Stopping midway through pulling one of the shards from his arm, Xaldin shot a glare towards Larxene. Ripping the piece of glass out with a slight grunt, he brandished it in her direction. "How about I throw these at you?" He had managed to create quite a collection of the shards.
Still not in the best of moods, Xaldin only barely kept from summoning one of his lances. With a growl, he fired back, "You're all so quick to lay the blame on someone else. Maybe you should find the real culprit!" Still growling, he began to pick the glass from his elbow.
Suffering every bit as much as the others in the van, except Zexion, of course, Xaldin finally lost some control over his temper. Bringing his arm up, the Lancer smashed his elbow into the window next to him. When the glass shattered, he'd finished cursing the window shards that had embedded themselves in his arm, and some of the foul stench started to vacate the cramped vehicle, he finally defended himself. "It was NOT me."
Growling, Xaldin peeled his forehead from the window. Turning his gaze on the others, he did his best to keep his voice calm and asked, "Would you mind shutting the hell up?" It was obvious, though, that he was about ready to kill all of them. (And in my head, that's not quite what he said. ^_^; )
Relieved that Xemnas had finally shown up, Xaldin lessened his glare somehwat. Until Axel moved to the open seat. Cursing under his breath, he hit his forehead against his window. "Can we just leave so that we can get out of this forsaken van?"
Not terribly interested in sticking with Mickey and Xemnas, Xaldin had wandered off on his own, working his way to the main court. The podium stood in its usual spot, white furred tenant missing along with everyone else. Lying on its small desk was another one of the cards. Picking it up, the Lancer took to mind the fact that there might be more of the cards around.
Dude, this sounds awesome. I'm a not a band geek, but I'm the next closest thing out there. Zaah for the "orch dorks.' Anyways, mind if I claim Xaldin? And...I get the feeling he'd be good in drumline. ^^; Let me know if that's a bad choice? Seriously hadn't given this any thought before now. But I love the idea.
Failing to get his window open, it was one of the ones that apparently wasn't supposed to, Xaldin faced forward and settled for glaring at the back of the seat in front of him. It was going to be a very long trip with him trapped in the airlessness of the van.
"I've been here the entire time," he brusquely answered. Looking at Xemnas, he gave a curt nod. "Superior. Outside of the replica Marluxia's explanation, I know nothing about our situation." Just because they were in some kind of competition to see who was strongest didn't mean he would turn against Xemnas so soon.
Why that cocky-No. He wasn't going to lose his temper before they even left. He got into enough trouble as it was. To keep himself from snapping at the neophyte, Xaldin began fiddling with his window. If it wasn't going to open, they would certainly run into further complications.
Still coping with the unsettling physics of where he'd appeared, Xaldin finally decided that it was time to move and save his sanity. Going through the only door he could find, he emerged into the forest above Xemnas and Mickey. Pausing for a moment to adjust to being right-side-up again, he jumped down to where they were and listened to their conversation.
He was going to be stuck in a van with the rest of the Organization for an undetermined amount of time. Of course he was unhappy. Taking a moment to further glare at Roxas, Xaldin stated, "The Superior's driving and he hasn't said where we're going."
"Good for you, Xigbar," Xaldin muttered. Turning his head to look at Roxas, he clarified, "We don't have a limo. And don't sit by Axel unless you actually want to deal with one of my lances being stuck through the both of you." He took it back. Being stuck in the castle would be better than going with everyone else.
When Marluxia faded, Xaldin cursed again. That hadn't answered anything! After a moment of silently fuming about the lack of progress, he noticed that he was standing...on the ceiling? What the hell? With a sudden unease, he realized that Xigbar had a very interesting element.
Power? Might as well go for that while he was involved. "And the point of all this is?" Xaldin asked.
Now that was just lovely. It was a freaking tournament of some kind? Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Xaldin managed to deepen his glare, frustration starting to show through. "Anything else we should know about what we've unwillingly been involved in?"
What a surprise. As if they couldn't tell that when they were supposed to be dead. Forcibly keeping from rolling his eyes, Xaldin prompted, "And?"
"Then tell us already." The dragoon shifted, leaning the weapon casually against his shoulder while glaring at Marluxia.
Still holding one of his lances, Xaldin asked, "Why don't you? Unless you want it pulled out a different way." Torture was always an option. (And that would be yay for posting at the same time. ^^; )
Not wanting to lose his chance to claim a window seat, he couldn't stand being stuck between two of the others, Xaldin stowed his bag and took over the one closest to the front. "No one is moving me from the window seats," he growled, making his claim final.
