Last District - "Exile"

[Xohkaru No. 19]

Further on, beyond the Castle walls and the outskirts of the City, in the World That Never Was, there lies the dark; what some of the Organization call "Exile." The city streets stray off the beaten path, the roads broken and littered with stray "Wanted" posters with the faces of the enemy, whomever they may be.

This is where the dark deeds go unnoticed, even by the Superior. The only beings that dwell around this District are creations of the Heartless variety - or the dark-hearted underhanded dealers using the District as a point of trade with certain members of the Organization. It is also used as prison for whosoever gets on the bad side of the Org members, or punishment for any member who gets on the Superior's bad side. There are perhaps one or two members who know this place well, and they're not telling you anything.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

[Xohkaru No. 19]

The large screens floating above the City streets flickered from static to grainy images of the streets, of roaming Heartless, or any of the black-hooded figures belonging to the Organization.

Static.

Shadows.

Static.

A hood.

A singular hooded figure rounded a corner of the dark streets. The darkness of the night hid this figure’s visage, but the deep black silhouette defined it as female. Her pace was steady, her statuesque figure standing straight, arms swaying at ease. From the hem of her coat, her boots kicked out, black this time. Behind her, the long shadow cast by the nearest street lamp fell against the wet pavement. The yellow-eyed Shadows slipped in and out of her shadow, following her playfully as she walked. She ignored them – they offered nothing for her.

Neon signs lit her up as she passed under them. Her cowl slipped back a bit, revealing a flash of hot pink hair. She adjusted her hood and continued until she left most of the well-kept street signs and lamps behind. She slipped into a side alley, right after a bar whose only patron was a lonely cloaked figure, grey almost in color, so drab that he almost disappeared against the backdrop. And now she was beyond the City, beyond the eyes of her Superior and the nosey faces of the rest of the Organization.

Her only company was the steady formation and disappearance of the tricky Heartless, bubbling up from the ground and distorting her shadow into devilish shapes. The only man-made structures here appeared dilapidated and ancient, as if destroyed by some devastating war.

Then she stopped, right before a broken pillar, its surface marred with scars and pockmarks, made harsh and rugged by the full moon. There she waited until the moon was high above her in the sky, shining fiercely. She tilted her head back, revealing the bottom portion of her face – and the wide, wicked-tooth grin.

”No wonder you never seized power in your world,”[/color] she said in a gravely, laughing purr. She lowered her head and the laugh was gone, replaced by a dark growl. ”You’re always late.”[/color] The last word came out in a venomous bark as she turned to face her new guest.

A deep, slightly pompous voice reproached her: ”I wouldn’t speak to me in a such a manner if I were you.” Jafar stepped into the light of the moon, his wispy figure far taller than the hooded woman. ”Especially if I come bearing good news.”

Xohkaru turned to face him, pushing back her hood to reveal her face and vivid pink hair. Despite the night air and bright moon, which blued the color, her hair was still the most colorful thing around. ”So you have it?”[/color] she said excitedly, turning feral golden eyes on Jafar’s sallow face. He was not doing as well as he usually was. His robes were slightly unkempt, his skin pale, and his eyes sunken in.

”Not quite,” he said, quickly raising a hand to stifle Xohkaru’s angered growl. ”But, do not fret – you shall have it soon, madam, I promise this.” The look on the Hominid’s face spoke clearly her next question: When? ”You must be patient. It is quite… difficult to ascertain such an item, and even more difficult to get it into your hands without setting off any alarms.”

The woman glared darkly. ”I don’t care how you get it, Jafar – but I want it. I’m tired of your delays. The next time ya call me, you better have somethin’ for me to have. You’re all the same, you primitive monkeys!”[/color] She turned on her heel and stalked off, leaving Jafar behind. He glared darkly after her, but offered no retort or threat to stifle her temper. What was she lording over his head that had him so obedient?

Only she would know.

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The City limits came back into view and Xohkaru, whose hood had been raised, dropped and she made her way towards the nearest open bar. She didn’t care that there was no one inside, but she knew there was the drink. The screens above her flickered from static to a grainy image of Xohkaru as she kicked open the door of the bar and stormed in, helping herself to the tap behind the bar.

