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[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

Chapter 21 - Frivilosity

Everyone’s attention was brought to Cinollex’s reaction. She was half-standing, a hand on the back of her chair as if she were about to push it up to the table and begin running away. To mend the confusion of those assembled though, she managed to hold herself back. Kurix picked up the mirror and held it away from Cinollex, trying to lure her into not freaking out.

“What’s, em, wrong?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Jynx added on. “You don’t recognize it, do you? Noraxeen and I just found it in Notre Dame a little while ago.”

Cinollex was silent for a little while, but she went back to her seat, looking slightly calmer.

“It looks…familiar.” She admitted.

“Just familiar? You had a fricking heart attack.” Xenjin said, leaning forward to see the thing that Kurix was holding.

“It is!” Cinollex pleaded. “I…it just felt weird seeing it. Some old memory. I don’t know.”

She seemed to be honest. Charxai stood and walked around the table, tugging the mirror from Kurix’s hands, but he would not let go. The view he was able to get allowed him to admire his own beaten face.

“Said you guys got it in Notre Dame. That mean anything to you, Cino?”

“Not really.” She said, after another pause.

Pretty much everyone assumed she was lying or delusional in some way. No matter what they thought, however, each Nobody decided it was best to ignore the issue and share what else had happened on their missions. It felt more relevant and surely this thing with Cinollex would resolve itself on its own if it even mattered in the long run.

“We ran into some trouble, too.” Charxai continued. “Lot of stuff went down here, some of the other Organization members breached our defenses, and made a mess, even though we knew they were coming.

“Is that what happened to this place? Looked like a bomb went off.” Kurix stated, rolling his eyes. “How many were there? Is everyone alright?”

“There was one, or uh, I’m not sure, I wasn’t here for all of it.” Charxai thought about this for a second. “But we ended up away from this place and that’s when Cino and I got together.”

“It was just us after Charxai left, we fought off one of them while Xoje took the other. I haven’t seen him since.” Jynx said.

“Just you two, fighting an enemy member alone…?”

Xenjin was just sitting there during the meeting, not saying much, but thinking plenty. All of her thoughts were related to how much she did not like Kurix and his methods. He was acting like he was the leader, and should have some say in every aspect of their lives. That definitely was not his job, and since he did not even rank among them she saw no reason they had to tell him anything.

“Well, Kurix, the guy we fought also got in our way before we found the mirror.” Noraxeen explained apprehensively. “He led us to this weird world-”

“Was it that ‘Unknown’ thing from the tracker?” Kurix asked.

“Um, yes, I think. That‘s what it said.”

“And you two just went there?” He added on, irritated.

Oh my god, Xenjin thought, okay ‘dad’ sorry for actually taking action and not being afraid to even leave the mansion. Okay, she felt like pissing him off just for the hell of it by this point.

“You know, Kurix. A few of us had some problems on our trip to Agrabah. Big, strong Organization XIII man came and started beating us up. Not a lot of fun, really. Pretty sure we were close to losing, and that was a three-on-one battle. The guy was just too big; had a sword bigger than this room pretty much and it messed us up.”

“’Us’?” He asked. Surprisingly verbose response. “Who else? Where’d they go?”

“Strong guy? Sword?” Cinollex asked herself. The questions came out as a whisper though, and went unheard.

“It was Xanele and Brixan and me.” Xenjin smirked sort of deviously. “We only got back a little while ago, to an empty mansion. We checked the tracker to see where everyone else had been, and when they saw the ‘Unknown’ thing, well…I guess it was too much to pass up.”

“So they…”

“Went there too, yup.”

It was difficult to describe the frustration Kurix was feeling. Fortunately no one really cared so it is pointless to even make that attempt.

“All…alright. We can still make this right. Xemnas wanted me to go on another mission today, so I’ll bring on of you with me. Xenjin?”

“Okay.” Son of a bitch, why.

“I want you to show me what happened in Agrabah.” He turned to Noraxeen, then Charxai. “She is going to bring you back to Notre Dame to check our where the mirror was found. I want you both to inspect the place very carefully.”

“Well, I thought we did…”

“Cinollex, you’re going to hold down the fort with Jynx. Don’t let him get into anymore trouble. You neither.”

“Sure, sure.”

With their orders given they all rose, prepared to leave for…worlds they had already been to. Xenjin was already ranting in her head about how pointless and silly it all was. What more were they going to learn? Kurix had so many stupid ideas, and this had the highest levels ever of frivolousness. Or frivilosity. One of those had to be a real word.

Kurix tapped Jynx on the shoulder as he started walking away.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook.” Kurix warned him, handing back to him the mirror as his rightful treasure. “When I get back from this little venture with Xenjin, we’re going to have a new file for Xemnas to read on your leaving.”

Jynx was mortified that his brotherly figure could possibly betray him like that, and act like such a parental dick. This did not seem fair after all who is this guy to be deciding these kinds of things he is not his father and it is just not fair and he has no power over him and oh god this is what a child would sound like.

~~~~~

There were four Nobodies after Kurix left with a reluctant Xenjin. One of them, Cinollex, looked between them, and held Noraxeen up when she opened a Corridor for her and Charxai.

“Yeah, no, we’re not doing what he said.”

“Oh, um.” Noraxeen was kind of frozen in place. The aura of leadership that Kurix carried was being challenged by the rank of Cinollex. “Why?”

“Because there are people who are better qualified to do the pointless things he wants.”

“Pointless?” Jynx wondered aloud.

“Yes.” Cinollex confirmed. “Now, we’re gonna keep these groups, but switch the missions around. Jynx and I are going out to Notre Dame instead, while you guys stay here. Kurix was so sensitive to ask if you were up for going out again, after all, Char.”

He shrugged but liked the acknowledgment.

“If anyone comes back, try to make sure they stay here. Maybe we can actually regroup instead of staying together for just five minutes.”

Everyone was okay with this and the rational leading being done. Cinollex and Jynx left for the world that everyone had the sneaking suspicious Cinollex knew more about than she let on which was the reason Kurix did not have her go there in the first place.

~~~~~

Completely aware of her failure as second in command (well no, she was a neophyte and was nowhere close to being considered that, but she liked to say she was, instead of that stupid quiet guy) Serox knew she had to take things into her own hands. She would have to scan the entire castle once more, but this was more important. If she found Dryxaim she could just take him down then and there, without any complaints. After all, everyone liked her better than the pink-eyed freak. Not like anyone would ask questions past her accusing him of mutiny.

