Roxas hadn't really paid attention to the curse - he'd had good luck with curses lately, if you could call it that. But there was only one person, really, that IX could be calling.

Traitor.

His eyes narrowed, studying the details in the background. Xanadu, then. A portal flared open and he stalked away from the network machine, vanishing into the darkness.

A moment later, he reappeared in Xanadu, just barely outside attacking range of the Watery Wonder and his spheres. The space underneath his hands shimmered, and with a slight shock of light, Keyblades jumped into them.

"Nine--" he said loudly, then stopped short. His stance shifted. "Demyx."