Organization XV: The Crossing

[Izayoi]

Originally Posted by Unknown

Actions are the seed of fate. Deeds grow, into destiny. It is not known, nor, should it be, the true scope of your's, mine, and, indeed, our world's, chosen path; where they begin, where they end, if at all. Regardless, what shall be, shall be. However. We allow these "paths" to intertwine, connect. Like tangled, wayward, thread, we form knots, webs, of some variation, rivaling Gordian itself. Should we? Is this our place, as man? As people? Should this be left, rightfully, to a higher power? Does such a power exist?

Who pulls the strings?

Time, to beings not mortal yet not ever-living, seems like an insignificant measurement. How much of it had gone by since their last encounter with anything threatening, something trying to change the universe, and destroy all life. Months, years, it meant nearly nothing. Some had been lost in the ensuing times, be it through their own wishes, travels, or through the unthinkable despairs. Those present during what happens to their group, was but a coincidence of fate. What happened to them; destiny occurring without counting heads.

That fate creates unfathomable circumstances; and that fate comes to pass under a clock of life and death. But how can something not measurable, not even given a whim, have something like fate take place on. Though if fate is not controlled, it abides by no such rules. Therefore, for all things to be taken control of under one being, would make fate severely limited, cutting potentials, stopping growth in the universe, and corrupt whoever this was.

And so, those caught up in fate of more unfortunate circumstances will experience, and learn, what happens to those who interfere with a natural order. The way the universe works cannot be changed by any single act, regardless of one’s destiny.

~~~~~

The Underworld; dark and dreary, a place of death that no other location comes close to. Organization XV, working silently to this day, was anomalously tipped of some alien activity, things that needed to be seen and acts that needed to be done. Xemnas, their Superior, the man whom had brought them all together, and died at least twice in the process of saving the universe from the forces of Darkness. In his Noise status he was almost immortal, only bound by the physical condition of the pin that housed his soul. The manifestation of Xemnas seen before all could be injured in anyway imaginable and by completely fine as long as the pin remained in tact. This ordeal is not limited to death, as Xemnas had only previously survived a fatal blow from an ethereal figure’s blade.

He sent forth his veteran and well-seasoned Nobodies, along with himself, to investigate these acclaimed strange occurrences. Kurix, Slexif, Brixan, Xannos, and Charxai all followed him, ending up at the world’s cavernous depths. They stayed away form Hades, the King of the Underworld, due to run-ins a long time ago, as he would like nothing better than to take them all out in his own turf. The Underworld has strange, negative effects on heroic characters who show up, which would give him the perfect advantage. Fortunately, the King was nowhere to be seen where the Nobodies ventured. An eerie green mist settled in the caves, and there was a damp, hollow smell hanging in the air. Dull, green light emitted from the far end of this cave; as it housed something unique, an open portal to the afterlife. A swirling mass of green energy where spirits could be seen spiraling down into. Everything dead went there, and stayed there, or should. Non-Existence, where nothingness and emptiness go on forever.

The light, reflecting off little in all the blackness, caught on a few, curious, objects, all glimmering. Kurix instinctively went to pick one up. It glowed mysteriously, and looked as though it had been torn from something, or broken apart; the rest of the objects looked the same. Surely they had all been part of something originally, and they were standing in some sort of debris pile. Xemnas walked over, eyeing it, then gasping to himself when he recognized the material. Gummi blocks; chunks of varying sizes of Gummi. The only time something like this would occur is when an event of cataclysmal proportions affected the wall that kept a world to its own. But the question was, plaguing them all, was what had happened here to have done such a thing?

~~~~~

Nine members, mostly felt unsuitable for such a vague mission to such a location, were left behind at the Castle That Never Was. What to do at their home of countless measurements of time, but train, and relax, and exist. Xanele, Xenjin, Rauxlen, Cyolx; all left to tend after their new comrades. They would need to learn the arts of fighting alongside other Nobodies, and to master their respective elements. It was a priority now, even though only small missions and rumors were what they had to work on. No real, universe-threatening enemies were present. But surely, after a mission having to do with exploring the very depths of the Underworld, there would have to be some trouble. The five remaining, Salix, Noraxeen, Ixara, Xiora, and Lexon, hardly even knew their way around the Castle at all, so the learning experiences were abound. They all completed the roster of Organization XV, keeping it up to its namesake.

