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Well, I he didn't pick up on that, obviously.

Are you sure you want to trust Seth with cleaning the toilets? I mean... he's the one who's known to prank everyone at the drop of a hat so there's no telling if the bathrooms won't end up getting booby trapped.
@Letter Bee Sorry bud, you didn't really think I'd let you punish Seth so easily did you? It's like I've said before, Seth's character is specifically designed to screw around with the rules. xD
Mac addressed him first, asking Seth where he'd been. The Nobody gave his trademark shrug, "Eh, nowhere, really. Skipped rocks on a beach, got bored and decided to check out one of the big city views from the top of some musty old Cathedral in Paris, got bored of that and came back here. Nothing to tell, really." if any of the Frenchmen present were Parisians then they may just take offense at the Nobody essentially scoffing one of their most holy sites in the city as "old" and "musty".

Looked like everyone was laying into Drake for what happened. He probably deserved it, but Seth kept out of it. He had no interest in deciding someone else's punishment. Tocsax seemed to keep looking at him as he ranted at Drake. Why? Seth had no idea, nor did he care to know. If some of that frustration was supposed to be aimed his way, then Tocsax wasn't doing a very good job at it. Or maybe there was some other reason Seth just didn't notice? Oh well, it must not have been that important anyway.

"Seth," spoke Tocsax, "sorry for punishing you first. Now, can you protect Mai?"

Seth shrugged, as if he had no idea what the other Nobody was talking about. Then he snapped his gloved fingers as if suddenly remembering something, "Oh right, yeah of course..." his voice trailed off and then, Seth's grin changed a bit, and he narrowed his eyes knowingly, "...Oh, man, I just remembered I can't." he snapped his fingers again, pretending to be disappointed. He stood and opened up a Corridor next to him, "Those toilets aren't gonna scrub themselves, are they? I better get on that. You guys can finish the quest without me, right? Great, catch ya later!" and without giving anyone a chance to object or stop him, the Nobody was gone.

If Tocsax wanted Seth to scrub toilets, then fine. Seth would scrub toilets. And that was all he was going to do from now on. Unless of course Tocsax wised up and decided to end the silly punishment. Otherwise, the others were on their own for now. For what it was worth, Seth did actually keep to his word. The Corridor took him back to the ship, where he did legitimately start scrubbing bathroom toilets. Of course, he did this at his own pace, a very slow pace that ensured he could keep himself busy with this for as long as it took to make his point.
@Letter Bee

Methinks you might want to start saving your drafts to a notepad file or something for these kinds of occasions. ;D
So... any particular reason why nobody's made the obvious suggestion to solve the Drake dilemma?

1. Drake's a mercenary first and foremost. Ergo! He cares more about his professionalism than anything else. At least, he should. Wouldn't be a very good merc otherwise.

2. Assuming #1 is true, the solution is surprisingly simple. Don't threaten his health... threaten his wallet. Either he agrees to the terms, or his contract with us is terminated and his payment forfeit.

3. If he's really that attached to the Shadow Nexus, offer a compromise. Don't just jump to the "we need to purge that shit permanently" conclusion. Figure out a way to more effectively suppress it, even if that means exploiting the magic mantra (It's magic we don't have to explain it). Failing that, take it away from him temporarily. Keep the Nexus locked in a vault that only a Keyblade can open or something. At least then, we can always get it back at a later time in the event that we find ourselves in a bad enough situation to warrant risking it.

*shrug* But hey, that's just what I would do if I were Tocsax. If you want to know what Seth specifically would do... well he'd probably do the above, but without all the niceness and professionalism expected from a character like Tocsax. In fact, Tocsax's current solution is probably what Seth would've jumped straight to... only without giving Drake (or the rest of the party for that matter) the luxury of having a say in the matter.

