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Larxene had laid still after she had discovered Xemnas's appearance, which she didn't sense because of her focus on what she was saying, and the fact that she was quite angered. But even as motion was coming into her body, and she could almost easily move her arms and legs, however, still a bit rigid, the air had truly changed once more. It was that tension she had felt in her room when she and Xemnas had their own private confrontation, and while she was aware that he couldn't be really "enraged", this was the equivalent of it. Like a silent fury. For one thing, she did not know that after she delivered her own message by Dusk, that others would soon follow. She didn't even have to guess at who were the culprits either, considering that they were the only ones who critically thought ill of her, minus the fact that Demyx had come to explain himself by letter, didn't have faith in her, as well as not thinking of her as much to trust her that she wouldn't do something immoral, or that she had sent a note that spoke about them negatively, or completely ignore their part in the fight. Or something that made them perform the act. That, and Xemnas will not have said the remark he did if it was only her he was complaining about. She also didn't know where this was going, especially when he had listened to her...interesting answer to Axel, but, he will notice that she was only responding back to another insult directed at her, right?

Thinking about it as she behaved in the soaked mattress, knowing that Xemnas will keep true to his promise if one spoke out, she just watched as he cornered Demyx, and it didn't really surprise her that he was inside that closet. She could have sworn there was a rift in the air because of a portal opening before, but she didn't know specifically who. She was still freezing in her wet garments, but she had now controlled her shivering and shuddering to some extent as to not catch attention to herself as Demyx stepped out, looking like he was about to see the last few seconds of his life before his eyes. And well, it's not like he couldn't be blamed, really, the way Xemnas trailed his orange eyes at him with such a look. It was amazing to her the way everything was soundless and noiseless, and you could only hear the creak of the sliding door, and the slow, unsure, and frightened, footsteps of the ninth member. Larxene was not certain how this was going to end up, and she raised her eyebrows when she felt Demyx hit the railings of Marluxia's bed close to her. You almost would've felt sorry for him, in a way, and that was as much as she was going to say on that until his ultimate fate is announced to them all. She glanced up at him for a second, but reverted her focus back to the ceiling, just...awaiting.

"I'm sure you are going to explain fine, Number Nine. All in due time," Xemnas replied in that same clipped tone of icy shards, not once losing his demeanor and presence that could leave everyone else wondering what he meant by that with his empty tone. His eyes shifted slightly to the side to the Nameless Organization member, and he did not hesitate when black and white familiar thorns suddenly popped out, summoned by him out of what seemed to be a large metallic and pale void that was different than any portal. Many and many of them, wrapping around tightly and hard around the the man who closely resembled him in some way, closely covering his body whole. It was done so quickly, that before he could even predict, he was sent backwards trapped and into the new zone that had appeared on the wall, the vines taking him with them as he disappeared within it. The hole swooshed close as fast as when it expanded, and Xemnas knew that this unknown member was taken to a trapped, four-walled, complete white, cell that was his own creation, resembling that of rooms in a asylum, with the exception of the pads. It was there he was to confirm that the man...he was certain was Toxyn, by the way he looked from what Larxene described, would not portal in any possible way, and his control swept away from him. He would want to talk to him later personally after he dealt with most of the troubles and interruptions he was facing. Nonetheless, that wouldn't happen if he let him escape, hence, the action.

Acting as if he just did not made somebody vanish by him, he circled to his rightful members quite maliciously, the darkness radiating off just like it had the moment he had come in. "First, before I raise question to other complications, I would like the answer of why I keep getting lower Nobodies for countless messages that are just repeated from each of you while I'm busy and had to attend to other important matters. One explanation at a time. Number Twelve, you're first."

Larxene, hiding that she was a little startled that she was called upon, carefully went to sit up, hoping that she was able to after the few minutes that had passed, and she inwardly sighed in relief as she made her back upright, able to be placed in a siting position. She couldn't talk normally as she would have in other cases, because she did follow Xemnas's threat true, and with him belittling them by their number, his "anger" was yet to be quelled. "Well, Superior, as you know you had assigned me to figure out some of the Nameless Organization's powers and abilities, and also to prove myself to you after our last...conversation. As you can see, I sent you the message early because if the Dusk did tell you things properly, I said that my reason for this was because you can maybe find it useful after I described the whole battle in that world along with the information. I would think you were perceptive enough to maybe get it, and, from what we've heard from Toxyn as he was previously here, I suppose everyone succeeded in getting Xioimara back." She took a unappreciative side stare to the other two, Axel and Demyx. "As for why you got other messages, that's for them to answer, because they didn't trust me to maybe explain everything that occurred, including them. I didn't know about it."

And that was it. She didn't continue after that, it wasn't like she needed to.

Xemnas just gave a stern nod, not forming any exact expression. "And you did a astounding, job, Number Twelve. Yes, we did succeed, Xioimara, while hurt, is back with us safely, so I do thank your quick thinking. In fact, I had believed that next time I will see you all, it will be to praise your work. It turns out this wasn't the case." He rounded on Axel. "You, Number Eight? Was it that you did not trust Larxene as your reason to sent me another?"


OOC: I will get to Roxie soon :P. I concentrate so much on certain factors, that I forget that I have other characters that need to move ^^;.

"What about?" Xemnas inquired, the only response from him to the 11th member. It was he that needed to talk, was he not? So he did not think his breath should be wasted pointlessly otherwise.

Larxene had moved and shifted gracefully, her pink cloak billowing behind her, her lips set in a thin line as her expression had not change of the dark and ominous lines she had taken. People, or those sober enough, had perhaps noted the vibe she was giving off as some stared at her with curious glances, and some others got out of her way. She had led Axel, which she was sure was right behind, to a spot where they could have their privacy; a alley. The only option. She wasn't going to waste her legs on walking too far for the sake of facing him. It was hard to be distant from everyone's eye, and she wasn't far from the crowd, if at all, so if they did began a battle, she had to do it in stealth. Stopping when she got in, she turned around to place her eyes at the entrance without much emotion or reaction, waiting for him. It wasn't long before he stepped in as well, and the fervor of the hatred she had mentioned ignited and flared, slightly draining her senses as she gravely glared at the man, trying not to quirk her lips in repulsion. Her blood was hot, and her body stiff and tense as she tried to control her impulses from doing anything, despite her insides enclosing with abhorrence. Yes, she was still seeing red. Her vision was daydreaming of decapitating his head off, after all. She could admit her dislike wasn't that bad, surprisingly, because it wasn't as strong as she would have expected it to be, for some reason, but his presence just had this irritating arrogance that perturbed her. His very presence, this being the first time she had seen him after coming back, was enough to set her this way. She knew if she vented it all out, it would leave, and she could easily forget he existed and move on. She didn't waste seconds of her un-life to people she did not enjoy being with.

