Is any of this for Real? Or Not? [Open]

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Larxene walked down the hallways of the Oblivion. From what she could tell, it seemed to be abandoned. Then again, she wasn't far enough in and her senses were a bit off. She could hear the deafening silence that was broken by her boots clicking on the hard floor. She blinked a few times as her vision cleared, not really able to sense any darkness nearby. The last thing she remembered was fading into the darkness with her tragic demise. It was infuriating how she'd been killed by a bunch of losers. The lightning bug had the upper hand and should have been able to kill Sora. His comrades were out of the way. Namine should have still been locked away. They would have had complete control over the keybearer. Then that cursed red head got in the way.

Axel

She wanted to wring his scrawny neck when she got her hands on him. He had freed Namine and let her confess to her actions. The nobody had single-handedly destroyed months of planning on one fell swoop. Larxene knew that should not have entrusted him with their plan. It had been a mistake from the start! If the woman had real emotions, she would be fuming and flipping any furniture that happened to be around. Her temper was shot as she summoned a single kunai and chucked it at the nearby wall with a growl. "I'll kill that bastard when I see him."

That's when another memory hit her. "Marluxia. Hm..." She commented, quickly summoning her Corridor to move to another floor. How long had she been gone? Was her only ally gone as well? If he had been defeated, then he should emerge from the darkness as she had. She didn't understand how this had happened. But, she was not going to waste this opportunity. The nobody walked at a brisk pace as she appeared in another hallway, her eyes scanning the rooms as she walked. "....No one seems to be here." She told herself.

She felt the fake frustration appear again as she shook her head. So, what was she supposed to do now. If Xemnas was still around, he surely knew of their treachery. This meant should would be killed on sight. The funny part was that Larxene had no intention of disappearing like that again. She would kill anyone who tried to end her again. Larxene moved to take a seat on one of the chairs in one of the rooms. She lounged back in thought, trying to think. What was it that she should do now? It would be useless to look for Marluxia. She should start devising some plans on what she needed to do. Right now, survival was key. "What to do..."

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Memories were all one had to go off of in a period of time lost, and such was the case of The Graceful Assassin. His last moments of a non existence were clinging to a shell of that very claim to being, staring up into the eyes of the Keyblade Wielder, just before he reached out for the power that he had long vied to control. Darkness came and then rebirth, or rather reappearance in his own position. The revelations in Radiant Garden had provided an interesting perspective to the new times the Assassin found himself in, and with a list of names whom he needed to pay a visit to. Though as he took his journey to Realm In Between from the laboratory, Marluxia had time to ponder the change of events, and how he thought about certain individuals. Whom was he to put blame upon for their transgressions against himself? From a multiple of perspectives everyone was to blame, for they all played their arrogance far more better than the roles they had been assigned. Ulterior motives and pride were all factors, if not motivators for the other members of the old Organzation. Axel had betrayed the trust of everyone in the Castle for his own gain, and Namine had refused the orders that had been given to her. Sora and Riku were also responsible for their actions, and their equal hand in felling the Nobodies. Vexen for his misplaced superiority and pitiful experiments, and the laughable clone he created. 

The power of the Keyblade could have been enough to overthrow the likes of Xemnas, and the pathetic loyalists would not have stood a chance against the combined might of his allies and a warrior such as Sora. Though from what he had conversed with Even about prior, there was the likelihood that Sora defeated The Superior, for why else would he be associated with another Organization? Did his heart return upon defeat? Did his Somebody control a group more powerful than the one created by Xemnas? The mere thought of such an idea was ludicrous, and so he did not not dwell upon them. His boots touched down upon earth after his Corridor of Darkness closed behind his being, as Marluxia looked skyward to examine the expanse of Castle Oblivion's exterior. It was as abstract and strikingly foreboding as he remembered it to be. 