“Mutiny,” they would ask, “I thought he just made a dog whistle?” Well yeah, but, you might spice up the story a tiny bit.

She went about her way, climbing one of them many stairways that extended outside of the castle. It was another silent night, though things were about to get a lot rowdier. His blood was going to stain the walls of whatever room they were going to be in together next. Even if he had her healing powers, which she did not expect him to have, she knew how to get around it. It involved a lot of dismemberment. A lot of fun dismemberment.

“Dude.”

Serox saw in the corner of her eye, someone coming up from behind her. She kept walking.

“Man, wait.”

No no no go away.

“Ser, man.”

“What?!”

“How’s it hanging?”

Sujnax was just insufferable in this mode. His eyes were soft and blue and his mood was mellow and lax. He was also irritating as hell and would not shut up to anyone he started having a conversation with.

“Fine. Just fine. I really have some business to get to-”

“Oh, man, me too, me too. So why the rush? Time’s not an object for us. We got forever to do things we never needed to do.”

“Yeah, well, maybe for those of us without motivation. I have an agenda, really. Priorities. All of that, yeah…” She increased her pace, looking straight forward.

“Which is why I was looking for ya, dude. I got some problems, see? Well, it’s like, a friend does. You know Kaxsra? I bet ya do. His weapon broke, man, and he needs a new one. He wanted me to go see Nevex…”

This was incredibly boring, making Serox incredibly bored.

“So, go pick this thing up for me. He won’t let me back in the lab, cause, ya know.”

They both knew.

“Yeah, man?”

“No, man. As I said, I have things to get to, which, for your information, pertains to finding Dryxaim, an egregious trait-”

“Dryx, dude? Nah, he’s gone. Left after the meeting for some mission-y business.”

Left? Oh, fantastic, the rogue is on the loose. She had no way of finding him now; no doubt the pipsqueak used a blind spot or smashed up the tracker. He was sneaky and she knew it but she was not going to give up. She could just check (what remained, she was sure) of the tracking systems, and maybe ask Nevex about any details he could dig up. At least she now had a legitimate reason to go see him oh damnit why was he standing in front of her.

Sujnax had this lazy, dumb kind of smile.

“Well, maybe if you’re ever in the area you could go see him.”

Insufferable.

“Ya know what?” She said, shaking her head. “Fine, I think I’ll have to go by him soon. I’ll ask him about it.”

That stupid, stupid smile widened.

“Thanks, dude. You’re really helping us out.” He said, taking a step forward and patting her on the shoulder. Then he let go, pushed the hair out of his eye and walked back from whence he came, humming to himself. All Serox could think was how annoying and pointless that whole episode was.

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

Best chapter, k.

I love dialogue. *u*

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

Well I'm told I'm good at it.

ALSO DESCRIBING THINGS <:

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

Chapter 22 - You Should Probably Expect This By Now

Cinollex and Jynx arrived back in Notre Dame when the sun was rising, making the sky pink and orange and hazy. The temperature had dropped in the hours since Jynx had been there before- time working at a slightly faster speed due to world differences. They both watched their breath drift form their mouths, and disappear into the air. Cinollex looked like she was looking at

“That’s where you found it?”

“Huh? Oh, right.” He looked up as well, admiring the building from a new angle. “Hey, wait, how did you know it was here?”

“Lucky guess.” She said, quietly. “Hold on tight to that mirror.”

He did as she said, tucking it into his cloak and holding it securely to his chest. The ascended to the highest point of the building; the room of hanging bells that Jynx had been in before, and therefore knew the way. With the sunlight providing sparse light, he guided them to the bell where he and Noraxeen had found the mirror. Cinollex inspected it, but paid hardly any attention to the outside. Instinctively she ducked and started checking the inside.

She made no noise, barring the soft scrape of her fingers where she could tell the mirror had once lay, encrusted into the metal. It did not take her very long to finish the detective work, and soon she was out, still quiet, looking around at all the other bells.

“Find anything out?” Jynx asked.

“Well, uh, no.” She said, fixing her hair. “Not much to learn outside of what I already knew.”

Jynx nodded and turned, intending to go back to his spot from the previous night, but gave a double-take.

“Already knew? Like what?”

Cinollex stirred uneasily, choosing not to face him.

“It’s so obvious.” He went on, interrogating. “You pretty much had a heart attack back home.”

“Jynx, I…just did my research.”

He was not sure whether or not to believe it.

“Okay, so what if you did? The way you acted didn’t make it look like this thing is any good.” He pulled out the mirror, waving it. Cinollex winced; she could feel him moving it around, even if she was not able to see. It made her spine tingle.

“Jynx! Just, just…give it to me. Give me the damn thing.” She turned and held a hand out, but did not move forward. Jynx hardly seemed convinced.

“Why should we keep it if it’s bad? We shouldn’t hold onto things if all they can do is hurt us.” He was beginning to remember, in detail, the ruins from the Badlands; he was making connections. “If this is anything like those…”

“It isn’t bad.” Cinollex said, stern. It was not easy to tell if she was lying or not; her tone was stable but the context of it made it seem like a bluff. “Let me have it and it won’t bother us.”

Some of the blue tips of his hair fell in front of his eyes as he shook his head vigorously.

“If it can’t hurt us then tell me what it does.”

“I…”

Would she be able to? The truth would leave more questions than it answered.

“The thing is, it…” Her voiced trailed off into incoherent mumbling, but it was cut short. “Wait, quiet.”

“What?”

“Shh!”

Cinollex was suddenly just a little hunched over, and an ear twitched. Jynx was completely in the dark as to what was happening. He had a nervous grip on the mirror, and he held it close. She was lying, he knew it, and this was the repercussion of having it in their possession, whatever was going on.

As he worried, Cinollex listened in the distance for the sounds she thought she heard, for the shadow she thought she saw move somewhere far away, for the scent she was picking up. No, none of those are weird at all.

