A large, ruined castle stood, towering above a little town filled with empty streets and little yellow creatures called Moogles running the shops. Jexar thought long and hard about his weapon. Everyone else had such vibrant weapons, like Demyx's sitar and Axel's charkrams. They were so suited to their element. What was suited to gravity? The obvious choice to Jexar was a large, heavy weapon because he could alter its weight. But those weapons were for physical fighters like Lexaeus and the weird were-wolf guy. Jexar wasn't strong or bulky. He was thin and smart; he liked watching things from afar, causing trouble from a distant. He needed a weapon he could manipulate from afar. But, he was capable of physical fighting. He was stronger than Zexion and Demyx. His weapon would have to cover both strengths. Then the bulb sparked a shine above his head. Jexar knew the kind of weapon he would wield.

Lexaeus dropped five big boxes onto a table in the basement laboratory. Zexion watched as Jexar started lifting the weapon parts from the boxes, altering fine details. The first component was a metal pole, roughly a foot long. To Zexion and Lexaeus, this was clearly a handle or hilt.

An hour went by, with numbers V and VI watching the master of gravity levitate and manipulate the metal further than recognition. Lexaeus could not see anything that Jexar had originally brought. A can of spray paint stopped breathing out its staining mist as Jexar levitated his brain child off the desk. Zexion and Lexaeus gazed in amazement at the weapon. It was a mace. The now green, one foot pole had a large spiked ball resting at the end. At the other end, a bright green, illuminating crystal glowed across the nobody insignia protruding from it, made delicately from metal plating. Zexion pondered. The crystal was a power source but the mace needed no power. It was a battering, physical tool like Saix's claymore. Jexar smirked. Suddenly, the mace head separated from the hilt, leaving a glowing chain of green energy in its wake. It flew around the room, limitlessly bound by its endless chain. It was not a mace, it was a flail. A physical weapon Jexar could swing at close range, but at long distances, the spiked sphere could fly, pushed along by Jexar's powers. Its weight could change. One hit, a soft touch like a feather, the next touch, like being hit by a meteor. The two were impressed. They couldn't help wondering if Jexar's somebody was a genius, just like theirs.

"Impressive." Xemnas examined Jexar's flail carefully. "Well, let's see what it can do." A evil chuckle escapes the superior's lips. "Number IX water clones, now." Demyx obeyed his superior, gracefully lifting his sitar, striking the chords in a melody that was ironically heart warming. Puddles formed on the hall of empty melodies' floor, swiftly rising to form the water clones. "Destroy them Jexar!" The superior's order started Jexar's actions.

"If I simply swing the flail, then one is no more." He demonstrated this. "However, using gravity to define its course..." The sphere shot forward, sweeping across the floor, removing the first wave of clones. It swept back across, eliminating the second wave. Then Jexar, lifting off the ground, pointing his weapon downwards, while simultaneously levitating Demyx and Xemnas, swung the mace head in a giant circle across the entire room, wiping out every single one of the clones. Jexar slowly touched the floor again placing Xemnas back on his feet and Demyx on his head.

"You are a true warrior, Jexar, it is a blessing to kingdom hearts that you have joined our ranks. " Xemnas showed his enthusiasm at having a very competent member at his control.

"Yeah, that was great, Jex." Demyx spoke gleefully as he picked himself of the floor.

"Thank you." Jexar's reply showed his feeling of acceptance, but a shadow of concern at his own response.