Keeping Things Organized [A Kingdom Hearts Fiction][Breaching your Limit-ations]

[The Warden]

-|-3 I have always deeply enjoyed the Kingdom Hearts series, but sometimes, I've always wondered about the little gaps left behind by the writers; as well as some of the absurdities performed to prevent early spoilers. 358/2 Days had quite a few things that were left out in regards to life in the Organization; so, with my own cast of Nobodies to play their rolls, let's fill in the blanks. This, is Keeping Things Organized. -|-3

[spoiler=Prelude to Oblivion]
(For the sake of preventing confusion, whenever a Member is being referred to by Number, it will be bolded to prevent confusion between Number I and the pronoun I.)

Across time and space, multiple instances of reality exist simultaneously; they are known as parallel universes. Though one set of existences may be in a universe, they could exist in a different shape and/or form in another. This ruling exists even for those who never were.

There are a group of beings called Nobodies: Beings whose Hearts were removed from their body, but their Will was so strong that they persisted even when their lives turned to Darkness. Minor Nobodies were lead by the powerful Organization, which consisted of Nobodies with so great a Will that they kept their human forms.

This tale is not of the original Organization, whose exploits are both far reaching and great; but another that came to be in another Time. Though they differ in existence, their plans remain the same…

Hopefully.

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In The World That Kind of Is But Really Isn’t (TWTKoIBRI), a meeting was taking place between the Twelve.

In the White Room (AKA The Chatroom), Twelve Thrones were seated clockwise around a central platform, bearing a familiar sign.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each of the thrones sat at different heights, supposedly to display superiority of number, but mostly because some of the members are shorter than the others.

However, always seated upon the highest chair is Number I. Speaking of which, in a flash, twelves dark portals opened up, however, only eleven seats were filled, as one seat was taken up by two members.

Ten hooded heads turned as they watched the duo shoving at each other to push them off the chair.

“Shove off you fruity tart, this is my chair!” Number X cried in a European dialect.

Number XI took a swing, but it simply phased through X’s head. In return X pulled his arm back. “I ACTIVATE MY TRAP CARD!”

His arm flew through the air, smacking where XI’s forehead would be.

In a flashy smoke cloud, the fruity tart transfigured into a card that spiralled across the room before landing in the empty seat upside down.

I was watching the spectacle from his high chair, head resting on his fist which was held up by his arm rest.

“Are you quite done?” I inquired, his tones smooth and cold.

XI folded his arms in annoyance as X rested cosily into his cold stone chair that had no cushions or lumbar support.

Satisfied that there were no more interruptions, I continued.

“Excellent. Now, we are but Twelves Nobodies, but our armada of Lesser Nobodies grows daily. And with it more ways to gather Hearts for our cause. Even as I speak the Hero of the Keyblade is releasing the captive Hearts from the Heartless to fuel our…”

I had stopped, as down below, XI had raised his hand. I leaned forward in his chair.

“You have something to say Braxielg?”

Braxielg lowered his hand. “Yeah, this isn’t overly important, but I have to ask: Why do we have our hoods down when we’re having a meeting like this? I know we use it to mask our identities, so why are we masking ourselves from people who KNOW what we look like?”

The Eleven stared at him intently, as if waiting to see if he had a point. A muffled snort came from the chair of Number IX.

Braxielg continued, as the concept of embarrassment was wiped out when his Heart was. “It’s a fair question. It makes no sense to me as to why our hoods our down, considering they’re hot and frankly, they make my head itch. It’s almost as if we keep them down JUST to make some kind of dramatic reveal later.”

Again, awkward silence.
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I finally decided to break the silence.

“Number II, kindly excuse Braxielg from this meeting.”

To the right of I, a feminine hooded form rose from her chair and stared down Braxielg. With a snap of her fingers, (which is pretty damn impressive because she wore gloves,) Braxielg was teleported from the room in the same manner he came into it.

II sat down in her chair and stared blankly off into space. Number VIII heavily resisted the urge to applaud this spectacle.

I swept his arm in front of him, but said nothing; so, everyone naturally assumed he was just trying to be dramatic again.

“If there will be no more interruptions, then I trust I will be allowed to continue.”

No one said a word, as they didn’t feel like getting booted from the Chatroom by II. Satisfied, I continued.

“As I was saying, the Hero of the Keyblade has been releasing Hearts held by the Heartless, and reuniting them with Kingdom Hearts, our one true goal. He and his minions have made their way to Hollow Bastion, where the puppet leaders of the Heartless await. And I know that on this day, they will fall and-”

And there he goes on another one of his rants.

VIII was holding his head in his hands as he feigned being interested in whatever the hell I was saying.

“Ugh, there he goes again. Blah blah Kingdom Hearts, blah blah Hearts. I wish he would actually DO SOMETHING instead of just going on and on. Ugh, what a snore.”

The others were fighting boredom as I continued on.

You know, he’s probably going to keep going on, so it’ll be best to spare you guys the boredom. And so ends the Prelude to Oblivion.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 1: The Key of Destiny]
The hooded form of VIII was gazing down upon The World That Kind of Is But Really Isn’t from Aspect’s Loss. The luminous TV screens plastering the skyscrapers kept it alight; whilst the many Shadow & Neoshadow Heartless blanketed the streets.

His fingers idly tapped on the balcony he rested on.

“What is he making us wait on? Our three B Superior said he had something sensational for us, then vanished without a trace. Heh, maybe he found a computer that could finally contain his ego” he remarked.

His amusement faded as his tapping grew more and more impatient. He concentrated for a brief moment, and a large explosion echoed from the city. Sadly, that didn’t do it for him.

There was strange twisting sound behind him, and the clank of armour echoed slightly. VIII stood upright as one of his Warrior Nobodies had appeared. He glanced back, and grinned underneath his hood. “Hello Rexid.”

The Warrior saluted upon his master’s identification of him. Though Rexid’s mouth did not move, a strange echoey sound conveyed his message.

“The exalted Superior has requested your appearance in the White Room.”

“The Superior, of course. He would be the only one who could command Rexid to act as a messenger” VIII thought.

Rexid stood at the ready, waiting for his master’s answer.

“Thank you Rexid, you can go. I hear there’s a bit of a Heartless build-up in the city below. Perhaps you could go do something about that?”

Rexid vanished in an instant, and at that same instant, the sounds of battle and blue flames flashed in the city.

VIII chuckled loosely as he vanished into a Corridor of Darkness.

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VIII was the fourth to make it to the Chatroom, as he was beaten by II, VII & X. VII gave a listless wave to VIII, who gave a half-hearted wave back. II was silent as usual, but then she wasn’t the talkative type. X was, ugh, sorting the cards from the most recent TCG he had picked up. God he was such a sad sad little man.

*Shoom*

Ah, there was XII, she’s a bit of a, well, there have been stories amongst the Warriors about her, scary stories. It’s best to avoid eye conta- honestly, it’s best to avoid ALL contact with her whenever possible.

*Sho-shoom*

And there was IX & Braxielg. Braxielg is pretty annoying, as he’s prissy, whiny and is constantly trying to get a higher number. IX on the other hand, is a bit of a party guy. He’s a bit empty headed, but if there’s ever a more fun Nobody, VIII has never met them.

*SHOOM*

And there was the rest of them, vis I. But, he’s always last to appear, as he always loves making dramatic entrances. The waiting does get boring though, as conversations are banned in the Chatroom ever since that ‘conversation’ between IX & XII. The members would typically sit there whilst trying to keep occupied.

IX is lucky in that department, as he has all kinds of music players to, as he puts it, ‘jam’ too. And X keeps his attention via those insipid cards he carries.

*Shoom*

Ah, there he is. I had appeared in the centre of the room instead of his throne; this usually meant that there was a new Member being presented. With a wave of his hand, all the thrones began to lower in order to be level with the central platform.

“Now this is the kind of excitement I’ve been waiting on.”

I raised his hands to demand silence from a silent room.

“My dear Organization, it is upon this day that we become thirteen; for today we welcome a new member into our fold. I personally found this young man lost in Twilight Town, and I am proud to say that he is the key to our one true goal” I declared loudly.

There was some murmurs from amongst the members.

“The key to our goal? No, he couldn’t possibly be…”

“Yes my dear Organization, today we welcome into our order a Nobody blessed by the legendary Keyblade!”

There was a collected gasp from the thrones; both VII & Braxielg leaned forwards in their thrones, their curiosity piqued.

“So the rumours were true.”

I knew he had their full attention, how he so deeply enjoyed it. “Allow me to introduce Number XIII, our Key of Destiny: Kaxej” I declared loudly.

A Corridor of Darkness opened and a hooded youth stepped out of it. Held in his right hand was a very familiar Keyblade design.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone stared in incredulousness at this spectacle. That was without a doubt a Keyblade, VIII could feel the light radiating from it, but the design belonged to only one person.

“It is his Nobody then. I wonder if he knows though.”

The Organization stared at their new member, but, he didn’t say anything. No greeting, or signs of mental activity.

“Can he even speak?” IV inquired.

I chuckled softly as he placed a friendly hand on XIII’s shoulder. “I’m afraid our dear Key is still a little slow, as he was only recently birthed from the abyss. It will take some time for him to catch up mentally; so I hope you will not try to take advantage of him during that time. As such I am assigning a reliable Member to be his guardian for the week.”

Braxielg’s hand bolted upright, and he waved it enthusiastically. You could feel the disdain emanating from I at this spectacle.

“Please not me, please not me, please not me, please not me, please not me” VIII thought whilst crossing his fingers and toes.

“Maxda, I am assigning you to be Kaxej’s guardian” I declared.

Kaxej’s hood turned and he stared at Maxda.

“Damn it” Maxda thought.

“Damn it” Braxielg declared.

VII chuckled to himself. “Well Maxda, I’m sure you will make a fine babysitter for our dear, new, member. I’m sure you will have a lot of fun teaching him to use the potty. Why, by the end of the week, he’ll be calling you mama” he said, his tones heavy with amusement but as sharp as acid.

Maxda glared in VII’s direction as the other members muffled their snorts and snickers. Even I was chuckling softly at that little gag.

“Mama Maxda, I like that; perhaps that should be your new Title. But, joking aside, I suggest you show Kaxej where his room is and ensure he gets settled in.”

Maxda growled as he pushed himself up and leapt off his chair to the central platform. He looked at Kaxej, who stared back at him. No doubt he had dull eyes underneath that hood.

“Come on” Maxda sighed.

He walked to the edge of the central platform and leapt off, Kaxej followed and repeated this action. They left through the actual exit, and as soon as Kaxej left the room it burst out with laughter.

Maxda kept to himself, trying desperately to ignore the sheer embarrassment he was not feeling. He kept going, not even trying to give Kaxej the chance to keep pace.

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The kid proved persistent, having followed Maxda exactly despite all the convoluted turns and pathways that made up the Castle That Never Really Isn‘t.

“Max… da.”

Maxda stopped and turned to look at Kaxej. He had stopped as Maxda did, and was staring ahead, past Maxda. ‘Did you… just say something?”

Kaxej was silent, he just stared ahead. Maxda tilted his head slightly, but looked away. He resumed pace, and immediately there were two steps echoing through the hallways. “Brilliant, our unquestioned Superior brought us a creepy little girl as our thirteenth member. Maybe our fourteenth will be a child molester to keep him company.”

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Maxda had shown Kaxej to his room, but then came the hard part: The moron was just standing in the doorway, and made no attempts to move. “Okay Kaxej, this is simple. You are standing in a doorway. These doorways allow us to move from one room to another. But, to do so, you must go through it. You get me?”

Kaxej just stood in the doorway, and was unresponsive as ever. Maxda sighed, it was time for Plan B.

Walking behind Kaxej, he raised his right leg and kicked Kaxej square in his back. The Nobody fell through the doorway and slumped on the floor. He didn’t attempt to get up, but that was enough for Maxda.

“Good night Kaxej” Maxda said in a sinfully sweet tone and closed the door.

Taking a few steps away, he then strolled off whistling cheerfully.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 2]
[spoiler=Day 2.1: The Dam Bursts]
It was morning in the WTKoIBRI, though you couldn’t tell; the place is eternally set to night. The lack of sun rose to herald the new day, and, like clockwork, it was breakfast time.

In the Consumption of Emptiness, a clean white table several feet long stands. Despite the usual drippings onto the table, by the next day it will always be clean. Set around the table are twelve chairs: Ten along the sides and two along the end.

Maxda had been second to breakfast, as, no matter how early any member came, I will always be there first, sipping his pure white coffee and reading one of the many reports churned out daily.

Maxda tightened his hood a little as he sat down in his monogrammed chair. He was going to make this a quick meal, so he wouldn’t have to face the others. He glanced along the table and reached for a box of cereal.

“I trust you brought Kaxej with you before you sat down” I said whilst idly reading his report.

Maxda’s fingers stopped one inch dead of his favourite cereal and they cringed. He let out one long exasperated sigh and rose from his chair.

“Sometimes, I have the strangest idea that you don’t like me very much” Maxda hissed and walked off.

As he left through a Corridor of Darkness, I gave him some departing words.

“Whatever gave you that idea Maxda?”

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The Corridor ended outside of Kaxej’s room. The door had already been monogrammed with ‘XIII’.

“Hmm. The Dusks work fast.”

With a swing of the door, Maxda peered into Kaxej’s room, and just stared.

Even after a night, Kaxej was still slumped on the floor. “You have got to be kidding me.”

He stepped into Kaxej’s room and rolled the body over. He couldn’t possibly be dead, not many people die by a somewhat weak kick to the back; besides if he WAS dead, he would have vanished.

Placing a hand to the young Nobody’s chest, Maxda could feel a strong pulse. His chest was rising and dropping rhythmically. After being kicked in the back, Kaxej had actually SLEPT on the floor.

Maxda shook his head sadly, with good reason. Seriously, THIS was the key to solving all the problems of the Organization.

Maxda knelt by Kaxej’s side and grunted as he hefted Kaxej’s torso up. He gave it a slight shake… no movement. Trying again, he went with a more vigorous shaking, so much so that Kaxej’s hood was thrown off.

The kid was quite young, and very pale. His nose showed signs of a prior break, and his lips were thin and sallow. The only thing that was healthy about him was his silver hair. It was quite fair and short, save for that one long bang that curved between his eyes, which I believe is called a cowlick.

“Well, at least he’s not too bad on the eyes, though, I wonder…”

Using index finger and thumb, he wrenched open Kaxej’s left eye. Green, his eyes were green.

Kaxej snorted loudly, causing Maxda to drop him in surprise. He thudded hard onto the floor, and his eyes bolted open. They focused intently on Maxda, but his head didn’t move.

“Morning sunshine” Maxda said.

“Mor… ning” Kaxej replied.

Maxda was amused that his little sock puppet was talking, which was a start. Now his little fawn needed to stand and walk.

“Come on Kaxej, it’s time to get up. The boss man wants you at breakfast, and I don’t really feel like trying his patience so early in the morning. So, listen carefully, and I stress the carefully part. Now, bend your legs so your feet lay flat on the floor, then, using your hands, push yourself upright. Can you do that?”

Kaxej nodded slowly as he followed what Maxda had said. Nodding in satisfaction, Maxda pushed himself up. Hmm, putting them both together, Maxda could see that Kaxej wasn’t all that short. There was only, like, a foot and a half difference between them.

“Come on Bambi, time to eat” Maxda said whilst summoning a Corridor of Darkness.

He walked through it and Kaxej followed him.

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There were loud conversations echoing the CoE when Maxda returned with Kaxej. The other ten were already seated at the table, even IX, which was impossible, as IX never woke up before midday. (It would be best to point out that due to XII’s… unique personality, she had to have a private arrangement set-up in regards to meals.)

As if sensing fear, all the members stopped eating and turned to look at Maxda & Kaxej.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

Their eyes burnt through him so intently as he seated Kaxej, failing to notice that Braxielg’s seat was empty.

Sidling along to his own chair, he found it occupied, by Braxielg.

“What the hell are you doing in my chair?” Maxda demanded.

“Well, Maxda; if you are going to help Kaxej relearn to eat, you could hardly do it from halfway across the table could you?” Braxielg said smugly.

A shock ran up Maxda’s spine, because, for the first time in both their existences, Braxielg had zinged him.

Snickers drifted across the table; this was just pure gold.

Maxda looked despairingly to I, surely this was some kind of sick joke. I however, merely raised an arm in the direction of Braxielg’s chair.

“Chair XI awaits you Maxda, surely you wouldn’t want Kaxej to starve whilst he’s under your ward, would you?” I said, using that tone; that, condescending yet try-me tone.

Preferring minor humiliation over oblivion, Maxda walked back to Braxielg’s chair, and sat down. Ugh, the little twerp actually left a butt mark. How the HELL do you leave a butt mark in solid stone?

Maxda was leaning over his bowel when a fierce slap struck his back. “Welcome to the others bro! LOW TIER!” IX said loudly.

It was at this point that Maxda began to consider the idea of braining himself on the chair. But sadly that would have to wait, as Maxda noticed that there was a jar of food in front of Kaxej.

He reached out for it, and horror surged through him as he realized what it was.

“Moogle brand baby food: Creamy banana and vanilla custard” Maxda read aloud.

Repressed snorts echoed from the others, but Maxda was only really focused on I. But, the Superior already had a reply waiting. “I didn’t feel that Kaxej was ready for solid food, so, I went with what I felt was appropriate for your… situation.”

IX couldn’t hold it back anymore. “BA HA HA HA! HEH HEH, HEH HEH, HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he screamed loudly; his fist pounding on the table.

*SMASH!*

That sound you heard just now was what remained of Maxda’s dignity after it was thrown at the wall in the form of Braxielg’s bowl. Which, isn’t really his dignity when you think about it, he just threw Braxielg’s bowl at the wall. So, when given the thought, the analogy doesn’t really work… huh. Anywho rage.

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I AM THE KNIGHT OF SAPPHIRE FLAMES! I SHOULDN’T BE ACTING MOMMY FOR OUR BRAIN DEAD RECRUIT!” Maxda screamed at I, his voice going slightly higher at each word.

*Ve-eum*

A glowing red blast shot past Maxda’s head, missing him by an inch. It impaled itself in the wall before fading as its energy was consumed. No one laughed, and the only sound heard was the quiet sizzle of burning wall.

Maxda had followed the blast, and looked down the table: I was standing, his right arm outstretched. “If you are quite finished having a temper tantrum; you WILL play mommy for our brain dead recruit until such a time that I declare it no longer necessary. If you have any complaints on the matter, you will be answered by an Aerial Blade. Have I made myself perfectly clear?” I declared.

Maxda was silent, he was too smart to try I further, especially when he was using a tone that wasn’t calm apathy. He sat down, preferring to face Kaxej, who hadn’t even reacted to the situation.

I sat down calmly and went back to the report he had laid on the table. The others were silent, now knowledgeable that heckling Maxda right now would result in their heads getting blown off from two different angles.

Ripping the lid of the jar off, Maxda reached for a small spoon. With calm rage, he dipped the spoon into the food and presented it to Kaxej. The dull bastard looked at it, but did nothing.

Maxda sighed in annoyance and placed the spoon on the cusp of the jar.

Reaching upwards, he grabbed the top of his hood and pulled it back. His long sapphire blue hair fell neatly on his back, whilst his two bangs sat neatly on his brow. Kaxej’s eyes were drawn to the silver band resting on Maxda’s forehead.

Maxda ignored the look, as his light-blue eyes stared fiercely at his ward. “Okay Kaxej, you are about to perform something called eating. The first stage of this act is to open your mouth, like this.”

Maxda opened his mouth widely, and Kaxej followed his example.

Satisfied, Maxda took the spoon and jammed it into Kaxej’s mouth. “Now, close your mouth.”

Kaxej did so, and to Maxda’s surprise, he swallowed as well. He pulled on the spoon, but found stiff resistance. Kaxej was biting down on the spoon, and wasn’t letting go. Maxda pulled a few times, but Kaxej held on like a rabid dog.

“Open Kaxej” Maxda ordered.

Kaxej did not. Time for a new plan B; to which Maxda followed perfectly. Raising the spoon a little, Maxda flattened his left hand and struck at Kaxej’s throat. He wheezed loudly, and Maxda removed the spoon.

For the rest of breakfast time, Maxda spoon fed Kaxej, who no longer bit down on the spoon, no, he had learned THAT lesson.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 2.2: Insight of Nothing]
After the little faux pas at breakfast, Maxda had retreated to Aspect’s Loss with Kaxej. He was ignoring him for the better moments, preferring to observe upon the WTKoIBRI.

“Maxda.”

“There he goes again.”

Maxda turned and glared at Kaxej. “Is that all you can do? Say my name in a creepy whisper?”

Kaxej was silent, until… “No.”

Maxda ran a hand through his hair, it fell perfectly back into place. “Kaxej, what DO you know?”

“I know… what doorframes are. And not to bite down… on the spoon.”

Maxda ran his hand through his hair again. “Okay, then let’s try to expand on that. Kaxej, do you know what we are?”

Kaxej stared blankly, which was synonymous with the word no.

“Okay then. We, that is, the Organization, are a group of twel- thirteen Nobodies. A Nobody is what happens when the heart is taken from a body: Either by the darkness, or by a Heartless. Normally the body vanishes; but, in some cases, the will to live is so strong that the body keeps going, taking on the name and form of a Nobody. Those of the Organization are very powerful Nobodies, whose individual wills were so strong that we kept our human forms… with some, minor alterations here and there. We also get given new names and a number to indicate in what order we joined the Organization. I am VIII, so I was the eighth to join the Organization. You are XIII, meaning you were the thirteenth. Do you understand that?”

Kaxej’s dull eyes pierced Maxda, and, slowly, he nodded.

