OOC: RA, I'll get you the recap soon. Need to do it. *cracks knuckles* "I am to think her spine was affected once she had crashed into the wall," Xemnas expanded clearly, moving a few steps backwards to let Vexen through, his expression empty and devoid of any sort of emotion to avoid anyone reading what he was thinking. "The hand holding is something I will not stand for. Most are forgetting that we are devoid of emotions, which has been ignored lately. We cannot forget this, or what we are." "Here you go," Vexen said, dancing around Xemnas's words, roughly shoving the water and pill to Marluxia, not exactly fond of the man as well. He did not trust or like his arrogance, specifically speaking. Thinking that he should explain, he went on to say as he crossed his arms indignantly, a frown on his face, "The pill should heal and restore whatever ache, pain, or broken bone is done to her spine. However, it does not only work for that, but many parts of the body. It will certainly help her, if that's what you're worried about." He wanted to get this over quickly, and get back to his laboratory. Xemnas simply gazed at the woman. "Marluxia, I suggest you wake her up and give the medicine sooner than later. I do not want to waste much time here, and you are perhaps the only one who she will want to be waken up from."
I'll check the game out later xD. Rawr. Zexion's the voice of Tuxedo Mask/Darien from Sailor Moon. Larxene is the Wendy's girl....actually, to put it plainly, we have a interesting set of voice actors for the CoM crew: Spoiler
"As a matter of fact, yes, I do have something to say to her," Xemnas confirmed with a quiet tone of voice after contemplating in silence for a long while, his eyes resting cryptically on Marluxia's hand grabbing Larxene's own and soothing her, never mind the words he had spoken. There was definitely something wrong with the constant display of false emotions from his members when they should know better, to the point where he is now bearing witness to affectionate movements. This was seemingly getting out of control, and there was a definite need to remind everyone of what they are, and what they don't possess. He did not predict that him and Larxene's close bond as this much serious. Narrowing his eyes, he demanded, "Enough of that nonsense. Do not present holding hands in my presence." The conversation was interrupted when a dark portal appeared, Vexen materializing from it with a pill and a glass of water in his hands. He had stood there, flickering his vision from Xemnas, to Larxene, to Marluxia, and then to the held hands, and the cycle was repeated once or twice before he finally concluded that what he was seeing was actually real. Looking precisely at the grasp Marluxia had on Larxene, he widened his eyes a bit in befuddlement, before placing a blank and neutral appearance on his expression. It didn't stop him from asking, "Did I miss something?" "Apparently, that would make two of us," he remarked acidly, staring at Marluxia with a displeased facade, and almost glaring in warning to let her go, before stepping nearer to the bed, going by the side. He heard Vexen follow behind him, and he glanced over at the blonde female sleeping soundlessly, not noting the certain letter hidden, and squashed by her under side, saying with a harder tone, "You will need to wake her, Marluxia. And Vexen, it will do good for him to also give Larxene the necessary medicine, as I doubt she will be thrilled to have you hand it to her." Vexen scoffed. "The 'feeling', if any, would be mutual. That I can agree with in its entirety."
Xemnas had taken his place at the helm of his throne as the darkness vanished, feeling much more better at the fact that they had more of a open space for discussion, and not huddled up in one specific corner. His rooms were not one to hold meetings, and he would prefer it that way. Glancing over silently at the rest who had followed orders, so he is to expect that old habits did die hard, and this could be much easier than he anticipated, laid still. As he calmly rested, he waited until the area was quieted, and even then, he did not speak. For a moment, the dead air was stagnant, as he eyed each and everyone one of them, including the new addition that had spoken up with a less than respectful response. It was there he had affirmed, "Now that we are present, questions can be asked before I thoroughly explain the reason of why you are all here, once more." With a swift shift of his eyes, he focused on the vacant seats, his lower Nobodies already making work of informing the missing members of the matters and that they are to report to Where Nothing Gathers, not that they had a choice otherwise. He had them trapped in places made by him where he could transport them by his very own power, as well as Roxas, who was in high imprisonment due to his ability, and he was still deciding whether or not to bring him out. He was particularly concentrating on the twelfth throne, where a female figure should be there in her place. It did not escape him of what she was trying to do, as even Marluxia himself, he could somehow sense, was nearby and in familiar territory, Castle Oblivion. He will be taken care of if he did not show up, personally by him. Vexen, of course, he knew he would report. But she? "It seems one is rather fond of escaping amongst her past