Talk about a crazy theory... but here's mine: Nomura stated in an interview that this scene happened both in the past and the future. I think that the armored people are in fact past Keyblade wielders (did anyone notice that the blue-haired girl has hair just like Kairi's from KH1, but blue, the opposite color of red?). The visible three are the girl who looks like Kairi, the one who looks a LOT like Roxas, and the one with a shorter version of Xehanort's hair. After the scary old guy beat them up and opened the path to Kingdom Hearts, they... how do I say this?... the Keyblade wielders DIED, anyway, releasing their hearts. These hearts were later reborn as Kairi, Sora, and Xehanort. This would also explain how they also got involved in the scheme of things. And as for the words from the last Secret Movie, perhaps "Xehanort's memories" means that Xehanort chose to continue his research because of his recurring memories. I think I lost all of you.
(ooc://Well, I'm using a Mac so this might not work for most of you... anyway, use the Alt/option key or whatever the PC equivalent is and then press "U". Nothing will pop up, but the next letter you press will have the umlaut. I think.) Vexen had run away from giggling girls, been hugged by sharpshooting pyromaniacs, exploded his entire laboratory, and been in several other situations in which he had done absolutely nothing during this strange venture, but the sight of the Organization's beloved, carefully-nurtured, ever-so-important Kingdom Hearts being dismantled drove him... well, ballistic. And of course, being in Marluxia's body meant he reacted even more drastically. First, counters appeared over the heads of EVERY SINGLE FANGIRL. Second, when he shouted "GO!" a gigantic explosion of pink petals flew from him, scattering his enemies with a wave of magenta flower-power. "NO ONE TOUCHES KINGDOM HEARTS! YOU CAN CALL ME DRUNK, YOU CAN CALL ME A... WHATEVER YOU CALL ME NOWADAYS, YOU CAN CALL ME AN INSANE LITTLE NERD LOCKED INSIDE HIS NOW DESSICATED LABORATORY FOREVER AND EVER, BUT THIS IS ENOUGH!!" He ignored Saïx's (aka Zexion's) wide, surprised eyes as the Berserker stood on the sidelines. "GET AWAY! NOOOOOOW!" And with that, he swept Marluxia's scythe in a circle as he had often seen Number Eleven do, knocking all of the fangirls off their feet with a humongous shockwave. (ooc://Vexen finally lost it. *rawr*)
"Oh dear. Catfight," drawled Vexen as he watched Saïx getting overwhelmed by a bunch of girls. "How unfortunate." He watched as Vivani plied her scissors. "Now if Nobody minds, I'm— LEAVING!" You could virtually see a dust trail. Needless to say, Vexen did not like being near a group of sadistic, cruel girls who wielded pointy objects. Reminder to self: never open the door to anything, whether it be fangirls or darkness, he thought unhappily as he used a corridor of darkness to teleport himself upstairs. "And I have a feeling that those aren't supposed to be there," he added aloud. He meant the dozens of female horrors happily chucking the Organization's spare weapons at Xemnas's artificial Kingdom Hearts in the sky. That might be a problem.
If I had a heart, this would be where I die of laughter. And since I do have one... *dies* You're an absolutely AMAZING writer!
If I had a heart, I'd have a heart attack, Vexen thought dizzily. (ooc://Ukali, that was going a BIT too far. *complete and unadulterated disgust* As for the picture... sorry, guys, but it was irresistable to attempt to draw Vexen's reaction to the little... mishap.)
Vexen gulped at Saïx's new information- like the others, he had decided to go with safety in numbers- and tried very hard not to make one of his very demented faces (ooc://if you've read the KH manga, you'll know what I'm talking about...). He was scared. Yes, very scared... not to mention his brain was pulsing rather dizzily trying to process all the names that had cropped up with the entrance of the fangirls, fatally admitted by him (ooc://Not to mention any new character played by Ukali is SURE to be frightening.) "Scissors?" he squeaked. "Wait a minute... MY scissors?!" He was, after all, the only owner of non-gigantic and dangerously sharp, disconnected knives in the entire Castle. Everyone else used oversized objects, except for Demyx's sitar, Luxord's cards, Zexion's book, and Larxene's kunai (and none of them were fit to be scissors, unless you counted Larxene's kunai being suitable for a much, much bigger variety of materials than just paper). "NO ONE TOUCHES MY SCISSORS!" Which triggered yet another demented face, which needless to say didn't take very well with Marluxia's features. Vexen glanced at the lonely little bunch of test tubes, which he had moved to Xemnas's room. Just a little longer. (ooc://Okay, is it okay for me to remove the fangirls now? I didn't want people to have THIS much fun with them...)
