The Lab

[Vexen]

"That damn Marluxia!"

The cold stones held no reply, they seemed to even eat the words thrown at them and swallowed whole the echo. A crash sounded as fist swipped failed data reports off the wooden table they rested on.

"How can I get any work done in a filty dungeon!" Blonde cascaded down his back as his head tipped toward the rustic ceiling to vent his anger and frustration on the beams since the stones had been so cold to him.

Fuming he tipped his head back down to the reports from his last experiment. Failures. All failures! A fist struck the wooden surface again and sent a few scattered instruments clanging as they bounced. Nothing was fair. Marluxia saw him as an underling and as something that just got in the way and had banished him to the basement to live among the filth, as if that would stop him. Oh no, he had plans.

A wicked grin spread across his angular features, "little do you know that I'll hold greater power than your flowery mind has even dreamed of...I just need more results...the location of this strange power is eluding even me. Oh just you watch Marluxia, I'll show you never to mess with a great scientist!" By then he had a fist raised and was talking to the ceiling again, this time it was followed by a cackle.

[Xigbar {II}]

The Second in the Order had gotten rather bored at the Castle. Seemed like everyone else had missions to do or something else to work on."I know! I'll go see how Vexen's handling those neophytes. Xemnas has been meaning to check in on their progress so I'll go do it for him."

Xigbar appears quite pleased with himself for this announcement. He forms a portal about himself and appears to where he knew Castle Oblivion to sit. "Should fire the decorator." The would be pirate Nobody muttered under his breath as he took in the surroundings. It looked to be a basement but he knew he had heard the Academic's irritated muttering. Might as well since Vexen was the highest ranked out of the six Nobodies assigned to the Castle.

"hey Vexen! How are you doing? I was rather bored and... He would pause as his single amber eye glanced around for a bit. "Where is Number XI anyway? Is he keeping to the Superior's wishes?"

[Vexen]

"Heh! Decorator...as if Marluxia would spare the concern to hire one to begin with." He frowned and kicked at some garbage on the floor as he brought himself to his feet to stand. Filth. If he could hate Marluxia more he would do it, if he could perform some experiment to give him genuine hatred he'd pay any price just to hate that man with all his being.

The one before him didn't generate any emotions, then again did he even have emotions? Sometimes he thought he might have emotions..but they were just empty shadows of what had been real feelings once upon a time. Well...they were the best he had for the time being.

"I don't keep tabs on him," he nearly snarled but kept his tone under control. "Though you're free to take a look around...pickled eggs?" He offered the small plate of pickled hard boiled eggs to the visitor.