Well, I know there's a summary built up somewhere that are given to people, so that may be solved. I would hope he will come back soon, because,...
Of course I'll be your Larxene xD. And yes, Naminé. I've role played her before, and I love her too =3. And yeah, the VMs ^^;. It's gotten to be...
I really don't know ^^. The only people I know is those in BYC, basically. The rest either have gone and left, or have lessened. As for the other...
Alright, then :P. I would ask what you think about my song choices, and of Xemnas that I still have to decide, but I think we'll leave it at that...
Yeah, I know. I just joined as Larxene and Naminé for the moment o:. And I don't know what exactly Hellkitten plans to do with Saïx, whether...
Really now? *raises eyebrow* History? I suppose that will hold the reason up. And it's w ar now for what I pulled? xD And, Xemnas has been having...
I understand where you're coming from, and I think it fits. The only thing I would say that might be off is that it's quite intense in terms of...
I know xD, but no one said what happened to it, so they just got into this void thing. And yeah, I was reading it :P. But, I think you did get...
Well, I was just asking, because no one ever posted anything about the castle destroyed and all, or moving over to another place. Maybe I missed...
Aww, you meanie for the kid that likes you >3. Lol. Or I think he does. If he's just being a ass, then, whatever :P. You're still tough on him....
Yeah, I know. We're just talking about it right now. I'm just expressing the difference that they can both have. As for Saïx, I don't know....
Lol xD. Not really, just...rebellious? That he does what he feels like. And I wouldn't call it PMSing, more like bipolarism xD. Yet, that's not...
OOC: Aww, chula D:. That saddens me T-T. But, I also can't take your OC character, considering that it would be nothing like the way you would do it. I would probably mess up ^^;. And I barely know anything about Aura as much as you do ^.-. As for LOTO, yeah, Xemnas did send Sorcerers' out for Marluxia to come back to headquarters, but that is alright for the next post. And oooh, at the bathing her thing xD. Marluxia wants to get lucky, doesn't he? ;P As Xemnas blankly look at KuaXa's escape, not thinking that he would pull it off or have some of Demyx's power, he had dismissed it as it was not such a grave loss to him. It was only to see if this would bring the Nameless Organization's leader out in some form with the amount he had left. Truthfully, the one who caught his attention was the imprisoned Toxyn, but that was another matter to dwell on later now that a particular suggestion had rifted in the atmosphere. And he was skeptical. Why would Xaldin offer such advice beyond his usual demeanor? He did not know, as he would not trust anyone from enemy territory normally. Still, this was a interesting turn of events, he had to admit. And this Xeltic didn't mind at all the idea of giving away information and turning his back on his fellow comrades. Or, ex-comrades, as he considered himself not to be a part of it any longer and was willing to provide some reports. No doubt that whoever was the leader of him already knew of the betrayal, and Xemnas was not really fond of traitors himself. He had a strict sentence if one was ever to plot against him, while some, like Marluxia, will meet their own demise in the long run. Yes, this was quite something. Naturally, he was not going to accept Xeltic's new outlook and need to join them seriously. Whether or not he was stern and determined about it, he was still a part of the other group at one point, and thus, could not be easily trusted. Or even considered to be trustful. And depending on who was running the other Organization, he would either be hunted down, let go free, or used in some manner, in the view of a leader to another. It can work or not for him. No matter what the outcome, he was not to allow him residence at his castle, for protection, of course. He took a serious glance at Xaldin, first after longer of thought, saying monotonously, as he knew how hardheaded and stubborn the Lancer could be, "It would be better if I handle it from here. Really, do get back into the castle. It is crucial. You are not going to fight any longer because of what I plan to do, period." He then focused on the young man before him, Xeltic, his expression blank and unreadable as he scrutinized the male searchingly. "I would think you know, logically, that the answer would not be a yes? What would make you leave your respective Organization?" Larxene was already midway asleep despite her futile efforts of keeping her mind awake, her eyes tightly shut as her breathing slowed, not bothering to move or get up from the floor as her body relaxed and began to rest itself without much of her control. By the time Marluxia got there, she could only feel his presence a little due to her hazy and dazed brain, her head feeling heavy and empty at the same time. To her, it was like a zone between dream and reality, and she couldn't tell or care of what was happening around her as she was leisurely heading to unconsciousness. The only thing that jolted her a little was the throbs of pain in her bones that came again because of Marluxia hoisting her up to carry her...she could tell by his strong arms, and she groaned in protest, while still going into slumber as her face suddenly calmed after her frowning. She knew he was saying something and speaking, but with her current state, it was hard to make out, yet she got the overall meaning. Not an enemy...yeah, she was mad at him for...not answering the questions that were bothering her about their ploy. That was it...she remembered. She let out long breath, slightly yawning. It wasn't long before she then was placed, sitting down, on something hard, and now alone there, and with nobody holding her, she automatically leaned forward, making her fall again, though this time, softly