Well, there's got to be a good reason for Xemnas to let prisoners go, especially if he didn't blink a eye on killing Demyx. Maybe I'll get bored...
Now, now, let's not go back to that again xP. Toxyn should be very cozy with his new BFF xD. And what's the difference? :P
I would say felt up xD, but I guess raped can in that context. And it was sort of a plan that sprouted, considering we need to find a way to stop...
Raped? o.o Seriously, has this gotten something infamous or something? ^^; I don't get it. It was kind of planned, at least, the basic, which is...
Oh, okay. Cause seriously, that is some scary stuff going on. But already you're going to a get a filling? Dx Just think, that it would soon be...
OOC: Well, hmm...that's all I have to say really o.o. Utterly pissed off the handle Larxene now? Oh yeah o:. At Vexen's refusal to heal or help him, he took a look at Demyx again, not going to get in between that dispute, before they did all leave. "I suppose you said you had a plan to cure those wounds, I presume?" She didn't think he would go ahead to hit her that quickly, considering she was positive that lightning did do him well and good. But she did found herself being knocked back, and pushed more back at the counter, and while she could've done something, her mind was a bit too clouded, and her reactions were too slow to comprehend. It wasn't like this hurt her either, really, when she landed on the corner, which kind of startled her a little, considering that any normal enemy would have taken the chance to slam her. Larxene knew the work out of the day without rest was finally getting to her, but she had enough energy left to fight and defeat this prick once and for all. She didn't know what exactly he wanted, yet, and was preparing to strike him as he got closer, trying to control her uneven breathing. He would think that this thing, this force would actually hold her, and he was very much kidding himself. She'll play along for the benefit of getting him. After all, pretending to be a damsel in distress was a plus when they didn't expect the retaliation that came after when underestimating. She had seen him grab his sword, and as he threw it at her and it veered to her direction in a straight, and swift swish, she didn't flinch, or was fazed as it landed near her throat, a very dark glare present as she eyed the man as her ears picked up the tip of it digging into the wall. Oh yes, he was definitely going to get it. His left arm then kept her there, nearing eerily closer to her for some reason, while she didn't bother to struggle...which would look weird when it was her he was fighting, so she tried to make it believable to at least attempt "to get out" of the lock he had on her. The only time it was halted was because she froze when he spoke, and felt his hand trail on her chin and grasp it, her chest somehow constricting horribly as his face crept to hers, and before she knew it or could do something, she was actually, really, kissed, her lungs halting their breathing for the second time, and her body rigid as the every ice Vexen wielded. It was worse once he forced his tongue in with hers as he slithered through, and her eyes bulged, her brain short circuiting in utter shock, leaving her stunned and numb as his mouth moved along hers, having trouble to fully understand and take in what was actually occurring. Let alone a enemy, daring and having the nerve to touch her and go ahead to claim her lips as if he had the right to. Her face screwed into a discontent and disgruntled expression, just stupefied by the events, yet it was when she heard the small, tiny sound of her cloak unzipping that the rush of anger flowed through her very insides in vibration, raging to take every road and path of her veins until it reached her head, where the heat and blaze slowly began to snap her out of her bewilderment and leisurely regaining back her functions and limbs to move. Larxene let out a gasp of when he really did go in, feeling her up, harassing her and molesting her chest, and that...that was when she the red liquid that was her blood began to bubble and boil and cook, taking over her stomach, and her upper torso in outrageous and dangerous figurative fire. Her body shook from the turmoil of fury that was building up, and up, letting out a loud breath and menacing growl as her face then contorted to a ill, harmful, wicked, and evil feature as her eyebrows furrowed together in a heavy brow of madness, and her eyes hazardously, and sharp, narrowed into such slits, that she resembled a rabid snake, as all her sight saw was kill, kill, kill and murder until he was nothing left except his guts. And that was even going to fade out of existence. Hell, her eyes were moist and wet and burning because of the unbearable irritation and rage of blood-lust, the sadistic pleasure of watching him break before her too tempting now. She didn't care if her body was weak, or tired, or needed rest, or couldn't force itself that much farther. She could barely even think clearly as her thoughts were distant and far off, just wanting to rip apart this guy's life. When he parted off and acted as if he didn't just do anything, greeting her with his name, it was like he finally turned off the switch of her self-control. Her aquatic orbs that were nothing, but mere dots slid to him, before lunging whatever force he had her trapped with off by capacity of power as electricity flew off in all directions in tendrils of bluish white, as her hand, with such strength of her arm that she was gifted with, swung at his face in a backhand, hearing the delightful pound and smack of the land as the very hit send him off flying high into the air at the pure sturdiness, and as her body created a glowing outline and literally lighted up with a yellow hue, she sky rocketed up after him in a rift, cutting the air with such speed that she didn't last long before summoning her kunai and beginning to slash him apart, letting out a curling scream, "YOU BASTARD!!