Ruler of the Sea
The Emperor's call may as well have been music to the Nobody's ear. As soon as Michael's voice disappeared, he practically dropped the cleaning tools on the spot. Even Toxsac wouldn't dare defy a pardon from the Emperor. Seth chuckled to himself as he exited the bathroom. Now more relaxed than ever, he figured the next thing he should be doing was wait for the others to get back. That suited him just fine, the less effort needed on his part the better.
Seth first made his way to the Lounge Room. Sure, everyone had their personal quarters and whatnot, but this was essentially a break room meant specifically for when the crew needed to unwind. There were lounge chairs, a couple of tables for eating or snacking as well as a few designed for cards and other games of chance. In fact, a couple of the Moogle crew-members were on their break and looked like they were playing Liar's Dice. Seth raised his hand to speak, but the Moogle's quickly shot him a dirty look that told him all he needed to know. He'd played with this group before and - due to his lack of a Heart - proved unbeatable, as if having no Heart gave him an actual advantage over the others. In their defense, it actually kind of did.
Seth shrugged, and decided to unwind on a couch. He grabbed a drink from the mini-fridge first, however, and only then did he sprawl out on the couch so he could pop it open and take his first ice cold sip, "Ah..." he instinctively said with a satisfied tone. It was the first real relaxation he had since coming to this Earth. Right from the start, he'd been dragged to the Keyhole and then threatened by the Old Man, then dragged into battle against Heartless with everyone else and spent the rest of the time since scrubbing bathrooms. An honest-to-god break felt really great.
"Y'know, I ain't seen you do a lick of training since we set out from Renovation, kupo..." said one of the Moogles, glancing in Seth's direction. It was no secret that most Moogles tended not to like him. They didn't like anyone who was a Nobody, "...shouldn't you be using this chance to catch up on that?" at this other Moogles gave glances of agreement. They didn't want Seth here. That much was clear. Seth did what he usually did when confronted by anyone: he shrugged.
"Fine... fine..." he muttered, standing up, "I can tell when I'm not wanted. Enjoy the game." he was just about to be out of the room, when he shouted back, "Six fours by way. You're all liars!" the Moogles all checked their dice and collectively groaned in frustration, their game ruined would now need to be restarted thanks to the Nobody.
"...and you wonder why we won't let you play, kupo?" Seth heard one of them shout back faintly. He grinned, feeling satisfied that he'd gotten at least a tiny little payback for their treatment of him. He did however decide to take up the Moogles on their suggestion and made his way to the ship's holodeck. Well it was actually called the Simulator Room but Seth repeatedly kept calling it the holodeck - much to some of the others' chagrin - because frankly that's exactly what it was. It could simulate any environment, the only difference was that most of others were using it to create training scenarios. Now it was Seth's turn.
He started up a program for a desert area, set to the twilight hours. No particular reason - he could conjure sand anywhere after all - he just decided this particular field looked prettier than others. Although to anyone who saw it they'd just think it was desolate like any desert, so Seth's definition of "pretty" was likely very different than most others'. Coming in here alone wasn't exactly the brightest idea, after all one usually needed a sparring partner or a spotter at the very least. Well, Seth had an idea for getting around that. He lightly stomped the ground and a human-sized pillar of sand shot up, he then used very swift slicing motions with his right hand until the pillar was carved into an exact sculpture of himself, "Let's see what happens if give you the ability to move..." he touched the sculpture's forehead and injected a little of his Darkness into it before taking a few steps back.
The sculpture appeared to shiver a moment, then was was still as a statue. Then, all too suddenly, it shot a gaze at Seth, "It... is... alive!" quipped Seth in a joking tone, having just realized that he kind of reenacted Frankenstein. The sculpture - or Sand Golem rather - lurched forward before suddenly going into a full sprint in Seth's direction. It could move exactly like him, right down to mimicking his superhuman speed and agility. It leaped at Seth and tried to use add momentum to his punch using gravity. Thankfully Seth matched the Golem for speed and dodged the attack easily. The Golem's fist hit the ground and kicked up an absurd amount of sand and dust, even leaving behind a bit of an impact crater where it struck.
"Whoops... looks like it can hit as hard as me too..." Seth said, noting the Golem's apparent ability to use the Fist of Destruction, "Might not have thought this completely through..." he wasn't worried, though, far from it in fact. Instead he grinned his usual grin and cracked his neck and knuckles some. It was time for a little brawl.
The Golem went on the attack again, still trying to lay into Seth with the Fist of Destruction. The Nobody started quickly dashing backwards to keep out of its reach, also throwing up sand obstacles along the way. The Sand Golem smashed right through them, but notably did not manipulate them at all. Evidently its abilities were limited to that of the physical. No spells, sand, or Corridors, but even just the Fist of Destruction on its own was still a force to be reckoned with. Deciding he was finished with experimenting, Seth started fighting back. It didn't take him long to reduce the Golem to dust, the Nobody reabsorbing the Darkness he'd injected into it.
"Hmm... not quite enough..." Seth said to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before grinning real wide to himself. He just had another idea, possibly worse the first one. The next person who walked into the Simulator Room would catch a rather interesting site. Seth... surrounded on all sides by no less than five Sand Golems, each one looking and moving exactly like him. Each and every one of them out for his blood from the look of it. Of course, the Nobody himself would be just be laughing it up, as if playing a rousing game of Russian Roulette.
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