[The Lionheart]

I feel so . . . weak.

Charxai's thoughts echoed within is mind as if he had spoken them aloud in the looming cavern. The nobody trudged through the dreary darkness with his kin; none had spoken for fear of alerting the demon king. Though he knew that most of the squad was familiar enough to talk, Charxai doubted he would speak much more than a few one or two word sentences. Charxai was not much for idle chatter, and though he was an easy going nobody, would not make conversation where none existed. Though Charxai knew he had been picked due to faith in his powers and experience, he felt as if there was no logical reason as to his presence there. New to this organization, Charxai only hoped he wouldn't cause this mission, whatever it may be, to fail.

Looking down, Charxai noticed the thousands of moaning souls mindlessly trudging in the dark depths.

What a dreary prospect of an afterlife. Charxai trudged onwards, pondering the prospect of living eternity in a green pit, filled with countless others who shared your fate. Grasping the cross that hung around his neck, Charxai thanked the heavens that he would not share such a fate.

Nothing is known, but it is our faith that keeps us afloat. Charxai nodded in his concrete resolution. He looked forward to the days when all he would have to do would be fly with the angels.

Walking behind Kurix to inspect the Gummi blocks, Charxai took a less enthusiastic approach, and inspected the debris from a distance.

Why are these Gummi blocks in the depths of the underworld? Charxai wondered, placing a hand on his chin to think. What use would anyone have for them in the underworld?

Though he was itching to ask questions, Charxai remained silent, both unsure if any of his questions could be answered, and if he was willing to jeopardize his team's security by voicing his thoughts. Standing a few feet away from the Gummi blocks, able to inspect them, but leaving enough room in front of him for others to take a look, Charxai stood still and left himself to his thoughts.

[Emorene]

Brixan had been to many places, seen many sights, and managed to keep himself breathing during every one of his missions during his time in Organization XV up to this moment. Now, standing in the very depths of the Underworld, he wasn't so sure just how things would go. He had barely just gotten used to things running a little more on the calm side, and now he had been flung here with members who had more experience than he. Their Superior, Xemnas, was leading the little adventure into the heart of this dreary world. Brixan just kept to himself, remaining quiet yet attentive amidst everything that went on around him.


It was the discovery of Gummi material that made everyone think just a little more. The Poisoned Remnant had little for answers, and to his surprise, thus far it seemed that the same could've been said for everyone. Arms folded, he delved into deep thought. He focused on only what was important, and right now, even the dangers of their mission weren't a prime concern. Eyes closed, he leaned against the closest thing that could be considered a wall and eliminated all possibilities that came to mind. He hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary here other than the Gummi material, not even any additional malevolence. For a place drenched in evil, there wasn't much in terms or opposition. By now he would've expected some sort of danger- at least something . Perhaps that's what frightened him the most, how smoothly things were going.


He shook his head. His thoughts had again drifted towards his fears. Eyes open, he looked from member to member; from Kurix to Slexif, to Slexif to Xannos, to Xannos to Charxai. One of them had to have the answer, even if they hadn't discovered it yet. It was then that Brixan shivered. He couldn't tell if it was because of the temperature there- which really wasn't a notable concern- or something else. Either way, he just wanted to leave this place. Immediately.

[Organization_42]

"Bored" was probably the best way to describe Lexon's expression as she waited for her training to start. She still wasn't entirely sure of why she was here or just what this Organization XV was all about; they were a mysterious bunch and it didn't help that she was their newest member. I suppose it's not very important, she thought to herself as she gazed around at the blank white walls of the Castle That Never Was. It's not like this is a permanent arrangement. As soon as I figure out how to get from place to place on two legs and what it means to be a Nobody, I'm leaving this group for good. Lexon didn't really enjoy the company of other people; she preferred to operate alone. But losing her heart had created a number of unexpected disadvantages that required outside assistance for a little while. The weirdest challenge was getting used to having legs. In her former life, Lexon had been a mermaid, and she still got an occasional shock when she remembered that she wasn't swimming anymore, she was breathing air instead of water, and she didn't have a tail. That usually lead to her tripping over her own two feet.