She crept towards Jynx, swiftly, on her toes, and grabbed him by the arm. He was silent and did not complain, knowing full well that some crazy shit could be going down if he was not careful. The pair took cover from whatever was so dangerous, behind one of the pillars. Their feet barely had room on the ledge outside the building. All they could do was stay still, and not make a sound,

~~~~~

Radiant Garden was fairly quiet once it had been restored and no longer had Heartless threats around every corner. It had essentially become the paradise it once had been, without quite as many fountains, perhaps, but construction had made obvious, huge advancements. So much so that Kurix and Xenjin were able to walk the streets without feeling like they were in a war zone. They were looking for an old path into the castle, idle conversation spawning. Xenjin felt her teeth grinding between every word she spoke to him.

“Why are we here again? You sure you’re not worried about what happened at the place where a whole fight just went down?” she was of course referencing Agrabah, where a few wrecked buildings now struggled to stand.

“Xemnas told me to go here first.”

“He just told you to go here.” She corrected, giving him a look. “He didn’t know about the stuff that went on with me. In fact, hey, you were somewhere else before this! Why did you go there first, then? What makes this so important?”

Kurix slowed his pace for a few seconds, pensive, and then continued as normal.

“I would rather take his word as a priority.”

“Even if something else important came up?”

“It depends, but, I’d say that’s true.”

“So if some asshole was flying around throwing worlds at each other and blowing things up and tearing a hole in the fabric of time and space, that wouldn’t matter long as Xemnas said to do his shopping?” She made appropriate arm gestures with her apocalyptic descriptions.

“I think that’s a little extreme.” Now he was getting annoyed. This may or may not be okay but does not require sympathy in the slightest.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, while the two explored the town, another Nobody was present in the world, located in the lower levels of the castle. He sat, with his feet up on the desk in front of him, flipping through a thick, dusty book. There were several more piled up around him, all on the topic of death, the afterlife, Non-Existence; penned down by Ansem the Wise. His pink eyes flicked back and forth, absorbing as much information as he could. Within the hour, he knew everything he would need to know.

He stood, and sauntered over to the secret entrance, behind which there was a hallway of pulsing blue wires, and a small room at the end. On his way, he completely ignored the other secret room which contained a number of glowing, azure objects. That was because there were no glowing, azure objects left; they had all been taken away a few hours earlier.

The computer there had been touched recently, he could tell. From that little control terminal he could see an impossibly huge room. Walls went higher and farther down than the eye could see, with pods lining them all the way, and circular platforms on the floor. In front of those was another, higher platform, set there to observe the strange ceiling-high machines. Someone was standing down there.

A hooded person, wearing a black cloak, of course, which goes without saying, considering every mysterious person that pops up is wearing one. From this point on it should really be assumed that unless it is stated otherwise, the mysterious and frightening individual standing ominously, just out of reach, is wearing a black, hooded cloak as any Organization member would. Because let us face the fact that it is probably and Organization member.

Right, anyway, so Dryxaim immediately recognized the figure as Xeyla. Boom, mystery gone, you should really anticipate these sort of twists by now.

~~~~~

There was a morning breeze picking up; the overcast in the sky was developing into what looked like storm clouds. The pinkish-orange-ish sunlight was blocked by dreary grayness. Jynx shivered, and Cinollex was looking directly into his eyes now and then, delivering the message to stay still. She was tracking someone, and this someone she was sure was walking very close to them.

In fact, yes. Whenever the wind died down, she could distinctly hear footsteps. Heavy ones. The kind that could only come from someone very tall and heavy wearing thick boots. Focusing harder, she was extremely sure that she was sensing that very person. One whose scent she could pick up on from anywhere; one that she had known for a good number of years…

There was a new, more alarming sound.

Cinollex gripped Jynx’s arm tighter and yanked him to the side, pulling him to the floor along with her. There was a loud crash, and the pillar that was behind them exploded in a spray of stone. The two Nobodies rolled away from the force of Cinollex’s dodge and the will to escape scary noises. While trying to get up and escape at the same time, they found themselves stumbling onto a lower scaffolding, tripping over piles of rope. They stopped when they reached a number of old bells lined up, standing and awaiting repair.

It was time to face whatever had annihilated their hiding place. Cinollex had a pretty good idea of who it was, but Jynx was one of the Organization members who had not yet had the pleasure of meeting the man, who stood on the higher level. He was pretty tall, and pretty wide, and pretty all-around huge. His hood was down (as we knew he was wearing one of those cloaks, yes?) and his grizzled face was showing. Dark green eyes glared down on the two, or, more accurately, the mirror held in one of their hands.