as she wasn't that far from height, and it was a sort of smooth sailing as she ended up landing into Marluxia's chest and arms when he had knelt down beside her. She relaxed once more, having her skull in something to sleep on. She was too tired and out of it to give a damn. That sick and disgusting feeling was still at the pit of her stomach, and her throat, the places on her body touched by that pig prickling and making her unnerved to the point where she visibly shuddered, wanting to take the sensation off already. To get that feel of his skin to rip itself from her own, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't even move without getting hurt inwardly, or falling asleep. And she was torn and in turmoil at it. "Make it go away..." She didn't know how she had muttered, and it was on the level of a whisper and mumble, but she cried it out anyway. There it was. And she didn't care that Marluxia was witnessing her like this. Because it was Marluxia. She didn't have to worry or be concerned, or put on that proud and fierce front that she usually did. She didn't need to have some standards to live up to. He could see her thrown into a dirty, pathetic mess, and she'll be at peace. He will not think her weak or not worth his time. And it was because he could, or would not, judge her. She could be herself around him...just free. Instead of making fun of her, thinking negative views, taking advantage, look down on her, or being called useless as some would, he would be there, giving her advice or helping her in some manner, because he was the one who understood that everyone had their limits. And that enough, compared to who she had to live with, set him up very high in the rank of actual worthy people no matter what the hell everyone thought of him. Marluxia was kind of her sanctuary in that aspect. And at times, she wondered how everything between them was platonic, the kiss he gave her and the questions about it aside and notwithstanding. Certainly, she was aware that this was the type of person she could at least dream of being with, or have around her. It was odd...when what she was looking for was here, but it just wasn't that "way" in terms of feelings. Ignoring that they could not have any, she meant. He was like a brother. Yet, even with their current squabble, and her lack of sometimes having faith or trust in him, and that was simply because of how many people have stabbed her back, he was what meant to her the most in the entire Organization... And that title was not hard to earn once you look at who else he would be competing with. Roxas didn't say anything on the matter when Demyx had forcibly placed them as his makeshift doorway, proving that he was in fact, feeling better, and more jovial. He already predicted what was going to happen once the water wielder had gone back and forth between one room and the other after he got up, their eyes connecting from time to time, but he thought that he was going to sit down on the floor...or what he could see of the floor in Demyx's room, as it was full of all things, and any sign of it was buried under clothes. Or lay on the bed. Both were going to be done away, far away from the bathroom, for Demyx to do his "thing". So, he was befuddled when he had to stay there, considering it was not his fault that his door got burned down. On top of that, his smaller body didn't really work as a good solid block, unlike Axel, who, while skinny, was wider and can cover the whole doorway if he spread his arms or legs just a bit more. Didn't even have to try. But by coming here, hearing someone bathe was NOT in his list of things to accomplish, and so he could do nothing but gape, listening to some splashes and some...scrubbing, making him shiver. This was awkward. Very awkward, and he felt his body tense in discomfort, his blue eyes shifting for anything to distract his mind from having to know what was being done behind him. In fact, he was so disturbed, he was closely panicking again, or something that was a comparison to that, considering he appeared as if he was to have a ulcer if he didn't escape the noises that were coming from the bath tub. He at least knew he wanted to run. Run off. Leave the room. Or maybe he could think of the positive aspect of this, and believe that it could not have been worse. For example, he could be in the toilet. And he would have definitely had gotten the hell away by then. Perhaps he was taking it too seriously. He had heard how sports teams have locker rooms and showers for the players to clean themselves. Sometimes, there weren't even stalls to hide their privacy. But, he also thought, their first time for some, could've been uncomfortable. And since he had never experienced such a thing like this, it bothered him. Now he had to deal with...hearing Demyx wash himself. He gave Axel a "this is all your fault" look, and had rebelled by crossing his arms, and leaning on his back in the door frame, only halfway preventing from anyone seeing anything. He didn't think it was a problem, since Axel took over 3/4 of it, so it wasn't a full lost. As he glanced around Demyx's room once more, a light bulb turned on in his head as he eyed the many sheets and covers everywhere, and he had suddenly found a way to get him and Axel out of this predicament. He even spotted a roll of tape in the corner of a wall. Before he could do anything, however, he had heard Axel speak, and then ask him a question, in which he stared at his best-friend-who-he-was-kind-of-mad-at-but-not-really-for-this-long. It was that, and the actual inquiry, that made him forget a little about how he was a bit unhappy with Axel, recalling back on that mission, and how he never got to hit Ravix or throw his carcass into never ending darkness to rot-wait, that was kind of harsh. Still. He was irritated that he did not repay him back for what he did to Xioimara. What he would do to him will be nothing to what he put that girl through. If