Maxda smiled wryly, finally he was getting somewhere. “Okay, now, since we Organization members are so powerful, we command lesser Nobodies; which are those who didn’t maintain their human form. In their case, they take the form of a strange twisting matter after their body is claimed by darkness. We call this matter Nothing. It takes a while for weaker willed shells to reform themselves. However, since their sense of self degrades, much of the Nothing we encounter ends up spawning Dusk and Creeper Nobodies. Those two are the weakest Nobodies currently existing. Do you understand that?”

Maxda waited for a moment, and then, Kaxej nodded once more.

“Despite the huge number of Dusks and Creepers we control, there are also more powerful Nobodies we command; they are called Elites. Every member of the Organization controls a caste of Elite Nobodies. Elites are usually spawned when we Organization members find Nothing that hasn’t degraded too much. We then twist it into a shape we find fitting for our control. And sometimes, the Nothing just freely turns into a Nobody. These wild Nobodies are quickly captured by XII, who you probably haven’t met for… obvious reason. She captures them to prevent them doing unnecessary damage. Now you of course, don’t command any Elites yet. But, eventually, the Superior will grant you some Nothing to make your first Elite.”

*Nod*

“But aside from us Nobodies, the Heartless also exist. Heartless are manifestations of the darkness in the hearts of living beings. The darkness of the heart spawns what is called a Pureblood Heartless. Purebloods are living darkness, who seek out the hearts of people and snatch them away. Purebloods don’t have hearts contained within them, hence why they are called Purebloods. The alternate to Purebloods are Emblem Heartless. Emblems are much more interesting in design, as they tend to have armour, unique shapes and occasionally, weaponry. Emblem Heartless are made from hearts wrapped in darkness, but, they do not possess hearts themselves. Why I am telling this is because these Heartless are important to our goals. See, the purpose of the Organization is to become whole: For each and every member to reclaim their hearts. To do this, we need you.”

Maxda pointed at Kaxej.

“The reason why is simple. You, as the wielder of a Keyblade, possess a unique gift. Normally, when you destroy an Emblem Heartless, the heart is released, but floats around aimlessly until it finds a patch of darkness, where it spawns a new Pureblood or Emblem Heartless. However, the purifying power of the Keyblade releases hearts and sends them to Kingdom Hearts. Our hope is to have you release hearts, which we will use to create Kingdom Hearts. Then with its power, we can become whole once again. Basically, all our hopes and plans ride on your success and co-operation.”

*Nod*

“Good to see the pressure isn’t getting to you. But, seeing as how that’s all I need to tell you for now, that’s pretty much it for today. So, unless there’s something you want to do, I suppose you should go back to your room.”

Kaxej shook his head. “Why do we… avoid… XII?”

Well, that was out of left field. Maxda drew in his top lip to suck on it for a moment, then released it as he thought.

“That’s a… strange question to ask. Well, might as well get it out of the way. We avoid XII due to her, questionable interactions with other members of the Organization. Because of her less than lady-like behaviour, we have her stay in one of the towers; which we colourfully call ‘The Lair of the Beast’. She also has to eat alone, and do a lot of things alone, as it spares everyone the awkwardness of having to be near her. Sufficed to say that there are people you have to avoid eye contact with. With XII, you have to avoid planetary contact with her.”

“Huh.”

Maxda nodded. “I think you should turn in for today, as there is probably nothing else I can teach you today.”

Kaxej nodded and thanked Maxda. He walked out of Aspect’s Loss and down the corridor.

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Kaxej was walking slowly down the corridor in Judicial Judgment, when something painful caught his leg and tripped him.

He rolled on the ground and found there was a strange chain bound around his leg. On close inspection, each link was found to be the shape of the symbol of the Organization.

*Tmp-tmp*

Kaxej looked up, and found himself staring at the face of horror.

Before him was a rather busty form wrapped in the black cloak of the Organization. Those hips, so large & curvaceous. That bust, you could lose your head in them.

“My my myyyy-yyyy, it zeemz our new recruit vas vandering round the cazle, and e didn’t zee fit to zay hello to me. I zink zat calls for some, harzh, punizhment” XII said in a sultry tone.

If Kaxej had some real sense of self right now, he would run as fast as he could. Sadly, his processes weren’t exactly responsive, so, he said nothing.

XII laughed in a rather sexy manner as she quite literally hefted Kaxej up into her arms, and carried him off; none the wiser of the terror that will be inflicted upon this poor child. Or, is some the wiser?[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 2.3: The Lair of the Beast]
Aspect’s Loss truly was Maxda’s favourite place. The air generated by several of the windmills on the castle was gentle and cool, plus, the balcony offered the best view of TWTKoIBRI. It was perhaps the only place he could be alone and think.

*Shoom*

Oh look, someone breaking the silence, how unexpected. Maxda didn’t even look back, as the smell was enough to alert him to who it was. “What do you want Xhona?”

“Oh, that’s a nice greeting. I just thought you’d like to know that one of my Druids saw XII walkin through Judicial Judgment with Kaxej about…, two hours ago? Now, I dunno bout you, but, that’s probably gonna majorly piss of the Superior to know you left Kaxej at the mercy of XII. Sooo, you should probly do somthin about that” Xhona explained.

The hairs on Maxda’s neck bolted upright and he swept to face Xhona. “Then why didn’t you think to tell me something that important two hours ago?”

“I was knee deep in fertilizer with a tulip between legs. I didn’t have time to tell you that.”

“Then why didn’t you send a Druid or a Dusk?”

“… Didn’t occur to me.”

Maxda groaned. Xhona cared more for those damn plants than he did when he had a heart (allegedly). It’s amazing that he hasn’t already married one of them.

“Guess I’ll go save him then. Don’t tell anyone about this; I don’t want anymore heat right now” Maxda said and vanished into a Corridor of Darkness.

Xhona watched him go, and immediately after Maxda had left did he walk over to the balcony and lent on it. “This place is nice; though; it could do with a few roses…”

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As a precaution, no Corridors of Darkness can be made in or too the Lair of the Beast. As such, it is guarded at all times by XII’s Elites.

Maxda left the Corridor at the entrance to the tower, and already there was a threatening crack.

*Crack*

There goes the other one, god these ones were annoying. Maxda gave the Elites an annoyed look. “Look ladies, I’m here to get Kaxej back. Now, either you can make this easy for me, or, I could make things very hard for you.”

*Crack*

A whip sailed at Maxda, who caught it before it struck his face. “Hard way it is…”

Keeping a firm grip on the whip, a flame lit up on it that snaked down the whip to the BM. Before she even realized, she had burst into flames.

Maxda dropped what remained of the whip as it faded away like its owner did. Passing a death glare at the second BM, she disappeared before she to would conflagrate.

Maxda said nothing as he passed through the door and entered the Lair of the Beast.

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“I hate physics puzzles.”

Maxda was standing upside down on a floating cube. XII was very fond of keeping her prisoners well contained, so what better a containment than a gravity based puzzle.

Maxda walked off his cube and he began to fall upwards, but, by using a few thermal jets, he directed himself to the next cube.

He repeated this action several times, until gravity re-asserted itself. Maxda fell apathetically, until he clicked his heels and a pair of fire jets burst out the heels. “I must remember to thank III.”

Using his arms to direct himself, Maxda launched up the tower, until he made it to a landing. Softly touching down, Maxda regarded the door of the landing: “XII”. Yep, this was her door.

Raising his right foot, he kicked the door open. “Okay Xelah, return Kaxej and I won’t tell the Superior you abducted him and- What the hell?”

Xelah’s room was… garish, to say the least. The paint was deep crimson, maybe to prevent blood showing up, or maybe just cause she likes it. Lining the walls of the circular room were various whips, all of them had been used at some point, until Xelah decided they weren’t good enough and wanted a replacement.

All of her carpets were animal furs of various species; threatened or otherwise. She had a large four-poster bed tucked away with satin curtains, plus, she also had a table and a kickass mini-fridge for her collections of chocolates.

But, all of this isn’t what surprised Maxda. For sitting at Xelah’s table was Kaxej, and he wasn’t exactly unequipped. His lips were coated in the brightest red lipstick Xelah had, with near shining red cheeks. His eyelashes were thick and black, with ridiculously thick green eye shadow on his eyes. He looked as if he had ran head first into Elton John. Oh, there was also a chain binding him to his chair.

Other than that, he was having tea with Xelah. “Maxzda, I truzt you know zat like how ze other memberz don’t appreciate me burzting into zeir rooms, I do in turn vizh to be zhown zat zame courtezy.”

Kaxej gave an imploring look to Maxda, but, with all that makeup, he looked as if he was giving him a flirtatious look. Maxda shuddered a little. “I am vell- *coughs* well aware of that agreement Xelah; I was the one who proposed it. However, there is nothing in the agreement about me kicking down your door in order to get my charge back after you abducted him from a hallway.”

“I juzt vanted to meet ze little dahrling, after all, zis is the firzt time that I’ve been zenior over anyone. I vanted to, enjoy it a little.”

“By making him look as if he ran head first into the gay pride parade and also holding him hostage?”

“And vhat iz zo vrong viz zat?”

“Okay, let’s see. One: You abducted him from a hallway. Two: You were keeping him prisoner. Three: You made him look like Liberace. That’s three counts of being wrong Xelah. Three strikes, you’re out. (Can’t believe I just made that lame analogy.)”

Xelah folded her arms over her ample bosom. “Vine zen, ave im. I’m done.”

She nodded to Kaxej, and the chain binding his legs to the chair fell apart. He got up gratefully and ran over to Maxda, cowering behind him. “We shall never speak of this Xelah.”

Maxda closed the door on Xelah and the sound of jets sounded, and faded quickly. Xelah just blew a loud raspberry at him. “Fine have him you twit. I’m the only one who could make him beautiful anyways.”[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 3]
[spoiler=Day 3.1: Meet the Organization 1]
Day 3.1: Meet the Organization 1

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A black form zoomed down the hallways, obviously filled with excitement as he approached room XIII.

*SKKKKKRRRRCCCCHHHH!!!!!*

His boots skid on the polished white floor as he sailed past the door. He kept going until he slammed straight into a wall. “Damn.”

He detached himself from the wall and stuck his hand into his hood to rub his nose. He shook his head once he removed it and walked sensibly back to door XIII.

His fist pounded twice on the door, with no answer. Naturally, he repeated the same action because it would logically cause the same result. Of course, came a third attempt.

The silence was thick, well, not the silence, but maybe someone else in the area was thick. The figure rolled his head in an action that looked as if he was rolling his eyes.

In a very familiar fashion to someone else, the figure kicked open the door. Kaxej was lying on his bed, face down, and still asleep. The figure glanced at the door, and slammed it multiple times against the wall. “RISE AND SHINE CUPCAKE!”

Kaxej groaned as he rotated 90^o to face the intruder. “Yes?”

The figure chuckled as he tossed back his hood. He had an upbeat and happy looking face, with near alive brown eyes. He had four black lines running horizontally across his face, going above, on and just below his eyes. His brown hair was gelled back, with one bang on the right side still kept down. The rest of his hair had a wave pattern, with two bits that stuck up at the back. Hooked around his neck was a pair of headphones, with each cup being shaped like a music note. It was, pretty garish and not that attractive honestly.

“Hey there Kaxej; Number IX Remix here. Seems Maxda’s on a very important and sudden mission right now, so I get you for the day. Isn’t that great?”

His enthusiasm was overwhelming, it could melt steel. Kaxej didn’t fully understand enthusiasm, so it was a good thing he was so good at apathy. “Great?”

Remix was beaming brightly, it seemed to repel Kaxej’s complete lack of enthusiasm. “You bet it’s great treble clef, as I get to take my own spin on teaching you stuff. And boy do I have a great lesson lined up today.”

Right now, Kaxej’s dictionary was mostly blank. “Great?”

It didn’t sound like a question, it probably wasn’t. “I knew you’d be excited Kaxej. Cause today you’ll get to meet the other members of the Organization, aside from Xelah, who I heard from the Dusks that you had a little run-in with yesterday. Heh heh heh *inhales*; now, can you guess who you’ll meet today?”

Kaxej shrugged. “That’s right, me. I’m Remix, Number IX of good ol Organization XIII. My title is the Radical Conductor, and the Songstress Nobodies serve me. I command Sound and am the most awesome member of the Organization. I’m besties with practically everyone, even the Superior. We have great times, such as when he tells me ‘Go away Remix’ and ‘Surely there is something more useful you can be doing IX’. *Sighs* Good times, good times.”

Three new words were added to Kaxej’s dictionary that day. “Go away Remix.”

Remix laughed jovially, completely ignorant of the fact that Kaxej was serious. “Good one Kaxej. Now, let’s go meet some of the peeps. How about we start with the Superior?”

Kaxej, pushed himself up into sitting position. “Breakfast?”

Remix laughed loudly. “Breakfast has been over for two hours now. But we have no time for eating. Come on!”

The mad music man grabbed Kaxej’s hand and hauled him through a Corridor of Darkness, despite the now apparent protests of Kaxej’s stomach.

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The portal spat them out at the pinnacle of the castle, better known as the Altar of Naught. A hooded form stood in the very centre, staring off into the endless oblivion of the sky.

He was however alerted by the sound the Corridor made, and took a quick glance. “What do you want Remix?”

Remix beamed at the Superior. “Just came for a little talk your Superiority.”

The Superior rolled his eyes. “Surely there is something more important you can be doing IX.”

“But I am, I’m introducing Kaxej here to the members of our fine Organization. As so far he’s had limited contact with them. So I felt it would be good to build some relationships.”

The Superior turned around rapidly. “I, was not aware Maxda had left the care of Kaxej in your cape- in your care.”

Remix hid a sly grin. “Yeah, funny how that works. So, why don’t you introduce yourself to Kaxej. I’m sure he’s dying to get to know you.”

The Superior looked at the complete lack of interest on Kaxej’s face, compared to that immovable grin plastered to Remix’s own mug. *Sighs* “If I must play your game. Kaxej, I am Surxkaz, the leader of Organization XIII. I rule over all of Nothing; and it is my express goal, as is the goal of the Organization to realize Kingdom Hearts.”

He had raised his arms halfway through the speech, probably for dramatic effect; he did that a lot. Remix however, wasn’t satisfied. “Ummm, is that all?”

“I feel that was sufficient.”

Remix bit his lip, the gears running in his head. “I… guess. Come on Kaxej, we’re obviously bothering the Superior.”

Remix grabbed Kaxej’s sleeve and dragged him through another Corridor, all the while Kaxej was giving the Superior an imploring look.

However, the portal closed before Surxkaz noticed or cared.

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The portal then spat the duo out into a twisting labyrinth of pipes (better known as Functionality of Disrepair).

The only sounds heard here was the grind of machinery and the steam venting loudly from the many pipes. The temperature was insanely high here. The very air moved in wave-like patterns. Remix pulled his hood up, and shoved Kaxej’s up much more roughly. “Our robes protect us from extreme temperatures. As long as you have your hood up we can walk into a volcano and not feel anything. Not that you should, or maybe… no, no, it would be a bad idea, unless you're Maxda. That dude can bathe in lava.”

“Not that it would stop you.”

Remix had an iron grip on Kaxej as he dragged him through the pipes, following the echoing bang that became louder and louder as they followed the convoluted path of pipes.

Eventually, they made it past one large steam column into a large… workshop? The source of the banging was coming from a muscle bound hood banging on a hot piece of steel. He was wearing very thick black leather gloves, and his boots were thick and steel plated. His hood was down, but he was wearing a thick welder’s mask.

Kaxej watched in fascination as the smith dumped the hot steel into a barrel of water. It hissed loudly as he returned it to the furnace near his anvil. “HEYA XALBY!”

The smithy sighed loudly as he dropped his metal tongs. Tearing away his helmet, Kaxej experienced his first true sensation of fear. The smithy was really messed up. There was an enormous scar over his right eye, which had apparently left it permanently discoloured as it was pure white; the other was gun-metal gray. There was further scaring criss-crossing across his face and what was visible on his neck. Half of his nose was missing and so was two of his teeth. The only (seemingly) normal thing was, his hair which was buzzed short.

“What IS IT Remix?”

His tone was deep, gravely and threatening; the same way he held his blacksmithing hammer. Remix however, was immune to such tactics. “Nice to see ya Xalby. I’m here with Kaxej to meet the Organization. And he so desperately wanted to me you.”

One look at Kaxej suggested that this was not the case. “That all?”

Remix nodded brightly. Xalby lowered his hammer and rubbed dirt onto his face. “I am Xalbed, Number III of the Organization.”

Remix rolled his hand to goad Xalbed on. “I told him who I was, I have work to do. Go bother someone else, like Xhona or Niax.”

For a subtle moment, a twinge of guilt crossed Remix’s face. “I’m sure Niax will do. Come on Kaxej.”

Remix dragged Kaxej through another portal; the poor kid desperately tried to grab onto something, but failed.

Xalbed unleashed a low growl from his throat as he returned to his metal, which was liquefying in the furnace. “F**kin a.”

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The next locale was a wide expanding library known as the Emptiness of Knowledge. Much like every other place in the castle, it was pure white; in fact, it was so white that it was almost luminescent. Every single shelf was stuffed with various books which extended up to the roof. In all, the library encompassed three floors. The room had an ambience of sorts, which will most likely be explained by the next exposition.

After leaving the portal, Kaxej finally wrenched free of Remix, who didn’t seem to mind. “This is or library Kaxej. Here we have stored countless bits of information on worlds, history, facts and magic. We also have a very nice fiction section as well. This place is home to… ah, there he is.”

Remix pointed to a table nearby. There a thin hooded form was silently scrawling in a book. Kaxej however, lowered his hood as he looked around the cavernous library. “HEY NIAX!”

HEY NIAX! echoed through the library, piercing the silence. The hood, who was writing silently instantly ruined his page as his words scratched across it in surprise; and nearby, several old tomes collapsed into dust.

He growled loudly as he got up from his chair. “He noticed me.”

That was the last thing he said before he was encased in an enormous block of ice. Kaxej looked in shock as the librarian readied another ice spell, but, he was thankfully saved by the figure recognizing him. “Oh Kaxej, what are you doing here?”

Kaxej was silent, but he tilted his head to point at Remix. “I guess Remix came to ask me about something. I just wish he had a bit more decorum.”

The figure held an orange glowing bottle into the air, and it vanished. At the same time two glowing spheres covered Remix’s ice prison and it shattered.

Remix shivered a little after his freedom. “Talk about your cold receptions.”

Niax and Kaxej both sighed. “Why did you see fit to bother me Remix?”

“Oh, I was introducing Kaxej to members of the Organization. So, I brought him here as he had wanted to meet you Niax.”

Niax was an observant person. “I see, poor child. Kaxej, I am Number IV of the Organization. My name is Niax and I am the resident scholar and librarian of the Organization. I am known as the Frigid Spellslinger, not my own choice mind, and, as you can tell, I claim domination over the element of Ice. However, I also am the most capable mage here, and as such I am capable of using a wide array of spells, which I have collected and stored in this library. Furthermore-”

Remix had grabbed Kaxej by the shoulders at this point. “That’s enough for today Niax, don’t want to bore the poor kid. Come on Kaxej.”

And again, Kaxej was dragged through another Corridor of Darkness, leaving Niax at a loose end. *Sighs* “Ingrate.”[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 3.2: Meet the Organization 2]
The Corridor of Darkness spat them out into what appeared to be a cloud of smoke. Remix still had his hood up, but Kaxej was coughing and spluttering in the smoke. In a sense of mercy, Remix raised Kaxej’s hood. “Keep your hood up often Kaxej, they are our greatest protection from the elements, speaking of elements…”

Remix’s voice trailed off as the smoke slowly cleared, revealing their locale to be a laboratory of sorts. Shining glass containers lined the many shelves, each containing a liquid of varying colours.

A chilling laugh cut through them like a knife. “PERFECT!”

The smog finally cleared to see yet another hood. He was leaning over a bench where a bright light shone from. “Hexus, I still see you’re a creepy bastard, business as usual?”

The hood didn’t turn, however, his head did… 180^o degrees to be precise. “Remix, have you finally decided to be a willing test subject?”

Remix laughed joviality, there was not a trace of humour to be found. “Not at all you scary f**k. I’m just introducing the Organization to Kaxej here, and I decided to get you out of the way.”

Hexus laughed this time, he too had no humour in his laugh. “Ah yes, our dear, dear, DEAR Key of Destiny. Why, I haven’t seen you since breakfast yesterday. Though, I probably should have seen you this morning, a failing on your part Remix?”

Remix waved away the accusation. “Hardly, I’m sure Surksie will have a decent lunch planned anyways, breakfast is merely a formality anyways.”

“Pity, I had planned to test a new venom on you, was going to slip it into your juice.”

Remix didn’t laugh, in fact, he seemed, tired. “Look, just tell him who you are so we can leave.”

“Pity. Kaxej, I am Hexus, the seventh member of the Organization. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hexus held out a friendly hand to Kaxej, who reached out to take it. Remix snatched Kaxej’s wrist away, the kid struggled a little. “Hexus, it would be nice if you didn’t try to melt Kaxej’s hand off.”

Kaxej looked startled at Remix’s sudden lucidity, but then saw that Hexus’ hand was strangely, shiny. Hexus curled his fingers back as he retracted his hand. “It was worth a shot, though Maxda should teach Kaxej to be less trusting. Sometimes a friendly hand hides the most vilest of venoms.”

“You being friendly is as likely to occur as it is for II to strip off her robe and dry hump Surxkaz’s leg. Which, though awesome, is actually MORE likely to occur than you being friendly. Ugh, this is wasting time, come on Kaxej.”

Remix dragged Kaxej through a portal, the kid didn’t try to resist as much this time. Hexus quietly chuckled to himself as they left.

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The portal spat them at out Aspect’s Loss; where Remix released Kaxej and stormed over to the balcony. You could almost see the dark cloud hovering over his head.

“I thought you were… besties with… everyone.”

“I lied, people lie Kaxej.”

“Hexus…”

“Is a venomous snake, literally. He controls Poison, so he can coat himself with the stuff at will. He’s an annoying smug jackass who would kill you without considering the consequence. I used to think I could get along with everyone, but that bastard is completely unlikeable. You’d do best to avoid him Kaxej.”