(ooc://Honestly, doubledude, Ukali's right; it's not that hard to follow the rules of proper English grammar and spelling.) Vexen peeked out from under his bed, where he had been hiding. He could still hear the female chatterboxes all around him, but at least he now had an idea of their stupidity. After all, real flesh-and-blood people couldn't touch Nobodies, right? (ooc://See Twilight Town: Second Visit if you think I'm wrong.) And I've got to check on that cure, after all. Vexen stepped out of the room, drawing squeals of glee from a tribe of the little horrors down the hallway. They rushed at him, but he made a few inexperienced, clumsy feints with Marluxia's scythe (he almost tripped himself... why was Marluxia's scythe so bothersomely long?) and they scattered with screams; even fangirls know a very sharp, dangerous object when they see it. In this manner, he managed to make his way through the Castle without any serious mishap. (ooc://Notice how I used the word "serious.")
Vexen could feel his eyes opening up wider with every new action Saïx was somehow managing to do, until he felt like a Shadow with his eyes stretched as wide as they could go. Normally Vexen didn't like fangirls, but he could sympathize with this "Valerie" girl, whoever she was... Saïx usually meant what he said. Which was why most of the Organization stayed well out of sight when he was Berserking, or at least on his good side if that was impossible. He turned and regarded the test tubes on Xemnas's desk, crossing his fingers should more rabid fangirls come knocking at Xemnas's lab's door. The ground crystal dust had turned the liquid different colors, and he had somehow managed to grind off some of Riku's Way To Dawn to add to the liquid as well. And that's my little revenge, Riku, he said silently. For totally kicking my butt when I made you your own little friend- a friend that knew you better than anyone else. Quite literally. The thought gave him little amusement. After all, Riku had finally caught on thirty minutes ago and taken back his Keyblade, right when Vexen had begun sampling the data from it in another attempt to make yet another Riku Replica. Oh well. At least the yelling had stopped; apparently Xigbar and Saïx, the two greatest attractions of attention, had managed to take refuge from the continuing onslought of grabby little females. Work, work, work, work... Vexen thought desperately, crossing his fingers and glowering at the test tubes, waiting for one of them to change color, react- anything. But then terrible fear rushed through him... "OMG, LOOK! Hey, I found one!" "It's Marluxia!" Kingdom Hearts help me!
Vexen felt a trifle ignored as he watched Saïx beat up musclemen with 15-year-old intellects and little girls. Saïx's offerings were placed on the trestle table beside him, including a very shiny Kingdom Key. "I don't even want to know how he got you," he told it seriously. "Worse still, I don't want to know what he did to your previous owner." Impressive for Saïx, however, he thought. In short, he did everything but #4 on the list. He was about to pick up the collection of Crystals when Saïx(Zexion) went rampaging by, beating Number Thirteen about the head with Marluxia's shovel. The shovel's head caught the crystals in his hand and caused him to drop them; they shattered into a million shards on the ground. Oh dear. Saïx had better start learning how to use a broom next. On the next pass, Saïx somehow managed to scatter the Spell-Art proofs all over the ground. And once Roxas had faceplanted, the Keyblade vanished. Probably summoned by Sora, Vexen concluded. (ooc://As per request, I have decided to delay the construction of the machine even further so you can all get your batch of randomness/craziness in :) )
(ooc://When I used the word "rabid" to describe them, I didn't exactly have rabid squirrels in mind... o.0) Vexen had concluded that he was safe when there was a scratching at his door. And high, excited voices outside. Fangirls! Kingdom Hearts, strike me dead where I sit. Make it quick so that I won't have to endure this predicament... lightning strikes me, fire crisps me, heart attack, something! Then he recalled that he had no heart. Okay, enough of this. Time for Plan B! Within a few seconds, he managed to use a corridor of darkness (ooc://that's the PROPER name for them, you know ) to teleport... well, elsewhere. He found himself chin-high amid a forest of thorny rose bushes with sickeningly sweet-smelling and beautiful pink roses virtually dripping off their many stems. Oh well. At least no one would look for him here; he ducked immediately. How humiliating.
