Two years since the Fall of Xemnas and the Old Organization. Two years since Nobodies and Heartless were last seen. Until now.

Teenagers are given the power to wield the legendary weapon known as the Keyblade, which means one thing. Chaos is amuck in the Universe of Kingdom Hearts.

Heartless have resurfaced, and with them, Nobodies. With Nobodies comes their leaders, a group known as Organization XIII, although this New Organization does not have the factions that brought about the former's fall.

Though how will the New Organization and the recently chosen KeyBlade Wielders fit into the mix, with a darkness looming over the horizion, of an unknown enemy?

Only you can decide.....

Rules:

-No God-modding or Power-playing.
-Be nice to your fellow Role-Players.
-Have fun.
-Romance is PG-13, the rest you two lovebirds can PM all you like.
-Have fun.
-Bring APPLE DUMPLIN'S! Or else.
-Have fun.

Templates:

Organization Member Template

Name:
Title:
Number:
Element: (Has to be included in ze title. Ever played KH 2, then you ought to know..)
Weapon:
Guard Nobody:

Age: (What they look around..)
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography: (includes how they became a Nobody,blah blah..)
Theme Song: (optional)
Battle Song: (optional)




KeyBlade Wielder Template:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapon: (Keyblade, what type, what does it look like, etc.)

Appearance:
Personality:
Biography: (Include how your character obtained the KeyBlade, however brief you want to be..)

Theme Song: (optional)
Battle Song: (optional)


**You can be allowed to have both an Organization member and a KeyBlade Wielder - This will depend on how many join the RP.

My Template:


Name: Xaros
Title: The Furious Ranger
Number: XII
Element: Fire

Weapon: A Longbow, made of a sin-coloured metallic substance, with four white spikes, two on each end, and two near the grip, made of white leather, banded around the Longbow's center, for either of his hands to grip, and a Quiver with Arrows, made of the same metallic substance, with white sharp arrowheads, and white feathers at the ends. He carries an endless supply of arrows, and can use his Longbow as a melee weapon and as a boomerang if need be.

Guard Nobody: The Archer - Personal guards and minions of Organization's Number XII, they kill without hesitation, and hold the ability to float and hover about the battlefield. They travel in groups of four to eight, and can strategize and defeat their opponent within minutes.

They are white, with upside-down cone-shaped rounded heads, and robes made in similarity to their master's garb, and bear solid white longbows of their own, with matching quivers and arrows.

Age: Looks around the age of 25

Appearance: Raven-black hair with deep blue tips, arctic-colored eyes, tanned skin, and a scar on his left cheek in the shape of a half-circle. Xaros stands at about 6'1, wearing the traditional Organization coat and outfit, and is usually seen with the hood pulled up, or pipe in mouth. He is semi-built, but usually prefers to sit in his private seat of power, or in his XII Throne in the Throne Room, and read on subjects pertaining to and about Nobodies.

Personality: A cruel, cold, heartless sadist, who seems to know his way around town before everyone else does. He allies with those he knows will keep their word, especially to achieve his own ends. His actions may be unorthodox, but he usually gets the job done.

Biography: The Nobody of a man named Oras Grey de Westu, from a World near the outside of the Kingdom Hearts Universe, named Erde, who claims that his Other was once a Wielder of the Keyblade, who lost his Heart whilst fighting the Heartless that attacked his HomeWorld.

He also claims that he, as a Nobody, attempted to regenerate by finding his Heart within the Darkness, but spoke that his Heartless had already been destroyed by KeyBlade Wielders.

So Xaros seems to have a distaste towards anyone brandishing a Keyblade, despite his 'ungiven' thanks to 'them and their ilk' , as he names them, for his becoming a Nobody, regarding his Other as a weakling compared to him.

The Furious Ranger also mentions of once knowing an entity by the name of 'DiZ', and masquerading as an unknown agent in the days of the Old Organization XIII, allying himself with this 'DiZ' character.

To this darkened day, Xaros is either seen amongst his fellow Organization members within the walls of The Castle That Never Was, in The Dark City below, or he is residing within his personal seat of power - Zirakugil.

Zirakugil - A dark, nightmarish forest surrounded by a range of mountains, surrouding a lone castle resting atop a plateau. The forest pine trees are pitch-black, and a strange form of Wolf Nobody lurks within the Dark Forest, designed to ensnare their victims through the use of the person's memories.

The castle, Zirakugil, is formed of obsidian-like stone, the inside hallways and rooms built of the marble substance found in places such as Castle Oblivion, or The Castle That Never Was. Xaros keeps a Throne Room, a Laboratory, and twelve other living quarters besides his own, each marked from I to XIII, skipping XII in the process, made for emergency circumstances, or if a fellow Organizantion member should happen to stop by for a visit.


Theme Song: Inside The Fire - Disturbed

Battle Song: It's All Over - Three Days Grace


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Name: Rowan Kelagaarde
Age: Looks around 25, reported age to have been 10,156 years of age in Erde timing.
Gender: Male

Weapon: Hazer'liern, Blade of the Morning. A golden-silver mix metallic hilt, with a single hexagonal-cut sapphire placed into where the blade meets the hilt. The blade is of the same metal, with golden branches entwining with golden leaves strewn throughout it's length.

(Think of the blade design for the Ultima Keyblade from KH 2..) The the blade ends with two prongs forged to resemble lightining bolts, curving back towards the hilt and then curving back towards the end of the blade.

Appearance: Rowan Kelagaarde stands at 6'2, and is semi-built. He wears a dark brown, nearly black, tunic, with a black leather belt, dark brown leggings, black leather boots, and a shoulder-cloak that descends over his right arm, chained to his left shoulder by a set of silver clasps. He also carries a silver horn, which hangs from his right shoulder and swings around the left side of his waist by a platinum chain. See Seir'halan, Horn of the Light.

Personality: As a Lord of Light, Rowan was formed of pure light by the Maker, before the creation of Erde. He is a kind man, though he has a cold edge, unlike his other seven brothers. The Arcanist of the Lords of Light will not hesitate to destroy any creature of darkness, known as Heartless, or beings of neither light nor dark - Nobodies.

He has an attachment to sadism, and if needed, will interrogate any prisoners taken as painful as possible, and is without mercy. Rowan's personal hatred of the Darkness goes back ten thousand years of his time, and he will wipe out anyone not known personally to him, or in his way, to total annihilation. He enjoys chatting, chess, sword-play, and reading.


Biography: The second of the Lords of Light to be created by the Maker before the Creation of Erde. Together, in accordance with the Maker, the Master of Time's Wheel, the Master of Fate and Chance, and his seven brothers of The Lords of Light, they formed Erde.

Rowan then chose three hundred of the newly created humans and endowed them with the power of magic. He created the Tower of Light from the very 'bones of the earth', and had the magic-given humans join him, and learn more of the mysteries of magic.

The likes of Raaquis du Sade, Kalion Harlon, and Releane Leirion became known well amongst the pupils, and by the Serlan'aran'liern'gal, Rowan Kelagaarde himself.

Then Selene Katira came one dark autumn evening, seeking shelter for the winter. She soon seduced Kalion Harlon and his seven fellows, into leaving Toer'oe'serlan, after murdering several of the serlan'gal inside.

The night before, Selene Katira had attempted to seduce Raaquis du Sade into joining them, but he scorned her, and left her burning for revenge. She left him with a 'Fleur de Lis'-shaped burn scar on the back of his left hand.

Rowan Kelagaarde awoke to dead students, and a burned pupil. Then he learned of his Betrayers, and went to his seven brothers for aid. Thus the Twilight Wars began, and battles between the Lords of Light and the Lords of Oblivion clashed on Erde.

Near the end of the Twilight Wars, seven of the eight Lords of Oblivion captured, along with the Temptress, Selene Katira, all that remained was Kalion Harlon, now called Kal'zhirrak.

Rowan Kelagaarde had already attempted capturing his former favored student, and failed. Now, with his brother, Toras Illazharken, they captured The Corruptor, and encased the Lords of Oblivion and the Temptress inside a Wall of Holding made by Raaquis du Sade, within the Centre of Oblivion, in short, the Abyssal 'Hell' of Erde.

Then Rowan, after falling in love betwixt him and Releane, though she was mortal, and he of the Maker's Firstborn, Accepted Tetra Draguskulian's Choice, and became Xoran Grey, thus beginning the House Grey in Erde. Releane died of old age, and Xoran soon took his service under Tetra, now Zhark Orodruin.

Ten thousand years passed until Rowan Kelagaarde resumed his true self, when the Lords of Oblivion managed to break the holy seals over the Wall of Holding, and Raaquis du Sade, now Ezekeal Barzlon, appeared in Zhark Orodruin's company, and Elizabeth Viral slew her father, Regias Viral, and she became engaged to Fenrir Twizen.

Then two years went by, and Heartless appeared, seeming to come from Oblivion, though the Lords of Oblivion did not summon them, as Zhark Orodruin confirmed. So the Lords of Oblivion, in exchange for free passage into and out of Erde, were charged with the task of keeping the creatures of darkness at bay.

Then the Heartless surfaced from Oblivion to Erde, and the Lords of Light were forced to defend the World from destruction, but to no avail. The magics of the serlan'gal proved to no avail, and the Lords of Light permitted Rowan to forge a portal in the Tower of Light, by then known as the Tower of the Greys.

Fenrir Twizen had already disappeared two years before, trying to configure the source of the Heartless, leaving via the Serlan'oe'portel'aran'tiern in the Fortress of Light, headquarters of the Lords of Light. It ceased to function afterwards.

Rowan then took Elizabeth Viral, Viktor Twizen, Carcaroth, and Releane Leirion-Kelagaarde through the mystical portal to Twilight Town made by him, escaping the savage Heartless. He was then separated from his friends, and sent to a strange place, where the floor of a plateau-like monolith, depicted him wielding a strange blade, the faces of Carcaroth in his wolf's head helm, Viktor, Releane, and Ezekeal, as well as Zhark Orodruin, in the flooring.

Then, subconsciously, he threw out his right hand, and to his amazement, the exact blade depicted in the floor appeared, gripped in his fist. Then the word Keyblade aroused in his mind.