They told me that I'm going to have new powers and a weapon. I wonder what they'll be, and if they'll be of any real use to me. But I guess that's why we're all here now; I can't see them giving us assignments before they learn what we can do. Still, Lexon was slightly disappointed by how long it was taking to receive a mission. Not that she had any desperate desire to help Organization XV achieve their goals, but she wanted to see these other worlds that she'd recently learned about. After spending all her life looking for new places to explore in Atlantica, the idea of seeing lands that didn't involve water was fascinating to her.

She began to tap her foot impatiently when the training still did not begin. Finally, Lexon broke her silence to ask, "Well? Are we starting soon?" If they went to all that trouble to induct me in their little group, they should at least let me do something!

[∞]

((Lol, post longer than the RP, here I come.))

The tall, broad-shouldered man with the spiky, silver hair and the pale grey trenchcoat down to his ankles stood out in stark relief to the rest of the Underworld, all of it immutable shades of grey a few dozen tones below that of the Nobody's cloak. He held in his gloved hand, the finger tips of the glove absent, another contrasting object, a lighlyt glowing orange block, of a material that felt roughly gelatinous in nature. Gummi. The name for a miraculous material whose very existence meant something disastrous had happened.

While it's high durability and perfect bonding capabilities were certainly useful, these positives were usually equalled, if not offset, by the events that facilitated their existence. Gummi was the resultant material that came to be when the barrier of a world broke down. Well, broke might not always be the best way to describe it. The barrier certainly was not the kind that would fade over time, otherwise the Gummi blocks would be the size of specks of dust. No, in order for even a single Gummi block to come into existence, a massive force was required, something of, in physical terms, equal to a bus smashing into the wall of the world.

Not only was their one Gummi block in Kurix's proximity, there were a dozen or so. Another disturbing thought was this: The wall of a world is outside of it's ground, otherwise it would not be a wall but rather a pointless metaphysical feature. In order for a Gummi block to make it hundreds of metres below the ground, where it now rested, the force with which that thing entered the world must have been massive. In physical terms, perhaps a few hundred buses. That twelve were able to be underground discerted Kurix, that meant there were likely hundreds elsewhere.

The Nobody, looking of roughly twenty three years of age, but actually a few more, spoke softly to himself, in a voice that had a slight, almost canine, growl to it. "At least when this world's inhabitants discover interplanetary travel, they'll likely have a lot of Gummi to make use of." If whatever had burst through didn't threaten the world to a serious degree. Kurix didn't put it beyond doubt that this thing was likely dangerous, or at least powerful, in the extreme.

Kurix balanced the small Gummi block on the back of his index finger for a second, then flicked it up a couple of inches, and landed it on his middle finger. He repeated this on his ring and little finger, before with that last finger, he flicked it up nearly a foot, and over his index finger flowed a strange silver substance, likely some kind of metal. It solidified in a fine, blade-like point at the tip of his finger, and as the Gummi block fell past his hand, he flicked his index finger, and cut the Gummi block in half. So much for those wonderful bonding and durability properties. Kurix thought to himself, giving only the most incredibly small display of his powers.

Kurix then turned to look once more at the team of Nobodies that he was in company with. First and foremost, and closest to Kurix, was Xemnas. The Number I of Organization XV, the group of Nobodies jointly formed by Kurix and he, with as many members as its namesake dictated. The man stood at similar height to Kurix, and looked just less than twice as old. His grey-ish blonde hair was sleaked close to his scalp, his red eyes looked around with an experience and wise gaze, perfectly suited to his title in his former-former-'life'.

Next, Kurix's eyes went to Charxai, the Number X of Organization XV. The Lone Avenger, his title was, although Kurix never once minded the stern Nobody's company. Kurix loved the comparisons he could draw with the man, tall, spiky-haired, big-sword-wielding, as if both of them were taken straight from a specific kind of media where such things were the norm. Kurix also loved his no-nonsense attitude. 'Cut the crap and get to the point'. Kurix couldn't get enough of it, and he sometimes hated it how people could take an eternity to speak a important word. If you were in love with Charxai, you'd better be pretty blunt and quick about saying it.