betrayal. I predict this would be quite difficult, and so, I will need a member to bring her back, as simple warnings won't affect her. Of course, is someone who is willing to confront her, and have as much willpower and stubbornness as she possesses. Due to Marluxia's lack of presence, and in how I doubt he would be as forceful to get her because of certain partnership, any volunteers? Or will I have to choose?" There was a pause. "And healers don't count as they don't typically do field work." He gave Demyx a sort of look as if this was a consequence to his suggestion. "You know, popping up unexpectedly is given me the chill to the point that next time you do it, I might rip out your organs, and play jump rope with your intestines. Capiche?" Larxene pleasantly remarked with a small smile as she turned to face the jester once more, her hea vy baggage still given her quite the difficulty, yet, she exuded complete indifference. Surprisingly, the guy just grinned, and did a little ditty dance, not taking in the crucial fact that she was actually serious. "Oooh, you do have some strong personality, don't you? Too bad my intestines are not that enjoyable, unfortunately. I would've given it all for free as long as I have my visceral fluids intact!" She raised a eyebrow. And she left it at that. "But, she looks like she can kill you with the murderous look on her face, oh dear! We can't have that! No, no , no!" That was the sudden and out of nowhere appearance of his mini-me hand puppet that he took out from seemingly the air, and was exposing his ventriloquist skills with a high pitched voice for it, by the way. Larxene simply sniffed at the presentation, only glaring when he quickly, again with those irritating fast movements, rested his elbow on one of her shoulders, while in her other, was the mini puppet jester of himself, peering at her closely with those tiny, freaky biddy black eyes all in her face. If it was one thing she hated, was the invasion of her personal space. Unless she did it to someone else. She didn't care if that was hypocritical. It was damn fun to do. To other people. Not her. It pissed her off, and she committed bodily harm to those who dare do so. She resisted from cutting off the guy's hand, however. She already concluded he was insane. And you couldn't blame a person for being mentally unstable. "Oh, but she's such a elegant and pretty thing, isn't she? Does good work of a performance, indeed..." he said to the little guy, putting his hand on his chin as in mock wonder, and then went to ruffle her head, in which he dodged the lethal punch that was aimed at him in turn by mere seconds, wasps of wind the only thing he felt. He merely settled himself on her shoulder where the puppet once was, the puppet itself now in front of her, clapping. "Nice move, wasn't it?" "Nice, nice move! She's like one of those vixen people, right?" the "puppet" asked innocently, tilting his head very annoyingly ot the side. "She is beautiful! Maybe she could use this to her acts!" Larxene glowered, patience nearly flying off, and if it was not for the heavy pack of money in her arms, or the fact that she was trying to disguise her abilities, that punch would've landed, and the jester would've been incinerated by this point in time. Oh, he better be grateful for his good luck. Not even compliments of her aesthetics will stop her from murder. "You mean, vixen? A attractive woman that takes advantage of men? Perhaps," he chose to state, thinking once more on entertaining the idea when he fell silent. Larxene growled enough to make the guy widen his eyes. "Men are worthless, scumbags, waste of space and time, and should be eradicated of their race. If they took the time to notice that we're the ones that gave them life, then they should expect that we can take it away, those damn, disgusting vile-" The puppet put a hand over his half opened mouth. "Oooooooh, potty mouth, girl has." The jester tsked. "That's very unattractive now." "Yeah, well, try living with twelve of them for God's sakes, and then you'll tell me whether you come up to be sane after it. With men, there aren't good ones, so you have to lower your standards, and I, for one, do not seek them actively, so watch when you call me a vixen, or I'll give you quite the shock," she warned threateningly, not mentioning the fact, that yeah, she used her feminine lure and qualities to deceit men and all, here and there a few times, but it was for the greater good, and this jester didn't need to know anyway. All of them were b@stards - Axel included. But that was obvious, and have no need for a explanation. Calling her bitter would be a understatement. She really detested the topic of men. Her nostrils flaring, she pushed him off for the second time, and started to walk off, tired of his presence, and of his overall aggravation. "Whoa Whoa! Hold it there. No need to get all your undies all in a twist, now!" She watched him bored, the puppet gone, at least, thankfully, as he intercepted her pathway of leaving, which placed her in one of her worst moods as of yet. Stopping, she gave him the nasty look of doom, and for once, it made him smile sheepishly and somewhat squirm. Hmph. Good. This time, he turned back to the stern countenance he had before, thinking that the female wasn't fond of jokes, and he needed to get to the point before she did decide to