He gave it a few swings, until he was sent into the midst of his friends, as they were getting up from exiting the portal, which had dispersed, leaving them in Twilight Town.

Since then he has gotten rooming with Releane, Elizabeth, Viktor, and Carcaroth. Zhark Orodruin and his son, Giras Orodruin, live next door, and Vyra Orodruin lives with Viktor and the rest. The Lords of Light live across the street, and sell their enchanted wares to the public.

Kal'zhirrak and The Lordaers oe Oblivae, and Selene Katira, the Temptress, were neither presumed dead or alive by Zhark Orodruin.

Theme Song: I Climb - Thousand Foot Krutch

Battle Song: Twisted Transistor - Korn



** Your template doesn't have to be as overextensive as mine, just fill out the template according to how it should be done, and in your own manner. Thankies.

This is kinda like the Apprentice XIII RP that died. XD.

KeyBlade Wielder Template:

Name: Alvita (Latin for "full of life)

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Weapon: (I don't really get this part of the template, so correct me if I'm wrong ^^) Light-element Keyblade. Its name is Lumenos. Looks similar to Diamond Dust ((Click!)) except it's pure white. It sports a pure silver blade and a diamond hilt.

Appearance: Long snow white hair with light blue highlights. She has long side bangs and ties part of her hair into two thin braids with golden ribbons. Alvita wears a light blue dress that ends a little above the knees. Loosely around her waist, is a golden belt with pouches in which she carries potions and other such items. She also wears white boots with blue laces that goes to her mid-calf. Finally Alvita has white gloves with small golden chains that has the fingers cut off.

Personality: As her name suggests, she is cheerful, down-to-earth, kind-hearted, and a little mischievous.

Biography: She lived a peaceful, medieval-ish world called Estion. Though a rich noble, she was free-loving and hates anything formal. Always escaping the castle and roaming the streets with some of her commoner friends, she one day came across a mysterious blade deep in a cave. Curious as she always was, she immediately removed it from its resting place and took it as her own. Over time, she began to realize that she was the only one who could wield it, as her friends could not even lift it.

Theme Song: (optional)

Battle Song: (optional)

FYI everyone JJ wrote the bio for Lizzii which is why it says "Fiance of Fenrir Twizen" I'm too lazy to change it. xD ((andhe'sveryterritorial. . .))

Oh, and *gives JJ peanut butter cookies.* Happy nowz? Sammii wrote Lexa's and it's suprisingly not exactly what you wrote in third person. Haha, I'm so KEWL. x3

>.o

Organization Member Template

Name: Lexa
Title: The Arctic Sketch
Number: X
Element: Snow
Weapon: Her drawings;; She can either draw something and bring it to life, or draw something, someone, or a memory and make it so whatever it was never existed.
Guard Nobody: Flurries;; Small nobodies that are protected by a shield of snow flurries which they use to attack. The snow multiplies and attacks the target by shooting out at high speeds and hitting the target then releasing into a thick flurry of snow all around the target blinding them for a couple moments and then disappearing. Leaving just enough time for a quick escape. Lexa’s flurries are mainly used for defensive terms, or as distractions until she can finish quickly drawing a cage around her opponent(s).

Age: Looks around 23
Appearance: Long-ish brown hair with red, blue and purple tips mixed together at the ends. It’s usually in a messy bun that reaches to the middle of her neck with her bangs sweeping over the top of her right eye. She has hazel eyes, and a smile that could break your heart.

She wears a silver necklace with a charm that looks like a vine holding a blue topaz heart, and a bracelet that matches. It has blue topaz hearts with one peridot circle shaped gemstone on each side, then two silver links connecting to the next pattern of blue topaz hearts with one peridot circle shaped gemstone on each side until it ends at the latches that go together to make the bracelet fit around her wrist.

Clothing wise, she wears black leggings that go down to the middle of her calves, a knee length blue, flowy skirt, and a light gray baby doll style tube top with black halter ties, a purple empire waist, a double lined bodice. She also wears purple arm warmers that start half way between her elbows and her shoulders then go down to the middle of her forearm.

She hates to wear her Organization coat, but she’ll wear it only when she absolutely has to. Even then, she always has her other cloths underneath. The hood is always down when she wears it also.

Personality: A hopeless wanderer, she often takes walks through Twilight Town and Destiny Island just wondering what it would be like to actually be able to love, but without a heart, and the organization following her every move there’s no way she could actually get close enough to a human being to ask. Because of this she often pushes everyone away from her, keeping a protective shield around herself from those whom she doesn’t trust. This causes her to seem snobby and stuck-up. For those who are outside of her protective shield she acts stubborn, and rude. Not afraid to verbally flame, or just plain kick their ass if they piss her off in the slightest. She loves to play tricks on people because she feels that most people deserve it in one way or another, and she also loves to annoy people with insulting nicknames and drawings of them doing things that she brings to life if they piss her off. If you’re of the very few that are inside her shields you’ll greatly benefit from it. She would do anything to protect her small amount of friends, and while she does still pick on them it tends to be more playful then insulting. Sadly, many have gotten close to her then took advantage of her which caused getting inside her protective boundaries harder than ever.
Biography: Lexa got her name from, at that point, an unknown stranger who took her from the darkness and into what he called, “the White Room.” He was the one who created her new name, gave her the Organization’s trench coat, and made her number X of Organization XIII.

At first, it seemed as if she was the first member of Organization XIII to not have any special powers, or weapon of some sort. One day, while wandering around a city called “Twilight Town” she randomly started drawing a run-down mansion she had ran across. After she finished the drawing, the mansion re-appeared completely restored, and just as she had imagined it to look in her drawing.

Shocked at what she had done, she ripped the drawing to pieces which caused the mansion to crumble back down to it’s lowly state before she had magically fixed it.

Although she didn’t want to know what else she could do, she still wandered around Twilight Town seeing if there was anything else that would spark a trigger of some sort and lead her to another power, or possibly to other self.

When that didn’t work she went back to Castle Oblivion and decided that wandering around the streets in an ugly black trench coat wasn’t working for her. Not to mention that when she did the heartless attacked her like crazy and she wasn’t very good at fighting.

So the next day she went out and got her own cloths. Which she wore everywhere including Castle Oblivion, no matter what the others said, and only wore her trench coat when she had to.

In this way, she wasn’t apart of the Organization at all. Which happened to be exactly what she wanted.

Theme Song: “Hold Me Tonight” Angel One
Battle Song: “Already Over” Red


KeyBlade Wielder Template:

Name: Elizabeth Noelle Viral
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Weapon: Eternal Snow ((Haha yes, I’m that idiotic. x3));; A pure white, and silver keyblade. The two colors twisting all around the keyblade in a snow like swirl. The actually blade of the weapon shaped like half of a snow flake.

Appearance: Medium length dark brown hair with red streaks, it hangs just above her shoulders, bangs sweeping over the top of her left eye. She has hazel eyes, and a smile that could break your heart. Stands at about 5'4; she wears a blue, graphic Paramore T-Shirt that hugs her small frame. Overtop a black, fitted cloth jacket -which shows off her small frame even further- with sleeves that go down to her elbows and stop. She also wears a pair of faded blue jeans and black high heeled boots that make her look like she’s 5'7. Along with her sliver Triquetra necklace and bangle bracelets on her right arm.
Personality: A self-proclaimed, “hyper-active bundle of annoyingness,” she is usually very skittish. Randomly freaking out when she sees a spider, when someone sneaks up on her or just for the hell of it, she likes to have fun. Which usually includes sneaking out of her room at night and partying with her friends. She’s extremely clumsy and loves to never second guess her first instant decisions. That quality usually gets her in more trouble then it’s really worth, but her friends are always there to make sure she doesn’t kill herself, or at least there to point out some important details in her strange, sugar-endorsed plans. Despite her teenage antics, she’s actually very mature, but only when she has to be. Making important decisions isn’t exactly her favorite thing to do, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t smart enough to actually do them, however, there’s a good chance she’ll pick a choice that isn’t actually something she was supposed to pick from. Headstrong and determined, she’ll get what she need to done, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’ll do it how others tell her to, making her own crazy, random plans is much more fun then a strategy made by someone else. However, her plans tend to get her, and everyone else for that matter, nearly killed. But who doesn’t love a near-death experience?
Biography: Fiancé of Fenrir Twizen until his strange disappearance when the Heartless came to Erde, her home world. She was taken by Rowan Kelagaarde and Releane Leirion into the Tower of the Greys, along with Carcaroth and Viktor Twizen, as the Heartless ravaged her world. There Rowan was able to open a Portal of Light, to send them to an unknown world, later to be known as Twilight Town. Ezekeal Barzlon, a friend of Rowan and Releane, elected to stay behind and learn more of these unknown entities.

Elizabeth acquired her Keyblade, Eternal Snow, when Heartless entered the Tower of the Greys, attracted by the amount of light set off by Rowan. It flashed into her hand as they approached, and by then the group had gone through the Portal.

She now resides in Twilight Town, within a housing structure, along with Rowan, Releane, Carcaroth, Viktor, and Vyra. The Lords of Light live across the street, selling some enchanted wares to the public, including serlan-blades. (Light-enchanted blades).

Zhark Orodruin and his son, Giras Orodruin, arrived a few days later, mentioning of a force different than the Heartless, known as Nobodies, white sentient beings without a Heart, but have a Body and Soul.

Ezekeal Barzlon never returned from his inspection of the Nobodies in Erde, and was presumed dead by his colleagues, and Fenrir's whereabouts were also unknown.

The Lords of Oblivion, being Kal'zhirrak and his fellows, and Selene Katira, were not known of being dead or alive by Zhark Orodruin.
Theme Song: “Average Girl” Barlow Girl ((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFXXDX2dmgI))
Battle Song: “Falling Inside The Black” Skillet ((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D29P8C7dQFI))

JOIN! WE HAVE COOKIES! :clap:

*sets out tray of a mountain of cookies*

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Keyblade Wielder Template:

Name: Arcane Chosenwill
Age: appears to be 30
Gender: Male
Weapon: Heartless Keyblade (click)
Power: Manipulation of Darkness and usage of the corridors of darkness.