Next to Kurix's eyes came Slexif, the Bringer of the Void, by title of course. The Nobody was, like the other three detailed so far, tall. His hair was also spiky, and a very pale colourless shade. He was more lanky than brawn like Kurix, but that was by no means a bad thing. A group of fifteen with roughly equal number of genders couldn't have too many tall, muscled and spiky-haired men with swords. After Slexif, the only other person in the group was Brixan. His tan skin and stern expression were acentuated here and now, in a place like the Underworld with its draining effects, it would be surprising to not see someone nervous or uncomfortable. Brixan's eyes were a dark, dark green, almost black, that mixed perfectly with the gentle and eerie green glow that draped the craggy walls, and his hair was a pitch black and very close-cut.

Kurix's eyes, for the last time before moving on with the group, having stayed still while fiddling with the Gummi block, now came once more to their local environment. A strange and hard-packed dirt, strong as concrete covered the floor, stamped down by the marching of millions of undead beings through the same passage for thousands of years. Bleak rock, granite, hard and cold, formed the walls and ceiling of the dull caves. Scattered about were various stalactites, stalagmites, and colums where the two had joined.

Close by was a whirpool, that flowed with no liquid, nor any physical substance, but one far more sinister and ethereal. Spiraling downwards were hundreds of spirits, faces contorted into eternal sadness, pain and imminent loss. An eerie howling echoed endlessly off the walls of the cavern, entering Kurix's ears and bringing out a dull growling from deep in his chest, a usual sign of the lupine creature that lurked in his body. Down the very bottom of the whirlpool, where hundreds of spirits, mixing, intertwining, overlapping, was moving so fast and so full of activity that Kurix found it impossible to focus on any one point, and almost didn't want to. Witnessing the final and ultimate oblivion of anything was never quite pleasant. At least in killing someone, you knew they might have a Heartless, Nobody, or some other creature that might carry on their legacy, whatever it might be.

Kurix stomped on the Gummi block as he jogged to catch up to the four other Nobodies, and the little orange thing bent and compressed briefly, before shattering with a small flash into hundreds of tiny little pieces, before they too, exposed to the strange and weakening presence of the Underworld, broke down further, until nothing was left.

((Am I doing it right?))

[Izayoi]

Xemnas, ever-reflective on the actions of himself and the others around him, stood near the edge of the portal, looking far down in to the swirling abyss. Moans of death and decay eased out, giving the cavern the aura of emptyness. His arms were crossed, and his feet pivoted into the rock, red eyes shut, just feeling this aura surround him. He had the power of Aether, which meant he was one with such energies. With Aether, he could bend kinetic and potential energy around him, manipulating it into blasts and even healing energy, promoted by his own magical abilities. Due to his masterful techniques, being such a wizard, he soundly stood in place as a leader.

He sighed, opening eyes once more, turning his head to a Gummi on the ground. He picked it up; it was metalic yet morphable because of it's magical components. But a question came to him, similar to what had come to Kurix. Why would there by Gummi just laying around? Could this mean that the wall to this world had sustained some sort of damage? With another observation, Xemnas saw that these Gummi didn't even cover such a large area; they were mostly scattered around the perimeter of the cliff over the portal. Why was that, now? That meant the wall to this world wasn't broken or anythign of the sort, but damaged.

And if it was damaged, that meant someone, or something, was attempting to break it. Either to get into the world, or out.

[Crimson]

[[ Yay, made it to the first 10 posts. :D ]]

Two big, dark-brown eyes observed the new members of Organization XV in slight curiosity. They scanned each one of them from head to toes, trying to memorize them as well as possible.
Number IV, The Blazing Solar Flare, also known as Xenjin, fiddled with her dark-red hair, as she sat on her seat high above the ground. Frustration and slight boredom reflected from her eyes - she would have wanted to go to the Underworld instead of training the new ones. She once again moved her gaze towards them, trying to remember their names. It was always hard for her not to forget little things like that.

First was Lexon, the blue-haired and clumsy female. From what the red-head had heard, she had been a mermaid as a Somebody. She moved her gaze to the girl next to her, who had reddish-brown hair and glass-like aquamarine eyes. Her name was Noraxeen, one of the harder ones to memorize.
Next Nobody was called Ixara, she, too, being a female. Her somewhat wavy black hair looked like silk in the light.
The two last ones were Salix and Xiora, the male Nobody having pitch black hair reaching his shoulder blades. Xiora's hair was the same color, though it was much longer.

