[.Training for the hell of it.](OPEN)

[Sora]

Xigbar knew there was always room for improvement as he set up a numerous amount of targets. His Gun Arrows, of course waiting at a mere summon for him to use. He checked the area, pleased with the way he had spread out the targets. Summoning his Gun Arrows, his singular eye narrowed as he began. Complicated twists and flips usually weren't in Xigbar's ‘to use’ mindset, but who was to say he couldn't do it? He was more than agile enough, despite his age. He smirked a bit as he focused on a particular target that looked somewhat like that kid Sora. There was no way in hell he was going to be defeated by some 15 year old punk again.

Twirling his Gun Arrows, he focused the red laser beams on the Sora-like target, and began going from portal to portal. He knew his lasers would have a hell of a time focusing, but that was the challenge, and Xigbar LOVED a challenge when it came to training. He shot the Sora-like target down, beginning to focus on the other ones, the lasers bending to the targets he set. He was having..fun so to speak.


After about an hour or so, Xigbar stopped and landed on the ground. Making his Gun Arrows disappear, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and sat down. “Nothing like a good old fashioned training session to get the blood boiling...” He stated, snickering inwardly at the irony of that. No Heart, meant No blood, it was a lame attempt at a personal joke, but Xigbar was in a bit of a serious mood for once. “..Looks like my measurements were a little off, though, I got over 90% of them...It looks like I need to improve some more...” He murmured quietly.

[Larxene]

Larxene was not in a good mood. No, not in a good mood at all. In fact, she was angrier--if possible, and if she could be angry in the first place--than usual. Why? Because she could be and because she hated the inside of the castle. While she didn’t mind the outside of it too much, she hated the inside with a passion for two reasons. One, it was where Sora and his little ‘pals’ had finally killed her, the first time. Second, she couldn’t see any storms from the inside of the white castle. It was too white, in fact. She liked yellow, and black, and generally just those two colors, maybe even grey. But no. The castle had to be white. Freaking white. Why she was in here in the first place escaped her, and, for a second, she stood still just staring at the walls until she remembered.

Marluxia. She had been looking for Marluxia. The flipping Graceful Assassin. The reason her last storm had been ruined. The one who loved this castle. The stupid flower-man. She was so angry she couldn’t even think of proper mean things to say. Oh how she wished she could find him so that she could stab him somewhere, preferably where his heart used to be. Maybe then he would realize that she was not someone who’s storms should be interrupted. Not someone who just loved to be bossed around, and that she was someone that should be feared.

Most of all, what she wanted to know, where was Demyx? Where was the shy little boy when she felt like picking on someone? Nowhere to be found, that’s where. So, sighing heavily, Larxene played with her favorite knife while searching every floor for “the one to whom she was in a relationship with” even though she still had no clue where he had gotten that from, and, instead, settled with just leaving it at that. She really didn’t want to know where, and when, he had thought of that. Somewhere among all the angry swipes at the wall and enraged cursing directed at both Sora and Marluxia, the Savage Nymph managed to hear something. “need to improve some more…”

How she had managed to hear something in the midst of a fit amazed her. However, she was curious as to who it would be. So, turning in the direction where she had heard the voice, she was slightly surprised to see Xigbar. “Well, Xiggy.” She said dramatically leaning against the wall, stabbing it slightly in the process. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”