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Roxas stepped through into the dim electric light, the unnervingly familiar feel of the tarmac beneath his feet sending chills down his spine. The portal dissipated behind him, and the blond Nobody began retracing the steps he had taken a little over a year ago. It was not a pleasant feeling, as everything seemed to jump out at him in an utterly wrong way - the usually secure feeling of familiarity skewed and warped into the distant memories of a terrible nightmare. He quickened his steps through the streets, taking care to avoid the surveillance spots - he knew the areas the Organisation would be watching, and he had been on enough infiltration missions to know the importance of caution.
He had been avoiding this world in hopes that he'd be able to find what he was looking for elsewhere, that there would be no need to revisit the ghosts of his past, but all his searching had come to nothing. It looked like it was going to have to be here that he found what was required of him to destroy the Organisation once and for all, as well as this new group of Heartless that called themselves the Dark XII. Right now, he was just flailing around blindly - to do anything effective, he'd need to come up with a proper plan and a real course of action, and to do that, he needed a reliable source of information. What better source than the origin of the enemy's plans itself?
As he skirted past the ruins that remained of the city after the results of Sora and Riku's fight with Xemnas to the clearing at the foot of Memory's Skyscraper, his eyes reflexively darted to the edge of his vision for Heartless, and sure enough, he saw several dark shapes rise from the murk of the city floor, and almost equally reflexively, the Keyblade shone into existence in his hand. As the Heartless leapt at him, Roxas slashed methodically through them with ruthless ease - while he would usually welcome having something to distract him from his feeling of discomfort, fighting off Heartless in this place, at this spot, brought back even more disturbing memories that caused him to grit his teeth further as he viciously tore his shadowy opponents to nothingness.
More and more Heartless rose from the gloom, their luminous yellow eyes gleaming as they staggered towards the light of his Keyblade at alarming speed. With a swift slash of his weapon, Roxas unleashed a shockwave of light that sliced through the surrounding darkness, giving him the space needed to rush through the thinned horde and cut a path to the skyscraper. Leaping off the ground and running up the wall, he ripped away the emerging Heartless as he went with swift strikes of his Keyblade, and once he reached the top, he launched himself into the air and began raining down bullets of light on the enemies below, conjuring up a shield of light blades to protect him as he obliterated the pursuing attackers. Once he was sure they were gone, he dropped back down to the roof of the skyscraper, and flicked back his hood to get a better look at his surroundings, his stormy blue eyes widening in shock as he registered the changes.
The Castle That Never Was had been blown out of the sky, the luminescent Kingdom Hearts he had seen shining above for so long now also absent. Instead, his gaze was drawn to the two other landmarks that stood proudly on opposite sides of the city - a towering bone-white castle on one side and an ominous black citadel on the other. It wasn't difficult to work out whose they were.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 4, 2012 17:52:12 GMT -4
So much to do so little time
Ironic it was, since it was true; how often can one find the gate of opportunities to stumble on a world that was as vacant and as lifeless as it could be. Both the Dark and Nothing were off on different worlds leaving their haven at a standstill. As he gazes into the distance, the foot of the Memory Sky crapper wavered in a mist of darkness, while yellow eyes crept to the surface like curious fish. The world wasn't completely alone; still lay the hungry heartless following silent commands and demanding instincts. A key was nearby, and with the key came light, a light they needed to snuff out.
Don't be afraid; take your time, but do not stall.
Long black limbs stretched out like a newborn moth. Jagged antennas twitched calling onto fellow Neo-Shadows to ascend the tower, while a sea of shadows blossomed on the city's floor. The Heartless speak a silent tongue as they scaled up the tower. The Dark XII was away; the castle is vulnerable as well as any hearty treasures that may lie within it. The key...the key...snatch the light drown it in darkness and take the heart that lies within; for with a key, there comes a heart.
