Heyo, I'm good. Just kinda busy at the moment. You?
Xaigea resigned to sitting and listening, there wasn't a whole lot she had to contribute to the current situation despite her position as second in command. So she leant back in her chair and tossed her head so her silvery hair was out of her dark eyes. Her expression was blank, but not disinterested, and her body language was protective, but not defensive. Now that the brat was gone there was no one to ruffle her feathers and get on her nerves. Sure Toxyn was as obnoxious as a chemical that shared the pronouciation of his name, but surprisingly he didn't aggravate her anywhere near as much as the jouvinille delinquent Kexim. - - - - - Meanwhile, not too far away from the meeting room, Kaita had finally managed to drag herself away from the distant courtyard to a place where there may just be people around. People to hide amongst and, hopefully, avoid her 'mother'. But at the moment the area was still deserted. The young child was curled up the corner, still weeping quietly over the beating she'd received during what Xaigea would refer to as training. In all honesty it looked just the woman had picked a fight with the tiny child to any bystander, but no one ever intervened. They either believed Xaigea that the only way to make the girl stronger was to force her fighting will to take over or were just plain too afraid to get involved in a fight or even just didn't care. As fast as the tears were still falling the blood was still trickling down from her porcelain white hairline. The scarlet streak obviously causing the girl great pain as every time she moved her head she had to bite back a pitiful whimper of pain.
"Remind me why we haven't killed that brat already." Xaigea growled, her upper lip curling in a menacing manner. "Or at least why haven't we turned him into a Nobody. There's nothing he does now that he couldn't do as a Nobody, and we wouldn't have to listen to this emotional bullsh*t and he'd be much easier to give orders to." The disrespect that the boy showed not just her but almost the entire organization was really beginning to get on her nerves. She may not of had emotions, but that doesn't mean she couldn't still be annoyed and irritated by the constant bombardment of petty insults and immature snigering. - - - - - The Chilly Academic rolled his bright green eyes in irritation. The look in his eye that of someone being bothered by a pesky mosquito or a puppy that hadn't yet learnt that it's place wasn't on it's master's new sofa. "Call it an excuse, call it a lie for all I care. Point is I've never called myself a fighter, I'm a scientist, an academic. And that is something I'm very good at. On the other hand you, my 'dear' Number Twelve," He said with a sneer at her lowly number. "Are good for, what? B*tching like a high-schooler and swanning around like you're the most beautiful thing to grace the universe." Vexen scoffed. "I'm sorry to bust your bubble Larxene but this isn't a highschool. And you're not anywhere near as attractive as you think you are, in fact, you look rather like a insect. Most likely a Preying Mantis, I can imagine you devouring the head of anyone idiotic enough to get near you." He insulted, folding his arms and disappearing into the darkness from which he'd emerged as it was obvious that he was no longer wanted or needed, as per usual. If he had feelings they'd most certainly be hurt right now, and he knew it. So the void of missing emotions weighed heavily on his mind as he skulked around his lab tiding up his mess.
"Oh har har Larxene. Pick on the old guy." Vexen sighed sarcastically. "I would voulenteer but you see the labs are in... disrepair. And seeing as I'm the only one who knows where most of the stuff is and how to repair it I can't leave until it's done." He explained, whilst he was internally both cussing Larxene out and praying to whatever deity was listening to get him out of going on whatever this mission was. - - - - - - - "I'll go with Fraxo." Xaigea said decisively. "Kaita could use some real life experience. Might finally make her get better instead of worse." She added with an air of contemplation. Though it was more to herself then to anyone else, because even though she had no feelings for the child, not even an echo from her former self, she had plans for it. Then in harsh tones she replied to the boy Kexim again. "I never wanted to be a mother, I don't see myself as a mother. I'm not even a guardian to that irritating little piece of sh*t that the other half of me used to call a daughter. So call me a bad mother, it means no more to me then calling me a bad florist."
