Re:Organization

This should have been standard before it became a complaint, really.

And on the kids? How long had it been since Roxas even had an actual mission? Whatever he got taken off to do with Marluxia proved almost pointless, from this side... well.

Axel didn't really mind watching over the kids, to be honest-- just his pride kind of cocked up things like that. He grumbled to himself under his breath, waiting for XIII and XIV to meet up with him in the lounge.

"Rrrrrroxassssss, c'mon..."

The boy had been dealing with the random heartless which appeared during his wanderings, but that had been just two or three..at most five or six of them at one time. Part of him acknowledged that perhaps the fact that he had been readily enough able to deal with those, had made him a little too confident in his ability to deal with the creatures. The other part raged at how weak he was currently every time the feeling of freshly drawn blood running down over his arms, shoulders and legs, called his attention away from trying to keep the monsters away from him. It seemed that no matter how many he did destroy more took the place of the one banished.

Unexpectedly as he turned to deflect another attack aimed toward his torso, one leg slid further back than expected dumping him down on his ass hard enough to cause his hand to lose its already tenuous hold on the weapon which was all that was keeping the shadows away from him. Kicking out at the one closest to him, he had the brief satisfaction at seeing it blow apart at the impact before two more decided to latch onto the shoe, tearing it apart even as he managed to jerk his leg back from them, pulling both up close to his chest in a last ditch effort to afford it some small bit of extra protection as the mass seemed to rush inward toward him before exploding into black clouds. Without any warning a black cloaked figure now stood over him, currently keeping a new wave of heartless at bay. Only something had apparently decided to up the ante as it were, these heartless were considerably larger than the ones which had preceded them.

The portal opened up in a dark, unused corner of the vast building, allowing five people to pass through. Or rather, five beings that once had been people but now could no longer be named that. And it wasn't just the issue of not having a heart that did it. It seemed this world had a sense of humour.

Xigbar let the portal close behind them with a casual wave of his paw. Paw? Yes, paw. It seemed while passing through the corridor of darkness to get here, their bodies had fallen under the spell of this world's magic, adjusting to become, well-

"Mice," Xigbar said, with a twitch of his whiskers, peering underneath the others' hoods to confirm that, yes, they had all turned into frigging rodents. At least, Zexion wasn't here. Dude would have taken it as a personal affront on his diminutive size, no doubt. "Well," he said, giving the others a mouse-y grin, "at least, it's better than fish." Atlantica. Shudder.