Their patient stalking escalated to a sprint with black hooked claws stretched out eager to tear and ravage, while their blue veins gleamed with the flickering lights of the tower. While the black gremlins chattered and climbed; behind Roxas' a rippling of darkness, an opened portal, warped softly followed by the beating of small bat wings. From behind a blue scaled claymore blurred, while a pair of narrowed luminous eyes glared. A miniscule devil, a child reflection of the darkside hovered above him, an Invisible. With horned tilted back, which together forged a shape of a heart, his head was held high, while a devious tail swayed to and fro.
The Door waits for no one, and Darkness is never kind
The hunt starts now without a since of courtesy. Holding its blade up, it delivered a cheap strike from behind, while the Neo shadows were grasping hold of the rooftop. The Castle of Abyss would be left alone tonight, and key will rot and rust without its wielder.
Twisting around, Roxas blocked the attack from behind with an easy swing of his Keyblade. With the surrounding darkness of the World That Never Was, it was difficult to clearly pick out the shadowy presence of the Heartless, but having spent so much time fighting those creatures - indeed, the majority of his missions as an Organisation member had been to destroy as many of them as possible - he was able to discern them, especially when they were coming in so close. With a flick of his wrist, he parried the Invisible's weapon away, and shot a pillar of light to tear through the air and into the Heartless' shadowy form, soundly ripping straight through and leaving it to dissipate into the dark.
From the corner of his eye, he saw more Neoshadows crawl over the edge of the skyscraper roof, and realised that staying still at the top of a very visible landmark was not the best place to linger. Slashing at the closest Heartless to give him space to jump, he leapt off Memory's Skyscraper and landed on the roof of the next building. Looking ahead, he noticed that the Organisation's Castle was straight in front of him. His frown deepened. He didn't like the idea of fate, and the thought that he was being compelled to go somewhere not of his own will was not entirely pleasant. However, he had to start somewhere, and the Castle was closest. There was also the chance that it might have been built with the same design as the previous Castle, and it was likely that it held more information concerning himself. Besides, he preferred the idea of taking down the Organisation first - as bad as it sounded, there wasn't anything personal he held against the Dark XII yet.
He leapt through the unending murk of the World's night, pursued by the twitching shadows that bounded after him, their yellow eyes leaving eerie trails in the darkness. Spinning about to lash out quickly at the ones that got too close, Roxas made his way safely (in the broad sense) across the city to the base of the castle, where that same gleaming green bridge awaited. He glared distastefully at the familiar-looking sheen of the Organisation's base. He had never really liked the unnatural clean neutrality of the Castle's marble-white walls, and for some reason, it struck him as somewhat skeletal - dead and cold. He supposed it was strange enough that a Nobody had it in him to find something unpleasant.
All of a sudden, an explosion of Neoshadows erupted around him, leaping at the blond Keyblade-wielder all at once. Grimacing, he allowed himself to fall through a dark portal beneath him, and reappeared above the melee. His Keyblade flared up with light, and with a yell, he brought it smashing down into the mass of darkness below him. A shining wave burst outwards, slamming into all of the surrounding Heartless, leaving them to fade away. However, only more began their surge towards him. With a growl of frustration, he unleashed a row of light shields behind him to hold them back while he crossed the bridge - hopefully the barrier to keep out the Heartless had also been put up with this Castle as it had been with the last one.
Safely within the walls of the Castle, he was thankful that his black hood hid his presence, making it easier for him to go undetected. However, he had to keep moving - he didn't know which members were out on missions, and who was on watch duty. As he had predicted, the differences were slight in comparison, and he figured that most of the rooms would be in the same place as well. What would be the best place to go first? The library and computer room were probably the best bet, but the library had so many books he would waste time trying to find the right reference, which would be stored on the computer, which needed a password. He didn't want to risk setting off an alarm for getting it wrong too many times. Perhaps there was a chance that one of his former comrades had written it down somewhere, like in their journal, in a bid to remember it. Who would be the most likely to do something like that?
