I do think it will be overly cheesy to bring them all back, rather than let us say whether they did or not [but, coming on the fact that many Heartless were destroyed in Sora's wake, plus all the others that were getting rid of the pests as well, it's safe to say that the majority have become whole]. The Org. has made too big of a impact in the KH fandom to EVER be dismissed, or to move on from. They will still be famed, loved, and appreciated. The main reason why they even have their own upcoming game that focuses on their POV [and Roxas,with the Xion girl] is because of this solely. And I doubt there are going to be villains such as them again in the series. They are a mix of colorful characters that blend into a huddled group that serves for great imagination when they interact off each other, and there's no doubt that fanfiction nor RPs, nor fanart, will ever leave them out. Face it. They left their mark permanently.
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Nice. And is so true. In fact, I personally think the Organization was KH2's saving grace.
Sure thing, I'd love to =3.
A lot of people like Riku/Xion [including me], even with the fact that her and Roxas have scenes too. Though so far, is been more of friendship, in my opinion, and I have YET to see Roxas touching her and helping her the way Riku is. It really is adorable. Perhaps it because he does remind her of Kairi, and instincts are one, because she seems so troubled, but really, Riku is just a kindhearted guy underneath, and I don't see why he genuinely is sweet to her, and by her own existence. And I have to agree with Sion. Every potential love interest that Riku may have had seems to be taken away by the Soras, rofl. Kairi, explains itself, and with Naminé, it was as close as Riku could've gotten to a female. Especially back in CoM, where she appeared to him, helped, and actually interacted. Truthfully, Namiku used to be popular in fanfiction, as back then her connections weren't made clear, and it was easy for a future pairing to be build up. Then, of course, KH2 came, things revealed, and people flowed and scurried over to Roxiné instead. Now, Namiku only shows up once in a while, or, unfortunately, as a triangle between Roxas/Riku/Naminé :/. Of course, with it being Roxiné more. But, honestly, I do prefer him with Xion. She seems not to be like Naminé in having a future person to be with [or Sora 2.0, as she's Kairi 2.0], and I really do find them likeable in how he behaves when with her. Now, I have gotten all my OTPs in order, and never have to make up a OC for one that was left behind. Sokai Roxiné Axene (the only possible choice) Rion Everyone has someone now xP.
OOC: The war for Axel. Who will succeed? O: Xemnas eyed around, some of the members appearing, and even so, some were missing, and he waited for a while longer before beginning. Larxene remained cold and impassive, and outright not giving a damn. Her face was blank, as well as her eyes, and even with him twisting her hand, and failing on making it hurt as bad it should have, she presented no response, nor a reaction. All she did was smile at him, inwardly gigling as he wanted to play the tough act. Was it agonizing? A bit. Only because of the cuts on her, since the ache on her body were more inside on her bones, and muscles, than anything. But as she stated, she was durable to pain, and she could handle it better than anyone else, especially when inflicted on her. His words were hardly getting through her, and from that moment on, she wondered when it was going to be over, not really caring what spiel he threw. At the same time, she was highly curious at what he was going to do. This was so entertaining, that it was unbelievable, so she'll let him pretend he was actually giving her something to be concerned about. It seems she got him all angry, but really, she wasn't scared of him. Why did he think he was so threatening to her? More precise, what was his interest with her at all? It was in that moment that he had pushed her and placed her on the bed, or rather, she slammed down, and while that made her kind of confused at what was the point, she still permitted him to see why he was attempting to be like her. The...position he made was rather questionable, hovering on top of her this way, pining her down on her wrists...which, oddly enough, his grip on them made it hurt less. It was like when someone wrapped them tight in a bandage, and they're just so pressed down with pressure, that the stinging kind of leaves, probably due to the lack of circulation. Either way, she simply held on to that smile, the fact that he admired Axel of all people, and called him his superior, oh God, made her want to snort in laughter right at the moment. Larxene just could not take him seriously. He was trying way too hard in her mind, and really, it came out rather posessed, than anything naturally from him. And his warning. She was so scared about not telling anyone what he did...nah, not really. She does what she wants, she talks to who she wants, she says and reveals whatever the hell she wanted, and no mullet haired pitiful Nobody was going to stop her. And when he went to slap her, her arm that he let go to attack was raised up, and she blocked the incoming strike quickly, accomplishing not letting it get the impact he was heading for. It was almost too late, and she had to shield her face by placing her hand on top, but she managed. In fact, something did smack, and she did feel some kind of impact [just not the full blow], but she wasn't positive if he noticed it wasn't the exact target. Even so, her expression hardened to that of stone, a destructive, malignant mask, and he went away before she could truly do anything that was worth disconnecting his head from his body. Now, now, she was all fine and dandy with watching and inspecting his movements, and what he was doing before wasn't harming her as much to take a initiative. Yet, when it went to actually lay a hand on her, that's where formalities ended. Thus, she wasn't going to let him do so, and she didn't. No one dares to do that, and the kid was really proving himself to be annoying, buzzing fly, that needed to be swat soon. Now that he was out of her room, finally, it was time to go back and do what she had planned before he had ever intruded, while thinking of how to get her small payback. This wasn't going to finish here. Getting up, she closed her front door, locking it securely, unfortunately not finding it broken, and went to the bathroom again in a flourish. There, seeing as the insolent spike in her side wasted her time with his whining of her thinking him as a weak existence, and still not knowing why he even cared what she thought of him, she went to take off her gloves, and then followed by her coat as she zipped it open. Putting it on top of the laundry basket, leaving her with only her black tank top, pants, and boots, Larxene inspected and studied the slashes, and those thorns really did do a number on her, they looked hideous. Red, and even her skin...it was almost like a burn, and she proceeded to search her cabinet for a cream that Vexen had specifically made for them for this kind of situation, letting out a wince. She had to put them everywhere where those coils dug deep, and since the ointment dried instantly, it wouldn't be long until she made it to Where Nothing Gathers.
