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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 19:59:22 GMT -5
The developments that overtook Port Royal over the prior few days required a brief venture. To assess the state of things outside the shore of the pirate haven, Luxord needed to polarize himself upon news from elsewhere. Whether many had come to hear of the red star or not, remained to be determined. However the Gambler of Fate was keen to discover more about its nature, and hopefully its origins. So long as it hung within the night sky for all at sea to look upon, something told Luxord that his plans for Port Royal could never truly realize fruition. War teetered on the edge of the world’s horizon; a war uninvited to the doorstep of what would be a glorious future.
Within a shaded glade somewhere in the forests outside the bustling kingdom of Corona, the solemn peace of the clearing was torn apart by the sudden apparatus created by the darkness. It sprang from nothingness with haste, like a tiger pouncing from the tall grass. Within an instant a man in a black coat was deposited on the blades of green, and in that same moment the dark would vanish. Beneath the façade granted by the hood he wore, Luxord looked about as he started forward onto a beaten path. The longer he traversed this path, the more he became certain of the most obvious of observations.
This was a new world.
There was no mistaking it. At least rather, to the former Number Ten of a once formidable collection of non-individuals, it was certainly a world he never had a pleasure to visit. The colors all about this forest were vibrant, and popped to the eye. For every crunch of a boot on the earth, there was a serenade of chirping avians frolicking in the canopies. Though among this engorged euphoria of beauty, therein belied a predicament that continued to weigh on Luxord’s thoughts. The matter, and more pressing concern, of locating this world’s prime hub of information. Every world had one, even if they varied greatly in difference, they all served the same purpose. Networking, and information trafficking was a tool best served to those whom knew the trade. A card player such as himself were keen in these arts, having sat in on games with an all number and colors of hearts in their time.
A game with one Somebody, or Nobody, was usually sufficient for Luxord to learn enough about what they knew, or better, whom they were at heart. The matter of choice often revealed a heart’s true nature after all. The internal struggle of neophytes caught within their own vices of morality, was often thrilling enough to accommodate the indulgence of such a game. Perhaps it was one of the many reasons why Luxord played at all. This brought about a question that lingered on the Gambler’s line of thought.
Whom in this world, on this afternoon, was willing to play such a game?
A smirk tugged at the corner of the lips under the hood. The coated man would cease his stride, upon catching the shade of a shadow. A glimpse skyward found the words The Snuggly Duckling wrapped among a bright, golden wooden duck. A roll of the eyes was made. How positively elegant mused Luxord, the voice in his head dripping with sarcasm. A sigh was made as he skimmed over the barbaric looking tavern, before begrudgingly stepping to the door as he opened it. The smell of glazed and smoked meats filled the air after the creak of the hinges. Forty thieves or more stared back at the man in black, all wearing their most intimidating of scowls and sneers. The enigma was unfazed by the welcoming committee, as he walked confidently to the far side of the room, followed all the while by those unflinching stares. As the stranger took one of the empty chairs by the fireplace, a youth sitting apart the crowd would start a medley to resume the room’s prior mood. Chatter resumed as the stares departed Luxord’s form, as several hands of cards manifested in a gloved palm.
So it was the Gambler would do what he did best.
He would shuffle the cards, and patiently wait.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 15:34:47 GMT -5
Elsewere, a flash of darkness reluctantly marks the entrance of a second black-clad figure. A scowl crosses the face of the hooded man and he scans the landscape with a look of pure disgust. He'd skimmed the reports Xehanort had provided of this world (in his opinion, that alone was already more attention than this world was worth), taking in the tales about the girl with the magic hair and her pet lizard... thing... with an emotion that ranged from mild disbelief to downright boredom.
It really shouldn't have come to anyone's surprise that he really wasn't a fan of fairy tales. Perhaps, he mused as his scowl deepened, that's why the Seekers sent him of all people to scout out this miserable rock. Braig's eye narrowed, the yellow practically blazing from underneath the dark shade of his hood as he pouted. He could almost see the old coot himself, sitting high above the ground in his alabaster throne, laughing his rear off as the Freeshooter was forced to explore the beautiful, colorful, Kingdom of Corona. He had bargained, trying to pull every string he could in order to force Saix to go, but the orders had already been cast.
The sniper found himself in the streets, his feet having carried him idly towards the busiest part of town as he complained to himself. He was already drawing attention from the locals, something the Freeshooter was already quite used to from previous ventures to worlds unaccustomed to the darkness, but a venomous glare was enough to discourage any outright curiosity. A baby, having caught sight of the Freeshooter's facade from her mother's loving embrace, burst into tears.
... It was going to be one of those days.
The sniper's eye trailed down the street before settling on a particular sign: The Snuggly Duckling. Letting out an audible groan, he suppressed the urge to immediately warp back home, instead focusing on what lay inside. After all, he was going to need a drink if he was going to be expected to put up with this world for any length of time. He shoves the door to the tavern open, looking much like a man who hadn't yet had his share of coffee...
... And immediately locked eyes with the hidden gaze of the cloaked figure by the fireplace.
"Are you kidding me?..." He complained, not a bit surprised to find the gambler here of all places, as he took seat on the other side of the table.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 22:23:28 GMT -5
A shuffle of cards here, a few tricks there, and soon Luxord found himself in the starting phases of a solitary game. That was when the door to the establishment opened again. Brilliant blue eyes flashed to the door, widening un the sight of another in black coat, standing there as though delivered by fate. Such a thing could not have been more true. How else would they have known to find him here, in this run down hole in the woods of all places? The game laid out on the table came to a pause, as Luxord’s mind raced behind the identity of the man. Candlelight briefly catching the newcomer’s features as he passed under the chandeliers his direction. With that walk alone, there was no mistaking the ruffian that sat at the gambling man’s table.
Xigbar
What business had he here?
A wildcard if ever there was one in the Superior’s deck. He was a guaranteed unpredictability as much as he was for a snarky remark of any sort. It was curious to see which side of the line in the sand he stood upon, though Luxord had a pretty good guess where that was. An obedient, yet lazy hound, ever eager to lick Xemnas’ boots in exchange for power that would never be his own. There was an unmistakable difference about him though, something that had never been there before. A darker tinge about his presence could be sensed, as though he had regained something, and yet failed to all in the same moment. It was curious, very curious indeed.
Was this a ploy of Xemnas’ new goals? The very suspicion that surrounded it reeked of the Superior.
Luxord felt his eyes narrow, as he resumed his game for one, focus drawn back to the cards. A seven of hearts was laid over an eight of clubs, followed by a draw of a new card from the deck. A coy smirk played upon the lips within the blond goatee upon the other man’s words. ”Why whatever could prove such a shock?” A new column was started with a king of hearts, with a six of spades placed upon the adjacent seven. ”To find myself in such a place of all places?” Luxord would raise his gaze to meet the golden orb across from him. ”Or to find me at all?” An amused chuckle emitted from his throat with the play of another card, the refilling of a thinning hand.
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