Her face did not change, appearing as if she was a simple statue, when he began speaking, and the more he said, the more she really wondered what Xemnas was thinking, or if he was truthfully mentally unstable. This was the person who was to get her back? Who had hidden degrading remarks along his tone and his sentences about her? This was the method he was using? This very Nobody was becoming more and more less important as he went on, and she figured this was such wasted breath to deal with. Axel wasn't worth her focus. And it became true of how a abomination of a creature he really was when he summoned his chakrams after he took her bag of money, and had come to slash away her outfit. She was aware that he was low out of the lowest, and didn't flinch or was fazed when he did so. What caught her attention was that he did not harm her, and whether she was looking into this too deeply or not, it made her wonder, needless to say. He was to make the first move, and then she would attack because she was provoked, while her fury couldn't be held, yet this was a different scene than what she pictured. And there he was, again, talking, while she looked on without a care. It wasn't until he was finally done that the air crept into silence, and she did not say or replied a tinker back to him. Just looked on, never moving, a thick vile settling in her throat as she felt she wanted to puke. Whether it was the alcohol or Axel himself that caused this, she didn't care. Perhaps both made her sick.

It was like this for awhile, the seconds now turning into a minute as she only blinked disinterested, with withheld loathing of him. She did open her mouth sooner or later, starting off with a ridiculing, belittling, cocky, and sinister smile, and then her airy voice was heard in what appeared to be mockery and amusement as if they were talking about the casual weather, "Funny and ironic. Those things you said. Because when you compare it to the Organization and that castle, there's not much difference, is there? The empty void faces, who wouldn't give a damn whether you return or not return the next day. Filled with people like the likes of you. Leaving me with nothing, but empty memories. And don't give me, 'this isn't the Larxene I know'. You never knew me, Axel. And you never will. Say what you want, I'm not a coward or a quitter. There's nothing I've given up or left there, and anything else is better automatically. Tell me, what am I missing?" She took a pause there, the only difference being that she was actually moving something, which was her lips. She didn't hide her sharp and displeased opinion next. "Why are you here? Why you of all people? You of all should know why it was a mistake to send you here."

And it was there she delivered the finality. "I'm not going back."

Larxene rolled her eyes, and she turned to Marluxia and somewhat, at Toxyn, a bemused smirk in her face at Axel's chosen entrance. It seems he was well now. She already regretted to let him be taken care of by that female fire wielder, let alone get him there, if this was all she was going to get for it. This should be a proper and liable reason why she didn't help anyone, and a good example of what she can get from performing a actual good deed. So, why do them? That was her point. Axel didn't deserve it. This wasn't going to stop her from countering him, however. His insults were petty, and unprovoked, yet she wasn't going to sit there and be seen as if she was going to take it. She didn't even say anything, and she was already being insulted, in the same manner Demyx had welcomed himself spitefully into her room and attacked her, even when Xemnas had ended and solved the first argument. And you take all that, and it was her fault in the end? That was complete and utter bull. And she'll damn let them know it. As she opened her mouth to deliver what would probably set everything off, Marluxia got there before her, which kind of startled her a little. As she looked at him from her position of laying down in the bed, she stayed quiet, like she had been when he was speaking to Toxyn. Despite that he was handling the situation, something in her stomach would not let what Axel said go, and she needed, to provide him with some words of her own, but before she could even do that, Marluxia focused on her and gave her a leaf, straight to her mouth, without her consent. From what she got this was a herbal ingredient, and as she followed the instructions he said, not sure about eating a plant like this, she began to chew, holding her breath at the taste. And by God...was it horrible. Her lips curled disgustingly as her whole face turned into a grimace, almost as if she was to throw a tantrum and cry at the same time as she held herself from choking. This was terrible. She tried very hard not to whine, or cry out as she kept biting it, not breathing, until she swallowed the whole thing. It was there that she decided to say something to her friend, smacking her mouth to get the excruciating and painful flavor out of her mouth, her eyes kind moist while she felt a bit sick. "Geez, Marluxia, what the hell was that...?"

Her expression had relaxed and become less tense, but it didn't stop the after effect that leaf left her in. When she heard that Marluxia had given some notice to Xemnas, that also provided another surprise. As her limbs were starting to loosen their stiffness rapidly, eating that leaf making it worth it, she played out to the rest here, "You see this? This, is the good example of what I have to deal with. Look, at how I didn't start the obvious insults, while I was calmly laying in bed. I'm not the one being the little, ignorant bitch here. I was insulted, yes, repeated again, just for everyone to see, and now I will answer to such because idiots that do this always expect some kind of response, and that's what they are going to get. You asked for it, Axel. " She then eyed the redheaded man blankly and calmly with a sugar-coated smile after presenting her demonstration on why she wasn't at fault for Demyx barging into her room after Xemnas solved the first problem, that needed to end there, and why now of Axel having to snark at her for no damn reason. "And it's no wonder, then, that Demyx doesn't blame his own actions, considering he has a indescribable waste of a prick as his role model to follow through. And of course you would be 'proud' of Demyx. You might as well go to the next room and brainwash each other senseless by drooling with your mouths the way you two have been going at it."

As he awaited the answers from both the researches, he took in a breath, that must've been tired, when he witness another lower Nobody, this time a Dancer, come to his attention. Sighing, he let out a motion in his hand for the Dancer to explain the message, and as he kept quiet, he shook his head. So, Axel was better now, he hypothesized, perhaps by that Organization girl Larxene had left him with? At least, that's what he connected from Larxene's message to this one where the redhead recovered. He didn't bother to ask where Demyx himself was, as only a few more seconds later, a familiar cherry blossom petal floated and twirled down. Not certain what Marluxia was up to now, he held it curiously and it transformed into a note, which he read without much reaction, not knowing Marluxia was capable of doing this. As he finished, and he placed it somewhere, he gave a breath again. What, in the worlds, he thought deeply at the multitude of messages he was getting from different members, all basically being the same thing, minus some minor new info and with the exception of Marluxia's, was going on?

