Cupping the furry creature in his hands, the gamma looked up at his leader. Handing his head in shame, he placed the rabbit at Aly's feet. He was a burden. He failed in catching the nymph and only succeeded in botching the whole attack. He didn't deserve to eat. "It is tradition for the leader to eat first."
Saro nodded, if he was in his wolf form, his ears would be drooping from the weight of humiliation and hunger. Enraged, he struck the ground with his soaked fist "That dam witch! He got away, and with out prize too! Beta, what should we do about this?"
Gex nodded. It sounded like something the superior would order. This wasn't a trap, at least it didn't look like it. Hopefully he would get a few more scars by the end of this mission. "understood. Take me to your master immediatly, we don't have time to lose."
Xemnas turned his back to the dancers, treating them as the nothings they were, as all nobodies were. Glancing up at his moon, he seemed to smile through his eyes. "Be swift and precise. You're dismissed."
Tyler mumbled through his pillow, hugging it tight as one would a pet or a stuffed bear. "Alright, no touchy the landlord's stuffy. I get it." Clamping his eyes shut, he settled in for a nice long sleep. Surely no one would disturb him right...right?
seriously? lol
that's it? wow, your mom is strict
Xemnas shook his head, almost amazed at the how his orders were misread. "No, the mission is in hollow bastion. I am merely telling you to make sure your master and number XV make contact directly. He was never to come here for he already had his orders. It seems failure is quick-footed amongst my ranks.
we'll talk in the morning night
all the humans went inactive
*sigh* we need to draft in more members everyone but a few dropped out. When I get them then you will post ok?
Gexlion shook his head at the dancers. They didn't understand what he was supposed to do. His mission was of the highest priority and had to be done now. "I cannot do that. I have orders from the superior." "Just makes sure you bring him to hollow bastion. Do not fail me Nobody."
not really unless you want to go in sweet poison maybe.
I intended your master. However, it would be best if you monitored number XV closely aswell. Make sure nothing stupid comes of him. "You can trust me. From what I've seen, I am the only one that actually is loyal to the organization. Is there anything else to report?"
again I'm sorry
The superior Did not give the information a second thought. Larxene was most likely worthless. Her personality, if it could even be called that, was angry and erratic. She was basically Roxas. Just like him, she would be cut loose and not be part of the resurrection. She was going to act like she had a heart, then she wouldn't mind not having one. "Tell your master to prepar for another harvest. Find number XV. Do NOT let him wander and do what he usually does. There will be consequences otherwise. He will be filled in on the details at that time." Walking through rotting alleys of Hollow bastion, Gexlion searched for his target. It looks like Larxene didn't need a heart. She seemed to care about that Red haired boy. Strange, she seems just like him. The same explosive temper, same anger, rage, everything. Shame, it looks like she was wrong after all. There was someone else that understood her better then he did. There was a silver lining in this cloud. Now he no longer needed to keep up that tiresom facade of eccentricy. The masochist broke off from his internal monolouge when a dancer appeared infront of him. "What is it?" he said in a robotic monotone. "Who sent you?"
not really sorry dude
why were you grounded?
Acknowledging the lesser, Xemnas turned his back on his most cherished moon. Sillouetted in rays, he seemed to tower over the dancer. Such actions were common with the leader of the organization. Every action he took had a sense of purpose and strength. It was why he was able to, at the very least, shape his motely crew of lunatics into a semi functioning entity. "What do you have to report?" said the superior as his amber eyes boared into the messenger. "Is the strike team with number XV and Larxene in position?"
The word "deal" flew out of his mouth before Mizore even had the chance to take it back. Faster then scared deer, he shook himself, for the most part, clean and made a mad bolt for the door. He jumped into the air and almost flew towards his bed under hers. With his arms spread wide, he seemed like a featherless bird than a boy. Gravity decided that the boy had his fun, and altered his altidude to make him land hard and the rusted springs of his new found bed.