Remix stewed in silence, and Kaxej had nothing comforting to say. Didn’t matter, as Remix slammed his fist on the balcony. Raising a hand back, he created another Corridor. “Take that and go see Lax, I’ll see you after I’m done here.”

Kaxej nodded and walked though the portal, subtly rubbing his wrist.

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Kaxej didn’t know where he was after this portal. But, wherever it was, it was cramped, and smelled funny. He feebly pounded on his confines, and one section gave way.

Kaxej fell out of the closet, alongside several rolled up posters. He was in Lax’s room, which was plastered with various posters of strange monsters and people. The supposed Lax was sitting on his bed, organizing various trading cards. Lax however, stopped and stared at Kaxej. “Yes?”

Kaxej was stumped, but, slowly felt his tongue. “Remix said I… was supposed to meet you.”

Lax tilted his head slightly. “Need a hand?”

Kaxej shook his head as he pushed himself up. “I see, cute. Well, if this is the case, I’m Laxl’mew, Number X. And right now I’m kinda busy preparing my decks for a new mission, so, if you don’t mind?”

His arm was swept to the door, but Kaxej just stood there. “I wait for… Remix.”

“Oh joy, the poster child for ADD is going to barge into my room.”

They both sat there, waiting patiently for Remix to arrive.

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It had been over an hour, so Lax had begun to teach Kaxej one of his TCGs. However, the boy wasn’t very receptive. “Nooooo-oooo, you can’t use a normal spell card during my turn unless its effect or the effect of another spell says otherwise. God, it’s as if you’ve never played this game before.”

It would be good to point out that Kaxej HADN’T played the game before.

“Now your life points go to zero, and I win.”

Kaxej looked down at his field, it was bare. Lax, on the other hand, was doing a rather immature happy dance. However, Kaxej just felt blank at that, save for a strange feeling in the pit of his gut, which, currently, wasn’t hunger.

Suddenly, Remix burst through a portal in a rush, knocking over a stand that contained various stacked cards. “MY CARDS!”

Remix however, was only interested in Kaxej. “It’s time to go Kaxej. Word on the grapevine is that Maxda is coming is coming back from his mission early, so you should be in your room to greet him.”

Lax was still hunched over his felled and now mixed cards as Remix dragged Kaxej out of his room.

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The portal opened in Kaxej’s room, however, instead of walking out, Kaxej was basically spat onto the floor, with the portal closing behind him.

No sooner had that occurred when another portal opened, and Maxda walked out of it carrying a small chest. “So Kaxej, how was your day with Xhona?”

Somehow, the idea of Kaxej being slumped on the floor no longer seemed alien to Maxda. “Xhona? He said his name was Remix.”

Maxda seemed slightly concerned about that statement, other than the fact that it was a complete sentence. “Remix? I told him to tell Xhona I was… oh that bastard.”

Kaxej seemed confused, though, he always was. “See Kaxej, you were SUPPOSED to have been looked after by Xhona today; I couldn’t find him so I told Remix to give him that message. Seems he decided to not place that burden on Xhona after all. So, what did you do that crackpot?”

“We met… other members of the… Organization.”

Maxda’s left brow rose. “That sounds remarkably tame for what Remix usually does.”

Kaxej nodded, then groaned a little as he grasped his stomach. “Something the matter?”

“Hunger.”

Maxda rolled his eyes in an overdramatic style. “Figures he’d forget to feed you. When we had a pet he forgot to feed it for a week. We learned this when we found it gnawing on a shoe Xelah had ‘supposedly’ left in Braxielg’s room. *annoyed sigh* Come on, there should be some leftovers in the kitchen.”

Maxda held a hand out to Kaxej, who took it… happily.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 4: Slim Chances]
Remix was waltzing towards the Lair of the Beast, well, he had been, as he was now at the base.

The Beast Masters on duty held their whips defensively, but Remix merely flashed an envelop marked with Surxkaz’ seal. “Official business ladies.”

Their whips lowered and the door opened for him. He passed through it to the base of the tower. He smiled as he flashed a disco pose, and a DDR grid appeared beneath him.

It floated him up the tower as he danced to a rhythm only he could hear.

The trip was short as he ended at Xelah’s door. And, instead of pounding recklessly, he politely knocked on Xelah’s door. “Juzt a minute dahrling!”

The door swung over and a rather sultry woman was in the doorway. She had large pouty ruby red lips, rouged cheeks with small beauty marked resting on the left cheek. Her sparkling blue eyes were hidden beneath long curled lashes and crimson eye shadow. Her hair was done up a-la Marilyn Monroe, though it was a deep purple with a star beret. She smiled warmly at Remix. “Dahrling, eet eez zo nize to zee you!”

Remix smiled, he liked Xelah. “You can drop the act Xelah, I can tell when people are forcing their accents, whatever the heck that new one is.”

“Fine, so, what do you want Remix?”

As she said this, she hooked her rather dominating form into the doorway, her hips on full display. Remix was immune to this, he was oddly serious for once. “Official Organization business. I was told by his high Superiority to give you this.”

He held out the sealed envelop to her, which she took gracefully. She tore it open with one clean slice and read the letter aloud.

“Xelah,
We have heard rumour of an undiscovered species of Nobody on a world we have visited rarely; according to the inhabitants of that world, it is called a ‘Slenderman’. It is said that this Slenderman has been abducting young children, and is capable of driving people insane by merely staring at it. We cannot allow this Wild Nobody to attract unwanted attention to the Organization nor to the existence of Nobodies. Due to the confidentiality of this mission, you must go alone to capture this Nobody, as your Beast Masters will attract attention. Also in the envelop is your target, as captured by the last known person to see the Slenderman.

~Surxkaz”

Xelah jiggled the envelop, and a photo flitted out of it into her hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her brow curved at this ugly little abomination. “Ugly mother, isn’t he? Apparently he’s a pretty destructive one too, and is aware of Corridors of Darkness. He hunts you by teleporting randomly and freaking you the f**k out. Have fun trying to capture this guy.”

A sly grin curled up the right side of Xelah’s mouth. “I have never failed to capture a Wild Nobody, and an insanity inducing Nobody won’t be any different. I’ll have him by the end of the day.”

Remix made an amused noise and descended on his DDR platform. “I believe ya. By the way, the Slenderman also apparently has naughty tentacles, just thought I’d tell ya!”

Xelah walked over to the edge of the platform and looked down. “Thanks for that dahrling, I’ll pack immediately!”

She ran back into her room, and immediately regarded the wall. There were so many whips, and so little time.

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*Shoom*

A dark portal opened by a fence in a darkened forest. Xelah stepped out and with a click, the flashlight she was holding blared into light. She gave the woods a few cautionary sweeps, checking for that pale bastard.

He wasn’t there, time for the hunt to begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sound of her boots on the grass was, oddly loud and crunchy. A cool breeze blew at her face, but, there was so much silence aside from her boot crunches. “He’s here, it’s too quiet to merely be coincidental.”

Her trained eyes scanned what little scenery she could, but all that was there was trees and… what was that?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a note, or, more than likely, a warning. It was attached to a tree that she had almost missed. Xelah grabbed it, and, for a brief moment, became aware that there were seven other notes in the area.

The thought was gone, and, seeing little to do, she continued on.

*Boom, boom*

There was a heavy atmosphere now, it was unsettling. Xelah’s own movement slowed as she felt aware of an unusually heavy feeling, that wasn’t self-induced.

What was that? Xelah’s head turned quickly to what she thought was an anomaly, but, it seemed to merely be another tree. This was unusual, she had never usually felt this paranoid. The forest must’ve been playing tricks on her.

She slapped at a heavy feeling on her shoulder, but, there was nothing there. The distraction proved fortunate, as there on the side of a building she probably wouldn’t have noticed, was another note.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She grabbed it, and the feeling of dread grew. It almost felt situated, YES!

There was an intense feeling of dread behind her, causing Xelah to turn around wildly; and there, no less then twenty feet away, was the Slenderman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was standing almost stock still, and just staring… which isn’t the right word to use, as he has no eyes. “Found you.”

She raced towards him, but as she neared…

*Static*

…he was gone. “Damn!”

This guy was going to be a lot more challenging than she thought, hell, she didn’t even hear him teleport away.

But, that mattered little, as the hunt was still on, and she always catches her mark.

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Xelah had been pursuing the Slenderman throughout the forest, but it seemed to have been deliberately avoiding her, preferring to stand from a distance. He was most likely wary of her, as few try to chase after him, as it’s usually the other way around.

Despite this, Slendy seemed to draw closer as Xelah found pages, and currently, she was on seven.

Strangely, with every page, her pace slowed as her energy felt drained. Obviously that was connected to the pages.

Her flashlight had died long ago, and had been discarded. Thankfully, her night vision was more than adequate to make it safely through the trees…

She could feel a heavy presence, and knew he was behind her again, he tended to favour that trick. But, he was going to disappear if she turned, so she kept on track. Maybe finding that eighth page would force a showdown with the Slenderman, how she would love that.

There was that feeling on her shoulder again, that cold and emotionless feeling She did her best to ignore it, touching it was what the Slenderman wanted. She tried to focus on the surrounding areas.

The forest certainly wasn’t massive, as a fence kept this area secured. The area showed signs of construction work. No doubt workers had been building here, and, more than likely, disturbed the Slenderman into his murderous rampage. Though, one has to question the purpose of a stone cylinder half buried in the ground…

!!!

There it was, the eighth page.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her pace was slow, gathering the pages and hunting the Slenderman had been strangely tiring, despite her rather impressive vitality. The message did lift her spirits, as it almost felt as if it had been written by the Slenderman.

She grabbed the last page. Instantly, the atmosphere cleared, and so did any strange feelings impressed onto her.

Xelah smiled as she turned around.

*Dramatic chord*

Two feet away from her was the Slenderman, he was staring intently at her; and she likewise. He was quite unnerving at this range, as you could get the full feel of his height.

But, at this range, she would be able to enforce her will on him, but there was no response to her commands. It was then that realization dawned on her. “You’re not a Nobody.”

The Slenderman was silent, but, his demeanour seemed to suggest that he was confused. Usually at this point his victims were cowering messes, but this women was unusually resilient to him. She seemed to be checking him out. “Interesting.”

The peculiar women seemed to be staring at his waist…

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“GOOD GOD IT’S AFTER ME!”

For the first time in its existence, the Slenderman was actually running in fear of something. His head revolved 180^o to check for her, and thankfully it seemed he lost her.

His chest heaved in relief, but it was short lived as his head returned to the front and there she was in front of him. That frightful whip she summoned hanging lazily in her hands. “Can’t run from me dahrling!”

The Slenderman changed direction immediately, with Xelah in hot pursuit. “GET BACK HERE, I WANT TO SEE YOUR SLENDERMAN!”

The Slenderman made it behind a tree, but he went no further, as the tip of the chain whip snaked around the tree and captured his leg. He tried to vanish, but there was a strange power in the chain, he was trapped.

Fighting common sense, he peered from behind the tree. Following the whip links, he followed it to a discarded handle. Where was she?

His back muscles seized up, there was an evil presence behind him. He turned around slowly.

*Static*.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 5: Life Goes on]
It was raining within the city of TWTKoIBRI, but then, it was always raining in TWTKoIBRI. “Bastard rain; annoying stupid rain. It’s always raining! RAINING!”

A diminutive hood was dragging an axe through the puddles of the world. Upon inspection, the hood would be seen to be about four feet tall; with an axe as big as he is. “Here they come again.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rising from shadows pooling on the ground came the Neo Shadow Heartless. With a deft swing, the hood swung the axe into resting position on his shoulder as the Neos danced around, waiting for the opportunity to strike. “Haven’t had enough yet?! THEN COME ON!”

A Neo broke away from the group, running on all fours at him. When it was close enough, a stone spike burst from the ground and impaled it, right where its heart would have been. It faded away into the darkness, prompting the others to strike.

Like their brethren, stone spikes burst from the ground and impaled them, wiping them out utterly. The hood just stood there, his axe still resting on his shoulder.

A glob of spit shot out from under the hood and splashed into one of the many puddles. “Weaklings! Not even worth the effort of swinging my axe!”

He spat again, and returned the axe to the ground as he dragged it along. This was going to be a long day for him, best to make the most of it… wait, is it day, or night?

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Xalbed was holding up what remained of a shiny green great sword. Half the blade was shattered, whilst the remains were lying on his work bench.

*Shoom*

He turned from his weapon as Maxda had appeared. “You needed me for something?”

Xalbed held up the broken blade. “Ah, the mithril blade right? Alright, I’ll go heat up the furnace.”

Maxda walked past the various bits of metal littering the ground and stood by Xalbed’s furnace. He placed a hand on the metal and the flames in the kiln lit up a fierce blue. Xalbed took the remains and heated them up from the flames, until they glowed like stars. Removing them, he began the process of reforging his blade. “Preciate this.”

Maxda removed his hand from the forge, and the blue flames died down. “I fail to see how out of all the blades you have, the one that’s meant to be difficult to break is the ONLY one you break.”

Xalbed shrugged after pounding one segment of blade back into the main. “Stranger things in life.”

Xalbed was always short on words wasn’t he? “I guess, especially when some of the other members are concerned. Did you hear about what Xelah did yesterday?”

Xalbed didn’t turn from his work, he did however, stop pounding for a moment. “Everyone knows what she did.”

Maxda smirked as his fingers drummed on a workbench, before catching sight of a dagger that was impaled into it. With a quick wrench, he pulled it out then began looking it over. “I heard Kaxej visited you two days ago.”

“What of it?”

“What do you think of him?”

“Little bland, but then, amnesia.”

“Yeah, though, given how he was rumoured to have been made, that was expected. The kid learns fast though, I guess he’ll pick up a personality sooner or later.”

“All that matters is he does his job.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

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Surxkaz was staring off into the sky above the Altar of Naught; he did that a lot apparently, staring off at something only he could see.

From the stairs leading up to the altar came a shadow, snaking onto the altar and pooling a few feet behind Surxkaz. It rose up slowly, until forming into a hood. Unlike the other members, her outfit was quite different.

Despite having sleeves, she had cylinder-likes one overlaid over the top, with pull strings tying them to just below her shoulders. The same was done for her legs as well, with the same strange sleeves pulled over her legs to the base. Her high-heel styled boot were quite shiny.

“Something amiss Salix?”

A wind-like moan emanated from beneath the hood. “Braxielg has been making unauthorised use of the Corridor system again? *Sighs* I don’t know why you bother to tell me these things; in all likelihood he’s just buying yet another pair of boots to go with his other fifty-something pair of boots.”

The same moan emanated from the hood. “I see, then, deal with him as you see fit for using the Corridors for… that kind of use.”

The hood moaned again and made a slight bow before melting into shadow and snaking away. This left Surxkaz to muse on this peculiar news. “I always knew Braxielg was peculiar, but, I guess this merely clinches it for him.”

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Xhona was tending peacefully to his garden; it was his pride and joy, and the only thing in the castle that WASN’T white, gray or black. The garden was situated in a greenhouse located at the top of one of the many towers, which was known as Devoid of Growth.

Unlike his vegetable garden, this garden was for Xhona alone to enjoy. He gently caressed a rose with his bare hand, feeling the cool petals on his hand. This rose bush was his favourite, for it was the first one he grew when he took over the tower, and built the greenhouse with Xalbed’s help.

The major issue for growing these plants was the fact that TWTKoIBRI had no sun or moon. But, thankfully, Xhona had learned of specialised bulbs to help simulate the sun, and all was well.

Xhona took a deep inhale, and exhale. He enjoyed the smell of the roses and fresh manure; as it reminded him of being alive and still able to enjoy things in life. “Life is good.”

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The diminutive hood returned to his room via Corridor; the Shadows too afraid to fight him any longer.

He dropped his axe where ever, and then, noticed a box on his bed. There was a small note on box, with his name written on it. He flipped it over and found a quick message on the other side.

“Hey Xolrand, I found these during my misison yesterday, and I thought they’d look absolutely dahrling on you.’ She actually wrote it that way? ‘So, tell me what you think of them.”

Xolrand pulled the box off his bed and placed it on the ground: Though afraid of whatever thing Xelah thought would look dahrling on him, he tore the lid off the box.

Inside was a mass of black fabric. Xol tilted his head as he fished around and pulled out a piece of it; he stretched it out and looked at it. It was a black blazer clearly too big for him, with a monogrammed ‘S’ stitched neatly into the back of the neck.

At this point, the vein in his forehead burst. “XEL-AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

It was said that on that day, everyone in the WTKoIBRI heard a strange scream.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 6: To Wit, To Battle]
Kaxej was sitting in his room, reading a book that had been given to him by Xhona the day prior. He didn’t care much for the words, but the pretty pictures of flowers kept him sated.

*Shoom*

Kaxej looked up to see Maxda had come. “…hello Maxda.”

Maxda smiled, not warmly, more out of amusement. “Nice to see your vocabulary is coming along nicely.”

“It goes, what are we doing today?”

“Well, today is when I’m supposed to evaluate you mentally. Surxkaz expects me to have you prepared for missions by tomorrow, so your mental state needs to be assessed.”

“What will that involve?”

“Well, you’re already passing in the complete sentences test, so I need to test your memory and capacity to observe and think. I guess for memory I’ll quiz you on Organization members, since that is still a fresh memory, and for the other one, I’ll figure something out.”

Maxda made slight scuff on the floor. “If I fail?”

“Surxkaz won’t let you.”

Kaxej looked down at this boots, not quite making eye contact with Maxda. “Then, what’s the point of testing me? If I can’t fail...”

“The point is proving that you can.”

Kaxej didn’t respond. Somehow, they had managed to generate an awkward moment.

*Shoom*

Remix burst through a Corridor of Darkness, breaking both the silence and one of Kaxej’s lamps. “Guys, you aren’t going to believe this: Salix actually challenged Surxkaz to a sparring match!”

They both stared at Remix, their eyes wide. “Who’s Salix? And, why is she fighting the Superior?”

“Salix is the Number II of the Organization, and is the most antisocial. It seems weird that she would pick a fight with Surxkaz.”

“Whatever the case, it’s happening now in the Hall of Empty Melodies!”

With that, Remix shoomed out, presumably to watch the fight. “Well, this’ll be interesting…”

Maxda raised an arm to summon a Corridor, but Kaxej stopped him. The young Nobody in turn raised an arm and a Corridor formed. “Practise.”

Maxda raised an eyebrow in, praise, I guess. “Neat trick.”

They walked through the Corridor to see what do.

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All Organization members were congregated on the balcony, alongside a few Nobodies who got curious. They were all peering down in amusement at the two hoods standing across from each other on the rectangular platform on the lower floor of the Hall.

Kaxej could tell out the form of Surxkaz, but he hadn’t seen the other Nobody before. Xelah was the only female he had seen in the Organization, but, this one was different, more svelt and infinitely less threatening. Oh wait, they’re talking.

“I’ll admit Salix, I was amused when I heard that you wished to spar with me, but do know that despite being my second, I will have no hesitations in grinding your face across the floor.”

Salix merely shrugged as she held her right arm out. Shadows sneaked across the floor until they pooled at her side, forming a solid structure as it rose. It was a thin shaft, forming some kind of pole-arm weapon. She gripped the structure, keeping it steady as the shadows sneaked out, forming a long crescent shaped blade. A large spike jutted out from the top of the shaft.

Once she had finished forming it, Salix expertly twirled the scythe; the darkness of the metal absorbing any light that came near it.

The darkness, it was all absorbing, why, just staring into it you could feel yourself losing yourself into the infinite void…

Kaxej shook his head, that black metal was so absorbing, he could have sworn he felt that the metal was trying to suck him in. Remix laughed as he walked past the young Nobody and leant on the railing. “I saw that look, heh heh heh. Salix’s scythe has that effect, since it’s made from pure Darksteel… Yeah, I know that look too. Darksteel is made from the crystallized darkness of the Heartless. It’s a special material that can only be made by Niax and Xalbed. Naturally, she’s the only one with a Darksteel weapon, nobody else is willing to touch the stuff.”

Kaxej made a slight noise of understanding as he continued to watch the two below. Surxkaz was just standing there as Salix span her scythe about; an errant swing left a deep gash in the floor. And the Superior still just stood there.

A deep moan echoed in the hall as Salix dashed at the Superior. With a furious swing, she aimed straight for his head. He merely floated backwards, the scythe blade missing him by inches.

Using the momentum of her first swing, Salix went for a second strike using the spike tip. Using two fingers, Surxkaz stopped the strike an inch from his face. With an unknown force he blasted Salix and her scythe into the air.

She tucked her body as she sailed and landed safely a few feet away. With her arm outstretched she caught the falling scythe. As soon as she even thought of stepping out to strike, an aerial blade struck the ground where her foot would’ve been. She stared up at Surxkaz’ glowing hand.

She was staring at him intently as her shadow extended along the ground, it snaked in an unusual pattern, squaring itself around Surxkaz. It shot off the ground as a spike of darkness, which Surxkaz dodged by turning to the right, his right arm raised as the spike went under it. He tapped the spike with a glowing finger, and it shattered.

Kaxej smiled a little, there was just something so gratifying with watching a battle between epic fighters. “Remarkable power and control, but then, that’s why he’s the Superior.”

That would be Niax, giving an eloquent statement of his opinion. “Yeah, but Salix is no lightweight.”

Kaxej didn’t know that speaker, but it didn’t matter, as this was… exciting?

Surxkaz rose into the air as he extended an aerial blade. He swiftly moved through the air, striking at empty air and leaving several aerial blades. He threw his hand past them and they fired as Salix, who dashed away from them. They exploded on impacted.

As Salix moved, several reddish-black clouds generated on her trail. They broiled up and then struck at Surxkaz with red lightning, who gathered the energy in his hand with a wave of his arm. “Child’s play.”

