A Meeting Between Nobodies (Mordred)

[Marluxia]

The World That Never Was...how long had it been since the Graceful Assassin had been here? Days, months, years? It was hard to say as the tall, elegant Nobody stepped out of the Corridor with his hood drawn up. Out into cold rain. Did he mind? Not really, he kind of expected the place to be unwelcoming. After all, he had been sent away from this place and to Castle Oblivion where he had attempted to bring down the "Superior" with that keyblader Sora; however, plans had not gone the way they should have and well…no need to get into what happened afterwards.

The point, was as the pink haired Nobody walked through the rain feeling the dampness trying to get through the thick material, this place made for Nobodies felt hostile. He wasn’t sure if it was towards him or if it was that faint tint of chaos that signaled Darkness that caused this. All he was sure of was this place was setting off all sorts of warning bells in his head, but he ignored them for now. He had to if wanted to gain the answer he sought. He knew he would have to face this place along with the Organization members one day and while he was in no hurry to do the latter, he needed to come here to make sure of one thing—how many of the Organization was amongst the living? There was only one place that held the answer and that is where he was headed.

He continued his walk, his boots splashing in small puddles as he went. Curious Heartless peeked out of their puddles to see who had come, but seeing they would be rewarded with no Heart most left him alone. Only a few bold ones had tried him and already had met the coldness of Dahlia. Behind him a trail of smoke and red flower petals were left where the foolish ones had perished. He kept moving through the streets until he finally found his way inside. Safe from the rain, he took a moment to “search” the area for the others. Unlike those with Hearts, he could pick up Nobodies the easiest, but thankfully no one from the Organization or their respective pets were here at the moment.

Feeling more or less safe from harm, Marluxia moved further into the castle pulling back his hood as he did so. Despite being wet, he did not make any sound as he made his way through the many halls and rooms of the large structure. He continued to walk until he reached the Proof of Existence…a graveyard for the fallen Nobodies so to speak. Each tomb marked a fallen one. As he entered and looked around the place, he was for certain his tomb had been there to at one point or another; however, it would seem it was now crumbled, but whether this was because of his reawakening or perhaps a more vengeful move was beyond the Nobody nor did he care. What he cared about was if anyone else’s had been crumbled in the same fashion. His eyes scanned the room and what do you know? More crumbled graves. As his eyes landed on each, he began to place a name with the crumbled graves.

Xemnas, Xigbar, Saix, Zexion, Axel, Roxas, Larxene…seven of the thirteen that made up the Organization. If the graves signaled that they were alive and about then where were they now? Had they been scattered to the winds like he had, or had they decided to avoid each other all together. He couldn’t imagine Larxene coming back here or the keyblader Nobody Roxas; however, the more loyal ones to the “Superior”….where were they? Would he have to go all over just to find one to figure out what was going on? To find at least some full answer and not vague clues? Now that would be tiring…and yet did he really have a choice?

Marluxia sighed inwardly pondering his options. He didn’t feel annoyance or anger, he simply sought the most efficient way to slice the problem into a smaller more manageable piece instead of the unruly one it was threatening to become. The Nobody continued to ponder the matter without worry. He was quite certain no one would bother him here.

[mordred]

While the Graceful Assassin was making his way through the streets of the city in The World That Never Was, the Analytical Wanderer was studying the broken Fake Kingdom Hearts. It intrigued him, not only that someone had done what he himself was working towards, but that this person had failed. Given the similar nature of their goals, Mordred wanted to know how the failure came to be. Perhaps, if this being was still existing, Mordred could track him down and persuade him to teach the Wanderer his secrets. "What happened to your work?" Mordred mused to himself, "Were you defeated by Keybladers? Other Heroes? Your own Allies?" The wind blew through Mordred's cloak as he adjusted his glasses. He sighed and turned, leaving the place and walking downstairs. He then stopped, sensing another "presence" in the castle. However, this presence was in a manner similar to his own, leading Mordred to believe that it was another Nobody. Mordred contemplated this as he left the same way he came, through the gateway from Twilight Town.

Eventually, he walked into the Proof of Existence and found a pink-haired man there. He was indeed a Nobody and quite a powerful one at that. Mordred could feel it in some instinctual part of his self. Mordred adjusted his glasses and started walking past the Nobody along the center aisle. As he did so, he Analyzed the Nobody and got some... interesting information. "The traitor coming back... I wonder why, I think we both know the futility of us pretending to mourn those lost. An interesting development, to say the least." Mordred then continued walking as if nothing happened, adjusting his glasses, his face obscured by his hood.

[Marluxia]

The pink haired Nobody had not yet come to a complete answer on what path he wanted to take at the end of a lengthy session of thoughts. While he wanted to know what the Organization was up to and who he could still rely on in the group, he also needed information on what was going on. He had been to a few places, but only two had something of interest—a girl wishing to be free of her world and another girl he still could not understand. While the pair had given him a slight taste of the sort of folk he might run into along his path, but he was still no closer to figuring out this whole balance act that was happening in the worlds. Still no light on a direction to take in this rather chaotic matter. He didn’t like it. Not having a purpose that is. It irked the Nobody in a way, he could not put into words. It made him almost fill the bitterness of being able to do nothing as things simply moved about him.

