So. Biscuits was dead. DEAD. It was generally her fault. She took full responsibility of it, too. Not only that, but she was generally not happy that the guy who'd saved her life three times at LEAST, was dead.

One could expect that, when somebody looses someone that important, they storm in angrily into a place just to attract attention. Rose didn't. She was absolutely silent. About as silent as Jet was now. She shut the door so quietly that it was surprising anybody heard her at all. But the gentle shutting echoed down the endless halls of the shadowy library. Arianne took a little time to reflect on the fact that she, at long last, was standing in the solemn abode of Zexion. She'd hardly seen the man, let alone step foot inside Castle Oblivion. But here she was. She'd have visited with a much better mood if not for the circumstance.

Her face was pale. She accepted that. It came with the shock of almost telling someone that you loved them, and then watching them get killed my a D class Demon in front of you. Not exactly the best way to end a relationship that never began, but at least she knew he loved her.

Zexion knew how to bring people from the dead. He'd done it with Morpheus. But he was gone. Trickster had died, and come back, several times. But he was dead too. Biscuits had saved her, but in obviousness, he too was indisposed at the moment. There had to be something in here that may possibly, in some way, assist her. For reasons she kept to herself, she needed Biscuits.

A prinny slave went to get her cloak, raven black, and offered to take the fluttering crimson scarf wrapped around her neck, but in earnest, she refused. She wasn't going to let go of the two things she had left of Jet; her life and this scarf. Both of them were rather valuable to her.
She passed a gloved hand through her oaken locks, and looked around. The place was empty. Arianne could have guessed otherwise. But she called for her friend anyway.

"Lenneth? Oh Lenneth! It's me, Pinky....dear friend, I need your help, if you're about....it's important, it's....Jet."
Tears clogged her throat. Rose's voice refused to say anything else. Her heart was weeping, and aching so terribly she didn't think she'd have the energy to cry. Tears only brimmed her eyes, but didn't pass. She wasn't going to cry. She'd cried when Xemnas had killed Jeremi and her daughter. But Jet had told her that she mustn't. So, she simply hadn't. But it was hard not to. Very hard. Almost painful. It felt disrespectful to not to.

She breathed in deeply. The scent, though faint, of Zexion was still there, lingering in his books. Rose clicked her tounge. She thought for a long, long time. Zexion must have kept his important stuff someplace. It wouldn't be easy to find without Lenneth. She didn't mind the wait. Arianne really would preffer waiting as opposed to asking Morpheus Zero. He'd stab her on the spot had he the chance. Thankfully, she never gave him that.

"Lenneth?" Her voice had steadied. "Lenneth, please. This is serious."
Her foot was not as patient as she. It tapped on the marble with vigorous annoyance. The clicking sounded through the corridors. Tap tap tap tap tap....tap tap tap tap....

The lone darkness silent and remaining that wonderful silence until the arrival of a certain young miss with the wrath of sorrow behind her lashes and cries. It had only been a short while but the La Vaeas sensed the absence of a great power belong to a cherished memory. It was a shocking sensation that someone so powerfully as this would fall prey to a mere flickering fate’s twist, there was not even that much of a struggle rather an overwhelming disturbance in the unnaturally flow of creation, sensitive only to those well versed in such arts of those that re-wrote the laws of physical matter. Honestly a death would have been a little more simply to accept even if it was sir jet which Lenneth would have cried his heart out for the fallen comrade. But this was different…much different then a simply life being stuffed out like a candle light, it was most difficult to comprehend even just to explain the whole thing to himself let alone try to pin it down with logic. It was…as if he was still alive and yet not existing more exact his heart had not shatter back into darkness and still in some way lingering in his original form though not in this plane of existence. The heart was truly the exception for many concepts and certainties, even so much as to pass though fate itself it appeared. Lenneth kept poundering the thoughts even as he made his way to the entrance ground level just below where he was, taking his time getting to rose by traveling on foot. At his leisure, yes he knew this would be all to cruel to the guradain of the holy waters and that she may be in need of a shoulder to rest but this was a matter best for all of them even her. Lenny already knew the reason why his friend sought after his presence this day, it was an obvious reason why a lover would seek one with powers of the lost arts, just like his teacher before him Rose sought to bring her man back to life with Lenneth’s help. It was possible for him to bring someone back from the dead now with his limitations, even if they were not the entirely same person they were and not as their top form but it was a start for the ever growing powers of the prince of heartless. The problem was it was not possible to bring someone back from the dead who was not even truly dead to begin with. It would be quite the daunting task to explain this to pinky.

