Org. XIV (story)

"Really another group?" He then looks at the two standing infront of him. "I take it they are members of this group." He then turns his attention back to Kyxcir. "As for where I have been all this time, I have been on a mission and only just came back." He then walks past the intruders and stops infront of Kyxcir. "You can take a break now I'll take care of the rest." He turns to the intruders takes is left hand and places it over his right eye showing only his red one. "I will give you this one warning leave now or make this place your grave."

Lexaxa poked her hooded head back in the kitchen. "....what.. just happend.. in here..?" she asked coughing before the smoke was vented out.

Joe entered now. "I just failed horribly at trying to levitate. And broke my whole front. Oh, looks like Xero had another meltdown."

Soren smirked and a third blade swung at Lance from behind with six crystal spikes. "you must die"

<ITH>

As the two connected for the last time a flash of red and black engery and blue and white engery exploded, Rexson's strenght had over powered Norse who was slowly fading into shadows. "The Slayer of Spirits will not die for ever, we will meet again." He vowed before he faded. "The Slayer may not die, but this Nobody isn't ethier" Rexson stated before he was bathed in a strange light.

<Why did you just repost that?>

<Gah Fail! my laptop messed up when i was editing or something>

<Weird bug...>

<yup>

Kyxcir, "No, they are not. But they are assoucated with this 'Organization XIV'." said.

Xarlone and the other four (yeah, five intruders) looked at the member and scoffed. "I don't think so" Xarlone proclaimed.

Gunamnex and Roland, still leaning against the Dark Bloodline's home, take note of the events whirling around them.

"It seems Rexson is attempting to control his wayward heart, fate seems to be in his favor"

"Since when did you consider fate to act like that Gunamnex?"

"I guess when I first met Lance was when I started thinking that way?"

"How is Oxthmas doing?"

"He seems to be having fun, the most fun since I first took him in."

"Good, I'm glad the lad has found a friend"



Meanwhile, amidst the harsh hinterlands, Gregor continues to walk against the bellowing winds. A structure comes into view, a large but aging warehouse. Upon reaching the massive front doors, Gregor grasps the large iron handles, pushing the two doors apart, a large creaking sound echoing out into the wind. Walking inside, he proceeds to shut the doors with a heavy clang. Gregor flips a small switch, causing the looming darkness to light up slowly. A clustered mess is seen clearly now. Shelves of boxes, all labeled differently, filled the warehouse, save for a small clearing in the center. In the center, a small structure stood. Gregor walked towards the center and placed his weapon and beret on a rack next to a massive, fur-lined chair. Walking into the smaller structure, he turns on a light inside. A small washroom, kitchen, and den make up the structure, the styling that of a log cabin. Gregor places his weapon and beret against a rack next to the door, and heads into the washroom to wash up and change clothes. Coming back out, he heads into the kitchen to prepare a meal, a large assortment of cured meats and vegetables are retrieved from various cabinets. Heading out into the den, he sits down in a massive, fur-lined chair, and presses a small remote, causing a song to play as he begins his meal. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2YlbiyiuMc)

After completing his meal, Gregor presses a another switch, turning off the warehouse lights, leaving his small structure still lit. Yawning, Gregor walks over to the bunk against one wall in the den and lies down, falling asleep soon after, the lights dimming to a faint glow. Outside the warehouse, the winds still bellow across the hinterlands.

<This is actually kinda relaxing, lol>

<Yeah, whenever I read a post a try to imagine it as if it was an anime for game. The better the writing, the better I imagine it. And that reminds me, I am completely sorry as I completely forgot to write the exam. I need to write the perpective of each pupil. No pun intended. Their average, boring, somewhat comidic morning, follow by the challenging, and harsh, and brain testing Mark of Mastery exam. Then lastly, annouce you has passed and who has failed.>

Daniel, searching in the Dark City within The World That Never Was. The darkness within the night, the wet within the puddles of rain. The small voice within the ally.

"Welcome back, Anxield. Or Daniel. Whatever".

Aleri pulled out an Elixir. Drinking it in one gulp, it restored his stamina and healed all wounds. Kinda like a Senzu Bean... Wait, what? Crap, it's happening again! Just like before I had my Heart fixed fully... I know stuff that I shouldn't. It's annoying as hell!

<^That was caused by unsettled memories back in reality. This time, the Datascape is projecting info into his mind to replicate the effect pf unsettled memories.>

<Hey, Nebula, I just realized you changed your avatar from Aleri, to Aleri with the Keyblade. WHICH IS AWESOME! How'd you make that?>

Daniel didn't even bother turning around. He simply asked, "What do you want?"

Thalia lept in between Lance and the blade blocking it with her own, "Never." She growled as she forced the blade back.

<Simple. I looked at Ven's keyblade (You know, on his avatar) and took note of a few things, then created that tiny version of my ancient keyblade and grafted it onto his hand. Needs a little bit more work, though. See how it stands out? Black outline. The rest of him isn't outlined. I gotta fix that.>

Aleri scatched his head for a while, wondering why he was suddenly thinking about "Avatars" and "MSPaint", whatever those were.

"Hey Aleri. Shouldn't we go on?"

<You rock in MSPaint.>

"What I want is to ask a question. Or make maybe offer an offer would be better. I know how feel. Alone. Scared. No one wants you. So you endlessly wander. But, how would you like to end this. And join us".

<It's hard to make bad grammerz>

Daniel replied coldly, "I'm not scared. And I work alone." He turned around now.

The man chuckled. "All right. Then that means your intruding our world" Nexas stood up within the shadows and looked at Daniel with a smirk. A darkness raced like a NASCAR around Nexas' arm. As in, the darkness MADE A LEFT TURN! AND ANOTHER LEFT TURN! The darkness shattered and a scythe was revealed. Nexas place the arch of the blade behind Daniel's neck.

"Didn't I already quit your little Division? And just out of curiosity, how'd you find me here?"

"Yeah, but I forgot which worlds are buggy right now. Hollow Bastion... Destiny Islands... was there another? I dunno. Go check the last topic... wait, what's a topic?"

"I dunno, just pick one. I don't really care. I just like killing things."

Soren stopped the gesture and his eyes turned emrald green, his hair turned black entirely. he blinked hard and noticed Lance about to behead him. "Dude it's me Rexson, Norse is down for a while. I have control so if you please..." He gestured to his blades.

It was dark outside when Gregor awoke inside his outpost. Yawning, he scratched his beard, his eyes still adjusting to the light as he got out of bed. Putting on his uniform and great coat, he walks out into the warehouse as it lights up. Walking between the rows of box covered shelves, he stops at one particular shelf, picking up a rather large box labeled Special Parts. He carries the box over one shoulder over towards an area that had various large tool stations assembled, a lift holding up a cloaked object. Placing the box down, Gregor pushes the down arrow button on the lift's control panel, and the cloaked object comes down slowly. Reaching for the cloak, Gregor pulls it off slowly, revealing a vehicle of some sort (Advance Wars Blue Moon Recon Unit). Reaching into the box, he pulls out a series of small parts, and begins working on the vehicle.