Oh dear... So many black-haired ones, Xenjin thought, leaning her chin against her palm. She made a glance around the room, spotting the three other members, who she had known from the day she joined the group of Nobodies; Xanele and Rauxlen, the two who were the closest to her, plus the rather mysterious individual, Cyolx. Yawning, she turned back to the new members. The training should start already...
Just when number IV opened her mouth to speak, Lexon spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Well? Are we starting soon?"

Xenjin sighed, jumping down from her throne and landing gracefully in front of the five Nobodies.
"Not soon," she said to her. "...we are starting now."
Glancing at the new members, she continued:
"We will now go into the training room. Because you are not that familiar with the castle yet, we have to walk. After knowing the locations of different rooms, you can use portals."
With that said, the red-head slammed the door of the Throne Room wide open, stepping into the corridor.

[[ Tell me if I did something wrong... :D;; ]]

[Avalanche]

Cyolx was sitting in a laid back position on his throne, his hair was light blue with white tips and waas relatively flat. It curved down on the left side of his face, in a way, framing it. He was just under six feet tall, he was lanky and the most interesting feature on him was the glove shaped ice encased on his left hand, if someone bother to roll up his sleeve they would find that it was more of a gauntlet shape then glove.

Stretching the Frosty Knight jumped off his throne. Yawning he rubbed his eyes, gold with a hint of green, and casually walked over next to Xenjin.

"Come on, Come on!" He called, "Your not going to become stronger by sitting there!"

After a couple of seconds he whispered to Xenjin, "Which way should we take them? Past the memorial room, past the bedrooms, or the way they are guaranteed to get lost?"

[Emorene]

The quiet itself was deafening. Everyone was silent, and Brixan couldn't even hope to remember the last time someone had said something. The only interesting that had happened was the small little explosion that Kurix had caused by crushing the Gummi blocks. It didn't surprise him that he had been able to do it, for after all, this wasn't your average Nobody. Not by a long shot. Brixan didn't know much about Gummi material at all, so he couldn't tell if anything was out of the ordinary with its properties. In fact, Brixan had what one might call a fear of flight; therefor he tried to keep his distance from anything that hinted at it. He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen a Gummi block before this...


Looking around a bit more, Brixan's eyes scanned for any additional clues. They shone brightly, the color of his irises suddenly excentuated as the Poisoned Remnant went further into the shadows. He didn't stray from the group, but he was noticably out of the closest thing that could be considered light. The bright green eyes never stopped moving as they picked apart the smallest detail of their surroundings. This included his Superior. Xemnas, as always, appeared to be on to something. The look upon his face was one of perplexed consideration, much the same as how Brixan must have looked a moment ago. Of course, the latter of the two had given up on the concept of "thinking" for a useful cause quite a while ago now. He'd leave that important role to the more qualified experts.


In the back of Brixan's mind, he was wondering if he really belonged with them in this world, in this mission. He lacked the impressive power of Slexif, Kurix, and the Superior. That brought Charxai into his thoughts. One the new recruits, he- just like Brixan- was quiet and reserved. There were other similarities between them, but that wasn't what he was focused on. No, what grabbed Brixan's attention and interest was what Charxai was holding. A cross. How significant such a little thing can be, Brixan thought to himself, But is it even wise to bring such a thing to this place of death? He concluded that it must be, if it gave him some hope or reassurance of good in the world. Otherworldly benevolence had long since left his soul, that was certain, the day everything came crashing down in his perfect little world.


He almost wanted to scream, right then and there. He was sick of feeling this worthless self-pity, but every nagging thought brought him closer to the past. Everyone there had a past, a story to tell, but why was Brixan still dwelling on his? Everyone else had gotten over there worries, yet his petty memories haunted him so. Just another sign of how weak he was compared to those near him. Picking up one of the shards of the Gummi material, he weighed it in his hand, as if considering something before he threw it back down. While others listened to the moaning of souls in the Underworld, Brixan was consumed with thoughts on his own self.

