"What is it?" Xane asked. OOC: Gotta go.
"We don't know where he is exactly," Xane frowned. "But, hey, welcome back!"
"I don't think so," Xane shook his head.
"He was a member," Xane explained. "He was around during the Zeus Cup, remember?"
OOC: See ya, Dark Knight.
"My name's Xane," Xane said, before talking to Nulix. "We fought some guy who ambushed us. Now, we're trying to help Chris remember us."
"He'll be alright," Xane said. "We just need to jog his memory."
"He's lost it," Xane shrugged.
"You're with us," Xane answered. "The Ultimate Organization, remember?"
"So, what do we do?" Xane asked. "Just wait for Darxess? Can't we find him ourselves?" Suddenly, Chris awoke. "Uh, hey," Xane said. "He finally woke up.' *** "I've never even heard of this guy," Acteon frowned. "Or this company." "You will in the next year or so," the man in the suit assured." Trust me on this one. And you might want to read each and every word on the card...Trust me." Acteon took his time and the card thoroughly, before smiling and extending a hand. "Sir, you've got a deal."
Xane stepped on the hissing spiral of water, making it a puddle. "To destroy darkness?" Xane frowned. "Do you even know who we are?"
"You used to pick fights as much as we do," Xane said, turning his head towards Bellatrix for a split second.
"...Huh," Xane shrugged. "Guess we'll find out now," Xane said, walking towards KuaXa. "How did you find us? Who do you work for?"
"So, uh, who is this guy?" Xane asked, nodding to KuaXa. "He's definitely not Brotherhood, or U.P.A. A Knight, maybe? One of Vecked's people?"
"I wanted to punch him in the face," Xane frowned. OOC: Hey, Dk...Xane escaped by himself...And Xardius got to punch somebody in the face. We're even.
Xane lifted his arm upward, freeing himself the water serpent's grasp. Standing up, Xane started cracking his knuckles. "Whoever you are, you came at the right time," he said. "We weren't doing anything sitting up here."
OOC: Wait, what sounds good? BIC: "That makes the situation better, " Xane commented. *** Alaan Acteon walked outside of his hotel room, and decided to look around the outskirts of town. As he exited the doors, he was suddenly yanked by the collar to an alleyway behind the building. "What the hell are you-," Allaan, grunted turning around, and drawing a pistol. "Who are you." "Me? I'm nobody," a man in a plain black business suit replied, pulling a card out of his coat pocket. "Who I work for, however...Will have you set for life."
"What happened to who?" Xane asked. "See, you need to be more specific. You could be referring to anyone in this room. Or this world. So, I'm not sure I can really answer your question, unless you specify who you're talking about," Xane joked.
"Yeah, so...I'll just sit here, then," Xane sighed, sitting back down, occasionally glancing at Mellodia in his boredom. EDIT: Somebody suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pointing Tridents at people. "Who are you? "Xane asked. OOC: I kinda feel like setting some things up for my next plot...So here goes nothin'... BIC: Alaan Acteon swore he saw the Ultimate Organization in the bar just the other day ago...Though they were no longer being hunted by the U.P.A, he was sure the Brotherhood would pay a hefty sum for their heads...
"Uh, Okay..." Xane said, "And what about Darxess?"
