Plots Log!

[petalsofdeath]

Who: Marluxia and you!
What: The preparations for taking the fight to Temper Vale and his lot are now underway!
*Note, just tag in with your character's location in the first post, and we'll roll from there!
When: On and around September 12th
Where: Anywhere in public.
Warnings: PG?
Status: In Progress

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Outside his home, near the train station

[neutralbyforce]

[Vash sat outside his house, staring off into the distance. It had been weeks since he had publicly announced over the feeds about their captors-- identifying them and sharing his fears. However, there had been no backlash so far and he'd begun to wonder if it wasn't all just a bad dream he had had in the wake of losing his sister. Now that Lili was back, it seemed like that.

...Still. Since then many of his friends had disappeared from the city, old and new. Maybe he was paranoid, but it felt like something big was on the horizon.

So he lounged outside, keeping a weather eye out for any signs of trouble, though for all the world to see he appeared to be simply daydreaming.]

Outside his home, near the train station

[petalsofdeath]

That gaze... That slight frown that creased that man's face. He certainly had to be someone who was ready to fight back.
He approached casually, not wanting to arouse the suspicions of the townsfolk and to attempt to keep Vash from throwing up too high of a wall for him to climb. Once he got close to the stoop, he raised a hand disarmingly, flashing him a small smile, not too broad.

"Hello, neighbor. Pleasant weather today, is it not?"

While his smile was pleasant enough, the look in his eye spoke quietly, implying that he wasn't only here to chat mindlessly about the City.

[neutralbyforce]

Unfortunately for Marluxia, there was no such thing as a Switzerland without high defensive walls already put in place. Vash glanced up at the greeting, raising an eyebrow at the sight presented him.

The man had pink hair.

“It’s not too bad.” Was the careful reply. “Nowhere near as pleasant as the weather back home would be, but prisoners can’t be beggars.”

Something about the stranger immediately put him on guard. There was a shiftiness, a conniving sense about him that Vash had long ago learned not to trust. Still, that glint in his eye…

The pink-haired man was obviously up to something and Vash had begun to grow restless ever since the completion of his home.

Why you gotta' be hatin' on his hair, Vash?

[petalsofdeath]

"No, I suppose not."

Marluxia's smile, however, seemed to speak to the opposite. He glanced behind him casually, hiding the motion as a flick of his hair. Convinced of their relative privacy, he turned back to Vash, the smile still on his lips.

"I get the impression that you are not contented, with more than simply our weather."

Outside the library

[trenchcoatthief]

Carmen, resting against one of the walls of the building, was idly flipping through a book on 19th century structures. A small pile of other books, covering subjects from language to physics, were in a bag at her feet. Closing the book and putting it into the bag with the rest, she adjusted her fedora.

Outside the library

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia had conveniently himself been the library a moment after Carmen had walked out. He knew his plants, but not necessarily the medicines that they could combine to form. While it wasn't the best, he picked up a couple of books about botany, and one about "Mystic Herbalism" that he had the feeling was mostly garbage, but perhaps not a total waste of his time.

The red was impossible to miss. There was no way this woman was a townsfolk. Not with something quite so flashy on. He made his way over to her, making sure his books kept themselves tucked safe under his arm. He glanced at the spine of the book on his way over, before his eyes flicked up to meet hers, or at least, where they should be from under her fedora.

"Pardon me, I happened to notice your book..." He smiled charmingly. "Are you studying the architecture of the City?"

Outside the library

[trenchcoatthief]

Adjusting her fedora to where her face was visible, Carmen nodded. "Yes, I am." He wasn't someone she recognized, but Carmen wasn't phased. "I've been doing it for several weeks now. Who are you?"

Re: Outside the library

[petalsofdeath]

"I am called Marluxia." The Assassin replied with a small smile. "Are you a researcher, Madam...?"

[Outside her home, around the corner from the train station]

[unit_202]

[It might have been the changing weather, it might have been inspiration drawn from a certain nearby nation and his recent nonstop construction efforts, or it might just have been the fact that her overly-violent housemates make it hard to keep the place intact... Either way, something has spurred 202 into doing a little DIY repair. At present she's taken a few steps out into the street to try and gauge how level one particular window's shutter is hanging, and is taking advantage of the brief break to pad the sheen of sweat from her clavicles with a rag.

The sound and smell of a stranger's approach catches her attention and she pauses to look sharply around herself, momentarily on guard until either the figure presents itself or the wind carries the evidence elsewhere.]