It was providing him with a headache, and with things to do on top of taking care of, once more, trivial matters, he eyed the two present with a sort of gleam. "It seems I have other things to take care of. I'll be back shortly, if you'll excuse me. I have to go and scold children again, it seems. It will give you time, Vexen, to help Xioimara peacefully." He couldn't believe these were actually grown men, and a woman, having problems this way. He had expected that his Organization were more mature than this, but as time, and time went by, that notion was slowly being dismissed. It was almost like he was a father, rather than a leader, and that role was not his job. As he had made himself portal, and materialized within the white and pale walls of Castle Oblivion, and in the room were they were gathering, he was met with many situations. He raised a eyebrow silently as he was watching Larxene do her mocking presentation, or introduction, and then, along with it, insult...or better put, insult back, apparently, at Axel, for whatever he said. He got a good idea from the note Marluxia had sent, nevertheless. Then, he had sensed Demyx hiding in the closet, for whatever reason there is to be for that to make any sense to him. He did not predict what Axel was going to do after Larxene returned some certain..."bite", and overall, there was a strange man, that of the Nameless Organization, beside him.

But all this just made him want to return to the lab, and ignore what was occurring before him.

Unfortunately, he was the Superior, and thus, had to deal with the "kids". As he glanced around them all, his expression less than pleasant, with dark essence protruding to each and everyone of them with a fatal glare, especially as Larxene noticed his presence, and closed her mouth, certain that he had heard her, he just stated in a low, serious, and dangerous voice that changed the whole atmosphere of the room to a thick tension at the emotionless and full coldness of each syllable, "I have been going through a amount of news delivered by lower Nobodies constantly, the same thing being said, over, and over. I hope you all have a good reason for beginning and starting things after the events that should have made you learn a lesson, if Number Nine and Twelve were any samples, for me not to turn you all into Dusks, and keep you in the dungeon for weeks, no matter what you have done or your excuses for them. One will speak at a time. I don't want to listen to two people chattering to me loudly at the same time, or both will be punished. I would not have anyone to raise their voice or retort back at me, as some have been doing lately, or you'll be punished severely. My patience is broken, I won't stand for anything anymore, and with one false move or word, you will all be joining Oblivion in the way this castle's name bears true without a second thought or chance. You are lucky I do not commit this now. Your immaturity is wasting my time, and I do not like my time being wasted of my members acting with such low mentality. Do you understand?"

His icy stare glanced to the door. "Number Nine, I suggest you come out quietly and without a sound if you want to live by this point."

OOC: Has Toxyn recovered from the shock? xD I have to leave my Lar-Lar out for now.

And aw, I wanted Roxas to fight :P.

"Xigbar does have a point. What you said was already suspected and confirmed recently, actually," Xemnas provided in pure calm to its core, knowing the girl will be alright soon with Vexen's healers, ointments, and medicine. However, that someone will go this far to torture one of his members was not exactly something he was quite pleased with. If it weren't for the delays that occurred, then perhaps they could've gotten to Xioimara sooner to prevent more of it happening. Thinking in silence for a minute or so, pondering what the next step will be against their new adversaries, he glanced back to Zexion, thinking he should reveal what are they to do. "Do you remember, Zexion, about what we discussed about your usage of Illusion, and what I have in mind? It's for the castle. We should use it to make it invisible, and as with the creator, and with the power of Nothing, I shall perform my own effort by making it undetected to any creatures with any type of senses, as well as being unable to locate it. Since you can't just stand here, and hold the Illusion forever, I have remembered a certain machine that can make it perhaps permanent with the use of your energy, if you will permit it."

Though, his tone made it appear like if he truthfully did not have a choice in the matter. He turned to the other scientist, knowing that if he is busy, he could listen to what he was saying. "The machine is where you come in, Vexen. I do believe you had said you were working on it by yourself now."

"A person with a gun shouldn't attack or torture a blind person in the first place when she doesn't even belong here, so that makes you a low piece of unwanted waste that should be rid of. What you really deserve is my Keyblade to break your face," Roxas growled threateningly, about to head him on and do just that, before suddenly Xigbar had broken in between them and delivered a punch. The blond boy stopped his running as he watched with widen eyes Xigbar physically fighting someone else, and he didn't expect such a thing as well of him coming back. Usually, they use weapons and their abilities, and he had never seen his senior act this way before. Xioimara was a important person to him, however. Of course, he had heard cursing before, he just didn't use them. Though, he had to admit to himself, that he at times let them slip. But, it wasn't to that point either. He was surprised he didn't with this Ravix, that was his name. The very name shook him with anger still as he gripped his Keyblades. He truthfully wanted to take it out on certain things as well, and he frowned slightly in disappointed when Xigbar had finally knocked him out.

Despite this, Roxas stepped up to the now fainted figure, and his partner, standing beside them as he eyed the man on the floor with dislike. In a second, he had dug the pointy end of his Oblivion near his neck as a loud clink someone penetrated the room, the move only managing to rip a small cloth of his Organization uniform near the shoulder. Roxas didn't have it in him to really do it, and he wouldn't have done what he did either now if he wasn't positive that he had good aim. "Lucky. I'm still going to get him one day. Along with this Toxyn. Hey...you think if we take him back with us...?"

Aw, man. You left it all for Xigbar Dx. Roxas needed to bent too. There's such thing as a geography bee? o.O All I've ever heard is of spelling...

What's so funny? D: There's just a lot of replies, not on RPs, but my PM box [especially certain three that I have yet to get to....*hides*] But...

Well, I guess it makes it more exciting for everyone to do something? xD

Tifa smiled at him tenderly, some tears spilling out of her eyes, but they weren't out of hurt, or sadness anymore. She could tell he meant every word, and this was what had been bothering her for the longest so far after they've gone their separate ways with that fight. The pressure, the worry, everything was freed, and she breathed in relief, leaning her head on his shoulder, while she saw Aerith give her a kind smile, happy for her. They saw that his shirt was very much damp, and they giggled again at the success, but suddenly, they were both lifted up, and Tifa had to hold on to his blond hair of head to balance herself from the unexpected move. She eyed Aerith in question, who just shrugged, surprised as well, and it wasn't until they were seeing where they were headed, where they began to struggle immediately. Tifa, while attempting to push herself away and getting out of his grip, began to punch him softly or hard at times, to release her, shocked, anxious, and...

"Cloud, you better not...AAAAAAAAAAH!"

And she now found her body splashing down into the pool as the force of gravity took her underwater, her eyes closing automatically, as well as holding her breath, letting herself float as she swished her arms, and kicked her legs, stunned. It didn't take long for her to get rid of her befuddlement though, or else she wouldn't be a fighter, to remain frozen when something unpredicted happened, and with that, she pushed and maneuvered herself to swim closer to the wall where the edge was, and rise up out of the surface. If she didn't had her bikini, Cloud would've been at risk for his life. Not that he wasn't now. Coming with her medium long, black hair draped around her face, in a mocking presentation of The Ring with the Samara, she placed her palms on the floor flat as she pulled herself out of the pull, dripping, and fully soaked, a devilish smirk on her face as she stood up, and was starting to close in on Cloud.