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!" In the end, whether he blocked or she missed, he was not going to escape her wrath as the constant left and right, and front, side to side attacks moved him to spiral down into the ground. Not knowing how hard he had blown to the floor, the adrenaline of the temper was so great that when she landed on her feet, the lightning surrounded her broke and cracked the tiles, debris flying off as she eyed him deadly. Her bones were aching, seemingly feeling as if they'll fall apart any second, protesting against tiring them out. While she knew the exhaustion that was coming at the end of all this, but she was driven by the storm within her, smiling in such a way that it was borderline frightening as it clashed with the rest of her tight and hard appearance. And she didn't last long in going at Xeltic again, not noticing a slight, sickly, shudder coming from the fact that she was unknowingly pushing herself too much for her health. There was only so much a Nobody could stand in the span of less than 24 hours without a ounce of proper sleep. OOC: It's not as long as I thought :'D. Success!!
OOC: Did RA every get a summary? o.o All he gave to Xioimara was a watchful, warning gaze that proceeded to say that there will be no more outbursts, as of now. He paid no heed to what she said, aware that she had yet to really understand the complexities of the matter. Not only on the annihilation order, but themselves as the beings they exist. Rather, not exist. Despite this, he gave a nod to Xigbar for having control to calm them down, if not, he would have had to take actions that he did not want to do again, especially if the younger girl had just gotten out of recovery, or was still in recovery. They could call him what they like, yet, he still had some morals left. But sacrifices sometimes had to be made to reach a farther goal, which would be a gift to them all in the end. Truthfully, when he was on the verge of thinking and contemplating on such topics as Kingdom Hearts, Xemnas did not expect Demyx to come, though he had sensed his approach, which is why he held back the final decision to be voiced to Roxas, knowing the water wielder would explain himself first. For the second time. Of course, he listened, or else he would not be doing his job, and the more he spoke, the more answers he had for each, and was now just waiting for the time when he was done so he could reply and announce his final word on the entire matter. Things never work out the easiest way possible, however, as it has been lately, because suddenly, Axel had decided to appear before he could say anything, and he refrained from letting out a breath, finding the huddled crowd that was building up unsatisfying. He had frowned profusely when the redhead had gone to insult Vexen, and lay a hand on him while he was present in the room, and with a vehement stare to Number Eight, the threat was in the air that he would make sure he never does it again while his amber eyes were watching. He wondered why he had added himself to the mix of this, witnessing him spouting at the Melodious Nocturne, more displeased with his actions, but he shut his eyes for a moment. Obviously, Axel would've come to Demyx's aid, and defend, but when it came to the point where he basically unzipped his cloak, and started on about the wounds and how strong he was for lasting with it, he went to share a look with Vexen, eyebrow somewhat raised, only to then return to the scenery in front of him. He had waited yet again for this one to be finished speaking, knowing what he needed to say and more prepared than before, and when it was finally quiet, there was a period of pause. It was there he began calmly, and quite smoothly, "We do appreciate the demonstration and all, Number Eight. But, I want to tell you this, and I'll tell you this now, because I would rather not have to repeat it, as I have been doing so with Demyx recently..." He shot a cold look at the said mentioned man in a one second glance, then focusing back on Axel. "That this is the last time you will display a show of force and discourtesy to one of the higher members in front of me. Vexen might not be the best to be involved with, we can all admit, but truly, most of the others in the Organization are not any better, including you. And something that you have now proved by your actions in response when the man has, so far, done nothing to you as I see it. Make certain you got that in your head for the next time you choose to portray yourself in such a manner, because my patience had lost itself, and buffoonery is the last thing I need to deal with as we have a rival Organization. Which comes to the other fact: do not, do not, remark on the machine when you have no knowledge of what it can do, this goes for both of you. If you have any better ideas, feel free to share it. If not, keep your mouths closed, and take it or leave it. Especially when I had given the order to built it. Believe it or not, this is mildly crucial to some extent. So I suggest you be silent right now, and not drive me to the brink, or I really do not have a conscious of beheading anyone here at the moment, with all the troubles you two, as well as two others in another certain castle, mostly centering on a familiar blonde female, had been given me, and when it is a distraction to more important things we should be concentrating on. And that is where the situation lies in what makes me say this: the delays to childish arguments and acts, and running away because someone lost a weapon for a few pesky hours. Technically, if you have a problem with the way I run and do things, take it up with me." There more he had continued, the more the tension raised, until the point where the last