Why do I get the feeling I came in at the worst possible moment...? Vexen thought to himself as he watched the various members of the Organization volunteer themselves for some sort of mission. Of course, Vexen wouldn't offer himself up for any mission. He wouldn't nominate himself for a easy mission he knew about and knew how to do, let alone one that he had no clue about. - - - - - - Xaigea turned with lightning fast speed to face the insolent boy whom had just dared to speak up to her. "You would do well to watch your tongue little boy." She snarled dangerously. "And to keep your nose out of other peoples business, brat." Xaigea spat, her words dripping with venom. She then flipped her hair out of her face and looked away again. "Anyway, if you're so worried about my pathetic excuse for a daughter why don't you go check on her? I don't doubt she's not moved since I left her, useless child." She suggested callously as she dusted dirt from her leather corset before taking her seat. "And I wouldn't say it was 'good' Xeol, in fact it was rather bothersome." She crossed her legs in a lady-like manner, her posture as good as that of any duchess or princess. In fact there was an air to her that was that of royalty, though that was more then likely just down to her egomania.
Well we had the same teachers for two years.
Suddenly in the lowest of the large, white, towering chairs there was a flurry of darkness followed by a rather interesting odour as one of the eldest of the Organization materialized in his seat. "My apologises for my late arrival Superior." He said, looking up at the leader of the order. As he spoke he dropped his hood revealing a rather sooty face and his hair, that was usual a rather lank looking dirty blonde, was singed black and brown in places. "There was a slight incident in the laboratories due to Number Six's inability to label the chemical bottles correctly." He explained hastily to hopefully avoid any mockery that would be heading his way due to his somewhat untidy appearance and to divert blame from himself. Unbeknownst to the rest of the Organization lab four was now pretty much unsalvageable after a rather unpleasant mix of potassium cyanide and lithium chloride. "Anyway, what have I missed?" He inquired as he tried to wipe the dirt off with an ebony-black sleeve, only managing to smudge it futher across his cheeks. - - - - - - At the dark and dingy head-quarters of Toxyn's gang there was another late arrival. The pale skinned and even paler haired second-in-command, Xaigea, made her entrance into the movie theater 'throne room' where the meeting was being held. "Sorry I'm so late." She apologised, bowing her head slightly towards the leader. "Kaita was being a useless, hopeless brat again during training, and then on the way here I was had to stamp down a little revolt amongst the commoners. To think they thought they could beat me so easily..." She explained, wrinkling her nose slight in disgust. Despite her rather fair and, in a strange spooky way, attractive appearance Xaigea was one of those Nobodies in which it was all too obvious that they lacked any kind of emotion at all. Only vague memories of them. And, unfortunately, the only ones she could remember in any real way were disdain, anger and bitterness. - - - - - - - In one of the court yards in the large mall complex that the gang had taken over there was a young human girl, who couldn't possibley of been any older then ten years of age, with pure white hair and skin so pale it was only just pinker then her short hair. She had fallen to the floor quite some time ago and was still panting heavily. Her heart beat obviously racing and blood and sweat were mixing on her face and body. Crystal like tears were cascading down her bloodied and sweat drenched cheeks as she struggled to get to her feet. Each attempt failed pitifully as she stumbled and fell down onto her hands and knees, leading the tears to fall faster and heavier with each failure. Eventually she gave up and curled up into a ball, the tears trickling down her face and over her nose until they splattered onto the dirty, stained, plastic-covered floor.
Well my summer homework is to give us a taster of the courses we're starting at the beginning of the year. And last year's summer work was to give us more time to do our coursework. Other then that I don't get how it'd work. I still have two weeks of summer left I think, damn it's gone so fast ;~;
Name: Xaigea Age: 22 Gender: female Race: Nobody appearance: Short white hair, average build, 5'7" tall, slate grey eyes, tends to wear tight gothic styled clothes. Personality: Manipulative and cold to a frightening level, even for a Nobody. She will stop at nothing to reach her goal. Weapon: Throwing needles. Power: Shadow. History: Her 'Somebody' was Kaita's mother, she has since then been training and working Kaita has hard as possible to turn her into a strong Nobody to join the gang as soon as she can to up the ranks. Theme song: Mordred's Lullaby ~ Heather Dale (mother) Rank: II Name: Kaita Age: 10 Gender: female Race: Human Appearance: Very skinny, 4'10", short white hair and vivid green eyes, usually wears lightweight baggy pale coloured dresses. Personality: She is very kind and thoughtful by nature. However she will force herself to be 'tough' and 'strong' when ordered by Xaigea. Weapon: Sword/Kunai (depends on which she has on her at the time) Power: n/a History: Her mother was turned into a Heartless when she was seven years old, and since then she has spent her life trying to gain the non-existent love of her mother's Nobody, Xaigea. Theme song: Mordred's Lullaby ~ Heather Dale (child) I'm guessing I'm being rank II as you said I'd be your second or whatever, but if not then I don't really mind what rank.