[Outside her home, around the corner from the train station]

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia looked up at the blonde, working hard on her home. Hopefully, this wasn't a sign that she was settling down in her lot here, and that she would not agree to help, or Kingdom Hearts forbid tell someone about it.

Too late to worry about that, though. He had to hope for the best, considering how many people he was going to have to tell to make his plan work anyway.

"A fine day we are having, is it not?"
He looked up, shielding his eyes from the sun.

Ffff I can't believe I wrote my inital post in the wrong format. /)_(\ My BRAIN, man.

[unit_202]

Long blonde tangles tossed suddenly to either side as 202's head whipped around to face the approaching stranger. As her eyes settled on him--And more importantly on that coat, so like the one worn by somebody she didn't relish the thought of seeing--they narrowed almost imperceptibly with suspicion. When her reply came, however, it was level and calm, giving away none of her hesitation in its tone.

"The weather's wonderful this time of year--Even in a place like this, apparently."

Turning to face him directly, she inclined her head in a polite nod as she wiped her hands clean on the rag, using the motion to discreetly take in the man's appearance. No... No, definitely not the same person, but that coat...

"I don't believe we've met before, have we...?"

Hey, as long as I get the idea.

[petalsofdeath]

"Marluxia. I have not been here so long, so it is not so surprising that we have yet to meet."

He craned his neck back a little more, shading the sun out of his eyes with his hand and eyelashes.

"Can I assist you?"

[In the Pub] ... [Naturally]

[iplayyoupay]

People-watching was a favorite activity of the General's, not that he'd ever say so outright. No doubt he'd have reasons aplenty prepared to explain away such behavior if anybody ever questioned him, but nobody ever did. Most people knew better, if they knew him at all, and even those who didn't might have sense enough not to pester a man who presented as intimidating a figure as Cross Marian.
Not everybody, of course. But most.

Which is why he wasn't concerned with limiting his own visibility in favor of staying hidden, and had instead selected a table by the window for this afternoon's observations. He was content to sit and watch as he sipped his wine, confident as ever that he would remain undisturbed unless he decided otherwise.
Some things, however, are quite simply out of one's control.

[In the Pub] ... [Naturally]

[petalsofdeath]

Just as he had before, Marluxia slipped right over into Cross' booth without being invited, sliding across the leather seat. He moved closer to Cross than he had before, not quite touching.
"Cross..."
He let a smile play across his face, remembering just how he had smiled for the General the week before.
"It is a pleasure to see you again."

[iplayyoupay]

"It might be yet, if you behave yourself."

Cross chuckled, low in his throat, and emptied the last of his wine before reaching to refill his glass from the bottle set on the table before him. Pausing just shy of doing so, he gestured inquisitively to Marluxia with the bottle and tilted his head as if in offer.

"You have the look of a person who's not just here to drag me off to a shadowy place for a tryst, young man, so I assume you must intend conversation... What's on your mind?"

[petalsofdeath]

"Perhaps you think too much of me, General."
He leaned in as if to playfully nip at his ear.
"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?"
While his words might have been the same as the other night, their meaning had changed completely. His face hidden from the bar by their hair, he looked up at Cross with a serious, purposeful expression.

Outside of the Clinic

[threaded_fate]

     It had certainly taken him long enough, but the boy had finally procured a guitar. It shouldn't have taken that long, and for that he was annoyed, but now that he had the instrument, he was set on putting it to use.

Having tuned it and then found a nice spot to settle in, just outside of the place he probably should have moved away from by now but decided to stay for sake of practicality, the young Scion strummed a few chords of one of his favorite songs. It was no koto, but the guitar was definitely one of his favored instruments, and he played it well, just as he did with most stringed instruments.

Re: Outside of the Clinic

[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia had come by to drop off some plants he had ground up for medicine, but stopped when he heard that sound. It wasn't often he had seen buskers performing here, and the looks of this boy...

He walked over, a pleasant smile on his face.
"You play wonderfully."

[threaded_fate]

     He'd heard the footsteps of one's approach- not a gait nor sound familiar to him that he'd be able to match it to what few people he knew here in the city.

Kanon let his fingers continue to strum the strings even as he listened to Marluxia as the Nobody drew near, but he played a little softer once the man spoke up. Sightless eyes finally opened, head lifting towards the other as his gaze fixed at about the height he'd gauged the voice to have been spoken from. "Thank you," he replied with a brief nod, but he played softer so that song and words would not be competing for attention.

[petalsofdeath]

After a moment, he sat down next to Kanon, listening to him play.
"Have you lived in this city long?"