Appearance: Tall, Slender, and Foreboding. Always wears a pitch-black cloak with scratched and dented silver drawstrings in the shape of the Heartless emblem. His face is always covered in an eerie darkness that, even in bright light, cannot be diminished, only his bright yellow eyes can be seen through the ebony shroud. A pair of black gloves covers his hands which he never removes. His boots are cracked and wrinkled from repeated exposure to rough terrain and sand.

Personality: A solemn wanderer. He is grim, gaunt, quiet, and enigmatic, yet he is also rather smug in his demeanor. Always seeming to know something that everyone else overlooks. He avoids confrontation because of personal beliefs, but is not afraid to let his blade do the talking. Always on the move, never lingering in one spot for any longer than he has to. He does not murder in cold blood but does not tolerate injustice and, he never underestimates his opponents.

Biography: Through the darkness he saw day. During the experiments of the six apprentices of Ansem the wise, they kidnapped on Arcane, at about the age of 15, when he had been uprooted from his home by the destruction of his world, Elysium. He arrived in traverse town and was immediately snatched up as a "lab-rat" for Xehanort's experiments. Deep within the bowls of the abandoned Hollow Bastion, Arcane was tortured, tested, and manipulated using the darkness and advanced machinery invented by Ansem. Upon closer examination, they discovered that Arcane was indeed able to wield a keyblade. Withstanding the hideous experiments, they pushed him even further, extrapolating more data from him then from any other test subject to date. He was the first and only recipient of the "hybrid" experiment. His heart was brutally stripped from his soul and body, and crushed like glass. From the hatred Arcane had for the six, Xehanort derived a heartless form. He then went on to synthesize a new heart from Arcane's previous one, and caged his Nobody. Three long and grueling months later in the pit of the basement, the boy's heartless was molded, sculpted and shaped into the "ultimate heartless". Finally, his Heartless, Nobody, and new heart were fused together utilizing the heartless synthesizer. Lost and disoriented, without old memory, but with a new found power, Arcane broke free of the bonds that held him in the basement, and disappeared into the darkness. He now goes where there is cruelty and destruction, hunting down nobodies and heartless alike, waiting to take his revenge.

OOC: I'm just gonnna start this, instead of waiting for people to join. That, and Sammii will rip my head off if I don't..or worse.. :ara:


IC:


Nobodies are merely Somebodies, only they are stronger, lacking a Heart. Unless they act like those witless lackbrains that were Xemnas' Organization. They were mediocere in their actions and thinkings.

Only fools would lead a Keyblade Wielder into their stronghold and allow themselves to be unable to keep the child a prisioner. They failed in that aspect..

But that is not up to me to ponder over. I have my own strings to pull, and my own dice to roll.

Xaros sat in his Throne within Zirakugil, the cursed castle that was his seat of power, surrounded by a nightmarish forest and filled to the brim with a Wolf-type of Nobody, dubbed by The Furious Ranger as Dreamsnatchers. They used their victims hopes, dreams, and memories to lure them into traps, where the victim was deprived of Heart, thus adding to the Nobody and Heartless ranks.

The New Organization wasn't flawless, he knew that. Xaros would eventually find his own faction to ally with, be it Organization Member or Keyblade Wielder. As long as he remained whole, though lacking a Heart.

"You wanted me, Xaros?" the black-clad man stated, his hood up, an identical look to an Organization Member's outfit. Though he had something no Nobody could possess: A Heart.

Ezekeal Barzlon. The Sadist. The Architect. The Silver Harper. Such were the titles he had been known by the people of Erde. Now Erde was merely a Heartless-infested World, though there were still patches of living peoples there.

Xaros had kept his Other's memories, and found Erde easily. He claimed to be his Other, Oras Grey de Westu, and the men followed him. Even Ezekeal had been tricked into the scheme.

Then Xaros created his Archer Nobodies, and from then on they multiplied on a regular basis.

Ezekeal offered his services to The Furious Ranger, and who could deny such a wanting person?

Only a Heartless. Foul things, ever so dark, and they have no brain function. They attack needlessly, and fail miserably.

Ezekeal had even helped Xaros. Using his serlan-magic powers, Barzlon had used Xaros' memories of his other to build Zirakugil.


That, and he's the best musician I've ever heard. Plays the cello, seven-stringed harp, even a guitar. And he's got friends that can do that, and more, eh. I'll give him leave to invite them should we ever have a Festival here.

Ezekeal was well-built, and as tall as Xaros, if shorter an inch than his master. The man's cold blue eyes stared into the even colder arctic blue, the silvery-white blonde hair seeming to want to reach out to the raven hair with the deep blue tips. And get your damned hands cut off.

Xaros knew just as well as Ezekeal, or "Zeke" as he dubbed him when Xaros' peers deigned to drop by, that if it's one thing the two of them knew, it was how to outsmart, cheat, lie, seduce, and slaughter your way to victory, despite the casualties of anyone foolish enough to get in either The Furious Ranger or The Sadist's way.

"I want you to find those Keyblade Wielders. Keep tabs on every one of them. Start by searching Destiny Islands. We both know that's a hotspot for that hellish giant key to pop up."

"If you find nothing, move to Traverse Town, then to Twilight Town. If you find any of them, bring them here. Give them the finest rooms, save my own, but keep them out of sight, incase anyone we don't want comes to say hello."

"I'll deal with any of the Organization, and you, Zeke, play host to the Keyblade Wielders. Feed them, cloth them in the garments they wish. And give them the choice of mask. We're to have a Festival, and everyone's invited." Xaros said, chuckling.

"Everyone? Including the other Twelve?" Ezekeal asked. Strange of him to inquire. He never questioned of the Organization, until now.

"Of course, Zeke. But don't Organization members look just like humans, though lacking Hearts? A simple costume with a decent mask, and none's the wiser." Xaros said, grinning from within his hood, still pulled up.


"Xaros, don't tempt me to spike the punch with one of my nastier inventions. It may just be intended for your heartless, sadistic self." Ezekeal grinned, his cold eyes matching Xaros' with every glare.

"Whatever. Do your job, and I suggest keeping to your little oath of loyalty. Cross me and I'll have you roasting over a campfire before you can say knife." Xaros said, flicking his gloved hand in Ezekeal's direction, and The Architect dispersed into a column of light.

IC:

"So how come you're the only one who can hold it?" Siane complained as she watched her best friend swing the beautiful blade back and forth. Alvita grinned and teased playfully, "Maybe it only likes nobles."

Though Alvita was the daughter of one of the highest-ranking lords in Estion and Siane was the daughter of a mere blacksmith, the two were as close as twin sisters. The other girl scoffed at the prejudice statement, "Yeah right! Your father could not lift it either."

It has been two months since she found the Keyblade, and it never failed to mystify her. Why me of all people? If the sword chooses its master by their wisdom, then Alvita's older sisters could probably outmatch her hands down. If by strength, why not pick one of her brothers?

She had once taken it to Siane's father, a very famed and superior blacksmith. The man gawked at the material the blade was made from, as well as the elaborate designs. The work of a true master, he says. The blade was made of palladium, a hard metal to obtain even for the king.

Who would leave something as valuable as you inside a cave? Alvita lifted the sword with both hands and studied the lustrous blade. Perhaps someone WANTED me to find you...?

OOC: Semi-pointless beginning RP post FTW?. . .kindofcrappytooxd

EDIT: YOU TOOK MY SONG YOU LITTLE BACKSTABBING WEIRDO. Geezus. . .you wouldn't even have known about Thousand Foot Krutch without me JJ, and I shall get get you back. MARK SAMMII'S EVIL AND SADISTIC WORDS DUDE! xD

IC: Lexa wandered aimlessly around Twilight Town as she usually did. Changing out of her organization coat really did help keep the heartless attacks down. Which was good, her power was cool, but not very good unless she had time to actually draw the attacks.

There had been a few times where she drew something and then it somehow changed into something else, or she’d drawn a cage around someone or something and didn’t add background detail then had it randomly appear in the middle of nowhere.

Which, obviously, didn’t help her much. Unless of course the cage accidentally appeared on a different enemy by mistake, but that didn’t happen often.

She had figured out a couple different shortcuts that enabled her to draw her attacks faster, but still, it was hard to do.

Lexa preferred using her power for her enjoyment. Like drawing the Old Mansion everyday, and hiding out in there, away from the heartless, and more importantly, away from Xaros. That man had a stick shoved way too far up his ass.

So everyday, she hid there, then ripped up the drawing before she left to go back to her room in Castle Oblivion. Of course, she had to put on her Organization coat there, but it was one of the few places where she did.

She despised that coat. Why? Because it made her like everyone else.

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Elizabeth Viral sat in the room Rowan had given her when they arrived in Twilight Town. She was just following her usual routine.

Sleep to 11:00; Watch Re-Run of ”Gilmore Girls”
11:00 to 2:00; Do Whatever
2:00 to 3:00; “Sabrina the Teenaged Witch”
3:00 to 4:00; Draw whatever
4:00 to 5:00; “What a Girl Wants”
5:00 to 6:00; “Gilmore Girls”
6:00 to 10:00; Annoy Viktor until he threatens murder
10:00 to Sleep; Watch Food Channel Programs

Currently she was at the “Do Whatever” stage. Which usually consisted of her being bored from 11:00am to 2:00pm, or just more annoying Viktor. Sometimes she would sit in her room and not bug him constantly, which actually scared him the worst, because he knew she was making up a plan.

Like the time she set up traps in the bathroom for him. He almost got neutered from it. So since then he’s been slightly psychotic about it all. Stalking into the bathroom, looking every which way inside, skimming the walls for invisible wires, ect.

She wished it had neutered him though, because all women around the worlds would thank her for it. Viktor Twizen was the biggest man-whore to ever walk Erde, and no doubt, he would be the biggest man-whore here –and any other world- too.

Xaros sighed, tapping his foot, and opened a Corridor of Darkness, and appeared in Twilight Town, his cold arctic vision eyeing the surroundings with disgust.