word came out in a hazardous, dark, and ominous tone as his gaze narrowed unto to them in caution. To watch every step they do and to think clearly. Because he would not have this any longer. "Let us hope this is the last and final time I have to hear from any of you about the same complains. And this, is where it ends. Here. As for Demyx, he was offered treatment, and it is not Vexen, nor mine's fault, that he does not trust the man enough to heal his wounds when it was under my watch. No one had asked for him to burden himself. It is now up to Vexen to decide what he wants to do and if Demyx wants it still. If he does not want to, then I am not going to end up forcing him as if I am taking him to a dentist appointment for a treatment. It has gotten so far that I am comparing real life issues, when we are anything, but normal. And if Vexen decides not to, then I suppose next time he should watch what some of his Dancers do. And as for the final verdict..." He had stepped forward as he trailed it off then, motioning Axel to back away and move aside as he gracefully came upon Demyx. He had caught Roxas's eyes for a few seconds, and went to diagnose Demyx once more as he, almost glared, down at him. "You say words as if we are barely anything without your help. I have realized that the other Organization has barely any members yet to fill, so on number and power, we are at the advantage so far. Which is why I stand by my threat. Consider yourself lucky. You have some guardian angels, it seems. Third chance, no more after, and you better not ruin it for yourself because you will be executed, point blank, and period, and nothing will save you. In the same way of Eight, think before you speak or take action, or it will have fatal consequences. You have been warned and alerted, just so we are clear. As for your Sitar, it appears you are best without it, because that is the most poignant sign of your weakness, and if that is exposed, you will end up being nothing if you cannot stand the loss of a simple weapon. If it comes to a emergency, you will get it back for your protection, other than that, learn to live without it." He straightened after, his face loosening. "Otherwise, this meeting is officially adjourned. Everyone, dammit, GTFO is to leave the lab for the unnecessary space that it is taking, and report back to your rooms. I have work to accomplish with Zexion and Vexen respectively. I have now sent my Sorcerers to inform to all members, there is no heading outside for the moment. Either stay in Castle Oblivion, or in this very vicinity. Unfortunately, Larxene is quite busy, and if it does not end soon, I would have to step in, and solve it myself." He gave a once over to each. "Dismissed." Roxas blew out a breath of relief, finally, his body having been tensed with the whole atmosphere and predicament, and about Demyx's sentence, glad that it worked out overall. And best; that it was over. He had seen the portal opening as he had waited for the response that Xemnas will give him, not certain who was coming, and when it was the companion who was the one hanging by a very thin thread, his insides churned again, hoping that he won't pull anything with the way Xemnas was acting. Nothing bad was said, thankfully, just Demyx fully giving reasons for his actions, and why. From the words being used when referring to their leader, he felt as it was not in insolence, which was the exact and perfect path to go. He was very open to the fact that the Superior had apparently been pushed to his limits with some events that he was not there for, and something he will hopefully be told about. It sounded interesting. He had missed plenty of things while he had battled the fire wielding girl, disappointingly. So, with Demyx there to to clear his name and standing up to whatever wrongs he committed, or mistakes, quite the feat to admire, he had slightly relaxed, deeming that it was heading positively, until it reverted back to panicking again when Axel made his entrance. And what he did the second he stepped in was egg on Vexen, noting that Xemnas did not like it as he peered at him. It kind of surprised him and made him blink, as he had never seen the redhead bully someone, nor do what he had done and said to Demyx. For the Ninth member, he passed it off as concern, yet, the whole vibe he had given was new to him either way, and made him wonder. Then came when Axel had unzipped Demyx's coat, and he had immediately placed his hands over Xioimara automatically, bending to her wolf form... Which reminded him... Grinning sheepishly, he took the yet to be taken back hands, off, though they had stopped blocking sight once Xemnas had replied to all that was said. It was pointless anyway, as Demyx's chest was there for everyone to see and will remain to be until he decided to wear something else. So, everything was straightened out, and he really hoped that no one would start back talking to Xemnas for everyone's sakes in here, disagreement or not. It wasn't worth it right now, and would just complicate things more in his opinion. He even admitted that beheading them was quite tempting. Smiling nonetheless as the heaviness had fallen and faded, he just nodded to the demand of them leaving, stretching his arms, and blocking out a yawn. Even with Axel giving him nerves about what he was going to do when he came in before, he was happy to see his best friend after such a long while, and what felt like days. He would ignore the weird demeanor that he took on, and see where they go from there. And Larxene...it reminded him that he had yet to talk to her about the food, something he was still considering, because there was nothing better than a woman's touch. The news that she was in Castle Oblivion and fighting a enemy member was to be left as a mental note for later. So that had to wait. OOC: Really, my fingers will crack one day xD.
