Proof of Existence

[Naminé /admin/]

The Castle That Never Was was silent, containing virtually no sound or action. The large structure had been empty for awhile now, waiting for a soul to venture into its depths and discover its secrets. A portal of darkness signalled the coming of someone and out stepped one of the castle's old inhabitants–the sixth organization member, Zexion. He pushed his hood off of his icy hair and sharp features with gloved hands, closing his eyes and relishing the cool air around him. It wasn't his first time to visit the castle since his 'rise from ruin,' as he called it, but it was his first time to visit this particular part of the castle: the room known as Proof of Existence. It was a graveyard-like area whose floor was lined with thirteen glowing weapons.

Well, twelve considering that one was oh so elegantly blown up.

Zexion walked over to his marke, a sneer on his face as he looked at the hole that was his 'gravestone.' He then began thinking of who's carelessness could have caused this. He then realized that it could have been any member.

"As ungrateful as always," he found himself saying, the words seemingly freezing the air they were spoken into.

[Hansy]

<sup>Hansy had been traveling through the bizzare Castle for a while. He still had 'no' idea where he was. But he kept finding memory after memory with each step he took, small shots of himself walking, the man with blue hair, the castle itself. He was instantly compelled to search further. How he got there, was completely whacked, he was in the realm of darkness, having just left a world when suddenly this huge blue flaming shockwave sent him flying through a corridor, and into the castle. Regardless, now he was here, and that was that.

He didn't know why no one confronted him, why hall after all was empty, but he finally thought he heard something as he walked into a room. There were glowing, portal like things strewn across it, with somone at the top of the room, in a cloak just like his, muttering over one of them. Hansy took a few steps forward, to see who this person was.</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion prodded the rubble of his 'gravestone' with his toe, sending a small piece of rocklike material skittering down the steps. He followed it with icy eyes and then noticed Hansy. A frown made itself apparent on his features as he viewed the boy, who was dressed in the same attire as he, and Zexion began to try and place him. Eventually, he came up with a blank.

"Well who have we here?" he asked smoothly.

[Hansy]

^{Hansy looked over Zexion as he turned to address him. This guy, is he from the Organization? He's wearing one of their cloaks but, then again, so am I... Hansy thought to himself. A bead of sweat dripping across his cheek. Hansy observed the man, a scheming voice, a cold face, he certainly seemed ominous, but by his question, it seemed Zexion didn't recognize him. It was a good thing Hansy's hood was up. After a few moments of silence, Hansy finally spoke. "W-What is this place?" he said timidly, on guard, in case he was from the Organization.}

[Naminé /admin/]

Zexion frowned, wondering if this individual was deaf. After all, he had clearly asked him his name...perhaps the question had seemed rhetorical. After a moment, a sigh escaped Zexion's lips and he looked at the room around him. "This," he began, "is the room that contains the proof of our existence. Our being the members of the Organization. Thus, it is called Proof of Existence. Now then, who are you?" The question was slightly agitated, as was the answer, and Zexion found himself closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. It felt good to be abel to feel one's lungs filling with lifegiving oxygen and then deflating as they filtered carbon dioxide into the air.

/*doing science hw*/

[Hansy]

<sup>(You forgot to explain the diaphragm!)

Hansy disregarded Zexion's question a second time, and only gave him time to ask it due to his suprise at Zexion's answer. "You're from the Organization?" he blurted out, taking a step forward. It was again, lucky, Hansy has his hood up. After all, Zexion, likely, was as involved as everyone else in taking Hansy's memories, so it might have been awkward if he knew it was the same boy standing on the other side of the room.</sup>

[Naminé /admin/]

[The whatahoosa? The gravestone thigns?]

Zexion's frown deepened as he realized he was truly being ignored. This irked him and he narrowed his eyes. "I do believe I asked you a question," he said coolly, not showing any sign of irratation. "And what does it matter if I'm from the Organization or not?" She crossed his arms over his chest, fixing Hansy with a cold stare.

[Hansy]

<sup>(Well, when you were talking really specifically about his breathing, I thought you might be doing hw on the respiratory system. Then, the diaphragm would be the thing in your chest that forces the air out of lungs and retracts to allow air back in.)

Hansy was caught by suprise for a moment. Zexion barely reacted at all. It didn't matter if he was in the Organization?! Of course it mattered. They!, they...Well, he didn't really know that much about the Organization. Only by the way Naminé reacted when she saw him, he presumed they couldn't be good. It seemed however, if he wanted information, he would have to reveal his identity to this cold fellow.

"Hansy..." he said quietly, taking another step forward to have a better look at Zexion.</sup>

[Axel]

Suddenly a dark portal appeared over the Number 8 Gravestone. The weapon on the floor was glowing blue showing that they still existed, or did they. Nobodies never did exist but now they had all been brought back maybe they did, it wasn't for them to decide. Out of the portal walked a tall and thin person with the hood of his cloak up over his head. Looking around for a few seconds then noticing two people the figure took off his hood, revealing his long crimson hair.

It was none other than Axel, the Flurry of Dancing Flames. He didn't make the title up it was Xemnas who did and he didn't seem to be here at the moment. The castle had long been abandoned for a long time but more people seemed to be coming back to it more and more. Axel walked 3 steps towards Zexion and then spoke to him in a friendly voice.

"Hey Zex. How long have you been here"

[Naminé /admin/]

[Yeah, but we're studying gasses and how they change and stuff]

Zexion closed his eyes once more, taking another deep breath. Wonderful, he thought, [/i]Axel is here.[/i] He disregarded the friendly tone–it meant next to nothing to him–and turned his gaze uthingy the redhead. "Not very long, Axel," he replied. He thhen returned his attention to Hansy. "So, Hansy, why does it matter wether or not I'm in the Organization, hmm?" He had asked it before and he'd ask it again until he got an answer. He gave the hole in the ground next to him a glare that could have frozen hell over.

[Hansy]

^{"I don't know..." Hansy said somewhat bizzarely. Knowing that both he and Zexion knew he didn't really have an answer or a reason. However, he was still confident there 'was' a reason. Hansy glanced at the other man who had just come in, flaming red hair, a much tighter robe. Lean and tall, with a stylish smirk to boot. Is he from the Organization also? Hansy wondered, looking over Axel as he had Zexion.}

[Axel]

Axel was used to Zexions cold one, he always thought to himself that he was being friendly so he took it that way. He also looked this other person up and down as if examining. He was wearing a cloak like Zexion and himself, but he wasn't in the order.

"Hey, your not in the order are you?"

[Hansy]

^{"No, i'm not..." Hansy responded. Looking back and forth from Zexion to Axel. They were both in the Organization most likely. How many more were there, 1, 2, and army? No, there would be people everywhere if there was an army, and somone might have tried to stop him from coming in by now, this was all coincidence so far.}

[Naminé /admin/]

[ sorry if cloak isn't the right word – i can't think of it ]

"Yet you dress in our attire," Zexion cut in, nodding to Hansy's cloak. He blinked, waiting for a defense on Hansy's part. Suddenly, he found himself speaking to Hansy, his voice cool and collected. "Are you, by any chance, a Nobody? Or do you possess a heart?" If he was, indeed, a Nobody, Zexion would not know what to think. The same went for the scenario that had the outcome of Hansy having a heart.

[Hansy]

^{"What, I don't know? What are you talking about?" Hansy responded. Did he have a heart, well, he wasn't a heartless, but, was he one of these 'nobodys'. No one ever told him, how could he know. He thought about it for a moment, but couldn't decide. Whichever he was, he was himself, he didn't know what he would feel like if he was the other, so he couldn't differentiate, and couldn't tell.}