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Xaldin didn't mind being inside. In fact, he quite preferred it sometime. Lately, however, inside meant being around some of the most insufferable beings he had met. It would summarize the reason why he was trailing through the Mountain's forrest now, headed for the HQ. Really- one was enough, and even that one he often fancied dying horribly somewhere where he couldn't technically help but still see. It wasn't so strong at the moment, with small paws merely set upon his head. After being twapped a couple times with that large paw of Xaldin's, Revelin had slowly learned that his guardian was becoming less tolerant of his nipping fetish.

The needles and twigs of the forrest floor snapped and groaned beneath the weight of the large, cloaked kitsu that stalked over them. The male himself was not really concerned with being heard at the moment- if anyone bothered him, he would take care of it quickly enough. Upon his back perched a young kit, hind paws set between the other's broad shoulders and the forepaws resting lightly upon his dark, braided dreadlocks.

"Your legs must not hurt that much." The larger grumbled low at the boy, though he didn't seem too irritated. Revelin lied plenty, especially when it came to excuses to get free rides. As long as he wasn't being too annoying, the Lancer decided, he would allow it. It was a faster way to get to the cabin, anyway.

"I'm just standin' " Revelin pointed out obviously, his one bright eye looking down the other's skull. Every now and then it would stray to the small, swaying purple earing that dangled from the other male's ear. The urge to give it a tug was almost impossible to resist. If he didn't know he'd be bucked flying off from his perch for it... "Someone's gotta keep a look-out for attacks, right?" Riiiight. Silver-streaked tails flicked idly- Xaldin was always so boring! He had to have something to do!

"CABIN, HO! C'mon, sprint for it!" He proclaimed, bopping the other a few times on the head for encouragement.

"Shut up."

Xaldin was never any fun!

Violet eyes narrowed instinctively as another voice made itself known, head twisting to locate the source. It first he mistook her for some sort of monster- perhaps one of those colorful Heartless evolutions that may have slipped through the void and followed them. Usually those sort of things caught up to him, of all of the Nobodies. Annoying things all the more quickly. However, upon further inspection, he realized it was some sort of mask. Not that those leathery wings made her look anymore normal, though.

"And who are you?" He asked gruffly, answering and yet not answering her question. The illusion, however, was ruined when Revelin pipped up.

"Yep! That's my mommy and daddy!" Now now! Revelin could behave himself in the presence of strangers... for a little while, anyway. Those little tails thumped against the cloat-clad back as the boy's interest in this mysterious new woman became known. "Eh, my sister's the only one that calls me that. 'm Revelin, and this is my uncle Xally~ You know Bryn?" Perfectly sweet in a boyish sort of way, if one was not deterred by the rather toothy grin that was now bared in attempt to look friendly. Xaldin would resist the urge to snort at his acting.

"Kitsyn?" He'd never met the aforementioned kitsu, though he knew Bryna wasn't being watched by their mom or dad. That was Kestel and Dahlia.

When Vale landed, Rev flicked one of Xaldin's ears with his paw, steering him with reluctance a bit closer to the female. "Does Bryna talk about her awesome only-brother?" He was curious- he was always fishing for compliments one way or another.

"No. And I'm afraid that as soon as you refer to me as such, the conversation is over." A cool statement, with a warning clearly laced in it. He didn't seem hostile, however- he was simply informing her of the terms.

"Don't mind him!" Revelin chirruped, bopping his chin lightly upon the top of the other's head. "Uncle Xally's not allowed to be nice. I, on the other hand..." He reached paws out for her, as if seeking to be transfered to this new female with interesting wings.

Churring with pleasure, the boy left Xaldin's head alone and nimbly hopped to Valefor, sliding to the place between her shoulders where he soon sat. "Oh? You mean that's not your face?" He asked, tinting the tone with innocence so that it didn't seem as if he was being rude. Of course, unbeknownst to her, he was shooting Xaldin a grin and a wink before making obnoxious faces. When the other male seemed to be unaffected, he pawed at her wings, his nails scraping over them a bit as he did.

"She does?" He was pleased, really. "Who else?" Nosey brother much?

A jagged brow arched smoothly at the female, and Xaldin took time to roll his shoulders before he even seemed to consider an answer. The title seemed to be accepted, but if she was trying to flatter him somehow, he didn't make sign of favor. Really, his face was just as good as that mask she insisted on wearing. He didn't even have to pretend to feel anything if he didn't want to. "The power to know when not to disclose information like a weather forecast. Why don't we start with how much you know about me already?"

"He's got the power to be a meany!" Tutted Revelin, reaching out to experimentally puff gentle air at one of the female's ears. He was tempted to disclose the information she wanted from him, but this new conversation sounded like it might be promising.

