Gregory
*The Mountain materializes in front of the Old Mansion in a mess of thorns. He feels... Empty.*

*The emptiness is conducive to quiet, which should be nice, but it doesn't feel good. It doesn't feel bad, either.*

*He also finds himself unable to be upset or pleased at his newfound emptiness. He doesn't care.*

*He tries formulating an action plan, then realizes he doesn't particularly care about the Kingdom.*

*That's a defect. He can't return to the Kingdom in that state. It could reduce his ability to perform his duties.*

*Finally, he's found one thing he does somewhat care about. Success. He holds onto that, and begins restructuring his thoughts around it.*

*In order to successfully perform his duties, he must be able to care about them. As such, he must find a cure for this ailment.*

*After he becomes cured, he can return to the Kingdom in order to successfully perform his duties.*

*In the meantime... He realizes, with a lack of enthusiasm, that gardening and tea are no longer desirable to him. That simply means that in the meantime, the only thing remaining to him is training, for the extrinsic reward of enhancing his capacity to succeed in his duties.*

*In order to train and seek a cure for his ailment, he needs shelter from rain, food, and water. This lordship looks abandoned. It will make a suitable shelter.*

*He tries the door.*
James
As Myxnoatan tried the door, he would find that it was unlocked oddly enough. He'd also find the area itself was oddly serene, like there was never a hint of Heartless or other monsters ever being able to enter this place. Should he choose to enter the mansion, Mynxoatan would see that it was like night and day. On the inside everything looked refurbished to the point it didn't look like anyone was living there. From the farthest door there, there was a flickering blue light...
Gregory
*He enters the door, then sees the blue flickering light. Perhaps it was an alchemist's fire? An alchemist may be able to aid with his ailment. He walks towards the light.*
James
*Once Mynxoatan entered the room, he immediately could tell that it was no alchemist's fire, but the blue glow of several computer screens, high tech ones at that. The moniters would show various areas of Twilight Town, the train station, sandlot market street, etc. Most populated places throughout the town. On the monitor that showed the front of the Mansion, it appeared that a man of sorts was approaching the door about to head inside...*
Gregory
*No alchemist. He stares in wonder at the monitors. But likely a wizard or witch. Maybe they could still help him somehow.*

*He notices the front of the mansion depicted, then the rest of the areas, and quickly realizes what he's looking at. These are rectangular crystal balls. Whoever controls this place has need of this many crystal balls.*

*While that lends credence to the possibility that they're a wizard or witch, it's also concerning. What could they possibly be doing with this many crystal balls? Usually, in the stories, one is enough of a sign of villainy. This person has half a dozen.*

*He sees a figure headed towards the front door. That must be the wizard or witch. He exits from where he came to go greet them.*
Frances
"It appeared a rat has entered the cat's den..." 

As Myxnoatan went to meet the 'wizard' in question, he would see a man covered in bandages and a purple kimono. He stared at the Nobody in front of him, seeing it was different than the others he had been cutting down that came nearby and decided to inquire this one. 

"Can you speak? You may be of a modicum of use if you can."
Gregory
*Myxnoatan raises his shield in front of him, eyeing the sword cautiously.*

"Pardon my intrusion, wizard. I mean you no disrespect. I suffer a magical ailment, and I seek a cure."
Frances
"So you are more intelligent than the others..." 

The man would say with a small laugh, he decided to humor this one and ask another question. 

"Then what is ailing you? Is it a cure for that empty feeling in you?"
Gregory
"It is."

*The wizard is indeed a wizard, to have known his condition so easily. He searches himself for hope, only to find anticipation at most.*

"I cannot perform my duties in this state, for I cannot care enough to perform them well. I seek your guidance."
Frances
"I see... Then there is only one cure for it." 

Irapx would say and life his blade off his shoulder. It soon combust into scarlet flames, burning away until his blades true from was released. 

"For I've been curing this affliction for awhile... Call it my specialty." 

With that, he began walking closer to Myxnoatan, taking his time with each step he took.
Gregory
*The Mountain begins walking forward slowly, his shield and guard both raised.*

"I'm afraid I cannot accept your cure, wizard. I will allow you live, should you allow me to leave."

*Unable to find pleasure in killing, he offers the wizard a mutually beneficial truce. None have outlasted him by means other than flight from battle.*
Frances
"*You* Allow me to live? Such an... Interesting proposition..." 

Irapx would say and stab his Keyblade into the ground, leaning against it. 

"Then I shall offer you another proposition. If you can damage me I will humor this option... Otherwise I shall cut you down to deliver you from your suffering of emotionlessness."
Gregory
"I will not succumb your tricks, wizard." *He keeps his guard raised and continues walking.* "Face me or turn away."
Frances
"Very well... I shall disprove any tricks and finish you with one swing." 

He replied and took his Keyblade and rested it ontop of his shoulder, waiting he was in range to strike, going for a horizontal slash to try and cut Myxnoatan down. 

`Strength: 144`
Gregory
*Guarding against the attack with all his strength, the force reverbrates through his shield and into his spine. The extent to which he's outmatched dawns on him. He can't take many more hits like this. For the first time since he fell to the shadowy creatures, he properly feels something: Fear for his life.*

*Nonetheless, he only winces before returning with a heavy slash from the blade of Empiricism, followed by a slam from the shield's front. If he gives up his discipline, the fight will only end sooner.*

*Block 3: 72*
*Armor: 50 -0*
*HP: 175 -153*
*AP: 150 -115*

*Slash damage: 24*
*Slam damage: 24*

*The electricity courses through the Mountain. Surprisingly, while he drops his shield from the shock, his facial expression remains unchanged. Thorns of nothingness begin pouring out of him as he knees buckle.*

*He catches himself, falling into a kneel. Calmly, he bends to the left, slowly picks up his shield, and swings forward one last time.*

*The shield phases through his left arm right as he begins his swing, and by the time his arm reaches his opponent, it bursts into thorny ribbons, swirling inside out. The dissolving quickly spreads throughout the rest of his body.*

*He only squints as he dissolves into nothing, retaining consciousness the whole way through.*

*HP 153 -0*
Frances
"You should have fully died, not remain walking as a zombie devoid of purpose..." 

Irapx would say and watch as Myxnoatan fall to his knees after the taking the blast. He didn't bother to move as the weaker Nobody tried to futily swing at him, it wasn't like the attack would reach him. 

"By chance... If you meet a tall woman with silver hair in your next life, tell her that she and her whole group is next... None of them have the right to exist..." 

With that he would swing his Keyblade, sealing it back into the shape of an ordinary looking katana and make his way back further into the Old Mansion.
James
*As for Myxnoatan, the color would begin to fade from the world as his consciousness did. But something held on and he didn't fade from this world, finding himself now atthe base of  .