Roxas stared out in the sunset, the hues of red, blue, orange and yellow trailing and striking the skies, giving it the most beautiful dye he had ever seen, as small clouds hovered above. No matter how many times he sat here, no matter how many times he had gazed into the same sunset, it never got tired, and it never stopped short of impressing and luring him in. It had been awhile since he had been on top of the clock tower, and he believed, that he never would've been able to do so again. His need and want to be free was still within him no matter whether he accepted he was Sora...no...whether he was a part of Sora or not. He was his own person, just like Naminé was, and how he was glad that he could see a familiar face every day to know that he wasn't alone. Now? Now here he was, opened, escaped, and he didn't even understand why. Sora had been frustrated, and has been feeling anxious lately, so much, that it affected him, and even when he tried to talk to him unconsciously, it only worked for a little while, before he set off once more. All he remembered was that there was bad dream, a nightmare, that was almost unrecognizable, yet, that it encompassed them both to the point where one couldn't take it...he wanted to get out, more than ever. Sora woke up, and then fell asleep after calming himself down. But, there was a difference. He was watching him from the outside. Before he knew it, he had run, run as far away, and portalled out to the one place he had always felt was warm and a home to him. Which is where he found himself now. Roxas didn't comprehend what went on, just that he was here. Perhaps it had something to do with the letter the King had sent. He wanted to rise Naminé as well, but he noted that he couldn't, or had any clue, how to do so. Will she be able to get out too? It was possible. Maybe, they thought that they will forever be within their others that they didn't contemplate the fact that they may be able to...come into the world in their own body like before. He knew he had to go back. But, nothing said he had to go back right away, he wanted to enjoy what was left.... Xemnas was long awake. So long awake. He could sense most of his members, or past members, awakening as well, all while he remained in secret in the lab...his own lab that was not approachable to anyone, but himself. A flurry of beeps and whirring from the computer and machines filled the cavern covered with advance technology, searching for information, or any fact about the current state of his castle. He had noticed, as much as everyone else, who was residing there, and before any action was given, or before he showed his presence, there was a need to understand who they were dealing with, as he attempted to hack into files, and other systems, with the disc he had created, destroying all possible defenses. It had proved to be difficult, as he had to fight the shields of a world...a world called Space Paranoids, but he had managed to overcome it again. He had been suspicious from the moment he had come back to life, and now, his pondering will be laid to rest as the screen presented him with facts and figures, gold eyes glistening with the light pouring from it. He had been here for hours on end, and going in depth into what was happening presently was harder than he anticipated. It was only now that something came up. Hmm...Husks? He typed in a few key words, logging into another mother board that might explain more about this new...phenomenon, and he blinked as a name popped in front of him after a few minutes of long searching. The SALIGIA... Larxene did not pay heed to his words, merely because it made him look more like a ignorant fool than he already was. What was he to know about what transpired between the partnership her and Marluxia had? He barely had time to even bother to figure out why they went against the Organization, so the fact that he was spitting out nonsense that he had no damn information about was pathetic. In fact, if it wasn't for the act of him lighting her cloak on fire, just a bit, she would've continued walking and not given him the time of day. She couldn't help but chuckle with a shake of her head, and simply flapped away the fire, and patted it with her hands to take it out. After a while, and when that was done, she checked the cloth, and while it was a bit burnt, she didn't particularly care for clothes. For one, she had extra of the same outfits in her closet, if it was still even there, and second, the Organization trench coat of hers has been tattered to the point of no return at one battle, no weak flame can live up to it. Composing herself, with a sharp glint of her eyes as she narrowed them, she sauntered ominously up to the redhead, her expression now darker than usual. As she reached him, she gave him a smirk, a very, twisted smirk that was unexplainable, as her tone sweetly said mockingly, "I'm going to get into your head, and predict what you are thinking. I bet you're thinking that you got the best of me, and that you're a certified bad@ss by that little worthless move. Well, you're not. I believed you wouldn't sink any lower, Axel, but you have proved me wrong again. I didn't know you were opting to commit childish and immature acts to crave attention. Poor unfortunate imbecile." It seems Axel was honestly testing her patience with him. She was already controlling her boiling hate for him, and yet, he really did want a confrontation. If that was so, then she'll give him one. She heard Demyx scrambling and muttering things about the intruders under his breath, as well as summoning Nobodies left and right. When he did direct something at them, sarcasm or not, she was all too willing to do so. "Coming from that, no doubt you must have lost some brain cells back when you were lost in darkness, because if you thought that what you said was witty, to put it plainly, it was not. Tsk. You've lost your touch. You have no idea what me and Marluxia planned, why, and how, as well as the reason I joined, and my own plans. I didn't trust Xemnas. I still don't now, if he's back. Neither did Marluxia, despite him wanting power along with the belief. It seems that we were right, since he all led you to your deaths, and none ever got their Hearts back. Right or wrong?" She gave him a knowing wink. "I hope you feel proud of that one, Axel. And, you know, since I'm the bigger and better person here, I'll leave you with that alone, and not counter your measly...um, what was it? That setting on fire thing?" She pretended to go into thought, before shrugging carelessly, and went to create a portal of her own, walking in as it closed when she reached her destination, having something in mind. Those two weren't interesting enough to stay with longer than need be, and since they were back, there was no doubt the rest must be, somewhere. Unless they were especially chosen. Either way, as she stared around the area, she needed to figure something out on her own.
