Connected to the Chain - Pt IXThe only reason Xanarian knew Javelin left her side was the rush of wind from its jump. She lightened the shadows a tiny bit, and Javelin landed right in front of Sora, its lance causing a shockwave that disoriented Sora and his companions for a second before readying for a fight. Xanarian couldn't smile. On one side, she was looking at Sora rooting for him to win. On the other hand, Javelin was the best specimen she had ever created, and felt sorry that its life would be so short lived.
Javelin was doing his part well, his attacks in quick succession, winds picking up as he whirled his spear. His jumps made him unreachable and the shockwaves from his landing dealt damage to all three companions. Sora, she knew, was getting frustrated, and she started as she saw his Keyblade shine a brief second. He moved like lightning, each pass at Javelin slicing the Heartless. Goofy and Donald did their part as well, Goofy twirling with his shield, knocking the Heartless around and Donald shooting
Connected to the Chain - Pt VIIIXanarian dragged Javelin along the shadows, trying her best to not be a little freaked out by his resemblance to that man from earlier. I wonder why I picked that form. She looked back at Javelin, and Javelin looked back, its yellow eyes showing no emotion. Sighing, she gripped its hand tighter, finding her way back to Castle Oblivion.
"Larxene again?" Larxene and Sora were fighting for a second time, and Xanarian was surprised to see Naminé sitting there, watching over a broken Riku. There's nothing there anymore, she thought to herself. It made her sad. The only Riku she knew was lying there dead.
Larxene was out for blood in the same fashion as Vexen was before, but since it was Larxene, she had faith in Sora's capabilities. She was surprised, however, as Larxene was utterly defeated, and faded away. She had imagined Larxene's disappearance before and figured she'd be happy, but she felt nothing. Nothing at all. All she could do was stare at Sora. "How strong
Connected to the Chain Omake - Disconnected"Xemnas, a word." Saix appeared in Xemnas' chambers, pulling back his hood and revealing his bright blue hair. Xemnas didn't look up from his paper, writing and looking over various reports. There was a gauge on his desk, a dark liquid floating in an orb, its volume fluctuating. "Roxas has been showing progress, but how soon do you want to get him acquainted with Xanarian? I assume they haven't met. I thought his primary job would be to help her capture more hearts."
"I'm aware of that," he said still not looking up. "However I will make sure they are adequately acquainted with when she returns from Castle Oblivion. Sora is there now."
"Ah," Saix nodded. "Your test. Axel is already involved, I don't see the point "
Xemnas looked at him and Saix fell silent. "You say that you trust Axel?"
"I say that Axel has shown no reason to suspect foul play," he replied calmly. "Unless you have anything to the contrary, Xanarian should focus her attention "
"You are not in charge of those
Connected to the Chain - Pt VIIXanarian walked the streets of The World that Never Was breathing the eternal night's air and staring at the heart-shaped moon, her Kingdom Hearts, with pride. It was a mandate: Xanarian was not allowed to travel to the castle by shadow, but instead to enter like everyone else. Xanarian didn't mind, in fact, she enjoyed being on the streets. Of course, with her there, heartless were everywhere, like friends welcoming her home. She kept walking, the heartless walking around her. "Enough," she sighed. They all stopped. "I have important business and you're slowing me down. Please go back." All the Heartless went away. She ran toward the castle, nearly knocking over a boy. He wore a coat just like an Org. member, and his blond hair was spiked up, blue eyes wide in surprise.
"Oh, sorry," she said running in place.
"No problem," he said askance. "Never seen you before."
"Same here. Name's Xanarian," she said stopping.
"Xanarian the name's Roxas," he replied.
"Nice to meet y
Connected to the Chain - Pt VIWith Sora still in the back of her head (courtesy of the shadow tentacle she tied to his shadow), Xanarian kept herself glued to Marluxia and company, hoping, waiting for something to bring that smug look off of the Nobody's face. Her investigation into the reason behind Sora's appearance started to evolve into a vengeful mission to bring Marluxia down once and for all. She didn't care. If she was lucky, it would all be the same thing by the time it was over.
