Illusion
"Dude!" Demyx banged on Luxord's door. "You have to see this!"
The owner of the room opened the door. "What is it now, Dem-Woah..."
"I know, right?! It's like a castle-wide hall of mirrors!" The Nocturne jumped in excitement, and all of his various illusionary clones did the same.
"...I assume that Zexion is ill, correct?"
"Yep! C'mon, race ya to the kitchen!"
"...First to get there gets the loser's eggs?"
"You're on!"
And much laughs were had as the two ran into walls and other Organization members when they thought they would turn down another hallway.
Earth
Lexaeus opened the fridge, only to find something missing. "...Marluxia?" The giant of a Nobody asked the man sitting at the table behind him. "Where's the last can of Blue Falcon?"
"I believe Luxord took it, why?"
"..." The Hero summoned his axe-sword and stalked out of the room.
...
Xion threw her hands up in the air. "I dunno how you can stand Wonderland, Luxord. That place confuses me to no end!"
The Gambler chuckled and sipped a bit of liquid from his can he held. "I actually find it quite fascinating. Mazes that constantly change, contradictions that can make perfect sense, soldiers made out of cards...It's heaven for the living...And non-existing."
Axel scoffed. "Whatever you say, Lux."
Luxord's eyebrow rose. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Xion tilted her head in confusion.
Number VIII's eyes immediately focused onto the drink Luxord was holding. "Dude...Was that the last can of Blue Falcon?"
"Hmm? Yes, why?"
"LUXOOOOORRRRRD!!!"
From down the hall, the three Nobodies could see Lexaeus zooming towards them, seemingly riding on the ground itself.
"Run, Lux! We'll hold him off!" Axel summoned his chakrams and, although confused, Xion did the same with her keyblade.
The Gambler of Fate decided to not ask questions and bolted down the opposite corridor.
Lexaeus, plowing through Axel and Xion like they weren't even there, continued his relentless chase. He used his powers over earth and rock to create large pillars of stone to impede Luxord's escape. Jumping, swerving, and ducking, number X did his best to stay away from the normally-Silent Hero. After what seemed like hours of running, Luxord spotted his room not too far away. He was almost there! Freedom! Home fr-
And then he ran into a giant wall of stone that appeared out of nowhere. Before he could figure out what just happened, he found himself being body-slammed through the wall and onto the ground. Then, he was being held up about two feet off the ground by Lexaeus. The Hero's face, normally calm and composed, now expressed extreme rage and irritation. "Where. Is. My. Drink?!"
"I-I think I m-may have dropped it wh-when you sh-shouted my name i-in rage!"
After a minute of glaring on Lexaeus' part, he roughly dropped Luxord and proceeded to walk back down the hall. 'For a second there,' he thought as he caught his breath. 'I thought I was going to die!'
The proceeding events happened in less than a second:
A giant fist made of stone erupted from the earth.
The fist had slammed Luxord's face and sent him flying.
Lexaeus grinned for a split second as he heard number X's cry of pain before returning to his normal, stoic expression.
Ice
Vexen cackled like a madman as he poured some liquids into a large beaker. "Yes...Yes! I'm so close! Some Dark Ingot...Some Rune Techs...Aaaaannnnd..."
"Hey Vex, we need-"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!" And the Academic froze Axel in a fit of insane rage.
The fire-bearer quickly thawed himself out. "Now I know why they sent me to get you." He growled as he forcefully dragged Vexen to dinner.
"My experiments! They're almost complete! Let go of me, you crazy loon!"
"Yeah? And why should I?"
"For science!"
Wind
"Zexion!" Demyx yelled over the howling winds that swept through the castle. "What the hell's going on?!"
The Nobody in question held onto a pillar, as he was afraid he'd be blown away if he wasn't anchored to something. "Xaldin is pretty upset!"
"Why?!"
"Roxas beat his Heartless kill count! He's been at the top since the Organization was formed, and he's angry that some kid beat him in no time flat!"
"...Wow, he's pathetic!" And then Demyx found himself blown out of a window by a powerful gust of wind.
Space
Achoo!
"What the-?!" Larxene suddenly found herself in the library. "What the hell?! I was just in the-"
Achoo!
"-Arena...What?!" Now she was standing on top of the Altar of Naught. "The hell is going-"
Achoo!
"-on?! GAH!" The Nymph quickly jumped to the side before a lance was embedded into her skull.
Xaldin un-summoned his spear. "What are you doing in my room, Larxene?"
"I wish I-"
Achoo!
"-knew! OKAY, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Vexen, who turned around at Larxene's surprise entry, stated. "Ah, Xigbar is sick. When he's sick, he tends to teleport things against his will. Why, until just a moment ago, I was falling from a height of around 300 feet."
"...Shi-"
Achoo!
"-t..." Number XII noticed that she was now wearing a bikini and had a dolphin tail. "...I was teleported to Atlantica?! I will kill that sonuvabitch!"
Nothingness
Roxas approached Zexion. "Hey, Zexion?"
"Hm?" He looked up from his book at the sound of his name. "Yes, Roxas?"
"What exactly is Xemnas' power? I mean, I know it's Nothingness, but what exactly is that?"
Number VI opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again. He did this multiple times before saying, "I honestly don't know. I don't think I've ever seen him fight, get sick, or get angry...Or even pretend to get angry. I don't think anyone has, to be precise." Roxas was about to say something, but Zexion cut him off. "Wait, I remember one time where he got sick."
"What happened?"
"He sneezed. Once. And then the entire castle was filled with almost every type of lesser Nobody that you can think of."
Number XIII's eyes widened. "...Yikes."