I told you! Spanish is great! :P I can help you xP. Besides, when we meet, maybe I can say something, and you'll understand =D. And that screen...
Lol xD. Aw, you'll get through it. And by that, I mean with the store. As for the gums, I really, really, really, feel for you right now Dx. It...
My God, people are such obsessive whores for Axel on a poll. He's the one that hogs and takes all the damn screen time, and we know more crap about him, than all freaking 13 members combined. He's the least that needs to be here, especially with his face plastered everywhere on 358/2 Days. Screw that. Anyway, the members I want to know more about are, and in no particular order: Zexion Xaldin Luxord Lexeaus [he barely has a personality, if at all] Marluxia Larxene Those piques my interest the most, but in all, I want to know a lot about them each, because they really need the depth and characterization. We seem to have alot of Saïx and Xigbar, from the scans, even Xemnas, so there isn't much to worry there about them not getting some variety. There aren't alot of CoM members shown, however.
Roxas stood there, not clearly believing what he was hearing, his mouth agape, and trying to look at everyone almost pleadingly to see if they could provide a explanation as to why Xemnas had decided to execute Demyx, anything, some clue. The news literally shook the blond boy, and a sharp, aching swirl rippled his chest, scared of someone he knew going away, and not wanting it to happen. His insides clenched in discomfort and nerves, perfectly showing it to everyone as his eyes frantically looked around the room as his hands formed fists. He felt horrible, completely horrible, and he couldn't explain the sickness and fear he was experiencing at the moment. He didn't think any words could describer it perfectly as he had just been notified the fact that one of his companions, and while not the closest they could be, was getting eradicated. For no reason that he could think of. He didn't want the water wielder to be gone. Xemnas couldn't do that. What did Demyx do for it to come to such a order? SO bad that he had to get killed for it? Did he become a traitor? Did he do something wrong? What was it? "Damn it all!" He blinked in surprise at the exclamation that left his lips, not able to take the throttle of emotions and frustration as his eyes burned, so he shouted it out to exert some of the heavy tension within him, shaking his head, not caring what the hell he said anymore. He couldn't let this happen. Nobody deserved it. To be gone. To be nothing, and get lost in the Darkness. And his blue eyes met Xemnas's own, paying no mind to no one else despite the outburst, and the more he eyed him, the more he felt some outrage, and some form of irritation rotting under his skin along with him being upset. He gritted his teeth at their leader, eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the very Superior. He wasn't going to keep silent. Not unless he heard every reason why Demyx of all things, was going to be hunted down. And so he didn't mind coming off demanding, repeating his troubled thoughts as he motioned out a arm, "Why?! I mean, what in the worlds would Demyx do?" "Roxas, calm down, or you will not get your answers that way," Xemnas had ordered strictly to the young man, who simply appeared as if he was going to go ahead and fight him, but restrained himself and instead, straightened, closing his mouth and trying to not yell anymore. He did not expect for the blond to be so close with the musician, as it was not, from what he had seen, much of importance. He had noted the slow relationship Roxas and Axel had been building, and while he thought it foolish, and quite a waste of time for something that was not real, he was not going to say anything on the matter. As long as it did not create a bump in his plans, then it was acceptable. Nevertheless, his decision on Demyx was firm. He was too much trouble. And was causing too much drama. Let alone he could not forget the pathetic display he presented himself to be when he took away a weapon. He made things worse all by himself, as well as push his level of patience, and he would have to be considered lucky that he had not been punished or turned into a Dusk last time. Or destroyed. Which would happen now. However, first thing, was to explain to Roxas the reasons, "It is quite the long story. He has been creating too much...predicaments lately, and while I did not care or mind what had happened, the fact that he has run away not once, but twice, is a matter of concern and of questioning his actions. He has packed, and left, and apparently, this would be the last permanent leave he would take. Members are allowed to go in and out, yet, they are to return, and he appears to not want to. We cannot have that. There are other options to deal with things other than going off, just because his Sitar was taken for a while. He is a child, he is acting as a child, and he will be treated as one. I would not reward him for disobedience, and