He fired the energy back as one furious bolt, which Salix avoided by performing a somersault using her scythe. She leapt off the somersault and struck at Surxkaz, who gracefully dodged the strike.

“Are they even trying?”

Kaxej was following the fight intently, and he was beginning to notice that, they weren’t trying as hard as their status implied. “Why aren’t they trying?”

A few heads turned to look at him, before following the match a little more carefully. “Hmm, the boy’s right.”

There were a few murmurs as Surxkaz unleashed a red wave at Salix’s feet, but she numbly jumped over it, but didn’t make use of the opportunity she was given. She was instead looking up at the congregation. She motioned to Surxkaz to do the same. “It appears our work is done.”

He lowered to the ground and his hands lost their glow. “I hope you all enjoyed the show!”

He left in a Corridor, and Salix left via melting into a shadow and skimming out of the Hall. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.”

The watchers began disappearing one by one, until Maxda & Kaxej were left. However, it appeared the Nobody had nothing to say, so he left Maxda alone.

Maxda tapped on the railing three times.

*Shoom*

Maxda turned around as Surxkaz appeared behind him. “Seems your little plan worked.”

Surxkaz’ hand reached into his hood, no doubt rubbing his chin smugly. “I figured it would. The child has no memories, but the will of the Keyblade would naturally allow him to be a fighter. I assume he followed the match closely?”

Maxda brushed some hair from his eyes. “Well, he was the first to say out loud that you two weren’t trying as hard as you should have. So, I guess he’s able to assess situations and come to the right conclusion.”

“He will be ready for tomorrows mission then?”

“Yeah, he seems ready enough. His short and long term memories seem fine as well… he remembered how to make Corridors of Darkness.”

“Good. Now then, I expect you will wish to catch up with the others to discuss the match?”

“Gotta do something until tomorrow.”

“Good.”[/spoiler]

 

 

 

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Our Cast]
[spoiler=The Organization]
[spoiler=Number I: Surxkaz]
Name: Surxkaz (Sirks-kas)

Number: I

Title: The Superior

Element: Nothing

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: As almost any Organization member would say, Surxkaz is a bit of a show-boater, making dramatic motions whenever he goes on one of his long winded speeches, which is fairly often. In a one on one he speaks with a chilling calmness, but has been known to raise his voice above monotone when his will would be defied. His patience is nearly infinite, but that dwindles when in proximity to Remix, who is the only Nobody Surxkaz has actually lost patience with. Despite his grandiose actions, he seems to be hiding more than one hidden motives.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: Aerial Blades

Text Colour: Teal[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number II: Salix]
Name: Salix (Sal-licks)

Number: II

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: ???

Appearance: ???

Weapon: Scythe

Text Colour: Unknown[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number III: Xalbed]
Name: Xalbed (Zal-bed)

Number: III

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: Xalbed tends to be a bit of a grump, unless he is either fighting or smithing. His personality becomes even more irate when his only joys in life are denied.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: Sword(s?)

Text Colour: Steel Grey[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number IV: Niax]
Name: Niax (Knee-axe)

Number: IV

Title: The Frigid Spellslinger

Element: Ice

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: A bit of a know-it-all, Niax has the potential to go on even longer speeches than what even Surxkaz can muster. Unless you have ample time, it is best that you never ask Niax about a subject his is knowledgeable in, which is practically everything. Cutting him off at any point in an explanation tends to get him very annoyed, and when sufficiently enraged, he'll freeze you where you stand. Though, he tends to feel guilty after doing so and will free you with a Panacea. He has a dislike for Maxda, though, that may simply be a case of fire & ice.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Cyan[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number V: Xolrand]
Name: Xolrand (Zol-rend)

Number: V

Title: ???

Element: Earth

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: Xolrand is a short Nobody with an even shorter fuse. It's not hard to annoy this guy, and it's even less hard to cause him to go berserk.

Appearance: He is about 4 feet tall.

Weapon: Axe

Text Colour: Brown[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number VI: Xhona]
Name: Xhona (Zho-nah)

Number: VI

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: Druid Nobodies

Personality: Xhona is a dreamer of a Nobody, just following the able flow of things. This tends to make him a bit forgetful and causes him to take the first idea that comes to mind, logic be damned. The only thing he cares about are his plants, which he tends to with love and devotion that is most unusual in a Nobody. His dreamy state tends to make him immune to the irate nature of the other Senior Organization members, and he gets along well with the Junior ones too.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Dark Green[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number VII: Hexus]
Name: Hexus (Hex-us)

Number: VII

Title: ???

Element: Poison

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: Hexus is a slimy git, with a venomous core. He is constantly saying things that very easily get under the skin of almost any Organization members. He has an affinity for poisonous critters, mostly so he can extract their venom for his own personal use; which he'll then probably test on another Nobody, and Remix. He however, is much more submissive in the presence of Surxkaz, Salix & Maxda; everyone else is fair game. He has a bit of a creepy interest in Kaxej.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Indigo[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number VIII: Maxda]
Name: Maxda (Max-duh)

Number: VIII

Title: The Knight of Sapphire Flames

Element: Fire

Elite Nobodies: Warrior Nobodies

Personality: You can never quite understand Maxda's personality fully. He can sometimes be all over the place, or be quite calm. He tends to be quite calm much of the time, which is what earned him the Title of 'Knight'. However, Maxda possesses a lot of pride and dignity; and any attacks on them usually ends up with Maxda completely losing it. Aside from that, he is quite well respected amongst the Organization, commanding respect from both above and below the chain of command. Whilst he easily gets tired of people he considers loads, he will usually warm up to them in the end; this is what made him the perfect candidate for looking after Kaxej.

In combat, he tends to be fairly calm, but, that's when he's not trying very hard. In a serious battle, Maxda loses himself to the wild flames he controls, burning fiercely in a deep blue.

Appearance: Maxda has long blue hair, which keeps perfect shape no matter what regails him. His forehead hair is quite short, save for the two bangs that rest on the sides of his eyes. There is no known explanation for how they bend at such a perfect angle. He wears a silver band around his forehead; it has no special meaning, it just looks nice. His facial skin is quite smooth and assumeably well kept, with no signs of facial hair around his mouth, cheeks or chin. His light-blue eyes are like crystals pools, but, when he fights seriously, they burn with sapphire flames, ready to incincerate all who stare at them. His mouth is thin, and kept mostly in a state of an almost existing smirk.

Maxda has a pretty average build, which conflicts with his Nobody breeds. However, despite his build, he is able to freely use his weapon in combat, due to his strategy.

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Navy Blue[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number IX: Remix]
Name: Remix (Re-mix)

Number: IX

Title: The Radical Conductor

Element: Sound

Elite Nobodies: Songstress Nobodies

Personality: Remix has a habit of being, well, completely hyperactive. He is pretty upbeat for a Nobody, and sometimes has trouble being in one spot for very long. He doesn't place much regard for the concurrent exploits of other members, and will often drag them around to show them something amazing. He is a pretty difficult Nobody to control, but more often than not leaves if you ignore him for long enough, a tactic employed by almost every member. His disregard for the activities of the others does get them frustrated, and currently holds the record for most objects thrown at any Organization member.

Appearance: He has an upbeat and happy looking face, with near alive brown eyes. There are four black lines running horizontally across his face, going above, on and just below his eyes. His brown hair is almost always gelled back, with one bang on the right side still kept down. The rest of his hair has a wave pattern, with two bits that stick up at the back. Hooked around his neck was a pair of headphones, with each cup being shaped like a music note. The tails of the notes are unusually sharp.

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Medium Blue[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number X: Laxl'mew]
Name: Laxel'mex (Lax-el-le-mew)

Number: X

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: ???

Appearance: ???

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Light Gray[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number XI: Braxielg]
Name: Braxielg (Bracks-see-elge)

Number: XI

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: A prissy and somewhat petulant Nobody, he hates being a Junior member when he belies himself to be deserving of a higher position. He has a lot of pride in his appearance, and can spend longer in the bathroom than Xelah.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: ???

Text Colour: Olive[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number XII: Xelah]
Name: Xelah (Zel-ah)

Number: XII

Title: ???

Element: ???

Elite Nobodies: Beast Master Nobodies

Personality: There are many personalities in the Organization, and Xelah's is the one avoid, with as much distance as possible. To screw with the heads of other Organization members, she speaks in a faux French-Russian-whatever accent, which some people adopt when speaking to her. She also has a rather creepy obsession with love-making, and has been known to have made a minimum of four passes to every member of the Organization, vis Surxkaz & Kaxej.

Appearance: ???

Weapon: Chain Whip

Text Colour: Violet[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number XIII: Kaxej]
Name: Kaxej (Kah-zedge)

Number: XIII

Title: The Key of Destiny

Element: Light

Elite Nobodies: ???

Personality: Kaxej is a lot more receptive to things after being alive for over a week. He is rather inquisitive in nature, and is starting to understand his role in the Organization. He is starting to develop strong bonds with other members of the Organization.

Appearance: Kaxej is very pale in colour, with thin and sallow lips. His nose has a strange bump in it, which seems to be the signs of a prior break in it. His hair is the only healthy thing about him. It is a dazzling silver colour, which is kept quite short; despite the shortness, there is always that one cowlick that sits between his green eyes that he simply cannot get rid of.

He has a very thin build, which contrasts with his sickly appearance.

Weapon: Keyblade

Text Colour: Periwinkle[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Number i: G'dox]
Name: G'dox
 
Number: i
 
Title: The Pet
 
Element: Unknown
 
Personality: Depressed
 
Appearance: G'dox appears as an adult sized labrador. It's fur is a lovely golden brown and is suprisingly well kept. That's honestly about it.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=The Nobodies]
[spoiler=Creeper Nobodies]

 

In terms of ranking, the Creeper is lowest of the low. In utility, they can be quite useful. A Creeper is the weakest of all Nobodies in terms of health and defence, but, they can do suprisingly well in strength when in numbers. Unlike most Nobodies, the Creeper is able to completely change its form. It can change itself in a flat shield-like object, a sword, a spear and sometimes, a rather peculiar bird-like form. The sword form appears to do the most offensive damage.

Most Creepers appear alongside Dusks, in order to aid them and/or be meatshields to distract whoever it is they're fighting. This usually doesn't work as the much larger Dusks take the hits. Creepers also appear alone, but that's mostly to just slow people down. Though damaging in sword form, the damage they do is still too weak to consider these guys stronger than Dusks.

Though a rumour, it has been said that on a world where creation and destruction occur constantly; there is a rare form of Creeper that appears from nowhere and self-destructs... only to respawn elsewhere and do it all again. Such rumour has never been proven though.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Dusk Nobodies]


Dusk Nobodies are the second weakest Nobody breed, superceded only by the Creeper Nobody. However, these guys aren't exactly pushovers. Incredibly flexible, a Dusk can coil itself like a snake, float about like a wrapper in the wind; even stand on ceilings or in thin air. These abilities are used quite well in battle, as their hit and run tactics do aid in wearing down opponents so they can finish them off with ease.

Due to their unusual flexibility, it has been said that Dusks are completely hollow, absolutely nothing left inside. Their body shape does seem to lend credence to the theory. What is also unusual is that despite appearing to have whip-like single digit hands; Dusks do in fact possess a full set of four digits. They are kept together by two bands in order to keep the more weapon-like appearance. Whether or not binding the fingers improves combat mobility is a mystery.

Dusks are the most numerous species of Nobody, with Creepers being a close second in numbers.

Though unimportant, Dusks do enjoy jamming out to Remix's occasional concert.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Sage Nobodies]
Curious Nobodies, they serve Niax with unwavering faith and dedication.

They have human-like silver coloured heads with no eyes, with a black ring about where their eyes would be. A single ribbon like tag extends from the back of their heads and trail down some length; this tag floats a little in the air. The tag ends in points much like the Organization’s symbol. Covering their lower head are a large white/black collar that are folded over. The front side of the collar has a long zipper running down to the bottom of the fabric.

The fabric of the collar ends up just on their torso, forming a small lotus like poncho. Two of the petals rested upon each of the shoulders, whilst the other two are much longer and flow down their back. The shoulders are pointed, as if the Sage were wearing shoulder pads, whilst the sleeves are thick and end with lotus like points. They have four fingers on each hand. The right hand has a pure black Organization symbol on its palm, and the right had a pure white one instead. Their torsos are rather ridged, appearing somewhat flat and almost human-like. The Organizations symbol are printed and inverted, with the rounded part resting on their chest and going down to the midsection, which is much thinner and had the side points of the symbol wrapping around it and meeting in the middle of their back. Their slim midsections extend into a large slanted point, that is the entirety of its legs. The blade-like lowers they have are somewhat thin. These bladed legs can in turn split into two thin and blade-like legs, so they are capable of walking as necessary.

Sage Nobodies are masters of magic, in fact, they are the most powerufl Caster types the Organization has to offer. Originally, all Sage Nobodies wore a Gray collar, however, there was a schism in their faiths, causing half of the Sages to only use Black Magic, while the other half only use White Magic. This schism in turn created the Brotherhood of the Black Cloth, and the Brotherhood of the White Cloth.

It isn't quite understood why they decided to split their magical capacities like that, because, really, having both is better than having only one, but, that was their choice. Niax didn't understand it either, but it largely didn't matter to him.

In combat, Sages maintain distance with their targets through their sleak design and natural levitation; so as to unleash their magical load without actually being hit back. Brothers of the Black Cloth are fairly aggressive with their magic, unleashing assault after assault until all their energy is spent. Whereas Brothers of the White Cloth tend to be rather, b**thy if you will. They hold high levels of smugness as the best healers of the Organization, and damn will they let you know that. Perhaps, in retrospect, these two clearly different sets of tactics is what caused the schism in the first place.

Sages are weak in both health and in a physical state, but their high levels of dexterity makes it difficult to hit them. They fight purely with magic and are also completely immune to it, except Healing Magic and their own Reflected energies.

It is said through whispers between each sect that there is a wise and powerful Sage Nobody that very rarely reveals himself, as he searches tirelessly to bring more magic to the Organization. There have been many arguments as to what Cloth he is of, but, only Niax knows that answer; and of course, refuses to relinquish it.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Barbarian Nobodies]
Elite Nobodies who serve under Xolrand. They are as every bit as dense as their master, with none of the cunning or charm. They speak, well, shout practically everything they say. But, they’re still dangerous; because stupid and strong tends to be a volatile combo.

They are the more realistically human shape of the Nobodies. Starting with their head, they maintain human like physique, though somewhat out of proportions. Of course, you wouldn’t notice due to their mops. Each Barbarian has long black ribbon-like hair that extend downwards in a cascade to shoulder-length, with a thorn at the tip. Each weave is held in place by a thick leather headband placed at their crown; the band has continuous markings of the Organization‘s symbol. Usually, a portion of the Barbarian’s head can be seen as there is a small triangle of visible face where the hair parts. They have semi-circle eyes tilted slightly to give a menacing look, with a thick jagged Nobody mouth. Their chins are practically rectangular and resembles fists.

They have strong upper bodies, but nothing really defined in terms of muscle; causing their bodies to more or less resemble jumpsuits that were filled with socks and/or rocks. Their natural body colour is dark tan. Their left arms are strong, much the same as their body in general. Though not all of them do, some Barbarians wear a metal armguard on their left arms for added protection. Those that do are collectively referred to as ‘Pussies’.

Their right arm however, differs greatly. The forearm of the right is heavily swollen and is at least three or four times larger than the left. Black spiked chains run across and through the forearm. These chains are known as Cursed Thorns, and grant the Barbarian insane power in that arm, allowing them to the body strength to carry the enormous war hammers they wield. Across their chest are two thick leather straps, also sporting the Organization’s symbol. They adjoin in the middle of the chest, just below the pecs; where a large metal cross keeps them together. The design is your basic diamond, with each of the point being a thorn. The Organization’s symbol is also on the centre of this cross. There is also a large Organization tattoo plastered to their backs.

All of them wear a pair of pure white bell-bottom pants, that are extremely tight at the hip, but never seems to break. This cutting off major circulation attributes to the less than wide legs of each Barbarian, which somehow seem to support their bulk. Their pants end just above the ankle, leaving visible a pair of leather boots that are usually crudely painted silver, with a poorly drawn Organization symbol on it. If it hasn’t been made apparent yet, Barbarians need constant reminding of which side they’re on.

Barbarians, as stated, aren’t very smart, having put all their stat points into Strength and Health. Their defence is still lacking however, and they can take a lot of damage by simply being struck, since they don’t possess sturdy enough skin to resist any kinds of weapons, though, they’ve tried, oh lord have they. Many a times they tried to harden their skins by hitting each other with hammers; sufficed to say their heads are hard enough.

Barbarians don’t have much of a collective culture, or, culture at all for that matter. They don’t even have survival of the fittest. Much of the time, they just sit there and pound things with their hammer unless told to do something by Xolrand. I say told, but really they’re given written instructions, as they’ll forget what they were told to do five seconds later. The only thing that could be considered cultural amongst the Barbarians is the hazing new recruits suffer; which basically involves seeing how many hits they can take. At the end of their induction, they are branded with a Cursed Thorn, given a war hammer and simply told to go nuts.

Barbarians possess the highest Strength and Health of all Nobodies, but they take heaps of damage from Magic, and decent hits from just normal weaponry. Their high health leaves them in the game for long enough time though, and once their health reaches halfway; they’ll lose the hammer in favour of just trying to hit you with their fist, which creates opportunity to steal the hammer, okay, that’s unlikely. But, it reduces their defences further as they can’t defend themselves with it, being forced to rely on using their arms to blow hits.

The most powerful Barbarian is known as the Raging Bull, whose hide has actually been tempered by combat, making him resistant to physical damage and fire spells. Plus, he possesses an Intelligence score of 5. More so, he is the only Barbarian to survive having a second Cursed Thorn implanted into his left arm. All Barbarians revere him and look up to him as their role-model, which is kinda sad, in a ways.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Druid Nobodies]
N/A[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Alchemist Nobodies]
N/A[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Warrior Nobodies]
Elite Nobodies serving under Maxda. It is difficult to tell the original appearance of a Warrior Nobody, as they are so reckless with their bodies that they take heavy damage from their very first fight. One thing that can be plainly seen without multiple observations is that all of them are alabaster white like the more commonly seen Dusks.

From observation of different Warriors, their heads are seen to be typically bald and human-like. Despite the flexible movement of their heads, they are quite hard and armour-like. They have two black triangles for eyes; usually, with a grey-tan band covering one of them (presumably because of an injury. There has been record of one with both eyes covered. It was a major pain to take down). They possess the usual jagged jaws of most Nobodies, with two unusual tusk-like protrusions running out from their bottom jaw diagonally down. These tusks are either: broken, broken and replaced, whole or whole with some kind of accessory.

They have physically strong upper bodies. Whilst newbie Warriors have somewhat weaker bodies, more experienced Warriors are quite muscle bound in appearance. Almost every Warrior is seen to have heavy black scars (assumably from training by fighting Heartless) all over their bodies. One unusual thing is that all of them wear similar grey-tan loincloths, despite lesser Nobodies not possessing anything to be modest about (we hope). Their arms are fairly sturdy, with large hands that have three hoof-like fingers and a thumb. Despite their appearance, these fingers possess two joints and a knuckle. They have very short but stocky legs, with single toed feet.

One thing that is seen with Warriors is that they seem to have some form of a spiritual side, as emphasised by the fact that they wear the armour taken from foes they considered worthy. More experienced Warriors typically have at least seven different pieces of armour, whilst rookies are completely bare, save for their loincloth.

They use any weapons they can find, whether by raiding stores, or by merely taking them from corpses or defeated adversaries. More experienced Warriors take them by battle, as rookies aren’t strong enough to take them like that, so they subtly steal from stores at night.

Though a rumour, it has been circulated among the Organization that the top ten best Warriors have stolen weaker copies of the other member’s own weaponry, excluding Surxkaz & Maxda himself.

Warriors have no particular style of fighting, as they improvise almost everything they do. Experienced Warriors have a tendency to copy fighting styles they have observed in combat. They may also use styles that do not match up with their weapons; though, that still doesn’t stop them using it.

If you ever encounter a Warrior, they will usually wait for ten seconds before considering you a threat. In this time, it is best to observe them. If you see that they possess a lot of armour and scarring, run like hell. However, if they are bare and don’t have a weapon, prepare to pub stomp them. Of course, most experienced Warriors are so far-gone that they may not even give you two seconds. So, just pray you never meet one unless you are really, REALLY good at fighting.

Warriors have relatively high health and strength, but have no magic and take a lot of damage when struck where they aren’t armoured (excluding their heads).

Rexid is Maxda’s most powerful Warrior, possessing outstanding HP & offence, and is the only one that is fully armoured. In honour of this achievement, he is the only one allowed to wear a midnight blue cape marked with a white ‘VIII’, and of course, possess a name.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Songstress Nobodies]
N/A[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Beast Master Nobodies]
Elite Nobodies serving under Xelah. Their jumpsuit-like bodies are skin tight. They possess two large mounds on their chest, with a truly hourglass waist, filling out some nice rounded hips. They have black leather bands around their throat, with a strap that goes down the entire length of their bodies. There are horizontal bands across their chest, their mid torso and just above their waist. There are two black straps around their leg joints as well.

Their faces are completely blank, but quite clearly feminine. Not that you’d notice, as every Beast Master Nobody wears a tan-grey hood that adjoin as their shoulders before spreading out as a wide cape that tends to float, showing off their lower backs. They have thin delicate arms, with five dainty fingers on each hand. Their legs follow the thin and dainty approach, but they have toeless feet, with a large spike sticking out of their heel, creating a high heeled look. Almost always grasped in their hands are their whips, which is made of black leather that ends with a dangerous looking Nobody Symbol.

Beast Master Nobodies are cruel beings, showing extreme prejudice against, well, anything that isn’t them or Xelah. It is only by Xelah’s will that they don’t go skitzoid on the Nobodies that approach the Lair of the Beast.