"You want to play, huh?"

Unlike, Tifa, though, Aerith did also push herself by supporting her hands to the ledge of the pool, damped, and dripping wet as well, gasping out for air, taking the worst of the hit as she was unaware. Sitting near the edge of the pool as she calmed, she noticed Tifa looking like she was about to rip a certain someone's head off. However, she knew the girl was just having her own version of fun. She wasn't going to seriously harm, Cloud, really, it wasn't needed, but she'll definitely do something. Aerith didn't know that Cloud himself would pull such a stunt, and when they were being carried to be thrown, while Tifa was aggressive, she had been a bit too, yelling at him to stop, and not to do it, while taking it out on his back in whatever way possible she could. She thought she almost escaped, but then of course, it was too late as she flew down in mid-air in seconds.

As she squeezed her long, brown braided hair to get the excess water out, she got to her feet as well soon, not looking as malicious as Tifa, but certainly not any better as she eyed Cloud sharply and with a dark vengeance, something that would usually be unlike her calm and sweet demeanor. Walking towards him as well, she trailed after her friend, "Oh, we'll definitely play, Tifa."

Nodding, she exclaimed, "Get him!"

And they both hounded at his figure.

There it was again, the feeling that someone was behind you, watching. It was more strong, but she had long since gone to sit in a old, wooden chair along with her new "buddies", who decided that standing up was getting tiring, and that relaxing in the middle of a crowded street party was much more helpful. She was on her third bottle already, not understanding why she was getting back to old habits, as they talk with her constantly, but she never really said a word. That was another thing: they enjoyed a one-sided conversation. How stupid and idiotic people can be when drunk. And how violent. She supposed someone mentioning she was crying and it proving to be true hit a mark more than she bargained for, but she didn't see a reason why to keep thinking about it, so she dismissed it as quickly as it came. The member whose job was to take her back was here anyway, keeping a eye on her. Or on everyone. Yet, she didn't really care either as she consumed another taste of her new brandy as she slithered it down her throat, a much better taste from the beers she first had. She wasn't getting drunk, she knew. She was, and has been, aware of her limits. As the music from the played instruments blared in her ears, her mind somehow detached from everything else, she sat there in a forlorn mood, or, what people who may take a glance at her might think she was in. Because, she couldn't really feel a "mood". Ignoring the fact that she had said something of the like when she faced Sora in what would be her last battle. Or, now in this case, should've been her last battle, she stared at the dark sky. That was back then. Things changed. People change. Lessons are learned.

She eyed the woman who had seemed to have taken a "bond" with her, in her opinion, bored and blankly, contemplating on how long she could keep the member's patience intact when she would not move from her settlement. Certainly, this party is going to last until the early rise of the sun. Should she test if he would last forever before confronting her? Hmm. As the promiscuous dressed female that was situated in front of her took a broken shard of a mirror to see if her make-up needed a touch-up, Larxene was aware that no matter how much shit she put on, no cosmetic will be able to fix that mess. Reminded her of her mother, and the mess she became.

Another bit of liquor shot down her throat in desire, the bottle almost done as she licked her lips.

The drunken tone of her companion filled her again, sounding quite amused. "....why you keep crying?.."

She shrugged unfazed, wiping her cheeks and eyes again casually. They weren't really real anyway. Nothing to worry. She was getting tired of hearing that, however. This really was a unhealthy environment for her, in terms of basically everything that had led to the destruction of her home. Figuratively. Not literally. She took another swig of the bottle to her mouth there. It was at that moment when that whore, she didn't even bother remembering the name even when she was sure she had mentioned it at some point, tilted the mirror is such a way that caught a glint, directing it at her eyes.

And who she caught in that reflection made her chest tighten with hatred of a inflamed feeling, holding on to her bottle so tightly unbeknownst to her that it cracked, the contents spilling to the floor, and all over her hand as glass shattered and bounced off the ground. This was the cause of another uproar, and some other cheers, and a towel was being draped around her hand to dry it up, no one taking in the dark and deadly look in her face that now beheld her flawless features. Whatever they were doing now, she was too distant and far from it, that it felt like she was not even there, her vision seeing red. In more ways than one as her lips pursed in loathing, burning her stomach, and her veins in a rush, if she even had them, filling her brain from the high pressure. And all she could see was red. She did not see well enough, but it wasn't hard to mistake his figure and the hair style, as well as the color. Xemnas was officially, utterly, insane. Of all the twelve, thirteen, she didn't know, members he could have chosen, he had to pick the most unlikely, and less successful to be, Nobody of them all. That despicable, wrenching, mass of a creature. What, in what sort of sunken reality, would make "The Superior", think that Axel...she spat his name in her mind, would be able to get her back? Darkness had obviously disillusioned him. That man...who she did not want anything to do with for the rest of her life, or whatever was left of it, was the one chasing her. To come back. Unbelievable. She let out a bitter chuckle. Well...my, my, wasn't this a "surprise". She only regretted ruining her drink when the remembrance of Castle Oblivion filtered within, just bubbling and boiling the heat she was experiencing as of the moment more. He had ruined everything. He was to blame for the failure. It was his fault. And she would hold that regard.

The person, who did not comprehend, what she and Marluxia were doing. Who was a simple double-agent. The more she thought it, the more it sickened her. It was vomit worthy when she pictured her own actions while there, touching him of all else. She shuddered in distaste. It was seemingly, for everyone, to get that Xemnas was secretive, having his own agenda, and that he will inevitably fail them all. Axel, who was blinded, would be one of those little pawns. And in the end, nobody got the Hearts that they were promised. And so the tale ends. It wasn't just power that drove her and Marluxia. She didn't care for power, or if she ruled over misfits. They were fine. She had no qualms of staying in that castle for her Heart, no matter if she didn't want it at first, truthfully. Or no matter how dull and boring it could be. A Heart wasn't necessary. That belief had never truly left her. However, it was great to be empty and emotionless, because sooner or later Axel would join the list of people who had screwed her over. She wasn't going to say she was hurt or pained, or anything. It just angered her. No, she wasn't hurt. She couldn't hurt. But she did hate him. Their plan was very well underway, and then swiped off before they reached it by a inch. It was a mistake. And it just taught her another lesson of how foolish and naive she really was. She was mildly proud of herself that she didn't get up and break his face as she thought this. Him the cause of her death.

Well, no. She could admit that he kept himself off that turn-out.

That was her doing.

