X-treme Boredom

[sephiroth]

In retrospect, they were nowhere.

Everything seemed to be going in constant circles. The only real thing that seemed a main failsafe was the unreliability of practically everyone else, and in many ways, Xigbar was all but through with it. Briefly glancing to the bottle halfway finished in his hand, he grunted something unintelligble, a sound of general disgust more than anything else, and turned his attention back to the wall.

No missions, nothing to do...

Granted, a little downtime was good; the Freeshooter would be the first to admit this. He actually tended to prefer it; it was a lot harder to plant carnivorous plants in Marluxia's ill-fated garden when he was constantly kept busy. Lately, however, there had been no news whatsoever, save the occasional contact with another. Some were told what and what not to do, but such things were increasingly few and far between. Those that were there were left to their own devices, which II did not actually believe the best of plans. They'd done that with Oblivion, and look where it got them.

Completely bored, he took another gulp from the bottle. There really was no point, when all was said and done.

Finally, once again bored of boredom, the Freeshooter stood, stretched, finished off the beer and suspended the bottle in the air, tapping it lightly with one finger to give it a spin. Weightless, and with nothing to impact it, it would continue to spin until someone did something about it. Once he was satisfied with his signature (some called it litter, he called it art), Xigbar headed off, quite in search of anything to occupy himself.

That was just the problem, however. Prankster he may be, but not only did he have his limits, but he also had his own pride. Increasingly, as days wore on, becoming weeks, months, years -- he came to the realization that they had completely lost sight of the original goal, using it just as an excuse for a rush for power. Loyal to a fault, Xigbar was not about to consider leaving, but with the uneasy inactivity, leaving the nobodies to largely do as they pleased, things grew steadily worse. Nothing was enforced any more. Nothing was anything anymore, even more so than it usually was. In a way, the irony did not fail to escape him. How fitting for things of nothingness to do nothing.

The hell with this.

Idly strolling down the Hall Of Unnecessary Length, eventually ending in The Kitchen Of Usually Inedible Food Experiments, he glanced around, still thinking.

To a moderate degree, thinking was a good thing. The problem lay when there was nothing else to do but think back on the current situation.

And, as always, there was the fact that it was not only Xigbar left to speculate.

[qwertyuiopaz]

"Xigbar." a voice echoed from behind him, bouncing off the walls from the very same hallway. Had Lexaeus been following Xigbar? No. He had simply been in a daze, walking to the refrigerator. Why? Obviously, fate. But, his original reason of doing so wasn't quite clear to him. Was it the fact that he had nothing to do except walk about the castle? That was probably it.

Lexaeus had heard of some of the pranks Xigbar had done, and had even been the victim of a few, but he let Xigbar have his fun and be over with it. 'Life', as much of a life this was, went on. Went on to what? More of the same? Sitting around, doing nothing, while as far as they knew, the Dark XII could be collaborating with the keybearers in an attempt to strike the Organization down and wipe them from existence forever, only to be stabbed in the back.

It didn't seem so bad, once he thought about it for a bit.

Lexaeus had thought about death many a time. What happened once you died, what would become of your heartless once you died, what would happen if both you and your heartless died- he assumed there was a waiting lobby of some sort for people whose nobodies had died, but the heartless hadn't, or vice-versa. And once the heartless died, you would once again become one being, only to not be able to go back to the world from which you came, only went on to what was next. What was next, though, was the real question.

There were so many accounts, many fake, many believed, of what came in the afterlife. Personally, Lexaeus just thought it was like being trapped in a dark closet, floating, for a long time- until some form of science brought him back to life. Years went by in seconds, months in instances; time seemed like the only thing that kept you thinking, yet time was the only thing that confused you beyond belief. What happened when you stopped thinking?

That was a different question entirely.

The matter at hand now was boredom and missions. No missions were at hand, thus boredom was the result. And Lexaeus did not take well to the boredom, in fact just roaming the castle in hopes of something to do. And the other membered wondered why Xigbar did the things he did. Quite frankly, it was the only entertainment they had in this place besides missions, whether they liked it or not. Lexaeus wasn't particularly an optimist, nor a pessimist, but this he found slightly good. If they didn't have Xigbar, then people would probably be sleeping all day, or just making up missions. Lexaeus wasn't one to go right out for danger, his life meant more than boredom. He could go through some days, weeks, months, until he had another mission.

And yet, Xigbar was right in front of him.