Beast Masters are extremely effective fighters, as they are well versed in combat and magic. Their real value is of course their utility: Beast Master Nobodies are capable of dominating the minds of the weak-willed. This is achieved by binding some part of their target with their whips. Heartless are the favoured prey of the Beast Masters, as the critters possess little to no will. By dominating Heartless, they drive them into certain populace, in order to convert them into Heartless, and given the target was chosen, their Nobodies as well.

The dominating effects of the Beast Master is cumulative, thus allowing them to take command of stronger or wild Heartless, such as the Darkside Heartless.

Beast Master possess decent health, strength and magic skills. In battle most Beast Masters usually appear alongside a Heartless pet to fight with them. However, it is best to defeat the Beast Master first; as destroying their pet triggers a fit of rage that causes them to become truly dangerous foes at both ranged and melee range; this fit of rage causes them to forget most magic in favour of strong brute force. This is good, as it means you only have to rely on avoiding their physical attacks.

The strongest known Beast Master is The Lady in White. She will only ever respond to Xelah and is capable of dominating even the strongest of Heartless by herself. Don’t worry about seeing her though, as she will have already dominated you before you even had a chance to blink.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=The Heartless]
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Others]
[spoiler=Slenderman]
 
 


A supernatural entity mistaken for a Nobody; Xelah was sent to his Forest in order to capture him. He did his best to intimidate her, but, due to being inexperienced with Nobodies, became confused when she didn’t respond to his frightful presence.

He chose to avoid her in order to analyse what that strange woman was. Eventually, she had found the 8 pages he so desperately wanted to protect and faced off with her. However, he got more than he bargained for when he came face-to-face with the Galactic Conquest.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Hayner, Pence & Olette]
 
 
 
 
 


Three kids living in Twilight Town, they are a major source of intel when it comes to happenings in that small town. Hayner is the defacto leader, with Olette being the voice of reason and Pence the butt monkey.

Hayner tends to be somewhat defensive around new people, but is a good kid at heart and is quite courageous. He'd be the first to jump into a fray when his friends are in danger. He's vying for being a Struggle Champ, but, that'll mean he has to beat his major rival Seifer... whoever that is. He speaks in Maroon.

Olette, as voice of reason, has the difficult job of keeping Hayner in line. Despite the tomfoolery Hayner gets up, she still does it with a smile. She is quite eager to meet new people, more so than Hayner. She is also the responsible one, and constantly tries to get Hayner and Pence to get their homework done on time. She speaks in Pink.

Pence is more of a genius guy, but is too laid back to make full and total use of it. He's usually the victim of many of Hayner's bets he makes up on the spot, and many a sack of Munny is ferreted away because of it. Other than that, he takes the mysteries of Twilight Town quite seriously, and is always eager to solve a new one. He is also quite dumpy, something the characters and the Narrator love to point out. He speaks in Lime.
[/spoiler]

[spoiler=The Archons]


The Archons are peculiar beings of magical essence that exist only within the Ethereal Plane. There is very little known about them, except that their magical attacks F**KING HURT![/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=The Worlds Around]
[spoiler=The World That Kind of Is But Really Isn't]
 
 
 
 


The World That Kind of Is But Really Isn’t is a world consumed in the Dark Reaches. Like those that are home to it, it’s a world that was never meant to be. The lower reaches of this world is one enormous city, filled with skyscrapers. Bright neon lights are the only guides through the shadowed streets, where Shadow & Neo Shadow Heartless roam constantly.

One of the main attractions of the city is Memory’s Skyscraper, which is the tallest skyscraper in the town and the closest connection to The Castle That Really Isn’t. There are various crashed trucks blocking some of the streets, and a lot of damage done to the streets.

Squat in the middle of this world over an enormous circular chasm is The Castle That Really Isn’t; which is the power base of The Organization. The chasm is a natural barrier for the castle, as it makes it near impossible to enter the Castle, except by activating the energy bridges or by passing through a Corridor of Darkness.

The Heartless are most prevalent in the city, though some have made it into the Castle, where they are quickly dispatched by the multitudes of Nobodies that patrol the Castle.

This is a very dangerous world for outsiders, so expect heavy resistance the moment you step into it.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Slender Forest]
 
 
 


Slender Forest is a seemingly innocent forest permanently shrouded in night. Whilst the area itself is non-deadly, there is one area that MUST be avoided if you value your life.

Nestled within this forest is an area enclosed by a large fence. Inside this enclosure are various buildings and containers: There are various demountable cottages, a fully functional bath house and various construction vehicles, leading to the assumption that there had been some form of construction work going on in the area. Though, when you do find it, you’ll find the area strangely abandoned. And, when you do, you’re as good as dead.

As soon as you enter the area, you have already captured the attention of the Slenderman, a supernatural entity whose only supposed purpose is to hunt down intruders, and kill them. Whilst doing nothing doesn’t aggravate him, he will eventually come after you once you’ve spent enough time in the enclosure.

One of the most conspicuous things in this world are the 8 pages that litter key areas of the enclosure. Obtaining these pages tends to enrage the Slenderman, who hunts you relentlessly once you’ve obtained even one page. There may be some connection to the pages and the Slenderman, though, given the warnings on the page, the Slenderman may just be trying to hide its own existence from the world and what occurred in that area.

A dangerous world if you are unprepared, avoid at all costs.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=The Ethereal Plane]
 
 
 


The Ethereal Plane is an unusual zone not quite located in any of the three Realms. It has no definitive substances, direction or ways, and seems to serve as a land where physics can go screw themselves. This area is quite thick in magical essence, making it a suitable hideaway for magical folks. Well, of course it would derpface; the Ethereal Realm can only be accessed by a magic user, as there is no physical way one could enter this Plane.

The only known inhabitants of the Ethereal Plane are the Archons; crious beings composed purely of magical energy. It is not quite known whether these Archons are sentient, as they merely ruthlessly attack anyone they consider an intruder into the Ethereal Plane. And, just as a warning, if you AREN'T an Archon, you're an intruder.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Day 7]
[spoiler=Day 7.1: Fitting In]
Kaxej hadn’t slept much, he didn’t feel he needed to. Sufficed to say his physical activity had been quite slim over the past week, aside from the occasional visitations from Remix…

But, more important, he was more focused on waiting for Maxda. Today was the day of his first Mission, and he thought he could feel some kind of apprehension in performing it.

But then, he reasoned, it wouldn’t be too demanding. Even if they expect things of him they’d still ease him into it… surely.

*Knock-knock*

Odd, Maxda usually came through via a Corridor, but then, this was probably a special occasion.

Kaxej pushed himself off his bed and answered the door; he was right, Maxda was waiting. “Morning Kaxej.”

“Mornin.”

“Chipper. Okay Kaxej, today is the big day, your first Mission. Excited?”

Kaxej TOTALLY heard that little aside. “As I’ll ever be.”

“Good, now, today is a training exercise that will be highly useful in future missions, now then…”

Maxda raised his left arm and formed a Corridor. “Let’s go.”

He made a step towards the portal, but noticed Kaxej was still standing in the doorway. “Problem?”

“Didn’t you say I had a memory test to do before I want out?”

Maxda frowned a little and made a subtle eye roll. “You remembered it, you pass. Now then, let’s go.”

Maxda made a motion and this time Kaxej followed, albeit somewhat half-heartedly; maybe he was disappointed about the test being that easy. Either way, they departed for the Corridor and Kaxej’s first world.

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The sun was shining in amber, indicating that it was late in the afternoon wherever they were. But, seeing as how he hadn’t gotten much bright light, Kaxej had to shield his eyes with his black sleeve. “Did my coat always look like that?”

Once his eyes rather painfully adjusted to the daylight, Kaxej lowered his arm to his side. The light was still a little too bright, and he had to shake his head twice. His hair flipped freely in the air, and something jingled as his head shook. “Huh, so that’s what you look like underneath.”

Kaxej didn’t understand what Maxda meant until the sunspots went away. Maxda, was wearing a regimental overcoat of black, with a blue dragon snaking itself around his sleeves and body. By the looks of it, it began on his left sleeve, made its way three times around his arm before performing two loops across his back, before making it to the right sleeves, were it circled three times and came to rest at his sleeve. There was a second dragon that circled around the waist section of the jacket, joining up cleverly as buttons. It was impossible to see underneath the buttoned coat, so Kaxej noted his pants, which were made of the same black material, but had large blue flames spouting up from the pant line. His steel toed boots were pristine and highly polished. It was also noted that his sleeves looked a little wider than they should do.

“Where’s your coat?”

Kaxej felt at himself, and touched bare skin on his left arm. “And where’s mine?!”

Looking about wildly, he spotted a window nearby and peered at his reflection through it whilst Maxda laughed to himself.

Kaxej was wearing a gray jacket with a black sleeve on the right side, but the left sleeve had been taken completely off; it would have most likely have been white. The only thing on his left arm was a spiked leather band, which Kaxej thought was quite tacky. Underneath his jacket he was wearing a white and gray checked shirt, with, what appeared to be a chain with dog tags around his neck. It seems the left sleeve of the shirt had been taken off as well. Kaxej appeared to be wearing dark blue denim jeans, but half off the right leg had been taken off; the same appeared true for the left leg, except that tracksuit pant fabric had been expertly sewn on to replace it. He was wearing red, black and white not to mention unusually big and goofy sneakers. What was most noticeable, was that he was pale as all hell.

“Surprised?”

Maxda was smirking a little too broadly, he knew something. Kaxej however, nodded in bemusement. “Don’t get too panicky Kaxej, this is a property of our cloaks. When we enter a world where we know it’s best not to wear ridiculous black cloaks that would attract suspicion, they sort of, fade away, revealing our ordinary clothes underneath. That’s also a property of the cloaks: Being able to be worn over any article of clothing. They can also transform our clothes as necessary. This world is an example of the former, especially for this training exercise- are those dog tags?”

Maxda pointed at the breast area of Kaxej’s reflection, where four metal strips were hanging off a silver chain hanging from his neck. Kaxej reached for one and drew it to eye level. “Xiande.”

“Xiande?”

“Enzax… Lliaxson… Alecxn?”

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know… but… they seem familiar, somehow…”

Maxda thought about those names a little. His eyes became more focused as he seemed to reach a conclusion, then, they lit up widely. He made sure to cover that from Kaxej, no point rousing his suspicions. “Is this a bit too much for you? Do you want to go home?”

Kaxej shook his head and released the tag, which he tucked beneath the neckline of his shirt. “No, I’m fine. So, what are we doing?”

“This is pretty simple Kaxej, all you have to do is blend in.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah, all you need to learn today is not to attract attention to yourself, easy as. So, why don’t we start with an exhibition: Look around you.”

Kaxej turned from his window, and began to really notice his surroundings. He and Maxda were standing in an alleyway of an amber lit and rather cozy looking town. Many of the buildings were made of bricks, that seemed to be the same colour as the sunlight, though, that could just be the sunlight. “What is this place?”

“This is a place that boarders eternally on the sunset, a world that knows no light, only amber. Kaxej, I welcome you…”









 

“…to Twilight Town!”

Kaxej stared in awe a little, as if some bright flashy sign appeared and then quickly disappeared inexplicably. There were loud footsteps nearby, and Maxda looked down the stairs from where they were standing. “Here’s your first chance at being incognito.”

Maxda casually leant on a nearby wall, and motioned Kaxej to do the same. It wasn’t very comfortable, but, it was… incognito? Three kids near Kaxej’s age pounded up the stairs in some kind of rush. The leader type came first, his eyes clearly looking towards a prize only he could see. A girl followed after, she seemed nice. Finally, a dumpy looking kid who could swear you could hear candy shaking in his pants.

It was dumpy one though that noticed the duo, his pace slowing as he did. Maxda gave the kid a dark look and his pace hastened again. “It might be worth saying that sometimes you have to give people incentive to stop looking.”

The kids were out of sight, and all that was left was the wind again. Maxda pushed himself off the wall and then followed the staircase down. Kaxej followed after him, albeit carefully as stairs are dangerous.

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The stairs lead them to a large open area, with, whilst you couldn’t see it, there was definitely some kind of duelling square here. However, Maxda wasn’t interested in that, as he preferred the comfort of one of the nearby benches. His posture relaxed a little, as if the bench was the comfiest thing in the world. Kaxej didn’t feel that way about it course. “Maxda?”

“Yeah?”

“When you talked about our ordinary clothes… are they the clothes we were… defeated in?”

Maxda’s brow raised a little. “To my knowledge, yes. Course, there are some alterations here and there. My Somebody’s jacket didn’t have the dragons nor the blue flames on their pants.”

“Why was your Somebody dressed like that?”

Maxda leant back a little on the bench. “When I was still a Somebody, I used to serve in the local militia in my hometown, which was just one of many on my World. I was just an ordinary recruit, but the sergeant we worked for treated us special; like we were his kids or something. He worked us hard, but, we were always good friends at the end of the day… heh, I just remembered what the people of our town called us. We were called the Knights, because we did our best to look after the townspeople in a, well, I guess you could call it courageous and noble, that’s what they said. *Sighs* Of course, even with all our training and skill… we weren’t prepared for the Heartless…”

A haunted look overtook Maxda. “To an ordinary person, even a Shadow Heartless is a pretty tough fight. Most weapons barely do damage to them, or at all. When my World was overtaken, we stood no chance. We may as well have fought them with toothpicks for all the good they did. We lost so many citizens and other Militia members, until it was just my squad holed up in the last untainted building. My team mates fought hard, but they fell quickly to the Heartless. And then, like that, so too was our sergeant. In front of my own damn eyes no less!”

*THUMP!*

Maxda had pounded the bench with his fist. “After they took him, all that was left of him was his overcoat, which blew off in the attack. In my passion, I took up his jacket and dove into a battle I couldn’t win. I fought hard, but in the end, all was blackness. My hand clung to that jacket for dear life, and with it, I knew I couldn’t give up. I willed myself to believe I COULD NOT give up. That was when I surfaced as a Nobody. I had been spat out in the ruins of my world, the only survivor, or, so I thought. Surxkaz found me almost immediately, and adopted me into the ranks of the Organization as Number VIII. It was shortly after I was accepted did I learn that my world was gone, taken by the Heartless... I don’t regret what happened on that day, I don’t have the heart for it. Nor do I feel guilty either; we weren’t ready for the Heartless… none of us were. But, my existence will go on, until I can avenge those I’ve lost.”

Maxda was staring off into a distance only he could see; but that mattered little to Kaxej, who was in awe of his mentor. “He fights in the memory of his fallen friends. Maybe, these tags…”

They jingled lightly as Kaxej fished them from his shirt. Those four names, maybe, they were once people. “Maybe… I too fight for the people I’ve lost. These four names, maybe they were those my Somebody had lost before he became me.”

Maxda looked down at those four tags, the could spell doom… if Kaxej knew. “They could be. Maybe when your memory returns, you’ll remember.”

Kaxej looked up at the vibrant blue sky, and he gripped the tags tightly. “I hope so.”

Despite the melancholy of this moment, an amusing thought came to Kaxej’s mind. “My Somebody had terrible taste in clothing.”

Even Maxda had to chuckle at that remark.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 7.2: The Mysterious Trickster]
After their existential moment, the Nobodies had moved on up to the Train Station upon the highest hill in Twilight Town. The view was truly remarkable, as was the number of train lines running about. I mean seriously, ever hear of cars? They’re the latest thing y’know… unless they invented hover cars. Cause hover cars are cool.

Maxda and Kaxej were leaning on the wall that separated them from about a 50 foot fall to oblivion.

“So, this town is always at sunset?”

“Effectively. Probably makes sleeping a bit tough, what with eternal day and all.”

“Other worlds are weird.”

“Says the person who lives in a world that’s kept in eternal night?”

“I suppose.”

Kaxej’s ears wiggled a little, he could hear talking from behind him. Glancing back, he saw the kids from earlier. “It’s them again.”

“From before?”

“Yep.”

“Gonna snoop?”

“Yep.”

They remained quiet, for snooping time. “Come on Pence, you lost, pay up.”

“Oh come on Hayner, you made me pay last time too!”

“That’s because you lost last time too.”

They couldn’t see her, but, Kaxej figured that no doubt the girl was looking like Niax when Remix asks him a dumb question. “Come on Hayner, lighten up on him. You’ve already blown his allowance this week already.”

Let’s see, the angry sounding kid was probably folding his arms in annoyance, like when Remix talks to Xalbed. “Oh fine, I guess I’ll let it slide this time.”

The dumpy looking one was probably looking thankfully at the girl. “Thanks Olette.”

“They certainly get on quite well, don’t they?”

“Well, that’s just what friendship is; getting along well with people you care about.”

“Friendship?”

“Yeah, friendship, friends. Like what you and I have going. And what Remix tries to force on everyone else.”

“Food for thought.”

“Excuse me?”

Kaxej jumped up in fright, but Maxda was a touch more composed as he turned. Those three kids were looking at them strangely, especially the angry one. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t that a touch nosy?”

“And what if it is? We’ve never seen you before, so you must be new here.”

“And if we are, what do you care?”

The angry one folded his arms sternly. “We know all the happenings in this town, and two strangers in weird outfits showing up is certainly quite mysterious and- Hey, what are you doing? No stop *garbled*”

The girl had stepped up and gagged the angry one, which was good, he looked liked he was about to rant. “Sorry about Hayner, he’s a good boy, but he gets a little defensive around strangers. Oh by the way, I’m Olette. It’s nice to meet you two.”

The girl, err, Olette had pretty eyes, and she was kinda cute. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Olette. I’m Red, and this here is my little brother Kurtis. I assume the one you‘re currently suffocating is Hayner? And your little pudg- your friend here is Pence?”

Olette released Hayner after Maxd- Red’s revelation, he took a deep inhale and a rather dark look at her. “So, as Hayner was trying to ask, you two are new here. As shown by your outfits. So, where ya from?”

“We’re visiting a friend here in town, but we live in a town a long way away.”

Maxda was a little surprised at Kaxej’s quick thinking, but went along with it. “Yeah, though it’s only a short visit anyways. We’ll be leaving by the end of the day, not that you know what the end of the day is here.”

“That’s cool, I guess…”

He glanced at Olette, who was giving him a look he knew all too well. “Well, hope you enjoyed your stay here. We’ve got things to do, so, we hope to see you again.”

Hayner walked off a little huffy, and the other two had little choice but to follow him. They ran off down a side ally near the train station, probably going off on some little adventure. “They were nice, excellent lying by the way, very convincing. The vagueness was good as well.”

Kaxej shrugged a little, and leant back on the wall, a little far.

*Crash*

The masonry of the wall gave way, causing Kaxej to slip back off the cliff. Maxda reached for him over it, but failed to grab the boy as he fell. And without his Organization boots, he couldn’t fly after him.

From Kaxej’s view, Maxda was becoming smaller and smaller as the ground came nearer and nearer. Bracing for impact, Kaxej closed his eyes.

*Shoom*

The wind seemed to reverse in direction, brushing vertically downwards, instead of vertically upwards. Kaxej opened his eyes to see he was in the arms of… a Nobody?

It was flying at a rapid pace, and launched over the railing he toppled over and landed gracefully. Maxda was absolutely surprised by this occurrence. The Nobody released Kaxej to his feet and patted him kindly, or condescendingly.

It’s torso was V shaped, and limbless. It’s sleeves were hanging in mid-air, and were rather cone-like. They were flat sided at the shoulder, but expanded out to bell-like sleeves. They were handless in a certain sense, as floating just a little on the inside were two black claw-like hands, they were long and thin. It had thin wispy legs, ending in a pair of curled toed shoes. On close inspection, those curves were sharpened to a point. Floating above the torso was the head. It was V-shaped to, due to the two long tendrils sticking out of its head, they ended in two large balls, each sporting the jagged Nobody mouth. The black hat’s front sunk down on it’s face as point, ending below its upturned crescent eyes. It’s body was completely silver, however, its face was white and thes hat was pure black, an unusual twist for Nobodies.

It bowed to Kaxej, and vanished by spinning and turning 2D. Kaxej was still a touched stunned, mostly by a near-death experience, but Maxda seemed much more quizzical at this new Nobody. “What was that?”

“I don’t… know. I think it was my Elite.”

“It’s possible, I’ve never seen that breed before. Hmm, there must’ve been some loose Nothing around the area, and it formed a Nobody that could save you. So, what do you want to call it, since, I guess it’s yours.”

Kaxej looked off into the eternal sunset, and he knew in the heart that he didn’t have what the answer was. “I’ll call it the Trickster Nobody.”

There were loud footsteps, and Hayner, Pence, and Ollete were all running towards them. “That’s was AMAZING! What was that thing?”

“You saw that?”

“Yeah, we were on the clock tower when we saw Kurtis fall. We rushed down when we caught sight of that strange person, who seems to have saved him.”

“We don’t know what it was, but, it sure was lucky eh?”

“Totally, we may have a new mystery on our hands.”

“The Mystery of the Twilight Town Saviour.”

“Has a nice ring to it I think.”

“Whatever, if there’s a mystery, then we’ll be first to solve it. Come on guys, we should check the Tram Commons.”

There we go again, but, at least Pence waved as he ran off. As soon as they were out of sight, Maxda approached Kaxej. “Well, they’re nice. *Sighs* I think it’s about time that we went home, we’ve attracted too much attention, but, I’ll tell Surxkaz that you passed anyways.”

Kaxej smiled, and like that, they both vanished in dual Corridors of Darkness.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 8: Gonna Need a Montage]
Kaxej was waiting somewhat excitedly for Maxda to get him for the next mission. After the events of Twilight Town, Kaxej had found it to be a rather nice place. And, he wouldn’t mind getting another eye full of Ollete, mmmm, Ollete.

Kaxej’s daydream was interrupted by a knock at the door. He practically leapt off the bed to answer it, but, it wasn’t who he was expecting. Kaxej looked upon the face of despair. “Heya Kaxej!”

“Why are you here Remix?”

Remix tapped his nose, indicating it was a secret. “Maxda had some urgent business off-world, and his Superiority Complex asked me to bring you to him, he has a few questions regarding yesterday.”