Not one of her better days.

|| LOL random Xohkaru scheming. =w= What is she up to? NOBODY KNOWS! >:B Reply if you want to. =w=;; This pro'lly won't get used by the nicer of New-Org members. ||

[Xaltho No. 20]

Outside of the pub, there was an eerie silence to which was only broken by the sound of snow and static. The screens had remained on the doorway the Hominid had broken down but for a few more seconds. Then...

It returned to Snow...

The sound of static returned.

A screen flashed to a Neo-Shadow forming out from an alleyway.

Snow again.

Then there was another image. A screen broke to a shot of a rooftop, lone and quiet at first. A portal opened and another figure walked out, brushing its feminine figure of the invisible debris that may have floated onto her coat. Screens flashed some more between her figure, pictures of Jafar still skulking around, and the Shadows that morphed no that there were more signs of... "life." Of course, they weren't inclined to hunt them down, or attack, especially when there was nothing to gain for their efforts.

Xaltho looked down from her perch on the rooftop. There seemed to be nothing worth visiting here in "Exile," but she knew the pink-haired woman was around these parts. The clock never mistook where the members of the Organization were.

A yawn was forced back before moving again to get a better view of the area. It seemed to anyone who'd never been in the last district that some unseen enemy had gone through and wiped the place clean before she'd gotten there. But the Nobody was quick to notice movement in the middle of a square. Eyes narrowed from beneath her hood and Xaltho saw Jafar pacing around and...talking to himself?

What was he doing in Exile?

Perhaps he was someone's prisoner. There were times when the Organization would keep people in this district as a kind of prison or area of torture. There were few physical exits abd when one couldn't control the power of summoning a dark portal, escape was nigh possible.

In any case, Xaltho looked away from the square, not wanting to bring much attention to herself - or Jafar. He wasn't one of her favorite "villains" on the Heartless side. She'd heard about his dealings with the keyblade wielder and his losses - and so - she didn't think too highly of the man. If that's what she could call him. He didn't look like he had much of a gender once she had a good look at the guy... She thought she has seen one of those Ghouls jumping around behind him, trailing him with an almost anamalistic swagger. It looked a little hungry. Xaltho revealed a mean smile from behind that hood of hers, dissapearing down a street.

Snow...

A Ghoul...

Snow...

A broken down doorway appeared and a something within the building moves...

Xaltho had caught that image and began to search for the building. It couldn't have been any of the Heartless, since they didn't go inside the buildings. Summoning a few Coralians, Number Twenty gave her orders to find the doorway. The child-like nobodies zoomed off in different directions, leaving Xaltho there all by her lonesome. She wasn't lonely though, in fact, she wouldn't have known what it was to feel lonely. So she went on about her business, wandering Exile, also looking for the doorway, thinking if her Coralians didn't find it, she could.

Some minutes passed before she saw a figure from the corner of her eye. She was about to bump into them until she stopped and turned to see who it was. Jafar again. He couldn't see her face, but he saw her frown.

"So what other sources can I use to get it for you?" He looked a little worried, and unwell... Xaltho stepped back once and lowered her hood, seeing his expression turn into a horrified one, like he'd suddenly realized he'd given Xohkaru's plans away.

"What in the name of Kingdom Hearts are you talking about?" Her look was one that could best be described as... highly confused. The facial equivalent of the word, "HUH?"

"N-no, it's nothing. I'll be on my way." His jittery attitude confirmed that he had been talking to Xohkaru and after a few moments of awkward silence, Xaltho managed to slip away from the tall, lanky man. It was quite an awkward meeting. For a minute, she trotted away a little quicker than she usually did, only because she didn't know what he'd do to her when her back was turned. She considered moving her hands over her bottom to keep it covered. Just in case...

As she rounded a corner, she saw one of the Coralians returning. It had found the building and even checked to see of Xokaru was in there. Apparently, she was taking a little drinking break, which was cool with Xaltho. It gave her time to catch up to the Alien and tell her about Chaxhi having a surprise for someone in the lounge. Xaltho ran to follow the floating Coralian, watching as it swirled around playfully and lead its "mother" to where she'd found the other member. It didn't take long to get her there, what with Xaltho's ability to make her jumps higher, she could clear the large chunks of debris at an easier pace. The building came into view and inside the building, she could see a flash of bright pink hair. Yup, her Coralian had done good. She dismissed all of the ones she'd summoned and slowed her running down to a walk, taking in a deep breath of air as she neared the building, about ready to poke her head in and give a smile to Xohkaru. "So here's where you've been hiding, eh?" She looked over her shoulder to where she had come from, "You know that Jafar is running around here, right? I mean, he's not here with the thought that he's about to rape someone...?"