you mess with his friends, any of them, you automatically mess with him, and that usually ended with people going unconscious and sprawled in the ground if he was furious. He could never kill someone intentionally, but he could sure beat them until they go down at the best of his abilities. The topic of Ravix was so irking that he let out a angry huff, and his tone was clipped as he asnwered, "Well, it was kind of disappointing. As you know, me and Xigbar were in charge of saving Xioimara, and we did really quickly, since Xigbar didn't waste any time taking her back to headquarters first before we started fights, in case she got captured or taken away again. The one watching after her was Ravix. You should have seen Xio, Axel. She was a complete mess and in pain, and...he really placed her through a lot of torture. Of course, because of this, I wanted to fight the guy, but Xigbar interrupted and got him before I did, giving him a punch in the face and knocking him out. That was kind of surprising..." His furious rant began to slow down a little as he was about to get to the other part, though his breathing was haggard. "Anyway, um, Ravix was out, and we stood there...until a fire wielding female member got into it. But, you could tell that she was the most innocent of them. It was almost like she didn't belong there, really. She wanted to protect Ravix, and so, we kind of got into a argument as I tried to reason with her. We reached some kind of understanding, so I dragged him on the floor and opened a portal to headquarters to get him in and get him to apologize Xioi while getting to kick his damn ass after, grr >/, yet, she got in with him, so the location changed into our castle. And he was by then, waking up. She seemed really serious on defending him as a comrade, so she revealed her swords, which then caused me to bring out my weapons. What finally ended things was when Ravix suddenly was wrapped up by some black and white thorns out of the void of the same shades...The Superior, of course. I don't know where he went really, but he is on hold, I guess. And then something weird happen. A mirror, appeared, and a voice spoke out of it. I could tell it was her boss with the tone of respect, so when it got to be too much of giving information away, I kind of destroyed it to end the discussion. Which I should have done before. Overall, I ended up battling her. I didn't get her name. It was quite fun...it reminded me a lot of our spars, Axel, because of the fire, and so we kept on. I kind of underestimated her by mistake, as she did have spunk and more strength and stamina than her appearance would show. I was the stronger one, though. I didn't want to hurt her, so I avoided it by holding back, but I did end up hitting her too hard, I guess. She did get wounded. And then...she...ran away. I chased her, and I felt like I was playing tag to be honest, along with hide and seek. She got away, since I got to her a bit too late. Not that I minded...I didn't want her to be locked up. She was the type that didn't deserve it, in my opinion. So, Xigbar appeared after she escaped, he made a portal to the lab, and that's when we...well...all met." He let out a breath. That was quite long. It lasted enough for Demyx to be done and finished even, as he could hear him give in from lasting too long due to Axel's complaints. Roxas let out a sigh stretching his arms upward as he let Demyx concentrate in getting dressed, not having forgotten the previous realization of how to fix the whole door being burned down situation. The method he had in mind was cheap, but it was better than nothing. He waited for awhile to say outloud his idea, needing Demyx fully clothed to do so, or else his 15 year old self was going to be scarred forever. When he did come out, he saw him thanking Axel and giving him a pat, and he could tell when he directed his attention on him that he was going to...Roxas was about to duck, but Demyx caught into a headlock anyway, and starting rubbing his fist on top of his skull, making him scrunch his face as he was given a noogie. "Hey!" He found himself laughing despite it all, trying to protect his head as much as possible at the same time, but this was quite normal, and he was used to it. He always got the noogies. When he was finally freed, his face red from the strain, yet a grin etched on his lips in contrast, he stuck his tongue out at Demyx, and headed to fix his hair causally. Until he noted that his hair fixed itself, and got back to its usual spiky style by its own. It also dried in five seconds when wet, and revert exactly the way they were before as if nothing had happened. It was weird, yet he didn't question it that much considering the fact that they were natural and did not need the use of gel. He eyed the Melodious Nocturne calmly as he proceeded to clean his bedroom, noticing that it really was too much of a pigsty, until a loud stomach growl resonated around the surroundings. This led to Demyx being hungry, and saying he'll be in the kitchen, which only made Roxas remember his own hunger, and the lack of good, and delicious food. And how to approach Larxene for those home made meals of hers without selling his soul in the process. When Demyx had portalled out not moments later of his announcement, he raised a eyebrow on the remaining other Nobody here, being left alone, and he gave Axel a shrug, scratching his head. He chose to reveal what he had thought of, as his friend would help to put it up while Demyx was eating something. "I wish he didn't go, I had something to tell him. You know, how to fix the doorway problem." He pointed at it in turn. "I was thinking we could get one of his bedsheets...uh, clean or not, and tape the top half in the top door frames so it'd be like a curtain. It would save a lot of trouble. For example, like, stop making certain people be the replacement door." He gave Axel another one of those "looks" at that sentence.