Thunder rumbled far off, and Jynx heard a dog howl again.

~~~~~

Meanwhile it was Charxai’s turn to have the pleasure of meeting…a quiet, lonely mansion. He and Noraxeen sat on the steps in the foyer, trying to entertain themselves. Conversation and verbal games really got them nowhere, though.

“You sure you’re feeling okay? You can go rest or something while I keep watch.”

“Nah, I’ll live.” Said a very modest Charxai. “Besides, I’m healing up and everything as we speak.”

“Really? You looked pretty beat-up from that fight.”

“Well, I have a few tricks with my powers.” He explained, smirking. “I remove the nitrogen from the air, right? That way there’s almost pure oxygen. Lets me have more stamina, and makes wounds to heal faster.”

“Oh.” She said, sort of taken back by the explanation. “That sounds like a really productive use of your powers.”

“I like to think it is.”

Interrupting this productive conversation was a Corridor opening up. Xoje walked out, wobbling as he stepped.

“Xoje!” Noraxeen called out, getting up and helping him stand straight.

“What, oh hey, what, ouch.” He rambled. The arm she held onto to keep him steady was still sore and bruised. “What’s up, guys.”

“Good to see you back.” Greeted Charxai. He was invisibly performing some nitrogen magic to help the number two member out, but that would not do too much for internal bleeding and sprains.

“Uh, yeah.” Evidentially the two-pronged beating he had take was just starting to daze him, now that the adrenaline had worn off. “I miss anything?”

“There was a meeting.” Noraxeen told him. “Kurix said some stuff and you could tell some of us were mad, but Cino made it better.”

Charxai rolled his eyes, and they started walking up the stairs.

“What she means is, well, Kurix was kind of rash? I don’t know, maybe he wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Can’t imagine.” Xoje slurred, stopping to catch his breath.

“Anyway, he and Xenjin-”

Xoje faltered, and his foot slipped. He nearly fell backwards, but grabbed a railing.

“Crap, Xenjin, those guys, Brixan…where’d they go, what happened? Did they come back?”

It seemed appropriate to get Xoje to a place where he could sit comfortably first, so the lounge seemed like a prime location. They all took seats on the longest couch and took the time to relax, even though Xoje was pretty intent on hearing all he could. The fight he was in lasted longer than it felt. It was like some kind of crazy time travel, even though it was not related to it in the slightest. Time travel in this story would just be stupid. Charxai told Xoje the situation while Noraxeen pushed his sleeves up and examined his swollen and blackened arms.

“Ew…”

“So Xenjin said she came back here with Xanele and Brixan, after winning a fight in Agrabah.”

“Ugh, they didn’t even know I was there…heh.”

“Then those two left before anyone else got here. We had the meeting, you were the only other one missing, other than Xemnas I mean, I guess. Kurix and Xenjin went off to another world, and Cino took Jynx with her to do some other stuff. Not really sure what it was about, but it had to do with some mirror Jynx found?”

“Yep, I was there.” Chimed the pink-haired girl, prodding at the arm with her hands glowing blue. She was trying to perhaps heal instead of burn.

Something clicked in Xoje’s head then and there.

“Wait, Nor, you were with Jynx? So you found him and protected him and stuff, right?”

This happened to be the promise he had been hoping she kept from before.

“Y-yes?” She stammered, concerned she did something wrong.

“Okay, but he’s gone now, but with Cinollex, and…okay. That’s okay. That’s really, really okay-”

Then he just kind of cut himself off and went limp, falling backwards. Charxai and Noraxeen were surprised, and had to make sure he had not just died or something. However, he was just unconscious. Spontaneously unconscious. Sure, that is okay, he was probably just sleepy. They looked at each other awkwardly.

“I’ll, uh.” Charxai began. “I’ll go back over there, see who shows up.”

“Sure.”

“Make sure he doesn’t die.”

“I can do that.”

“Okay cool.”

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

Well ain't Xoje just adorable when he's been beaten up. <:

Also yesss Xenjin's hand gestures you are picturing her so flawlessly hnnnnghh.
And now I am annoyed because I want to know what the mirror does. >:V

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

All the cool kids are asking that question yes.

 

[Cinollex]

Re: The ORG

And now I am annoyed because I want to know what the mirror does. >:V

Spoiler Show

eastxi needs to fix his make-up.

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

I didn't read Part 1 I don't know shit about Eastxi. :c

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

hah

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

Kay now I know.
And it makes the situation even more hilarious.

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

Chapter 23 - In On It

The Nobodies on the lower level strafed carefully and slowly to their sides, increasing their distance from each other. That way they would be able to support the other if one of them was subject to attack.

“Give it to him.” Cinollex whispered, not breaking eye contact with Eastxi.

“What? No!” Jynx protested, holding the mirror close to him. “Why should I?!”

“You were just saying how you wanted to destroy the stupid thing!”

“But he wants it.”

“So give it to him!”

“No!”

Eastxi had very sensitive ears and picked up the conversation. He was now aware of Jynx’s stubbornness, and decided tearing him into unrecognizable pieces to get what he wanted, was the best course of action to take. So he lunged, arms outstretched, with claws drawn from his fingers. They were natural, too, a feature he did not take advantage of during his previous fight.

Jynx was rooted in place out of shock, leaving Cinollex to do something in retaliation. She turned and bolted towards them; the silver band on her wrist glowed extra brightly, and she thrust her hand forward. A wave of light, dazzling and silver like the bracelet, shot out, hitting Eastxi almost point-blank before he could reach Jynx. He roared, literally, upon being caught in the blast, and soared sideways, crashing into a group of bells. His distressed growling was just as loud as the clanging and deep dinging.

Cinollex ran up to Jynx’s side and yanked the mirror out of his hands. She then jumped back up to the higher level and made for the ledges on the building’s exterior. Eastxi recovered quickly and followed, barely having to look in the direction of his treasure to know where it was. He was following instinct now.

Jynx chased after both of them, Keyblade drawn. He felt like he was being left out of something bigger. Cinollex appeared more and more to be hiding something.

~~~~~

Nevex’s laboratory was creepy because of its location, which was in one of the castle’s tallest towers. Given his powers and technological capabilities, there would often be bolts of lightning striking off of spires and out of windows, which gave it a true mad scientist look. It also makes one feel uneasy when walking up to it when the only sounds consist of various explosions.

Serox knocked on the door. She could hear the carrot-topped maniac running around, probably hiding something that he deemed too intimidating for the rest of the Organization. Guy was kind of full of himself.

“Hellooo?” He asked, cracking the door and peeking his thin face through.

“I’m here for that thing Sujnax was supposed to get but he’s a bipolar idiot so he can’t.”

“Ah.” He opened it all the way and beckoned her inside. “Right this way, I was just adding a few finishing touches to the new gear.”

Serox followed him around the crowded room to the workbench at the far end. She saw some of his other projects, which included a scattered array of orange gemstones, sparking and sparkling in a blue lamp hanging above. It was hard to not notice the same distinct color dangling from the one earlobe she could see.

“Hard at work on your jewelry, huh?” She smirked.

He actually laughed himself, much harder. Nevex seriously had to contain himself.

“Ha, heh heh heh…Yes. My pride and joy. Man’s best friend. They needed some tweaking. I happen to have a big ‘mission’ coming up.” And he did make air quotes with his fingers.

“Oh, good luck. I know I’m done with missions for the week.” Was she really making small talk? Serox was disgusted with herself. Apparently talking to Sujnax for a full five minutes made her want to have a conversation with just about anyone else. She did have something much more pertinent to ask about, however. “Do you have any idea where Dryxaim is?”

His delighted face went sour, and Nevex turned away, putting his hand to his chin in deep thought.

“Nope.”

“Really? That’s all? No educated guess, or some hypothesis?”

“Can’t say so.”

“I’m shocked.” She was being sarcastic, but then again she legitimately was.

“Well, haven’t seen much of the guy lately. Been doing so much work for the Superior and all; she wants the speakers to be upgraded, sheesh. And then there’s all this stuff I had to rush together. Barely any warning to get it up and running.”

This was a complete lie. He had been working on the new weapon for a months, and was only able to wrap up work with certain ‘findings’ at the ruins, and Ansem’s lab. That Kaxsra needed it now was simply a convenient coincidence.

“The stuff for Kaxsra?” Serox asked, looking around the room. “Tell me where it is and I‘ll take it off your hands.”

“Right here.” He said, picking up something small from the table next to him. The one Serox did not see since she was too focused on shiny things.

It was a big blue ring with a handle through the middle. Really, that is all. Nevex handed it to Serox. She was turned half way around when he nudged her with something else.