OOC: The Halloween party won't be on until further notice, I think. I mean, we can't be, lulz, there's a sudden Halloween party 8D. Unless people don't mind Axel and Rei not being there, if so, okay. And Carne Asada chula, you were gone long time D<. *stamp of disapproval* Sowy D:, but first, before saying yes or no, unfortunately, Dr. Evil, are you Roxas or not? >.> Axel was inwardly put on the spot when Rei came next to him to order the Sea Salt ice creams after she confirmed she was positive not wanting anything extra for the treat, something he thought she would do later after they finished gulfing down their funnel cakes. He was slightly anxious since, with her there, she would see something like a lack of munny on his hand, and he was expecting to do this privately. Thankfully, the cashier, as the ice creams were faster, went to get them first, so he was in safe field for the moment, if only she would walk away and wait for him somewhere else. He had to remain cool, nevertheless, and simply waited boredly as the man was working on the orders. He had to think of something quickly to avoid any misgivings, or a embarassing "moment". There was too much stress today for his liking. His pride and dignity were on the line as well, and hell, he was willing to succeed somehow. And he will. Because he was f^cking Axel, b!tches.
OOC: lulz. "Quiet! I'm daydreaming of Axel, damn it," Janexna hissed at Xelax, having been awake for a while now, truthfully. But, her mind was filled with many images of the redhead, as well as certain very R-rated scenes of her and him, that there was nothing to make her leave it. Unless, of course, she made them a reality. A devious smile lit up her face at that as her eyes were still closed. Oh, she can make it a reality. Crazily chuckling evilly in her head at the ploy she was building, bwuahahahahahhah, her other rational side cursed the hell out of the psychic Pokémon for being such a thorn on Axel's side. She was glad that the man snapped back at the insolent clone of Mew for bringing up pointless squawks, that made this trial last longer than it should be. Nobody annoys her Axie. Mewtwo was on her hit list, along with that irritating Pikachu. They should be trapped forever in a pokéball.
Xemnas let out a breath, noting that Demyx took the steps of Larxene before she portalled, but he had enough of the two for the day. Now that members were filing into Where Nothing Gathers, it was his turn to proceed, and get ther to explain the situation, and see if there were any other alternatives. Locking eyes with Xigbar, he stated with a balanced tone, "Let us go to the meeting chamber, we will talk about this and more there." Without another extra word, tendrils of darkness surrounded him as a sphere covered him, disappearing into the black mists. "Well, you've missed the fact that we were intruded upon by this other Organization of Nobodies, which are basically a full copy of us, complete with the 'X's in their names, and all. Now, I think we might talk about it...I'm not sure what happened, as I was busy fighting the leader, who has a Keyblade, apparently," Roxas responded first to Saïx before anyone else, as he sat in his designated 13th marble throne. Usually, in meetings, he was to keep quiet, not finding any reason to speak, and simply listening to the rest, but, this was the rare occurrence where he did voice his thoughts, and it was something he was actually aware about. Whatever he was to do next got cut off as a black line rained down on the first, and highest, chair right in front of his vision, as the ebony smoke revealed the gray haired man inside when it faded, holding a air of respect and superiority. Larxene wasn't one to complain, or groan, or moan about the aches in her body, so it was no surprise that all she did once she laid on her bed was move herself up to her pillow, and let her head rest there in silence, laying down on the mattress. Her body taking a break was good on her, as the pain slightly died down, and she was feeling a lot better once she wasn't pushing herself to commit actions that she knew weren't correct when she was harmed. Her pride on not showing anything was what probably made things worse. However, the only matter that now bothered her were the cuts on her wrists, around her waist, her arms, and thighs from where the thorns were holding her captive, as they itched and stung still. She would have to take care of that later before heading to the meeting, which would only be in three minutes in counting by the time all the members get there. Perhaps four. Letting her eyes closed for a moment, looking as if she was sleeping, she remained there, comfortable, and truthfully, the bed was making her wear down into sleep. It just had that affect, which she didn't know whether to be glad or annoyed about. Then she heard the sound of her door slamming once, and then twice, and she blinked only one eye open to see, lo and behold, Demyx, the Organization's resident ******. Again. If her door broke off its hinges, he was going to be degraded to nothing, but smoke if she told Xemnas, and in turn, Demyx would end up fixing it, while she joyfully watches. In fact, she did hope there was some harm done, that way, she could see him work at to what was his fault, and maybe then he'll learn how to open doors properly. She could even do so herself, and blame it on him easily, considering no doubt she knew Demyx was coming here from where Xigbar and Xemnas were at, and she could place it at the exact time when it occurred. Due to their argument, and liable proof, the odds will be on his side. It was something to ponder over, at