Welcome to Gaia! ::

Beast's Castle, East Wing

From this window, the eerie-eyed Heartless had watched as the group moved forward--- deeper into the confines of the castle. Now, he was not one who usually liked to play with his targets minds before he attacked, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. They were walking straight into his trap, and just thinking about the bloodshed he could create brought a wicked smile to his lips.

After all, he wasn't called Wrath just for the hell of it.

Shadows shifted behind him as he moved away from the window, reveling in the darkness that clung to him like a shroud. This would be easy, almost too easy.

And he would love every moment of it.

"...Mako what?" Luxord mumbled quietly once she had left his line of sight and had waltzed on over to those pretty silver-haired men.

Something deep inside of Luxord urged him to follow...but he decided not to, and instead apted to address the new "Shuyin" man, spinning on his heel and approaching him in mechanical, graceful step. He also pressed a firm but gentle hand on Xaldin's bicep, his own blue eyes flashing between the two, who seemed to be in quite the verbal confrontation. He also shot a bit of a furrowed-brow look over at Kadaj, from whom he heard the remark of 'Hit a nerve, have I?'.

"Let's not quarrel now," he said negotiatively, "for I am sure we can find what we all want through a little well-planned exploration and discovery. ...I do hope you agree with me."

He tried to say this loud enough for all to hear, and he stepped away from Xaldin to cross an arm over his chest and press his other hand to his chin, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. "Perhaps if we split up into teams of at least two, we will cover more ground in a lesser amount of time, and still get all the information we need to find a way out of here, and then..."

'And then what?' his mind echoed. For all he knew, he had no purpose in the world. He just learned his name, yet some of these people felt so familiar... Larxene and Xaldin definitely were, including the pink-haired man. ...Marluxia? That name sounded right.

He snapped out of his internal drawl and looked around a bit to see if he still had most of their attention. Seeing as he did (or so he thought), he spoke once more.

"...For it is useless to stand around here bickering amongst ourselves while we could be getting something done. I have no goal as of yet, but...perhaps I could find one if I simply searched."

"Mother"

The one with the longer hair had called her mother.....Lucrecia was a bit shocked, but....happy. She never had been called mother before, not even by her own son. Sephiroth....she knew he was alive. Lucrecia had found him at one point, and tried to explain everything to him....how she was really his mother, and the experiments that took place before his birth...

The end result wasn't pretty.

"From now on....you'll suffer with Cloud!"

Her own son had wounded her, and nearly took her head off, but here, these two were. They must be connected to him somehow....but...they had called her mother.

Yazoo and Kadaj, their names were. She was still confused but....they were in a way, her sons. They were remnants, she heard. Maybe...she could start over, and be the mother she never could be with her own son.

Yes, she could. She could fix her mistakes....one by one.

Going along with Marluxia and Larxene

Harmlessly scuttling along, every sense alert to their darkened surroundings, Stitch heeled at the Pinky's side, like a good dog should. He was probably the farthest thing from a canine, considering his destructive tendencies and overall danger factor, but heck, it wasn't like anyone was keeping score.

His tongue lolling at the thought of food, the tiny summon made a few soft, grunting noises, dark eyes darting around for any sign that anything was out of the ordinary.

Beast's Castle - Entrance Hall

The anger in Shuyin’s eyes flared. ”Hit a nerve, have I?” the silver-haired brat had said. Just who did he think he was to talk like that anyway? The Blitzball player was not one to take insults well. He sized up the young man. If he started anything, Shuyin would surely be able to take him without a problem.

He was about to step up and give this man what he deserved when another man intercepted him. He had short cropped hair and a beard.

“Not quarrel? What are you? A peacemaker?” Shuyin snarled. “And what if we do split up? I have no reason to be here! I need to find a way out of this castle!”

This castle… it was like a cage. A cage from the one true thing he sought… Oh Lenne. She claimed to be alright but Shuyin knew her better than anyone. She would never let him worry about her but in doing this, he only worried more.

He needed to find Olympus and fast, not hang around and explore some castle.

Wandering the halls of Beast's Castle

Marluxia sighed, blue eyes flickering around as if he was expecting something to come out at any time. Stitch heeled, and the ex-Nobody looked down to see the creature doing the same thing he was. He turned to Larxene as she called his nick name. Really, she was the only one he didn't mind having her call him 'Marly'. His blonde companion was the one who had come up with it, was his excuse.

"There should be torches somewhere..." he trailed off, shifting his weight into his right leg to get a better look at the walls as he searched for the dancing shadows that the flames of a torch might emit. A flicker around the corner caught his eye, and he was soon holding their only light source in his hand. Marluxia looked down at his newly dubbed 'pet'.

"Something isn't right." he stated, eyes now focused on Larxene. It seemed that Stitch had decided this too.

He kept his free hand ready to summon his scythe at any moment.

Heeled at Pinky'sMarluxia's and Larxene's side

Large ears flicking to pick up even the smallest signs of danger, Stitch could already feel his hackles rising. The little creature bared his teeth and straightened, scooting in front of the larger pair. The tiny summon didn't think the Pinky or Larxene could see or hear as well as he did, thanks to the nightvision and ultra-sensitive hearing he had been gifted with, and therefore moved to protect them.

Apparently quite bored with emulating a puppy, the summon straightened, standing on his hind legs as the pair of little arms at his sides sprouted out quite gleefully, antennae picking up the movements that disturbed the air and placing them almost immediately.

"Eh, eh!" Stitch nodded delightedly when Larxene mentioned that there were idiots; he personally liked it where name-calling was concerned, and would never fail to add his two cents in, no matter what the situation. "Stupidheads!"

Then again, it would probably be more fun to pick up more swear words; now that would be interesting.

His ray guns were in his little claws now, looking very much like toys. Well actually, quite a few of those Heartless thought so, but a few blasts and the morons had an entirely different opinion after that.

....Well, you know, those not-dead ones.