There goes that secret. “Surely I could go myself.”

“Surxkaz said I was to specifically bring him to you, as I’m doing combat training with you after a few questions.”

It was at this point that Kaxej noticed the Corridor of Darkness behind Remix. This pause allowed Remix to grab Kaxej’s wrist and drag him through the portal. “Also don’t call me Shirley.”

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The portal spat them out at, surprise surprise, the Altar of Naught. Surxkaz was waiting patiently as Remix brought Kaxej to him. “Graceful as ever Remix. Though I do ask that you don’t try to yank the arm of the Key.”

Remix shrugged as he released Kaxej and took a few steps back, into obviously eavesdropping range. Surxkaz looked down at Kaxej, who was currently pushing himself up. “So Kaxej, I was told that you created an Elite Nobody yesterday.”

Kaxej straightened himself and dusted off some white dust from his robe. “I think so, the Trickster seemed to like me; but I’m not sure if he was really… mine.”

“I see. Have you attempted to call this, ‘Trickster’ to you at all?”

“I don’t know how.”

“Just, centre your mind on the Trickster, and attempt to call it through the many corridors of darkness that exist across worlds. It sound complicated yes, but in practise it truly isn’t.”

Kaxej gave Surxkaz a funny look, as he spoke the corridors as if they weren’t a noun. But, in any case, Kaxej thought about the Trickster: His design, his mannerism, his… tricksterness. But, there seemed to be no reply. “I can’t seem to find him, or, he’s choosing not to answer my call.”

Surxkaz nodded in satisfaction, before making a 90^o turn to look up at empty sky. “I see, then, that will be all. Remix, take Kaxej for his combat training in Twilight Town.”

Remix saluted and once more dragged Kaxej through a Corridor of Darkness. It closed behind him, and Surxkaz eyed a certain part of the darkness on the Altar.

It moved deftly, skirting across the cold metal until it pooled by Surxkaz; rising up to form Salix. “Search through the Corridors and find the Trickster; borrow the Beast Masters if necessary. I want this rogue Nobody captured before it can cause unnecessary harm to the other worlds, or to our reputation.”

The same low moan whispered across the air as Salix made a curt bow, before reducing herself to shadow and leaving the Altar.

Surxkaz, then continued to stare off into space. Seriously, what is up with that?

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Remix’s Corridor spat Kaxej & himself out into a lovely forested area. The trees were tall and their canopies lush, blocking out much of the sunlight from above.

Kaxej could feel the cool breeze that teased through the area, and the lack of light felt much more suitable. The scenery was much less active than the town, and felt much more serene. Kaxej could really feel much more centered here.

Glancing about, he almost had to stop himself laughing as he saw Remix.

Underneath the music mans coat, he wore a plain white button up shirt loosely tucked into long black pants; which was in turn held up by a black belt, with a gaudy belt buckle that read “It’s cool to *illegible*”. He had polished black shoes and, plain white socks. More amusingly, he was wrestling with a black tie, and it looked like it was winning. “Stupid, grrr, Hate this thing.”

Kaxej didn’t know why, but he just found Remix’s actual outfit completely hilarious. His stifled snorts were starting to get a little to loud, and Remix looked up from his foe. “What?”

“Your… your outfit. It’s the exact opposite of you!”

Remix grimaced at the mention of his attire, and with a deft stroke he loosened his tie so it hung loosely around his neck. “Things change when you become a Nobody.”

“Dare I ask?”

“I’ll tell you about it some time.”

“Alright, I guess. Remix doesn’t look to happy, maybe there is actual depth to him? Was it bad? When you were taken by the Darkness?”

Remix gave Kaxej a haunted look, but didn’t answer the question. It was kind of awkward, seeing Remix without humour, or amusement, or contentment, or… for the sake of reducing redundancy why don’t we just say that he didn’t have any positive qualities in his face, just some form of abstract pain and terror.

“So, combat training?”

The haunted look escaped Remix as a new subject came about. “Right, riggghhhttt, combat training. I’m supposed to see how well you swing your Keyblade. So, present?”

I am almost positive that that was a double entendre, but such a thing escapes Kaxej. He raised his right hand a little and the Keyblade formed in it. Light glimmered on it as a small pocket of sunlight breached the canopy.

His left hand then raised upwards, and bent a little, but remained forward. This position made it seem as if he was a… “I think that’s a fencing position.”

Kaxej shrugged as his arms dropped to his side. “What IS fencing?”

Remix looked to the ground and held a finger to his lips, indicating he was thinking. “Fencing involves wearing funny pants, having a moustache and using a sword so thin that Xelah would laugh it out of the room.”

“I… have none of those… Will I need them?”

Remix shook his head and right hand, make up your mind doode. “No no. Hmm, I guess maybe your Somebody was a fencer, so, you’ll probably pick it up quickly as your body remembers how to fight.”

Kaxej raised an eyebrow to the suggestion. “How will my body remember when I have no memory of my Somebody?”

Remix gave Kaxej a firm pat on the shoulder. “You’d be surprised what your body remembers… Now then, if we’re going to be practising, we’ll need music.”

His hand left Kaxej’s shoulder as he pulled out a CD from the recesses of… I’m not honestly sure where. Kaxej raised his brow at it.

“Just a little training music.”

He hurled it upwards and it stopped in midair. It began to spin wildly, generating a tune despite having nothing to play it on. It was loud, motivational; and above all, Disney.

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat, Heartless. Are you ready for this? Or will you, give in? You’re the saddest grunt, I ever met. But you can bet before we’re through; Kaxej I’ll, make a man, out of yooooo-oooouuuuu!”

Remix pointed to Kaxej to stand on one leg and to hold his arms out. He then hurled several discs out, and they landed on Kaxej’s fingers and head.

“Tranquil as stoned Xhona, but much higher within. Once you find your center, you will most like-ly win. You’re a spineless pale pathetic blot; and you have-n’t got a clue. Somehow I’ll, make a man, out of yooooo-oooouuuu!”

Kaxej was running away from Remix as he assaulted him with CDs. Peering out from behind a tree, he retracted it in panic as a whirring disc almost took his face off.

“I’m never gonna catch my breath; say goodbye to Maxda for me. Boy, was he dead in the head for hiring Rem.”

An ill-timed move caused one of Remix’s discs to hack of Kaxej’s cowlick. Then, for some reason, Niax and Xolrand were watching from a tree branch.

“This guy’s gonna be his death.”

“Bet he blows a hole right through him.”

“Know I really wish I knew just why we’re here.”

“(Be a man.) You must be swift like yer run-ning from Xelah. (Be a man!) With all the force of Xolrand’s hatred. (BE A MAN!) With all the strength of Xhona’s heroine. Mysterious as the dark side of SAAAAALLLLL-LLLLIIIIXXXXIX!”

Kaxej was standing alone in a clearing, and he nimbly dodged a disc, but then several came at him, barely missing his skin, but they still buzzed his outfit. Remix watched from the shade and shook his head.

“Time is racing t’ward us; til the end, of day. Heed my able orders, and we’ll get, sundaes. You’re unsuited for your next encore. So sit down, shut up and rest. Whilst I’ll try, to make a man, out of yooooo-oooouuuuu!”

Kaxej sat nursing a cut to his face, but determination burned in his eyes, and he forced himself up. A disc noticed his movement and went after him. With clear eyes he trusted forward with the Keyblade and shattered it.

“(BE A MAN!) You must be swift like yer run-ning from Xelah. (Be a man!) With all the force of Xolrand’s hatred. (BE A MAN!) With all the strength of Xhona’s heroine. Mysterious as the dark side of SAAAAALLLLL-LLLLIIIIXXXXIX!”

Remix came back to the clearing, and found all his discs smashed, with Kaxej standing determinedly. Remix grinned several more discs were launched, and Kaxej went after them.

“(BE A MAN!) You must be swift like yer run-ning from Xelah. (Be a man!) With all the force of Xolrand’s hatred. (BE A MAN!) With all the strength of Xhona’s heroine. Mysterious as the dark side of SAAAAALLLLL-LLLLIIIIXXXXIX!”

For some reason Kaxej and Remix were atop a cliff in a storm. A thunderbolt struck as Remix finished the last chord. Which would have been epic course, except for the fact that this was all written in italics, which means it was a mental sequence and wasn’t actually happening.

Kaxej was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Remix had stopped talking for a strange reason, but he had left his hand on Kaxej’s shoulder. Plus, he was sporting an extremely creepy look on his face. “R- Remix?”

No response. “Remix? REMIX!”

Remix snapped out of his dream sequence and looked at Kaxej. “What is it?”

“Aren’t we going to train?”

“Dude, we were training, all day in fact. Weren’t you paying attention to the montage in my head?”

3... 2... 1...

“Oh.”

Remix let go of Kaxej’s shoulder and gave a dejected look. That montage was pretty cool he thought, damn it all, why did all the epic things go on in his head?

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll just have you do some thrusts at some of my CDs… then, we’ll get sundaes.”

Kaxej didn’t know what a sundae was, but, if Remix was getting excited about it, he dreaded them completely.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 9: Ars Magicka]
Kaxej was sitting cross-legged on his bed; in his hands was a semi-blank book. It was pure-white in colour, with thornlike black trim running along the outer frame.

Remix had called it a ‘diary’ after he gave it to Kaxej whilst they had sundaes: They were not as fearsome as Kaxej suspected. Remix had gone on to say that you put personal feelings and thoughts into one.

Of course, there was one thought that boiled in the back of Kaxej’s mind: Why?

Remix had never shown this level of consideration before, so, Kaxej had to assume that someone else had told (ordered(?)) him to give it to Kaxej. Of course, then came a second why? Nobodies don’t have real thoughts, so, what would be the point?

Then came the answer: Just humour them, you might like it.

Rolling across the pages, Kaxej landed on his first and only entry, which he had written after he came back to the Castle.

“Day 8 (of my life),

So, Remix gave me this ‘Diary’, though, I don’t know why he would. The Superior might have made him, I don’t know. He says to put my thoughts and feelings into it, but, I don’t think I have the heart for the latter :). I think that’s humorous, it’s something Maxda would say. Maxda… I had the weirdest dream about him last night. For some reason, me and him were both naked in a bathtub. Maybe I should ask him about it -.-? Nah, it might be awkward, like, Remix awkward… Wow, he really is the butt of jokes, isn’t he > :???: Although, between you and me diary, I honestly did want to see what that montage going on in his head was. He made it sound interesting. Oh well, time for dinner. Maybe I’ll write in you again :P.

~Kaxej”

He closed the book gently and returned it to his nightstand; there was a polite tapping on his door. “That doesn’t sound like Maxda or Remix.”

Rolling off his bed, he went to open the door. As it opened, he was blasted by cold air. “Good morning Kaxej.”

Kaxej’s face had been frozen in a surprised expression. His teeth began to silently chatter. “Niax, w-why are you h-h-here?”

Niax dipped a hand into his sleeve and withdrew an ornate looking book with unreadable scribbles drawn on it. “The Superior has ordered you to have a lesson in magic; and seeing as how I am the most skilled of the Organization in magic, I will be teaching you.”

“Well, at least he’s not Remix. T-T-That’s great Ni-Ni-Ni-Niax. Umm, c-could you turn off the AC?”

Niax complied, and the air about instantly warmed up. “My apologies, sometimes I forget to deactivate my Aura of Cold.”

Kaxej heaved a sigh of relief, which, thankfully, he couldn’t see this time. “Thank you. So, where will you be taking me?”

“I wished to take you to a special room here, but, the Superior has demanded that I take you outside for some, ‘fresh air’ as he calls it. But, specifically, he just wants you out of the castle. Therefore, I will take you to a special zone where can train in peace.”

Instead of summoning a Corridor, Niax instead withdrew an ornate book from beneath his cloak. It opened in his hand and the pages flipped through autonomically, until it landed on a specific page. “PORTUS!”

A ring appeared underneath them and they were gone in a bright column of light.

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A twisting plane, of netherous colours and undefinable structures. A shimmering silver bubble formed on one of the few (solid) landmasses that existed in this place.

When the bubble was human sized, it burst loudly, releasing Niax and Kaxej to it. Kaxej stumbled a little, his colours shifting as if moving in slow motion. When he got stable, he noted the unusual way his matter moved. “What is this place?”

His voice echoed, despite there being nothing to bounce the sound off. “This is a very special zone that lies beyond the realms of light and darkness. I call this place…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


…the Ethereal Plane. A realm of pure energy, where a magic user can truly feel at home. I felt it would be an excellent choice for magic training.”

“That’s… very… interesting.”

Kaxej was extremely distracted by the colours that twisted and turned in the far off distance, or was it close. The place was impossible to focus on. “Try not to look too hard, the place can steal your mind if you don’t guard your mind to it. It’ll also make good practise alongside magic. Speaking of which, this is for you.”

Niax drew another book from his coat, but this one was much newer and less ornate than his own. Kaxej accepted it and flipped through a few pages. “This spellbook contains various spells, but, you won’t be able to use most of them until you get a bit stronger. Though right now you should be able to use the most basic four magic: Fire, Blizzard, Thunder and Cure.”

Kaxej had stopped flipping through the pages of his book to listen to Niax. He had stopped conveniently on a page depicting a small fire. Kaxej held it up so Niax could see it. “You mean like this?”

The magic man nodded. “Indeed, the symbol of the Fire spell is a small flame. Now, to cast magic, each spell has a trigger word to allow you to cast it. Fire’s trigger is very simply ‘Fire’. I guess the powers that be that crafted the spell decided to make it idiot-proof. In any case, I want you to test out the casting of Fire on some ice targets.”

Niax raised his arms up, and the AC went back on. Kaxej took a few steps back to get out of the way of the blast. Discs of ice formed around Niax, each with crevices in the shape of actual target rings.

Sweeping his arm, Niax guided the targets skywards, before positioning them out in the greater beyond. They gently bounced up and down, just waiting to die. “I want you to use Fire to destroy those targets. You can either use your Keyblade, or your hands to cast. I suggest your hands, as then you’ll be practised for it if you ever get disarmed. Now you can keep your arm straight, or sweep it. Fire spells tend to home in, so, even swinging too wide won’t be overly detrimental. Just know though that the book has limited charges of the magic, so try not to be overzealous with your casting. Further know that the magic you cast won’t last forever, so there is a certain distance the spell will go before it fades away. Yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah…”

That wasn’t boredom talking btw, Niax actually said that. “Wait, what?”

Niax sighed in exasperation. “I said that you can begin now. Please listen when I give exposition.”

Niax shook his head a little whilst Kaxej walked to the edge of the platform. He clasped the book firmly on his left arm as he held his arm level with the first target. “FIRE!”

A sphere of flame burst from his hand, and trawled at a moderate speed towards the target. Yeesh, for fire, it certainly does take it’s sweet time. Eventually, it met up with the target, burning straight through it and fading away. The hole left widened as excess heat burned it away.

Kaxej turned his head at Niax and was grinning widely. Niax in turn nodded slowly. “Very good Kaxej, now, try the other targets using the other spells. See that target I hid behind those floating rocks over there?”

Niax pointed to a trio of floating rocks a slight distance away. “No.”

“Well, I want you to cast Blizzard to hit it. The Blizzard spell moves in quick bursts, making it useful for hitting slower or stationary targets. Or those hidden behind obstacles. Between each burst, you can control the ice, to change it’s direction. I want you to manoeuvre the spell past those rocks to hit the target. To cast Blizzard, it’s trigger word is ‘Deep Freeze’. Yet another wonderful addition to magic for dummies. Well, what are you waiting for? Cast boy, cast.”

With Niax’s coaxing, Kaxej flipped through the pages until he came across a snowflake image. Assuming this as the Blizzard page, Kaxej held his arm straight. “DEEP FREEZE!”

A small block of ice formed a few centimetres from his fingers and it took off, going straight towards the rocks. After one quick burst, Kaxej focused on the block. It went straight, he had missed the timing.

Trying again, he managed to change the blocks direction, just one burst away from shattering on the rock. Guiding it, he managed to sneak it through a gap in two of the rocks, but then, the control was gone. “You lost control of the spell, and it hit a rock by the looks of it, cast again.”

Kaxej stretched his arm out, til it was almost horizontal. “DEEP FREEZE!”

Another block formed, and it slowly made it’s way to the cluster. However, this time he arched it to the left, slipping it past the other side. Focusing hard, the ice continued until…

*Crash!*

It managed to connect with the target. Kaxej sighed with relief, flying blind is tedious. Niax made three polite claps. “Well done Kaxej, Blizzard is a rather tough one to use, but now, you will use what is perhaps the easiest of the trio to use, in terms of utility. This spell is called Thunder, and it drops a bolt of lightning onto a target, and, if you’re lucky, it may splash off and hit those next to it. Now, Thunder has no trigger, instead, you focus the magic in your hand or weapon, and then focus it into the enemy. A bolt of lightning will drop on them from the sky. Now then, see that target that is lying horizontal some distance away?”

Niax pointed off in a seemingly random direction, and lo, some distance away was an ice disc, lying perfectly flat. Kaxej saw it and nodded. “Use Thunder to destroy it.”

Kaxej licked his index finger before flipping through the book, until he came across the symbol of a lightning bolt. Focusing on the symbol, Kaxej kept his hand clenched tight. The symbol seemed to react to his concentration, and for a brief moment, a sphere of electricity formed around his hand. But, it was gone before he could cast. “You must be quick, lightning doesn’t stay for long.”

Kaxej nodded sternly and tried again. Focusing on the symbol again, the sphere formed. Instantly he turned his attention to the disc and pointed at it. A lightning bolt arched down from the netherous sky and destroyed it outright. Niax applauded again. “Very good Kaxej. If you can react quickly, Thunder can be a valuable asset. Now then, the fourth spell is- Oh god. GET DOWN!”

Niax dashed like a madman and tackled Kaxej to the ground. A sphere of energy launched overhead. Niax growled in annoyance as he looked off to the distance; where, several blinking lights were floating. Pulling himself up, Niax withdrew his own spellbook. It landed on the image of a dodecahedron, with a green circle surrounding it. “GREAT SHIELD!”

Immediately, the dodecahedron and green sphere surrounded the island they were standing on. It’s very presence seemed to annoy the blinking lights, who began launching a barrage of energy bolts at it. Kaxej pushed himself up, but hissed at a sharp pain in his leg, causing him to stumble to the ground. Pushing aside the bottom of his coat, he found a small damp patch on his leg. But, that wasn’t exactly his top priority. “WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?!”

“Archons. They’re the so-called guardians of the Ethereal Realm, and, they aren’t exactly fond of outsiders; especially me. They’re made purely of energy, so, they can only be injured by magic, as most weapons just phase through them. Are you injured?”

Kaxej looked down to his grazed knee, and nodded; his features being lit up by the explosions caused by the energy striking the slowly cracking shield. “Alright, listen carefully, as these Archons are very agitated. I will send you back to the Castle, and when you get there, you will use the Cure spell. It’s a healing spell and is the most effective spell any mage could possibly have. It’s trigger is ‘Heal’. Be sure to keep your casting hand near where you want healed. Now then, be ready.”

After a large barrage of shots, the Archons began charging for their next assault. Using this, Niax dropped the barrier and pointed at Kaxej. “PORTUS!”

Like that, he was gone in a column of light, leaving Niax to face the Archons alone. His arctic energy pooled in his hands, forming the shaft of his weapon.

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There was a bright column of light in Kaxej’s room, and he was left sitting there on the floor. Following Niax’s orders, Kaxej flipped through his book to the image of a leaf. He assumed this was the Cure spell.

He placed his right hand on his leg, wincing a little from the pain. “HEAL!”

There was a warm green light on his leg, and in an instant the pain was gone. He moved it about experimentally, but, the pain was completely gone. The stain was still there though.

Satisfied, Kaxej stood up and stared at the book, and then, out his window. “I hope Niax is alright.”

Of course he will be Kaxej, I can’t kill off an Organization member so soon anyways.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 10]
[spoiler=Day 10.1: Shopping Trip]
Kaxej’s day had started out slow, but, the morning picked up just after breakfast, when a Dusk visited his room, much to his own surprise.

They tend to pop out randomly, and it doesn’t honestly help when they burst out of your cupboard the second you just opened it.

After Kaxej picked himself up after tripping over his side table AND bed, he addressed the Nobody. “What do you want?”

The zipper on its mouth moved without aid, opening its gaping soulless mouth. It spoke in a way that made it seem as if it wasn’t talking at all.

“You are requested for a meeting in the White Room. Attendance is mandatory, by order of the Superior.”

It slipped back through its little void and was gone like that. Seeking no other option, Kaxej tuned in to a Corridor of Darkness and took a quick trip to the Chatroom.

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*Shoom* Kaxej was the seventh to arrive in the Chatroom, having been beaten by Salix, Xalbed, Niax, Hexus, Laxl’mew and Braxielg. Niax’s arm was in a sling, and had been like that ever since Salix looked at him after he escaped from The Ethereal Plane.

Shortly thereafter Kaxej’s appearance, Maxda appeared in his throne; which provoked Kaxej to wave to him. And Maxda gave a slight, if tired wave back.

Meanwhile, Braxielg was lowering his chair to be level with Kaxej. You could feel the campness radiating off him. “I see you are fitting in well with the other members.”

In all honesty, Kaxej didn’t want to talk to Brax, but, he did pull rank. “Yes. They’re, nice.”

“Interesting. Maxda has shown some rather, special interest in you.”

Okay, that’s just plain creepy you damn paedophile. Kaxej gripped his armrests a little too tightly. “We’re just friends.”

Braxielg tutted loudly with his tongue, it was creepy and moist sounding. “Just friends huh? That’s no good Kaxej. You have to get in now before his eyes start to stray.”

Kaxej didn’t know what Brax was alluding to, but all you kiddies at home know, don’t you? You sick f**ks! “Wh-what?”

Braxielg laughed loudly, it was high pitched and shrill.