Axel had never faced her after he had released Naminé, and nobody told her to take the disappointment, resentment, and fury at the Keyblade Master, and the girl. That was her. In fact, as she recalled, there was a opening for her to leave. It was almost curious on why she didn't. Or what made her stay. To get rid of Sora, was that right? That's what she said to him. It was the usual, "what if"s. She was the cause of her own death. It didn't change her opinion or her malignant view of the redhead, because in all points, he had betrayed them. And in turn, her. That could be enough to harbor a grudge that lasted even now, when she had come back. For no reason. Why would Xemnas bring any of them back?

She had snapped out of her daydream and her own zone when someone snapped their fingers before her aquatic orbs, not once, but twice, and even then she was still seeing red.

A laugh. "Sweetie, you look like you're about to perform murder on someone's ass! Look at her guys!"

She twitched at "sweetie", but didn't do much else. At least the idiots were finally noticing, though she disliked the girl's face so close to her...again, and the smell of alcohol filling her nostrils. Hard, tense, and still as a rock, in dangerous grace she had pulled her pink hood off, the bright shade severely clashing with her overall demeanor now, revealing her hidden head without much problem any longer, and swiftly got to her feet, bag of money in tow. She walked away stiffly without another glance to them as her sharp face hovered on the crowd, but never glancing at the specified target.

She disappeared within the masses of bodies.

But, this time, she wasn't hiding.

And that's exactly it. I'm going to take it more easy with Roxas...hmm. A small spar rather than a real fight?

Aerith, who was playing around with Tifa as they giggled, tickling each other when walking, to see if one was to slip into the pool, stopped when she heard the shout of a familiar voice. While the black haired girl with her instantly froze, with surprise in her eyes, she turned her head, staring at the blond haired young man heading towards them. She placed a hand in Tifa's shoulder and squeezed, calming her down as she could sense her body tense, and they waited as Cloud halted in front of them. Both she and her were silent, gazing, not sure about what exactly he wanted, but Aerith, being the perceptive one she was, noticed in his expression a sort of forlorn, and guilty hurt. It was no doubt that this was him trying to compensate for what he did, and had come back to...maybe....apologize. Wa she? May this be...?

In the end, she was proven right, as his words replayed in her head. She had already forgiven him long ago, as she wasn't the type to hold grudges. What she was worried about was Tifa, and she shifted her vision to her. Quietly, and muttering to only her, she mouthed, "Relax..."

" I can't..." Tifa replied back in the same manner tightly, not taking her eyes off of cloud as she also made her own hand grabbed Aerith's arm, somehow seeking comfort, and for maybe the girl to get her out of here. Not moments earlier she was wondering how she was going to act when Cloud and her faced each other, and now, there it was, just seconds after she had come to relax herself. He obviously, when she first looked at him, appeared sad, and extremely regretful, and all she could do was study him. She could tell the meaning behind his words, knowing they were genuine, and he truly now understood the things he had done, and didn't want to be away from them because of it. In fact, it took a lot for him to do that, she knew. He had also understood that perhaps he did hurt her as well, and with him giving the attention to her...she knew he knew. The problem was, that despite this, and her soft heart melting at how sorry he really was, washing away whatever "hatred" she had for him, this was too awkward. She didn't know why, but...she couldn't move to him or say anything, after everything. She did think that it was time to say all their sorrys, and she would accepted, but she was stuck.

Aerith nudged her, before whispering in her ear, "Do something..."

"You do something...." she whispered back in the brown haired girl's ear.

"He's obviously apologizing more to you..." she hissed without him overhearing as they huddled close.

"I don't know what to do." Tifa argued, before Aerith breathed in a huff, and parted ways. In the end, she watched her step forward and she felt a grab at her hand forcing her to walk, and her legs wobbled on their own.

Smiling at Cloud, she giggled, really, honestly, feeling quite happy that this may be the end of the event that transpired between all of them, and she nodded. "I accept it, Cloud. We all overreacted in some way, and I apologize too. No hard feelings, and we can move on, because it's disheartening to see friends fight...it really is...we've all been through a lot together..." She glanced at Tifa, giving her a silent message. "Right, Tifa?

She slightly glared at her for putting her on the spot, yet, as she shifted her brown eyes to the ground, and then to Cloud's sky blue ones, she didn't say anything, thinking over it, and rewinding things in her mind. Aerith was right. This wasn't worth it. They had so much more together, and this...this was no reason to finish it. After a while of the same contemplations, she simply went up, and hugged Cloud tightly in a surprising move as her eyes blurred with tears, holding him close to her body, missing him...and missing the feel of him, and his smell. She chuckled a little at maybe his clothes getting wet from her damp skin and bathing suit, but she winked at Aerith when she motioned for the girl to come, and with a skip, she also embraced, or rather glomped Cloud immensely in her joyful self, both girls eyeing one another as they purposely went to get his shirt drenched, both pressing against him for that very mission alone.

Gazing at him, Tifa frowned, feeling like something had been lifted off her shoulder, yet, wanted to hear something from him, the core of the very argument they had. "That means....Cloud, that you don't like me for my big chest, I'm guessing? Tell the truth."

She bared her orbs at him intently.

As his members went into conversations, while some left for breaks, he had a flash of a certain man in his throne room at his senses, and apparently, he would be there for a reason. Looking around the room momentarily, his presence not crucial for the while, he began to portal out without announcing where he was going, having explained enough in that they are to be called in when it was time, and he had something to deal with. As he materialized in the destination, he wasn't fazed by seeing Marluxia there, waiting. He eyed him without much expression, not feeling anything about the person who had set a plot of betrayal against him, yet, the uncertainties were expressed in his thoughts before when Axel volunteered to find Larxene. There would be a lot to work on. "What would you be doing here, Marluxia?"

It was weird, that feeling, the hair standing at the back of your neck...your instincts telling you clearly that someone was following you. There was no doubt now that she was somehow spotted. Any other day, and this would have been a fun and entertaining cat and mouse game, and she would have laughed and giggled at trying to evade the hunter that was attempting to snatch her. Yet, to her, this wasn't really a sport. She was serious and dead set on not going back, and she couldn't find a pleasure in being force to something she did not want. If she did get caught, there wouldn't be much choices for her.