"These people are nothing more than the bug squashed beneath my boot." he muttered, passing through the crowds.

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A column of light, and Ezekeal appeared in the World known as Traverse Town, a haven for those whose HomeWorlds had been destroyed. As far as Xaros had informed him, there could be Wielders of the KeyBlade here, as well as any members of the Organization.

Good thing I asked for one of Xaros' Organization coats. Along with the boots, gloves, and et cetera. Otherwise I might be jumped by the nearest Heartless..oh joy..

He cursed under his breath as the Heartless type of Shadows, along with a few Soldiers, appeared before him. Then he grinned from within his pulled up hood.

A cast of lightining, several fireballs, and a flurry of attacks from his Blade of the Sadist, and they dispersed, and he continued walking along, into the Accessory Shop.

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Twilight Town. It seemed bereft of Heartless, yet Nobodies lurked in the corners on occasion.

Rowan Kelagaarde sighed as Viktor sat down next to him on the couch, whilst The Arcanist and Carcaroth were playing their usual game of chess.

"Check." Rowan said, turning to Viktor. "What, Viktor?"

"Can I PLEASE GO OUT TODAY?" Viktor asked, trying to make the saddest face possible.

"Viktor, the day I let you out for anything besides killing something, and not so that you can sedate your own desires, is the day Elizabeth stops being the most sadistic woman in all the Worlds." Rowan said, moving his queen near Carcaroth's king.

"Checkmate. I win." Rowan said, whilst Viktor stomped off to his room, and Rowan and Carcaroth began to reset their pieces for a second round.

“Vikkii!” Lizzii yelled in a sing-song voice while picking up a nearby fire poker and grinning devilishly.

His eyes widened, and he slammed his bedroom door, probably putting something in the way to block her from coming in.

She laughed, placing the fire poker back down and walking over to the front door, then grabbing her jacket off of a coat hanger nearby and went outside to walk around. The heartless/nobodies would probably attack her, but even if so, she could whip out her keyblade at a moments notice. So it wasn’t that much of a problem anymore.

Lizzii had decided around 12:45pm-ish that she would just walk around Twilight Town until 2:00pm. It’s not like she had anything better to do anyways, she already annoyed Viktor at least a little today, and she could really get on his nerves later.

Besides, walks around Twilight Town were calming. The sun was always around sunset so it gave the entire world a very peaceful atmosphere. She wished Fenrir was with her now.

He would have liked this place. At least, after she pointed out how pretty the sky always looked. Otherwise he wouldn’t even give it a second glance. Heck, he wouldn’t even give it a first glance knowing him. He would be too busy fighting over the remote with Rowan because he wanted to watch the military channel instead of “American Idol.”

Then after a half hour fight Carcaroth would walk in and Rowan would start playing chess with him, or both Carcaroth and Rowan would double team Fenrir and over-power him in .001 seconds flat.

Now that she thought about it, the second scenario was much more likely to happen than the first. Rowan would squash anyone who got in the way of him and his reality TV shows.

That didn’t really effect Lizzii much though. After the neutering in the bathroom incident Viktor demanded that she had a TV in her own room so she wouldn’t be out setting traps during commercials while he was gone.

Which was only one of the many little benefits of that “harmless,” little prank, but even though her life was fine now, she still wished she was back in Erde –her home world- with Fenrir. At this point she wouldn’t even care if her father was still alive too. As long as Fenrir was still there, and she could warn him about what happened.

Then again, she hardly remembered what happened herself, but she remembered that it was the last time she saw him. She knew he was lying that day, but she left him anyway. Leaving him that day was probably the biggest mistake she’d ever made in her entire life.

At least it seemed as if it was now, but that’s two years later after his sudden disappearance. Being the last person who saw him, she had no on else she could blame.
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Lexa hummed happily to herself as she laid on her stomach swooshing her legs back and forth in a steady, peaceful, happy manner on the White Room’s floor drawing pictures of random objects flying out randomly, or falling from the sky onto/hitting Xaros.

She had gone back to the Mansion about a half hour ago. Walks were nice, but she liked drawing. Actually, she loved drawing. It was the only thing she was good at. Plus she could endlessly harass Xaros while doing it.

Sometimes she would be nice and draw a dummy of Xaros so it attacked that instead of the real him, but he had yelled at her yet again yesterday about not wearing her Organization Coat, so she decided to not be so merciful today.

He would probably teleport to her via corridor of darkness and tap his foot impatiently suspecting her to give a damn soon. Especially after that piano she sent flying at his head.

After dodging the hellish piano that nearly ripped his neck from its socket, Xaros merely grinned, incinerating it into ashes with a fireball. A Corridor of Darkness later, and he was in the White Room, and Lexa was lying on the floor, on her stomach, happily drawing random objects at a sadistic whim to throw at his head.

"How many times must I tell you Lexa.." The Furious Ranger said, grabbing the sketchbook with one fell swoop, and turning to where she could see him, despie his hood being pulled up, "that drawing nasty pictures of my "apparent" death is not for the good of the Organization, despite what those damned cartoons tell when someone gets a piano dropped on their head."

With his free hand, he snapped his fingers, and a small blue flame appeared on his gloved index finger, inching slowly towards the open sketchbook.

"So I advise that, unless you want to have your pretty drawings go to ashes, to quit this foolishness. I've got bigger fish to fry than an Organization member attempting murder."

"Though I doubt you could even kill me, Lexa. You, or anyone else." Xaros said, grinning.

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Rowan sighed as Elizabeth left the building to walk about Twilight Town. "Kids these days..." he muttered, a forlong look on his face, as he moved the pawn forward.

"Fenrir has been missing for nearly two years, Rowan. I doubt the child will forget him. The Wolf Prince was not easily defeated in battle, so I think he may be alive." Carcaroth said, moving his bishop to take Rowan's pawn.

"Someone tell that evil sadist that she needs to freaking calm down..gods.." Viktor said, entering the room after checking to see if Elizabeth was still within its depths.

"Personally, I think Fenrir was the lucky one. He probably knows more of this..universe we're in than we could know if we had lived here originally..."

"Though we'd all be dead, Viktor. And I would have remained Xoran Grey, if not for Kal'zhirrak's return into Erde." Rowan said, sighing.

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"I'm looking for anyone with a sword shaped like this.." Ezekeal asked the shop manager of the Accessory Shop in Traverse Town, pulling out a palmful of sand, forming a Kingdom Key Keyblade, though the hilt was a red-gold colour, with a light-grey blade.

"None around here, as far as I know." replied the shopkeeper, shrugging.

"Whatever." Ezekeal replied, leaving the building, and pulling out a checklist.

It read:

Possible Locations of Hellish Blades Shaped Like Keys, And Their Wielders:

Destiny Islands
Traverse Town
Twilight Town
Disney Castle


Thus far Ezekeal had checked Destiny Islands and now, Traverse Town.

Next is Twilight Town...where everyone is staying..oh, the irony. Ezekeal grinned, in spite of his problems, and summoned a Corridor of Darkness, and stepped through, entering the black depths, and appearing in Twilight Town, just as the sunset was peeping out from within the clouds.

“Hmm. . .you do realize I have tons of more sketch books right? And that we’re on the second floor, and if you burn that book you’ll get rid of the drawing that made this place which will cause all of this to disappear. . .Which means we’ll fall down. . .possibly onto some old sharp nails or metal beams that make up this mansion.”

Lexa pause for a moment, getting up and wiping herself off, “. . .after that. . .well, it’ll be Organization XI. . .In which case, I won’t even need, or have, my drawings to pull pranks on you.”

“Oh and on the good for the Organization comment. . .how many times do I have to say. . .I HATE THE ORGANIZATION YOU ARROGANT, SELFISH, SNOBBY, BACK-STABBING SMARTASS!”

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Lizzii was still wandering around Twilight Town aimlessly. She had gotten on the train before, so she could head off to Sunset Hill. With the time she’d had been on the train and walking it added up to about a hour or so. Which would mean it was 1:45, so her show would be on soon and she wouldn’t be able to get home in time.

That didn’t really matter much though. The show ended a couple years ago, so all they’re currently showing are the same re-runs over and over again, and because of that she had most of the episodes memorized.

There was nothing else for her to really do any ways. Well, other than mop around, but she always felt that if she moped around too much and Fenrir somehow came back, he would get mad at her for being so sad all the time.

Fenrir coming back. . .She scoffed at the thought as she got off the train and walked outside the small station area to some steps that lead to the small town area that was still apart of Twilight Town, but still separated from the rest of Twilight Town. Which was obviously the reason you had to take a train to get there.

Rowan, Carcaroth and a few others –including herself at one point- believe that Fenrir will eventually come back, but after two years Lizzii started having her doubts.
He’d been gone for so long. It just didn’t seem possible for him to come back. Even if he survived the heartless taking over Erde, or got out of Erde before they did, he wouldn’t have the other necessary things a person needs to survive. Nor would he probably even know how to get to the other worlds.

Fenrir can teleport to wherever he wants, but would that work between worlds? And if it did work, then why didn’t he teleport to Twilight Town? Why didn’t he teleport both of them out of Erde before it was even near being taken over?

It just didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. Keyblades, heartless, nobodies. . .and something called, “Kingdom Hearts.” Then of course there were the seven “new” supposed Princesses of Hearts. What the hell was with that? And what did everyone mean by “new?” And what the hell is a Princess of Hearts?

Lizzii had heard of a “Queen of Hearts,” but no princess. Even if so the Queen of Hearts was a playing card, and/or a character in one of her favorite movies, “Alice in Wonder Land.”

It was all one big jumbled up mess of theories. More questions than answers.

She just wished Fenrir was with her. Then she wouldn’t be stuck wondering about all this. Heck, if Fenrir was here she wouldn’t even know about it all. He usually did his best to keep her from knowing and worrying about the problems and surrounding circumstances around her. Which was both good and bad, but if it actually involved her personally he would at least give her the sugar-coated version.

He was/is a very big weirdo. . .She thought to herself, using both past tense and present in the sentence because she honestly didn’t know which one she should use.