Roxas decidedly began heading towards where he remembered the room of the Nobody Demyx to be.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 12, 2012 20:24:37 GMT -4
The world itself was speculated to be of nothingness, void of life; the castle spoke more volume with its lifeless nature. The castle was very vacant; the Organization was away at the moment on a mission. No, they didn’t foolishly leave the Castle barren; the lesser nobodies were patrolling here and there, but with Roxas’ cloak, they didn’t feel or smell anything to be alarmed of. Even with all the Nobodies in existence were to live under this roof, it would still feel bland and distance. Everything was still, white, and cold; even with the homey elements of a room, a kitchen, a library, and other rooms of social gathering, there was hardly any sensation of warmth or humanity. Everything was constant without much energy like a breathless cadaver. It seemed the lack of emotions of the nobodies projected unto their ‘home’ as well; there wasn’t any personality and quirks.
Even the room of Demyx, despite how colorful he acted, lacked luster. Like every identical room, it was white with metallic walls that no one attempted to hide. The bed was small enough for him alone with a headboard of a constant reminder of what he was, Nothingness, a mistake, unwanted, a nobody. For beings that could choose to fool themselves and others with their craft antics, it seemed that in their stronghold they plastered their true identity and refuted falsehoods. Yet it could be reminding motivation because hanging right out of his window is where Kingdom Hearts would linger, especially a year ago; with their activity, successes, and failures, there wasn’t anything to show for the time being unless the competition with Heartless next door was truly troublesome. Hypothetically speaking, out there outside his window, Kingdom Hearts would shimmer with growth until it was full, while smiling promises of a new beginning, a beginning only given through hard-work.
Unfortunately being diligently hard working wasn’t Demyx’s forte, and it was obvious within his own room: sheets of music were scattered messily on the floor as if his case for his sitar vomited it all, his bed was a nest of messy sheets and probably a pair of soiled clothes, some regions of his room looked like a sink of dishes since he didn’t make enough trips to drop them off in the kitchen, the closet was wide open and even one of the doors weren’t on the track, and for a guy without an elaborate wardrobe his closet marveled a fortress. With the infamous label of the laziest members of the squad, some even presumed he wasn’t the sharpest tool or the brightest bulb; but they would be surprised to find a meek bookshelf in his room of all places. Now the material may not be extravagant, but there was a few resourceful reads here and there.
But probably the most important book wasn’t hidden away in his bed, but the mess of a nest he slept in. A suitable place it was; he could keep important things close to him. True to full extent would be to carry it, but why open up opportunities of him losing the bloody thing. He was already frowned down upon enough; the last he would want was being physically reprimanded for being simple-minded. True no one may seem much of a dairy or a journal, but without a heart, thoughts were one of the few things a nobody can truly claim.
The set-up of the Castle was very close to the way he remembered it. As he made his way through its winding passages, he wondered why there was no-one around - there were the various lesser Nobodies patrolling about, but he had not yet seen a flash of a black cloak nor the scathing patches of conversation that usually touched the Castle's otherwise unblemished walls. Making sure the hood of his jacket was kept up at all times, Roxas darted past unseen by the pale guards of the Organisation. Approaching the corridor in one of the Castle's wings, the blond Keyblade Wielder caught sight of the individual bedrooms of the Organisation members lined up in a straight line. He had not thought much of it before, but now the combination of the angular nature of the corridor with the numbered rooms gave him the unpleasant impression of a block of cells. Pushing away a frown, he made his way to the door marked 'IX'.
Roxas made an expression somewhere between exasperation and recognition at the state of the room belonging to the Nobody known as Demyx. He should have expected as much out of him, considering things like hygiene and general organization were concepts someone like Demyx wouldn't really understand. However, this would prove to make it both easier and harder for Roxas to find what he was looking for - since most likely even the sitar-playing Nobody had no idea where anything was, it probably wouldn't matter if he moved a few things in his search. However, it was precisely because of the mess that it was going to be a nightmare and a half to find anything within it. With a sigh, Roxas began to rifle through the chaos of Demyx's room, taking care to put things back as close to the way they were as he could make it, just in case.