least. Sitting up, not paying attention to the small hurtful jabs on her limbs that went through her at the move, Larxene simply stared at him blankly as he attempted to be threatening and scary, and all she did was smile, and etched a slick, thin, blonde eyebrow up at him when he said they "needed to talk". Oooh. Was that the part where she was to shudder in fright? Hmm. If he really wanted a confrontation, she would gladly give it to him. Now Larxene was truly questioning Demyx, as he seems to, now out of all times they have known each other, have gotten a sudden interest in her for some inane reason that she couldn't comprehend. It was enough to follow her to her room, that's for sure, and in her mind she inquired what was so special about her at the moment. Laughing loudly to herself at that, she gazed at Demyx amusingly, her aquatic orbs twinkling. "We? Talk? You must've hit your head a little too hard, haven't you? It might also explain the fact that other than being a failure, you've become a stalker. How sweet. You should learn your matters too, barging into a lady's room like a barbarian and whatnot." She got up on her feet with a soft, arrogant flourish, pain ignored, as always, and headed to the bathroom as she motioned her hand for him to leave as if he was a pesky child. "Now, shoo, little boy. I got better things to do than wasting more of my time with you."
Larxene was leaning her head back, eyes closed again as she depended on her ears to pick up the discussion that Xemnas and Xigbar were vested in, mostly because the pain of the thorns was heading to unbearable, and she was getting tired just stuck there. She wasn't sure if their sweet leader was aware of how harsh the clenching of their bodies [covered every part of her, minus her womanly assets, so to speak] with these "ropes" were, because for some reason, they were digging deep into her skin after more time passed, her bones aching, and she was slowly starting to get irately in a bad mood once more. Though, before any idea of rebelling came into her mind, she felt the coils loosen, sliding away from her rather quickly, until she dropped to the floor, on her feet, though her knees almost buckled over due to how numb and how much her insides swelled with soreness. Her jaw clenched, holding back the wince [not willing to show it], and, despite the fact that it was quite hard to move, she determinedly straightened up smoothly, ignoring the pang of pain that shot through her spine. She was a expert on hiding things, her eyes, her face, her expression, her body language, all those she had trained herself to make certain no weakness was presented [unless it was to the point where her body was unable to hold on], and her being distressed wasn't going to be any different. She was strong, and she could handle it. Call it pride, but in a group full of chauvinistic men, she had to prove herself, and squirming wasn't going to do it. A torturer has to be able to take torture themselves, after all. In turn with that, she stretched her limbs a little, biting her tongue inwardly at the anguish that spiraled within her, yet, she pretended and acted as if it wasn't all that bad, and forced her mind to think of something else other than the agony, to distract her. Besides, she did feel rather stiff, and a few cracks inwardly and only heard by her ears made their sound to make the point factual. Most of the slashes were stinging mercilessly as well, and she had the urge to scratch them or, massage the inflamed areas, but decided against it also. Gaining her composure, she was about to move forward when a idiot bumped into her, and snapping her head to the side, she found that it was indeed Demyx. She raised a eyebrow oddly, until the guy suddenly fell on top of her, making them both crash to the floor in a flurry of black cloaks. The suffering that awaited her when she made the impact with the hard surface was unexplainable, and if she wasn't quick enough to halt it, a cry from her would've echoed in the hall. Taking a breath as her veins felt like they were ripped out, she once more settled her mind to lose its focus on the reality surrounding her, knowing that if you concentrate more on the pain, the more you will feel and experience it because of the signals in the brain, and her nerves were skyrocketing. In control after a minute, she glared deadly at the imbecile that was the cause of it, and even with the fact that her arm was tormented, she grabbed him by the hair roughly, and pushed him off of her in a cruel act as he was literally lifted up, letting him fully be on the floor in a soft thud as she let go. Larxene gazed at him in suspicion for a while, before simply forcing herself, and her body, to get up as if nothing was wrong. Thankfully, she did it with grace, and she couldn't help, but smile at her durability for withstanding the throbbing that was all too clear to her. With a last glance to the fainted Demyx, she simply scoffed, and walked away daintily, passing by Xemnas and Xigbar. She stopped in front of them only to make certain of one thing, "So, we'll be having a meeting Where Nothing Gathers, correct?" "Yes, to inform the rest, and see if there are any other options we could obtain," Xemnas confirmed with a nod, studying her face skeptically, a bit disoriented with the events that just happened, and he gave a quick stare to Demyx on the ground. For that moment he wondered what he was really thinking when putting together a group of misfits that ranged in differing personalities where they will inevitably clash. They were needed, true, and it was to be done, yet, to lead them, the skill of patience was