But just as he walked along the halls of his castle, just before making his way past the 17th window on this floor from the second level a strange figure was shown creeping rays of the moon light that inched past the glass. A man from the looks of it, rather larger then the average human with a strange mane and stranger still no real connection to this plane. Glaring upward and into a trouble some expression he notice a feather decor of red with the structure of a wing like manner just peeking from the sights of the limb. It was such a strange shock to the La Vaeas to be caught off guard like this by a stranger, quickly his fingers reached for his duel fire arms and pointed them head on to the person in question. However so after the silk curtains blown away by the creaks of the window frame he saw the back of the whole figure of the man. And that was when his thought froze for mere second before coming back in a claimer manner. Putting his weapons back and slowly back his way towards the other guest of the night Lenneth kept his sights on this one, not aware if this man was friend or foe even if they had already met once before. “Its you, fate’s advocate and collector of human souls, Zarame if I remember correctly. What is it you seek with me?” Lenneth asked with authority and strength to match his beauty deep in those eyes of cerulean, rose would have to wait as this guest took more of a concern.

Zarame's wings closed in around him as they vanished from sight. Well it seemed someone had finally come to see him about the recent departure of a well known warrior. The bandage clad man as he gave a small smile to the friendly prince. He crossed his legs as he just simply floated in the air. He opened his mouth to speak to the prince. Of course his voice was only able to be heard by those he allowed. So at this time it was Lenneth's ears that was only able to hear him. His body resting easily off the ground as he conversed with the gentle side of this boy. As old as he looks he isn't no older than a mere child. He has moments of being a child but overall he is a growing shell so to speak. While Zarame's skinny body covered in white and black bandages and straps gave him a Sadistic look while he sounded more like a average person. Caring and loving voice. Calm and docile tone almost as if he was loving to all around him.

"That would be correct Lenneth. And of course to you Hrist who is sleeping soundly in him. As you might be able to tell from my visit. Jet Enduro has vanished from this realm of the living. His existence was erased by his own will of course this was not at all the work of me or fate. It seems he was able to tap in to his sleeping powers of a fate and change the outcome a tad bit. So because of that he actually is not fully dead. But not alive you see. It seems his body is vanished somewhere in the realms between death and living. More so we must keep this silent from the one called Pinky Rose as Jet called her. It seems he knows what will happen next. I will be around more I guess as a guardian for Jets belongings world and the one who is holding his hear. I'm sure you can feel him around. You can even smell his heart can't you. Of course but at the same time you have no clue where its at. Neither do I. It seems we are going to have to wait for him to come back after his training is completed. Jet is a strong person. Something like this wont keep him down for good. However as a warning you should keep your defenses up. The realm of Twilight Hell might be effected by this shock of him missing. Asura might go a tad crazier than normal. Just a warning friend of Jet."

Death hung around for a tad longer to make sure the small heartless lad got all the information. He was more than certain he would ask why him. Of course the answer is obvious.

"Keep this a secret between the two of us for now. Jet is being judged if he can get his body back or not. His mom isn't happy about the hiccup but she is ecstatic about the fact his powers are growing so well."

Atlas knew that Madam Rose wouldn't approve to him going along, but he wasn't worried about that at the moment, he just wanted to make sure that she was going to be alright. This world was strange to him, it had an eerie feel about it and a strange scent about the large room. There were books everywhere as far as his eyes could see. It was a truly magnificent sight, but he had to keep his mind on Pinky and her well being. He was a bit tense as he walked down the large hallway that eventually opened up into a lobby-like place with seats and tables.

"Ms. Rose...are you alright?"

He figured that Madam Rose would be somewhat upset with him for following her there, but he had made an oath to not only himself to to Pinky herself. He wasn't about to screw up his life this time...

Atlas listened as Pinky shouted out to someone named Lenneth. He figured that they were merely old friends, he had no idea of the man's true importance at this point in time. He walked up a bit closer, still gazing at all of the books and there many names. Atlas could only guess what kind of information they might contain.

