Siren's Pull

[Hello, Network. We meet again. Actually, no, the tone of this doesn't feel as pleasant as it could have been, but...well. This is Xemnas. The feed shows him leaning against his desk, casually grim in the last moments of light the large windows let in before Darkness sets over the city.]

Greetings, Siren's Port. I assume everything has been going well for each and every one of you. If not, then...perhaps that may change. Do remember that we, the Xino E. Mao corporation, are here to reach out to our communities here in the city. We are willing to listen, and we are willing to assist you.

[Although languid and professional, he doesn't sound very pleased.]

Speaking of listening...there is a related matter I would like to discuss. Within the past few days, news regarding our corporation and its contribution to a well-known holiday has been wildly circulating over the network. Many of you may have received an invitation.

To some sort of..."party."

[The video angle sinks a little as Xemnas casts a subtle look directly at the culprit recording this message, a sheepish chrr and a digitized garbled noise voicing itself over the image.

After the pause, the Nobody raises both arms to either side of him, gesturing freely.]

...It is no mistake.

We will be hosting a masquerade ball. It will be our little contribution for this Hallowed night and its festivities.

[In the dimming light, he smiles.]

And you, of course, are more than welcome to join us.

[...Oh Kingdom Hearts, who is this man. Here, the feed ends.]



[[OOC: Notes are here!!]]

[The NV chirrs, signaling its awake state of mind (?) as it records. Its view focuses on Xemnas, who looks...completely healthy in comparison to most who have been affected by the recent plague. In fact, he turns to face the camera, a ghost of a smirk appearing and vanishing all within the second prior to speaking.]

So it continues.

[You all know what he speaks of. It's merely a fact that needs to be stated.]

Most of the city's population has been affected, and the numbers steadily climb. [Arms sweep out to either side of him with an air of aloofness.] But as you can see, I am among those who remain untouched. Perhaps it can even be considered...a "blessing." As various as the effects of this sickness are, I would have expected some of you to have a better chance of immunity.

[He pauses, in profile, letting his gestures become more fluid and grandiose.]

The heart...is a fickle and foolish thing.

How simple, how easy it is for one to be controlled by such feelings – dwelling upon these...emotions...only drive you further into your disease.

...But I suppose some people like to take the masochistic route.

[As soon as he says that, a hand goes up to yield any angered remarks that will come his way. He knows the gesture will do nothing to stop people from saying anything, but he expects it. And he welcomes it.]

Before there are any real words of protest, I'm certain there are a good number of you who are doing well enough. Guiltless...free of this plague. I could not have imagined the complaints and opinions given publicly upon the Network.

[The faintest hint of smugness is seen crossing his features.]

Come now. I cannot be the only one.



[[OOC: I'm going to be missing all weekend due to convention times, so...yeah. I'm good with backtagging if you are.;;]]