OOC: I'll hold off Xemnas until RA posts, since they are waiting for Zexion. Anyway, you know I already got my character song for Larxene - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yWasuUa0CQ And yes, we wouldn't have you any other way, Larx :3. Roxas - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1v9gA775fI And Xemnas...wow >.>. That one is going to be tough. So much usage of blue and red, by the way @.@. Use the color spectrum. Roxas just blinked once Demyx had opened the door, immediately without a glance shouting and spouting out accusations and that he was here simply to insult him and shove the facts in his face without letting him speak. And he realized then that Demyx knew nothing about him. That type of action was mostly Larxene's forte. And how he can confuse him, or anyone, with that method of picking on him was beyond his disbelief. He simply raised a eyebrow at the rant, knowing obviously by this presentation that Demyx was in fact, not alright, or fine, or okay, and he had gone with the option of waiting until he was done with voicing out his thoughts before he could get a chance to talk. After all, from what he had learned, is better to let things out, than keeping them bottled up until they grow too big to the point where you are not able to handle it. A vent is good once in a while. Sighing, he opened his mouth to explain as it was then quiet, only to be interrupted by another person, who he saw was Xioimara. His expression going deadpanned, he gave her the benefit to say what she needed to, especially if she was defending him in that matter, so it wasn't like he had to complain. And she did make good points, and what began his thoughts on all the events, or at least, what he so far understood with some of the bits and pieces. He gave Xioi a small appreciative smile for having the boldness to give a heads up. She was leaving, but a part of him knew that Demyx was going to give a response to that considering that it was directed at him, and a kind of answer was to be given. That, or silence. So it didn't surprise him when he did just that. As he listened to him, however, the more the core of the problems were starting to dawn at him. And, while the water wielder wouldn't appreciate some of the things he might say after all this, not that they were bad, just covered in facts, his advice might help as he would try to give Demyx a new perspective and spin on things. Glancing at Xioimara for a moment, he gave his focus back to the older male, beginning, "Demyx, I-" He let out a breath, sensing another presence, but the voice who spoke this time made him raise his head up. He didn't say anything, though, looking back and forth between Axel and Demyx, feeling quite awkward now. It felt full all around him, and what he wanted was a simple alone time conversation with Demyx to maybe see what is it that got him to all these troubles, and what can be possible done to help fix them. Concentrating on Axel's question, though, he decided to respond to that strongly, face set, because he did have quite the reply for that, "Nothing is going on. Demyx is just upset, and thinks we all hate him, don't like him, want him gone, and think we are all out to get him for some reason because of what is happening. That is generalizing. And painting it up as we are like the rest. Don't judge us by what others have done. If we didn't give a damn about you, we..." He pointed to him, Axel, and Xioimara, as he gave a pointed stare at Demyx, "Wouldn't be here right now to talk to you and snap you out of your funk. I'm positive Axel came here for a reason too, and that can maybe explain his actions to you....er, I hope, anyway. I would think that you would at least have faith in some of us....pushing away everyone else is not going to help your situation. Is just going alienate you, and you'll become more lonely in the process. You talk about slowly fading, but if you make it worse for yourself, you'll end up with no one there. Some of the hurt is solely being done by you, and it is victimizing yourself further, and you don't realize it. There are solutions to the things you've been through, I'm sure. You just have to rethink and look back at what you could've done better, and find how to work it to your favor by noticing what you did wrong, not only by you, but the others' views on what you did, and understand the consequences for them. Being here and shutting away isn't going to get you what you want back, and, if you want to show everyone you're a man, then is time you dealt with things like one, and stop crying about your Sitar, and instead find a alternative to let it be handed to you back by Xemnas himself as your reward. Pining for it isn't moving you any forward to get your precious item returned. Xemnas has no use and no purpose of keeping your weapon, so it's doubtful he'll keep it forever, really. I'm not saying this to offend you, yet, for you to comprehend what the rest think about you, and why. Which comes the reason..." He scratched his head, closing his eyes momentarily, before opening to gaze directly at the Melodious Nocturne. "Which comes the reason of why I wanted to talk to you privately and see how you are doing, and what I can do to help...trust me. I think I get it now..."
Still, you're not to be trusted, Mike, dear. This could all be a bigger build up to another plan for all we know, and honestly, it's not worth...