required. The lack of emotions and feelings didn't put him in a position where he couldn't take care of things necessarily, either with moral standards, or immoral. Other than that, he felt something off about the female standing before him, not fully placing what was it, and he couldn't help, but eye her intently. "Okay, then I guess I'll meet the rest there. I couldn't stand to spend another second with the unfortunate presence here," she sniped, her lips frowning, and with a swift move, she turned around, and created a portal, the dark void spreading in mid-air as a passage, and she sauntered to it, walking into her room as it closed behind her easily. She had nothing else to do there any longer, she had nothing to offer in terms of the rescue after being held by the irritating thorns, and her being there wasn't going to change anything, so might as well wait for the incoming meeting. Her blue eyes peering around it, now that she was in her own privacy, she let out a shaky breath as she stumbled to her bed, her body shuddering from the pressure she had put on it, and she landed on her comfy, soft bed, laying there as the inflammation finally covered her. ------ Roxas was humming to himself as he stepped into the kitchen, snatching a bag of chips from the counter that he knew didn't belong to him, but his stash was always stolen as well, so it was to be even. He could see clearly a name written there as if to mark the property, and the fact that it was Axel's made him reconsider. Well, he was his best friend, right? And friends share, wasn't that how it went? So, he wouldn't really mind him having a slight snack, and if he did get mad, all is forgiven and forgotten soon enough. Before he could commit the tabboo, however, a Sorcerer Nobody appeared in front of him, and as he stared at the lower henchman questionably, it reported that there was to be a meeting. With a slight bow, its job done and the message delivered, it was gone, and Roxas wasn't surprised that there was to be a gathering. They had just been intruded upon, and no doubt, as he suspected, something must've taken place. Deciding to take the chips to go, not caring if Axel saw the item or not, he slipped out of the room, only to then portal to the destination and wait there, as he had nothing better to do at this point in time.
I only got the horrible news through MSN last night, me, of course, being none the wiser of such a thing happening, like always. I do admit, it is not like Neku and me are close, though, I have seen him, and know he's a great guy, and it really did sadden me to hear such a thing. I was quite scared, since, you may never know how that's going to lead, and I kept thinking about it all the time. I honestly hate hearing about these types of situations happening, it truly sickens me. Now that I've come to this thread, it eases me more to know that he's breathing on his own, and he's close to the recovery we're all wishing and hoping he will have. It makes me feel like I'm positive he's going to make it, and be alright. He just needs to hang in there, and soon, we will all be giving him glomps when he posts here again xP.
OOC: I would post as Larxene first, to start off with, and then in my next reply I'll go with Roxas and Xemnas, since they require more thought on my part. "Ah, Axel. How unfortunate it is to see your impudent face again," Larxene greeted in turn, her joyful tone completely contradicting to her biting words, looking over her shoulder at the newcomer with a poisoned smile. It didn't startle her to see someone else, other than her, and Demyx, with the situation that was surrounding them. However, now that she did see Axel, she wondered how was it that he specifically died. She had not been up to date, and she did thought over whether he had suffered before his demise, either physically, mentally, or, even though it was unfitting for them, emotionally. This was information she'd want to know, as she had believed that karma always comes back around, and what he did in Castle Oblivion would not go unpunished. There had to be something that he was sad, lonely, or killed over, anything. She didn't think Demyx would provide her with a answer, although he can perhaps fill her in on things that had occurred around the year that she was gone. Her curiosity was surely piqued, anyway. Learning from time spent with the redhead, his comments didn't bother her, not that they were worth to be bothered over, considering that his mocking was hardly a prize to listen to or be insulted by. The only attribute that had truly irritated her about him, was his arrogant and cocky expression that seemed to be etched in his face somehow, no matter what he was feeling. That, she wanted to punch the hell away. Then again, she was just as arrogant and prideful. Okay, fine. She wanted to rip him apart, basically. And she had all the reason to after the happenings of her demise. Larxene was surprised...as surprised as she could be, that she didn't act on her anger and disgust, and outright spell it out for him in the worst way possible now that he appeared. She had remained fairly calm, despite that her skin was crawling with hatred, and itching to present it. And it was quite tempting, to dig her claws through him, yet, that would have to wait for matters at hand. She would just have to deal for now. People might think she was temperamental, but she had more control than given credit for. Regarding his other comment, she rolled her eyes to the side, as she placed one hand on her hip, her voice bored as she sarcastically sighed in shame, "Really, what is it with people and higher ranked members? It seems