((I have to go for two weeks now. If you still want to continue when I get back, I'll be ready. Just letting you know now))

Revelin gave a little ruffle at those words, though a grin also split his face at the same time in hopes of throwing off the observation. Well played indeed. "Not everyone has to talk outta their mouths," He tried to recover, "Some of the cooler peeps can do it with their mind." Sitting back on his haunches, he tapped his head with a toe to demonstrate. The shake successfully rattled him, though he dove for her neck and clung with his nails sinking into the fur. Purposeful, of course, though he mewled with all the charm of a kit as if it were not.

"Hmm. And you believe that individual power is what binds us together as an organization?" Ignorance, perhaps, was bliss as far as that was concerned. Stuck in this world, in this form, meant their secrecy might be a little more loose, but Xaldin was in no place to tell her the one other teensy weensy similarity that binded together. If Xigbar hadn't flapped his tongue that much, it was all the better. At the mention of Number Two's 'power', the Lancer gave a dignified snort. True, Xigbar was as close of a friend as anyone to Xaldin, but there were enough times when the sharpshooter almost made him believe that his rage was real and tangible. Sometimes, he did believe that Revelin was just another one of Xigbar's ways of pissing him off thoroughly.

"Perhaps in time you will know. If indeed you know Xigbar, you'll likely find out soon enough." It wasn't as if he were ashamed of his power- not at all. But he didn't know this woman for one, and the unknown might also give him an edge later. "Though you can be assured we are nothing alike."

"It's Space!" Revelin would correct her, frizzing up offensively. "It's not teleka-whatsit. It's gravity." Because while being psychic was cool, gravity was awesome. However, at the offer he perked, forgiving her for her mistake and taking his claws from her skin. "Would I?!"

A clear of his throat neutralized the excitement in his tone, and Revelin proceeded to grumble his next words. "I mean yeah, I guess I could do ya the favor. She's just my sister 'n all... What'dyou think, O Dark One?"

"Don't care," Xaldin grunted, though his violet eyes studied Valefor quietly, reconsidering. "Don't complain to me when you get more than you bargained for... Valefor, is it?"

He was proud of being Xigbar's child, too- the evidence had been made clear enough when he corrected her. As for the dangling... who knew? He might have rather enjoyed it. In some ways he was different from his father, but so young in his age it was rather clear who he had taken up as a role model.

"How perceptive of you," The Dark One returned dryly, "Things like that are better kept a secret. For your own good. Curiosity is not a good habit to have."

Oh, it likely wouldn't have been very good. The Organization somewhat prided itself on secrecy; made a point of it. The less people that knew their purpose, the less there would be to fight back against them when the time came. Luckily, she wouldn't make her other source known, and Xaldin would continue to believe Xigbar had been somehow tricked into going into a tirade about himself and the big, bad, club that he was second in command to.

"He says it's okay. Right, Xaldin? Pleeeease?" The last word stretching the corners of his lips to a toothy grin- it was almost a threat.

"Fine, so long as he makes it back in one piece. The mother would never let the father hear the end of it," Which meant he probably wouldn't either. Not that he really cared if Revelin broke his arm or got his ear chomped off, noooo. For all he cared, Valefor could lock him in a closet for all of the visit. Hell, he'd done that himself a few times. "But I'm afraid, my dear, you haven't seen anything yet."

Revelin purred, pushing his head into the feathered neck before him to give a short little nuzzle before he hopped down from the Aeon's shoulder. Brushing himself a little against one of Xaldin's fore-arms quickly before he could be batted off, the boy seemed to be done with the two adults for now. He'd gotten what he wanted, so now he would take advantage of Xaldin's temporary advantage to scamper off to a patch of flowers nearby and promptly begin the job of ripping them up.

The dark eyes followed the kit as he went on for a moment, but the deep question he sounded was for the female nearby. "Like kids, do you?" Well, she had to, if she was willing to deal with siblings, especially THAT particular pair.

There was an acknowledging grumble at that, for the words rang true in his mind. What he was refraining from saying, however, was the curiosity she might exercise on him would be likely to give her more of a stab than a paper-cut. Words from Xaldin were like the strikes he had made with his genzus perhaps not so long ago- sharp, and with unmerciful force. Not many people had the thick skin to deal with them, and sometimes they could impale completely. Just how much, then, could this people-watcher stomach of them?

"And I just might not care." He pointed out cooly, his thick brows lifting slowly. "It might not do you much good. But we'll see." A challenge? Perhaps, and maybe not. Valefor was not the only one who could use words for dual purposes.

What did he care if it hurt? When one couldn't feel, you didn't produce remorse very well. Those violet eyes shifted to consider hers without indication. It was impossible for him to know that his questions were hurting her at the moment, so for now the conversation was mainly innocent. "You've been a mother before?" He implored, thinking to himself how he didn't think he liked children at all. Patience he had, though- the fact Revelin was alive was proof of that.