As he got beside Madam Rose, he saw whom she had been talking to. Sir Atlas stepped back and tried to allow them to have the room and comfort to converse. He could still tell that Madam Rose's heart was overwhelmed which weighed heavy upon his mind.

Instead of getting involved, Atlas merely sat in one of the rather comfortable chairs and awaited for the end of their meeting or whatever they were to do.

Pinky was startled with the arrival of Atlas, but not quite upset. She was more concerned about finding Lenneth. If anybody else, he'd know where Zexion had kept the VERY IMPORTANT BOOKS. .....of course, there was the chance that Zexion had taken those books with him...and if that was the case....

Rose held back tears, fighting back with everything she had to not cry. Her fists clentched open and shut again, and she stared hard at the towering bookshelves before her.
"I....just want him back...If I could, I'd sell myself right back to the land of the dead....I'd face that Nobody Trickster and have him murder me a hundred thousand times just to...."
Her voice quavered with the sheer sorrow, but she kept her tears. Her hands went to the scarf she'd been given, and she kissed the cloth tenderly.
"Why did I have to wait so long to realize that I lo...."
Arianne stopped herself in mid sentence, remembering that people had told her she'd never love again. It was right then that Pinky realized she was only grateful....and not in love. What a silly thing to say....

But that loss....felt worse than that of Jeremi and her own daughter.
"How can that be...possible? How can I be so selfish?!"
Trying to change the subject in her own mind, she turned to the empty corridor and shouted for the Las Vaeas.
"Prince Lenneth, please! .....I....need your help...." She couldn't fully grasp the fact that Biscuits was....Perhaps Hirst was still about?
"Hirst, get your goddamned ass down here before I go looking for you, and you WON'T like when I do! If Lenneth is awake, and I'm talking to him, I'm sorry! If he's asleep Hirst, do wake him up, please?!"

Lenneth simply looked down at the explanation in signing breaths to what this master of death spoke of. He was correct of course and seemed to be just as informed as the La Vaeas was about the whole circumstance held together but events not meant to happen, it was confusing as hell and certain not something miss rose would have liked to know about even if he was allowed to tell this story. Then again there was certain relief knowing one of his friends was safe…well safe enough not actually around anymore time thing but still alive in some shape or form. He had really no other further questions to this man and rose beckoned every louder with her emotions calling and arising negative to her own darkness. Lenneth had to claim this women before she did anything she would regret, death was one thing but a women on the brink of emotional instability was hell on earth. “ Thank you for your time Sir, I’m am great full for you confirming this with me. Please take care of yourself” Lenny graciously spoke then bowed in honor before vanishing into his own darkness, storming inside then outward from sights into a distance transportation taking him to the side of the madain of the waters. His structure appearing before the two guest with a sadden heart phrase relived from his facial features, looking sorrowfully at the misses as he slowly walked towards his friend, then once reaching her putting her around in his arms and tightly bringing her to his chest while hugging her in this time of need. He remained silent not wanting to coat the sugar coat her with words like “its ok” or “its fine” since he knew she would not care about sympathy rather she wanted to remedy this rather then lighten the blow. Plus Lenneth was one that disliked lie to people close to him.

Looking down towards his female friend with a quite tone to speak with, telling her parts of the truth was better then nothing, she’ll hopefully forgive from keeping the rest to himself until the time was right. “Arianne… I know you wish the bring Jet back and I am sure that you would do anything to achieve this goal, as would it for him but know no matter how much we want to neither of us can even dream to bring back to life what is not dead…” Lenneth trailed off to allowed her to fully take that in her sorrow. This may shock rose enough to actually fully hear his words from the tears that poured down. Lenneth would tell her more once she claim down a little. The new guest he could not really pay attention to just yet as he friend needed him more then the new comer, it seemed to two of them were in some ties with pinky but until she was in a better condition he would just need to stand there and maybe acknowledge Lenny first.

Arianne blinked. "He's....not dead?"


((MEGA SHORTNESS DUE TO BATTERY DEATH.))