we have to return to lessons from the beginning. The reason both of you are eight and nine, is because, amazingly enough, you got in the Organization as the 8th and 9th member respectively to be found. It has nothing to do with your skill, or what you possess. The only one who we have to respect is Xemnas, our Superior, which I don't, if the clue of my death is any indication, and Saïx, as second-in-command. Maybe the older members, like Xaldin, or Lexaeus. However, the rest are nothing, but colleagues, so to speak, and I don't, nor am I forced to, respect, admire, or feel any way inferior, because, in retrospect, you are all the freaking same." She tilted her head in question. "The point? If you're going to flaunt your number around, try to think about what the hell it means first. After all, Marluxia, as our dear Axel has gotten out into the air, had been the Lord of Castle Oblivion, and he was 11, which was a role that...oh, I don't know, higher ranked members like you guys, didn't obtain. Or Roxas, 13, who can perhaps kill most of the members here in a one on one battle, minus Xaldin, or Xemnas. Capiche?" She gave a sardonic wink. "If that wasn't the case here, well, then, take it for future knowledge, so if you ever want to think that because you are higher in number, makes you believe you deserve or expect something from it. Point blank: you don't. So, if I have a business with a 'higher ranked' member placed in the degrading way as if he was Xemnas himself, then is none of your concern." This time, she directed her sharp glare at the 8th, before she began to walk forward with a wave of her hand as dismissal, as they had a problem to deal with in terms of intruders. If the other two morons wanted to stay and chit-chat, let them be her guest, but she was moving. She was not to be stuck with them for long before her patience diminishes. The only finality she threw back as her head turned to them for a second was, "Oh. Andno one can handle me, b@stard." With that, she went on her merry way.
The *sigh* was because, at times, people choose Axel due to favoritism, without looking at the facts presented. It had nothing to do with those here precisely, but a expression to show that, I've read many type of responses this way that simply always gear to Axel. Not that I meant it to be serious, of course, I just needed a entrance :D. I'm not saying he is not honed for fighting, or that he isn't smooth, or that he has not trained himself. We could say that for all the Organization members, who have also build on their strengths, and have gained skills through hard work, some having more power, some specializing more in certain abilities [example, Larxene and the fact that her speed excedes those of her colleagues], and others depending on strategy and tactics, as well as manipulation, like Zexion. Axel is a part of them for a reason. The fact stands that, he's not in it very mentally as he would be when in a casual environment where he's certain that he's in control [in Castle Oblivion, he was in that control, spending most of the time in the background, and didn't have to fight to gain the goal he was looking for], and comes up with unpredictable/random acts at the spur of the moment when involved in battle because the results are also unpredictable. While that said unpredictability might surprise himself, it can either be a advantage or a disadvantage. There's nothing to say that all of his fights are like that, but there's nothing to say that they aren't either unless we are given another example when he confronts someone else. Nevertheless, I do believe that confrontation with Saïx showed a insight on how he works internally when he's in that position, and he just cannot think clearly when he's cornered, or feels that he's trapped, and has no other way around it. That, will lead him to the available choice provided for him: run like the wind. Ultimately, that would work against him. He might not be a berserker, or fights on rage, however, we have seen him angered when in a fight, that being in the second, and last, Roxas battle with him. We didn't get to fully experience it, yet, he does have his temper, and there's doubt he's as calm and as cool as he is made up to be. I actually like that weakness in Axel, because not only does it give depth, it shows he's not as perfect as people want to paint him as, so he's more real as a character. As for Roxas, the way you keep placing him in would be the same way that you defend Axel in that, just because he is shown to be enraged, doesn't mean he's like that in every battle. Point blank, we have never seen Roxas head to head with someone with a clear mind [the only time we have done so is the inner fight with Sora, which was executed very gracefully, and precise, and had flow. He "lost", but, it showed how he can work without fury leading him]. Most of the time, in the fight with Riku, he was angry, with Diz, he was angry, and in those times, he did have a reason to be. I can see where you might be headed, yet, we haven't truly seen Roxas in another situation, so placing him that he's all about power is debatable as of now. I'm positive the boy is more than "RAWR!SLASHHACKSLASH!" [or in ICSP's terms, "LEEROOOOOOOOOY JENKINS!"], or else, he would've been defeated long before, and would not have been praised as he is. We'll probably see Roxas more focused in 358/2 Days, where he's more into his own, so to speak. In the end, and how Axel is, not the "what if" [that being, if he had more power], Roxas does win in terms of a fighter. Goodness forbid, Axel also hasn't mentioned enough how impressed he is with his best friend. Awwz =3.