“And this.” He nearly tossed what looked like a large, heavy shield. Also blue, also a little shiny. “And, can’t forget…” Added to the pile was a helmet. Guess what color. Then some sort of armor that looked like it was suited to be worn on the shoulders, then a lot of random small objects on straps.

“What? This is a weapon?” She complained, adjusting her hold on the load.

“It’s experimental.” He assured her. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“I will if it gives me a hernia.”

Nevex laughed to himself, in a weird, louder-than-needed way, and waved her off.

“I have something for that, anyway. Now, off, there is science to be done.”

Serox did not completely appreciate being pushed out of the room, but as long as she could get rid of all that crap, her integrity did not matter one bit. Kaxsra should still have been where she saw him last, sitting in the Grey Area, scowling over the new marks on his face which made the act of scowling a lot more terrifying than it used to be.

As for Dryxaim, she would find out where he was soon enough.

~~~~~

“Oh man, are you always this way, or do you just get off on keeping secrets?”

Nevex just kept laughing to himself, even as the man who had been hiding in the shadows came out from his spot, snarking away.

“You’re freaking me out.”

“It’s just so great! She doesn’t know.” He had to lean on a table to control himself.

“Yeah, hilarious, man. Real funny stuff. You want me to head out now? Kax is gonna have the armor soon.”

The smarter of the two took a few deep breaths to make speaking easier.

“No, no, no. We have more time than you think. You’re getting ahead of yourself, kid.”

Txamt detested being called that. Being the newest member had no bearing on his age. Sure, he just happened to be the youngest member too, but he did not want to be discriminated for the awful combination.

“Sure, okay. I’ll just go suck on my thumb over there some more. You want me to take my bath, first? I can do that. I’ll just go do it now. Not.”

It was a pretty silly argument, too, since no baby would have piercings covering half their face. Some were that pale, though.

“Quiet. Relax. Kaxsra won’t leave on the mission he ‘received’,” he made air quotes once more, chuckling, “until Serox finds him, and he bucks up the courage to leave the castle without make-up, etc. There is time. Dryxaim is already stationed in Beast’s Castle and he knows what he’s doing. Why don’t you go and tell Sujnax that everything’s in order, hm?”

The teen rolled his eyes and opened a Corridor. Nevex was giggling behind him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, mister!”

~~~~~

Xoje was not completely unconscious. Just sort of out of it, too exhausted to say much or really interact. So, effectively asleep, but not really. He may as well have been. But he was not.

Whatever he was, it was enough to let him dream or hallucinate or something.

His minded drifted away, recalling something that happened only recently. It was during the eventful mansion fight, when he valiantly took on the dual-wielding Xando. The large, heavy swords were tough to go up against, especially when the person who held them had partial future sight. Essentially it was a difficult battle, but Xoje’s memories hardly cared about such a general aspect of the fight. Rather, they focused on something specific; something her heard.

Xando was in control then, holding a sword very close to Xoje’s neck.

“I’ve no need to fight you.” He said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Tell me where the Keyblade wielder is.”

More fighting. Kicking, slashing, etc.

“…Wouldn’t you like to know?” Xoje said, slamming Xando onto his back. This time he poised his sharp weapon under his opponent’s chin.

“My partner would.”

An explosion rocked the floor. In the lobby, there was a ball of blue flame, only for a moment. When it vanished, there remained three people and a large hole in the floor.

“It would seem he found his prize.”

The struggle ended, and Xoje hurried to find Jynx. Charxai flew past him in his ongoing fight with Dryxaim, and his face was frozen for a short while. What an inconvenience. He found the tracker to be dysfunctional. Great. It had really been an off day for him at that point.

However, before he left for Agrabah, he did find Noraxeen. She was in the mansion foyer, holding the remains of some blue splinters of something long and metal. He ignored it in his hasty quest, not even bothering to question the whole post-exploded area. Rather, he was concerned with Jynx’s safety, and made Noraxeen promise to keep an eye out for him.

She would leave for the Badlands shortly after.

Xoje woke up, startling the current Noraxeen. Her reaction to him, in turn, startled himself. There was a brief contest of surprised shouting.

“I…” He panted, nearly hyperventilating. “I…Jynx…in trouble…you?”

As if she could form a response to that.

“Where is he? You were supposed to be watching him! We need to do something.” Xoje staggered up. “Charxai too. He is helpful- he would be helpful. He can help.” Regaining his composure, he quickly left the room and found Charxai at the top of the stairs, where he babbled on about some plan. Noraxeen followed.

“We’re not supposed to leave.” Charxai said, putting his confidence in Cinollex.

“That’s the best part, we won’t be gone long!”

This sure sounds fool-proof so far.

“We just, we just find this guy, do something to him,” he punched his fist into his hand, implying violence, “and come back! Easy. You can stay, even, since you know where we went. You‘ll be in on the whole thing, no worries.”

“But, where?” Noraxeen asked.

“You tell me!” Xoje retorted, acting way too excited.

“Huh?”

“Well duh! The tracker wasn’t working before, but you found Jynx. Can’t you do it for this guy?”

He was actually entirely right, and Noraxeen was baffled that he was able to put that together when she had just been sitting there doing nothing.

“I can try?” She opened a Corridor and stepped though.

“Perfect!” He grabbed Charxai by the shoulder. “Listen. She’ll just say where we’re going.” Then he dug into his pocket, and handed to Charxai the small pocket watch-like object he had been holding onto for a while. “The mini-tracker thing. That way you can keep tabs on this all and never forget where this Corridor went.”

Meanwhile, Noraxeen stood in the endless darkness of the empty space between worlds. Her hood was up, for protection, but the whites of her eyes had turned blue, piercing the cover it would normally give her face. She could see trails of azure everywhere; many more than there had been the last time she checked. She assumed there must be a lot more people using the artifacts, or maybe someone using them in greater frequency. This was not a theory she gave too much thought to, but the consequences of it should be fairly disturbing. They really should. No, really.

Noraxeen left her trance, and took some time to catch her breath. It was a physically tolling action. Nearly every mystical power she used had that effect on her; she needed practice. She blinked, a her normal, non-luminescent eyes looked up to Xoje.

“I think I found him. I think. I was getting a strong feeling from a world, but he doesn’t have his old weapon anymore, so I might be off…”

“That’s good, it’s fine. Maybe we’ll just take out someone else on our way to find him.”

She looked at him hesitantly, thinking he was trying to be far too active for being so injured. However, her trust was in Xoje right now, as it had been ever since he put some of his in her. She felt a connection, or maybe it was just trying to put herself up to her superior’s standards. Proving oneself to someone that is more powerful, in more ways that one, seemed like a natural way to gain respect, which she wanted from everyone.