As she dove into a huge crowd of people wearing brightly colored costumes, she held on to her money tightly, keeping her eyes in her possession, as well as herself, and she did catch some eyeing her bag. Yet, how much would she be able to keep dodging? She wasn't idealistic enough to believe that he would stop chasing...it would be a plus, and she'll be lucky with that miracle, but she wasn't going to be delusional. It was bound to...it was bound to be anytime now. And as she kept going through, the more farther, she noted that the crowd was thinning, and she would be easily seen with the lack of people. Then again, she was getting far from the avenue, and was heading for the church...she guessed that it was to be peaceful and not many will dare have anything going on near it out of respect. So she had to take some kind of detour to the side, but most of the road was a single path. Slipping into a corner in the shadows at that idea, she went to analyze. If she parted into the right path or the left path, it would simply lead her to more quiet and empty areas, and away from the main street and square. That wouldn't be good, right? It was there she discovered a bright pink cloak laid on the ground...and while she questioned how come this this bright pink cloak was abandoned, along with many other type of clothes, she didn't want to know or guess. She didn't waste anytime in slipping out of her brown, raggity, robe as she went farther in darkness away from anyone's eye, making it hard to see her, if at all. She did this hurriedly, exploiting her Organization uniform for a split second, before it was hidden once more in the new, pink addition. Unlike what most others would think, she didn't detest the color pink, however, she did detest it being this shiny and...so...sore eyed. This felt kind of uncomfortable, but it seems this part of the town was full of partiers, and her eyes bulged on cue when a couple who were all over each other entered the place she was in, making out, and the girl being slammed against the wall. In what part of this town did she freaking hell directed herself to?

She never expected that the 1800s were just as bad as the modern times.

Larxene stared for a moment in bit of shock, and trying hard not to gaze in repulsion, she got her bag, and left out of there while she pulled over her pink hood, before she saw anything she might've regretted seeing. It was a good time for the hood, though, when everyone else, or some, were doing the same, so she wouldn't be that suspected. When it was becoming night in this place, the folks really did do questionable things. Were they..gypsies, with all the outfits? Either way, as she fitted in, she went to camouflage herself within ones dressed like her. Even if she was foiled, and he noticed her, or whatnot, at least she could say that she...well, did something to avoid it, instead of just waiting. She was stuck anyway. She couldn't go much further without being a sore thumb from the rest considering the lack of human beings in masses if she continued straight. Most respective commoners would be heading home for safety and sleep, and that's what was occurring.

She sighed. She was in a group that was talking and drinking, and she pretended that she was apart of it, but she stayed quiet, until one of them noticed her.

"Hey, we got a newcomer! Want a drink?"

Before she could even express a answer to that slurred sentence, she was given a unused bottled of alcohol that was capped off right in front of her [so nothing was put inside it..if they even had such a thing in these days...], and she awkwardly held it as she looked at the, half-naked, with those "clothes"...if you would call them that, woman who gave it to her. She scoffed inwardly in disgust, but tried not to let it show in her face, in case it came off the wrong way. One or two had hoods on as they chatted, so she remained, but didn't take a sip. She just looked down to see if her black boots were not in sight, and made sure the pink garb was very long.

The woman wobbled to the new addition. "Don't be..shy girl! Such a pretty thing, too! Come on, today is the day before the Festival of Fools! Enjoy the pre-celebration!!!"

The others with her whooped, cheered, and hollered, and Larxene scowled as they were calling attention to themselves. Well...not really, everyone else around clapped and did the same, before some music started playing. Now, the dancing began. These people were insane, that's what she thought, yet, they were the kind to have a good time. She remembered she liked having a good time once, when everything around her life was breaking elsewhere. Glancing at the sky with her eyes clouded at the memory, the strikes of the sun's rays were disappearing now, becoming a slightly dark blue...

In the end, she put the opening of the bottle to her lips, and took a long satisfying drink as if she had done this a million times before...and she had, hearing a bunch of whoops again, rolling her eyes when she finished swallowing.

Nutjobs...

Then the woman had peered deep into her face dizzily, where she had to lean back.

"Hey...why you crying?"

Stunned, and wondering now if this woman was seeing illusions, she placed her hand on one eye, caressing it, before lowering it as she scrutinized it, seeing that it was, in fact, wet. She wiped both of her eyes then quickly, befuddled, but it wasn't enough to thwart her. She didn't think anything of it. She was a Nobody, after all, and this was maybe a sign about her memories in when she looked back at points when she was human. That was all. As she composed herself, she sharply gazed at the female, saying quite low, "I can't cry."

Larxene swiveled the beer interest, her mind full and reeling at what she had discovered despite her solution and words, before taking another swig.

OOC: Gosh, Deathsight, you make a victory feel so saddening D: *hugs*. I doubt that's going to stop you, though...

"Yes, Xemnas did get it..." Larxene hissed to herself from her position in the mattress after finishing hearing what Toxyn was speaking of, and would've stood right up from her bed pumped, if it wasn't for the fact that she was paralyzed, wet, and freezing. The three things were taken off her mind from a moment by small surprise, kind of...she could admit, elated. Or what felt like elation. She knew that if she was human, she would be very happy, at least. She gave a devilish smirk to Marluxia at the news, thinking that Xemnas would've ignored her "advantage" clue that she had given by the Dusk along with the battle information, whether because he thought it was not needed, or whether he had his own plans, or even that he could've figured it own by himself, something she wouldn't put passed him either. The fact is...they succeeded. At least, for the moment, in getting Xioimara back. Despite the fact that today was very horrible day for her in more ways than one, starting from the morning, for the Organization as a whole, they really did make it through. It was just weird...no disruptions, no setbacks, they really did get Xioimara back?

The best part, was that Marluxia seemed like he had had enough, and was getting Toxyn to leave. She didn't like the pawns comment he gave in the beginning, however, because in a way, she did agree to what Xemnas had done [considering that she kind of went through it in secret with a Dusk], and that things happened that needed to be thrown into their advantage. It's tactics. She wasn't sure, really, what Xemnas had thought or how he got to that level, but she had a notion she would find out soon enough when they come back, and he holds a meeting. She wasn't one to take any credit, that wasn't important, as long as she was recognized in what she is able to do. In anything that was worth it.

We have everything right! =D I thought your reply will be much longerly epic in terms of Xigbar xD. Now a Ravix and Roxas fight. Don't know how to...

Nothing much. Simply...replying to a lot of things D:.

OOC: I don't think BaseSebastian...don't know. He hasn't posted in a while.

Xemnas almost made a motion as something began to portal in front of him again, however, he did sense that this time, it was one of their own. What appeared before him made him raise his eyebrow slightly, though blankly, as Xigbar held a very injured Xioimara in his arms, having looked like she had been through one kick after the other. He closed his eyes, and sighed at the picture, before opening them again, and nodding to the man. He glanced and walked over to Vexen himself, saying sternly, "I think we have another problem in our hands as well...concentrate on her first."

