Roxas stepped out of the dark portal, scanning his surroundings quickly, shielding his eyes from the bright sun that was beating down on him and his cloaked companion.
Looking up at the taller man he squinted slightly and started to look around again, there was nothing but sand around them, sand and sun. "Where are we?" he asked before looking back up at Xaldin, who had now removed his hood, letting his long black braided hair fall down his back.
"This is Agrabah, and there is yet another test for you to partake in before you can become a full member of the Organisation." The Elder replied softly, casting an eye over his young protégé and then looking around for the shadowy creatures that were found in the Worlds now. The Heartless, those who hunger for hearts and as a by-product of that hunger, Nobodies such as themselves were brought forth. Xaldin sighed, Heartless that were a product of research conducted by the Apprentices of Ansem the Wise; Xehanort, Braig, Dilan, Even, Aeleus and Ienzo, whose folly had left them without hearts and had brought darkness to the worlds.
Shaking his head slightly and running a gloved hand through his hair he grunted, those men were long gone, replaced by people who didn't have emotional inhibitions to slow them down. Looking back at Roxas the Elder grunted, "There are creatures here, called the Heartless, they possess what we need to fulfil our goal. They are different from Nobodies, and are easy to recognise once you know how. Your task is to kill some for me, that's all there, is to it."
Roxas muttered to himself about things being too easy in this test, and quickly summoned his Keyblades and running off to find some of the Heartless. As he ran he looked back to see Xaldin floating along behind him, six lances dancing around him as he moved. Slowing slightly Roxas stared in amazement, was this the power of the Organisation, did all of them have abilities like this? Blinking quickly Roxas began to move again as Xaldin signalled for him to keep going, the Heartless must be here somewhere.
Xigbar grinned as he reloaded his guns, his feet planted firmly on the ceiling. Beneath him Vexen held back Heartless with his shield firing ice missiles at them. Zexion stayed behind the academic, warning him off attacks from the ground. The creatures kept coming however, and no matter how many the trio of Nobodies killed, it still looked like they would be overwhelmed eventually.
Grunting Xigbar fired another volley into the mass of shadows below him before teleporting himself across the room to fire another volley of shots into a group of Heartless that had snuck up on him from behind. Swearing Xigbar reloaded again before beginning to fire yet more bullets into the crowd, hoping that eventually they would make some kind of mark on the Heartless population.
"Yo' Vexen, how you holding up down there?" Xigbar called out to the long haired Nobody before shooting a Heartless that had begun to climb the walls towards him.
Vexen fired yet more icy missiles from his hands before looking up towards Xigbar, the Freeshooter, number 3 in the Organisation. "I could be better 3, but I suppose one learns to make do with what is present." The scientist replied, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Some people were not made for fighting and idle conversation, and Vexen was one of these. He preferred to be left alone in his laboratory where he could deal with things that weren't unpredictable. Catching another Heartless on his shield Vexen turned and nudged Zexion softly, "My magic wont last forever you know, 6, hand me an ether or something," he grunted quickly, feeling the energy leaving his body quickly.
Zexion muttered something to himself and pulled an ether from his coat, unstopping it and handing it to his companion. "This is useless, we need more aid if we want to stay alive in this place." He said as he threw the cork stopper at a far wall, momentarily distracting some of the Heartless.
Vexen was about to nod when Xigbar shouted down, "No way, we don't need anymore help kid, we're the organisation, these pitiful things should be a piece of cake right?"
Zexion chuckled softly to himself and nodded, Xigbar was right, and it was about time Zexion actually did something to help. Standing up Zexion held out his right hand and concentrated on duplicating himself a few times, each one holding a smaller copy of Xigbar's weaponry. Smiling Zexion closed his eyes, relying solely on his sense of smell to help his shooting. He could sense the duplicates doing the same thing, and he began to fire at the closest Heartless.
It wasn't long before Zexion had to open his eyes to reload, all of his copies had been destroyed already and Xigbar was at the other end of the hall, laughing as his bullets decimated the small shadowy creatures that were attacking them. Zexion was about to smile when he heard a deeper laugh behind him and then the familiar rushing sound. Turning slightly he saw the tall frame of Lexaeus step through the portal, his tomahawk held by his side. "Well…it looks like I arrived just in time." He commented before running forward, swinging his blade back readying a strike at the Heartless ahead.