Edit: In case you couldn't tell, it's a very good thing Seth isn't the one in charge of the company. He would have gone straight to the Rick Grimes policy of "This isn't a democracy!".
Made an age edit to the priest in my post for... reasons that frankly won't become clear until much, much later on.
Glory of France: Notre-Dame de Paris

The Nobody had switched gears and found himself in the Notre-Dame bell tower. It over looked it's portion of Paris, almost as if it were ordained by God himself. Or maybe that was just how the architects designed the building hundreds of years ago? The cathedral itself looked more or less like it does on many other Earths. No matter which way history swung on any given Earth, there were a few things that managed to stay relatively the same, a constant or consistency of sorts. This cathedral had appeared to prove itself to be one of those things. Its builders and architects could change, but the structure itself and what it often represented usually managed to stay the same. Not that Seth really thought that hard about such things. It was just a simple observation on his part.

Looking down onto the city square, he saw hustling and bustling. That was perfectly normal for a large city, but this seemed a bit different. There looked to be incomplete kiosks of varying sizes here and there. Perhaps they were setting up a festival, or cleaning up after one? Difficult to say from this distance. It didn't take Seth long to grow bored of watching people and instead started watching pigeons. They were all over the place, nests on just about every rooftop including Notre-Dame itself. In fact, the cathedral had a few extra nests, especially on and around the various gargoyles. Beyond them was a series of statues depicting individuals holding crosses and books, no doubt meant to be the patron saints of the cathedral, made of copper that had aged so long in the sun they looked green in color. As for the pigeons, there were some resting in the nests, while others were either leaving or arriving, perhaps for feeding purposes?

As for why the Nobody chose to come here instead staying on his little shore in the Realm of Darkness? Well, one could only relax on a beach for so long before they became tempted to fall asleep. Doing so in the Realm of Darkness, even for Seth that was a dangerous idea so he left the realm in favor of looking at one of the cities of this particular world. Thus, the Nobody found himself watching people and birds alike from his vantage point in the bell tower. He had also lost track of time by this point, so he wondered if he should meet back up with others or leave them be a little longer. Deciding that he was bored of the tower, Seth exited through one of the doors taking a staircase that lead down to the actual church itself.

Within were various nuns and deacons performing their duties. Sometimes that entailed collecting donations, other times it meant keeping the floors cleaned. There were also a few patrons, a few sitting in pews staring up at the central crucifix with their eyes and closed and hands pressed together. Others knelt at an alter closer to the crucifix, while others still appeared to waiting for a turn in the confessional. As for the Nobody, he was still in his black coat, in fact he had his up so he definitely didn't look like he belonged here. He looked around for a moment or two before turning toward the main doors with a shrug. He made a few steps before he heard a voice speak to him.

"Did you not have a prayer in need of hearing?" said a priest - or was he an arch-deacon? - his voice soft and his tone kindly. He also spoke French, assuming Seth was a native of this world. The Nobody turned his head to look at him. The man was around middle-aged, probably in his forties or fifties at the oldest. Seth shook his slightly, his grin never leaving his face.

"Not exactly. Doubt it would help me anyway." Seth replied, in the same French language. Though his wasn't exactly the same, it was close enough to get the job done. He tried to leave again but the priest spoke once more.

"No burden is too large or small for the Almighty. You just looked like you were carrying a heavy burden, but if you insist you are not, I won't stop you. These doors are always open if you ever change your mind. No matter where you are what you've done." with that the priest left to go about his duties, and Seth never saw him again.

"Right..." Seth muttered, no longer in French, and when he was sure he wasn't being watched he stretched out his hand and opened a Corridor of Darkness. He'd made everyone wait long enough, it was time to go back. He could find them easily enough by honing in on one of their Hearts. A strong enough Heart could radiate with enough Light to allow it to be tracked. It was one of the ways Heartless hunted their prey. In any case, all he had to do was hone in on either Mai or the Princess of Heart of this world. Either one would get him to the meeting place.

