Crossing of Winds

[xaldin]

“Well being dead will make you a bit unsure about things.” He chuckled a bit, “I am pretty sure others can, though also sure I would not like that to much” he thought a moment on how Xemnas would react. Not to happy he was sure. Likely thinking whoever showed up was after their deaths again.

Xaldin shrugged when asked about his second death. “I have no idea why I am alive again. Simple as that.” Xaldin thought on the questions being asked about Sora. It was something he was not really sure how to answer. Though Xaldin did not have major qualms with telling people that they wanted hearts and would do anything to get said hearts he was here to relax and pleasant conversation sounded better then talking about the damn key-brat. Xaldin voice grew to a growl and simply stated, “I don’t want to talk about him” he took a long draw from his sake flask and turned so his side was facing the other male. He did not want to turn his back on the other, but did want the other to know he was not in the mood to talk about that subject.

[Vincent Valentine]

"I see. A world created for you; no uninvited guests." Vincent guessed. It was fair enough. A man didn't walk into another man's home, wipe his dirty feet on the clean carpet, and went around opening doors that he had no buisness opening in the first place. The Nobodies were as territorial as anyone else.

"Shame you're not immortal. We could have shared some common ground." he mused. Hmm... a group of half-bodied beings brought back from the dead against their knowing. How strange. Who would have allowed such a thing... or what?

The wind around Vincent and the man did not let up, tossing Vincent's long black hair; as the man was becoming stubborn about giving him answers about the 'brat' that had destroyed them, so he decided to ask the man about a question he had been saving for a time like this when he came to a dead end of answers. "You have power over the wind element." It was not a question; more of a statement. One that the sake-drinking man could or would not deny.

[xaldin]

((when he said “I am pretty sure others can, though also sure I would not like that to much” I ment it as one – Xemnas x.x sorry!))

Xaldin never thought of it that way, but yes. It was their homeland, in a way. A place that was not created for humans or other animals, just nobodies… and well a few heartless here and there. All that mattered was that it was their home. And guest could probably come if they were not trying to kill the nobodies, and Xemnas allowed it.

Xaldin stopped with the flask half way to his lips, “Immortal huh? Well seems you now know my power so only fair I know yours I guess.” He smiled in a way that was both good natured and dangerous. He wanted to see what the other would make of his ability with wind as well as what he ment by being immortal. Many had different ideals on how that word actually applied to people. Could he never die? Could one thing kill him? Was there something keeping him alive that when it died so would the man before Xaldin?

“Yes I have power over the wind. It is my ally in battle as well as life.” He took the drink he was going to earlier, “What about you. What else is there to know about your powers?”

[Vincent Valentine]

(OOC: Oh, sorry. Well, I would change it, but you've already reflected upon it in your post, so let's just ignore it and move on.)

The wind whipped past him as Xaldin revealed that said element was the source of his powers, and Vincent nodded. He chuckled when Xaldin asked of his true nature. "Very well. When I died, a scientist pitied me and kept me alive as her experiment. She found a strain in our homeworld that contained a demon named Chaos and implanted it in me to keep me alive, but also to host as Chaos's new host body. So, that is what I really am - the demon, Chaos. I can never age because of it." he revealed, skipping parts in the story about personal issues and his weaknesses, not trusting Xaldin just yet to withhold this information.

"Because of this, I also have the power to transform into other monsters too... but only in times of great need. Which is why I carry this." he mentioned, brandishing his handgun Cerebus in his belt. He hoped Xaldin could understand what he meant. He saw himself as a monster and was anguished he could turn into them - he just needed normal weapons to rely on as well, something to remind him he was human, instead of facing his inner demons all the time.

"Do your bretheren also have powers over different elements as well?" he diverted the conversation away from himself, having felt he had said what he needed to say about his 'abilities' as a shapeshifter of sorts.

[xaldin]

((no no, it was my bad. I was not thnking x.x but it works ;D))

Xaldin did not fully understand that the other saw himself as a deamon. But guessed that he was similar to the nobodies; brought back to life for a reason not in their control. Though this man still had a heart, it sounded like he just did not have full control of himself, more or less like Saix? A berserker of a sort. “I understand that, just because I control the wind do not think I do not have my weapons ready to be called in a fight. Some things are simple enough were you do not need to get fancy. And sometimes it is just more fun that way”

“Neither dead or alive are you?” Xaldin nodded, “More here at the will of the deamon traped within.” He offered the flask to Vincent again, “My name is Xaldin by the way, also known as III with in the organization XIII.” He thought a moment when asked about his fellow members, how do you phrase it?, “Not exactly. Some do have elements as well but others are more complicated then that. As well as how they control their elements might be a bit strange… hell,” he chuckled, “They are strange”

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent nodded slightly. "That's one way of putting it. The fun depends on what opponent you are facing, though. Moot point."

He took the flask offered to him, taking a sip before answering again. "Yes, what you say is more or less true. I could say the same thing about you, couldn't I - neither existing nor not existing; one half of a whole only until you find that which completes you." By this, Vincent meant their hearts. It had become quite obvious to him by now that this was the case. But how Organization XIII got their hearts back - well, that was not his problem. Not yet anyway. That was up to them.