You got sick from that? I can eat one in ten minutes and want more ::L:
Username: Near-to-Tears Name: Zeatrix Original Name: Zetrai Title: The Obsidian Light Strength/power: Light/Shadow Number: V Age: 18 Gender: female Personality: Jinnex is a somewhat unpredictable type of Nobody. She can swing between being deadly serious and completely ridiculous in a matter of moments. She also can be prone to practical jokes if and when time allows. History: Jinnex remembers very little of her past, but as time progresses she slowly remembers more and more. There's a lot too her that even she doesn't fully understand yet due to this memory loss. Appearance: Hip length dark purple hair, black eyes, slightly underweight and around 5'1"
"Just pay them no mind and you'll be fine." Casey sighed as he rang the doorbell to the side of the impressive door and waited upon someone's reply. Surprisingly the person who answered the door wasn't the housekeeper as Casey had been expecting, or possibly his grandmother or grandfather. It was a small girl with long, tight, curly blonde ringlets, which had obviously been battled into two long pigtails by someone with a very large hairbrush. "Hello." She greeted the families in a very shy voice, a blush spreading across her face from how so many people were all looking at her. It seemed obvious that she now wished she hadn't opened the door at all, rather leaving it to someone else. In all honesty she looked completely lost and adorable as the tears of fear built up in her eyes. Luckily for her however someone came to her rescue, Draco Malfoy came up behind her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go back to Sheena?" He asked. The little girl nodded quickly and tore off back into the mansion, nearly tripping over her shoe laces as she went. "Sorry about her." Draco apologised turning to his family. "She's our housekeeper's foster daughter, she is adorable I'll give her that. Just not the bravest. Not that you can really blame her. Anyway, come in." He said, stepping aside to let the hoard of children and parents in. Immy shyly looked up at both her father and her great-grandfather, they really did look weirdly alike. Just like Aunty Elle and her Grandma always said. Only one was a little older and one's hair was a little golder. Jamei however wasted no time in getting herself into the house as she ran in as fast as possible to start exploring as soon as she could. However her eagerness just earned her a trip up on the large rug in the hallway and an amused looking smirk from Draco and her uncle. "Silly over-excitable Jamei." Casey cooed in a baby voice at his niece as he walked in and ruffled her hair as she pulled herself up again. "Very silly." Draco nodded in agreement, the trademark Malfoy smirk still resting on his face as a sign of his amusement.
I'm just gonna read the text books through a few times. I actually enjoy that. *is weird* Okies.
I'm honestly not certain, I'd quite like to be able to see the 50s through to the 90s. I mean it'd be at the height of the cold war and stuff but still, the changes in fashion and culture and media and industry were amazing. To be able to see the things that really altered our current society would be such an experience.
I don't intend to do that. I'll give it a good shot, but like hell I'm wasting 40 hours a week on that stuff. After school we'll have six hours a...
"Just a family thing. My great-granddad liked them, so my granddad grew up around them so he liked them so my mum grew up with them. I don't like them however, they're a bit too showy for my tastes. That and they're vicious." Casey explained as they walked up the remainder of the driveway up to the impressive front door of the Malfoy mansion.
"Anyway, looks like we're here guys." Casey said.
You're meant to do like ten hours of study in your own time a week per lesson I think. Or it's something ridiculously high like that.
"And I wasn't kidding about those peacocks. They're mean as anything. Aren't they Elle?" He asked, turning to his sister for back up. "Oh god yes." Elle nodded fervently. "You know that weird scar I have across my right hand?" She said, holding up the hand for the kids to see. "That's from chasing one of the peahens when I was little. I'd hate to think how bad it would of been had it been a fully grown peacock." "Owie..." Nate mumbled to himself, hiding behind his hands and cringing at the idea of having his finger bitten off by an angry, proud bird.
France hitting people on the head cracks me up everytime XD I love Italy since we share a obsessive love for pasta :3