Vexen somehow managed to scrape what remained of his internal organs off the ground (not literally of course) and in a moment's decision decided that the best course of action to take next was to hide. (ooc://Seriously, rabid fangirls are SCARY ) Normally he wouldn't have panicked, seeing as he was EXTREMELY unpopular with fans as being the "weird old scientist dude" and having a voice that half the time made him sound drunk (It's just an ACCENT! he thought.) However, as he was now in a pink-haired man's body: Marluxia: flower-lover (a supposedly girly trait), scythe-wielder, and temporary ruler of Castle Oblivion, and with a slightly more likable voice... well, let's just say that Zexion's recently-abandoned mystery closet looked like an ideal summer vacation home right about now. The cure can wait, he gulped, and began sprinting towards his room, where he locked the door, grabbed a couple of blankets, and hurled himself into his dismally but thankfully dark closet. Sanctuary! (ooc://Okay, maybe the fangirls weren't such a great idea. DON'T make this thread kick the bucket because of this batch of randomness. PLEASE.)
(ooc://I'm pretty sure it's an ORGANIZATION XIII chat... we'll see what Ukali says.)
Vexen had just managed to poke all the Organization's hairs into place inside his reactor when there was a very loud knocking at the Castle That Never Was's front door. "I'll get it!" he shouted to no one in particular, leaving his reactor hissing slightly on Xemnas's desk. No one responded, so he immediately guessed they were all in mutual agreement. "Saix, I very desperately hope this isn't a bunch of Dusks sent out to do your bidding!" he added to himself. Whatever was knocking on the door sounded like a whole herd of Neoshadows. 'Course, when he opened the door, he found that it was a lot worse than that- that is the way of things in the Castle That Never Was. "AAARRRRGGGH! RABID AXEL FANGIRLS!" He turned to run, but was immediately stampeded. Flattened. Ironed to the floor. I hope Xaldin has a spare spatula he can use to scrape me off the ground with. (Hey, guys! Found something to bug Xigbar with!)
Vexen turned to Saïx almost cheerfully now that things were going... a bit more according to plan. "Fine," he said, handing him a list (I couldn't resist making a graphic version of this list, view it here: http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w111/wavewhisper/SaixsTo-DoList.jpg). "Get all of these for me, will you?" Whistling, he wandered off... He arrived at Larxene's room, where he found Larxene rocking back and forth on her bed nervously and Xigbar giggling on the floor. "It's Vexen," he said severely to Numbers Two and Twelve. "And your job, Xigbar, has absolutely nothing to do with shooting marine mammals- wipe that moronic smile off your face! And stop that giggling! Your job is to get a very long sleep- why are you staring at me in that perfectly idiotic manner?- in a nicely padded room in a nice tight little jacket, get a very large cup of decaf coffee in the morning, and then spend the rest of the day doing nice, simple little tasks... like pruning Marluxia's rose bushes for example, and not SHOOTING all the petals off like last time... 'course, you've got fire now, so... good!" said the nemesis of Marluxia's beautifully kept garden. "All clear? You're staring at me blankly... clear enough for you, I suppose."
(LOLOLOLOLOLOL) Once Vexen had recovered to find himself on the ground with a very heavy dustpan and brush near his head, he was almost instantly besieged with a bunch of very pushy lower-rankers. "I don't know how much more of this I can take," he muttered, somehow managing to find his list of to-dos. It wasn't at all comforting that the only person who appeared to be cooperating was Xemnas... in an immature little music maniac's body. With hockey hair (sorry, The Reflective Superior, couldn't resist playing on that joke :) ). "Fine!" he snapped at Roxas and Axel. He wasn't feeling ready to be nice now, even if he was finally getting offers of help. "Axel, I want you to go to Atlantica and steal Ursula the sea witch's entire stock of potions." Vexen wisely chose to ignore Axel's audible gulp: fire elementals naturally didn't like water. "Number Thirteen, I need you to go to Hollow Bastion and steal a bunch of extremely high-tech equipment from... a castle... of a friend of mine. Yeah. And if you get pulverised by the computer, which will threaten to destroy you as soon as you try to touch it, don't blame me. DON'T GET DISTRACTED BY SEA SALT ICE CREAM. Superior, you've done your share, but if you really want this to go fast you'll go convince Saïx and Xigbar to come and HELP. And me? I've got to do something veeery important to any further progress... and it's a big job." It was his turn to gulp. "I've got to... ...comb Marluxia's hair."
Vexen's shake of his head sent ash scattering down, like a rain of dandruff. "There's a saying among scientists," he said sardonically. "It says Prepare for the worst and hope for the best." He pointed at the small smoking crater that had, as if by magic, appeared on the table. "Whoop-de-doo." Vexen glanced down at the front of his trench coat: the metal coat ties had been slightly warped by the recent bursts of heat they had been subjected to and the front was entirely coated with a fine layer of grey. Oh well. At least I'll still be partially existent in a few days... unlike Xigbar. Knowing Larxene... He threw a dustpan and a brush at Saix(Zexion). "Make yourself useful. Knowing Zexion, his body is probably used to it by now, so get cracking. No Nobodies, Number Seven. Elbow grease." Vexen turned and regarded his steadily growing list of needed ingredients. Once Saïx had finished sweeping up the mess, he would make sure that everyone had something to do. The most boring, long-lifed job would go to Saïx (Vexen could never resist getting a little revenge when he got the chance). And Xigbar would get a nice, simple, EASY job that Vexen HOPED there was no possible way to foul up... but then, as it was Xigbar, was that even entirely possible?