That was quite easy, the way Xigbar had done his job. The others were doing the rest, and he did have to sacrifice Axel, Demyx, Larxene, and Marluxia, but those were having trouble with each other already and their teams. They would understand the reason of why he decided to act now, and how they helped in providing a distraction without meaning to. However, did Xigbar leave Roxas...?

Roxas just nodded obediently, not knowing about the messages being secretly sent, and when Xigbar had given him the signal, he ran after him in trail, not sure what he was going to do exactly. As he got there, he stopped close to the entrance of the opened portal, swooshing close behind, simply watching Xigbar head straight to a very beat up and unhealthy, Xioimara. All he could do was gaze in shock, his mouth agape, not believing that people would go far in torturing someone to this level, and for what? Something as trivial as what she possessed? She didn't deserve that. No one. So damaged, and the fact that she was in this state by the jerk that was around, made his body heat up in outrage as he clenched his fists. That was sick. He wanted to go to her, and see if she was okay as well, yet he was troubled if this would ruin whatever Xigbar was doing, or...whether to leave it to him. Just the fact that he was witnessing the hurt and and the mess she was in, made him glare and target the one that was the cause of it, and when Xigbar glanced at him, noticing that it was a look that if he was able to take care of it, he nodded. Yes, he was definitely going to take care of him. His body was full of not only indignation, but surprise, fury, and also with worry. And as he watched the one eyed member leave with her for emergency medical attention, to perhaps the castle, he didn't last long in turning around, and directing his dangerous gaze to the person standing.

He couldn't help Xioi right now, nor could he check to see how much she was harmed, yet, he could pay a bit of painful revenge. He wasn't like this, really it wasn't, but this...this was unforgivable. His fired stare only got slightly distracted when he heard rumbles and earthquakes coming from downstairs, knowing the members, in their positions, were making quick work of their job in the bottom half. He didn't know whether the big hurl was Lexeaus, but when the wall and floor shook, and if his eyes weren't fooling, the ground was getting tilted, he pondered if they were taking this a bit too seriously. In a way, he kind of felt bad about ruining this Organization's home...I mean, he surely wouldn't want that to happen to his, certainly. Maybe they could find...if they can't stop it from falling, a new, castle? He would think there were many more suitable.

Either way, he was losing his focus, and without much thought, he took his stance, swishing one arm in the air as he summoned his Oathkeeper, and then swishing the other as he summoned the Oblivion in his other hand, only to the spin them together above quickly, the two clashing in the end to make a friction and a sound of spark rattling his ears along with a flash of small light as a start. In the end, despite being left here, he smirked, gettign ready to go head to head, "How about taking me on and picking on someone your own size, for once?"

"Thanks for the information, Zexion. I would think they would understand about why I did what I'm about to do," was what Xemnas replied with, now materializing through the portal to Vexen's part of the lab with the sixth beside him. The lab was very simple; it was a massive, and wide room placed in the basement with machines, computers, assortments, pods, jars with unmentionable items, and each of the apprentices, as well as himself, had marked a space or area as their own. He continued to walk where Vexen would be situated, knowing the man had healed Larxene of her back that was aching after the explanation of the Demyx and Larxene fiasco. Xemnas did not truly mean to hurt the girl's back, but as he said, it had to be done to calm her. She was quite alright, after all.

As they reached it, he saw him working on something, before a Dusk appeared, with information of the battle again. Listening, he blinked, as this was almost the same thing Larxene had sent to him, only it was from "Master Axel". He had known his and Demyx involvement in the fight, which is why he understood what got Axel to the state he was in. From KuaXa. However, this confirmed that the dragons were destroyed, or at least four, by Larxene performing some lightning attack. And that Axel was feeling better by someone healing him, that silent girl Larxene was talking about in the other Dusk, and how she seemed to be kind in those terms. She had helped the fire wielder. Good, good. It's not like he expected any less from his members. There would be time to talk it over, nevertheless, when everything was calm. Nodding, and dismissing the Nobody as it was done, he stared back at Vexen, keeping the messages in mind, but having something else of importance to deal at the moment. "Vexen, have a certain job for you."




Larxene was about to shout her protests again, but Marluxia had come to squeeze her hand in quiet communication to let him handle this, and she gritted her teeth, her body boiling. She kept her cool in the end, however, as she still laid down so she can give the ceiling her anger, but it made her also notice that she was soaking wet when a shiver went up her spine and in her skin. She was thinking so much over things, that she didn't note that she was once more, for the second time today, drenched. She kept her lips shut when she also saw that Marluxia's bed and pillows were damp and sabotaged of water, her hair now sticking to her face, something that she couldn't swipe away. It seemed that fixing it up was useless as well in this account. It was really cold now after all that open air too, and if she could easily move, she would've covered her arms around herself, but she couldn't. Without her consent, her body even gave a shudder, slightly shaking a little for a few seconds, then stopping, and she gritted her teeth, in case they start to chatter. There was no way she was going to let that show, at best.

The only reason she was concerned, was not because of Toxyn, but of Marluxia, who she didn't want to be fooled by this...this man. She was about to say something when Marluxia's words were irking her, yet when he began to rub his thumb on her hand, she just glowered, and silently fumed. When Toxyn's response was given after, her eyes widened a little, wondering why was she to be the messenger, and whether Marluxia will really listen to him to give her that role. And what would he want with Axel and Demyx? Did that mean. that he had plans for some of their group? Despite the fact that she was immobilized, she kept each word in her head, to think of later, and...she should believe a bit more on what her partner was doing as he held her hand in his comfortingly. She was really doubting him right now, and the least she could do is know that he can be as devious as well. The point was, that you could never be aware of how things can ingrain into your head, and you maybe give it some thought later on. If she had it her case, Toxyn still wouldn't be talking to him right now. And he wouldn't be near.


Roxas gulp the last drink of soda, and rightly made his way out the kitchen once Xemnas's Sorcerer had reached him, and told him of certain differences now. He knew he should've gone to the person he was teamed up with right away, but he was so hungry, that he needed to eat something. How was he to work on a empty stomach? It was killing him. All he could find that was edible was some frozen food, and he just took it, as he wasn't to waste any more time finding anything else, and had been swallowed quickly. He wasn't the type to let people down, or make them wait for him. Hopefully, Xigbar wouldn't be mad. Running down the hall, he got a portal to appear ahead of him that settled in the destination of the appropriate room, and as he stumbled in through it, leaving the dark passage behind, he immediately exclaimed, "I'm sorry I'm late! I was just hungry and---AH!" His sentence was cut off as he tripped in his own two feet accidentally, and his body hit the floor in a thud, making him groan in pain. Thankfully, his face just got a slight smack in the forehead, but his body meeting with the stone cold floor was another story. His side and the front hurt a little, but his hands took most of the impact as his quick reflexes cut in. The Chosen One. The Key of Destiny. The "special Nobody". The Keyblade Master. Slammed into the ground by his own self.