After two years there really was no way to tell if he was dead or alive. No one’s seen him, or anything. There hasn’t even been a slight glimpse of information that would even be slightly plausible to show that he could still be alive.

She missed him though. Most people who knew/know him do. Even though people like Viktor and Carcaroth would never openly admit it. Actually, she probably wouldn’t either, but anyone with a brain could tell she did.

"Um, remind me how I would die, again, Lexa?" Xaros asked, grinning, the blue flame coming still closer to the sketchbook.

"I would just escape via a Corridor of Darkness, and leave you, my little protege, to your 'death'. Was it not I that brought you here, fed you, sheltered you?" he stated, grinning still as he handed Lexa her sketchbook back.

"I doubt your Other was less of a sadist than you, Lexa. Though.." Xaros looked up at the ceiling in vauge thought.

"I have in mind to host a Festival in Zirakugil within a short period of time. Be sure to stuff it into the Organization member's ear, or whatever, so they know." he said, vanishing into a Corridor of Darkness.

"And no more pianos, sadistic bi-"

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Biscut muncher. Twilight Town, so much fun if you're the romantic type. I was..ten thousand years ago, in Erde. and the woman I loved married a man not quite himself..though let's think about the present, shall we..


Ezekeal Barzlon strode through Twilight Town in his Organization-like coat, not flinching when Xaros appeared next to him, walking apace with his loyalist.

"Any leads on those damned Keybearers?" Xaros asked, as they stopped for some Sea Salt Ice Cream.

"None, my Lord. Though why search here?" Ezekeal asked.

"We search here, because in time not long before, a Nobody named Roxas managed to wield a Keyblade. He became Number XIII of Xemnas' Organization." Xaros replied.

"Thanks for the enlightenment, chief. Now tell me, did you know that I know that I know certain people whom would be interested in you?" Ezekeal said, grinning.

"Zeke, if I didn't know that, I would've been a Heartless for longer than I ws a Nobody. See the difference?" The Furious Ranger said,grinning.

Lexa groaned, she had ripped up her drawing on the mansion and left. So now she was huffing up the staircase to the room where all the Organization members seats were.

She took a deep breath, and paused for a moment just before popping her head through the door and yelling as loud as she could, “Xaros said he’s gay and planning an gay festival event in Zirakugil so he can meet other men! PASS IT ON!”

Then left after she finished, smirking, and still not wearing her org coat, but it wasn’t her fault she forgot it today. . .or was it?

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Elizabeth reached to Sunset Hill. Surprisingly, no one else was there, not that she cared. She wasn’t up for guys hitting on her, not yet. Even if it had been two years, and they already pronounced Fenrir dead.

It just seemed too soon. To her anyways, any other person probably would’ve just moved on by now, but she still had that small glimmer of hope that he was still alive. Even though at this point, that glimmer was slowly burning out.

There's a ring around my finger,
But have you changed your mind?

She sighed, sitting down and staring at the ring Fenrir had given her. It was beautiful, but she wasn’t sure if it really meant anything at this point. It was just a memory. Like everything else with Fenrir, they were just memories.

And you tell me that you love me,
But that could be a lie

Sadness. Fear. Love. Betrayal. Happiness. . .Hate?

Lizzii wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling anymore. Everything was just blending together, into a tangled ball of lies. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t like her life now. Not without him, but she couldn’t help feeling betrayed also.

Are you a heartbreaker?
Maybe you want me for the ride
What if I'm fallin' for a heartbreaker?
And everything is just a lie
I won't be leavin' here alive

A single tear rolled down her cheek as the wind played with her hair, blowing it in every which way direction. She wanted it to end, but at what cost? She would give anything to know what had happened for Fenrir, but would it matter anyways?

He was gone.

OOC: RP post written like a song fic. @_@ That's a new one. xD

"Okay, Zeke." Xaros said, grinning devilishly. "You go check Sunset Station." Ezekeal dispersed into a Corridor of Darkness, and was gone.

Xaros' next checkpoint was Sunset Hill.

The worst place imaginable to come to, regardless of what I give a damn about. This place is for those romantic freakoids that love being lovey-dovey towards each other...the kids who live nearby are probably scarred to death..

His booted footsteps on the sandy path were unheard, as Xaros strolled up to the hill. Then The Furious Ranger stopped to a casual halt, when his eyes caught a woman sitting and looking at something.

A ring. The foolish man who gave it to her probably left her, or maybe he's dead, by the way she looks at it..

"Ahem, pardon me, madam, but have you seen any snot-nosed teenagers wielding weapons similar to this?" Xaros asked, using Ezekeal's spell to form a Keyblade-like weapon in his hand.

"We're currently trying to find them. They're being wanted at a place named Zirakugil, where there is a Festival to be had. If you know a person who wields a..KeyBlade, then could you direct me to them?" Xaros asked, taking care to not pull off his hood.

"The name's Xaros." he said, flicking his gloved wrist, causing the weapon to disappear into a flurry of sparks.

OOC: I swear, I tried to amke it shorter. @_@ Curse of being a writer? :P DON"T KILL ME! >.<"

IC: “Blue. . .hair?” Lizzii said, ignoring the man’s question and trying to look under the hood of his jacket, “. . .who’re. . .”

“. . .you.” She finished, pulling back his hood before he could possibly object to it, and gasped.

Elizabeth, you’re delusional, She tried to convince herself while getting up taking a step back and closing her eyes. Then shaking her head a bit and opening her eyes again, but he was still there. He still looked like. . .

“FENRIR?!” She screeched, unable to shake off the immediate shock of the situation and taking yet another step back, “but. . .bu-bu-t-t, y-y-ou-r de-e-ea-d.”

She shook her head again still hoping she was delusional and took her third step backwards away from the man that looked like her dead fiancé, “You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead!You. . .you. . .you’re. . .you have to. . .”

The tears uncontrollably welded up in her eyes, she couldn’t stop them, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, she could even comprehend how that man looked so much like Fenrir, but he wasn’t, he couldn’t have been. Could he?

But if he was, why would he approach her like. . .that? Fenrir didn’t joke much, and even if so, he wouldn’t. . .he couldn’t. . .have been that cold to her after not seeing, or having any other contact with her for over two years.

She took another, and her final, step backwards and then hit a badly placed bench, causing her to lose her balance and stumble backwards over the fence that was placed right behind. She let out a shrill, piercing scream and grabbed the ledge of the hill’s cliff.

Why they called it “Sunset Hill” was still slightly baffling to her, considering after you got to the top it was 2/3 of cliff.

Elizabeth groaned, still holding on, but wondering if not letting go was really worth it. If she let go, then there wouldn’t be anymore pain about Fenrir being gone, but what if she let go and he came back? What then?

She could feel her thoughts and emotions rise inside of her. As if they were telling her, pleading her, to not let go. As if they were giving her the strength from deep inside to save herself. Clearing her mind, ending the tears, silencing the teens and children’s playful cries surrounding her, free of all emotional attachments; all she had to do was think, figure out a way to save herself.

After a moment or two, she slowly moved her hand toward the fence’s bars, and then shoved her left hand inside, summoning her keyblade, “Eternal Snow,” just seconds afterwards, and let go of the other part of the cliff so her right hand was free.

Of course, the keyblade was much longer then the bars when laid horizontally, so while her hand was holding on and the keyblade was on the other side she wouldn’t fall. Only problem was that the wooden fence probably couldn’t hold her up for too long.

She pushed her heels into the edge of the cliff, making sure they were well dug in and then pushed up to jump and swung her right arm up onto the top of the fence. Then let the keyblade disappear and put her left hand onto of the fence also.

After that she pulled herself up from there, and balanced her feet on the fence’s lower bar. Then slowly lifted her leg up and over to the other side, and doing the same with the right then hopped down, and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Near death experience over, she thought, suddenly noticing that all the emotions that filled her up with a strong sense of courage was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. It was half-way to Erde by now.

She backed away from the man yet again, he had seen her use her keyblade, no doubt.

“AH!” She screamed again, backing into the same bench and falling onto the seat portion of it. That is so not the way to go, she reminded herself, hitting yet another thing while backing up, this time being the guy who looked like Fenrir.

Of course, she let out yet another scream for the third time in what had to have been no more then thirty minutes. Only difference was this time she ran, ran like she never had before.

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“Lizzii! Lizzii! Can you hear me?”

“Huuuh?” She murmured in a daze as her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. All she could remember was darkness, why was it so dark? She found herself wondering to herself, still not coming out of her dazed feeling.

“Lizzii!” Someone yelled one more time, she wasn’t sure who. They had a deep voice, so it couldn’t have been a girl. . . a female impersonator however. . .but who did she know that was a female impersonator?

Who did she know at all?

“Lizzii. . .” The voice got lower, disappointed, saddened? Who were they?

Something, someone. . .they were kissing her? But why? Who? She didn’t understand, the dark was still everywhere. The darkness was. . .consuming her? Or was it all she ever was?

A series of sobs, crying, sadness. Who was trying to reach out to her? She wanted to know. They seemed like, like they loved her, but who could love a. . .nobody?

I’m not nobody! Her voice, but it wasn’t her, it was someone else speaking. Who? Who?

The voice cried again, who was that? Who was using her voice to yell? A light! A light!

A light? What light? Then she saw it, and everything truly went dark, but she, her, her other had awoken. Who was she? She needed her, and her other needed her.

Xaros sighed, pulling his hood back over his head, as the strange and deranged woman ran off screaming into the town.

"Dead, that's what they all say..but this Fenrir, I don't know him. He sounds..creepy." The Furious Ranger said, lookig back at the way she had run off.

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"Lizzii, Lizzii, Lizzii..when will you learn not to run off by yourself?" Releane said, taking the over-emotional woman inside their home. "ROWAN! WE'VE GOT TROUBLE WITH A BIG 'T' HEADED THIS WAY! GET OUT OF TV LAND AND GO KICK BUTT!" Releane screamed into the living room, after setting Elizabeth down on her bed.

Rowan sighed, setting down the remote. "Noone touch." he threatened, and dispersed into a column of light.

