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[elken27]

Darkness. An ocean of darkness stretching out as far as the eye can see.

A wave. Small at first, but it grows. It comes closer. Bigger and bigger. A wave of black. It threatens to swallow everything. Black. Silence. No more darkness. Nothingness.

The cold, dark, grey of a wide grand hall is silent. Moments before this place didn't exist. Everything is back, perfectly as it was before. A sound, so quiet to be mistaken for the silence, a pop. There, in the middle of the floor, something is bubbling, rising to the surface of a non existent lake. It pops, it starts to gush, darkness in the form of water, a hand bursts from it, covered by a black glove, the arm follows, covered by a black sleeve. A body pries itself from the abyss. Coughing, gasping, panting, and finally breathing. He gulps huge breathes of air. One yellow eye darts straight up, the man screams. Power floods the room, waves and ripples emanate from him, tearing through the hall surrounding. Dimensions are warped beyond comprehension. Impossible angles, unimaginable shapes. Then the power recedes, all in an instant it retreats back to the man, and the room is the same again. He pants, eye darting around the room, but he doesn't see it.

In his mind, pictures flash. So many pictures, memories, as if downloaded from a computer. So much to take in. Guardian, kidnapper, victim, pawn, distraction, betrayer, corrupter, tormentor. No heart, just a body. No emotions, just memories. Shouldn't exist, doesn't exist. Nonexistent. Nobody. A name, he needs a name. Braig. No. Not Braig. Not anymore.

"Xigbar."

He remembers now. Xigbar, number two, the Freeshooter. A nobody, a member of the Organization XIII. Wielder of Space and Gravity. They were trying to bring back Kingdom Hearts. They were trying to find their hearts. But the keyblade. And the one that held it. The Keybearer, Sora. His last memories were mocking the little brat. Then nothing. He was gone.

But now I'm back. How? Why? Does it matter? Who else is back? Xigbar stood, he looked around the room. Was he alone here? They needed to regroup. No. He needed help. No. He needed...

"As if, I'm back. Just gotta figure out why. Now....where to start...?"

[Xion]

It was a good thing that Saïx and Xemnas weren't back yet. They would have punished her for sneaking out without permission, but it was something she needed to do. She knew there was something she didn't know about herself, and she needed to find it again.

Though, the day hadn't turned out a she had planned. The Dusks seemed to be getting a lot smarter; because a couple of them had spotted her while she was wandering around Twilight Town yet again, and she'd had to hurry back to the Castle that Never Was. She just hoped she could ome up with an excuse before the Dusks said anything to anyone...otherwise....that'd be bad.

So now she wandered the corridors alone, hood pulled up and eyes cast on the ground. It was just like her first days of life, when she had refused to say a word to anyone. It was like starting over again. In all the sense of the expression. As though she'd turned back in time, no one knew her anymore, and she had even had difficulties at remembering her own name before adjusting to the idea that she was back, alive and...that she didn't remember.

That was her main reason for escaping the Castle everyday ever since she came back and regained her full strenght. She needed to remember, wanted to know, and the answers weren't going to come by themselves. She wished they would, but that wasn't how things worked. Xion was trying, though. She was trying, but the answers wouldn't come.

It was as though she had never really been there. Maybe she hadn't, in the end.

Xion was just considering the thought of going to the kitchen and get herself something to eat when a nearby door started to open. Xion stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do now. She knew she wouldn't be able to run away that quickly. Her only choice was to stand there and wait.

[elken27]

The Freeshooter's first instinct was to warp to Where Nothing Gathers, hoping maybe Xemnas would be there waiting for others to appear. However, he felt very....tired, like waking up from sleeping to long. A corridor right now would be tiresome so he decided to walk. Stretching his arms and shoulders the Nobody stalked from the Hall of Empty Melodies into a side passage. As he walked he ran his gloved hand along the wall beside him. It was all real. Everything was back, but how long had it been back? More importantly, why was everything back? The twerp keybearer had been taking them out one by one, and when he fell, he assumed it wouldn't be long for the others. While he didn't doubt Xemnas could destroy the boy, without the rest of the Organization, there wasn't much one nobody could do.

As Xigbar thought more, he couldn't find any answers in what he knew, only more questions. He turned down hallways and around corner, passed through the library, the computer room, and even their "graveyard". Still though, he found no one. The Nobody began moving towards the top of the Castle, knowing that was a favorite spot of the Superior, passing through the little short cuts only he had discovered. Not being able to just warp where he wanted too was tiresome. But then, walking made him feel a little normal.

He stopped by one of the common rooms, a favorite of Luxord and Demyxs, but again found no one. He was beginning to lose heart., or at least, he would've if he had one. Pushing open the doors to exit the room he paused to gather his bearings. The Second turned then, as he did a small black coat came into his vision. The traitor Roxas? Larxene maybe? Or if he was lucky, Demyx? No. It was their 14. The puppet, a girl that they had created, not even a nobody. "You have got to be kiddin' me. Of all the people, how'd you get brought back? Why?" he scoffed then, throwing his palm up into his face. "I figured when blondie did you in that'd be the last I ever saw of you. But hey, here you are poppet, lookin' to all the world like you just did whatever one thing you weren't supposed to do."

[Xion]

Xion's gaze dropped on the ground in embarrasment as the door opened and in stepped Xigbar. She'd barely kept any contact with him during her stay with the Organization the first time; but he was...kind of scary, nonetheless.

That, and his ideas of nicknames weren't fun. Xion almost rolled her eyes when he called her 'poppet'. She had nothing against the nickname, for that matter, but she had a name...she was almost completely sure that Xigbar wouldn't be too happy if she went around calling him 'one-eyed weirdo'. Which she didn't plan on doing. Getting shot didn't seem like a nice experience.

The nickname wasn't what was bothering her, though. Why did he even remember her, when apparently no one else did? And what did he mean with 'I figured when blondie did you in that'd be the last I ever saw of you'? It was too confusing. So all she could do right now was hold her gaze up and at least be polite, no?

"H-Hello."

It would have been so much easier if it wasn't because she had to look up to talk to him; it was rather unnerving. Being short was definitely not nice...