"Get up," Xemnas demanded in a hiss, his tone tight and resembling what would be a growl to any unknown ear, not believing that one of his members, let alone Vexen, was acting like a coward. A spineless coward. He frowned at him deeply, his expression, while blank, displeased, not able to stand this show of fear. And they could not even really feel fear. This was embarrassing for him as a leader, and he pondered whether Vexen will easily break when a enemy confronts him at other points. It was shameful. But, that was not his main concern, despite that he was extremely repulsed, yet, nothing else happened that would make Vexen unworthy of even speaking to. He had send a private spy of him now, a Sorcerer, to follow one of the members at Castle Oblivion that seems to be parading with this new visitor. It has yet to come back. They barely even returned, barely alive, and one of their members had decided to play a game of sneak...that was failing miserably. Whoever was foolish enough to pull off getting anything pass him, was sorely mistaken. He had predicted Marluxia's betrayal. Set him up. Everything was his eyes. Every single place. Especially as he was the one that brought them all back, thus, they shared more of a connection due to that act of using his energy for them. And there's no doubt that his senses were already suspicious of that sole member who had gone and brought someone back from the outside world. One, who he was sure, was a dent to his new plans. And one who had the scent of Sora. Just, of course, not Sora. Perhaps a friend. Yes, he had said that he would not kill them, along with traitors, but it did not mean that he would not punish. If he cannot kill, than the consequence will be much more severe for that not to happen again. He must not lose control and order of his members, and if he let one get away with it now, the others would follow, and then there will be no choice of sending them back to Darkness despite his new resolution; which was for naught. Because if he cannot get the same respect back, then there was no reason to "start over". This was the reason why he had maintained a strict rule when concerning a group, when being ruthless: they would do whatever they wanted otherwise. And he cannot have that. He got distracted once his lower Nobody had returned to report, and he did not waste any time to ask. The person who was the culprit...was none other than Demyx. He did not expect for this particular member of all the ones gathered, but nonetheless, he was not surprised. Not that he could be. It was ironic. Demyx was in no doubt preaching about starting over, and beginning anew not minutes earlier, even daring to challenge him about his ways, and then...what happens? He was the cause of the rift all over again. Yes, "starting over" indeed. Not only was a hypocrite in their mist, but no doubt that when he confronted the Melodious Nocturne, he would lie. He also got information that it was a blond man that he was with, and already was trying to hide him. Such petty trouble. Because now, some other man was in one of their bases, maybe searching for the intruder, from what his Sorcerer had told, and with none other than Sora. Demyx placed them all in jeopardy for his lack of mind. And this was not going to be taken lightly for the water wielder when they meet face to face. Larxene just tilted her head innocently, this time, not faking it as she kind of pouted, watching as her hand was being pulled away by Axel from his spikes. They were quite amusing, really. Like a porcupine. She smiled toothily at that. Maybe that's what she can call him to maybe irritate him a little. Porcupine. Or even Hedgehog. And no matter what he said, his hair was the shade of a tomato. She didn't notice it before, but, really, when she looked back at it, it did. Especially when it was contrasted with white washed walls. Studying his hair color more as if to confirm this fact, she then concentrated on her hand being held, noticing even in her stupor that it hadn't been let go of. She blinked, looking up at him questionably, but not quite so. When had she...when did she have her hands uncovered? Her expression turned into confusion for a second as she attempted to dig into her brain for the answer, before realization hit as she remembered taking them off while eating that food. Yes...and she put them somewhere in her coat. Or pants. Still, that wasn't the distraction she was experiencing, as her body tensed a little automatically, feeling uncomfortable, just not exactly in the bad way she expected. Her body prickled and her blood started to rush more quickly...she couldn't even deny that, but she didn't make a attempt to let any of that show as he kept her gaze on him as well, steadily, wondering why he was...was he liking the feel of her skin? Shifting her aquatic orbs around his face, she then eyed his overall body vaguely, trying not to be too apparent, at least. That sudden hunger she had felt before came back