Vexen was serious as he fought Sora, and Xanarian bit her lip. Vexen was no pushover, and as one of the original members of the Organization, she was fully aware of his power and his cold, calculating style. In fact, Sora had a bit of a hard time, but managed to defeat Vexen. Well, that wasn't quite right. Vexen was done with his assessment of Sora, and decided to let him move forward.
"I was delving deep into your memory as we fought, and here Look what I found," the chilly scientist smiled as he held up a strange card. The
Connected to the Chain - Pt VIt was like a confused, random dream, watching four people at once. In fact, because of the level of concentration following four different presences, she might as well have been asleep. She was floating inside the shadows, keeping tabs on her leads, her eyes unfocused as she maintained her coma-like state. Umbra and Sable orbited her with alarming speed, acting as a defense system.
Sora was doing what Sora did best: plowing ahead, looking for Riku so they could rescue Naminé together. She sighed with every mention of the promise he made to her and thought of Kairi. The three Nobodies were traveling, and somehow managed to gather in Naminé's room. With all three of them present, she snapped off two threads, holding on to Axel. That should be sufficient, she nodded to herself. Her consciousness, now that she wasn't so strained, returned slowly, the scimitars revolving at a slower pace. This was the expected third meeting with "Riku," but he was nowhere to be
Connected to the Chain - Pt IVNaminé's room was much like the other rooms in Castle Oblivion, stark white walls, floors, and furniture. The only thing that did not make Xanarian shiver in discomfort and long for her dark room was the floor littered with drawings. Naminé was busy drawing, and didn't realize Xanarian had emerged from the room's slight shadow. She knocked on the wall.
Naminé jumped out of her skin, hastily hiding her drawing, which caused Xanarian to raise an eyebrow. "Xanarian??"
"Do you know anyone else who knocks??" she smiled. Naminé gave a hesitant smile back. "What are you drawing?"
"Oh, nothing in particular," Naminé said.
"Oh," Xanarian nodded. "Well, can I see it?"
"No!" she said hastily before calming down. "No, it's not done yet " she watched Xanarian walk up to her and bit her lip.
"What's going on, Naminé?"
"I don't know what you're talking about "
"Don't lie to me," Xanarian sighed. "Sora's here. He's losing his memories and you're planting yoursel
Connected to the Chain - Pt IIIXanarian had spent the last few worlds observing Sora while traveling in his shadow, and was amazed at just how prone to instinct he was. Sometimes I feel he's no better than a Heartless. She liked that about him. He seldom thought with his head, which led to incredible, impractical, and probably avoidable (for those who used sense) adventures for him and his traveling companions. For her, who lived with Nobodies who always used logical means to settle problems, seeing a heart in action (one not consumed in darkness) was a refreshing change of pace, and Sora, who seemed "full of heart" as the saying went, was the perfect person to study. It was a good thing, too, since during her travels with him, she still couldn't figure out who led him to Castle Oblivion in the first place. Other than Axel, no other organization member had approached him yet.
"Yes, yes just run right into danger," Xanarian chuckled as Sora dashed forward leaving his friends behind.
They were in Wonderla
Connected to the Chain - Pt II"It's Cloud."
Xanarian hadn't been paying attention. She floated in the shadow, feeling herself surrounded by Sora's presence. She was looking at the point of light in the darkness, wondering what it was when she noticed the voice. "What?" she peeked out and saw the man in question.
The man was fierce looking, with a tattered red cloak that covered half of his face and a strange golden glove that resembled a claw. She could tell he was strong, and it had nothing to do with the grossly oversized sword he lugged around. There was a large shadow surrounding him, not like the shadow a normal person could see, but the amount of darkness inside him was overwhelming. "To think he hasn't become a heartless yet " she thought to herself. "I have to find out more. His heart would make an excellent addition," she smiled immediately thinking of her Kingdom Hearts. As Cloud walked by, she quietly snuck from Sora to Cloud, forgetting for the moment her espionage mission.
"Strange," she said to h