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Xaros strode down the hill, just as a column of light appeared. "What Ze-" he was cut off by a fireball that barely missed him, and a tall man, in a dark brown garb, appeared, with dark hair, with a single white streak running through it, and hazel eyes that seemed to burn a hole through Xaros' head.

"Now, you can pick, Nobody." the man purred. "Either you leave, or I kill you, and end your pitiful existence." A Keyblade appeared in the man's hand, and Xaros only laughed.

"I could die of laughter, right here, stranger. You're the pitiful one here. You have been chosen to be a mindless Wielder of a weapon so bereft of sanity, that I guess you might die within minutes.." Xaros retorted, his Longbow appearing in his right hand, Quiver appearing strapped to his back by a belt going diagonally over his front.

"Now, KeyBlade Wielder. Let's play." Xaros said, dispersing into a Corridor of Darkness, appearing moments later behind the stranger, the Keyblade clashing with the Longbow's edge.

“Possibly never Releane, but I do know that whatever time I do learn to not run off by myself, sure as hell isn’t now.” Elizabeth said, getting up and running out the door yet again.

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“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Lexa mumbled, finishing a drawing, and freezing both Xaros and the unknown man’s bodies in place, “Now I realize you like men Xaros, but this is sooo not the way to pick one up.”

She smiled faintly, closing her sketchbook and walking over to a bench then sitting on it with a bored look on her face. She had nothing better to do, and it always was nice on this hill so she might as well relax for awhile.

Which she did, until someone new came into the mix. Someone like her.

. . .Elizabeth
Lexa. . .

Lizzii reached the top of the hill, and stopped to catch her breath. Running that far in what had to have been less than twenty minutes was not a good idea, unless you’re looking for a really good work out. Elizabeth figured that out a little too late, but at least she was there now.

“Who. . .are. . .you?” She asked the new stranger, breathless, unlike most people around her she didn’t have the capability to teleport. Which in cases like this, it really, really sucked that she didn’t.

She smiled, and got up, “I’m Lexa, and the frozen idiot over there,” she answered, pointing to Xaros, “. . .Well, he’s a gay, egotistical, back-stabbing moron known as Xaros.”

“Uh, I’m Lizzii, or really Elizabeth, but I hate my full name. It’s too long.” Elizabeth said politely, after she regained her composure and smiled back.

“Elizabeth?” Lexa said, surprised, was she really? They looked alike, but still, they were different. . .weren’t they?

She sighed, “Yes, obviously, I said my name was Elizabeth. What’s the huge deal about it huh?”

“My name is Elizabeth too, or rather, my original name. It was too long, so Xaros took the three letters, E-L-A, out and made Lea, then added the x.”

Lizzii stood there, baffled, “but I’ve never had my heart stolen, so. . .”

“. . .yes you have,” Lexa said walking towards Elizabeth as she did the same, “I remember it. I remember the last time he saw you, and you saw him, but I don’t remember anything else. My past, or rather yours, anything.”

“Not to mention, we do look alike.” She finished taking down her hair and revealing it to be the exact same length and style as Elizabeth’s except her bangs were on the right side of her face, and not left.

Lizzii stood there for a moment face to face with what seemed to be her nobody, but that meant she had lost her heart, so how did she get it back?

“Fenrir.” She whispered, knowing he had to have something to do with it. Which meant she could. . .

“If we touch, I think we can exchange memories.” Lexa said interrupting her chain of thoughts, smiling faintly, “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to remember. Don’t you want to know what really happened to Fenrir? How you’re still alive face to face with your nobody, but he isn’t?”

Elizabeth stood there wondering. On one hand she wanted to know, but on the other, she didn’t. If it really was her fault she wouldn’t be able to live with herself, which meant falling off the cliff would’ve been a good idea.

“I-I-I. . .” She paused for a moment, thinking, “I want to know.”

Lexa smiled, and stuck her right hand out for Elizabeth to take, and hopefully then everything would be clear.

“Please don’t let it be my fault.” Elizabeth murmured just mere seconds before grabbing Lexa’s hand.

There was a bright flash of light, emitting in a small circle around Lexa’s and Elizabeth’s hands, and then it faded away once the process was complete.

I remember, I remember everything.
Fenrir died, saving me?

((OOC: For those who can’t tell by now, In the last post, underline italics were Lexa thinking, and everything written was in Lexa’s POV. Then the bolded thoughts were Lizzii. Just as it is now))

Of course, the heartless appeared after sensing the strong amount of energy that radiated from the scene, and what seemed bad before got much, much worse.

Lexa couldn’t unfreeze Rowan as Lizzii had instructed before she started fending them off without unfreezing Xaros too, and if Xaros got free, who knows what he would do.

She couldn’t re-draw Xaros frozen before he could do anything either.

“LEXA!” Lizzii yelled, surrounded by Shadows, Soldiers and Neoshadow heartless, “You have a pencil right?!”

She nodded nervously, hugging her sketchbook close.

“Then just erase the picture of ROWAN!” She screeched, barely killing off a few Neoshadows before she lost her heart again.

Lexa nodded, and erased the picture as fast as she could which let Rowan go while Xaros was still trapped inside.

All the heartless were gone, or so they thought, until one popped by in the middle of the hill between Xaros and Rowan.

It just stood there, as Rowan advanced on it, not even trying to get away. It seemed different, like it wasn’t a normal heartless. It’s beady yellow eyes somehow managed to seem soft, not threatening, not fierce, not evil, but scared.

It knew it was going to die, but why didn’t it morph down and run away? It just stood there looking at Elizabeth. Why would it do that?

Then it hit her, like a ton of bricks, “WAIT! DON’T KILL IT!”

Elizabeth ran in front of the heartless, shielding it from Rowan’s incoming attack, and smiled.

Xaros snorted, eyeing Lexa with a cold glare. "You think this can hold me, Lexa? Think again." he said defiantly, while Rowan laughed.

"Spawn of my enemy, I think she is against you. And I think you are terminate-"

Suddenly an Organization Member appeared, it's hood up. It dispersed into a column of light, and took the sketchbook from Lexa's hands, and incinerated it with a burst of blue flames.

"Now, Lexa.." Xaros said, rubbing his wrists together, bringing circulation back to them, and the Organization member stood next to him, a double helix blade gripped in his right gloved hand.

"Ezekeal.." Rowan said, astonished, as the Organization member removed the hood off of it's head, and the cold eyes of The Sadist stared back at The Arcanist.

"My pardons, Kelagaarde, but there was nothing I could have done. Xaros was powerful, to say the least. He was..crafty." Ezekeal said, grinning.

"Anyway, let's cut the crap." Xaros said, his Longbow appearing back in his hand, Quiver appearing strapped to his back once more.

"Just let me get past Kelagaarde, and I'll finish off that pesky Heartless of mine." Xaros threatened, notching a flaming arrow to his bowstring.

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"So, Rowan, we meet once again. Perhaps now we will decide which of us is stronger.." Ezekeal purred, as Rowan leapt at him, brandishing his Keyblade. Ezekeal merely hopped back, parrying the thrust at his ribs lazily with Car'thar'zlon, The Sadist's Blade.

"Funny, Raaquis," Rowan said, knowing the man's true name was a branding to his skull, " I recall giving you your power." he spat, parrying Ezekeal's frenzied thrust, and deflecting the fireball sent at him.

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"Elizabeth Viral, move, so I may kill the pestilence that has plagued my heartless soul for nearly two years." Xaros said, glaring at the woman with vehemence.

"Lexa, try to draw anything against me, and be sure that I won't destroy you." The Furious Ranger said, his eyes gleaming.

"Now.." Xaros said, pulling back the arrow, prepared to strike.

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Two portals opened behind Xaros, black with blue flames, and Viktor and Carcaroth appeared, Carcaroth knocking the Nobody senseless, and slinging him over his shoulder, while Viktor tried to eye at Lexa, until Carcaroth elbowed him in the ribs with his lobstered mailed forearm.

"We don't need distractions, Vikkii. We get him like Releane said, and I get cookies. You get nothing, because you're the evil child in Releane's eyes. Plus I did all the work." Carcaroth said, vanishing into black and blue flames, Viktor following suit, a pouty frown on his face as his dispersed into blue and black flames.
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“Lizzii!” Lexa yelled, dodging the on-going fight between the two men, and running over, “I can get us out of here, but I’ll need you to think of wherever you wanna go. . .teleportation is kind of tricky.”

“I’ve never been that good at it.” She admitted shyly while shrugging.

Elizabeth pouted with tears in her eyes still holding the little heartless close, “Fenrir. . .”

“We’ll figure out how to get him back after we leave, but if we stay here too long we’ll suddenly become the casualties in that fight over there, and Fenrir would be more upset when he comes back if you were gone, right?”

Lizzii nodded, as the first tear rolled down her cheek and fell on top of the heartless’ head.

A strange bright light emitted from the scene moments afterwards, much like what happened when Lexa and Lizzii first touched, it slowly moved outward and engulfed both Lizzii, Lexa and the small heartless.

It disappeared, revealing a man that looked remarkably alike to Xaros, with out the scar, of course.

Lexa gasped, and he looked up at her with artic blue eyes while holding Elizabeth tightly against his chest. Then the man looked down at Lizzii, who was still crying, except this time she was crying into her shoulder, and smiled while pushing a few locks of hair out of her face with a gentle, caring hand.

“Why’s my Lizzii crying, hmm?” He asked gently, and then picked her up via bridal carry as he got up off of the ground, eyeing Lexa for a moment then staring back at Rowan and Ezekeal and sighing.

“So are you coming too?” He asked, staring at Lexa.

“HUH?! WHAT?! Ehh?!” She yelled, still in shock, she wasn’t used to Xaros being nice to her, even though the man wasn’t Xaros, he just looked like him and that was enough to send Lexa on an emotional high. Even though she didn’t really have a heart. . .but she had Elizabeth’s memories, and that was enough.

Lexa nodded moments later; hanging her head down to prevent him from seeing the bright red blush on her face.

Fenrir smirked, putting a hand down on Lexa shoulder and teleported away in a flurry of black and blue flames.