fully ignore him. "Really, who are you? You're quite the interesting newcomer. I dare say, you put up quite the show. Amazing, I couldn't even spot the tricks you've managed. I would warrant that you're a foreign gypsy, but then I do not want to jump to conclusions. Hmm." Larxene blinked. Gypsy? Her eyebrows crunched together, and she stared at him for a moment, having a vague idea who those were. She wasn't uneducated. What she didn't know was that doing a performance just for the sake of getting easy money would get her that title. The jester had a habit of speaking to himself, she noticed, and he never met anyone quite eccentric as him. Except maybe Xigbar. Yet, this seemed to be working out in her favor, and if garnering her role as a gypsy, which she could guess were the ones putting up the acts for the audience, this could be a actual positive twist, as it could be the job she had toyed with in her thoughts. She might not be a gypsy now, but she could be in time. Make her way up. With that, she pretended to let it appear as if he had hit a jackpot, and tried to ignore him as she made a move to leave, only to be blocked. Smirking inwardly, but her expression furious outwardly, she snarled, "Is none of your business." "If you say so," he replied, back to his jovial and cheery demeanor, but he took out a card, and placed it on her busy hand, and he glanced amused as she attempted to get a good hold of it with her pack of winnings getting in the way, obviously curious. With a raised index finger, he got close to her face once more, making her give him a unappreciative fierce scowl, but a sly glint was in his eyes as his voice lowered, "If you happened to change your mind, this is where you'll find me." Larxene narrowed her eyes suspiciously, yet kept pursuing to check out the card given, and as she somehow managed to look over the top of her bag, she spotted the name Clopin Trouillefou in black, bold print, and a kind of small map under it from what she could tell. Looking back up at him, she wasn't surprised when she found he was gone, and just continued on her way once no one was going to halt her steps this time unfazed. She might think about it, it wasn't like she had anything to lose, really. How she accomplished from not slashing him to death throughout the whole thing, nevertheless, was a feat she was quite proud of.
Zexion, Vexen, Lexeaus Axel, Larxene, Vexen, Marluxia *throws chicken* Gotta learn your anagrams, darn it!! D< =3
Is a angelic formed Nobody, that apparently, he rules over, considering that the thing pretty powerful in itself, and listens to his orders. But, it is a Nobody, overall. Not much is known about it otherwise.
OOC: YES! 8D Fluffy-chan! How I miss thee and his nest in Axel's redheaded forest of hair...T-T. I'm sure he will love it if Axel ever dressed him in Org. uniform. Darn you, Nymph, darn you...[well, she did come back for it, so I should be darning CG...]
OOC: YESH. A Org. Moogle for 358/2 Days. Proof is right here on KH-Vids. Awesomeness. How they got the outfit, is unknown, but they are hip now. I literally LOLed when I saw that. Yay! Christmas happiness! =D Glad to see you still have the Moogleness in you. However, now figuring out the name of Axel's moogle is bothering me.
OOC: OMG! Organization XIII Moogle from the new Jump V scans in the front page! - http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i188/StarChipette/Ansem Retort/3.png If Rivals was still alive now, I would've so made Axel's pet Moogle [I forgot his name already T-T] get dressed up this way xD. That is pure pwnage. And of course: "I suppose now it is time for us to visit our awaiting female member," Xemnas formulated to Vexen, after watching Axel head out to find the rogue ninth member. Whether he succeeded or not, Demyx's fate was chosen by himself, and only himself. Whatever happened next, would happen. It is not old news that all of them knew the consequences for heading off, or leaving. It was not much to think about, in the end of it all, as he stood there to see the elder's answer. Vexen gave out a annoyed breath, not looking forward in whichever way at facing that irate blonde woman, who took any opportunity to insult him, yet he understood that he could not refuse as well. Might as well get a heal for her injured back, something that was heavily emphasized, and what was most crucial. "I will meet you there, Sir. I will pick up a good medicinal pill that would cure her of any back aches, and arrive shortly." "Very well," he had affirmed, knowing that Vexen wouldn't dare lie to him, or try to pull any questionable stunt. With a slight bow from the 4th, he watched as Vexen disappeared in a sphere of black, and he also followed suit by passing through the Corridor of Darkness. He was aware that the girl did not like when others came into her room without permission, but he was not any normal member, and he knew it would not be a problem once he got there. As he surfaced into Larxene's quarters, his glowing orange eyes searching, the first soul he had spotted was Marluxia standing by the window, then to Larxene, who was apparently in slumber.
OOC:...OMG, people! =D Now, I have to keep track of what my three characters are doing [Roxas in TT, Larxene somewhere in some ocean, and Xemnas researching], even if I don't have any idea yet what to write ^^;. It would come soon.
