Well, this is my first forum RP, and I'm a bit excited! :D I hope I don't screw up big time...The story, called "Figments of Your Imagination," is about how someone begins to play with Marluxia's mind. Flower Power then goes out to try and defeat whoever's doing it...Anything else would give away the plot! :) Well, here we go... Figments of Your Imagination ~~Chapter 1~~ ~~The Mindgames Begin~~ "C'mon, Marly! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!" Xaldin chuckled as he hovered across the Organization's tan fighting carpet; Marluxia got up once again after being pounded upon; scratches and bruises littered his delicate face. Growling, he readied his scythe. "Here I come, Whirlwind Lancer. Ready yourself." He flew across the mat, and took a huge swipe at Xaldin; he managed to rip a side of his cloak, and a small squirt of blood flew onto the mat. Xaldin fell onto his face, and felt a jabbing pain as Marluxia pushed the blunt end of his scythe on Xaldin's head. "Hey, hey! Cut it out! I get it, Marluxia; you can fight! Geez! Let me get up!" Xaldin struggled to his feet, but grinned; he used a lance, and flipped Marluxia's cloak; Marluxia's face turned bright red. With a laugh, Xaldin picked up his fruit punch and took a sip as he walked off. But Marluxia wasn't going to take that from anyone. He ran up to Xaldin and socked him; the Whirlwind Lancer fell to the floor, crashing with a bang. His drink spilled over the linoleum floors leading out of the sparring room. With a bark, he jumped to his feet. "What the hell was that for, you rat?!" "You know full well why?!" "WHY?!" "No one flips my cloak and gets away with it!" Xaldin's face suddenly had a blank look on it. "Flipped?...Your cloak? I did that? No way! I came over here, coughed up a little blod, then grabbed my juice. Next thing I know, you punched me! Here's the video tape to prove it." Marluxia hastily grabbed the tape, and studied it. Nowhere did it show Xaldin flipping his cloak. Marluxia rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm...that's odd. You flipped my skirt from my point of view, but it never actually happened..." His thought trailed off. Xaldin smirked. "Why don't you ask Zexion? He usually has a hand in these kinds of things. Wouldn't put it by 'im. Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go clean up." He walked out of the room, and Marluxia followed; although, he took a turn that led him past the living room. Larxene was watching Law and Order, and noticed him passing by. She turned around, smiled at him, and flipped him the bird; she turned back around as the crack of gunfire started. Marluxia kept on walking. "Yo! Flower Power! Are you gonna answer me or not?!" He turned to see Larxene standing in the doorway. "Are you or are you not?" "No," came Marluxia snobbish-sounding remark. "I don't socialize with people who flip me off." "Flip you off?" Larxene was surprised. "I didn't do that. All I did was wave at you and ask what you wanted for dinner, since I'm the only one who cooks around here." "She did, I watched her!" came Roxas's voice. Larxene felt a bit of pity. "Maybe you should go ask Zexion; he would know about this kind of illusionary stuff." Marluxia wanted to scream. "Gee, great advice! Xaldin said the same exact thing! What a tremendous help you are!" He stormed away down the hall. "I'll take that as fried chicken!" Larxene called after him. That's pretty much the only thing she knows how to cook. ~~~~~ The door of Zexion's room came flying open. He seemed surprised as Marluxia walked in, clearly in a bad mood. "Can I help you?" Marluxia reached out and grabbed him by the throat. "I want to know why the hell you're messing with me. I want answers; and I want them now." His eyes were bloodshot, and their normal friendly quality was completely gone; his brow was furled in extreme anger. Zexion gulped. "As...soon as you...let go of...me!" Marluxia released his hold, and Zexion fell t othe ground huffing and taking in large gulps of breath, his face red and exhausted. "Well, you want answers... "1000 Shards of Death!" Ice shards came flying from Zexion's fingertips, slicing into Marluxia. He was pinned back against the wall. He couldn't move at all, except for strain his neck to turn it a few inches. Laughing psychotically, Zexion strolled up to him, and stroked his chin. "My, aren't you looking lovely this evening ,Marluxia...You look so hot when you're fired up." He gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "So, you want to know why this is happening? I'll tell you then; I never really was a man who enjoyed keeping spoilers to himself." He opened up his book... ~~End of Chapter 1~~ What did you think of it so far? Was it any good at all? I'd love some feedback.