A clear shot at the man, but also meant with a slight bit of seriousness.

She watched the feral-looking woman go about her business and waited for a response. One thing was for sure though...

With Xohkaru, there was no telling what kind of response she'd recieve.

Joy.

[Xohkaru No. 19]

|| -settles in at the cafe before class- =w=; ||

The tap behind the bar still held a ready supply of the drink, though the beer was warm. The Hominid frowned - she never liked her beer European style. The glass mug she held in her hand sloshed over with the frothy amber brew as she meandered about, viewing the stronger drink selection adorning the shelves. She downed over half of the contents in her cup before reaching for a slimmer bottle of strong spirits, chucking the mug over her shoulder. The sound of its crash and fluid splattering against the floor deterred her in the least bit as she used her teeth to pop off the top of the bottle, fangs flashing maliciously. It was obvious what she turned to to get her anger out when she didn't want to lay waste to an entire city.

The dusty haze of the bar floated around her as she settled down on one of the stools. The unnatural light from outside filtered in through the grimy windows, shining on the dancing dust motes, but leaving Xohkaru's figure in almost complete darkness. She made a mental note to start working with more competent idiots - that Jafar was going to be the ruin of her.

Her golden hues trained on a bead of the greenish absinthe, trickling down the neck of her bottle. Those feral eyes remained lifeless as she stared, a thousand images flashing through her mind, none of them making sense. A flash of a young boy's face, a bandage on his forehead... Blazing power, crimson and gold... A man, glowing like an ember, his white-hot eyes piercing...

The pink-haired alien was so deep in her self-induced trance that she failed to notice the floating familiar of the 20th member. Its curious trills and proud coos gained no trace of her attention, even as it flew out and fetched its mother.

Xaltho spoke... but Xohkaru didn't notice. While Heaven's Xanadu waited patiently for a response from the nearly catatonic alien, shadows shifted within. The corners of the bar trembled with secretive movement within their deep shadows. Xohkaru's dead-pan gaze seemed to shift as secretively as the shadows did.

Then suddenly, as if someone had flicked her in the head, Xohkaru blinked and looked up. It was almost as if she'd been woken up from uneasy sleep. Her eyes looked over her shoulder and did a double take. "Huh - well, well! If it ain't Momma Bear!"[/color] She spun about in the stool to face her, bottle of absinthe turning with her. She grinned that wide, toothy grin, flashing sharpened canines. "What brings you to a crummy place like this? You know, ya shouldn't be seen around here."[/color] The toothy grin faltered a bit into a sarcastic smile.

"You might ruin your pretty reputation."[/color]

She got to her feet and sauntered around to the other side of the bar, her mind flickering back to the words Xaltho had been throwing at her when she wasn't listening... She remembered Jafar... Suddenly, Xohkaru's eyes darted up to Xaltho's face, slitted pupils dilating. "So, Jafar is wandering about? Hmm... Well, don't worry."[/color] She turned her back on the Xanadu, pulling out another bottle of absinthe and chucking it towards the other woman. "I'll make sure to... escort him out."[/color]

The shadows in the corners shimmered once more, a little more violently than before. As Xohkaru examined another bottle, the shadows shifted and morphed, tearing from the walls with warped sounds. They moved towards them, finally shifting into short, animalistic figures that swayed with their own rhythm. Their faces flickered between blank red, to the image of the Organization's symbol. The sounds they made were the sounds of a television whining into focus. Four of them swayed towards Xohkaru, their creator, their master, their mother. "Find him,"[/color] she said, putting down the bottle and picking up another. "Escort him from the grounds and take him back to his own world."[/color] Their TV screens flickered for a moment, before check marks flashed on their faces and they were gone, swinging out the door and after their target. She turned to face Xaltho and smiled. "So, what can I help you with? Has my keeper sent you, to fetch me from Exile again?"[/color] She sighed.

"It gets old."[/color]

|| LOL if Xohkaru doesn't spell sinister, I don't know what does. xDD -noms on a muffin- ||