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This is accessible only to Council members. It is at one end of the hallway on which their chambers are located. The walls are all made from a black stone and are reinforced against explosions. There is a long, black wooden table with nine plush seats.

Roleplay!

Devon Nyx (as she preferred to be called) sauntered out into the Private Meeting Room. She was a bit amused at the fact Marik had asked to meet with her about Sextus Robertson's death, which she had orchestrated herself in less than a couple of hours. She sat down at the table, a few minutes early per usual, and waited for Marik to arrive.

Both Marik and Sev entered from the dimly lit room. Both foxes made their way around the wooden table. Stopping just across his fellow council member. Marik placed his rear end in one the plush chairs. "So I hear you have been busy." A slight smile spread across his face as he leaned forward. The dim lights illuminated his left eye while the hollow space where his right eye used to be, seemed to darken.

"And I appreciate punctuality," Devon Nyx snapped, quirking an eyebrow. She tapped her fingers together. "And you're precisely 9 minutes, 18 seconds, and 2 milliseconds late. So, Marik, what do you say for yourself?"

Sev hopped into his lap causing Marik to scratch behind it's ears. "I'd have to say I didn't know you cared so much about me being on time Devon Nyx." Marik chuckled slightly. "So I take it there won't be a funeral."

"Everyone's late," Devon Nyx retorted coolly. "Nothing personal." She smiled. "For you or for Sextus? The former depends all on you." She rolled her eyes and continued tapping her fingers. "Of course, your funeral would have to come after you tell me what you've heard." She winked and licked her teeth. "What have you heard?"

"Oh is that your idea of a date." He teased. "And what I have heard is things. Things such as you and Thana plotting to kill Sextus and I still even have the vid recording from when his guts painted the walls." Marik laughed a bit more.

"Date? You mean attending your funeral?" Devon Nyx asked, further quirking her eyebrow. "And I didn't plot." She placed a hand on her chest. "I made a bargain. The plot was fabricated years back." She smiled. "Do you possess the footage from before that? I would recall it if I were painted in blood, and I don't."

"Sadly you would never be able to handle dating or burying me." Marik grinned rather widely. "The footage does show you making Sextus swallow pill shaped bomb and it shows a bit of red right as he went pop. However, I could care less about his demise."

"Burying I could do a thousand times without a tear. But you insult me, truly. As if I would date a smutty scumbag like yourself," Devon Nyx said, smirking. "Your rooster must look like a metaphorical smoker's lung by this point." She rolled her eyes. "The death was rather anticlimatic. Dull, even for me."

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It starts with silence. Followed by a noticeable twitch in the hollowed cavity of his right eye. Sev ran off to the far side of the room. "I simply came here to thank you, and you call me a scumbag." It continues with a slight tremor in his left hand. "Either way this little meeting is over least I lose my temper." Standing up Marik walked his way over towards the door.

"I don't do thanks," Devon Nyx said, smirking. She stopped tapping her fingers and let them stay close to her sides. That way, if he pulled a gin, she could pull her own in a couple seconds. "If I did, I would have asked you to thank my six years ago. Begged, even."

"You don't do anything." Marik teased and laughed. "So indulge me, do you want me dead?" Sev trotted back to Marik and brushed up against Devon's legs.

Devon Nyx looked down at her pant to see some of Sev's fur clinging to it. She cursed and crossed her arms. She raised an eyebrow at him. "If I were to wish you dead, I never would have made sure there was an opening on the Council when they captured you." She smiled.

He returned the smile. "So we both dislike each other, nothing new." Sev waited as Marik opened the door and bolted out. "Tell me this, if you did plan to kill me would you have done it yourself with your own hands, and saw through till the end?"

Devon Nyx shrugged. She had already come up with ways to off every single Council Member. Some, she even had come up with multiple ways to off. Some included Marik. "Which would you prefer?" she asked innocently. "But rest assured, I am more interested in offing the Resistance spies in our midst than I am in offing the loyal."

"Nice too see you care. Oh, and don't worry about my loyalty. I'm as loyal as you." He burst out into laughter. "Might be the only thing we have in common. Let me know if you need my skills."

"Because you, like I, do not have another option," Devon Nyx said. The Council had literally kidnapped her, faked her death, and told her she was either going to be a member of the Council or as dead as everyone thought she was. "Only thing? I am positive you must realize that we are in the Council Members' Private Meeting Room and therefore both Members of the Council." She rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean." Marik stretched his arms up a bit and quickly checked his watch. "Time flys."

Devon Nyx grinned. "Tempus fugit indeed. Exactly eleven minutes, 8 seconds, and 4 milliseconds have passed since you walked in that door." She raised her eyebrows.

((Hey, so Julia's Resistance character is going to get herself captured on purpose, so perhaps both Marik and Devon Nyx could get a message saying that a Resistance Member has been captured and then go oversee the interrogation/do some interrogating?))

((I have no plans of letting her die anytime soon though))

((They might keep her in the gaol for a while. You do have spies in the Council spies and Council members, so I suppose escape would be possible eventually.))

((Okay))

((I told my friend about this and she was like GIVE ME CHAPTER ONE AT SCHOOL ON MONDAY! Because she absolutely loves the plot like already. She can't RP though cuz she can't get an account, but your idea is amazing for this group!))

"Counting time like that means you need something or someone to keep you occupied." A grin spread across Marik's face.

((Thanks!))

((It's a seriously good story, so no prob ;) ))

"Or it just indicates that I have already found something to keep myself occupied -- counting time," she said, a smile spreading onto her face. All of a sudden, something in her pocket buzzed. She pulled it out and read it. "A Resistance Member has been caught and is awaiting interrogation in the gaol. I suppose you, like I, would be interested in overseeing it?"

((Also, Julia, could Cinder end up telling Devon Nyx that her mother was Resistance?))

(Yeah sure))

((Thanks!))

((Posted at Gaol))

"Lead on." Marik held the door open for Devon Nyx.

Devon Nyx nodded and stepped through.

Aris was already in the room when savanna walked in

"About the resistance," aris said cooly

"We both know what about," he said

"I'm talking about you," he said

"This security footage we found," he pulled out a laptop

You were caught trading information with a resistance member" he said

((Up to you, but they have proof that she's a spy))

"About a month ago. I'm the only one who's seen this," he said

((Marik probably has it too since he's a hacker. And Devon Nyx is pretty sure Savannah's not of the Council))

((Maybe. Devon Nyx is biding her time.))

((Just walked three miles in southern Cali...))

"Because I haven't told the others yet, but they probably know," aris said

"Depends on what you can tell me," Aris leaned back.

((Aw okay :( ))

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"What do you know about the Resistance?" He asked

"I'm not gonna tell Devon or Marik," he smiled. "I just need to know."

((Or Thana. Thana hates the Resistance))