Feels Like Home [OPEN]

He was thankful that, at least, after his reformation, he was still able to use the dark corridors as a mode of travel. He emerged through the dark rift, his body forming from what seemed like nothingness. At first glance, the portal looked nothing like a teleportation device, but instead maybe a gateway into the depths of Hell that one would never be able to backtrack through. Zexion took in a deep breath of the air, noting that it retained its familiarity. He remembered that he wasn't sent here often on missions back when the Organization was banded, though he never realized as to why such a thing may have been put into place. Perhaps Xemnas was trying to keep the ones that had been found in Radiant Garden away from their home to keep them as focused as possible? 

As his steel eyes took in the surroundings that were enclosing him, the young Nobody soon realized that it was.. Quite easy to get distracted. He was young when he had been ripped of his heart, thus making it impossible for him to have developed like any normal person. This explained his robotic-like mannerisms, and made it difficult to think of things illogically. He scanned the area carefully, taking note of different things; the facts added themselves to Lexicon to be put alongside other tidbits of information that could quite possibly prove themselves useful one of these days. 

Zexion had emerged in the midst of the marketplace, making quick work of the world within his lightning-speed thoughts. Ansem.. Would take him here. He would take Ienzo here to get an ice cream usually once per day, since it was the scientist's favorite treat. The head man that conducted the studies of the heart had taken the orphaned boy under his wing, and if Ienzo had the capabilities and understanding, he would have acted much more grateful than he was. Unfortunately, it was quite possible that.. That appreciation would never be able to get verbally executed. 

It was in the dead of night. Demyx, sleeping in the hotel room, hadn't a clue that Zexion had even left. The day had been spending the whole day trying to find the Nocturne some sort of work so they could have income of any nature; the Organization wasn't around to look after them anymore. Things weren't just.. Supplied. Zexion, surprisingly, hadn't ever really come to that realization until very recently. All of his life, he had been taken care of. It was hitting him hard that.. This was what reality was, and there was no way around it. He simply had to conform. 

He was a lone body in the center of the abandoned marketplace, the crisp, cool air lapping at the skin on his arms, neck and face. Half of it, of course, was veiled by the wall of his hair. The Nobody turned his gaze upward, seeing that the moon and starts were undisturbed by any clouds or things of the like. It was.. Comforting. 

There were few things in life that didn't change. The rare aspects of life that retained their origins.. Brought relief to this uprooted, puzzled youth. 

What interesting surroundings. There was an exaggerated, almost cartoonishly stylised feel to much of the architecture in this settlement, not least in the towers and clockwork-like facade of the gargantuan castle in whose shadow this town sat. It reminded him most readily of Alderaan, and the history of cities and territories growing around the seats of power of the planet's vaunted noble families.

After his initial scouting, Nox had deigned to retire to the Fury until evening. Under the cover of darkness, he had decided, he would conduct a more thorough investigation of the city. Now that that time had come, with his pauldrons laid flush against his upper arms and a hooded cloak donned in order to conceal his tools and the grim visage of his mask, he was finding himself drawn curiously towards that huge castle. Every time he passed through an alley or square, and caught a glimpse of the fortress' angled silhouette between the blocks of buildings, he felt a little more compelled to turn his search towards it, and see what he might learn from what must surely be the seat of this settlement's leadership.

It was on his way in the castle's direction, passing along the perimeter of a broader square near the center of the city, that he noticed that he was not alone on the streets tonight. A similarly cloaked figure stood at the center of the expanse, staring wordlessly up at the moon as if lost in melancholic thought. Better to leave him to it, Nox decided, and avoid drawing any attention.

Drawing his cloak a little tighter about himself, and silently cursing the echoing clicks of his boots upon the paving and cobblestone underfoot, he hurried along towards the next street.