OOC: iPods exists? o.O I'll give a chance for Demyx to hide it by posting as Xemnas in the next reply [and is better for me that way and some people who are taking vacations]. A young girl with pale blonde hair sat on her seat, the vacant room empty of all other souls, but her, as she drew and colored in a sketch pad, with a magical pencil scratching over the page. It was silent, as always, and it would always be this way. She had come to terms with being isolated again when she, for some reason, got pulled out from Kairi and woke up in the very familiar room and situation. It upset her, and she fought it, not wanting for history to repeat itself, but it was useless. She was here; entrapped, locked, and a prisoner once more. She had tried to portal, the ability being learned throughout her own adventures, but it appeared that she was blocked from doing so by a sort of force or shield, and it was with this, and the realization, that she spilled tears that were swelling in her eyes. It had been long after she had cried, and she had sought comfort in doing what she did best as she waited for her fate; draw. Inside, hopefully, she had faith that her role won't be to be used again, not anymore. She won't do it. She won't stand for it this time. She didn't want to harm or hurt anyone else ever again if she could, even with her life. Her powers were quite useless now after the plan had first failed, and Sora won't fall for it twice, and neither would Riku, who was there. So what was her purpose? Why was she here? For studies again? Whichever the case... She didn't think of the worst. Larxene, after a while of plotting, and by the second performer, had quickly decided that she'll enter the stage her way. And, by this, the rest of the lined acts waiting will have to hold on for the few more minutes. She had slipped close into the back of the stage, going over the masses of people going overboard nuts on just the simplest tricks, and was standing there in a hidden spot until the person finished. It wasn't long, and as he took the exit while she stepped out of her shadowed corner, he sent her a polite smile as he wiped his forehead. From what she inspected, most of the performers were on the other side in preparation to "magically" appear, and without having to waste time, she slithered forward to get to the stage, only to have someone block her way immediately. Frowning at the familiar outfit, and letting out a irritated breath, she glanced up to find the stupid face of that annoying- "I knew you were to be kept a eye on," he stated, for the first time, his expression stern, and his tone much more darker, and almost threatening as he glowered at the blonde girl before him. He narrowed his own eyes. "What are you up to?" He moved closer. She smiled calmly as she shrugged, her lips showing through her hooded features, not being intimidated. "I was about to perform. Whatever do you think I would do?" Suddenly, she pretended to pull out something as she pushed him roughly unexpectedly, making him crash to a wooden wall, letting her "invisible smoke bomb" fall to the floor as she made sure to portal with more haze and puffs of purple and black to make it believable, her figure to be hidden within its depth to lessen suspicion as she made her escape with a twirl of her battered and brown cloak that was over her more slick black one. Was it a risk? Of course. But she needed that money, and besides, she could handle anything this jester threw at her. A army, even. In the same manner she disappeared in front of that clown, she materialized on top of the stage the same way, halting the person who was going next from moving to his turn. However, she made it more of a show by adding a explosion of lightning for further excitement, and it worked as loud yells and the roar of the crowd pounded in her ears all over the surroundings. Larxene had to admit that she liked the attention [when did she not?], and she might get used to this, after all. Giving a graceful, lady-like bow and a curtsy done perfectly when she pulled her hood off to show her face, she waved a hand up for emphasis on her entrance, and it riled up the people once more. My God, this was too easy. She almost couldn't think when she felt her nerves acting, in excitement and...nervousness, though she knew it was from memories. She always did forget that she didn't have a Heart, and it was a habit she was willing to end after everything that happened. Despite what some tend to portray her as, she wasn't exactly the best when it came to a...gathering either, and being in the spotlight. Still, she had to do a introduction now, right? She had to come up with something fast, as she had never done this before, so she followed on what she herself had witness. With a fake, but very convincing energetic and happy voice, as if she was glad and honored to be here, she greeted them after checking out for that jester, "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready to see a real show?!" While she inwardly puked, the mob bought her words with love as they cheered and whooped to their heart's content. If only she could do the same. "Well, you got yourself one!" In a instant, not at all knowing what she was going to present, but winging it anyway, she used her abilities again to slowly hover and hover up in the air as she pretended to be casually walking a hill, floating, and took in the admiration as she saw everyone watch in awe. She gave them a giddy little wave down as she lingered above them, rushed whispers and other mutters spreading, though the smiles and grins were unmistakable. When she finally got back to the stand, it was there that they decided to holler so loud, that she swore she felt the very stage shake, and one even went to demand how she had done it. Larxene, playing the role of actor well, instead of flicking the finger to the rude pest, she simply gave a sly wink, and placed a finger to her lips in a hush movement...resembling what she had done to a certain redhead once in a castle of forgotten memories, making her feel disgusted. "A magician never reveals her tricks." This got a couple of howls and wolf whistles from the men, and she frowned mentally along with a roll of her eyes as she kept going. Right after her sentence, she pulled out the kunai between her fingers, making the rest yelp in anticipation. In a bag that was meant for the other rejected performer, she already had