he brought this order upon himself." "But-!" Roxas began desperately, trying to think of a way to argue otherwise. So far from what he had gotten, is that Demyx had been causing some trouble, and then had left two times, and he didn't know whether to wreck something for Demyx being a idiot, or just completely panic again at the fact that it didn't seem like Xemnas was changing his mind. Everyone knew what not to do. Even if his Sitar was taken, making it more problematic for yourself was not the answer, and the weapon will be returned eventually, as Xemnas had nothing to use it for, and there were also enemies at their helm to deal with. Being smart was just to stay put and see what happens, and get the possession that got taken back. And now he didn't know how to stop this altogether because of the position the water wielder placed himself in. Xemnas was the only one Roxas could not defeat directly, while Xaldin presented quite a tremulous battle himself as a opponent. So if violence wasn't going to do it, then what? There had to be something. "Just give him another chance! Maybe he's just...going through something! Demyx is a not a traitor...have some faith, at least." Xemnas sighed, not willing to tell Roxas that Demyx was truthfully expendable. He had to this, he was not one for too many chances, and Demyx had not learned the warnings he was given. "I stand by the decision, Roxas. Let's not speak of this any longer." Roxas visibly shook, not from fright, or cold, but from fury as his body was heating up, blood speeding and rushing to his head, and he was slowly reaching his peek. In the end, before he could think of what he was just about to do, he found himself without his consent threatening in a growl, "You kill him, and you lose me!" It was like that was the worst resignation and words of quitting that was announced, because the room went eerily soundless rather quickly. It was without noise before, but the air had seemed to change, and Xemnas, for the first time, had gazed straight at him intently and hard, his features more pronounced and edgy. Roxas, while not intimidated honestly, pondered if he had gone too far. For some reason, the look he was given had sort of cooled his loud and infuriated rebellion, and he stayed still, not knowing the reply he was going to get now, or what was to occur. If anything was going to happen, he was going to prepare himself. He had yet to halt the feelings, real or not, he didn't care, of Demyx getting eliminated...such anger, and there was still so much he wanted to release and express, yet he knew better. Xemnas just had this presence that was borderline deadly and dangerous when he wanted to bring it forth, and had this magnetic charm of making people listen. And so he was willing to listen. He had eyed the XIIIth member deeply, not predicting that this was to go on to this level of defying him. He was not mad, nor concerned, he felt nothing. But, he was aware in terms of tactic and mind that losing him will place a large hole and loss to them, and he could not allow that, not at least, at the state that Kingdom Hearts was in,an dhow it was incomplete. Xemnas attempted to somehow remedy the situation positively, and he teetered, close in dark warning, "Now, Roxas. Do not make a brash decision." While he shouldn't push his luck, there was something telling him to go along with this unplanned turn of events, as what he said had hit a core accidentally. And he noticed it. He didn't know why, and he did not comprehend it, yet, he was going to use it to his advantage as long as no member here was killed in such a way. And with this now, Roxas felt more at ease, and more confident, as he stood his ground, face determined and unbending as he repeated more clearly and resolutely, "You kill him...you lose me. You take away the two of us. Your choice, Superior." They both stared at each other in dispute for a moment, seconds...a lot of seconds, but he was not fazed, and he will not degrade what he had proclaimed. Yes...he was actually giving Xemnas a ultimatum. And if anything, he will do it and keep true to his word if Demyx met his demise. As their locked gazes were unmoving, he was the one who shifted first as he blinked at the gray haired man, not able to take it as his face appeared suddenly dejected at this whole thing. He bended his head down slightly, looking at the floor, before raising it up again, croaking in a sort of plea, "All I ask is for you to give him one more chance...you know, three strikes and you're out? He has one left...me and Axel will tell him not to do it again...and he'll listen to us, I'm sure..." Roxas breathed, not losing his focus on the one who ruled over them, needing to make him realize there can be another way. Was it really that difficult not to have someone annihilated? Is this what he had signed up for? It truly did want to make him leave....as he was already having these odd dreams, and he was never certain if the Organization was the right thing for him. Was it...?