Despite his initial misgivings, it was relatively easy to find the journal - simple-minded as he was, he'd kept it with him under his pillow. Roxas almost wanted to smile, but Demyx was still a member of the Organisation - he was still an enemy. Still, he gave him the dignity of his privacy, and merely skimmed through the pages looking for something that could be a computer password. From his quick glances, he saw pieces of daily events, complaints, a few lyrics (most scribbled out), and only found what he was looking for on the inside cover at the back of the small book.
So that's the password... heh, what do you know.
Placing the journal back under Demyx's pillow, he began to head down the corridor to the computer room - when he spotted a door marked with an VIII. Axel's room.
Pausing, Roxas reached out a hand towards it. It had been a while since he had seen Axel, and the last time they had met properly in person, it hadn't precisely been the way either of them had wanted the meeting to go. He still felt bad about that, and maybe because of that, he wasn't entirely as angry as he felt he should be that the Organisation had returned. So like Demyx, did this mean that Axel, as a member of the Organisation, was an enemy? Roxas pushed the door open.
Axel's journal wasn't that hard to find - it was on his desk. Roxas knew that despite his nature, Axel usually kept up to date with his reports. It would give a clear impression of what he'd missed of the Organisation's activities before he had returned as a Nobody. Flicking through it, he took in Axel's records of his missions. It certainly looked like he had been sent all over by the Organisation - it seemed their net had been stretched even wider across the worlds than before. As ever, it looked as if getting Hearts was their main aim, no doubt attempting to rebuild their Kingdom Hearts. But as it always had been with the Organisation, it looked like there were always secrets that meant the whole plot was left in shadow. They didn't seem to be skirmishing much with their Heartlesses either - strange, since they were the closest threat to their territory. What was Xemnas thinking?
"I think that Roxas's absence is finally getting to me."
Roxas closed the book, and leaving the diary back on the desk, he silently left the room.
It only took a moment for him to locate the computer room - it was a bleak room, just like all the other rooms of the Castle. The computer itself was a metallic grey, its three screens dead, empty and lifeless. Roxas booted it up, and lights flickered on behind the glass, the keyboard also lighting up. The prompt for a password came up on the screen, empty and mechanical, a piece of translated code. The blond Wielder tapped in the word he had read off the journal of Number IX.
Login... DEMYX
Roxas allowed himself a satisfied smile. He was in.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 17, 2012 11:39:53 GMT -4
The screen went blue before uploading Demyx's obnoxious wallpaper along with miniature icons. His recycle bin was full with old unnecessary files including messages and notices from fellow members. The Organization had gone digital in regards to storing information success and failure of missions, and speaking of missions, Demyx had left open a series of windows and folders. All of them was marked Destiny Island, but one of the windows were minimized, a message from Saix.
Once clicked the window would expand taking up a forth of the screen.
Demyx, I was informed, you were supposed to be scouting Destiny Island, but you wasted our time by frolicking with some undine.
Your behavior has been noted, and the animal has been disposed of. I will remind Xaldin that this is our strong hold not a petting zoo. For your misconduct, you’ll be taking direct orders from Xigbar and Xaldin; if I’m informed of you forwarding your insolence again I will deal with you personally. If you manage to behave yourself orderly, I may even bestow the only treasure your pet has left you, but I’ll let the Superior decide what would become of her heart.
- Saix
On the lower right side of screen, there was a letter icon that illuminated and blinked red. In there was an old message from Vexen that hadn't been open up. It was sent to everyone, but who knows how many actually to Vexen seriously to see his so called "Important Message for Immediate Responses".
One of my specimen are missing! While I was studying the basis of these aeons brought to me by Axel, one managed to escape Castle Oblivion. I don't know if you one of you ruffians stole, but it's a pale blue beryllium aluminium cyclosilicate, or rather for you simpletons, an Aquamarine. Worlds forbids if the specimen is WALKING. Here are more reports for her; I do suspect Subject 2 would come back for Subject 1 and Subject 3.
In that case, I demand some hands down here if she ever returns and some scouts to hunt her down. Last I recall, Zexion was in pursuit of her, but I haven't heard any reports from that boy.
