From the Diary of Xahssa, I

I finally got onto this infernal thing. Maxsodin showed me this one blog she created earlier. I was surprised. Maxsodin, who barely knows how to operate the Organization's toaster, managed to set up a website without setting herself on fire. I'm proud of her.

And (as I'm last to find out), we have a new member. VI. I like her. She's nice, and rather funny. However, in terms of superiority, I'm furious that Nexan has the nerve to say that she's the second in command. Um, hello? Number II, here. It's infuriating. Superior better clear things, because VI is questioning my rather unquestionable placement in the organization.

But aside from that, I don't really care much about VI. So long as she avoids me when I'm in one of my... Moods, we'll get along just fine. Braxyd should remember that he's to avoid me and my room, but of course, he has to go and pull the pickle stunt. I knew about that even before he did it, because Maxsodin is such a lovely friend. He should find something more creative to do if he's going to harass me. I'd respect him so much more if he left me alone and we only discussed Organization buisness.

Something is still lingering in the back of my mind, about a conversation he and I had earlier concerning the Organization. A Keyblade? In the hands of Maxsodin? It would be rather dangerous to have one in her hands. Sure, she isn't the brightest member, but she's probably more dangerous. She's... unstable, almost. Cheerful on the outside, but brooding and dark on the inside. It doesn't so much scare me as it does intrigue me. Why her, of all people?

II