[Szayel Aporro]

Xanele was always considered one of the more outgoing nobodies, and boy, did she love meeting new people. Whether they were humans, animals or nobodies, she could get along with anybody. However, with her outgoing characteristic was also her peppy upbeat attitude, which most didn't quite understand.
"Well, Are we starting soon?" One of the new members asked.
Xanele smiled, and was going to speak before one of her best friends in the Organization, Xenjin, spoke.
"Not soon," she said to her. "...we are starting now."
"We will now go into the training room. Because you are not that familiar with the castle yet, we have to walk. After knowing the locations of different rooms, you can use portals."

She watched as Xenjin gracefully jumped to the floor and exited the room, soon followed by Cyolx.

Xanele was next to jump down. "Seeing that you guys are new, I'll give you a break." She chuckled, and winked. "However, "
She began in a more serious tone.
"I don't want to see any of you being angsty while we're in training. This is a fun fight, the seriousness can come later." She exclaimed, sprinting to Xenjin's side, out in the corridor.

"Words of wisdom, my dear Xenjin." She smiled.

[Zephyr]

Ixara stood in place next to the other new recruits, waiting for their training to begin. It was taking a while, and one of the other new recruits - the girl with blue hair - seemed to be getting impatient. It was still too early for her to have everyone's name memorized, so for now she knew them by their hair-color and various personality traits. The rhythmic tapping of the girl's foot almost mimicked a heartbeat, and the black haired, brown eyed girl was reminded yet again that as a Nobody, she lacked that particular organ. Her eyes darted about from place to place in an agitated manner, and settled on the redhead seated above them before dropping nervously back to the ground. Why… ngh… I feel like a caged animal on display, or something…

She and the other five lined up were the newest members in this Organization XV, and they were currently in the Throne Room, being sized up by the senior members. It was uncomfortable when no one said anything, and the girl fidgeted nervously between the new recruit with reddish-brown hair and a tall man with black hair that fell to his shoulders. I, at least hope we all get along well…

"Well? Are we starting soon?"

As much as Ixara herself had been wondering that very same question, she jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. Looking up for the thousandth time, she could tell that it was the blue-haired girl who had spoken. S-sh-she certainly speaks her mind… d-doesn't she? A soft thump in front of her alerted her to the fact that the redhead had jumped down from her seat and was now standing in front of them.

"Not soon," she said to her. "...we are starting now."
Glancing at the new members, she continued:
"We will now go into the training room. Because you are not that familiar with the castle yet, we have to walk. After knowing the locations of different rooms, you can use portals."
With that said, the red-head slammed the door of the Throne Room wide open, stepping into the corridor.

"Come on, Come on!" He called, "Your not going to become stronger by sitting there!"

Xanele was next to jump down. "Seeing that you guys are new, I'll give you a break." She chuckled, and winked. "However, "
She began in a more serious tone.
"I don't want to see any of you being angsty while we're in training. This is a fun fight, the seriousness can come later." She exclaimed, sprinting to Xenjin's side, out in the corridor.

A-angsty…? Looking around at the others for a moment, Ixara waited for someone to step forward first. When no one made a move, however, she swallowed and took a slight breath, stepping forward tentatively and approaching the three senior members. Like everything in Castle Oblivion, the Throne Room, as well as the hallways were a bright white; so bright, in fact, that if sun were to shine in the Castle, the color would almost certainly be blinding. But at least this way you can tell it's clean and sanitary…

[Rauxlen]

Rauxlen looked at the new recruits, trying to remember all of their names. She kept repeating them in her head, so she wouldn't forget.

'Salix, Noraxeen, Ixara, Xiora, and Lexon...'

Rauxlen sighed and pushed her red hair out of her eyes. She had always been bad with names. She continued to recite the names in her head, until one of the new members broke the silence.

"Well? Are we starting soon?"

Rauxlen sat and watched as her friend Xenjin jumped down in front of the new members.

"Not soon," she said to her. "...we are starting now."
Glancing at the new members, she continued:
"We will now go into the training room. Because you are not that familiar with the castle yet, we have to walk. After knowing the locations of different rooms, you can use portals."

Rauxlen continued to watch as Xanele and Cyolx also jumped down. 'Well, I guess I gotta go, too...' she thought, jumping to the ground. She got there right when Xanele was talking to the new members.