a full brim of money inside from the masses to compensate enough to get herself a good place to rest, buy clothes, and many more, as coins and bills were scattered around the platform just by that trick alone, to be collected later by her, of course. How generous were people here. Hmm. With her weapons out, having made certain it was almost to appear as it had come from her sleeves, she held one up to show-off to the horde. "Now, I will swallow one of these knives, one by one. Everyone get closer to see this feat and see that this is no sure illusion." Her words were followed as they all flocked nearer to the stage, craning their sights everywhere to see the experience, and she teasingly tilted her neck back for her head to tip backwards, opening her mouth as she held one of her kunai above. This got mumbles of people in shock, screams and utter amazement as she saw some females hold each other in anxiousness, and it wouldn't be done with some pumped up claps from them as her ears tickled with the dropping of coins, coins, and coins. In a instant, she slipped the kunai down deep into the caverns of her mouth, letting it sink and make it appear as if she was gulping it, while in reality, she was disappearing bit and bit of the metal once it reached close to her throat. When she was finished "swallowing", she straightened up, and bowed again, and people, in complete astonishment, applauded in what was a earthquake, stomps made, and shouts of more being hollered at her. She obeyed, and went back to the previous position after she cried, "Watch as I eat even more!" Holding up the kunai in a overly dramatic fashion, she started with the tip in her lips, and slowly repeated the procedure. She didn't stop as she drowned all the eight kunai, to the point where everyone was in a energized uproar. When she stood up right the second time, she gave another curtsy, "Thank you! Thank you! You're all wonderful!" Yeah right, she thought with much chagrin. She, not knowing what else to do without giving herself away to the point where she would be labeled a witch, rather than a magician, took her goodbyes as she waved for the last time, which made her audience quite upset. Now they began whining, and booing, and didn't want her to leave as they begged for more tricks, even throwing even MORE extra coins for her to stay. She apologized with a shrug as she hurriedly went over to gather together all her winnings, and place them in the heavy sack, making sure she got all the pieces and not miss a single one. This, however, took a while, and she had to endure on calming the swarm of people, which was getting her into a very angry mood because of the pressure. She breathed in relief once she had everything, and closed the bag, lifting it up, only to almost fall forward at the weight. Regaining her balance as she carried the thing with both her arms, struggling, yet her Nobody strength kept it up, with a flurry, and a last grin, she vanished in the exact action she entered, only it was more difficult to pull off due to the baggage. So she made up for it with having her power over electricity fizzle out and perform a light show of fireworks and other sparkles, raining upon them, breathing haggardly as she walked off, only halfway using the portal, as to not let her be questioned by the others who were behind the stage. The moment she reached ground, exhausted, she groaned when she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder. Fantastic.
"I am not going to make promises, Axel. If the situation touches on his intentions on running away, it will depend on that what I will do. However, I will give the chance for him to be brought back, and for him to explain himself," Xemnas declared, eyeing the red haired man blankly, though everyone here knew that was just a mask, as if it is one thing that he would not stand for, is traitors and others who defect. With Demyx having a sure reason for having left, he guessed, he will be given the option of continuing to live. "Now, I suggest you do not waste any more time. I feel he has come to a certain encounter..." Vexen sighed, shaking his head again. This was getting tiring, and he now believed that being a Superior wasn't really worth it with the responsibility that came with it.
It's simple: it was a mistranslation. In the Japanese version, Roxas asks clearly "Why did it pick you?", not "he"; "it". So really, is not even a point of discussion, and is no real mystery.
OOC: Carne Asada is not here. She will definitely be eaten whenever she comes back :D. Either way, I'm taking Demyx ;P. He had been silently spyi-he meant, looking, at one of his closest friends, talking to another one of his friends, the only girl who had sat on their table once in a while other than Tifa. This was highly interesting, he admitted to himself. He had never pegged Zexion, of all people, to be actively seeking or liking a girl. The only relationship he ever had, as Axel had said once, was with his books, and that was all he needed in life until he died. Of course, Demyx disagreed, as someone needed someone to be there for them one day or soon, and Zexion was no exception. Then again, he didn't know why he was taking Axel seriously in the first place. He was known to be insane. It's been awhile since he had seen the redhead, however, and, he didn't know why, but he felt it hadn't been that long ago at all when he did see him. He remembered, though very vaguely, him going through the halls, and finding Axel fighting with some blond man. Destruction and loud sounds were there, and he was somehow standing to witness it, and had also noted Tifa there. Nevertheless, he couldn't really put it in grasp whether it was a dream or did it really happen. It was foggy, distant, and he wasn't sure what to truthfully make of it. He also recalled Axel mentioning liking someone really strongly, though he wouldn't specifically tell him who. He was planning on asking him about these troubles that bothered him when he saw him again. Despite this fact, it didn't stop him from missing his friends, and always being lonely more usual now that they barely hung out anymore, so when Angel had left, he came out of his hiding place...er, place of watch, and stepped out with a big grin, cheerfully running to his male companion, and crashing into him with a big, manly hug, slapping his back quite roughly. "Zexion! Where have you been? Ditching us for a girl, huh?"
