Vexen looked at the gigantic hole in the wall, the ends of the remains of the last few blackened wires fizzing pathetically, the former table of delicate glass instruments and containers- now a gigantic pile of glass all fused together- and all he could do was whimper. Oops. (And Ukali, I don't even want to THINK about what would've happened with methane, if that was what kerosene did :p ) Even the phials that held the Organization's hairs had melted down into twelve connected puddles of molten glass. Not to mention what had happened to the Organization's hair... I'm cool, I will not cry. I'm cool, I will not cry. I'm cool, I will not cry- Next thing he knew, Vexen was sobbing like a fifteen-year-old with emotional problems.
Vexen moved swiftly away from Xigbar, as quickly as he could avoiding his sparkling glass instruments with Marluxia's bulkier body. He was also massaging his windpipe as he pointed at Xigbar. "Get that THING out of here!" he screeched. Kingdom Hearts, I am really getting him back for this... "Get that drunken maniac out of here before he spills something and-" *****. His forceful gesturing knocked a flask of kerosene to the ground, where it began to spread in a lightly colored puddle. "Uh-oh." (For all those who don't have a clue what I'm talking about, kerosene is a flammable fuel oil often used to starting fires. As Vexen says, "Drunken maniac," it's your turn!)
I know it doesn't matter much anymore, but it's just an interesting thing to consider. However, there is also the point that Sora discovered his ability to wield the Keyblade before the creation of his Nobody, while Kairi didn't find hers until afterwards (or rather, Riku found it for her). So maybe it doesn't count.
Vexen scrabbled for his notebook, which was three feet away from his fingertips. "Oxygen- essential- to- survival!" he gasped, trying to breathe with Xigbar(Axel) holding him in a position he deemed very similar to a headlock. By Kingdom Hearts, get him out of here before he breaks all my precious phials and flasks! And get him away from ME! he thought desperately. There's enough sleeping potion in here alone to put a horde of rampaging Darksides to sleep, let alone the hydrochloric acid... Not to mention what was flammable, and considering what Vexen knew usually happened when Axel was saturated as a sponge with drink... well, let's just say Xigbar would be a hundred times worse. "Number Two-!" he coughed instead. "It'd be nice if you could let go-" He tried to make a burst of ice needles bury themselves in Xigbar's palm, but got a shower of pleasantly scented rose petals instead. Great. "Anyone... a little help?"
My theory is that Kairi's power as the princess of heart got transferred into Naminé, but in a different way... in her power to mess around with Sora's and his friends' hearts. Also, another question: since Sora was a Keyblade wielder, Roxas received that ability. So because Kairi is a Keyblade wielder, would Naminé also receive the transfer?
The sound of Number Six's voice made Vexen jerk his head up, jolted out of concentration. Half annoyed, half curious, he listened to Saix's little announcement, and immediately blanched once he entailed Xigbar's adventures in Axel. The cure wouldn't work if one of their own was dead. Which, if Xigbar continued his absolutely moronic trend, would be the result. Vexen looked down at his hastily scribbled notes and hypothesizing. He had been in a rush, desperate to get it all finished before any possible backlash and before a certain Number Two got Number Eight's body in a shape unbefitting for further habitation. Already he had gotten two ingredients down: dust from the machine's explosion and hair samples from every Organization member except Larxene. Might as well give Number One and Number Seven something to do, instead of lazing about making me nervous. "Here," he said, pushing twelve phials into Demyx's hands and a flask into Zexion's. "I want you to pluck one hair from everyone's head in any way possible, O Superior. Number Seven, I want you to gather dust from that explosion, off the floor and any residue left over on anyone's coat. Contact will make the dust unable to be used. You'll have to collect it..." He grinned spitefully, "by blowing as hard as you can." He turned back to his notebook. "That's all I've got for now. Have a party."
Vexen found a period for his sentence and returned to thinking, absently scratching Marluxia's chin with the tip of his quill. It would take days... maybe weeks, maybe, to completely assess the problem and find a cure for his little bumble. Better than any other scientist, at least, who would take months or even years. At least it wouldn't be his body that would be wrecked apart once Saix- now Zexion- went berserk with impatience. Where were the others? He sorely needed them to completely figure out the problem with a variety of highly painful and uncomfortable tests and examinations. As far as he knew, most of them were about causing mischief in their new forms. Just wait until we feel the backlash that's sure to result from this explosion... Vexen thought. And Xigbar... I don't even want to THINK about what he must be doing in Axel's body. He supposed he couldn't blame the one-eyed, scarred Xigbar for making the most of this change, but after all, it would be Axel feeling the hangover once they all switched back, and not him. A perfect example of "Ooh... he'll feel that tomorrow..." (ooc://Sorry for most of the useless posts, but I'm trying to see how I can turn all these occurences to my advantage. I'm kinda scared to make Vexen COMPLETELY nutty- even if he already is.)
You know you're obsessed with KH when you purchase extra software to watch the new KH:FM+ trailer on your computer (I wish).
Vexen heard muffled shouting and, armed with paper, pencil, and a ridiculously pink scythe, went to investigate, hoping to add more notes. This is turning out to be a magnificently intriguing experiment, he thought, always the scientist. Much more fascinating than any heart-machine would've been... but I'd still like a heart. Peeking around the corner, he found Axel in some sort of black straitjacket (he wished), Larxene struggling to hide an evilly sadistic grin, Lexaeus skulking about with a camera (How in the Worlds did he ever get the munny to buy THAT?), Zexion with a questioning expression, and Xigbar looking both indignant and furious at the same time. How odd. All the same, he could only guess that they, too, had switched bodies... all except Larxene. Or, at least, he dearly hoped so, because he knew that if Larxene had switched bodies she would've left his remains to be swept up into a matchbox by Zexion, who monitered the Castle chores. Only one person would be so incredibly stupid to flirt with Larxene and bore that absolutely moronic expression: as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a very heavy metal object. Xigbar=Axel.