His blue eyes wandered down to the handle of the front doors, and slowly approached the pair, before he cast a glance over his shoulder. The path winded off into a never ending abyss, beyond would take their traveler to the grassy Crossroads he found Sora in years ago. This was the path he had successfully lured the boy upon, to the very spot which Marluxia now stood. Everything seemed to be going well, without any means of flaw for the plans they had formulated. His eyes returned to the handle, and grasped it firmly to give it a good tug, wrenching the door free to open. As the former Number Eleven entered the Entrance Hall, he took a brief glance around, taking in the white marble and decorative pillars of the room. Focusing his sights upon the other door across the hall, Marluxia took several steps before the heavy castle door closed behind him. He paused for a moment, and began to sense for any powerful hearts within the building, yet could not pick up anything that would be a Somebody. 

His gloved hands seized the brim of his hood, and pulled the material over his head, hiding his features behind the dark shroud it cast. He could not risk anyone he did not recognize to see him, simply to possibly avoid any unpleasant encounters. This was the one place he could use a mistake of identity in, and a moment's confusion with an unwanted individual could prove useful. Preemptive planning was something he excelled at, and was perhaps among one of the reasons he was placed in charge of this former research facility. Vanishing through another Corridor of Darkness, Marluxia traveled to the topmost floor of Oblivion, where he had once masterminded the failed coup of Organization XIII. As the Darkness rose from the placid white floor, hidden blue eyes glanced around the room, before they stopped upon a figure lounging in one of the marble chairs. Well now, didn't this one look relaxed?

The Savage Nymph asked herself a question, more really of a statement, out loud to the air before her; this piqued the Assassin's curiosity ever more slightly. Larxene was a mutual ally, one he found more common ground with than the rest of the black cloaked group, which eventually fit into his former plan of usurping Xemnas. Axel had been misread into being considered trustworthy, and ultimately that backfired upon them both when he decided to free Namine. Though Marluxia distinctly remembered keeping silent, only until Axel had confronted him directly about the coup. Perhaps the former Number Twelve had let slip a hint or two to the Flurry of Dancing Flames? It mattered nothing now, yet it was something to take account for in the future. Regardless she was a more preferred sight than anything else he could have found within this Castle, for which he was at the moment, thankful for. "I see you've wasted no time to indulge yourself. When did you return?" he inquired, sparing the lightning wielder the needless banter of formalities. There was much to discuss, and perhaps even more to do. Though with all things that required time, and equal amount of patience would be needed.

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The Savage Nymph had pulled herself into some rather deep thought at what she could do. There wasn't a real reason that she should be alive. Sora had one that match and she had faded into darkness. The next thing she remembered was opening her eyes in the castle a few moments ago. The blonde simply couldn't wrap her head around the reason, not that she could have even if she had more information. All this did was frustrate her as she stayed reclined in the plush chair. She laid back a bit more and ended up popping her heeled boots up over the arm of the chair to become more comfortable. The laziness began to kick in about walking around looking for anyone. Her luck she'd walk right into Sora again. She knew she wasn't really up to fighting level just yet. She had just come back from the brink of death.

Though, the plots of revenge sounded more than intriguing. It might be enough to get her up and planning. The first person she wanted to handle would be Namine. The little witch had ruined everything by opening her pretty little mouth. Everything would have been perfect if she'd of stayed locked in her little cage. Larxene wanted to put the memory witch back in her place, her cage, and collect her with a few less hairs on her head. The last thing she would be with Namine would careful. Maybe Marluxia would want to attempt their original plan again. That would certainly be a blast. Larxene could knock the pipsqueak around a good bit before locking her up and forcing her to work. The flower boy might even let her be a little rough too. Oh, that would be fun. She'd have to be careful not to break the toy.

The next person on her list would be Sora. He was so naive and stupid to fall for such a trick. Could he be so weak to forget someone he cared so deeply about? This boy supposedly had such a strong heart that he was so vital to the plans. What was his use really? They could have used any old keyblader. Honestly, Riku would have been a better candidate. Though, Sora was picked for a reason. It had to be the fact that he was so trusting. Marluxia had walked him into their trap so quickly and proficiently, it was impressive. Sora might not even be worth their time. They could probably find someone else to play mind tricks on.

