Luxord was tired but enthusiastic, it had been a very long time since contact from the Organization had reached him. Having been lost in the World of Darkness for so long and finally returning, the Castle that Never was, shined at him. Checking himself revealed his cloak was torn in various places, across his chest were claw marks.
Walking with barely enough strength to keep upright, Luxord looked up and noticed something pink up near the top of the castle. Couldn't be anyone else but Marluxia, back from...wherever it was he was at. Chuckling to himself Luxord realized his vocabulary was off. Opening a portal, Luxord went to him.
Exiting, he walked a few steps towards him then studied the figure before him, still the same ol Marluxia, though he looked much better than Luxord did.