with a thick flutter on her stomach, around a little more below, and she knew by its grip, that it had nothing to do with food hunger this time. Yet, she liked to think of it in that matter anyway...because, really...it was ridiculous. Things that she had thought she had abandoned long ago were returning. That was in the past...and that shouldn't carry over to the present. Not those ones. Dislike. Despise. Disgust. They were welcomed. The rest were long gone...and should have disappeared. She was still bitter, and she did have some hatred boiling somewhere for Axel, but it was lost now without her doing much of expressing it for some reason. Maybe drinking a lot was the cause, she surely felt loose. The partying mood, to let things go, for once. If it was any other place, she perhaps wouldn't have let Axel get near within a ten foot pole without somehow wanting to break his pretty face. No. FACE. Not pretty face. Face. She shouldn't be thinking in that matter about him. Then again, that would be taking back her words, because she did already admit to him that he was handsome...in some, special way. As well as some other Organization members having good-looks; he wasn't the only one, so it wasn't this big of a deal as she, for a moment, believed with the atmosphere between them. Yeah, she definitely must be intoxicated. Making her feel and thinks things she didn't need, want, or...even twist the idea any longer. She let out a long breath as his fingers slightly felt hers, and she was suspecting if he was doing this on purpose to throw her off or play with her. And she glared slightly in small anger and annoyance at what things he can still pull no matter how much "different" he was trying to come as, her defenses going back up, and her attitude about to go full throttle. But before she could do something, he had freed it, and she took her hand by her side rather roughly, hearing him talk with a set face, though he was getting a bit blurry to see. Hmm...the effects. However, some words that stood out drifted pass her contemplations, making her frown. Aw, crap...was the thought in Larxene's, somewhat dazed and light headed, mind, as Axel reminded her of the upcoming hang over that she was aware will come once she wakes up and sleep off the alcohol. If they make it to the castle tonight, she just predicted Xemnas was to have a meeting early. One, because he was Xemnas. He was an ass. And two, because, obviously, with this return, they were to have one. And this was exactly why she didn't want to go back; lack of freewill. Unlike what she was doing now - whatever she wanted. If she didn't comprehend that there was no real escape from it, she still hated the thought. Even while drunk. Or maybe so drunk. Tipsy? God, she didn't even know. At least she knew better than to drink anymore by this point, that shot was her very last one for the whole adventure. What snapped her out of her thoughts, was when her hand was held again by Axel, making her freeze for a good minute, yet, this time, she just gave a sideways glance. A hard one, as he needed to stop doing that and making her question some aspects that she'd rather not go in. But, she also didn't make a effort to break it, and just let him guide her. It was pointless to start a argument. Nonetheless, as she followed, she felt as if she was forgetting something, the type of when you were about to leave the house and go check around many times to see if something was missing that you should've gotten, because somehow, you knew there was a item that you swore you were thinking of taking with you. And she figured out what when she saw her bag of money on Axel, who was carrying it like the chivalrous gentleman he ever so was. Roll of eyes. But she halted midway through the portal, stopping him too. Mulling over what she was going to do, because it was really, really, truly, unlike her, and will cause people to question their sanity, she pointed at the bag, her expression stern as she turned to Axel, "Hey...we won't be needing that money, right? If we are leaving this world..." She didn't wait for a answer as she extended her hand for it, gesturing to give it to her.
You're manipulator too?! D: What is up with all the manipulation? xD *cough* And...maybe the kid likes you? *gets shot* I've heard of Imeem,...
Tch xP. And...who knows about Xeltic. He's kind of the...damn, how you say that? On and off member? >.> By the way, what the hell happened to...
...why the hell are you all responding to this? >.> It seems next time I got to take it over PM.
Look, I don't really care what you did to escape Xemnas >.>. The other two trapped and imprisoned are going to get out soon once Xemnas talks to...
Xaldin is going to get whipped by Xemnas then. Seriously. Either he goes, or Xeltic and Xaries [how the hell is it spelled? >/] are to be forced...
Yeah, which is why I don't really care :P. And as I said, don't worry. In the words of Obama: I GOT THIS. You'll have your members back soon...
