The two walked through the portal into a square overlooked by a clock tower. It was, as always, twilight.
"Uh… Marluxia? I thought we were going somewhere with water… or music…" Larxene commented, confused.
Marluxia shrugged, "After what Sora said, I didn't really want to be wearing this cloak anymore."
Larxene looked down at her own cloak and sighed, "I hadn't really noticed. Too busy running around looking for everyone…"
"Not to mention that it seems like some other members are doing Xehnort's will and still donning them. It's hard to blame Sora and his group for assuming we were with them." Marluxia reasoned.
The two walked down the road towards the shops in silence before Larxene spoke up, "I have a keyblade."
"You do," Marluxia agreed.
Larxene kept staring ahead, looking for clothing shops, "What do we do with it?"
"That is entirely up to you," Marluxia replied. "This whole mess is from everyone trying to tell keyblade weilders what to do with their keyblades. If you think there's something it should be used for, that's your decision and that's good enough for me."
The two reached a store and walked inside. Larxene shuffled through a rack of shirts before speaking up a few minutes later, "What if it isn't though…? Isn't it the keyblade that chooses its weilder?"
Marluxia paused from sliding around jackets and looked to her, "And it trusted you to make that call. Doubting like that is what gives Xehenort a foothold."
In silence, the two continued searching for something better to wear than the cloaks marking them as villainous. Larxene had a small pile of candidates, most in the color goldenrod or teal, whereas Marluxia's choices had pink and green. The two had, without comment, started a third pile full of blues that they couldn't help but know Demyx would like.
In the end, Larxene had a medium yellow tank top with teal swirls at the hem along with black pants and teal boots, Marluxia had a pink sweatshirt with roses along one sleeve, a white shirt, and dark grey pants with black boots, and they had brought along a medium blue sweatshirt with wave patterns, a light blue tank top, black pants, and yellow shoes for Demyx. The two had also snagged one larger bag, holding the things meant for Demyx along with extra potions and elixers, and two smaller bags to hold their cloaks.
Neither were thrilled about having to keep the cloaks and lug them around, but without them it was dangerous to use portals.
Wandering around the town and asking someone every once in a while revealed no one had seen Demyx around. They hadn't had too much of an expectation as the world wasn't one that would appeal to him outside of napping and shirking work, but while there they at least had to check.
Larxene was still thinking about her new weapon. She summoned it as Marluxia went to a stall for a few extra supplies and stared at it. It had several spikes the shape of her knives, and was the same brilliant yellow and teal. Swinging it a few times, she was satisfied that its shortness was useful to be quick. Her strength wasn't great which meant having speed was vital. It vanished as Marluxia walked back.
"I've chosen the last few worlds. Which do you think next?" Marluxia asked, putting the extra potions into the large bag by Larxene's feet.
She took a deep breath and crossed her arms, thinking. "Well…" she trailed, "We could try your homeworld."
Marluxia stood and arched his eyebrow, "Why?"
Shrugging, she replied, "We havne't been there since I got you and it's the last world we know of with mermaids. If he wants comfort in that, it's the last place to check."
His face scrunched up a little, "I won't be able to do all that much if he's underwater."
Larxene rolled her eyes, "Like you could in Port Royal where there wasn't a problem with swimming."
"You know what I mean," Marluxia stated, annoyed.
She chuckled, "You just don't want Demyx to find out."
His face changed to stubborness, "No. That isn't a problem."
Larxene burst into a fit of laughter, "Whatever you say, Marly. Whatever you say~"
Marluxia sighed, "Either way, there's the Leviathan."
Catching her breath, Larxene straightened up, "Yeah… didn't exactly stick around much to figure out what to do about that. Figured the search had top priority."
The town seemed to be quieting. Despite the sun staying in the sky in the same position, the locals were leaving the streets and going back home for the night. Marluxia noticed this and took his bundled up cloak from the bag strapped to his waist.
Larxene reached into her bag and brought hers out as well, "What if he isn't in Neverland?"
Marluxia shrugged on the cloak, "We'll have to search another world."
"And if he's not there either?" she zipped up her coat.
A portal formed as Marluxia held up his hand, "We move on to the next."
