The four members of the Organization sat around the dinning room table. A single light hummed quietly above them, ensuring that the room was lit and never truly silent. One of the black cloaked figures stood and pulled down her hood.
"We cannot relax and take our ease for long." She announced into the room, listening as her echo came faintly from the darkness from which the light could not penetrate. "Weapons is what we now need. Weapons from which we can better harness our powers and use them to our advantage."
She was momentarily distracted as another one of the cloaked figures shot up their hand, holding it high like a student in school who knows the answer.
"Like I was saying," she began again, not able to take her eyes off the arm that waved franticly; "These weapons will help us to defeat Sora once and for all. If he is not expected us to attack, then he will find he has made a fatal assumption."
The arm could not be ignored any longer. The standing figure sighed. "Yes, Maxsodin?"
The arm was slowly put down as the figure tried to recall what had made it stand erect in the first place.
"Um well...uh... oh yeah! Does a, uh, keyblade count as a weapon?"
The annoyance in he air became tense surprise.
"You have a keyblade then, Maxsodin?" the standing figure asked, her voice quiet with amazement.
"Well...yes. I do actually. Does that count as a weapon? You know, to help with my powers ans such?"
"Can you wield this keyblade and fight with it?" another cloaked figure asked, this time a male; without a doubt.
"Definitely!" she nodded. "The Darkness seems to flow through it and me whenever I hold it."
"Then that IS a weapon." he said with satisfaction.
The cloaked figure nodded with pleasure. "Right, that's one down. Now the rest of you ought to find a weapon soon."
"Right!" the other two chorused.
"Oh and one more thing. Maxsodin, what is the name of your Keyblade?"
"Wraith-Shadow"
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