Re:Organization

Marluxia led Kuja into the pristine white, round room. Nearly all of the high, imposing chairs stood empty, save for one. Craning his neck, he looked up at Xemnas, silently disliking the unequal position it put him in. Soon, he wouldn't have to look up at this man any more. Soon.

Stepping aside, he bowed a little, gesturing towards Kuja, his words directed at Xemnas up on high. "I present to you Kuja, a new kindred spirit."

It had taken barely any effort to dump Roxas at the small village. Roxas hadn't seemed all the interested in checking out an 'old, dead tree' in his own words and when presented with the option to look through the nearly deserted village instead of coming with Marluxia to check out the Iifa tree, he had jumped at it.

Honestly, youngsters; their priorities were all screwed up.

With Zexion's map in hand, Marluxia made his way over to the edge of the tree, breathing in sharply in surprise. Zexion had told him that the tree was large, but it had been hard to imagine without the visual reminder. Tucking his map away, Marluxia stripped over his gloves, touching the long dead wood. He couldn't feel a spark of life in the tree, but perhaps if he travelled closer to its core, he could find something more interesting than dead samples.

Still, he really was going to have to rethink growing the tree in The World That Never Was. He was going to cull its growth a lot, lest the tree would take over the city. Not that that wasn't a much nicer look, but certain people would complain. Oh, if only he was superior already.