As soon as the Dusks zipped in with what Number Seven evidently assumed was a generous offering of help, Vexen sighed and grabbed the flask of residue before the bumble-handed things could smash it. “I’m not even going to ask how you managed to blow enough of the material to fill this flask, what with your zippered heads and all,†he commented mildly. “I’m pretty sure that Zexion’s illusions are just that: illusions, and unable to make even the tiniest flutter of air. I shall have to examine them more closely in the future; it sounds like a fascinating subject. Just like him- and Zexion- to be lazy enough to get little Nobody goonies and illusions to do the work for them.†As he straightened, a stray lock of Marluxia’s hair poked him in the eye painfully. This did nothing to improve his temper, and he trailed angry crimson rose petals as he strode furiously across the room to empty the flask into a crucible already steaming with a number of highly dangerous chemicals. Very faintly, he heard Saïx and Axel evidently struggling to control an overenthusiastic Xigbar... The crucible gave a slight pop! and for a moment, Vexen thought he was safe. But then... kabloom! Well, thought Vexen with a sort of grim amusement, noting the little flame that burned in what was left of Marluxia’s bangs. That takes care of the hair problem.
(o.0 Saix=violence. Xigbar=OMGGETAWAYFROMMEYOUFREAK! Lol. And Xiggy, don't get this thread in trouble with your awesome craziness :D ) Vexen, terrified beyond imagining, squeezed his eyes shut as the formerly blue-haired Number Seven dumped a scorched Xigbar out of the hole in the wall. The loud crunch below seemed to be enough to satisfy Saïx, but apparently not enough- he rushed off again as soon as the patter of feet signaled Xigbar's new activeness. Unlike Saïx, Vexen had noticed Xigbar's... clothes dilemma, and was hesitant to open his eyes until he was sure that the main mischief-makers of this uncomfortable result of his mistake had gone away. FAR away. REALLY far away. Larxene's room would work. As soon as THEY were gone, Vexen returned to the Superior's lab and began labelling the hair phials. Pfft. Some help THEY are. Absolutely no respect for their elders, whatever body they might inhabit.
(ooc://*is that her post is gone* I spent three whole minutes composing that post, and it's GONE? But if it means KH-Vids got a better server, all right with me!) bic://Vexen turned the corner before his lab's door and tried to screech to a halt. Marluxia's body was heavier than his, however, and had gained more momentum with the speed at which he had been going. Sparks virtually flew as Vexen, struggling to manipulate Number Eleven's body, was unable to stop and smashed into the wall beyond. Marluxia's face would be even flatter than usual. Ouch. Tottering into the diminished lab with Emerald Blues and Crimson Jazz chasing themselves around his head, Vexen was just in time to see Saix(Zexion), looking irritated by "Thirteen bottles of beer on the wall-!", bemusedly flip on the switch that would activate the incinerator. "NO, NUMBER SEVEN, DON'T TOUCH THAT! IT'LL MAKE NUMBER TWO REALLY HYPER-!" (ooc://Is it just me, or is Vexen getting REALLY good at panicking...?)
ooc://But that seemed like a pretty nice summary to me :D bic://Feeling a little comforted by Xemnas's assurance, Vexen tried to ignore the abominable singing coming from within his incinerator (the scientist's trash can, since some chemicals are only safe once they've been completely burned) and pulled himself together. An instant later, he was directing the Dusks as they meandered about. "Don't drop that!" he snarled at an unfortunate Dusk that had been about to remove what had once been a particularly large set of test tubes and was now a sad little grey ball of glass. One of the worst things about Dusks: belted hands. As if they weren't already limited enough...! Vexen looked down and saw that his puddle of tears had turned into a cascade of sakura petals. Sheesh, Marluxia even CRIES prettily?! More than ever, he wished for his own body back. Stupid Marluxia... running around in MY body while I'm stuck in this BARGE... "And you!" he snapped, spinning around and pointing at Saix(Zexion), who was reading a new book. "If you want to get out of Number Six's body while there still IS one, you'll help out more!" With that, he picked up the ash-covered smithereens of his former notebook and marched out of the room.