Lenneth nodded as he looked down at the young lass, confirmation the question he was expecting to be asked. Though it would be difficult to explain but he would do his best, she deserved at least some reassurance of sanity before she fell further into sorrow. “ By definition no Biscuit is not truly dead and yet not existing on our plane of perception, its difficult to describe but it a similar case as you being sealed in that otherworld locker. You were still with us and yet not. I Believe its the same with him as his heart still has a lingering signature to me, faint to the point of non-existent. I can’t be sure what’s going on but we all need to be strong until we can figure something out what has happened.” The La Vaeas whispered in her ear before leaning back into a neutral head’s a normal distance. “ I know its hard hun but please could you explain the details of what happened? I could only sense a massive power disappearing from its normal levels so suddenly it was shocking. I need a better understanding of what transpired with him, i’ll understand though if you need some time first, if you want you may spend the night here just to get some rest”

OOC: short i know but i had nothing to work with

To begin with Atlas was shocked when Lenneth actually appeared; though he did not show it for he continued to sit down in the chair and run his fingers along the smooth wooden table. Preparing for what might be an epic adventure, Atlas then crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the two. The things that Lenneth was speaking of were confusion and at first Atlas did not understand completely.

"Jet isn't dead? But I saw him explode...how?"

While a million thoughts rushed through his mind and not one of them came forth from his pale lips. For someone to explode, yet not be dead was beyond Sir Agnathon's realm of thinking. He attempted to grasp such a concept, but he failed epically.

Eventually Atlas stood and whipped the seat of his jacket before quietly walking over to stand beside Madam Rose. At first his eyes shifted to her and then to Master Lenneth who seemed a bit intimidating.

"Master Lenneth I presume?...I am Sir Atlas Agnathon, the name you haven't heard. I am a Nobody, yet that isn't what this meeting is about. You have spoken of the dead being undead...and my mind fails to grasp the thought of how this could be so. You say that he is not living nor with those that are deceased..."

Atlas at this point took two more steps and looked down. A true look of confusion lie on his face which was hidden by his long brown hair. He pushed his hair back away from his eyes before continuing.

"I know of only one place that such an event can take place...have you ever heard of Davy Jones' Locker? Forgive me if such legends seem somewhat childish...I just thought that it should be brought up if it held any importance what so ever..."

Atlas immediately stepped back, placing his hands behind his back he stood and gazed up at Lenneth. He had hoped that his words would help, yet he never was much use for anything, or so he had been told.

Azumi had a bad habit of appearing at the wrong times. This happened to be one of these times, for some reason, the girl had wanted to visit the Archives, hoping Hrist wasn't about, because she was going to try to find a way to get her voice back, if that were possible. As soon as the girl had entered the wide open space, she had wanted to turn around and leave, but she had heard distraught murmurs in the building and wondered what was going on.

Curiosity shone in the halfling's lavender eyes as she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and began walking toward the voice, trying to form a tale in her head to explain why she was there. Flashbacks, of course, had entered her mind, but Azumi tried to brush them off while trying to make herself colder in her disposition, in order to calm her nerves, which was never an easy task. As she neared the group of three it seemed, the girl caught the word "death" from the echoing of the room, and that made her quicken her pace, in case someone was hurt. She would try her best to heal the person, even if Hrist was there, but when she arrived, she caught the tail end of something having to do with a locker.

Azumi then noticed Lenneth and forced herself to act nonchalant, after all, she knew now that it wasn't he who had done this to her. Bowing politely to each member in the group, the half dryad wrote, "I am sorry for barging in upon you, but...I heard the mention of death and thought that someone may have been dying, so I came here to try and heal them, but it appears I have interrupted you. I'm sorry for doing so, and will leave this place right away," a strange gleam entered her eye, as though she was guessing that maybe she might be welcome to stay, "unless, of course, you need my help." As the girl finished, she tried not to show the fact that her knees were shaking or the fact that she was trying to disappear into her cloak, away from the strangers.

"No Azumi," the Guardian said, bowing her head to the new arrival, "Nobody is hurt...Jet....Biscuits....he's dead and I thought since Zexion had brought Morpheus back....there might be...something....anything that could bring him back....I'd try it...."

There was an awkward silence as she curled up into Lenneth's chest, lonely and sorrowful from loosing Jet. She soon regained complexure, though it was obvious she was trying not to cry.

