Gathering of the Neo-Organization(All active members, please post)

Xarin slowly entered the 'throne' room. The room of Roxas's dream, of white and blue ... and towering seats that rose up in the sky. Or well, not the sky, but pretty dang high up.

It had taken him days to march through the former base to try and see if he could find this room, and now after many fruitless and difficult traverses throughout the castle, he had found it.

Xarin wasted no time, immediately after the discovery. He sent out all forms of communication to those he remembered as a part of the organization. Afterall, he was the only one who had met them all personally ... he was the only one to have spoken with each and every existing Neo-member. He could recognize them all by sight, cloak or no cloak, and they could recognize him as well.

The 13th had posted notes, sent out a frequency of 'void' energy ... the feeling of emptiness that resonated in a 'non-existant' place like this and would act in the minds of anyone nearby ... that they would have to come back. This 'aura', so to speak, would draw them here ... hopefully. Unless, they chose to ignore it.

Xarin sighed a little, as he leapt upward to his own seat from the ring of tall chairs. The XIII insignia was badly cracked on the seemingly marble chair, and he gently brushed dust off from it. But beyond that, he decided not to sit. At least, not until the others arrived. So the black-haired and pale, not to mention oldest member of the Neo-organization, kept on examining the 'room'. Taking note of damages, in the forms of small cracks and chips ... and an armrest completely broken off the III chair.

Demitrius is in his study as he feels a disturbance in the void telling him to meet in the Throne Room. He sighs and stands up as he steps back into a vortex of darkness only to step out of it into the Throne Room. Where Xarin stood examining the thrones. "Pitiful shape isn't it?" he asks as his black and red streaked hair sways ominously infront of his eyes hiding what every expression they might show. He sighs and looks up at the XI chair. His chair, it was a little worse for wear but nothing a little dusting and alteration won't fix

He looks back a Xarin, "You called......." he says faking the emotion of annoyance. "I was quite busy with my research.....I'm quite close to finding just what makes emotion in a....'human'" he says spitting the word human out like it was a bad taste. He wipes the dust off of his chair and sits down. He could tell that he was calling a meeting and it couldn't be at a worse time. If I can convince that Abrum to trust me enough he would be the perfect vessel for my experiments....." he thinks to himself

"Hmmm ... Demitrius ... I don't think anyone else is coming. Perhaps we should carry out the first phase of our plan. You wrap things up on your end, and I'll see what I can do." Xarin finally spoke out, after about an hour wait. He was slightly worried that no other Organization member had shown themselves.

But no matter. After speaking, he rose up from the XIII chair, and opened a portal of darkness to travel elsewhere in the World That Never Was.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Away

"Im here"

says Xorono as he walks away

>>>gone

(sorry I hatte posting in these things)

Xarion feels his leader calling as a void gate opens before him, he walks through and appears in the throne room. what a pleasant place he thought, sitting down.

"I am here, I do apologize for the time i was away. I was handling some keybladers who thought that they where allowed to show up and defile the Castle that Never was." His voice was booming and controlling. He stared over to the ones who where still in the room. He leaped up and claimed his seat as he slouched in his chair. He gave a smirk like always and looked over the giant white room. He yawned loudly and spoke to Xarion, he did not peer or look at him however. "So whats the problem at hand? Also where is Everyone?"

Xarion turns to Xaden, " I have no idea, we do, however, need to recruit more members into our ranks, i will stay here until the others arrive"

He chuckled, nearly shining with joy. He looked at Xarian this time and spoke. "I agree, untill we get more people however we wont have a way of fighting those cursed keybladers." He gripped he arm rest of his throne and closed his eyes. Lets see if we can focus on there energy shall we.

Xarion simply looks ahead and begins concentrating.

Xicode blows in as ashes in the wind and solidifies as his human form. He walked up and said, "What's going here?"

Xarin's voice called in from seemingly nowhere, his voice magnified so that there was no error in mishearing him.

"This gathering is called off, there are too few of us for the time being to have an effective discussion.

I will individually contact each one of you concerning your own missions, but until then ... do what you always have been doing."

---------> MEETING OVER, seeing as it's a phail.

Xarion opens a darkness portal and disappears.

Xicode, blows away as ashes yet again to another place.