*SHOOM*

His laugh was silenced by the appearance of Xolrand. As well, Brax put his hand up to the side of his hood, to act as if he couldn’t see Xol. I wonder what happened off-screen?

*Sho-Shoom*

Xhona and Xelah made their appearance, followed quickly by Remix, who waved frantically to Kaxej, who in turn held his hand up to the side of his face, so he couldn’t see Remix. Instead, he focused on the chair directly opposite him, Surxkaz’ chair.

Being the Superior, he was by default supposed to arrive last, something he seemed to enjoy no doubt.

*Shoom*

Surxkaz appeared in a Corridor of Darkness, but, he was standing, as opposed to sitting. Everyone’s attention was on him, oi vei, this was going to be a long day. “I understand that you do not know why I have called you here, save for a select few. I have called this most important meeting to discuss a recent event.”

Salix snapped her fingers loudly, and the lights went out in the White Room, save for a bright glow from the Nobody Symbol on the circle below. Its glow intensified as it unleashed a blast of light, creating a holographic sphere halfway up the Room.

It was planetoid, with two moons orbiting it. “A new world I presume? Dare I ask what makes it so important?”

The sphere homed in on the surface, showing various wrecked buildings. “This world has recently attracted our attention, due to an absurdly large concentration of Heartless that has appeared there recently. According to the data collected by Salix and the Dusks, we have learned of the unstable nature of the world, and that it will fall into the darkness very shortly. Much of the population has been eliminated, leaving several small clusters of life left. Because the planet will soon be laid to waste, I find it imperative that we strip whatever supplies and items we deem necessary from it before it is destroyed.”

The room was quiet as the hologram faded and the light returned, for about five seconds.

“Are you, saying that we’ll be looting a dead planet?”

“Do you find something offensive about that?”

“Well, no, I don’t, I guess. It’s just that it seems a little, off.”

“We have been running a little low on some supplies, especially certain raw elements. And of course weapon materials; because someone needs to keep repairing his Mythril Blade.”

Xalbed, immediately flipped Niax off. “I run the armoury. Unlike you, not all of us can just create our weapons from thin air.”

“Well maybe if you just stuck to conventional weaponry instead of an unbreakable blade that BREAKS all the time, maybe we’d have more Synthesis materials. Just how many Mythril Crystals went into making that blade of yours?”

“How many materials went into making those Ethers JUST so you can recharge those spellbooks!?”

Niax rose from his throne in fury. “I AM PROVIDING A SERVICE TO THE ORGANIZATION AND TO MAGIC IN GENERAL!”

“Guys, chill already. you’re annoying his Superiority over here. And you’re harshing the mellow.”

Xhona’s intervention was timely, as Niax was about to hurl several large ice spikes at Xalbed, who was going to hurl several floating blades at Niax. Lowering their weapons, they both looked to the Superior, who had folded his arms and was lightly tapping his sleeve. “Oh, you ARE aware that others are present? If you are quite done behaving like children, I will assign roles to those who WILL be going on this mission.”

Kaxej looked hopeful to the idea, he would love to go to yet another world. “Due to the instability of the world, and the vast number of Heartless present; only the most senior members of the Organization will partake of this mission. Xolrand and Xalbed, you will be on guard duty, to prevent… incident. Salix and Xhona will be the excavation team, to search for survivors and/or valuables that are hidden by rubble. Niax, you will be in charge of the inventory, all loot will be run by you. Maxda and Hexus, you will be in charge of observation and looting; but, do know that you must only bring back essentials. You all have your mission and your roles, and you have one hour to prepare for it. You are all dismissed.”

The Organization left quickly, except for Kaxej and Surxkaz. “You have something you wish to inquire?”

“Why did you send only half the Organization. Surely having us all there would allow for better… umm, raiding.”

“Do not misinterpret me Kaxej. I place trust in all members of this Organization; however, I have varying degrees of trust. The Senior Members of the Organization have proven themselves extremely capable; and so I place my trust in them for a dangerous mission like this. They may not have personalities that agree with each other, but they do know not to displease me. They put the mission first, and their petty squabbles second.”

Kaxej guessed that made sense. “One more thing: What do you mean by ‘essentials’.”

Under his hood, Surxkaz sneaked a small smile. “Anything, that isn’t nailed down.”

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Maxda was lying on his bed, staring at the clock that hung on the opposing wall. There was nothing he really needed to prepare for, as he had already told Rexid to alert the Warriors of their mission.

He had tried to maybe catch some sleep, but it eluded him. So, he spent it mostly tapping on the rungs of his bed. There was a light knocking on his door; but Maxda didn’t even bother to raise himself from his bed “Yeah?”

“It’s Kaxej Maxda, can I come in?”

“Fine.”

The door opened automatically and Kaxej entered. Maxda could easily tell that the young Nobody was taken a little aback by his abode. It was easily twice the size of Kaxej’s own room, with a speaker system set-up along the upper echelons of the roof. Plus, there was a kickass 34” HD TV sitting opposite Maxda’s bed… well, it would be kickass, if there wasn’t currently an axe stuck in the screen. But, what interested Kaxej the most was that there was a full sized refrigerator tucked away in a corner.

“Wow.”

Maxda smiled a little, Kaxej was always so easy to amaze. “What do ya want Kaxej?”

“I came to wish you good luck on your mission.”

“That’s nice of you, but…”

Maxda easily read the look of longing on Kaxej’s face. “…I can’t bring you with me. The Superior would skin me alive if I put you into any real danger.”

Kaxej’s face slumped at that, and he sat down on the very side of Maxda’s bed. “It must be nice, being respected by the Superior.”

Oh boy. “The Superior does respect you Kaxej, it’s just that you’re still young and inexperienced in battle. We just don’t want you there being a liability should the Heartless attack. The same goes for the others. The Seniors have had a lot of experience in combat and investigation, and we can put our skills to their best use without worrying about you Juniors. Besides, it’s just a dead world anyways. Dunno why you’d be so desperate to go there.”

Kaxej sighed through his nose, his nostrils whistling. “I guess it’s just the thrill of going to a new world.”

“You’ll get your chance Kaxej, but now, patience is best. And don’t worry, I’ll bring you back something nice.”

Kaxej smiled. “Thanks.”

Maxda smiled back, before looking at the clock: It was almost time. “It’s time for me to go Kaxej, so, why don’t you go play with Lax or Remix. Or, I dunno, play dress-up with Brax.”

Still lying down on his bed, Maxda vanished through a Corridor, leaving Kaxej alone in his room. His eyes turned towards the axe. “I think that’s Xolrand’s.”

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Once the hour was up, the seven all congregated back in the White Room. Niax’s chair was currently sitting as the highest, and was obviously demanding attention. ‘I trust we’ve all made our preparations.”

Everyone (vis Salix) let out a monotone yes. “Look, this is the third raid we’ve done Niax, this isn’t new to us. Let’s just go.”

Xolrand left in a Corridor, followed swiftly by Xalbed and Hexus. Seeing little choice, the other four left as well.

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All that was found on the other side of the Corridor was pure decimation. They had warped in at what was supposedly a small town, but, you wouldn’t figure that. Most of the buildings were trashed, and the roads were shattered beyond repair. The very sky was clouded by dirt, giving everything an orange tinge and a choking environment. Thankfully, they all had their hoods up (including Maxda, who had done his on the journey there). The most noticeable thing was the complete lack of bodies or bloodshed.

Xalbed kicked at a rock by his feet; it rolled along the ground, clacking at every bit of broken soil and road. “What a waste.”

“That’s what happens when the Heartless invade. Though by the looks of it, the populace didn’t stand a chance. It must have been an all-you-can-eat buffet for the Heartless.”

There were traces of humour in Hexus’ words, not that any of them would morally object to him finding this funny. “It doesn’t matter; their loss is our gain. Now divide up into your assigned teams and begin work. We only have so long before the Heartless locate the Keyhole.”

Finding their parts, the party split up, though, Xolrand’s hood was tilting side to side, and he was making a noise that almost sounded like a mockery of what Niax just said.

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Xalbed and Xolrand were walking briskly through the suburbs. Most of the houses were in complete ruins; there were no doubts that Large Body Heartless had been here. “Look at this dump. This is what happens when a world doesn’t even try to defend itself. I’ll be glad when this embarrassing lump is erased.”

They both leapt across an enormous gash in the ground. “They may have.”

“May have what?”

“Defended themselves.”

Xolrand made the pfft noise as they navigated through several wrecked cars. “Please, even if they did, with the amount of damage here they probably defended themselves with toothpicks and hair gel.”

They were moving into the more retail part of the town; thankfully here most of the buildings were alright. “Not everyone is a warrior.”

“Yeah, but not everyone is a pussy fa**** who fights with flowers.”

“Xhona tricked you into gardening again?”

“What? No!”

“Then explain.”

“I was insulting hippies you moron.”

Xalbed held his arm out, blocking Xolrand from moving. His head was darting about, scanning for trouble. “Heartless?”

Xalbed nodded, prompting Xolrand to stamp the ground. It crumbled beneath it, and an axe rose from it’s earthy grave. Xolrand took it up and slung it onto his shoulder. Xalbed, on the other hand, merely summoned ten floating blades of various sizes and designs. They floated above him like a terrifying halo.

*Clank! Clank! Clank!*

“Soldiers.”

“Good, I’m tired of Shadows.”

Far up ahead was a crossroads, and coming along the presumably main road was a large swarm of strange creatures in blue jumpsuits. The clanking sound coming from their ill-fitted helmets. However, leading them was an enormous variant in a dark green jumpsuit. He was also flanked by a pair of slight smaller, but still larger than normal Soldier look-alikes in black.

“Pfft, just a Commander and a pair of Sergeants.”

“Bout 50 Soldiers.”

“And?”

Xalbed didn’t say anything, proving a point… I think. The Heartless weren’t paying attention to them as they marched across the road.

*CRASH!*

That was the sound of a large boulder being hurled at the squad of Soldiers, taking out about 12 of the them; their captured Hearts floating off into the void. This certainly got their attention, as they changed direction and went after the perps. The perps in question, seemed to relish the idea. “There’s about forty-one of them left, first to twenty-one. Sound good?”

Xalbed didn’t answer, as he had already skewered several of the Soldiers that got ahead of the squad. Xolrand rolled his eyes as he leapt into the fray. “The Commander is worth ten points!”

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Maxda and Hexus were in the supposed trade district of the town, and were catching up a little. “You don’t visit anymore.”

Maxda had his eyes forward, they weren’t actively searching though, as that creates the risk of looking at Hexus. “I told you Shue, it’s over between us.”

Hexus power walked ahead and stood in Maxda’s way. “I don’t think it is, Adam. A friendship is over when intimacy is…”

Hexus took one step and became uncomfortably close to Maxda. “…and intimacy does tend to involve us using the names of who we are. I know you haven’t let go of the past Adam.”

Maxda pushed Hexus away forcefully, he needed his space. “The PAST is all we have Hexus. But, our past was a mistake. It was one time, and we both regretted it. It’s. Over!”

Hexus folded his arms and turned his head, only half looking at Maxda. “It’s Kaxej, isn’t it?”

Well, that came out of nowhere, except if you are a fan girl, then you’ve already WRITTEN about it and you should feel ashamed.

“Wh-WHAT?! Where did that even COME from Hexus? I was put in charge of Kaxej by order of Surxkaz. There’s nothing there but duty to the Organization!”

“So, your, ‘friendship’ with him is a lie then?”

“I TOLD YOU to stop using your Alchemists to spy on my Missions.”

“Actually, the Dusks told me. But, same results. You aren’t being honest with him Maxda.”

“Oh, like you’re the one to preach honesty. Were you the one to come forward when you accidentally leaked intel of the Organization to that world?”

“It was a matter that got cleaned up in the end with minimum damage.”

“Oh please, I know you have it in for us, and me, ever since we joined the Organization. Hexus, what we had never existed. Get over it.”

Maxda pushed himself past Hexus to continue his mission. Hexus, stood there for a moment before following, maintaining at least ten steps behind Maxda.

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Xhona was sitting by a pile of rubble whilst Salix stared at another one. They hadn’t done anything much yet, but that was because Salix took charge. “Found anything yet?”

Salix’s hood tilted from side to side, indicating no. Checking his seat, Xhona leant back onto the rubble, finding a comfy niche. “Take your time.”

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Niax was looking down at his log book with irritation, as he would, as it was being held by a Dusk, and they do have a tendency to twitch a little. “Would you HOLD THE BOOK STEADY!”

The Dusk sized up, allowing Niax to write something down. After achieving this, he looked up at the pile of fruit and vegetables in front of him. There were several Dusks nearby, clinging to bundles of food. “Okay, okay, I’m good. Now then, exactly HOW many apples did you collect so far?”

“Our current tally is about a hundred and thirty-eight red ones, with about fifty-two green ones.”

Niax marked it down in the log book, before addressing the Dusk that had brought a cow. “We don’t need that alive. Take it somewhere sanitary and have a Barbarian chop it up; then return the meat to the cool room.

The Dusk nodded and guided the cow away. Niax scribbled something down in the book and addressed two of the Dusks. “Take the total apples to the kitchen, and put them into fruit storage. I don’t CARE for what variety it is, leave that to the Alchemists or Salix, just get them moving.”

The Dusks bowed and one of them sank into a small circle of darkness. After a go to wave from beneath the surface, his buddy began hurling the apples into the circle. Satisfied, Niax marked apples off in his book and continued, until…

A gray circle appeared on the ground, and wiry thorns coiled up into a egg shape, before fading, leaving behind an interesting being. It had a human-like silver coloured head, with no eyes, though, there was a black ring about where its eyes would be. A single ribbon like tag extended from the back of its head and trailed down, floating a little in the air. The tag ended in point much like the Organization’s symbol. Covering its lower head was a large black colour that was folded over. The front side of it had a long zipper running down to the bottom of the fabric.

The fabric of the collar ended up just on its torso, forming a small lotus like poncho. Two of the petals rested upon each of its shoulders, whilst the other two were much longer and flowed down its back. Its shoulders were pointed, as if it were wearing shoulder pads, whilst its sleeves were thick and ended with lotus like points at the end. It had four fingers on each hand. The right hand had a pure black Organization symbol, and the right had a pure white one. Its torso was rather ridged, appearing somewhat flat and almost human-like. The Organizations symbol was inverted, with the rounded part resting on its chest and going down to the midsection, which was much thinner and had the side points of the symbol wrapping around it and meeting in the middle of its back. The slim midsection extended into a large slanted point, that was the entirety of its legs. The blade-like lower it had was somewhat thin.

The Nobody floated for a bit, before it’s lower section divided into two legs with needle like points. It landed and bowed to Niax. “Yes Brother of the Black Cloth?”

“We found it.”

Niax dropped his pen into the crease of the book. “I see, were there any survivors?”

The Nobody shook its head. “Negative master. Seems the inhabitants holed up in there, and burnt the books for warmth. The remaining ones were damaged in a battle. No remains were found.”

Niax groaned in annoyance as another Nobody of similar appearance appeared, however, it worth a white mantle, as opposed to the black of the other one. “My lord, we found another, ‘supermarket.”

“How many time have I told you Brothers of the White Cloth to STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!?”

“Sorry.”

Niax was panting slowly, but, calmed himself. “Okay, now, what did you say?”

“We located another supermarket.”

“Then why didn’t you just send some Dusks to begin collection?”

“I did, I just felt it best that you know.”

“Your consideration is noted. Now, both of you Sages, return back to leading the Dusks. We’re fighting time here.”

Both Sages bowed and vanished into their respective portals. Niax shook his head and returned attention back to the nearby Dusks, and found that the pile had grown. He sighed audibly and went back to his book.

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Xalbed and Xolrand weren’t even panting after they had simultaneously skewered the Commander, which they had left til last. ‘I totally got that.”

Xalbed shrugged, his attention diverted by a nearby building. It was in near pristine condition, but, what was on display was the more interesting detail. He bumped Xolrand on the shoulder whilst he was bragging. He reacted appropriately. “WHAAA-AAT!?”

Xalbed pointed at the building, which Xolrand turned sarcastically to follow. “Is that a…?”

Xalbed nodded in affirmation. Xolrand balled his fists in joy. “Oh, this is perfect. HEY LOSERS!”

His powerful voice echoed across the devastation. “WHAT?!”

“I FOUND SOMETHING!”

“WELL SPILL IT!”

Xolrand took a deep inhale for this one. “IT’S AN UNDAMAGED APPLICANCE STORE!”

They didn’t call back.

*SHOOM*

That was the sound of five simultaneous Corridors, as the other members literally ran out of them. “Where is it?!”

Xalbed pointed at the store, and all were in awe of its size. However, XOlrand was first to notice that they were still just standing there marvelling at it. “What the hell are we waiting on? Are waiting for it to ask us out? Let’s get in there. Daddy needs himself another fridge.”

And with that, they all ran towards it like a kid runs towards a toy store.

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They were very lucky, as this wasn’t just an appliance store, it was a general electronics store. Each of them divided up and already had Dusks hauling appliances out back to the castle.

Niax himself had found a small area devoted to a flat electronic device, called an ‘iPad’. The curious device had made him seriously question the validity of spell books. He really would have to talk to Xalbed about working together to create a spellPad.

Xhona however, wasn’t really interested in all the teknulohgee, and took to exploring the store, especially the back area. Upon coming into the worker’s room, he could feel, a presence. Following it, he came to a backdoor; which lead out into a fenced off yard.

The area was mainly hard dirt, and the only way out was a large metal gate. It was used for deliveries most likely, but now it was just mangled and hanging off its hinges. But, that’s not what interested Xhona. No no, it was the small wooden house in the corner of the yard.

Xhona approached it, and soon found that there was something living there. A rather mopy and dishevelled looking Labrador was lying in the house. It was uniformly golden in colour, was looking quite dirty and scruffy.

It wasn’t moving, and barely noticed, or more likely, didn’t care that Xhona was there. This allowed him to get face-to-face to it per say. He crouched down to get a good look, and in an instant, he knew why it was there. “HEY GUYS, GET OUT HERE!”

It took only five minutes for the other members to finally get bored enough to pile out in the yard. The general opinion was as follows. “Yeah, it’s a dog, so what?”

“Don’t you find it strange that there IS a dog on a desolate planet?”

"So? The Dusks found a cow."

"Was it hidden?"

"I don't feel the need to ask that sort of thing."

"Well this dog is out in the open though, and Heartless can still smell animal Hearts. Yet, there are no Heartless here. Do the maths here."

That was a pretty good point, from, Xhona. Even Hexus was surprised by an occurrence like this. “That, simply CANNOT be possible!”

Xhona nodded, eyes constantly on the animal. “Seems it is Hexus, as this dog, is a Nobody.”[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 10.2: G'dox?]
“How, how? How could a DOG end up as a Nobody, let alone a Greater one? They have no willpower or minds, they act purely on instinct. This, defies most, if not all logic.”

“You forget Niax, that this is a different world, who knows, maybe this animal is intelligent.”

“Yes, because smart guys sit out in a dusty yard in a four by five box. It’s just a dumb mutt that probably got lucky.”

Seems that you CAN still surprise a Nobody, as the nature of this animal seemed to perplex even them.

“Either way, we should call Surxkaz in. He’ll know what to do with this thing.”

They murmured in agreement and sent a Dusk off to find Surxkaz; who appeared in swift timing, though, it’s not as if he was doing anything mildly important.

“Kindly explain to me why my presence was so urgently demanded on this rotting spit of land?”

Xalbed pointed at the dog.

“Yes Xalbed, that’s a dog.”

“What Xalbed ISN’T saying, Lord Surxkaz, is that we discovered that this animal is a Nobody.”

Surxkaz was silent, and looked at the animal. “I… I’m going to require some context here. How could an animal have become a Nobody?”

“We don’t know Surx, we just found it like this. Maybe it was magic. Maybe it got help. We don’t know, and I don’t care. Frankly I wanna destroy it.”

“That will not be necessary Xolrand. Even though we don’t know how this animal became a Nobody, I recommend that you return it to the Castle for observation and necessary experimentation.”

Surxkaz raised his arm to summon a Corridor, but he was stopped by Xhona grabbing onto his robe. “Aren’t you going to name it?”

“Excuse me?”

“The naming ceremony. It IS a Greater Nobody, and a potential member of the Organization. So, it is fitting to name it.”

“Xhona, it’s a dog.”

“Still a Greater Nobody and so a member of the Organization.”

It was at times like this that Surxkaz would turn to Niax for enlightenment. However, the Frigid Spellslinger was just as stymied, so he could only offer a shrug. Surxkaz sighed in frustration. “Alright, I shall name it.”

The crowd drifted apart, giving Surxkaz room as he faced off with the dog. “I feel utterly ridiculous performing this.”

Sweeping his arms out in front of the animal, three letters formed:
 

D O G

With another sweep of his arm, the letters swirled about in the air, dancing about until, in a bright flash, the letters coalesced and an X was added, revealing to the Organization the dog’s new name:
 
 
 

G’DOX

 

Surxkaz turned away from it and the letters faded. He spoke to Xhona from across his shoulder. “Are you content now?”

“Yes Surxkaz.”

“Good. I expect no more favours from you in the near future then.”

Instead of summoning a Corridor, it formed over Surxkaz and stole him away, fading in the breeze.

Xhona knelt down by G’dox, and stroked its head a few times. It didn’t seem to mind at all, it just lay there. “If we’re done petting Snoopy, we have work to do. I can’t believe I just said that, but anything is better than watching Xhona get intimate with Fido. Though, if he did, I will gladly take them both out the back of the woodshed like Ol’ Yeller and-”

Xolrand was interrupted by Xalbed putting a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head. The dwarf rolled his eyes, not that you could see him do that. “Let’s just go.”

Xolrand left through the backdoor, and he was followed by the others. Seeing as the dog wasn’t going to move by itself, Xhona hefted it onto his shoulders and carried it inside.