He corked the sake bottle politely and handed it back to the whirlwind lancer. "Vincent." he simply said in reply to Xaldin's introduction, implying that it was his name. And then he said further, "I see. I guess I'll just have to meet them all and see their powers for myself. As well as what you mean by 'strange'."

[xaldin]

Xaldin nodded, the two of them were the same in some way it seemed. “I like to have fun in everything I do really. What is the point of being here if you do not have a bit of fun?” he looked at Vincent. It was true that Xaldin could be a hard ass, but that did not mean he never got enjoyment out of what he did. Hell here he was on the top of a mountain sipping sake!

Xaldin smiled at Vincent wanting to meet the others, “If you travel more then just here you probably will meet them at least. Not all are as talkative as I can be.” He sighed a little, but it was a content sigh, “And their powers are not strange, just the items they use to channel it might seem a bit odd is all”

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent made a smirk, as the elements continued to ravage at his raven hair and tattered crimson cloak, possibly being amplified by Xaldin's presence. "I try to avoid a fight whenever possible; I don't attack people unless they have hostile intentions. But the people I am looking for do have hostile intentions. So you could say when I find them, I'm going to enjoy making sure they say dead." he humored cryptically, a crooked smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Yes, I think I know what you mean. I met the associate of yours named Demyx; the fact he commanded the water element through his sitar was, how you put it, strange." he colaborated, nodding his head sightly in agreement. He eyed Xaldin for a moment, amber orbs crossing his form, as he pondered what sort of weapons he may have wielded. "If I may ask, besides the element of wind, what weapon are you skille in using in combat?" he asked curiously, trying not to sound too prying.

He tried to guess of the weapon Xaldin used that helped him command the wind element in his mind. Maybe it was a pair of war fans? Or a musical instrument like Demyx's, like a horn or a guitar of some sort? He could only imagine. He would have to wait to see if Xaldin was trusting enough to show him.

[xaldin]

Xaldin smirked. Yes this man was his kind of man. Sure Xaldin could have fought with the beast straight away, but what was the fun in that? Not that he did not end up in the end, but still. It was about enjoying all of the ‘life’ they were given.

Xaldin sized up Vincent, “So you have met IX, the water Nymph have you?” Xaldin did like the little water boy even if he did not let on that much in his past life. Demxy was strong and had many tricks up his sleeve, even if the young man did not know it himself, “yes he was one of the nobodies I was thinking of.” Xaldin scratched his long sideburn thinking about showing the other male. Yes Vincent did show off his gun but did Xaldin really feel like it right now as well? Not that he could simply say it. If he said he could hold six lances most people scoff saying that there was no way to hold six. And, in the end, they were called out anyway. But he lances did like to be out, and shown off did they not?

Xaldin retreated a bit from Vincent with out saying a word. When he was far enough away that the tornadoes would not interfere with Vincent he set to call his lances. Six tornadoes that were a bit larger then Xaldin’s shoulder with appeared around him. They kicked up the wind all around them, Xaldin’s dreadlock looked even more like snakes slithering though the air as if they wanted to look at the man who would be the pray. Xaldin grabbed three of his lances letting the other three danced behind him. He smiled and the wind died down a bit but was high enough to keep the three lances dancing. After a moment he let the three in his hands go where they joined their brethren and Xaldin walked back to were he was standing before. His weapons fallowing him but never moving in front or in a threatening manor to anything but the snow below them. He said nothing simply took a long draft from his sake flask

[Vincent Valentine]

"Yes, indeed I have met Demyx." Vincent confirmed to Xaldin, finishing the sentence with a smirk as he remembered how intimidated the Nobody was of him. "The only other member of your Organization I have met is Axel. Although I've never seen him in combat. I don't know if his powers or his weapon are 'strange'." he phrased, using Xaldin's words.

At his request, Xaldin stepped back and demonstrated his powers along with his weapons. Not one, but six lances floated about him in the wind, the weapons and the element seeming to flow together as one. "Impressive." Vincent commented in interest, imaging it would be quite painful to be skewered by all six lances, if not impaled on just the one if he ever found himself in combat with the man.

"Shall I return the favor?" he asked member III, in offering to the man as he studied him with sheer topaz eyes full of energy, his smile half-worn on his lips. "Your Organization would want to collect intel on the demonic shapeshifter? It's difficult without combat, I could try one of my lesser forms or even Chaos, himself."

[xaldin]

“Never underestimate Demyx,” Xaldin said shortly, eyes narrowing “It might be his fault, but the boy is not stupid and knows how to fight.” He knew he did not give enough credit to the nocturnal nobody in his past life and was not going to make that mistake again. He saw the power that Demyx held and the ability to call all his water clones was a very dangerous one. “And Axel you say? Huh” Xaldin still did not know how he felt about the flurry of dancing flames. How much of a traitor was he really? Axel was as much a mystery to him as the events that did happen in the castle oblivion.

“Thank you” Xaldin smiled. Vincent seemed to be genuine in his complement. Xaldin saw the interest in his face. Though it could just be a ploy to get to know his enemy Xaldin did always like to show off.