It's alright. I know when you feel busy here ^^;. And yeah, he said that. If you read the Novel translations, you can see that him and Xigbar...
Studying for mid-terms? >.<.
My name is Jeanna :P. It's suppose to be a French name. Like Jeanne, but my mom took off the "e" at the end, and replace it with "a". I think it's...
First, nope, you don't win =D. It's basically a rehash of the CoM scene, and it's not even the real Zexion. And a simple memory =/= all forgotten...
Lol, will do, then :P. I forgot what Zexion was doing, so I mention him a few times being there in the lab, silent and quiet a always. But, he...
RA, Zexion will be needed xP. Hope you've been keeping up, if not, I guess we have a summary.
"Number Twelve had danced...?" Xemnas had questioned once more to the lower Nobody before him as they came back with the answer he was looking for, ignoring Marluxia, and it was said that, yes, Larxene was drinking. And quite highly, at that. There was also the new information of her doing some ludicrous and provocative dancing, and Axel was simply watching the show, and relaxing himself. From the other bits and pieces given, he could form that Larxene and him had discussed the matters, and from what he was being told, they were spending their time together nicely after, interacting and chatting. If that was the case, then had Axel succeeded in convincing her to return without much work or physical violence? Because, he should have gone straight back here with her in tow. However, there was a problem with Larxene and her intoxication, and he was not going to have her come to a meeting, maybe behaving erratically, with her thought process not the same and creating a unnecessary show. He had sent a Dusk, this time, to Axel, to ask if he was coming any time soon, or what was it he was planning to do in the long run. While that was done, he had settled on Marluxia again, his face blank as he had raised a graceful eyebrow at the word "care" to describe why he was not doing anything to them, but he did not bother correcting that misconception. "What Axel did was to his own accord and ploy. I, had nothing to do with it. Truthfully, he was to go and be eradicated with you and Larxene when I had sent you three. But, I suppose, he managed to find his way to get out of the situation. Or at least, stop you. There is a time for a change now that we have all returned." There was a cold look. "Now I'll ask again. Where are you going?" Larxene blinked in surprise that he actually gave her a compliment, as she expected some smart mouthed comment, or that she wasn't really that good, and others could do better. But when he outright admitted easily that it was amazing, she stared at him quite questionably, with a ghost of a smile. Yes, still wasn't used to this Axel. She shook her head a little, making her vision daze at the effect incidentally, but composed herself enough to see a old slut striding past them and calling out for Axel as she eyed him. Her lips frowned a little, glaring at the back of the woman distastefully, and with a hint of disgust, but as Axel ignored her, so will she. There was absolutely no reason to get worked up about some promiscuous dog wanting what was maybe her 100th target to sleep with. Huffing, she concentrated back at him when he replied to her question, and she nodded, about to leave as she eyed the place, yet stopped when she saw another hoe pass by them, and her eye twitched, getting irritated. This time, however, this one seemed to have caught Axel's attention, as she noted him watching her intently...and then follow after her without another word, leaving her there alone mildly stunned. She gaped for a moment at this as if offended, eyes wide in disbelief, not thinking that he will go for that type of woman, that he didn't have low standards, but apparently, that was wrong. Her expression darkened as she glared at his back, and for some reason, she was angered enough to growl deeply as she kept her sight on his figure. Pursing her lips, she scoffed unceremoniously, shaking off the burning, wax-like feeling in her stomach and chest that made her want to wring someone's neck. Screw him, then. If he wanted a whore, then let him get one. Do Nobody even get diseases? Because Axel will be in danger of getting some soon, and he better not touch her in that case. Not that she would give a damn about what he does with that skank. She was much better than that, after all. Forcing her blazing gaze to where the redheaded mongrel pointed to earlier and where he closely was with that....blonde tramp, she slithered her way to the bar, completely ignoring him as she reached her designated place, getting a brandy as she snatched it from the server roughly, her mood foul. From the corner of her eyes, she witnessed a couple of men having a shot contest, and she was contemplating whether to join them to show them a real drinker. Just for fun and for the good time she had left. She glanced back at Axel, only to quickly revert her vision in gags as she saw the woman doing her "work" on him, and she shivered in utter repugnance, feeling sick and nauseous, and this time, she knew it wasn't the alcohol. This settled and confirmed it. She could have