The last and most important person would be the fiery red head. Oh, when she found him she'd fry his ass. The thought of killing him herself made everything pleasant. The nymph found herself smiling at these thoughts. Axel had ruined everything. He'd played a double agent and gained her trust. She trusted him. He'd killed Vexen and they let him in. Oh, she'd never be so trusting again. The nobody had played on Namine's guilt and ruined everything. He had been working for Xemnas and corrupted their plans. With Namine full of guilt and free, it was just a matter of time before she found Sora and confessed everything. Axel had gotten Larxene killed before probably doing the same thing to Marluxia. Though, she didn't know what had happened to him either. She hoped he was still around. It's not like she really got along with anyone else. No, that was the wrong way to put it. It's not like anyone else could put up with her.

"Speak of the devil." She chuckled when she heard his voice. Though, the smirk gave away the sarcasm. She was actually glad to see him alive, if she could feel such an emotion. "Hmph. I deserve a break after all this stress. A girl needs a rest once in a while. I only reappeared a short while ago. Tch, stupid kids." She grumbled as she leaned back into the seat more. "I take it you've been out and about. Did you miss me?" She asked with a laugh as she moved to her feet.

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While his face remained hidden by the guise cast by his hood, Larxene had managed to identify Marluxia on the spot of his appearance. There was no mistaking his voice among the other former members of the Organization, nor the very essence of his being that the more adept could pick up on, for he was a rare breed all in his own. He was among the most lethal Nobodies to ever wear the cloak, and yet among the most poised, taking great care with everything he involved himself with. His plots for power were carefully developed, accounting for most, if not all, predictable outcomes of most situations. Perhaps it was the very demeanor with which he carried himself that intrigued the likes of The Savage Nymph, and was no doubt why the likes of Zexion and Saix had kept such a close eye on him. They were both equally accomplished tacticians, yet in his own perspective, they failed in comparison to the likes of the Graceful Assassin. Marluxia weaved a web deep enough to ensnare even the most cunning, though this was not to say that he was incapable of miscalculation. 

Such an example of an error on his part, was his over confidence, and the inability to foresee the betrayal of those whom seemed most likely to join his cause. There had always been something about The Superior that Marluxia did not agree with, whether it was the Nobody's nonchalant consideration for the well being of his comrades, or the dismissive demeanor with which he treated his obedient Organization recruits. There was always a factor with which the former Number Eleven disagreed with, and it was enough to provoke thoughts of a organizing a different regime within the group. While some blindly followed the orders of Xemnas, there were those who questioned his motives and direction with the Organization, who would see their assets used in a better means. Marluxia and Larxene were among the only ones to openly operate and devise ideas outside of the group, who were not afraid to deny the tyranny of a misguided fool like Xemnas. The sakura haired Nobody was well aware of the others who stood indifferent to The Superior's rule, yet were too timid or uncertain to openly defy the leader. Though this had all passed, and no longer played relevance with the current times; no longer were there lines drawn in the sand to determine which side anyone would stand on. 

A new Organization only meant the potential for new possibilities, and with such ideas could possibly bring Marluxia toward a new seat of power. The placid white walls that now surrounded him no longer held secret of his treachery, and his intentions had been revealed to the inhabitants of the Castle upon his defeat. His conversation with Even had provided him with more insight toward the current era, but the air between himself and the scientist was more uncomfortable than ever. At least it would have been if he had a heart to feel such emotions, but there was no mistaking the detest with which the Chilly Academic had for the likes of Marluxia. Though it was not he who had sent his Nobody into oblivion, and Marluxia did not see himself the appropriate target for such attitude. Though worrying over something as insignificant as Even's feelings would simply be a waste of his own time, and thought, which Marluxia still fully agreed upon. 