"Don't you laugh," Pinky told Atlas with a finger only inches from his nose, "I was TRAPPED in that locker for months on end! It's no laughing matter," she said, quietly, "That place is somewhere even the damned should not face."

But Rose was quietly recalling what had happened in her own front yard....and stifled her own crying. It was obviously clear that the girl was grief stricken, but she tried desperately not to cry.
"It was a Greater Demon, class four if I am not mistaken....It's nailed to the tree in my front yard, kinda frozen if you wanna see it....but Jet...he just...died. I don't know how....I guess those spines just...." More tears, but she fought them back in desperation. "I've seen him take worse hits than that, how could he just die?"

For a long time, Arianne was silent, clutching Lenneth's arm like a teddy bear, and then she spoke again.
"I...need to find out where he is, Lenneth....I need to know where he is, so I can bring....him back...." Long pause. "I need him."

Lenneth looked up at the man that polite introduced himself to him, he had a sense of strength about him emitting from just his stare and with no true glimmer of the heart’s emotion. It was clear to plan sight for a heartless to see one with no heart but to find someone that open about it after meeting a stranger this was either a very honest one or one that did not yet understand the severity of such a loose tongue. Already there was some immaturity show to this new warrior, brushing off what he did no yet understand as mere fables or delusions told from story books, it was not bad sate of mind considering a fresh new person into such chaotic worlds was to be expect however if he was going to survive in such blood thirsty times then he would have to learn to accept what he did not yet fully understand. Next to appear strangely at the time was now the odd mute girl that terra had taken in as a sister of the royal line a few days back, not sure why she was here at such a time, he doubted that news of this traveled so fast as to locate the miss that was move grieved by this. So it was a mere twist of fate maybe one of bad luck on her part to be effect by this. It didn’t matter she could be of help considering nothing in Lenneth’s array of powers even came close to such healing arts. Even having a apprentice of the art would be better then nothing at all. Course then rose sent the maiden off and now rose seemed to be in more disarray trying to cover her emotions with composure. It was honourable to try and stand so strong and hold out on the tears but he wanted her later, sooner the better to just release that pent up sorrow. Then what she went up with the story concerned the La Vaeas greatly, he was already warned of the danger of the demon’s escaping to their realm of worlds to wreck havoc, also with the explanation that Zarame give still clear as a sound in the back of his mind. It seemed a little too connect for his likely, this seemed like too much of a coincidence to be happening all at the same time. Perhaps the mother love of fate had for jet was the one testing the strings of this universe’s string but such thoughts would have to come later. Removing the concern look of deep thought across his then face rose to try once more to comfort her while his need was called for as where. “ ok Rose thats enough thank you, you had best get some rest now just to regain some strength back, i’ll take you to a room before i go own my own to investigate this demon. Please take care of yourself while i’m away, lets get moving” he muttered to the water guardian while offering his hand to guied her into a spare room while turning his face towards the others then saying “ You two are also welcomed to use the realms housings as well should you so desire”

Azumi saw the sorrow in the girl's eyes as she clung to Lenneth, looking for comfort, no doubt, and then the halfling realized that her emotions were mirroring that of the girl's. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips and she wrote, "Rose, I cannot pretend to know what you're going through, but you have my deepest empathy...if you do not mind, I will help you in any way I can." She spared a glance at Lenneth and wrote, "That is, if you do not mind my presence here Lenneth." She smiled at the boy.

The girl turned back to Rose and wrote, "Even the most basic healer knows that what is dead cannot be brought back by magic, however, if his life is merely locked away in trail, then he will need healing arts sometime, because he is severely weakened at this point, it would seem. I am only suggesting my help to you, but the choice is yours."

She bowed her head again as Lenneth led the heart stricken Rose to a spare room and offered the use of spare rooms to the two of them. "Thank you, Lenneth...I'm sorry if I have disturbed anyone." Silently, the girl went her separate way to a distant spare room, about the most secluded one she could find and laid down on the bed, trembling from the fear of her shyness. As long as Lenneth stays Lenneth, he's pretty nice, but as soon as Hrist shows up, he's a completely different person...it's kind of interesting...but that's another thing that is incurable...Nii-chan...I wonder what I've gotten myself into...but I can't just ignore it now... Azumi sighed, knowing that Terra couldn't hear her thoughts, but still, it was nice to reflect upon her actions. At least I have Satsu, if I need her...