her own friends as well. Stomping, she headed to the guys in hurried steps, away from those certain two, and sat herself on a available chair that had a makeshift table set up in the corner of the street, where someone, perhaps a friend, was the one serving the high alcoholic liquor in little tiny glass cups. She smiled sweetly in greeting, the men giving her odd, if not, amused looks. There was a tense silence, before one of them went to actually talk to her. A smirk. "And what would you be doing here, little lady? You do know this is the big boys table?" She frowned, eyes narrowing at the dubbed "little lady" as if she was some child, and they were belittling her, but she kept her cool as she smirked back, grabbing one of the small cups that were there as she placed the brandy on the table, replying candidly, "I'm here for the shot challenge you guys are having." Laughter reigned in her ears in return, the males thinking that this was some joke or so, apparently. But, Larxene never joked when it came to such a thing as this, so she let them finish their foolish and underestimating mirth as she leaned back casually, not fazed nor discouraged, because they wouldn't be laughing at the end of all this. Finally, when they decided to shut up, she continued without a pause to let them breathe, their attention on her...and in more ways than one as they flourished her body. "Done? Trust me, let me challenge you. Or is that you 'big boys' are afraid to lose to a 'little lady' like poor me?" Her eyes glittered with something maliciously, because then, she saw them all giving each other stares. They chuckled again, as the one that spoke before turned back to her, and she met him head to head confidently and arrogantly. He shook his head, thinking if this woman was for real to believe that she had a chance, especially with her tiny waist. "Now, now, we don't want to be at fault for getting such a pretty thing like you vulnerable." She didn't last long in countering that, aware that he was very sober, and had not drank anything to her conclusion with how he was acting. Or at least, not enough to get her the same way she was. "The only one who's going to be vulnerable is you. Then again, you might be afraid that you can't handle your alcohol to a girl like me in front of your wittle friends." The baby talk perhaps got him a bit irate, because with one last glance to his buddies, he gave a firm nod to the server, and she grinned satisfactorily as one of the small glasses was filled up for her solely. "You're on. Just don't blame me for what happens to you." "You have nothing to worry about," she assured dismissively with a tone of glee in her voice, watching in anticipation and excitement as the other glass meant for him was also poured some of the contents. They both grabbed at it, yet, before they would take that one, quick gulp, she heard Axel's gruff voice telling the woman to get the hell off. This confused her, as he did went after her willingly, and now he was blowing cold? Larxene didn't bother to pay him heed, nonetheless. She was just going to drink, quell her fury, relax and calm down, and enjoy the remainder of the night. That was the plan, until a sudden and loud crash resonated around the streets, sounds of glasses and many bottles shattering into the ground in pieces as well as thuds, and her head, along with everyone else's, snapped up to see what occurred. The man on the direct scene was none other than Axel himself, which surprised her, with remains of a splintered and broken table, as well as alcohol, covering him as he appeared dazed and unfocused, while the people now began to laugh at his misfortune, and she started to analyze the situation. She tried to wrap her mind around how someone got the best of the great Flurry of Dancing Flames...sarcasm included in that sentence. If it was that bimbo, my God, how embarrassing for him. Really. The question was even answered when she saw the culprit's face with a satisfied grin, and she let out a giggle. And Larxene...Larxene then shrugged, returning back to her liquor. Serves him right, for hounding behind the female, and leaving her of all people in the dust. He got what he was looking for. She only peered back to see him stand up quite weakly and unbalanced, a leg almost limping as he regained composure, his face reeling with rage, and it didn't take long for him to walk out of the negative spotlight as a laughing stock. It didn't affect her, however, and she was thinking of going her separate way from him after that stunt he pulled with that...now not so stupid, and clever, little whore. It bothered her, to say the least. She wasn't going to run away, because she had come to the fact that she could never leave the Organization, but the whole action killed the interest of the company she was with: Axel. And as she concentrated on her current contest, with minor conversation, in the count of three, her opponent and her drowned the liquid in one swoop, her throat ablaze, inflamed, sizzling as it flowed down from her neck to her chest like hot, insufferable water, and she had done this enough to know how to control from going into a coughing fit as she placed the cup down for a second row.
