First.

[ilusionoscura]

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[conniving_flame]

... [stares at the image the sphere provides, eyebrows raised]

... Zexion? [wonderful; someone who outranks him]

[ilusionoscura]

[Axel's stare is returned by a an icy blue stare. As if studying him.]

... Axel. I refuse to believe this has been your doing.

[conniving_flame]

As much as I think you could use a vacation to take that stick out of your ass, no, this wasn't me.

[ilusionoscura]

I hope you are not expecting me to forget your crimes.

And that remark was far from courteous.

[redpaperfan]

[[ Eyes yet another newcomer. ]]

Perhaps.

[ilusionoscura]

Considering the vagueness of your words, I daresay you find yourself in a similar predicament.

[redpaperfan]

Being located on this ship is it's own quaint predicament.

[ilusionoscura]

Who is the 'captain'? One would believe they are the one who orchestrated this massive abduction.

[divinelightning]

It's stable for now, but I suspect foul play that we can't see.

[ilusionoscura]

So you also find yourself in what resembles a ship's cabin with no memory of your arrival?

[divinelightning]

Unfortunately, yes. It doesn't make sense.

[ilusionoscura]

One can conclude everyone in this ship is bound by the same situation.

[twilightfell]

[staaares, because this man is a very powerful Organization higher up, and Roxas is so much less than happy he is here]

... you're on a space ship.

[ilusionoscura]

[The figure is sitting before the screen, legs crossed and a gloved hand resting on his chin. The cobalt blue stare of his visible eye locked in the image of 'Roxas.']

A space ship?

Number XIII.

No... not exactly.

Who are you? What else do you know about this place?

[twilightfell]

... Number .. number what?

[Clearly a little unsettled by this information, but he keeps his expression closed]

I'm not-- .... it doesn't matter. What does is that I know little more than you do, despite having been here for about a week and a half. We're trapped here, levels one through twelve are inaccessible, and there seems to be no crew other than the robots. But that's all.

[ilusionoscura]

[His eyes widen slightly, almost an imperceptible movement. Zexion is studying him, reading Roxas' reactions.]

A space ship resembling a cruise with its own crew.

Your name is Roxas, isn't it?

[dawnward]

...

You're one of the Organization. [doesn't look very happy about this at all]

[ilusionoscura]

[Instantly recognizes that image, his apathetic demeanor fractures almost imperceptible to the eye.]

Riku.

How could I forget...

[dawnward]

[on guard, eyes half-hidden by his glasses]

I don't think I'm that memorable.

[ilusionoscura]

[Looking up slightly, gently taping his nose]

But there is something different in you.

[He treads in a circle, around the sphere - studying him.]

Perhaps you are another of those...

[Stops]

What has the Organization done to you?