*Jingle*

On the rooftop of the store they were raiding, there stood a lone figure. But, in a flash, it was gone. Though, to those observing it, they would have only seen a snippet of belled sleeves as it flipped into two dimensions.

*Jingle*

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Kaxej was very eager to hear from Maxda after he had returned from the mission. Despite Maxda being slumped on his bed, Kaxej’s eagerness took the form of a million questions being asked in five seconds flat. Maxda chose the last question to answer. “Yes, I brought you back a present.”

Isn’t that the first question you get from a little kid? “Cool, so, what was the planet like?”

“A dusty desolate rock.”

Kaxej nodded excitedly, expecting more. His smile slowly drooped as Maxda neglected to say more. “Anything else?”

Maxda shook his head, rubbing his face even further into his pillow… Y’know that does beg the question of how he was even talking coherently through it. “Did you beat up any Heartless?”

“No, Xalbed and Xolrand had the joy of doing that. I just found things to pillage.”

“Oh.”

Kaxej sucked in his lips a little and drummed his sides. The mission really wasn’t proving as exciting as he thought it was. “Kaxej, I’m kind of tired. Do you mind?”

Kaxej nodded and left Maxda’s room. After the door closed, Maxda pushed himself up, revealing a letter he had been hiding under himself. It was marked with a VII.

He peeled it open and his eyes swept across each line quickly.

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Several hours later…

Inventory had taken some time, but Kaxej was very excited to wake up after his nap to find the Dusks had left a large widescreen TV in his room on a very nice blanketed stand. There was also a mini-fridge next to his bed... wait, what’s that?

Looking at his reflection in the TV, he saw the Dusks had left a right angle on his forehead. Now why would they do that?

Kaxej didn’t know, so he shrugged and passed it off as a weird sense of humour. He was about to head off for breakfast, but he was interrupted by a Dusk materializing in his doorway. Before it could speak, Kaxej cut it off. “Meeting in the Chat Room?”

Kaxej wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but, he almost felt as if the Dusk had given him a dirty look. Either way, it nodded and sank into the floor. That was probably another strange thing Dusks did. “Dusks are weird.”

He left in a Corridor, as to not keep the Superior waiting.

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Barring Xhona and Surxkaz, the Organization had congregated for a rather unusual and sudden meeting. Of course, those privy to the knowledge of things were left out of the dark, so naturally Kaxej did not have no idea what was going on. *Beat*

In any case, Surxkaz appeared swiftly, much more so than usual. This was probably going to be a quick meeting. “Members of the Organization, today is a… momentous… occasion. For this evening, we welcome a new member into our… order.”

Either he was having difficulty speaking today, or he really didn’t want to say what he had to say. There were a few snickers amongst the Senior Members. “I wish you all to bid welcome to our newest *sighs* member.”

A Corridor of Darkness formed on the central plateau and Xhona walked out of it. A rope of some sort was clenched tightly in his hand. He gave it a few tugs, and a dog plodded out of the Corridor. Braxielg cooed loudly at the sight of it. “All, welcome to our ranks, Number i, G’dox.”

“i? Odd numbering. Does that mean it’s higher than Surxkaz, or below? Wait, that‘s not even a number.”

Others however, felt outrage rather than curiosity. “Surxkaz! How could a dog be a member of this Organization. It would have to be a Greater Nobody to even join us.”

“If you would take the time to notice Laxl’mew, you would see that this animal is indeed a Greater Nobody. How; I do not know. Hexus and Niax will be testing this animal, in order to see if it has a higher intelligence than what we assume it to have. Now, it is late. We will have a brief dinner, and then we will bid the night farewell.”

Surxkaz left in a hurry, as did several other members. However, Kaxej was looking down at G’dox, who, noticing Kaxej, caught his eye. Before they could have a moment, Xhona gave a light yank and shepherded G’dox away.
 
Eventually, everyone but Kaxej had left the room, leaving him to wonder. “A dog that became a Nobody. I wonder…”

As he pondered, he too took a Corridor out, as it was food time, and he was hungry... for, food.[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 11: Breaching your Limit-ations]
Day 11: Breaching your Limit-ations

Kaxej was waiting patiently on a bench in the Sandlot. He had been waiting there for some time after getting rudely woken up by a Dusk, telling him that Xolrand will be training him and that he should just go ahead and Xol will catch up with him.

Feh, fat chance of that happening. No doubt Xolrand was just holding off just to goof around with Xalbed. “Heh.”

That was a funny thought, Xalbed goofing off; what would that even look like? Unimaginable no doubt, that guy was as stiff as the metal he worked with.

Kaxej chuckled a little as his back slowly arched forward; leaving him looking at his shoes. Boy was Xolrand taking his time. “Hey Kurtis!”

Kaxej looked up slightly to spot three pairs of legs, which meant… Kaxej looked up into the smiling face of Pence and Olette, and the frown of Hayner. “Oh, it’s you guys.”

“Yeah, it’s us. We saw you sitting here alone, so we thought we’d come over and say hi.”

Kaxej smiled wryly, boy was that girl soft-hearted. “That was nice of you, err, uh, ah, Olette. But, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m just waiting for a friend to come.”

“The same one from last time?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no. He’s a friend of Ma- mine and Red’s. He would’ve come himself, but sadly he’s not feeling to good. So I came alone; then I’ll get him something nice, to make him feel better.”

“Would that be his friend over there?”

Kaxej followed Pence’s arm, and he had to use all his muscle power to stop his jaw dropping.

Xolrand was walking down the steps from the alleyway, in the most ridiculous outfit ever. He was bare-chested, and had two leather straps criss-crossing across it; with a small metal plate in the centre where both straps met. He had two thick shoulder pads, each covered in gray fur and the left one had spikes sitting out of it. It was worse how it looked like he was also wearing some kind of leather mini-skirt. Oh god, was that a wolf head on one of his boots? And his hair? About two centimetres long, with a beard that would smother his own face.

Kaxej held a hand to his temple in embarrassment, and chose his choicest words through his teeth. “Yes.”

It didn’t get less awkward as Xolrand got closer; there was an unusual smell on him, like, dried blood? He smelt like a scab, oh god, he didn’t…

“Kaxej! I was busy killing a hydra and forgot all about you!”

The TT Kids were very confused by this strange man, and chose to look at Kaxej for support. Hayner was sporting a very smug look on his face. Xolrand finally got over to the bench, and addressed the situation most eloquently. “Who the hell are you kids?”

“We were going to ask you the same thing.”

“Kaxej, who the hell are these guys?”

Hayner cast a raised brow to Kaxej. “Kaxej?”

Kaxej grit his teeth, and put all his training to work. Thank god Laxl’mew taught him the word he’d need for this whopper. “Sorry bout this. Ronald here is a major, what’s the word? Ah, he’s a major live-action role player, or LARPer. He loves dressing up and pretending to be a barbarian; he simply can’t get enough of it. Sometimes I join him as Kaxej, the great and mighty spellsmith. But we’re not LARPing right now Ronald, remember? I’m Kurtis, right? Kur-tis. Come back to reality now.”

Xolrand’s face screwed up, either in confusion, or, he was trying to think really really hard. “The F**K you on about?”

Kaxej feigned frustration and gave the kids a ‘don’t take him seriously’ look. “Okay Xolrand, I’m Kaxej. Now, why don’t we go practise our special attacks today like you said.”

Well, that reached Xolrand at least. “Oh yeah, sure, let’s do that.”

He looked at Hayner, Pence and Olette. “You three: F**k off!”

Olette put her hand to her mouth, and Hayner was getting ready to throw down; thus forcing Kaxej to intervene in the middle. “Sorry, we’ll have to cut this meeting short, if you guys don’t mind.”

Olette and Pence nodded, leading/dragging Hayner away before he did anything stupid. Xolrand grunted and spat on the ground, it was disgusting and looked like tar. “Now, what the f**k were you on about? LARPing? What the f**k is that?”

Kaxej sighed loudly in annoyance. “I was trying to be subtle Xolrand. Those guys know me as Kurtis, and I kinda wanted to keep that lie up. It doesn’t help that you look like you walked out of movie from the dark ages.”

Xolrand actually looked offended. Was that even possible? “This is the armour of a true barbarian warrior punk. I wore this when I lost my Heart, and I’ll still keep wearing it. Got a problem with that?”

Kaxej rubbed his temples vigorously, who knew Xolrand would be this tedious? Oh wait, everyone! “No…”

Xolrand snorted loudly in approval. “Good, now, I’m here to teach you about Limit Breaks. They’re these cool attacks we can do when our health is low enough; you know you can do one when your health has reached the limit and you hear this annoying noise like a siren.”

“Annoying noise? What?”

“If you don’t know what it is, I won’t bother explaining it. Now, Limit Breaks let us do desperation attacks to really put the hurt on anyone stupid enough to fight us. Us Greaters all have one, and our Elites usually get stronger as they weaken. You just don’t know your one yet. So, today we’re going to squeeze it out of you.”

“Won’t that be pretty flashy. A lot of people will see it won’t they?”

Xolrand’s teeth flashed through his beard, oh god were they yellow. “We have means set up so people won’t interrupt us.”

“Like what?”

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In the alleyway going to the Sandlot, a teen in a white trench coat and a stupid beanie was strutting towards his usual hangout with his cronies: An apathetic girl and a walking steak.

Unbeknownst to them, there was a large wall of intertwined black and white thorns blocking the way. As the beanie boy walked through it, he stopped, and so did his cronies. “Seifer?”

The now named Seifer turned around; he had a dazed look on his face. And then, after placing his hands up to head level; he suddenly began to hum a familiar song.

He walked backed through the barrier, moving his arms like wings, gyrating his hips downwards and then clapping three times.

The dazed look faded, and the cronies looked with severe surprise as how uncool that was. “Seifer, what was that yo?”

“Uncool.”

Seifer looked at them both in rage. “I didn’t it on purpose morons. Something just took over and made me do that stupid dance.”

The cronies gave unconvinced looks, provoking Seifer to point in the direction of the barrier. “Then you try it Rai.”

Rai, the meaty one, swaggered forward, passing through the barrier and stopped. He turned around with the same dazed expression, and then, he chicken danced out of the barrier again.

Seifer looked triumphant as Rai sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “See, there’s obviously something weird going on, like what those loser kids keep going on about. Hmm, there’s something. Why don’t we go tell those losers about it? It’ll be great watching them do that stupid dance for hours.”

“Malicious.”

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“Just conventional anti-Nobody stuff.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. Course, wouldn’t people notice you can’t go to a certain spot for some reason?”

“It never really comes up. But that’s something to worry bout. We’re here to unlock your inner power and all that crap. Now, first, we need to get your health low enough to do that.”

“So how will we… do, that? Xolrand, what are you doing?”

The ground by Xolrand’s foot was cracking, and out came his battle axe. The ground closed up behind it, and Xolrand held his axe back for a swing. “Lowering your health.”

Xolrand swung with the flat of his axe and it caught Kaxej right in his back; launching him across the Sandlot. He rolled like a wheel across the ground, before getting caught on a seat and launching straight into the wall, getting embedded in it in the process.

The ground seemed to liquefy around Xolrand’s feet, and it moved him over to Kaxej in a heartbeat. “That should get you low enough, now pry yourself outta that wall and let’s get to work.”

Kaxej’s eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. “K-Kaxej? S**t. Okay, lemme check the book.”

Xolrand withdrew his spellbook from his… skirt, I guess. He flipped through the very sparse pages. “Okay: Quake. Quakra. Quaga. Quaza. Beginning to see a pattern here. Huh, thought that egghead had included a Cure spell in this book…”

-FLASHBACK-

Niax and Xolrand were in the library. The former handed Xolrand’s spellbook to him, the latter flipping through the pages. “I made the book how you wanted, filled with earth magic, I also put in a Cure spell just in case.”

Xolrand stopped at the Cure page and made a ‘pfft’ noise with his lips. “Unlike you I can take a freaking hit, here’s what I think of your Cure page.”

Xolrand tore the page out, then summarily ate it. Niax sighed in annoyance, and muttered why he ever bothered.

-END FLASHBACK-

“…oh yeah. *Sighs* Well, better get a healer. EY BONEHEAD!”

An enormous war hammer fell from the sky, and from behind it a Barbarian Nobody gripped it tightly. “SIR!”

“Bonehead go get me Braxielg. No doubt that girl is doing nothing and he’s prissy enough to have Cure magic.”

Bonehead saluted and was gone. In a short moment, Bonehead returned with Braxielg in a headlock. “LET GO OF ME!”

Bonehead released Braxielg, who dusted himself and fixed his hair up. Braxielg was wearing a white floral print towel around his waist and his long flowing olive hair waved in the light breeze. He was incredibly scrawny, but was very handsome in the face. Why, his beauty was just so very engaging, you could get sucked in to those baby blue eyes. *Slaps self* Boobs! You like boobs! “Xolrand, your brutes need to learn better manners. I JUST got my hair done. Now, what do you want?”

Xolrand pointed at Kaxej. “I would ask why Kaxej is currently embedded in a wall, but I don’t think it begs explanation. So you want me to heal him?”

“If you could.”

“Fine, but it’ll cost you.”

“Fine. Name it.”

“Shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes. You are to come with me when I go for a shop. You must carry all my stuff and you must act in the campest manner possible.”

“Okay, no. I’d rather die than go shopping with you.”

Braxielg’s sharp eyes glanced at Kaxej. “Well, by the looks of it, without healing, Kaxej is going to die, under your care, by your hand. Meaning Surxkaz won’t be very happy. So you’ll get your wish in that matter.”

Xolrand growled loudly. “I’ll give you four hours.”

“That’s not even enough time to get a perm and shoes. One day, no exceptions.”

Xolrand fitfully held the grip of his axe, and slammed it into the ground. “Okay! Fine! Just heal him already.”

Braxielg giggled camply and drew his spellbook from… I honestly don’t want to know where. The pages flipped on their own, until it reached the image of a flower. “HEAL!”

A large pink flower floated above Kaxej, half in the wall. Glittering green energy scattered from it, and Kaxej gasped loudly. “I’ll hold this too you Xolrand. Hope you enjoy shoe shopping and gossiping. Ciao Kaxej.”

Braxielg faded in a Corridor of Darkness, with a few scattered leaves whooshing around as well.

Kaxej on the other hand, was slowly moving in his indention. “Hey Kaxej, how ya feeling?”

Kaxej’s lips moved slowly. “Whhh-hhhhyyyyy?”

“To get you down low enough, seemed like a reasonable idea. If I’d known you couldn’t even take a love tap, I would’ve just had Bonehead here do it. Ugh, can’t get out, can you?”

“I’m in a WALL!”

“And yet your mouth works. Okay building, spit him out.”

The masonry of the building shuddered a little, before moving away from Kaxej. He dropped like a rag doll to the ground as the building repaired itself. “Well, that’ll get you low enough. Now, we just need some targets. Let’s see if that nerd can actually do something right.”

Drawing from, okay, from now on, let’s just call it Hammerspace; Xolrand drew a vial full of an inky black/purple substance. He hurled it into the center of the Sandlot, where a large black/purple blob formed.

It literally radiated darkness, and in no time at all, small scratchy critters appeared around it. Their beady yellow eyes looked, adoringly at it.

Kaxej pushed himself up from the ground, but was still a little shaky due to near-death experience. But, he was certain that he wasn’t hallucinating those creatures. “What are those?”

“Heartless. Don’t you know what they are by now? What the hell have the others been teaching you?”

“Maxda taught me how to fit in and Remix trained me in fighting by using his CDs as targets. There was also magic training with Niax.”

“Pfft, no wonder you couldn’t take a hit; Niax for f**k’s sake. Those are Shadow Heartless, the weakest of the weak. They don’t carry Hearts as they’re just darkness of the Heart or some s**t like that made alive. They’re annoying really, and good for dealing with anger by hitting them. Now, go out there and hit them with whatever power you have inside.”

Kaxej grit his teeth and the Keyblade appeared in his hand. It was feeling warm to the touch, and it yearned to strike down the Heartless. The appearance of the weapon caught the Shadows attentions, and they turned from their shadow blob to Kaxej.

Kaxej held the blade threateningly, and was trying to find his essence, or something like that. Couldn’t these guys make things less vague? “Okay, find my essence. I’m the Nobody of Light. Be one with the light Kaxej, one with the Light.”

Bright sparks floated around Kaxej for a moment, and then there was a bright flash. As if one with the light, Kaxej surged forward, striking through each Heartless swiftly before charging the next one. Before he could even realize, he had impaled each Heartless and left a shining mark on them.

Spinning his Keblade, Kaxej struck a pose and the light marks annihilated each Shadow. Kaxej punched the air in triumph and looked at the surprised look Xolrand had. “How was that?”

“What the hell was that?”

“I just struck the Heartless down with the power of Light.”

“But I barely even saw you. You were like, a ball of light that just rammed through each Heartless. You started over there, and in an instant you were where you are now. How the hell did you do that?”

“The Speed of Light?”

“Well, umm, I guess that works. So, what are you going to call your attack.”

Kaxej looked up to the sky, and through the cracks between two buildings, he saw a bright shining rainbow. “Rainbow Connection.”

“That, is so, gay.”[/spoiler]

 

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Finished reading the prologue and chapter 1 just now...

I enjoyed this a lot, BH! ^^ I can't wait to see more!

[The Warden]

[spoiler=Dear Diary]
[spoiler=Day 8]
Day 8 (of my life),
So, Remix gave me this ‘Diary’, though, I don’t know why he would. The Superior might have made him, I don’t know. He says to put my thoughts and feelings into it, but, I don’t think I have the heart for the latter :) I think that’s humorous, it’s something Maxda would say. Maxda… I had the weirdest dream about him last night. For some reason, me and him were both naked in a bathtub. Maybe I should ask him about it -.-? Nah, it might be awkward, like, Remix awkward… Wow, he really is the butt of jokes, isn’t he >:? Although, between you and me diary, I honestly did want to see what that montage going on in his head was. He made it sound interesting. Oh well, time for dinner. Maybe I’ll write in you again :P.

~Kaxej[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Day 9]
Day 9,
So Niax made it back pretty late from the Etheereal Plane (spelling?), and, his arm was hanging at a weird angle. I didn't get to ask much about it, as Xelah and Salix both took him away before I could talk to him -_-. I feel, kind of funny about it, like, there's a weight in my, stomach? I guess. I should ask about that feeling too :? The spellbook he gave me is very nice though, and, I'll do my best to learn and master these spells.

~Kaxej[/spoiler]
 
[spoiler=Day 10]
Boy was today a pain in the ass. Going to some dead world just to get more useless crap we don’t need, and then Hexus. Dear god won’t that guy just give it up already? It was one time, it wasn’t meaningful at all; I swear, if he doesn’t let this go, I’m going to have to end him. That’s about it really.

And Kaxej, the kid’s alright, really, but he does act like a stray dog you fed once. Hungry and keeps coming back for more. Eh, I guess I’m the only one he really, ‘relates’ to, since he’s had little interaction with the others. Maybe I should get him assigned to some of the other people. Though, I pity him, I really do. He’s got Xolrand tomorrow, and we all know that won’t end well. Well, if he loses anything, I’m sure we can replace it, but I’m sure it won’t come to that. After all, it’s Xolrand, what could go wrong?

~Maxda[/spoiler]
 
[spoiler=Day 11]
well, i totaly dodged a bullet tuday. almost kiling kaxedge wuld have pised surks off, butt at least that gurl braxieldge had tha desencee to heel him, even if it coste me a f**kking day to go shoping with that fag. god, its even wurse then wen zhonah made me garden. F**K! im sirrounded by fags.
 
Day 11,
Well, Xolrand almost killed me today X_X That guy needs to control his temper, or his selfcontrol, or both. I should probably tell Surxkaz, but, I think Xolrand can kill me faster than Surxkaz can kill Xolrand :( What a mess, I don't think my head is sitting straight either. Well, at least I'm working with Laxl tommorow, so, he should at least be less violent than Xolrand... I hope ?:(

~Kazexej[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[The Warden]

And so endeth the second day.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

XD The end of the 2nd day had me rollin'....poor Kaxej, was subjected to that sort of torture LOL

[The Warden]

Xelah is a VERY unique flower amongst the Organization, and I fully intend to show that in the duration of this fic.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Well I gotta say, this chick is better than the 12 from the KH:ReCOM game...XD

[The Warden]

Yeah, sufficed to say that even for a Nobody, Larxene didn't have much personality beyond sadistic b***h. I'm preparing the next chapter or so as we speak, so, I should be done soon.

[lce]

Huh, this was a pretty good read. Though I'd like to know, are they going to go Heartless Hunting at all during this story, or will it all be in the castle?

[The Warden]

Various things, I aim to depict different events and missions following other members, not just Kaxej & Maxda. I have just such a treat planned for Chapter 4.

[The Warden]

And so endeth the 3rd Day.

[The Warden]

There are few things in this world that are safe from Xelah and KTO.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

OMG....Slender just ran from Xelah?!

Well in all honesty I would've done the same thing...THAT CHICK BE CRAZY!!! XD

[The Warden]

I suppose this'll suffice for now. Honestly, I'm just trying to get to the Missions now.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Is it really bad that I'm trying to find out most of these Organization XIII names? ^^;

Cause I know a few...but most of them are being a pain to figure out XD

[The Warden]

Not really. Ever since KH players learned how it works, they actively tried to figure out the names of VII-XII.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Hehe ^^; Yeah that would definitely be me.

I got the true names figured out for: V, VI, XII, & XIII...the others are giving me a fit LOL

[The Warden]

Well, do tell. That's the fun of an Organization, seeing if your names are right.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Xolrand - Ronald
Xhona - Noah
Xelah - Leah
Kaxej - Jake

Tell me if I'm too far off. ^^

[The Warden]

The others are right, but you got Xolrand wrong.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Wait....*face palm* Its not Ronald.

Xolrand = Arnold

[The Warden]

Not that either actually

[Super Chaos Sonic]

So that's two strikes...so third must be the charm.

Is it Roland?