“It’s, um.” She sighed, wishing to further herself without hurting anyone else, but she had to follow orders at this point. “Some place with a castle. Beast’s Castle, it looks like. There’s a bridge, and a forest, so…”

“Charxai!” Xoje called exuberantly. “Hey! Hear that? Beast’s Castle, kay? We’re going off now!”

He heard them a little, but the Corridor closed almost immediately after he was done talking, so there was no use in asking for a repeat. Ah well.

Oh hey, was that a different Corridor opening over there?

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

So hey everyone what's up oh god it's been two weeks.

Chapter 24 - Moving Along, Catching Up

Yes it was another Corridor.

And coming out of it were none other than Xanele and Brixan, who were collectively confused and exhausted. With everything that had been happening over the last few hours, they were much more in the mood to rest and compose themselves than explain everything to whoever was home at the time.

So unfortunately for Charxai he was pretty much ignored. Not that he minded, really. He knew where they had been and where they had gone and if none of them were bleeding (too much) there was not much to worry about. After all, they were part of an Organization with an agenda. It was not as if everyone could go around sharing their adventures and putting together story time just because they were in the same room for the first time in two hours. Incredibly stupid and impractical, it would be.

And make for really redundant storytelling. Having exposition or recaps put in because of a perceived obligation would be a waste of everyone’s time.

Three Nobodies were at the mansion. Two were sick of all the crap happening and one was just going to sit there and wait.

~~~~~

Serox delivered Kaxsra’s “weapon” before continuing her hunt. He was delighted to receive it, and was not at all annoyed that it was based off the same material as the weapon that mutilated his complexion. After assuring Serox that he did not know where Dryxaim was (why was she so obsessed with him anyway, he wondered) he went on the mission he had been assigned through Sujnax. How he was the one designated to hand out Xeyla’s orders on her absence he would never know. Nevex tried to explain it but he just got bored with his science babble.

Only Nevex could turn that kind of conversation into science babble.

Kaxsra left for Beast’s Castle. To set the mood of the world; it was a lovely autumn night, with a cool breeze, blowing leaves high into the air. The forest surrounding the castle was dark, with the thick, aged trunks of the trees standing stalwart like a guy dressed head-to-toe in a magical blue armor standing on one of the tall towers. To clarify, the guy is Kaxsra.

Also to clarify, this is when Noraxeen would lead Xoje to the world where Kaxsra was. They appeared on the long bridge leading up to the castle, looking up towards the great structure. It was pretty spooky at that hour, but still mystifying enough to gather their attention.

Unclear to both parties, however, was that there was a fourth Nobody perched even farther away, following his tradition of leaning on towers at a distance to do spy work. Dryxaim leaned his cheek on his hand, commenting to himself his disbelief at how easy this all was.

~~~~~

Xenjin and Kurix had a few awkward exchanges on the way to Xemnas’s study. The redhead was generally irritated with the whitehead’s flimsy excuses for following the Superior’s orders over instinct or responsibility, so she soon resorted to only responded and not bringing any topics up.

They reached the office. Books were piled up on the desk, one still laying open. Closer inspection revealed it to be on the topic of the afterlife, and Xemnas’s studies on it before his time as a Nobody. The writings were old, and a momentarily-puzzled Kurix realized that the notes were on what was now known as Non-Existence. Xenjin noticed that the books had not been placed that way the last time she had been there, with Xanele and Xemnas, very recently.

Kurix was suddenly feeling very betrayed. Xemnas had told him he would be the first one setting foot there in quite some time.

Feeling smug, Xenjin consoled him by saying that it was probably just a last-minute trip on Xemnas’s part. After all, he seemed in a rush when he took them there.

The taller, slightly disappointed Nobody ignored this claim. He then went on to silently search the lab, collecting a few papers and tucking them into his pockets. Done with the job he was assigned (apparently with no point) he opened a Corridor to Agrabah.

~~~~~

Dryxaim heard them coming the moment they stepped foot in the castle, and went on with his schedule, departing for Beast’s Castle.

~~~~~

Xeyla was taking her time beneath the old Heartless manufactory. She had no idea that her enemies were there, but even if she did she would be in no more of a rush.

~~~~~

A few known and as-of-yet named Organization members were lounging in The World That Never Was, reveling in their precious downtime. One traveled around in a leisurely way, seeing if anything exciting would happen. She had black hair that was quite long, in contrast to her height. She is not actually too pivotal to the plot, but it seems more fun to hold back on naming characters to heighten the tension and mystery of the story.

The known members, such as Arxyn, Xando, and Ryjemex, were off doing assigned work of their own. The latter was tinkering in his own laboratory, one that was the opposite of Nevex’s in a good few ways. For one, it was in the lowest levels of the castle, and was hardly as well-lit, or with as many lightning strikes. It was filled with much more machinery. The former two had just returned from missions that may or may not serve future importance. It can be assumed however that they were speaking with a snake-like lisp and staying generally quiet, respectively.

By the way her name is Xade.

~~~~~

Xemnas was just off doing some stuff. Was it that important? Not really. Might that be a lie? Yeah probably.

~~~~~

Doing what Nevex had told him to, Txamt would find Sujnax. As expected, he was standing, all chill, on one of the outside walkways. His back was hunched, and he frequently stroked ah and through his hair, fingers twitching. Some shuddered breaths were pretty audible.

“Yo, Nevex gave Kaxsra the stuff, so we’re gonna get moving with the next phase. You ready or what man.”

“Kid.” He growled, head bobbing up. “What brings…” Sujnax turned, revealing his flushed cheeks and blood-red eyes. “…you here. Hm, little baby?” His mouth contorted into a grin, and he laughed with deep, sinister chuckles.

Txamt was promptly freaked the hell out and knew what was going on. This was the wrong Sujnax. Using his seasoned social skills he was able to wriggle his way out of conversation and leave the murderous personality alone.

“Okay freak whatever nothing see you later.”

He was way too good at this.

Uh, but yeah, hopefully he’ll be better in a little bit so he can pass on the message about Kaxsra and Dryxaim. That would be pleasantly convenient for everyone and cause no trouble whatsoever.