"Axel?" Roxas whispered in a hiss, the shock passing out into his tone relentlessly as he stared at the redheaded man before him in surprise, eyes wide, not believing what he was seeing. At first, when he had felt a presence beside him, he got alert, considering that it was a portal, and thus, liable to hold something either dangerous or that someone spotted him. And that gripped his chest about who would it be. Who else would portal like this other than the humanoid Nobodies, and the Organization? So his body tensed naturally as he waited for the newcomer, prepared for anything, only to be rigid and stunned when he had witnessed that it was none other than redheaded male that used to be, and still was if need be, his best friend. He had remained silent, the befuddlement leaving him speechless even when he tried to speak as he gazed into his face, pondering if being in the clock tower was making him hallucinate. Attempting to say something again other than his name, he opened his mouth, only to close it again, words not able to come out as they both stood there, in such a wistful setting that he...couldn't say...anything. Nothing. What could he say? Or act? A hug wouldn't be exactly manly, right? Especially as then sudden questions began to pop into his head. How had he come back? No..he had believed he would come back, yet, how had he come as Axel? Yes, he had expected to meet him again, yet, not as this form anymore, so it greatly made him at a loss about how, or what, happened to revert it all back to the past. And if he was here, were the rest of the Organization back as well? Doing what? And he was still quiet. He began to feel awkward, and quite anxious, as his mind couldn't conjure up anything yet to speak about, and he didn't want to make it seem like he wasn't happy that he was here. And he was happy. In a astonished way. He just...wasn't able to express it properly as his brain dug into what...or how to start. The whole thing annoyed him so much, that he finally just forced himself to blab out whatever was present, "How did you..? You're back...but you're Axel..." He smiled at him anyway in a sort of relief.
OOC: In a ironic twist, you're actually moving the plot forward nobodynerd o.o. Xemnas shook his head gently as Marluxia left, eyeing the man, making sure he was to remain here in the castle, but there were some matters to attend to, it seems. The 11th member was not worth the distraction for the moment. However, the thoughts the scythe wielder had about him were quite obvious back then as it was now, so he would still be kept a eye on regardless until he has proven himself otherwise. Getting to Axel's reply as the lower Nobody reported, he took a intake of breath as he held out the bottle, not really believing that it will take a few days for Larxene to not be drunk. That was quite exaggerating, for certain standards. Even so, the fact that he had it under control let him ease down from going over there himself. Along with that, none of his own spies had reported any trouble to go with his words, and that the two Nobodies had no problem talking to each other. So, he must be doing it right somehow. Giving a snap of his fingers suddenly, he had sent forth his Sorcerer's to all members to announce that the meeting will be delayed until tomorrow, and which he thought was a much better idea. They had all just gotten back, and they might get into Where Nothing Gathers more soothingly as they got adjusted. Especially if Vexen had something in mind, and which if it proved interesting, will be a subject for discussion. Browsing the letter, he began reading its contents, intrigued to the point where he had let the darkness cover him as he portalled, only to materialize where Vexen was settled in the lab hearing him mutter something about Castle Oblivion. Stepping up to him, he stopped his back and forth as he greeted, "I have gotten your message, Vexen." Nevertheless, it seems there was something he was missing that was going on. And which he needed to find out. Concentrating on Castle Oblivion, as he was too busy with his contemplations to get into scents, he had noted familiar auras, minus one particular one. He frowned, knowing that not just anyone could be aware of the castle's whereabouts unless guided or led there in some form. "Who brought the intruder to Castle Oblivion? No normal person would have stayed there, let alone with some of our members involved." And his tone had darkened considerably. It was hard to notice, as Xemnas was as montonous as the next pale wall, yet, anyone who had witnessed the reaction would conclude it as so. One. Two. Three. Four. It went on this way, and she had just finished her fifth shot as the contents burned her throat. She hoped this crap won't make her voice sound scratchy by the end of this, because she was finding it quite rough now. Straightening her head from leaning over, her vision getting dizzy at the movement for a second, she checked to see what the man was doing, any sign of him losing or so. He appeared to sway and had a stupid smile in his face, yet, she just blinked, knowing she was getting winded herself. The difference was, for one thing, she could still think clearly, so that was a plus, and she had yet to feel the room spinning, or talk in a slur...or at least she was hoping she wasn't slurring. She was able to predict this contest wouldn't last long, however, and so she knocked on the table two times for the server to fill her up again, her opponent doing the same as they waited for the sixth. She had never had this much fun in her life. Well, at least, fun until she was eight, before everything went awry. She felt free, and she felt...like staying here forever. Maybe not here, precisely, she had come to prefer the modern version of things, but something similar. She had danced, she had eaten, she had no worries, and...she was swell. This is the first time as a Nobody where her mood wasn't the usual irritation. It was her fortune that she could handle her liquor, or else, some pervert might take advantage without knowing the fact that while she was drunk, she was still capable of defending herself. The only difference was a bit lack of balance and tactics, but other than that, she was good. This wasn't the first nor last time she had drank shots, after all. Unfortunately, this type of enjoyment would not last, as long as the Organization existed. She