*sigh* Contrary to popular belief, it seems, Axel cannot come up with ploys or attacks in the midst of fighting when one is more powerful than him, and no experience can when concerning him. A good example of this, and one that went through his thoughts, is in the Novels, where he confronts Saïx, who, no doubt, can destroy and fry his @ss. What did Axel do? Came to the fact that he can't defeat the man, too strong compared to him, and then, opted a plan to, yes, run away. Mind you, it was smart, and it goes with his....how was it said, manipulation, yet, the fact remains that he used it to back away and leave what would've been a battle. How's that for Axel using tactics? >.> It's the same way he ran from Saïx in KH2 itself as well, when he was revealing the Organization's plans to Sora. Once Saïx appeared, he's like, "Uh-oh", and portalled away himself. In other words, no, Axel is not capable of forming plans and strategies when in a fight as oppose to normal and every day use as people think he does. When he goes against someone, all of that leaves him, and he's not in control anymore, and can't be in control anymore. He's more of a wildcard, random, and goes with what is best to do at the very moment without a clear approach. Actually, that's fact already, unless the Novels are wrong...in which, they really aren't. This is exactly what was described, he doesn't know what to do, and goes with whatever fits in the situation. Add to that, that Roxas is the third strongest member after Xemnas, and Xaldin. Conclusion: Roxas wins.
ZOMG!!! IT'S NAMINÉ!! (who is really Brittany Snow in her new photoshoot: http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i188/StarChipette/Ansem Retort/2ag2icz.jpg )
OOC: They're not really thorns, like a plant, it's the thorns you often see associated with Xemnas, the black white/silver ones that sometimes covers the wall, or attacks, etc. I think that they are energy, more so as his element is Nothing, yet, as they look like thorns, I call them thorns ^^;. And Xemnas is a no fooling around type of man. You could see that, and thus, after having told twice for the two to shut up xD, he was bound to take other measures. Larxene let out a rough grunt as she felt her back smash into the surface, and, while it wasn't as hard as to physically hurt her, she has been through worse, it was still rough enough to leave her lungs breathless for just a literal second. She had felt the thorns wrapping around her before, yet, they were so sudden, and too quick for her to dodge [and she would have, even it was Xemnas's own doing]. It just caught her unexpectedly as her speed was not used, and if she was aware of her surroundings, and not focusing on Demyx...she did not know the Superior would throw her off guard with that conduct. However, she didn't say anything, even as the black and silver veins entwined around her arms, legs, wrists, and waist in a steel grip, silence befell on her part, choosing to instead glare menacingly at Xemnas at the imprisonment he had put her in. Larxene knew this was bound to leave marks on her skin as the coils were cutting, but as their royal leader spoke with Xigbar, she simply shut her eyes, waiting to when the hell she was going to be let go. She would struggle and rip it off somehow, but she wasn't stupid. By this point, she knew better. There's no doubt she hated...despised, being held down like this, and having someone control her. It irritated her beyond belief. It was like this until she got startled when Demyx began whining in a screech, that she let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. You would think that he was put in a torture chamber with the agony he was falsely delivering, it wasn't really that awful. The painful hysteria made her giggle under her breath, entertained pleasurably as it tickled her spine, even while she was becoming quite uncomfortable with the thorns wrapped so tightly now. They were leisurely turning into a nuisance. In the end, Demyx did the favor of shutting his trap, and her eyes scattered around the hall bored, not knowing what else to do, being stuck and practically nailed to a wall. It wasn't like the conversation, or their plan, to save Xioimara was going anywhere at the while, and it did seem as if they were to declare war quickly. It was in this act that her eyes caught Demyx's, in which she narrowed them at him, and he looked away, yet, she could see it wasn't because of the expression, as he seemed upset. As upset as they could be for what or who they were. Nevertheless, he wasn't done yet, and she had not taken her cold sight off of him when he had shifted his gaze, and she listened as he apologized, typical of someone who had no exact grip on his emotions...not that they had any. They were typically fooling themselves, and in that case, she supposed she was a fool. That didn't matter, though, and as she stared at him, something flashed in her eyes that was, for once, not malicious, when he kept talking. However, it was gone with the slightest blink, as if it was simply a apparition, and was a trick of the light. She didn't drift away her vision when he was done either as she studied him in her musing, only to then scoff quietly to herself, shaking her head slightly with a bitter smirk. He really was a idiot. It was ultimately impossible to make friends with her. It always was and always will be. It was like signing a pact with the Devil. And she didn't believe in friendship, and loyalty, so that wasn't a desire within her. It was better to stand alone. Larxene didn't want to go into her complicated thoughts, and this time, she did take her eyes to look at Xemnas and Xigbar, pondering how long where they going to be here, as it was getting tiring. "Don't immerse yourself into false emotions too much, Demyx. You have to remember the creature you are, and what we don't possess. Once it is sure that you have gotten the point of your lesson, and I do mean in the near future in terms of what not to commit, then I will release you," Xemnas stated calmly, and most blankly, as he eyed his two members encased one more time as he heard Demyx speak. It was unpredictable the way the young man was yelling and pleading with him before, and it did left him nonplussed, until Xigbar broke him out of the pause, trying to relax the ninth number. Speaking of the sharpshooter...he gave his next set of instructions at him in finality, "Whether we die or not, we also cannot stand here. We are going to confront them sooner or later, more sooner, or they will break into our headquarters once more, and we can't allow them entrance. I will think of a shield, and will speak to Zexion about certain Illusions to confuse them. Our security will need to heighten, and I might block the use of the Dark Corridor. That will be after we have dealt with getting Xioimarara out of their hands. Now, we need to inform this to all, and prepare a meeting in Where Nothing Gathers..." With a snap of his fingers, many Sorcerer Nobodies materialized around them, and with a swift look on his part, the order was set. To report to all the members that there is to be a consultation. With a graceful understanding, the Nobodies went about the new duty given to them, all the while, Xemnas paid attention back to the two held in the wall, and released the thorns, as they slipped slowly away from their bodies, freeing them from their clasp. The warning was needed in the air. "I am to expect a change after this. It wouldn't have gone this far if you listened, and I don't want to ever witness this in my presence again. Is it clear to the both of you?"