Larxene smiled slightly when she heard Marluxia's answer through her foggy and now not very conscious mind, and he made it sound so much as truth, that she believed him. As long as he wasn't the cause of her death, it was fine, because maybe then, she might be able to slowly regain her trust in people, and humanity itself, back a little, when a person she trusted didn't betray her for once. She did feel a slight guilt that he was doing all this for her when she was still doubting him, being here, and even rubbing his thumb over her hand softly to make her body unwind, which she definitely liked. She found it very therapeutic, and it drifted her more into her sleep, his next words becoming very low and almost distant, but she listened, and was able to make it out. She wanted to reply to his giving his trust to her, and that he revealed that there was more to the plan than what he told her, but her soul was already tired and draining into slumber. They could talk any time, she thought, and about whatever topic soon when she woke up and was ready and active. Those thoughts revolved around in her head as she finally succumbed to the world of dreams not moments later, comfortable, protected, and completely in serene. It was why she was out when Demyx had come to her room, and laid a letter on top of her chest, not aware of her surroundings or who was leaving as she was lost into a mental void. Nevertheless, it didn't stop her from shifting and sighing when her skin felt the slight touch of lips on her cheek, something that was oddly familiar to her in natural instinct that didn't feel like Marluxia, but dismissed it as she drifted somewhere else as she traveled throughout her unconscious plane, in another reality. The truth wouldn't be found until she opened her eyes later on, and discover the envelope left for her and only her. Xemnas, about to head into Larxene's bedroom, stopped as something flashed pass his senses, and his expression turned to that of complete seriousness as he processed what was happening now as he moved. Reverting his attention to Axel once more, he eyed the redhead with much warning, his eyes narrow. "Also, I should tell you to really go after Demyx quickly if you want to stop him from doing a grave mistake."
OOC: I keep forgetting. Normal weapons can't work on them, right? But this doesn't go for the Organization's own? Larxene was focused as the portal grew bigger, and expanded as more members followed to provide their help on maintaining the Corridor. The strain on holding it together now that twelve others were in this had become less, but it seemed someone was determined not to let anyone pass, as it still kept pressuring and kept attempting to drive them out. When she knew it was time to go, she took a breath, reminding herself of her previous thoughts and resolutions when she had sat on her seat, and pondered over her death, nonexistent life, and what she will leave behind if something did happen; and she had nothing. She scowled. Even with all that, she wasn't going to like it. Death a second time around wasn't exactly exciting. But she was wasting time wondering over things she already went through, and with a last glance at everyone, she stepped cautiously, not knowing what can come at her in the darkness, let alone in a place where she wasn't wanted. This was difficult. She had to be aware of the surroundings, but also hold unto the portal just as much as the rest of them, and her body felt as such. Looking behind her at the hazy purple and black leftover, she closed her eyes, only to reopen them, before she fully moved. Larxene did know why she was doing this already from her previous conclusion, and why escaping herself won't work, and may in fact, put her more as a target. She just wished that she could abandon them all. As she made her way to Betwixt And Between, she found everything soundless, undisturbed, peaceful, and silent, and she found the hairs in the back of her neck stand up in warning. Not a creature, not a miniscule titter or scampering of feet, and she knew this was bad. Too much silence to this extent was bad, and she knew she wasn't going to be alone in a while, if her experience said anything. She didn't see or notice anything as well, just clouds of Darkness with the slight trails amount of light moving about the corridor as though there were smoke with the smallest breeze. It was time. She automatically halted her steps, her big, aquatic eyes narrowing in preparation as she shifted her vision to the side when she sensed a rift in the stagnant air. Damn it all. This was the last thing she needed. The Organization was already struggling enough to get her through, and now she had to take up time to fight. She witnessed gray mists forming into beings with red, glowing eyes, with metallic looking translucent skin that were anything, but soft and smooth like lesser Nobodies, but bumpy, and almost infected, and claws on thin feet and elongated fingers. Their outer appearance was odd as well, as they seemed to be wearing "clothes", yet more like battered tunics, with white, thin hair flowing in what appeared to be invisible wind. When they grinned their mouths to reveal fangs, she took her stance, watching as they hovered almost like Xemnas's own Sorcerer Nobodies, genderless, and crying and whining soft sounds of wistfulness and sadness. She wriggled