There was no doubt that certain enemies needed to be dealt with, and with time they would meet their retribution. Though in order to gain an advantage over the new Organization that Xemnas belonged to, alliances would have to be forged, research would have to be made, and a perfectly devised plan for a new coup would have to be constructed. There was little doubt in his mind that Larxene would pass up a chance for revenge, as spiteful and prone to violence as she was. Though Marluxia recognized that she alone would not be enough, and they would have to look elsewhere in order to find the perfect set of tools to manipulate for their cause. 

"One would require a heart in order to miss someone," he began, taking several steps forward to her location before stopping a few feet from Larxene's chair. "If you have only just returned from oblivion, then you do not know what has transpired. I have been to see Vexen's Somebody; a scientist by the name of Even." Marluxia turned his attention to another, more simpler chair on the other side of the room, which formerly served the Memory Witch they had used to their benefit in the past. For a moment he saw a transparent silhouette of Namine sitting within the chair, before the image faded into nothingness, revealing an empty chair. He looked back to Larxene to see she continued to indulge in her nonchalant behavior, which caused his brow to furrow slightly, yet it would remain hidden by the guise of his hood. "I've come to learn that the rest of the Organization fell to Sora and Riku not long after we did, and many of our former comrades, have regained their hearts." Marluxia began to explain the nature of their enemies, and the developments that had occurred with time. Though he was uncertain how Larxene would take any of this news, it remained the truth and reality regardless of her reaction. "The Superior's Somebody has also returned to form a new Organization, of which Xemnas is now a member."

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The nymph could spot Marluxia in a crowd of nobodies. There was just something that she could sense about him. It was like how Zexion could sense their former leader. She could sense his presence, knew she could trust him. Larx was not one to trust very easily. Marluxia was probably the first person she'd opened up to other than Axel. Though, that had ended up nipping them in the bud a lot sooner than they anticipated. The blonde nobody had truly felt that Axel was trust worthy. That had been her first mistake, believing she could feel. Sometimes faking her senses made them seem so real. There was something about him that caused her to open up. The savage nymph still regretted that mistake, not that she'd admit it to Marluxia.

Not much intrigued Larxene. She was usually pushed into missions by the promise of an interesting fight or that it needed to be done. It wasn't long before she had begun to question the Superiors motives and her purpose in the plans. She seemed to always feel like some disposable pawn. Marluxia had opened up to her about his opinions and for the first time, Larxene agreed. The female nobody felt exactly the same way. There was something very fishy about the Superior and she confided in Marluxia. From that point on, they turned on the organization and had become traitors. They had their own cause.

Larxene was far from a leader, she was more of a follower. She needed a cause to get behind and Marluxia had everything she needed to join. But now, things had change. She just wasn't sure by how much. Did they even have a purpose anymore? Hopefully Marly could shine some light on the confusion.

The nymph placed her hands on her hips as the being before her spoke. Larxene let out a frustrated sigh with his response, exaggerating her eye roll a bit. "Pft. That is so like you. You can't take a joke still, I see." She replied, but shook her head. She was not uninterested in the idle chit chat. The nymph had just stood, but with the 'storytime' about to unfold, the being flopped back down into the chair and reclined once more. Her chair was much more comfortable than standing, a simple pleasure. "Even? Were they actually successful?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat up in the chair, leaning forward in interest. However, Marluxia took his time catching her up as he sat in the nearby chair. All the blonde did was watch him as he sat. 

He continued on the story to explain Sora had wiped out the Organization, but some had come back as somebodies. "Woah. Hold on. Only some? Why not all of us?" The nymph was actually a bit frustrated, or so she feigned. Larxene felt that if she did have emotions, frustration and aggravation would be the perfect mix. "A new organization? Well, seems I have missed a lot. Hmmm. Alright, so let me get this straight...some of the Organization are somebodies again. However the Superior has formed a new Organization, of which his own somebody is a member? How is that even possible? Ugh."


hat's when the real question came up. "What of Axel? Namine?" She asked, the glint of revenge in her eye. The anger practically dripping from her words.