Conference Room

Right behind where Mai stood, not a few moments after she slapped Drake, a Corridor of Darkness opened up. Seth stepped through, his hood still up but his grin was familiar enough to count as his identification badge at this point. The Nobody didn't speak, instead he silently took a seat and crossed his arms and legs to get comfortable. His face, though not fully visible under his hood, remained unchanged, he was still grinning his trademark playful grin.
The robot detected the incoming hostile surprisingly early on. He didn't launch an assault immediately, however, otherwise he would have tackled the Amazon at Mach 1 right from the get go and dragged her up into the stratosphere. People didn't often take it into account, but in high enough altitudes the air becomes dangerously thin. There was a good reason why fighter pilots always had to wear oxygen masks when flying on missions. And no matter how strong, powerful, or well-trained a metahuman was, more often than not they needed to breathe oxygen in order to live. Atom, however, needed no such thing and so it could have been a simple task to drag the woman high up enough that she passed out from sheer oxygen deprivation. Unfortunately, two things prevented the Robot from initiating this attack strategy. First and foremost, the hostages. Secondly, when her face became visible he was ordered to standby until an identification could be confirmed.

"It's her alright..." came Trent's voice over Atom's communication, "...Baroness von Gunther. She's one of the Nazi leaders, and an Amazon to boot. She's practically on par with Master Man." Trent was sounding a bit stressed, and rightfully so. Between the appearance of Von Gunther and the sudden arrival of several others with metahuman powers, the mission had become exponentially more complicated. Complications were one of Trent's biggest pet peeves. After an exasperated sigh, he finally said, "Bring her in. General wants her alive."

"Command: confirmed." said the Robot who - to everyone else - appeared to have spoken to an unseen and unheard partner. With this, Atom launched into action... literally. He flew straight at the Amazon at full throttle, his jet boosters allowing him to quickly close the gap between himself and the two friendlies who moved first. However, he couldn't go for Von Gunther directly. The First Law required him to first ensure the survival of her hostages before he could start targeting her in earnest. So at the last possible second he diverted his flight path and flew past instead. However, he did grab the edge of the bus in his robotic hand during the pass... and proceeded to not slow down. Either he would tear the bus from the Amazon's grip or the two would have the mother-of-all tug 'o war matches. Either way, it would likely serve as a sufficient means to keep her attention squarely on Atom while one of the others perhaps tried to get the hostages out or - even better - directly attack her with the element of surprise.
Scene of the Battle - Aftermath

"So wait..." Seth pondered, chuckling in spite of this being no joking matter, "...he almost tried to kill us, but I'm the only one getting punished?" Seth just shrugged, his usual response to most things. And although it looked like Tocsax was about to have some words with Drake, the Nobody didn't actually stick around to hear everything. Instead he vanished into a Corridor of Darkness, deciding that he needed some alone time. They could surely keep themselves out of trouble for a little while without him, couldn't they?

Timeskip - Realm of Darkness

Well, one had to hand it to this place. As dark and horrible as it was for most folks, it made for a convenient private location for people like Seth. The Nobody found himself on a shore of some kind, not too unlike the previous place. He leaned against a rock and stared out at what he could only assume was an ocean of some kind. But whether the sea here worked like it did on the other side - or if that was even actual water out there - was another question entirely. He picked up a small stone and flicked it out to the water, watching it skip a few times before sinking to the depths.

A yawn, and then the Nobody closed his eyes a moment, as if dosing off. Suddenly, though, he let out a frustrated grumble as he slammed a glove fist into the rock he leaned against, leaving a small cracked impact on the spot his fist made contact, "How else were we supposed to deal with them?" Seth demanded aloud despite no one being around to here, "It was the logical move... even Tocsax can't argue with that. Yet..." Seth lowered his gaze, and began to focus it intently on his gloved hand that soon balled into another fist.

"Yet that was small potatoes compared to what he did! So why am I the one being punished here?" he angrily slammed his onto the ground next to him, "Who am I fooling? Drake has nothing to do with this," he leaned back and stared upward, "but what is this frustration all of a sudden?" couldn't be guilt. He'd have to have a Heart to feel that. Was he simply second guessing himself? Questioning his own logic? But why...? His logic was perfectly sound... wasn't it?
@Letter Bee No. Shit just happens sometimes. That's all there is to it.
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