"Face it Raaquis, you will lose, just as Kalion lost. Though your punishment may be worse.." Rowan said, thrusting, and Ezekeal parried it, and sent another fireball at The Arcanist.

"Kelagaarde, you might have defeated me were we in Erde, but I doubt you can now." Ezekeal retorted, his blade grazing Rowan's right forearm with a spin of his double helix blade and a fick of his wrist.

The Sadist never saw Viktor and Carcaroth behind him until it was too late.
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Xaros awoke inside a room, sitting in a chair in the corner of a room, where two men teleported in, setting down an unconscious form next to him. Another man teleported behind them, via a column of light.

"Now, keep them here." spoke the man that had come from the column of light, to both of the men, motioning in Xaros' direction.

The man walked off into another room, and the two men sat facing Xaros and the stunned figure next to him. One wore a helm shaped in the form of a snarling wolf, and the other had a smile so white..

Great. We're in the enemy's house. Brillant..uggh...

Xaros' vision great clouded, then went black.

Lexa sat in the upper left corner of the living room trying to stay away from all of the new people while Elizabeth slowly cried herself to sleep in her bed, and Fenrir wondered what the hell was going on.

A guy who looked exactly like him, a girl who look somewhat like Lizzii and suddenly he’s in a new world called Twilight Town?

What the hell had happened with him gone? Where was he anyways? All he knew was it was dark, a very dark place, and nothing more. Well other than his past memories. He knew that, but not much more.

Someone eventually would probably start asking questions. Oh joy. Like he had a clue. Sighing, Fenrir just sat down on the couch waiting for whomever to bug the hell out of him, occasionally glancing back at the girl who looked like Lizzii quivering back in the corner. At least he wasn’t the only one confused. . .

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. . .if Xaros is Fenrir’s nobody and I’m Lizzii’s nobody and Fenrir and Lizzii are together then. . .I must commit suicide. . .like NOW. Lexa finished her thought process, eyes bugging out of her head at the possibility of her and Xaros together.

. . .Hmm. . .window. . .I could draw myself getting stabbed twelve times. . .or maybe I could just kill Xaros. . .wait no, that’s not good enough! I’d still be MEANT for the dude. . .ewwww. . .ewww. . . “EW!” She yelled out loud, and ran to the other side of the room, “. . .hate Xaros! HATE XAROS!” She rambled out loud, making people in the room stare at her oddly. “Ewwwwww. . .”

Xaros stood up, still dizzy from his unwanted sleep, holding a hand on the couch nearby, as the man named Rowan walked in, ignoring Xaros, and going straight for the Smile Man.

"VIKTOR! I SAID NO TOUCHING THE REMOTE!" he cried, grabbing the Smile Man and throttling him.

Wide eyed, Xaros stepped back, accidentally bumping into Lexa.

"Erm..HI!" Xaros said, tripping and falling over onto the floor, Lexa falling ontop of him.

“My worst nightmare. . .sooner than I expected, oh joy.” Lexa commented sarcastically, getting up and walking across the room to get as far away from Xaros and his entire being as she possibly could without leaving the actual area.

Lizzii came out of her bedroom moments later, mumbling something about a dream she’d had where Fenrir came back and there was a guy who looked like Fenrir and Rowan was fighting Ezek and some other stuff that she had yet to realize had actually happened.

She scanned the room seeing Xaros laying on the floor and then Fenrir on the couch which lead to a very loud, high-pitched scream, then her stepping backwards into a doorframe and falling back inside her room with a loud thunk noise when she hit the carpeted floor.

"Umm.." Xaros looked at Fenrir, and his Other immediately got up, somehow reading his mind subconsciously.

Xaros sighed, claiming Fenrir's spot on the couch, and pulled his hood over his head, pretending to snooze.
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"Erm..Lizzii? Are you alright?" Fenrir said, shaking her gently, his arctic blue eyes looking into her stunned hazel.

"Well..can't blame her. She just saw two Fenrirs in that room." Viktor said, jerking a thumb at the living room. "Even I swear I'm dead drunk when I see you and that Nobody of yours together." he said, grinning.

"Viktor, you're always drunk on something besides liquor." Carcaroth said, striding by, and Viktor sighed, walking off.

"Lizzii?!?" Fenrir asked, shaking her gently again.

“Mmm. . .” Lizzii hummed, still dazed and confused, “two Fenrir’s. . . dreaming. . .” She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift off for a moment and waking back up, noticing Fenrir hovering over her, and looking back at Xaros sitting there.

She squealed, jumping up into Fenrir’s arms -holding him tightly- as she slowly started sobbing (OOC: Grammar there is probably wrong, but writer’s block is currently making it hard to put it any other way).

Lexa frowned, glancing a Xaros and rolling her eyes. Looks like I’m alone forever. She got up, humming to herself and walking over into the lower right corner of the room then sitting down in the fetal position, slowly rocking herself back and forth while she rested her head on her knees, covering her face.

"You know Lexa, they say Nobodies are incapable of love." Xaros said, staring at the ceiling from within his hood. Then he teleported, hugged Lexa close to him, and then teleported back to the couch, Lexa in his arms.

"You know, I'd prefer making them jealous." he said, gesturing to Fenrir and Elizabeth. "Though I doubt we could love one another. We're too far into sadism to attempt that, and we lack Hearts, so, if we ever loved another, logically, it would be impossible." he said, getting up and walking outside to the balcony, soaking in the view.

He's nothing more than a weak fool, my Other..or does he have something that could thwart me?
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"Shh...it's okay Lizzii, we're just going to have to get used to it, I suppose." Fenrir said, rocking her gently back and forth in his arms, letting her cry onto his shoulder.

"Xaros, you should really get rid of that Organization coat of yours. You'll just attract attention." he said to the Nobody, but Xaros stopped him.

"We made our choices, did we not, Fenrir? I chose this path, as you chose yours. You knew the price of your Heart. And yes, it remains safe with me, as promised." he said, unfurling a jar from within his coat, which within rested a shining heart, filled with a dull, red essence, neither light nor dark."

"I refuse to fuse with you, Fenrir, my Other. I like being myself, away from those..emotions of yours. Despite my jealousy towards you." Xaros said, secreting the jar away, and sitting on one of the chairs near the balcony, lost in thought.

The Worlds will bend to my will. I will never return to my Other, and I will never know these feelings, these emotions that course throughout his body. I will live my own life, away from..

He could not cry. No tears flowed down his cheeks. It wasn't because he couldn't bring himself to cry, it was the very problem that The Furious Ranger could not feel that sadness within the depths of his non-existent Heart.

I give this up for power? Ambition is my only love, I suppose. Nobodies are capable of everything, yet incapable of feelings, of emotions. It is our only regret when we take this new life as our own, I suppose. I wonder how Ezekeal manages those emotions, how Fenrir manages to pull through, how Elizabeth is able to confide in The Wolf Prince..yet I am loathed, merely for being a Nobody of a man so loved.

I feel no pity for myself, neither sadness. It's only a pity that I regret this.

Lexa cringed, “Xaros just hugged me. . . I need severe mental help now. . . No, I need to suicide now.” She shuddered one more time, and sighed, “Wait. . .in his own odd way did he just say he. . .”

“I think I somehow just managed to have a heart attack without a heart. . .WHY!? Out of all the damned people in the freaking worlds I’m destined to be with that asshole?! IS THIS SOME KIND OF CRUEL, SICK JOKE?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! Why me? Whhhhy?”

Lexa sniffed, making a pouty face up at the ceiling like something from above was actually going to answer her questions, “I think I’m somehow actually going to manage to cry soon. . .Cruel, cruel sick joke. . .”

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Lizzii frowned and hugged Fenrir close, “I’m not upset cause he’s here. I’m just upset because you’ve been gone for two years and suddenly there’s two of you. It’s a lot to take in. Especially considering that now there’s apparently two of me also.”

A blank stare sat on Xaros' face.

"Great...noone ever told ME I'd be stuck with Miss Sadist over here." Xaros said, grumbling admist his discomfort. "Perhaps I should just die now, or fuse with Fenrir..OR WORSE.." he said, grinning devilishly.

"Hey Lexa.." he said, teleporting next to her, and wrapping his arms around her, bringing her close against him, his face looking into hers.

" 'Sup, Lexii?" he asked, grinning as he hugged her tight, and his lips pressed against hers.
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"Cookies. Now." Carcaroth said, as Releane unearthed a batch of freshly made peanut-butter cookies from the oven in the kitchen.

"Kalios, perhaps in a moment. There's still more cookies to bake, and even after these twenty are even ready to eat, you'll have devoured them, and still be wanting more." she said, setting them onto the great silver cookie platter on the counter, and shoving in the next batch.

"Bbut..Rowan said.." Carcaroth started, but an angered Releane shoved a large cookie in his mouth.

"I DON'T GIVE A CHOCOLATE CHIP WHAT HE SAID! I MAKE THE FOOD, I MAKE THE RULES ON EATING, GOT IT MISTER? IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, I'LL JUST GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE, AND YOU CAN LIVE OFF OF THE MICROWAVE!!" she yelled at him, before stalking off to rest on the sofa.

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Fenrir sighed. "Well, we can't help that there's..two of us.." he said, a strange grin forming on his face.

"WELL..since there's two of Elizabeth..." Viktor said, grinning, but Vyra walked in, her green eyes and long black hair giving her the chain of verbal command, as she glared at a dumbstruck Viktor Twizen.

"Vikkii, you have two seconds to run before I personally rip your heart out, and any other body part I may desire to force feed you with.." she said, and Viktor was gone in an instant, a look of fear on his face.

"If you need anything Lizzii, I'll be making sure Viktor doesn't bother anyone." Vyra said, disappearing into green and black flames.

"We're just going to have to get used to it, I suppose." Fenrir said, sighing once more.

Lexa pushed Xaros to the ground with a stunned look on her face, “NOW I REALLY DO HAVE TO COMMIT SUICIDE! And FYI, a breath mint BEFORE you do that, wouldn’t kill you. . .however if you don’t it may kill me.”