Xaldin raised an eyebrow at Vincent. He would in fact like to see what other powers this man held, it was not every day that you met a man who holds a deamon within him. But was it safe? Could this man contain the, well, beast within (so to speak)? Not that Xaldin was worried if it came to a fight. He was prepared with bring out his lances first. The wind was still whipping around them, his lances dancing around one another. But the whole point of Xaldin coming up here was to relax, not battle this Chaos.

He looked Vincent up and down. Slightly sizing him up, slightly trying to see if the alcohol he kept offing the smaller man had had any affect on him. “I would not mind seeing any that you feel you can pull off in your… ah…” he looked at the sake flask, “Well I would not call you inebriated, but you understand that I have no idea what your alcohol level is”

[Vincent Valentine]

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll look forward to seeing him in battle." Vincent nodded, humored at the thought. The man didn't seem to have any other comment about Axel, so he let it go. He thought Axel was pretty friendly for an Organization member - perhaps bordering on being helpful.

"Don't mention it." he chuckled lightly, but there was no contradiction to his words with his strong assuring tone. He didn't seem to want anyone else to hear that he actually was interested just by a small scale of power.

At the mention of the man's words, Vincent shook his head silently. "Chaos's influence in my host body has more effect than simply immortality and advanced senses. I drink sake for the taste, it has no effect on me." He explained simply to Xaldin, reassuring him he had nothing to worry about. "I doubt I can draw out Chaos; he appears rarely. I can try to draw out one of his lesser forms, though."

He closed his ocher eyes, and concentrated. His Crimson Phantom form cost him the least amount of his power, but he would not be able to control the fabricated body in these winds. He focused on a particular form. Suddenly his body was surrounded by a cocoon of bright light, his body shapeshifting. Nails became claws, teeth became fangs, and his clothing shifter as tufts of fur burst out from his body. Giant horns pushed out fro over slitted, wolf-like eyes, and the light faded away as the transformation was complete. The beast-like creature snorted out a cloud of warm air through it's nostrils into the cold winds, snow becoming stuck amongst his fur and becoming a fine cloak of gray and white. The lifeless eyes of the monster shot towards Xaldin, and suddenly the light appeared around his body again. Once more, he was Vincent, and due to the slight loss of energy he staggered onto one knee to the ground as one of his legs gave way beneath him.

"That was the Galian Beast." he informed the whirlwind lancer as he looked up at him with soulful golden eyes again, trying to steer off the topic of his moment of weakness. The last thing he needed as a strong man such as Xaldin to think he was weak.

Galian Beast form

[xaldin]

Xaldin watched with interest as the others mans body changed to a different shape, a different form. The beast was bigger then Vincent and Xaldin wished that it could have stayed longer to look at. He did note the horns and the spikes from the beasts shoulders as well as the main of light hair. Though he found himself chuckling when Vinvent came back to himself. The idea of his cloak around the waist as a skirt amused Xaldin

“You drink much like I do, though other nobodies cannot handle it, for some reason I can.” He smiled, a chuckle still in his eyes, “I drink for texture as well as flavor. And though the alcohol does not affect me, it does help warm one up, don’t you think?” not that Xaldin really got cold in the wind. He was to use to it wraping around his body. “I am guessing you ended that because of the way he looked at me? Tell me was he ready to strike? And how much control do you really have over their actions. Clearly you were able to banish him.”

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent righted himself and stood up, recomposing his figure. If he could read Xaldin's mind, he would tell him the cape around his waist in his Galian Beast form was really a tie-off due to the fact his shoulders in that form were too wide for the cape without ripping it into tatters. It still was a cloak, and acted more like a robe if anything.

"I drink solely for the taste, yes. It's warming. But I don't drink all the time." he answered. The texture he never thought about in a drink. He had more important things to worry about, and all the time in the world to savour things like this at a later time.

Vincent shook his head in reply to Xaldin. "No. That was all me. I have complete control. I called it off with my own will, maintaining that form costs me magical power." He would have thought Xaldin woul have caught on that his body went under major stress after telling him that he could only summon these forms in times of great need, and the difficulty he had gone through under transformation.

At least now, perhaps he knew better.

[xaldin]

Xaldin nodded, “The only person I know that has anything similar to you goes berserker and cannot control himself most of the time.” He shook his head remembering one time when Saix changed and though that he needed to break everything in their common area. Also he did not give the full information about Saix for that man was very complicated when he was in his berserker state "Never having met someone who was possessed, or… what was it? Experimented on I did not know if it was the same for you or different from him"

Xaldin took a long draft, “Not all the time?” he chucked again, “well that is one thing we do not have in common, I drink, often. I find it a balance in my unbalanced life, I guess.” It was true. It set him at easy the way that many think that teas do. It was always there for him. though true if he wanted to stop he could, but though he could not feel pleasure it was the best word to describe what he felt when he drank sake.

While he sipped he thought a moment on calling a nobody out too. They where sharing. But then he did not want to let Vincent know everything. And he seemed smart, well smart for someone who got caught and experimented on. So what if he was dead at the time? Anyway he might be able to connect the human nobodies to the lesser ones, that is if he knew about the lesser ones