Wonder what everyone will say now...

He was glad Axel wasn't here to witness it. He doubted he would give it a break from teasing him for a few days. He wasn't usually a klutz...less than that, however, so this must be a one time thing. It happens. Shaking his head, needing to concentrate as he wasn't injured, he pushed himself up to his knees, before slowly getting up to his feet, swaying just a little. As he regained his composure and straightened, he gave Xigbar a sheepish smile, a bit embarrassed, scratching his head. "Uh, yeah. sorry about being late..." Clearing his throat, his face took on a more serious, and focused expression, looking up at his Elder with determined and strong deep, cerulean eyes. "Anyway, um, you have a plan right...?"

He didn't admit that he didn't have any of his own, so he played along.

"I mean, I'll follow you, and can take care of most of things..." It wasn't like Roxas didn't have his strategies or tactics, it was crucial if you belonged in the Organization and fought almost every day, it's that he felt Xigbar would do a much better job, for some reason, in this specific mission. He didn't know why, he just did, and he was more suited to take the lead role out of the two. He just waited at what he was to do.

Larxene couldn't believe this. The more she listened, the more she just wanted to literally annihilate this person to their very core. Marluxia better not take this bait, it was so easy to fall for it. Even if those two become partners, there's no way Toxyn is not doing this for a certain reason, or if there's nothing in there that he wants. If Marluxia ever conspires with him, there won't be a Organization for him to rule over when he succeeds, and then it will screw them all over in the end. She didn't trust Toxyn. And she didn't want him here anymore. She somehow wished Marluxia would just keep this between him, and her, and not let anyone else in, or interrupt. Glaring at her pink haired...friend, because she was wondering why he was talking still to Toxyn when he obviously could use play on words, and she was getting agitated. Snarling, and with her movements becoming more free, she eyed him, "I think the discussion can be over. Marluxia, don't waste your time on him...he won't be doing this for anyone's good, especially as there's something in it for him...why do you even keep talking?"

She had discussed with him before, that if he did want to betray their group, that it should be done after they deal with this new unknown Organization that was basically just a copy of their own, because they couldn't be unique or original enough. Nobody knew what they were up to. And she won't stay silent anymore and let this continue. She didn't care whether whatever plans would benefit them both, she just didn't want anything to do with this guy whatsoever.

OOC: You people move too fast for me D:. And actually, Deathsight, in the Novel translations [told you, read them ;P], you can exit anywhere. It's a corridor. Riku and Saïx battle inside it when Axel was trying to take Kairi, and Axel and Saïx also spoke in there. I'm thinking it's a area and passage.


"Good, good, come with me. We need to pay a visit to Vexen," Xemnas replied to Zexion shortly, creating a portal for them to pass through, and reach the designated lab. He did not wait for a confirmation as he stopped in, but he did slow for the sixth member to follow.

Good girl, was what Larxene thought in pride when Marluxia made the vines combine into a sort of platform, or "bed", laying there comfortably, letting her eyes fall on the fire swirling and burning in the distance where Axel laid, watching the girl assist nevertheless after Demyx shoved her unnecessarily. What do you know? Her instincts and gut feeling had another victory in their grasp, and she smirked to herself at the choice she had made when Axel had needed help, wondering what Demyx was thinking now that her reason for giving the redhead to the female was beginning to be revealed. Just the fact that she was proven right was enough to satisfy her, and when Marluxia was responding to that, now irritably, unknown member who had gotten on her nerves with just his voice, tone, and actions, she just tuned things out again, not really needing all of that. Heh. The troublemaker, she could guess. Maybe they did have something in common, unfortunately. It wasn't like she was a troublemaker either, however, as all she had was her mouth to bite. Besides, Marluxia had patience and calm. He could handle him in a mature manner. The kid was something he wouldn't waste time with anyway.

Relaxing herself in her makeshift bed, she wasn't honestly hurt, minus the paralysis, but her limbs were getting to move properly. Still, hard, and it made her muscles ache, but it was improving...a little. Not much has changed, truthfully. She only got distracted when she was hearing Marluxia's words on taking her back, hearing the swoosh of a portal being opened, and in reflex, she tried to sit up, but found that her body was stuck, forgetting the state she was in. Damn. She widened her eyes when he had placed her in his arms to go, and if she would had a chance to move and struggle, and fight it off, she would have. She didn't want to leave. Not yet. The fight and battle was still on, there were things to do, she needed to get that Toxyn guy taken care of, even though she gave herself away a lot by what she did. Even if her body could not protest, her voice did, especially as she was covered in darkness. That meant they were going. "Marluxia! No, I don't want to go yet! They're still things to do! I'm fine, really I am. I just need time to...move..."

She bit her tongue, but she figured she was acting like a child more than usual, and she was whining. Yet, she didn't want to leave. And there was nothing she could do about it right now, which is what made her tick. Angered, but more disappointed, than anything, she gave, her lips in a deep frown as he took her somewhere else without consent. That was another thing: she didn't want to go into the Castle That Never Was like this either. Great. Her senses in alert, she shifted her vision, though it was covered in shadow, to the opening, knowing that someone had managed to follow them. "Hey...I think we're being..." But her words stopped when they reached a bright, white room, with very white walls, and pale light everywhere, and she noticed by the markings, and the ceiling, that it wasn't the Castle That Never Was. He went to Castle Oblivion. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn't to go with the other members seeing her this way. When she tried to speak again, she shut when he pulled strands of her hair gently away from her face, and she remained silent, not yet used to him doing that. In the end, she couldn't really complain...yet, when she was healed of her paralysis, if the fight was yet to quell, she'll go back.

Keeping her tranquility, she was just quiet as he laid her in a real mattress, the soft plush feeling very comfy like her own bed, and when he spoke to her, she figured he was just concerned. Sighing, she stared at him, grateful nonetheless, even if it wasn't what she wanted, before another voice interrupted. So she was right. Someone had followed them. She growled in her throat as she saw Toxyn, the person she was less fond with compared to the other Organization members. He was up to something. Whether with her, or Marluxia. Or both. She sent her partner a look of warning immediately, telling him that he's much more than a physical attributed rival. Or at least, that's what she was trying to get at. The question did catch her interest despite this, she can admit...