her nose in distaste, knowing she had to come to a decision; to keep on or do a little dance with these new enemies. In the end, however, she charged, powerful tendrils of white and yellow lightning shining and exploding throughout the Darkness. After the trio of friends nodded and waved goodbye, Sora had grabbed Naminé's hand right away, and practically flew out of the secret spot, knowing he was hastily and crazily late, and he dragged the blonde girl, much to her chagrin, down the alley and out in a matter of a few seconds. When he reached the place where they had left everyone, both catching their breaths, he discovered that they had been...ABANDONED! He couldn't believe it! They left him! Pouting, he groaned as he arched his back forward in a disillusioned slump, muttering things of being impatient, or scolding himself for lasting too long when there was business and a mission to attend to. Sighing, he scratched his head, wondering what to do now, before suddenly a dark portal was opened in front of him. Blinking, he turned his head to see Naminé's hand outstretched, forgetting that she was able to conjure up a Corridor of Darkness herself, and he smiled victoriously, "Nice going, Naminé!" She smiled at him in return, but his eyebrows scrunched together when he noted that she was having a hard time keeping it open, as her face was tight, and she appeared to be fighting. He stepped up to her in concern. "Is...something wrong?" Naminé nodded, gritting her teeth as she kept trying to keep it open, not getting what was happening, but very well knew that this was perhaps the cause of that unknown being that was planning havoc that she did not understand just yet. She was aware where the rest were as well, and it was why she marked the destination. "It seems somebody doesn't want us to go through...so we got to hurry and get in..." She stared at him drastically, communicating to him quietly to get going. For a moment, he debated on whether he would go first or her, the point being to put her in a position where she was safe and can be easily protected, only to then realize that they didn't know what danger awaited on the other side, and it was crucial for him to go front, and take care of whatever may be lurking inside. Nodding to himself, he summoned the Kingdom Key in his hand with a flash of glittering light, just in case, and with his other, grabbed Naminé's arm that wasn't busy focusing on going head to head with the portal, and she glanced at him for a second questionably. "I'm going in only if I'm certain you're right behind. Do you think you can do that?" She ogled at him almost in befuddlement, but she gave a nod again, and, while keeping her concentration on the task, she let him guide her through as they both ran into the dark purple and black void without a second thought needed. Just immediately after they got in, she felt a force pushing her backwards, and attempting to, basically, keep her out. Her body felt a immeasurable pressure, yet, she strongly held on to Sora as he did her as long as she possibly could, and they wrestled through the gravity that needed to put them down. Keeping her resilience, Naminé shut her eyes as she stumbled her legs forward, slowly, but surely, as Sora did the same. It seemed forever as they fought off the power that wanted to shove them outside, until finally, she felt herself being pulled roughly, not knowing what was going on, or if they made it. The thing was that this caused her to trip over Sora's big shoes as they both fell forward when she crashed into him in the back accidentally, when she made the effort to at least regain her balance unsuccessfully, and they both yelped as they flew onward, her lightly screaming, and the motion shocking her enough to snap her eyes open enough to see them make impact on the floor as they materialized in a dim, but familiar room. The thud resonated, though she knew well it was poor Sora who took most of the hit as she landed on top him, breaking her own fall. Moans and whimpers were heard throughout as they started to make sense of what happened in their hazy minds, as well as recognize the pain swelling in the two of them. Naminé felt her arm ache as well as part of her leg, and she thought the side of her stomach hit Sora's elbow, as there was a sharp pang that made her wince and hold her side. Sora had simply laid still and frozen, cuddling in the ground as he waited to recover, whining to himself mentally as well as outwardly on the bruise in his forehead, and the sting and burn that his red face was going through when it had made its clash with the hard floor. He also discovered in this process, the fact that while Naminé looked to be as light as a feather, the girl did hold some pounds in her, if his terribly agonizing spine was any indication. It made him wonder if Kairi was that much of a bulldozer herself, because he then had to take a mental note for the future threat she could provide. Heaving out a tired breath as he fought off the throb in his entire body, he carefully lifted his head up to see his blurry, and almost dizzy vision taking in the faces that were looking at them in surprise as they made their glorious entrance, beeps and blips flickering in his ears because of the technological equipment and the computers. With a frazzled and distorted expression, he gave them a sheepish grin. "Hi!"