He didn’t like idleness. It made him feel as if he had no control of what was happening….and without control, the order which kept the Assassin calm was threatening to shatter and push him over the edge. Maybe it was a fragment of the person he used to be before losing his Heart that caused this…maybe it was something else. The Nobody couldn’t say. All he knew is that he had to figure out what was happening in around him and where he stood in this mess quickly. If he didn’t, then he’d didn’t know what he would do. So what to start with…. travel and information hunting or Organization hunting? Perhaps the first was the wiser choice. Yes. That is what he’d do then.

With a task in mind, Marluxia prepared himself to leave, but hesitated as he felt another in the area. Frowning slightly, he turned to face the entrance to the area, not really expecting to see anything, but as his eyes picked up the figure coming in, Marluxiia felt himself wanting to take a step back, but with a little will power he was able to hold his ground as he narrowed his eyes at the figure. This cloaked being resembled an Organization member and yet this one did not line up with any of the familiar auras the members had, so who was he? Did it really matter? In any case, the fact he had picked up the stranger easily meant that it was definitely a Nobody; however, what the Nobody wanted here was of no concern to Marluxia. If he wished to roam this empty shell, then let him. Why should he care?

Marluxia had just decided to dismiss the guy and go on about his research; however, as the stranger passed by he said some words that turned the Nobody’s attentions away from leaving and back onto the stranger in a quick fashion. The man had called him traitor….as if he knew what had been done in the past, but how? Marluxia watched the man move towards him as he continued to speak before brushing pass as if he had never said a word. Marluxia watched the guy push up his glasses as he went, not exactly sure what to think of the man whose face was hidden a bit by the hood on his cloak.

This Nobody was interesting to say the least; however, he had already stepped on Marluxia’s toes a bit. Not good by all means. A slight frown appeared in response to words.

“I have no Heart to mourn. I came here for an answer. Nothing more,” Marluxia said in his usual monotone way. “But tell me, prey, how is that you know about me when I have never even seen you before? Surely you did not come here just to test my patience.”

(I hope this make sense. I literally was writing blind when I posted this. Sorry. >.<)

[mordred]

Mordred stopped at Marluxia's words and looked over his shoulder, then back towards the doorway he was about to exit. "'Prey'... hmph. That is certainly new. It amazes me that despite our kind's inability to feel emotions, Pride is a common concept that we emulate and rather easily at that. Your superiority complex is testament to that. Not that that was unique in your Organization..." Mordred then turned and lowered his hood, his indifferent, scarlet gaze locked onto Marluxia. "As for me, I am knowledgeable about many things. Information of what transpired at Castle Oblivion is more easily obtained than you might think. For you see, I, too, seek answers to many different questions. As for testing your patience... you cannot actually BE impatient. You can only pretend that I'm an annoyance to you. Let's not lie about our 'condition' to each other."

Mordred then turned around and was about to leave before stopping himself. He adjusted his glasses again. "I'm sure you already know, but your 'Superior' has been here and is still in this plane of existence. I'd suggest you find your answer quickly, lest he decide to take you to task." Mordred then continued walking away from Marluxia.

[Marluxia]

Okay. Okay. Marluxia could not feel because he did not have a Heart, but feelings or not, it did not change the fact that he did not like to be walked upon or disrespected in any other form. As a result, the words the other Nobody had to say rubbed the pink hair Nobody the wrong way. The man acted as if he knew nothing of what he was or what he could or could not do. He knew he did could not feel that they were empty shells and pretending to have emotions was not something he did. He could not help that habit allowed words that technically did not apply to him slip out. It wasn’t like he could unlearn or not detach himself to things his memories supplied him. It is what made him, him. And what was that? Superiority complex? Indeed. If anyone was playing superior it was the scarlet eye man in front of him, not himself. He had simply asked a few questions is all. No need to turn all know-it-allish on him. That would not do at all. As for calling the man prey. At first it was just a word with no meaning behind it, but in that one instant the man had turned into one with meaning. He would indeed be the Assassin’s prey if he kept this up; however, the man had one thing that saved him from meeting Dahlia's cold bite—information.

Pushing the insult away from now, Marluxia face remained emotionless despite his thoughts as he watched the man with a cold glare. As the blonde lowered his hood and turn to face him, Marluxia met his emotionless gaze evenly as he listened to his words. Again with the telling him of things he did not need to know; however, he did not fight the man the moment as he simply weighed his options. As hard as it was to stay “friendly” and not lash out at the guy, he did prove to be of some use. Without asking, the man had already given him information he sought. The confirmation that Xemnas was indeed alive; however, how much the Nobody valued the truth in those words was left up to debate. For now he accepted them as fact until the scarlet eyed Nobody was proven wrong….and now he was walking away.

Keeping an eye on him, Marluxia followed.

“I think I already found the solution to my problem, right here,” he said trailing behind the strange Nobody. “Answer me this then. If you know so much why even bother with disrupting my thoughts or even wandering around here? What answers do you still seek?” Marluxia asked his voice devoid of all emotions as usual. He had to admit, even if the guy could get under his skin, he had caught his interest for the time being and who knows maybe they could both benefit from working together…provided this Nobody didn’t “anger” the Assassin to the point he wanted to destroy him instead.