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Marluxia watched as the crimson haired man, Axel, grinned, introducing himself and apparently talking to the blonde girl whose name was Namine. Okay, so he had learned the girl's name. Maybe if he was silent, he could find out more information. So, Axel knew some things that would answer questions? Remember, memories can be manipulated. he thought. Did this mean that their memories were manipulated by somebody?

The man looked up when hearing Roxas mid-sentence. Stopped time? Was it even possible? Well, they had come down with serious amnesia and barely knew where they were and who they were, so what was or wasn't possible? A small sigh escaped his lips, still trying to pull information out of everything that had been happening.

After Roxas asked Axel multiple questions, Marluxia raised an eyebrow and turned to looked out the nearest window. No more Heartless, atleast from what he could see, and...a boy? Now distracted, memories flashed through his mind. Keyblades again, and their abilities. So there were multiple types of keyblades? Did this mean that that spiky haired boy was a keyblade wielder? How many people could use that weapon?

Castle Oblivion, and memories are capable of being manipulated. Also, there is a weapon called a keyblade, and it can open any lock, as well as kill these Heartless. he paused.One by one, they seem to return through different triggers. Interesting...

Marluxia turned his attention back to the other three. Time to trigger more memories, hopefully.

Demyx, for the most part, had been quiet. A change, for once. Then again, when he had followed Roxas and the blonde girl into the mansion, he had felt the need to be quiet. Almost intropective. Which was odd for someone like himself. So there he stood, as he watched Roxas and Namine talk. Bright blue eyes flitted around the room, taking in the sight of the poor room. It looked like someone had rushed out of it quite a hurry. The room oozed familiarity though, even if he wasn't sure how or why.

Just like everything else so far.

Ugh, that was severely annoying. He didn't know how these places and people sounded so familiar. Demyx hated not knowing. But unfortunately, he'd stay like that because really, he at least remembered that everyone left him the dark. His attention was diverted from a dusty spot on the floor towards the door. For a moment, his pulse raced and he was about to make a run for it, but the red-head from earlier walked in. Demyx cocked his head to the side, trying to place a name. Axel. Right, Axel was the guy's name. Strange how he remembered that.

Wait, he remembered that girl's name too, now that you mention it.

"Namine... uhh--I think Axel is a friend."

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((Taking forever for me to post. So...busy. @_@ Sorry. <3 And, is there going to be a Trigger Event with Marluxia and Larxene, or no? I looked at the Memories, and it didn't say so, but I don't know if they are in need of an update or not ^^; ))

As soon as he heard his name, Marluxia came to full attention. So, Organization XIII...he was somehow in it then? And what was this 'Flower Boy' nonsense Axel was talking about? Was there something behind that than just a random nickname the red head had apparently given him? The serious man really didn't take a liking to this Axel...he was annoying and didn't seem to have a sense of maturity. Well, at least the red head was more mature than the boy Demyx. Then there was a sudden crash that distracted his thoughts.

Marluxia glanced up, immediately taken back by the tripping blonde. He raised an eyebrow as she tripped on her fairly high heels. Had she been chased by the Heartless too? Probably. He smirked, now watching the woman with interest.

"They pile up more and more." he said, a smirk still on his lips as he walked out near the rest of the group. It looked as if his observation was coming to an end. Though, the familiarity of the blonde had brought him out also. Why so many familiar faces?

Wandering the streets of Twilight Town, Riku meandered back and forth across the cobblestones, wondering to himself, his hands burrowed into his pockets. He shook his head. "If I were a Sora, where would I be?"

He paused in his zigzagging walk for a moment, having to laugh at what he'd just said. A Sora. Heh..heh.. As if there's more than one.

"Thank god there's only one," he laughed. "The mayhem. The utter mayhem."

He continued, making his way for the Tram Common. He wandered around in a circle for a moment, still trying to decide where to start looking. Then he noticed the gaping hole in the wall.

"Of course! The Mansion!"

How could he be so stupid? Of COURSE they'd gone to the Mansion. It was practically the cornerstone of the whole city. He didn't particularly WANT to go back, but that was the place that made the most sense. And in a twisted sense of curiosity... he wanted to see it. He wanted to see if the foyer was still a mess, littered with broken stone and shattered statues. If the dining room table was still broken in half lying on the floor like a great fallen beast. If the columns in the garden were whole again. If Namine's room was still that disgustingly perfect, vibrant white. If the Library was still clean and orderly, the only room in the building that seemed normal... until you completed the drawing on the table and you opened DiZ's lair, anyway.

He broke into a sprint, ducking under the stone wall and into the woods.