Name: Specimen 2 Specie: some sort of sentient, but they call themselves Aeon from a world called Spira Element: Ice
Seeing how Specimen 1 and Specimen 3 are rather exotic creatures, I bet she is just as strange herself. I haven't been able to observe her myself to give you more details, but they speak of her being...blue, and they call her Aphrodite.
There were files on the other specimen that Vexen housed in Castle Oblivion; naturally he dubbed them crude names, but there were notes that they identified themselves as Apollo and Hermes. There were naturally more notes and observation on them as well as Vexen's noted attempts to convert them into successful Nobodies and Heartless.
Ironically about Vexen's message was a email from Zexion stating he had more important affairs to tend to for the Organization and handed his duties in hunting the Aeon over to the aquatic subordinate. He coyly mentioned since he, Demyx, enjoyed making company of aquatic fancies, then an Ice Aeon wouldn't be so hard to lure. Yet there was another message from Xaldin that commanded him to abort previous demands and come to meeting to discuss further ventures.
One line stood out from the rest, "Maybe your previous frolicking their would come in handy."
"Maybe your previous frolicking their would come in handy."
Well, it certainly seemed the Organisation was keeping busy, but it also looked like they hadn't lost their touch of keeping things vague. He remembered how there had been jokes as to whether there even was a plan, but it was always undertoned with the mutual, slightly dark awareness that few of them, if any at all, knew exactly what was going on with the Organisation. Roxas felt a slight grind of irritation in his jaw as he realised that despite being privy to the database of projects and operations of the Organisation, there wasn't anything new that could potentially change the game as it stood now, which therefore meant that he wasn't really getting anywhere.
There's got to be something. Everything about the Organisation's on here, so why can't I find anything?
Looking over the screens again, he was beginning to feel the pressure of being an intruder right in the middle of the enemy's nest with no current escape plan aside from the front door. Sora had managed to infiltrate the Castle because he had Donald and Goofy as well as two other Keyblade Masters behind him, and he had effectively wiped out more than half the Organisation already by the time he'd made his visit. Roxas was on his own, with a fully-armed, 12-man strong Organisation at the height of its power potentially ready to RTC all at once and very probably obliterate him upon arrival.
Scrolling through computer's contents, he decided that he'd better go through with his original plan and try to find some kind of directory which could help him find something a little more useful in the library. As he flicked through the long list of projects that the Organisation had undertaken, Roxas wondered exactly how much had been going on without him knowing, even when he had been a part of the group. Replica projects, memory research, heart sciences... it all seemed to be a collection of proof of how far away he was from getting what he came for. Wait. Something on that list seemed familiar...
Replica projects... where have I heard that before... wasn't there something like a replica of Riku in Castle Oblivion? But no, it seems more familiar than that...
His curiosity sufficiently aroused, Roxas opened the file and began reading. His eyes widened as he took in the full meaning of the project log. What was this? There had been a project to create copies? Moreover, a copy of him? He'd never have guessed that behind his back, the Organisation had been creating something like this, but for some reason, the thought didn't come to him as a shock as he felt it should have. Maybe the extent of how far the Organisation would go to achieve its ends was already well in his awareness, maybe it was something else.
Replication data... application of memory... Riku wasn't the only one they copied. They wanted hearts, and for that, someone who can wield a Keyblade is perfect. But when you can't get it, there's always need for some muscle. But there's no data about the copy they made of me, or any of the other replication data. That must be in the library. Now I know what I'm looking for.
He logged out of the computer, and with a moment's pause, he summoned his Keyblade, unleashing a ferocious barrage of swift, explosive strikes that made short work of the machine in front of him. He plunged his weapon into the deep scar he'd torn into the metal, and released a spiralling sphere of light directly into it, ensuring that everything inside was destroyed.
I hate computers.
Without looking back, Roxas turned and walked out into the corridor, heading towards the library.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 2, 2012 18:50:53 GMT -4
The library was an off-white room in the blinding monotone stiffness of the castle’s interior design. The only splash of colors were the various books that decorated the white shelves, all aligned in neat rows. The room was well kept as if it hadn’t been utilized in days or constantly cleaned; nothing was out of place. There may be a few books on a coffee table surrounded by white chairs, but they were stacked neatly from largest to smallest.