Larxene was not startled by the fact that he dodged it, because she knew he would, but she did summon back her weapons to her fingers, preparing herself for another attack, evasion, or perhaps she'll go all out on him once and for all and heat things up. This was going too slow for her, really. Flexing her kunai, she was about to hatch some plan into her mind, before somewhat noticing the fact that he had paused to look at her. She wouldn't have normally cared or minded, considering that she was gazing at him for further inclination of his movements herself, and he might be doing the same. Nonetheless, despite being naive on some level, it didn't escape her that his eyes shifting up and down her body in a somewhat clouded look wasn't exactly what she would call a case study to predict what she will do next. It kind of threw her off, because along with having a crowd to watch her fighting, she wasn't that keen or tolerant to have men, or any guy for that manner, check her out. It irritated her. Just like everything. As well as made her perturbed and self-conscious enough to take a position that would hide most of her assets that were possible, which she did. She has had enough trouble with any romantic tendencies with Marluxia and Demyx...or whatever the hell Marluxia was trying to mean, and this wasn't something she needed right now. If it wasn't for the fact that it would have gotten in the way of her battles, she would've placed a bunch of stuffing under her cloak, and made to appear fat to drive them away. That would really help her in terms of the constant situations she found herself in, because the Organization coat wasn't doing a good job of reducing her curvaceous appearance, it seems. And this just fueled her need to kick this guy's ass. She had to admit, it wasn't like he was bad looking himself, attractive, but she wasn't here for the eye candy when she lived with a fistful of them anyway. She slightly shifted, moving her shoulder a little to make herself more comfortable with her damp clothes that had yet to fully dry. Her cloak was fine a bit, but it was what was under it that was the problem, because the clothes inside were drenched, and while her black sports bra dried quickly as it should with the material it's made of, the rest hadn't. Thankfully, it didn't cause a disadvantage, but the feel was distressing on her skin either way. The only thing that got her mind out of that fact was when she noted that the guy had begun to finally take his stance, and she did the same. Larxene blinked once when he brought out shuriken aiming straight at her, not being stupid enough to fall for the fact that he was doing the same move twice. It had to be for some reason, and he was pulling some tactic. Before she could step off, though, and find a way to return the favor as soon as possible, she saw him suddenly disappear. Knowing the meaning of it, she was already forwarding to the side, until it was halted hurriedly, and she grunted in surprise when she felt a presence behind her, immediately hooking his arms around her own, locking them in a vice grip that was almost like iron behind her back, supposedly trapping her as her kunai were dismissed with the act. Her body tensed when his shuriken were still heading at her, and she decided to come up with a strategy of giving some static or electricity to stop them or slow them down somehow. That is, if they hadn't out of nowhere vanished before they dug in her mid-section. Her eyebrows crunched together in suspicion and confusion, wondering, truly, what this man was up to. Her teeth gritted as her expression tightened more terribly than ever, and she frowned vehemently at him as she turned the side of her head. First she had attempted to struggle and slip her arms out, yet, it was more painful than necessary or worth it, and so she opted for another option, as she did not like the way she was tied down. His body was pressing against her a bit too much, feeling every outline of it, from top to bottom, and it made her let out a huff of impatience, wanting to get out of it. And a way for her to now sprouted and blossomed in her head. She smirked devilishly, her voice coming out mockingly desperate, sarcastic, and more dramatic than it should be as she sniffled, looking like a sad puppy as her antennae bangs dripped down disappointingly, "Oh, dear, looks like I have no way out of this situation...oh, what for little ol' me to ever do? You mean, mean, jerk..." And from the second she finished that sentence, her body charged in a matter of even milliseconds compare to that, as she then gave him the shock of his life when lightning and sizzling electricity showered his body and covered him, a light show of yellow and white, with sparks thrown all over the vicinity as his body quaked with tremors, and as his grasp loosened, she swirled gracefully while he was still surrounded with her element all over, delivering a high kick to his gut for good damn measure, core and true as she drove the heel hard. As she went to regain her balance, she almost tripped on her feet if she didn't come to depend on her quick reflexes, shaking her head as she slouched, her breathing more ragged as her bones ached. Letting out a long, tired breath, she prepped herself for the next blow as she straightened up, not giving a damn if her body was exerting and wasting more energy than it had done already these past hours. Weakness was not a choice for her, and she would make sure to keep that. OOC: I'll post for Xemnas and Roxas later on today ^^;.