~~~~~

In Notre Dame, Cinollex was planning to be a lot more sneaky than Jynx could have ever expected. Taking the mirror was not just a way to get Eastxi off his back; she stood precariously on the farthest ledge of the cathedral, holding the mirror by its edge with only a thumb and forefinger. Eastxi was staring her down, wanting to tear it from her dead body’s grip but also afraid to take another step. Though, it was getting harder and harder to hold it back. Those brats from before had gotten to him too much; it was making his blood boil and his head throb in pain. He could feel every pulse going through his brain. Douleur. So much. Only that would make it stop.

Cinollex saw the pain and frustration on his face, and gripped the mirror harder. She would not let it go, at least with the intention of destroying it. She watched intensely as his fingers flexed, showing off those claws, and he snarled, giving off glimpses of sharp teeth. He was too dangerous this way, at least for now. Another day or so and he would be completely incapacitated; the moon at it’s fullest. His cycles were controlled by the world in which he was born, and this was his world’s defense mechanism for his kind. If it were to be smashed, it would only require a little bit of stalling…

Then again, she would need it by then too.

Jynx saw the standoff, and saw it as an opportunity to attack Eastxi. Oh boy that was an awful mistake. As he ran up behind the distracted Eastxi, Cinollex held up her free hand to stop him. Jynx thought he saw a flash of some fangs as she opened her mouth to speak, but that was replaced by a lumbering, clawed hand swooping in front of him.

~~~~~

Kinxu was still dead.

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

So many tildes~

Seems to be a party coming up in the castle. <:

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

psh which castle there's like five

Also wtf how are there 4 chapters on one thread page i hate everything <:

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

This took too long I am ashamed >:

Chapter 25 - Perspectives

The werewolf’s sensitive ears told Eastxi that he was being ambushed well in advance. His forearm crashed into Jynx, claws on the opposite hand quickly latching onto his arm, which held him in place even though his body was trying to fly back from the blow. Jynx stabbed wildly with his Keyblade in retaliation, its sharp teeth puncturing Eastxi’s cloak and tearing into his side. The hit was met with much more feral growling.

Cinollex, angered from Jynx’s interruption, abandoned her post and rushed to the two for support. Her wrist glowed, and a silver aura streamed off her hand, staying in a straight line and solidifying into a blunt weapon as an extension of her arm. She was in position at Eastxi’s side right as he kicked Jynx off himself, sending him to the floor. Cinollex swung at the man with much more mass like she was hitting a baseball, and the mystical nature of the weapon alone was enough to propel him across the room.

He was still on his feet, however, clutching his bloody side, pupils shrunken to bloodthirsty dots. Cinollex went to help Jynx up, but the moment of concern for her team mate meant a moment less of putting all of her effort into holding onto the mirror. Jynx leapt up as soon as it was at arm’s reach, snatching it and leaving Cinollex in his dust.

“Jynx, damnit!” She shouted. This was no time for a game of keep-away.

He ran and ran with all his might, jumping to the lower levels of the cathedral they had been on before, then climbing a few more scaffoldings up again to the other side of the building. There were a few wooden beams he had to balance across before he found his perch outside on another stone ledge, this one on a more spacious balcony. For a minute he felt calm, what with the cool air blowing his hair and claw-torn cloak about. The freaky gargoyles out there did not even phase him.

The mirror was safe in his right hand, all sparkly and mysterious. It was relaxing, with a soothing light accompanying the reflections. He thought he could even feel the brisk, cool shine crawling up his arm, making his spine tingle. Or was that the wind? It was a strangely ambient instant, but it could not last forever. Jynx turned to see if he had been followed and oh shit no christ no no no no

Eastxi was clutching one of the bells in one hand, having gripped it hard enough to crumple the brass in his fist. He swung it, blast the closest stone pillar apart with a loud clang, and threw the giant instrument aside after clearing his path. Standing amongst a pile of rubble, he looked at Jynx with an expression of anger and urgency. The Keyblade wielder was prepared this time, however. His weapon was ready, firm in his hand, pointing behind him in his backhanded hold. In his right hand was the mirror he knew he would have to keep safe, which he knew would be a challenge-

A loud, injured ‘dong’ from below, the bell hitting the ground, signaled the start of Eastxi’s strike. This time he was weary of the sharp weapon, and sidestepped another series of stabs. Jynx was, in the end, no match for even a bloodied and exhausted wolf-man. It was almost what one would call a “curb-stomp” type of battle.

Eastxi took the mirror from Jynx’s weakened grasp not with a sense of triumph, but with the feeling that he had reclaimed something in a very justified way. Seeing that Cinollex had followed, and was standing in the shadows inside, he held the mirror up so that it caught the reflection of what remained of the moon in the morning sky. He allowed what one would consider a smile creep onto his face, glancing at the girl with contempt.

“Je partagerai.”

She shook her head, and closed her eyes.

“J'allais à de toute façon.”

“Lui avez-vous dit cela?”

Cinollex looked flustered, raising her voice.

“Père! J'essayais de lui dire!”

Jynx, breathing heavily, and feeling strong discomfort in most of his limbs, scowled. Was he suffering from brain damage? What was that alien language they were speaking? He raised his hand in some attempt to stop Eastxi from doing whatever obviously evil thing he was doing. That pulsing sensation from before had returned as he tried to regain his focus. His vision was beginning to fade from hitting his head on the hard thing his head was resting on, but he thought he saw his fingers start to glow blue.

Cinollex thought she saw the large man between her and Jynx start to float up in the air a few inches.

Then a couple of feet.

Then above her head oh there he goes flying backwards.

~~~~~

Serox had been told by Kaxsra that Sujnax was planning to go to the training room for some target practice. She could kill two birds with one stone this way; gather information on the dirty traitorous filth and find out where Xeyla had gone. Sujnax told Kaxsra himself that Xeyla had put him in charge of assigning the missions, so it was the perfect lead.

In the spacious training room stood Sujnax, with his arm held perpendicular to his body, a slim metal nozzle extended out from under his wrist. There was a line of six or so Dusks on the opposite side of the room, trembling, and not just because they usually twitched so much. Sujnax launched a high-velocity squirt of clear liquid from the nozzle with a slight flex of his hand, and immediately stepped to his side and did it again. The third time he turned backwards and shot over his shoulder, then he spun back fast for a fourth. He proceeded with the trick shots until all of the Dusks had been doused.