There weren’t as many literary work than scientific articles. The Organization was led and forged from men of science, which was probably why it was vacant. The rest of the ranks lacked the desire to inquire into the sciences and psychological effects of the heart, but given the Organization’s activities they were truly masterminds in twisting the limits of the hearts, grasping it weakness, and molding it in their hands like clay to blossom into a visionary product. The puppetry of Sora throughout Castle Oblivion spoke volumes as he was brought to believe in the reality of a mere shadow. The Organization had plenty of volumes of inquiries, questions, observations, and research; one just had to narrow down their search pool to find what they seek.
Instead of using a typical numerical system to categorize their books, all of them were placed in alphabetical order for easy finding, since they were all written by the same group of individuals. The section for the R’s was short and shared shelves with other topics. The manuscript of the Replica Project was a black booklet leaning diagonally on neighboring books. Perhaps Vexen had indulged himself, revisiting the topic before restarting the program. Few things were typed, handwritten, or integrated with both.
After opening the worn cover and flipping the pages, Roxas would find age tinted pages with various handwritings updating the book. It seemed the entire Organization could’ve contributed to the crafting of it. There were some oil and coffee stains here and there amongst some of the pages that were doggy-eared, a corner bent backwards for safe-keeping and easy find.
It didn't take long for him to find, as with the rest of the rooms in the Castle. While he didn't like thinking back on his Organisation times too much, he supposed it was helpful that he had the information accessible to him now. Upon entering, he saved himself the sentimental looking around and headed straight for the R shelf, knowing that he needed to find what he was looking for quickly. He'd spent too much time here already, and it was only a matter of time before he was discovered. It was already miraculous that everyone was out on a mission at the same time, and he wasn't going to be counting on his luck for much longer.
Drifting his finger over the row of shelves once, his hand reached out and pulled out the black manuscript from its place. Opening it up, he glanced across the pages, his eyes searching around for his name, the word 'Keyblade' and 'Sora' next on his priority. It didn't take long for him to take in the full significance of the words he was reading, and his eyes went wide as the full impact of the information struck him.
What if you can craft new ones or erase the old? ...We'd be creators and destroyers in our own right, and recreate the worlds in our image.
His fingers gripped the manuscript a little harder than necessary, creasing the pages as he turned over to continue reading, almost tearing it. So the Organisation thought that they would mess around with the one thing that Nobodies had left to call their own? All to stoke their own egos?
We've crafted a being of our own image, a replica. ...a mere shadow of another person... the power of the keyblade... No. I with Sora's memories... able to ingest and absorb another... valuable... if Roxas doesn't follow through.
Roxas violently closed the manuscript, clenching it between his fists as if willing the words between his fingers to disintegrate, before giving in and tearing the paper between his fingers. So all he'd been to the Organisation was just a thing to hold a Keyblade for them. From the very beginning, he'd never been considered to being anything close to a comrade. From the very beginning he'd never been anything more than a puppet, dancing on their invisible strings like a fool.
Yet it seemed that wasn't the end. Roxas might have been the first, but it seemed that the Organisation never ran out of ways to prove how much sicker they could get. They had created not just one, but two more replicas - Nobodies like themselves who they had treated like their playthings, toying with their being and memories with no remorse, all to pursue their own selfish, twisted ends. He'd never considered Nobodies as 'monsters', and had often felt a little at odds whenever Sora and his friends had faced them as such. But if this was the true face of Nobodies, if this was what they really were, then they truly were that - monsters, inhuman.
His Keyblade burst angrily into being in his hand, and his shaking hands froze momentarily before it ripped through the air, shearing cruel scars through the bookshelves as torn pages exploded about him. His storm-blue eyes flashed with fury as he swung again, flinging a white flurry outwards. He let out a cry of rage as he slashed again and again, tearing the books into pages and the pages into shreds. He didn't care what it was, he just wanted to break something, anything, even as he spotted something flash towards him from the corner of his eye -