Atlas shied away once Rose scolded him. He looked at her with the utmost respect and wanted to explain so badly. He knew what Davy Jones' Locker was like...he had been there, trapped and tormented by the demonic beings from within, yet no one had ever believed him. He had been laughed at and shunned from many other towns for even the mention that such a place truly did exist. Atlas knew that the place was real and would never intentionally disrespect Madam Rose in such a manor.

"Madam Rose...I assure you, I never meant to seem as though I do not believe in that hellish place...The truth is I know what darkness lies within the Locker's reach. Most people merely think that it is a made up story that parents use to their unruly children to scare them into behaving..once again I am sorry."

Atlas Agnathon once again was met with conflicting emotions...the most conflicting thought was that he was incapable of feeling emotions which arose the distress once more and thus caused a headache to form.

He bowed to Pinky Rose and then to Lenneth, their gracious host, and then followed them down the long corridor of his mansion/palace. Atlas went to the room adjoining Pinky Rose's and walked in quietly. He turned around and looked at Lenneth once more.

"Thank you Master Lenneth..."

Atlas then turned around, closing the door silently, and walked to the balcony that lie outside of his room. He gazed up at the pale moonlight as a silent breeze began to blow, causing the tail of his jacked to rise up and dance around a bit.

He gazed out at the horizon for what seemed like an eternity. He remembered waking up on the sandy shores of this dark place. At the time Atlas was totally unaware that he would return to this place.

From further away, someone else was watching, silently. His raven hood was drawn up, his amber eyes scanning the situation carefully. Xemnas, though without heart, still remembered what bemusement was, and had a look that reflected that very emotion. His lips were drawn in a small, almost cold smile, and after a while, he began to look about his surroundings.
The Superior knew about this library...it wasn't just Zexions, as few people knew, once. Once upon a time, it belonged to him, and his Organization. It became Zexion's after he decided it was time for the Organization to spread out and cover more ground. Zexion had been put in charge of the books, alongside Vexen. Those pages were filled with all of their hard research and diligence, day by day striving for the answer to the heart...lost because of a few simple mistakes...destroyed because of two Nobodies who simply couldn't stand to be alone.

No, Xemnas hadn't forgiven Axel and Roxas for destroying the hard work of the other members, but never had he said it aloud. The Superior tried to make it look as though he'd laid all that to rest, but he knew if he ever saw that meddling redhead again....there'd be trouble. One of them wasn't going to survive, and Xemnas intended to finish his plans.

But his attention returned to the scenario which lay in front of him.
So Lord Biscuits is in danger...dead, so to say. Interesting...I suppose that meddlesome Guardian wasn't satisfied with just loosing her husband and child...I suppose I'll have to make things more difficult on her later on...after all, even the infamous Biscuits of Heart can't defeat an army.

With the footsteps of a ghost, the Superior walked into another row of books, and observed her allies closely. Lenneth, of course, was a close friend of the Guardians. He'd have attacked now if not for the fact he might do something....and Xemnas needed to be intact for his plans to be carried out.
But there were two others in the room...a girl, and surprisingly enough, another nobody.
What? A Nobody I wasn't aware of? How could this be, I keep track of all new Nobodies who arrive in this realm!

Materializing on the balcony, Xemnas walked up beside the other being and shared in looking at the scenery.
"It's beautiful, is it not? The Realm of Darkness truly holds great aspects in its landscape...despite being so dark and deserted a place."
The Superior gave him a knowing look, his eyes glistening with interest. He didn't know this Nobody existed, like he hadn't known Roxas to exist until Axel found him. That was a sign. He was special....and Xemnas had a thing for recognizing the talents in Nobodies...just like he knew Morpheus was special....just like he knew Trickster was special. While he had failed in recruiting them, he had grown to respect them....and on some rare instances, remember a little bit of what fear was like.

"I am Xemnas, the ruler of the Nobodies, and soon to be savior of my fellow heartless beings." He extended a hand to shake. "It is a pleasure to meet you....sir?"
He was waiting for a name....a name....