"Seeing that you guys are new, I'll give you a break." She chuckled, and winked. "However, "
She began in a more serious tone.
"I don't want to see any of you being angsty while we're in training. This is a fun fight, the seriousness can come later." She exclaimed, sprinting to Xenjin's side, out in the corridor.

Rauxlen, having no additional words of advice to give the new members, walked behind everybody else, smiling a little. 'I can't wait to see how well these new members fight...'

((Hope I did ok XD))

[Sora05]

Xannos walked through the darkness of the Underworld with his fellow companions. It was strange how close he had become to them all, all of them like brothers and Xemnas like a father. They trudged onward, slowly getting deeper in. The only sound was that of their feet and the moans of death and sorrow of the trapped souls. The thought crept over him, of being trapped for all of eternity in the firey pits of hell. Xannos quickly shook the thought off and stopped as his companions did.

Looking towards the ground he saw small fragments of something he didn't quite recognize at first. Slowly he bent downwards studying the small pieces. Oh my..is that what I think it is.. he thought to himself before looking at the others. Still only silence as the Nobodies moved onwards. The cave would have been a beauty if it hadn't been in such a terrible, pain stricken place. His eyes moved over his companions for shelter. Not shelter from anyone physical being, but shelter for emotions.

Even though he was number IX, The Dark Angel and supposed master of fear, he too had thoughts of the unknown. Emotions were a strange thing and he couldn't control fear over them. Quickly he flipped up his hood, to where only the faint purple glow of his eyes could be seen. Trudging on he stopped by Xemnas and listened to the still erie silence. Why doesn't someone say something? Then taking it into his own hands he looked at the others hoping one would have some sort of answer.

"What..what does this all mean?" Xannos whispered..

((terribly sorry if I messed up, not feeling to well and I some what skimmed everything. Just let me know if something needs to be changed.)

[Xiora]

A small smirk made its way on Xiora’s lips as words were finally exchanged within the blinding white room. She had been uninterestedly staring from face to face until the said training start.

‘So many faces. And names….ugh, I’ll try to remember them later. Or ask them.’ She thought with a shrug as she skimmed through them, from bored to irritated, from nervous-there was someone who got nervous here?-to stoic. ‘Huh. Interesting people, I suppose.’

She was curious though if the entire castle was really this blinding. The blue haired female broke the ice as her patience must have run out.

‘Finally’, she thought before resting her chin on her hand, supported by her elbow on the arm rest. She barely listened to the exchange and instruction. Until slowly, one by one they jumped off their elevated thrones. She stared at them for a moment to observe a little more until a statement caught her attention.

“I don't want to see any of you being angsty while we're in training. This is a fun fight, the seriousness can come later.”

Without a second thought, she jumped off and strode behind the group departing the room.

‘Angsty? Am I the only one here who doesn’t care I don’t have a heart?’, she chuckled mentally as not to gather any attention from the seemingly serious people surrounding her.'Hope training will be fun~'


((uwaa. i hope it's good. xD))

[Crimson]

Xenjin slowed her pace down, as she saw Cyolx from the corner of her eye. He walked next to her, whispering into her ear:

"Which way should we take them? Past the memorial room, past the bedrooms, or the way they are guaranteed to get lost?"

Once again, a smirk spread across the red-head's lips. She bent closer to the blue-haired Nobody, replying with her voice as silent as his.
"I'll leave that into your hands. Lead the group where-ever you want, just make sure that the route won't take too much time."
As she finished her sentence and straightened her back, she saw a familiar red-head, Xanele, darting to her side, a smile on her face.

"Words of wisdom, my dear Xenjin."

Number IV chuckled, poking her friend's shoulder lightly. Xanele had always been close to her, along with Rauxlen. Soon a third red-head joined the group of Nobodies walking towards the training room - no other than the Sand Shooter herself.
Xenjin shot a bright smile towards her, as they walked after Cyolx towards the training room. It was fun to finally get back into action after a long break. Plus, this was her first time to train the new members. She remembered clearly the day, when she herself had to train the first time. Boy, had she been nervous, and also concerned aobut the future and what it had to offer. Yet here she was, a skilled member of Organization XV, the group she considered as family.