I hate this depressing crap. I'm just going to pretend that I didn't peer into the Departure threads, and go in denial that they don't exist. This is damn seriously depressing that it makes my stomach nauseous. And nobody will see me on MSN until Christmas, since I'm in Michigan, and well, the person who does have a comp, doesn't have that installed, and I'm not going to disrespect and do what I want ^^;. The whole thing upsets me, though... As for Soul Reason, I think the sudden break really kind of slowed it, yet, I'm still posting in it soon, and well...*shrug*. Key characters are gone, though, and it won't be up to me alone, so I don't know what to do...
luz. KH2 had a plot? You mean going to Disney worlds, to pointless ones at that, fighting Disney villains [some repeated], and a couple of Org. members once in a blue moon to add to decoration. And then, when we rarely know anything about these said Org. members, is time to finally defeat them. You're comparing this to watching Sora be ripped apart memory by memory, a girl trapped and forced to do the said mind rape, villains as colorful as the very plot itself [who had their very own scenes], depth, shocking deaths, Riku's struggles, the darker tone/mood, etc. Not to mention, the more difficulty in gameplay. Is crazy to think that KH2 surpasses Re: CoM in any way whatsoever, of all things. Let alone plot. At least the gaming experts like IGN, and many, rate it HIGHER than KH2, which is how it should be.
OOC: I'm guessing Naminé to be part of the Organization, with the same role she had? Held in the Castle That Never Was, or Castle Oblivion again? Xemnas had slightly shifted his eyes to the cloaked member who had greeted him back rather disrespectfully, but he didn't do anything more than that glance as he concentrated on the rest that had been part of this Organization before. He did not say or moved anything when Axel had spoken, seeing that it will all be done in due time, but he did raise a sort of interested expression when Demyx had questioned him about being a Healer. It was there, that he focused on the water wielder, responding in his usual, flat, though sinister tone, "And, what pray tell, are you able to do in terms of healing?" Despite this, he covered them all in his sight. "But, these questions will be answered soon. First, let us return to Where Nothing Gathers, where is most comfortable for us all. It's been redesigned with a few chairs added, for everyone present. Or rather, some present..." He was talking of those missing members, yet, he supposed they will be taken care of once everyone was settled, and before they began. Larxene toiled and walked to the bitter ends, yet, it was apparent to her soon that she was not to make it to a good and nice place to sleep unless she got money off some way, considering they didn't take the munny she had. She knew that no matter in which world, she was to have the same problem in a certain way, except perhaps, Radient Garden, or Twilight Town. But, that was basically revealing herself, so that was few of the places where she couldn't go. She had since long taken another turn, retracing her steps back, and was now heading on the path where the "Notre Dame" stood in all its glory, and maybe she could take refuge for the while in there until she had a good grip on what exactly to do. Didn't they do that, religious people or priests? Provide for the poor and needy? She wasn't needy, but she was surely poor. It was when she got nearer that she saw a huge crowd gathering in a town square overhead, surrounding a small stage, while colorful streamers and decorations twirled around. She was about to dismiss it and go sit down somewhere where she could think, before a sound of a far off poof flickered her ears, only to then hear the roar and claps, yelps, whoops, and screams of the audience, now raising to the skies above, and she glanced to see... The freak! Or that jester. Whichever the case, or even if he was a putrid alien, she wasn't fond of him. She drew closer, nonetheless, as he was announcing the theme, and did a sort of song and dance to begin the show. She found it quite pointless, however, he worked as a magician as she found out. He popped from place to place, sat high and low on pillars, and did amazing feats to impress the admirers watching. And liked it they did, if her eardrums rattling were any indication. As she stayed at a fair distance from the onlookers, eyeing the event, for a second, she could swear that jester had stared at her, but the moment had gone before she had time to process if she wasn't imagining things. It didn't matter. What was he going to do to her? Hah. Nevertheless, she did had to keep cover, and using powers was not a option. She could still fight with her acquired martial art skills anyway. As the "jester", who was hereby to be called until further notice, vanished inside a twirling bed sheet, a performer took his place right after, and everyone went nuts again. Larxene didn't know why, as it wasn't a big deal. Oooh, the guest came. It was bland. In fact, she was just really hungry, or needed to rest, which was in her utmost priority...and the necessity of money to get it. Yet, as she was about to go, something, and it was something very great and good, caught her sight. She saw the man, the entertainer, do some fire tricks, including walking on molten lava, "create" flames from his hands, and a series of acts that had her brain spinning, and the viewers too as they threw and placed money in a handbag...much money. She hated him, and fully despised the man to perhaps the very core of her being after Castle Oblivion, even the name made her nauseous, but it did unfortunately remind her of Axel, which then made her recall who he was, a scumbag, but also a Nobody, which then related to her, and things just got put together to garner a sly and devious smirk on her face. Oh yes. It had appeared she found her job. Now, as she needed a bunch of those tinkering coins, she was to have to pull a test, and garner a reaction before making it permanent, though she was 100% positive she will ultimately succeed. To start it, she will have to find her spot on this show somehow...