She shuddered, “Now if you don’t mind, I have to find a very blunt, hard object and whack myself over the head with it until I go into a coma and/or crack my skull open.”

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Lizzii sighed still frowning and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, get used to it, suuure.”

"Come on Lexii, please?" Xaros said, popping several breath mints in his mouth, chewing them, then swallowing them seconds later. "Pretty please?" he asked, his arms wrapping around her waist once more, and his lips pressed against hers..

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"Yeah..GET A ROOM!" Fenrir shouted at Xaros and Lexa, and moments later Rowan showed up, using serlan to lift to two Nobodies off the floor, and tossed them onto the bed in the spare room. The door shut with a loud bang, and Rowan sat back down, resuming his televsion show.

"Well..that solved things.." Fenrir said, settling down on the unoccupied couch, Elizabeth still in his arms.

"I love you Lizzii.." he whispered in her ear, as he kissed her passionately.

“NO XAROS, NO.” Lexa said, breaking free of his hold and stomping out of the room, “I do not under any uncertain circumstances want to be with you of all people.”

Ugh, why me? I’ve wanted to know love for so long, and now I’m stuck with him of all people. He hates me! He threatens to kill me on a daily basis, but now he’s all, “I love you Lexa!” It’s sickening. Seriously.

Why in the world is he so lovey dovey anyways? The Xaros before was a freak, but this has hit an all time low for him. If he wants someone to randomly make-out with then he can pick a random whore off a street corner at night. There’s no point in him trying to use me like he does everyone else, I won’t fall for it.

Like that twisted back-stabber could ever actually like or even love someone unless there was some evil plan behind it. He probably wants me to draw something to get rid of Fenrir, but I won’t do it. I won’t.

She walked into Elizabeth’s room, looking at herself in the mirror and grabbing a black ribbon out of her pocket then putting her hair up in the usual messy bun. She walked back out of the room frowning and teleported herself outside into the streets of Twilight Town, if Xaros followed she could just teleport again or something.

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Elizabeth smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him back, “I love you too Fenrir, but eventually someone’s going to make us get a room, also. . .”

Feel the pain, Xaros. Feel it.

No. There's no pain there. Only emptiness.

Xaros sighed, slumping on the bed, staring at his toes, before curling up in a ball and falling asleep.

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"Yeah..I know..Rowan's a freak with the television I guess." Fenrir said, turning his head a moment to look in The Arcanist's direction.

"Also..what is it, Lizzii?" Fenrir asked, a curious, yet slightly scared look on his face.

“Hmm? There’s nothing wrong Fenrir, what makes you think there’s something wrong? You’re back now, after two years all alone, that’s all that matters.” Elizabeth smiled, resting her head on his chest.

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Lexa stomped around the streets of Twilight Town, barking at guys who hit on her, and yelling at anyone who dared disturb her thoughts. She didn’t know which to be more pissed about, Xaros kissing her or Xaros kissing her because he wants to use her later.

Either way, he was the biggest jerk to walk the face of any world. Besides, Xaros was too mean to be like Fenrir. Which was what she wanted. She had Elizabeth memories now, she knew love, and Xaros couldn’t love her, so what would be the point?

He couldn’t make her happy if he tried, not that he would. He would rather make her miserable, and he's good at it.

"My Lord, you do realize your position?" Ezekeal said, as Xaros peered out beyond the balcony, overlooking the city of Twilight Town.

"Zeke, I don't care. She despises me far more than anything in all the Worlds. What else is there to change?" The Furious Ranger stated, turning to Barzlon.

"You're going to lose your focus on the main goal, my Lord, as you almost have done. Throw everything away for her, and I guarantee you will end up like your Other. A mere teddy bear."

"Ezekeal, personally, I don't care. She just...she makes me feel whole, I suppose." Xaros said, teleporting nearby Lexa, yet avoiding her, and striding off to the ice cream shop, getting himself a Sea Salt Ice Cream, sitting on a bench and enjoying his frozen treat.

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"Oh, really now, is that it?" Fenrir asked, his fingers running through Elizabeth's clean lght brown hair, the red streaks contrasting well in the sunset.

"I think our Nobodies seem to be off of our state of mind, I think. Or maybe one or both of them have just gone AWOL at each other for something.." Fenrir said, a confused look on his face.

“Hmm, Lexa seems to hate Xaros, but then again, I seemed to hate you too after you left me for six years. Which by the way, I’m still bitter about that as is.” Elizabeth said, looking up and sticking her tongue out at Fenrir while closing one eye and scrunching up her nose.

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“UGGGH!” Lexa yelled and ran away to the spot where the old mansion was, “YOU STICK OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB IN THAT STUPID ORGANIZATON COAT XAROS! SO QUIT FOLLOWING ME! GEEZ!”

She pulled out a sketch book that she had hidden in a bush with a pencil and a nearly done drawing of the mansion and finished it, then walked inside drawing the closed gate in front of the home. More importantly, her home. At least it felt that way.

The mansion was the only place she could get away from everything. It was her home more than anywhere else, even though she was forced to sleep in the room Xaros had given to her at night.

"True, Lizzii." Fenrir said, grinning at the sight of the face Elizabeth made, and hugged her close. "I love you." he whispered, resting his eyes and silently napping.

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Xaros teleported to the Mansion drawn by Lexa, Sea Salt Ice Cream in hand, his tongue still licking it.

"All I wanted was some ice cream, and you accuse me of stalking? Psh posh Lexa. You're the one that's scatter-brained here, not me." he said, teleporting back to his bench, finishing off his treat, and incinerating the stick with a burst of blue flame from his gloved hand.

Lexa growled, teleporting in front of Xaros, not really caring who saw or not.

“I don’t know why you can’t seem to comprehend that I hate you and that by no means do I want you in my life in any way imaginable, but apparently you don’t! Stay out of the mansion and more importantly, stay out of my life!”

“Or maybe I’ll just have to merge with Elizabeth to keep you away from me! At least then I would be loved in some way!” She seethed, “Better yet, I could just kill myself entirely and I’d never have to deal with you ever again!”

“HMPH!” She finished, crossing her arms over her chest and teleporting back inside the mansion’s White Room collapsing in the bed she’d drawn in for herself. If she had to be all alone, she could at least be all alone in a place she liked right?

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Lizzii smiled, hugging Fenrir and closing her eyes, peacefully drifting off to sleep in his arms.

"You do realize, Lexa, that eventually you and Xaros will end up being together, despite both of your distastes of the other." Ezekeal said, teleporting into the White Room, sitting at the table.

He wore a close-fitting black leather tunic, and black breeches that were tucked into the night-coloured boots, upon which the toes were small pointed blades, extending below the foot of the boot, providing him with an inch more of height.

A long jacket hung on him, of dark leather, but his hands were open, and a strange mark was on the back of his hand, looking as though it had been branded onto him.

"My lady, I do advise that you show Ferrixn the meaning of the word emotion. To do otherwise would be to fuse with your Others as of now, yet you both would lose your uniqueness of existing, though neither of you are meant to exist." Barzlon said, sighing.

"Think of the Nobody once called Ferrixn, whom chose the name of Xaros. He is, what one could call, the darker side of his Other. The thing that became into a kind of life during the six years Fenrir was silent, sitting on the Wolf Throne."

"Xaros morphed him from the child of Lyfiar Twizen, into The Wolf Prince. Fenrir Twizen became cold, cruel, a true sadist, that is, until your Other managed to reach the child she knew."

"Yes, I sided with Xaros. There was no choice, you understand, yes? I had a chance to learn of something beyond my understanding, something that allowed me to destroy the creatures invading my World. And if not for my swearing of loyalty to him, I would have ended up just like the men that dared attempt to destroy him."

"Thus his Archer Nobodies were made, and I became his right hand, if you will. "

"If Elizabeth could turn Fenrir, then, in turn, you can turn Xaros to your will, I think. If that is not what you wish, then you had best attempt to slay me, then, for my work is naught for those who lack Hearts." Ezekeal said, drawing a small drawstring bag from his coat, and placing a palmful of sand in his hand, placing the bag back to where it had come from.

"They never called me The Architect for no reason, Lexa." Ezekeal said, grinning, as his double-helix blade formed, his right hand gripping the handle, the blades at both ends of the cold silver staff gleaming with strange bluish glows near the tips.

"Now, Lexa, shall we dance the final dance of death, or will you leave me no choice but to end your pitiful existence?" he taunted, spinning The Sadist's Blade in an arc over his head.

He never noticed Xaros appear via Corridor of Darkness, and send Ezekeal flying into the nearby white marble wall.

"You have forgotten your place, Barzlon? Let us dance then. If I win, you had better be begging and groveling at her feet. If you win..well..we'll see if you manage to survive..." Xaros said, his LongBow and Quiver out, as an arrow, blue flames licking it's tip, grazed Ezekeal's coat.

Lexa sighed, finishing a drawing of both Xaros and his little “friend” in two separate, padded cages.

“And we’re going down.” She whispered, tearing a drawing of the mansion out a her notebook then laying down on the bed with her notebook between her stomach area and the bed, and then finally tearing the drawing in half and holding onto the head of the bed as tight as she could while the mansion slowly disappeared.

The bed, with Lexa on it, and the two cages fell shortly afterward, hitting the ground with a loud bang can causing Lexa to fall off and roll onto the uneven ground over a few sharp objects and jagged edges of where the mansion once stood.

Sighing, she got up and brushed herself off. The ribbon in her hair had gotten ripped out by a piece of wood sticking up, and she had a couple of minor scratches and cuts on her legs and arms, but nothing too horrible. Some bruises from the fall would probably eventually show up later though.

“If you two wish to have a hissy fight then so be it, but if you hurt the structure of the mansion worse than it’s already decaying state then I will personally kill you both, and trust me, I can think of some pretty damn sadistic ways to kill you without even having to touch you in any way shape or form.” Lexa said, glaring at the two and sitting back down on the bed grabbing her sketch book and pencil off the ground.

“Oh, and you two can figure out your own ways of getting out of those cages. I don’t really care how you do it, as long as you leave me alone. You’re just lucky I even made them so you two wouldn’t die from the fall.”