Larxene

Who: Larxene, Marluxia
When: Time period after Larxene becomes a Nobody
What: A series of notes keeping track of things.

( Results vary )

Larxene sighed, letting the reports gathered through the day filter and click in her head. It could be distracting, information, so she always tried for stillness as the day drew to a close. She was sitting neatly tucked on her window ledge, her austere room barely lit with a few flickering candles.

It was enough light though, far more than enough. The dancing flames licked along a single rose in a cut crystal vase. It was set square and alone on the only table in her room, delicately pink slashed in red. Blood to make the grass grow after all...

...a gentle reminder, no doubt delivered when she was away. She had forgotten her reports in the few days she'd been away from Castle Oblivion. Or maybe it had been a week. She wasn't always the best with time. Time and past for a report then.

A few limber stretches, then she was folded neatly on her knees at the table, pen and paper in her hand.

Marluxia,

Apologies for the delay, I have been reestablishing myself here, a process that provided far too many distractions. If the news has not already reached you, we are now an Organization of XIII, our newest member being a young boy. He seems to have suffered damage in the transition, understandable in one so young, and remembers almost nothing, making him useless for our research. Should anything interesting come of him, you will be the first to know.

There has yet to be a meeting, so I have been unable to advance your request for further assistance at the Castle, nor have I been able to corner Xemnas to discuss it privately. I did manage to spend a length of time with Xigbar though, the results of which you are no doubt finding distraction in. He is an amiable sort, and no doubt would be willing to contribute to your recordings, should you send blank crystals. He may also find some amusement in your other proposed endeavors, should our research progress to that point.

As for outside news, there is little of import to impart. Worlds are dying, heartless numbers are increasing, and greater numbers of displaced people are arriving in both Twilight Town and Traverse Town. The greatest amusement to date was the killer.

I do hope you enjoyed the ribbons used in delivery.

XII: Larxene

The results signed and sealed, she tapped the envelope against her chin a moment before shrugging. Some things...

...some things just didn't need to be known just yet.