It was target practice. The white Nobodies looked at their dripping selves and seemed to wordlessly sigh in relief, then slinked away. Sujnax snapped his fingers and another group of Dusks materialized around him. They threw themselves at him to commence hand-to-hand combat training. Serox watched from above the whole time, in a control room that overlooked the blank slate of a box the white-haired bi-polar Nobody was in. It looked like that so holograms could be projected, and simulations could be run uninhibited. She descended to his level on a floating platform.

“Sujnax.” She called as the platform reached the floor.

“What,” He huffed, punching and whirling around, “do you want,” another spin and some kicks, ‘bitch?” Sujnax finally faced her, hair hanging over deep, dark red eyes. God they creeped her the hell out.

“Uh, wanted to ask you a few things about earlier today.”

“Then,” he jabbed his arm forward, thrusting the nozzle under his wrist into the face of a Dusk, “shoot.”

The situation, Serox thought, was a little unnerving and this side of Sujnax was usually hard to talk to and generally made her uncomfortable.

“Xeyla gave you the missions to hand out, like to Kaxsra-”

“No.”

“What?”

Sujnax grunted, punching another poor Dusk to the floor, and proceeded to drive his foot into its midsection repeatedly until it vanished in a cloud of grey.

“I said you better get your damn FACTS straight!”

“But you passed that order to Kax-”

“I haven’t even said anything to the shithead.”

Serox was taken back, but grew suspicious.

“Have you seen Dryxaim today?”

“No!” He disposed of another pair of Dusks using his bare hands, and their own bodies, in brutal fashion. “Done yet? I have THINGS to do, see?”

“Not even your other side?”

The blond was determined. Sujnax looked at her menacingly, glaring, scanning her.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, bitch.”

He turned his back to her. Ah, right. This personality was one that did not even believe he had a split personality in the first place. How he was able to that no one was quite sure, but then again, this was the insane one.

The loyal one.

“Never mind.” Serox said, brushing off the apparent hopelessness of the conversation. She would just have to wait to interrogate the softer side, the one she had spoken one earlier. It never occurred to her that one day she would be waiting for that guy to come out. “Mind if I watch? I could join you if you’d like a real challenge.”

“Dude, no, man. You’re like, the toughest chick around, tougher than most dudes too, even me. No way.”

Well, Serox thought, that is understandable. Not to be too modest, but she was one of the strongest, and most skilled in the Organization-

“Wait, what did you say?”

“Uh, um, what?”

“Say that again.”

Sujnax still decided to keep his back to her, this time for better reason than wanting to maim his underlings in privacy. This time it was because his eyes had been changing from red, to pink, to gray, then to deeper and deeper shades of blue. His mind had been going along with the color.

“I said, uh, bitch, that I’m not freaking fighting you…bitch.”

He could feel her eyes staring holes in his back.

“Anyway damn…it, I’ve got to go pass out some more orders from Xeyla. Yeah. So excuse me, er, get the hell out of the way.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. So…move it.”

Sujnax went to the platform and rode it back to the control room. Serox just stood where she was the entire time, eyes trained on him. Fortunately, Sujnax kept his eyes out of sight the whole time, thanks to his hair and some precision blinking.

But crap, now he was in trouble. No, they were in trouble. All of them. At least him and Dryxaim, though, and if Dryxaim was in trouble they all were in trouble. Except maybe Nevex. No, he was too. Sort of. Txamt definitely was though. That kid would squeal on the plan so fast. Then again, who was he to talk, he would tattle himself.

Well, not him himself. Not in reality, just from his perspective. Man that disorder was just trouble when mixed with pronouns.

~~~~~

The guy dressed head-to-toe in magical blue armor leapt from tower to tower to rooftop to plaza. One more dash and a leap and he had cleared the gate at the end of the bridge Xoje and Noraxeen stood. They had been watching him do all of this since it is pretty hard to miss a bright blue blur flying around in the middle of night. No points for subtlety.

Kaxsra did not care for such trivialities, though. It was no matter to him that he had been seen, because he had no intention of sneaking up on them in the first place. He wanted a straight-forward, honorable fight. Not that these two were necessarily worth it, but he felt it was the right thing to do.

Mostly because of her.

She, the pink-haired girl, had proposed quite the challenge. Her power, or whatever it was, prevented him from going all-out and using the weapon he had been using for a good few years. Her destroying it hardly put him in a good mood either. However, he had a new weapon, or weapons, really, and they fit nice and snug. But why dress up in the stuff that exploded on contact with her fire? Sure that made him a bomb? He had prepared for that.

To think, though, that after lifetimes of fighting powerful enemies and researching so many forms and engines of energy and power, that this girl would be the one to pose such a threat. Kaxsra brought his hand to the side of his helmet and tapped it, so that the glass visor snapped up. Noraxeen saw the scars on his face and looked worried. Oh yes, Kaxsra gloated in his head, I want revenge and I am going to get it from you.

Victory would come to him, because he had fate on his side. Nobodies would always lose to him. Darkness would always fall before him. It was more than his fate; it was the will of the universe. He smirked, letting his visor go back into place, and pulled out the ring-shapes hilt. To get a feel for it, he twisted his wrist, then arm, then stretched it out to his side. A shaft of blue light came out, forming the blade of the laser sword.

The other hand came up, and scratched one of the metal patches on his cheek. Damn, it hurt so much. The hand lowered, and he activated his shield; a circular disc of solid light that pulsated from a glowing gem on top of his wrist. Kaxsra could feel the functions of his armor activating within moments, and soon he was like the most terrifying neon sign in the world. The Nobodies that faced him on the other side of the bridge brought out their puny weapons, a sword and some horn-shaped thing.

He decided that Noraxeen would second. The other one he could dispose of easily, early on, unless he was about to start shooting blue flames out of his eyes.

God he better not.

 

[Muse]

Re: The ORG

Not that these tow

/typo :3

but yes great chapter <3 when's the next one

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

finally, gods, love you so much. ♥
this was exceeeelllllleeeennnnttt and oh gods french *-*

 

[Lumine]

Re: The ORG

Finally Caught up to the last chapter =D, wah what a rush x3!!

I really, really like these chapters =3.

And though, I didn't entirely understand all of the french part in this chapter -namely the first sentence-, I'm very intrigued at what will happen next =3. Especially in Kasaxra's, Xoje's and Noraxeen's upcoming confrontation 8D !! /akamoarawesomnessprtyplz <3

 

[Finland]

Re: The ORG

I used a translator and the first one was something like;

"I will share."

Idk JOE'S BEING MYSTERIOUS.

 

[Izayoi]

Re: The ORG

what

no shit imma always be mysterious as hell