OOC: Alright then *yawn*. I'll get it done. When Xemnas was about to speak, Larxene cut him off immediately before he got a word out, having something to say to dear Demyx as she gave him the most venom filled, dirty, and deadly glare that will make even the most powerful men cower, and her eyes were no different as the irises sharpen like the very kunai she wielded. "First of all, you idiot, I'm not the one who started this. Who was the person who came in, knowing I was in a foul mood, and stupidly went to insult me anyway and calling me a witch? I, for one thing, will not stand for that, and thus, I reacted as I should have to the likes of you. Which isn't much at all, by the way. And second, maybe you missed the fact that rank has nothing to do with respect, and in turn, why in the worlds should I ever respect you? The only reason your Nine is because you joined before me as the ninth member, which isn't even that far apart, once you get your miniscule brain around it. You're not Nine because you are more powerful, or more better, or more of a skilled fighter than me, because you are so wrong in that regard, that is pathetic you would think no other option." At this, she crept closer to him, her aura cold and ruthless, though she always had that eerie smile of enjoyment pasted on her rosy, deceptive lips. "Third, I'm not going to explode if you drench me with your weak water, moron. The only thing that would ever do to me is give me a light shower, and that's if it is even strong. I don't even know where did you ever get the fact that you will get me to explode? Have you ever even fought me? Oh no, right, because if you did, I would've exploded, wouldn't I?" She chortled, laughing to herself, this time, more mockingly than before, as if she truly did think he was worthless. Larxene went more closer to him as if in a challenge, eyes reverting to slits. "You want to think I will explode? Go ahead. Get me wet. I dare you." "That would be enough." And as those cold, hard, and calculating perilous words left his lips, now his patience hanging by a shallow thread, both Larxene and Demyx were attacked and pinned to the wall roughly in a crash by his summoning of his thorns, wrapping around their bodies tight, winding their limbs together in a bind, and holding them prisoner as he stared at them all, his lips in a thin line as his eyes gleamed gravely. He did not appreciate disobedience, he did not appreciate the lack of tact, and he also didn't care who was at fault, or who was not at fault, who to blame, and who said what first. What needed to be done, is that it had to be stopped. And if they weren't to comply, or be courteous enough to consider the fact that one of them had to be the mature of the two, as their age represented, as, while Larxene is young, she was not a child. And neither was Demyx. Now, they were to be punished more severely, and if it continued, he would have to act on something he did not want to partake in. With a monotonous, yet commanding tone, he stated, "I do not care how it started, all I am aware of is that is to be halted. Save it all, I do not want to listen, there are more important things than hear you speak. Is said I did not want it to go on any longer, and it was not taken into consideration, a lack of regard on your part. Silence. I will not have childish rackets under my presence, more so when we have one of our own trapped and enslaved on enemy territory. And all you could see is which one can kill each other, which on my watch, won't happen. End it. Now. Or I would do it for you. For this, you will stay restrained in the wall until I say otherwise. Understood?" His edgy and cutting gold orbs slashed into them harshly for a while, a long time, making certain that, yes, it will happen if they push their fate into his hands, and that, yes, they will pay for it. It is with a last look that he returned back to Xigbar, the only person with his head in his shoulders at the moment, and the one he was to pay attention to, as he tried to recall his previous sentences that were lost among the other members. "Marluxia will be dealt with accordingly. If he is to be questioned, in which I would take your word, then he is not to be included in the mission. The best we can do without wasting time is to break in, and invade. We can analyze a plan as to where to attack, what to destroy, and what is the building's weak points, as well as have a idea to back up if anything goes wrong. That's what should be done at this second, as we don't have much of a choice." He raised his head more at him, interested. "As for Xioimara, what did she mean, that we will be destroyed? When we go to perform the rescue, or later in the future to come?"
OOC: The thing is xD, if I do post, she is going to insult Demyx and say she won't explode. Unless you're fine with that...?
It feels like forever, that I have been gone. It feels like forever, that I haven't seen this dawn. =O I think I just found my OFFICIAL Riku OTP ♥. *changes sig*
