The Gathering Darkness [ Horsemen]

[Chaos]

(Location: Amestris)

Chaos stood in the middle of the library. He brought up his polished violin case and undid the latches. He gingerly picked up his well polished and maintained violin and tucked it under his chin. He then brought up the rod of resin coated horsehair and deftly pulled it along the strings, causing a low ominous tone.

He then changed position and began to play through a slow and sad dirge. It originated far in the north, and was meant for some type of woodwind. However Chaos had heard it in his youth and had adapted it to the violin. It had been proclaimed the work of an absolute genius and prodigy.

He had never card for their remarks. He did not need to be told he was better then his peers. There was also the fact that he did not play for them, He played for himself, should anyone else enjoy it, that was their choice. Oddly, he did enjoy playing for War. It was the way she adored it for it. She did not care for it because it was Chaos, only because the music itself moved her.

He finished the dirge and looked around. "I'll play this the day the worlds die." He moved to a classical piece to be able to pay attention to his audience. "So my siblings, how has this modern worlds treated you today."

[Death]

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[atrb=width,225px,true][atrb=style, width:327px; padding: 0px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-left: 10px solid #421C52;][atrb=valign,top] Music. He knew it just as vividly as he didn't, a feeling he was quite accustomed to. It reverberated off the walls, swirled around his head with an almost tangible score, and settled in his ears. Whatever thoughts, no doubt illogical, that had been plaguing the man washed away. His head emptied for the sound and his body, frozen where it stood, began to sway. The music continued and it's hold over him kept. When it stopped, the man's eyes flickered open, anger in his eyes but joy on his lips. He turned back the way he had come, following the fading last note of the violin. He had just arrived in the door of the library when a voice spoke. He stopped in the opening, listening. And then it addressed him. Death's eye twitched once, twice, and on the third, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards with it. He gave the Horsemen a crooked smirk. "Chaos." His word held the world on his tongue for longer than he needed to, as if he was afraid to lose it. His smile fell suddenly and he turned away from the man, finding a plush chair to set himself on. Comfortable, he opened his mouth to speak again, as his fingers played on the books spread on the table before him. "The modern world." The glow in his eyes is both childish and disquieting. "It is so very loud." His fingers snapped into a fist before relaxing, continuing to drag over the literature in front of him. Cautiously, as if it would bite him, he fingered one of the books open. "Did they always scream so much, Brother?" He didn't remember it to be so. But he didn't remember a lot of things. Already, he had forgotten how he'd gotten here.

[War]

War was lounging in one of the chairs beside the fireplace. She faced Chaos and drank in his playing. She had always loved the songs, and Chaos played them so well. It was one of her few joys that didn't involve violence.

She looked up when she heard Chaos speak. She swirled her glass of brandy as she took in his words. Internally she was still unsure of how she felt, which apparently gave Death the advantage. She listened and sighed at the question. She hated dealing with Death's memory issues. She dealt with it because she knew where they came from, but she didn't like it at all.

"No brother they were quiet unless they were killing each other.." War responded. That was how saw the world, shades of violence, until now. Something had shaken her lately. It was integral to her mission. Of course she doubted she would expunge anything else from that mission. She said as she smiled slightly.

She quickly brought her face back under control, looking to the others. "Their weapons technology is greater then our on some worlds. There are also uniquely powerful individuals who may also pose a sizable threat to us."

[Chaos]

Chaos took in his surroundings. So Pestilence wasn't here. He was late as usual. Chaos would not wait on him however and turned back to the others. Death's remark had not been unexpected, but it was true. This modern world was much louder. "Back then they knew what hid in the shadows, hungry for their life. We will remind them, brother." He had learned how to handle Death a long time ago.

He turned to war and considered it. The advances on Amestris were annoying enough, not that he fear getting shot but world more advanced. There was also the existence of magic to consider. They would have to adapt quickly.

"I have already been warned about the Keyblade wielders. We will need to test the capabilities of one soon, which will mean a trap." Chaos said as the pace in his playing increased. "

"I have been learning much about these other worlds and the Heartless themselves." Chaos said. "I have learned there is a war starting soon, we will be able to use that to our advantage. We just need to know our enemy. Any suggestions for the plan to test a Keyblade wielder." Chaos said with a smile.