Vexen rubbed his neck and gasped for air once Saix, in the guise of Zexion, had swooped off like some overgrown bat to do who knows what. Again, he scowled at the sight of Marluxia's arm attached to him. But there was no time to linger over little problems such as that. Better to figure out what was wrong, how to fix it, and what items he needed to do that. And figure out who was in whose body so that he would know who to avoid... Vexen dug in Marluxia's pockets. No paper and pencil? He muttered a word totally unbefitting his age and went off to his room in a huff to fetch his lab report and pencil. He began to write down notes immediately, as all good scientists should. Saix=Zexion. First thing on his list.
(Yech. Xigbar needs to tone it down. ) Vexen took several deep breaths. This was one of the times when he heartily liked his shield, even if it was heavy, unwieldy, and totally unbeneficial to his uber-cool science kit. Such a shield usually prevented this sort of abuse. Plus, he absolutely detested Marluxia, the one who had NO RESPECT FOR HIS ELDERS, didn't even GREET PEOPLE PROPERLY, and had girly hair (ooc://not that he could talk... :D ). He detested Marluxia's happy little pink flower garden, too, filled with absolutely sickeningly beautiful roses and sakura trees. And his stupid messy hair. And his silly scythe. And his pathetic little flower element, which was completely girly as far as he was concerned. Being in his archenemy's body just about made him want to throw up- but being a scientist, he hated mess. First chance I get, I'm going to go to his room and COMB HIS HAIR. "Number Si- Seven," Vexen said, calmly as possible, attempting to ignore that fact that being in Number Eleven's body, he was no longer of higher rank and technically not even of older age. "Please, release my coat front or..." He struggled to think of a really good threat. "...or feel the wrath of my TERRIFYING FLOWER PETALS OF DOOM!"
(ooc:// Gee, guys, lighten up! Poor Number Four just woke up and you're all abusing him...) bic:// Vexen resisted the urge to shout in indignation as he was abruptly manhandled and spoken to in a manner not-at-all befitting his station. For some reason, Zexion was shaking him by the front of his coat and others were... well... let's just say they weren't exactly RESPECTING THEIR ELDERS (and how does a little shortie like Number Six expect to lift someone like Number Eleven anyway? o.0). Wincing, Vexen rubbed his arm— wait a minute, no... MARLUXIA'S arm where Demyx's sharp elbow had jabbed into it. Ouch. He had to admit he was behaving remarkably calm for such a calamity. But he was cold as ice, and besides, he was used to his experiments backfiring. This wasn't nearly as bad as the last time... last time he had ended up with a replica that had turned the former Number XIII into — Never mind that. Now just to figure out how to get Number Six off him.
As soon as Vexen began coming around, he knew something was very, very wrong. But on second thought, everything seemed perfectly typical. Xigbar was yelling something about someone having removed an eye. Absolutely normal. Someone was shouting incoherently and using incredibly inappropriate words. Absolutely normal. Zexion was raging in an incredibly berserk manner... absolutely norm— wait a minute. Zexion? The most domestic and noncombative one of all thirteen members (to all Number Six fans, sorry for the snub... but for Kingdom Heart's sake, he uses a BOOK as a weapon...)? Now that was odd. Vexen opened his eyes, had time to glimpse the dense, uncombed growth of brown-pink hair around his face... and ducked just in time as chakrams came whistling over his head.
I've been following the chat so far and I've noticed none of you are willing to play the scapegoat Vexen. So... I'll take that job. I'm looking forward to... DESTROYING VEXEN'S REPUTATION (even further).
Same here...
You know you're obsessed with KH when... ...every time you see scuff marks on the floor, you urge all your friends to jump together around it. ...you run maniacally down long, winding roads for no apparent reason. ...you try jumping into the ocean with all your clothes on. ...you get a special aversion to blond-haired girls wearing black and carrying scissors. (Believe it or not, I died LOTS on Larxene in KH:CoM). ...you mutter curses to Xaldin whenever the wind blows particularly strongly. ...you wear giant dorky yellow shoes to school. ...you name your new brown kitten Sora. ...(continued from last one) you give your new brown kitten Sora a toy carved like a Keyblade. ...y o u s l o w d o w n y o u r s p e e c h k i n d a l i k e X e m n a s. ...you meet up with your arch-nemesis, say, "And here I thought we could be friends..." ...you pick a lot of flowers, strip them of their petals, and then scatter those petals whenever you pull off your hood. ...you suggest that your family start celebrating Lunar New Year... a night on which you can observe and appraise the moon in all its power... (that's me!) ...you compare every other video game to KH. ...you carry a stick/struggle bat/wooden sword at all times. ...you own a collection of blue marbles that you call 'Roxas's Stuff.' ...you spell "money" wrong ("munny") on all your spelling tests, checks, and/or envelopes. You're asked why you spell as well as Winnie the Pooh. ...you mistakenly call your father "Superior." ...you number off your siblings and call them Number One and Number Three for the rest of their lives. ...you can't resist adding a heart as the background of your latest art project. ...you go up to the nearest costumed "Princess" at Disneyland and say, "Purest of all hearts, help me open the DOOR TO DARKNESS!" ...(continued from last one) or, similarly, you run up to a costumed Mickey and shout, "Hey, Your Majesty! Show me your golden Keyblade!" ...you start wearing your father's cologne in hopes you'll "smell" the same. ...you read the word "vexed" as "Vexen" and "soar" as "Sora."