truthfully didn't know whether she preferred coming back alive, or had wanted to stay in the darkness as nothingness. What was the goal now? Were they to restart their Heart hunt? Or was it something else Xemnas wanted them to do? Besides that, she was going to have her "day off" to the extent she could. This was like a one chance opportunity, because once she got back to the Organization, there couldn't be anymore partying. Not that she was a party girl at Heart, or lack there of. She never had the time to, with the fact that she was always paying the rent for her family. If she should call them that. She was just making the best of it...the best of what she had not experienced as a teenager would, before putting herself back into that boring and dull castle. Hell, she might steal some booze and get a hidden stash in, in case any Organization members wanted to loosen up a little. The guys were waiting for her to take the sixth gulp, so she returned to the challenge as she put off her thoughts for the while, only to then feel someone messing with her hair. Shifting her eyes quickly, she raised a eyebrow when she noted it was Axel, who was building a habit of doing that. It was strange. She fingered one of her gravity defying forelocks, pensive as she gazed at his back. She didn't think she would like the feel of someone playing with her strands, and it was kind of...soothing, as a way of falling asleep. No. Wait. That had to be the alcohol talking. Definitely. It was already affecting her. Now she was peering into things too deeply. Wasn't she suppose to be mad at Axel too for ditching her for that hoe anyway? Being reminded, she glared at him automatically, scoffing when he went back to her. Yet, she knew something was off. He was just embarrassed. Tripped over by her feet. Made to laugh at. So, she might not know Axel as much as she liked to think, yet, even he wouldn't take that bull lying down, no matter how much he changed. Interested, her attention was on the two for a second as she excused a break from her drinking game. She could well hear the conversation, as the distance wasn't great, and she frowned dangerously at the whore talking about her, her fist clenching. And she meant she heard everything. And even with Axel, weirdly defending her, it irritated her to no end, and she was playing on the thought of going over there and confront them. Skank? Was that so? Maybe she could get that staff of hers and she could personally shove it up her disease filled litt- Her less than favorable description was halted when she saw Axel rejecting the blonde haired piece of crap. Larxene concentrated curiously when she saw Axel's hand mysteriously get near the bottle, aware of his fire element, and her head tilted, not hard for her to put two and two together. And it surprised her. Even if she was getting tipsy, it surprised her. She, especially anyone at Castle Oblivion, would know that Axel had no problem murdering people to fit his liking, and while that infuriated her slightly at the memory, she was focused if he would really be able to kill a human. Of all things. Now that was really in terms, serious. That was really against moral standards. Patiently, she waited, not taking her eyes off the scene, and leaned forward as she witnessed the girl taking a sip. Her final sip. And she smiled delightfully and giggled when she saw her let out a scream and fall down flat in the floor, dead. Ah. Did she care? Not really. She had seen worse deaths than this, she didn't have a Heart to really feel the effect of what she saw, and she didn't like the slut or knew her anyway. Hopefully her genes aren't passed down to anyone. Guess that took care of that. Good job, Axel. Returning to her "buddies", she was about to get her glass until she felt the surface tremble as her bag of money was slammed down, and she swiveled her stare up at Axel, himself, blankly questioning him. At his words, she shrugged, and cued her roll of eyes as he swallowed a shot glass for his exit, saluting him mockingly. He was willing to take care of her winnings, and she said to his behind. "Cheers." Looking at her competitor then, she winked, raising her glass finally, and the gesture was given back as they both gulped. Then the seventh. The eighth. The ninth. By the tenth, Larxene's throat was seriously parched, and while she was out of it from time to time, her vision sometimes going haywire with either blurs or two of the same people glancing at her, she didn't feel as she thought she would. Literally, she was predicting to be drunk of her butt by this point, yet, she was truly holding on for some reason. The rest came, eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth. And by the sixteenth, she finally heard a loud thud as the guy fell down to the floor, not able to hold himself any longer, even with the chair. Suddenly, she had someone shout "WINNER!" and claps and cheers went around from those who were watching. Larxene didn't find herself really caring, as she sniffed, rubbing her eyes to make them clear again. She raised her arms then out of nowhere, giving a whoop, and everyone followed, like the idiots they were. She laughed, and she shook her head, getting off her seat. Now.. she knew she was more than tipsy, but, for 16 shots, she was stunned that she hadn't fallen either, especially as she was standing on her feet. Letting out a breath, she pushed herself to the crowd, passing by them where she remembered....Axel to be. A guy tried to feel her up along the way, thinking that she'd be to crazy for anything by this point, but now that she had no self-control over her actions, she simply grabbed his hair tight and pulled it down, only to deliver a blow to where the sun don't shine, and drop him on the floor in a heap as he grunted and groaned, and even let out a whimper. Dusting her hands off, she continued, walking as if she was sober, though she really wasn't all that much. She waved a hand toward Axe lazily. "Yo!" She placed herself besides him when she reached, pointing a finger at his face as her expression contorted into thought about her recent discovery. "It's strange...I shouldn't even be talking right now, because of all the drinks, yet, I'm still not fully...drunk off my ass! Do you think that with being a Nobody, we would have a higher tolerance or something? Because, with sixteens shots...anyway, I'm a bit off, just to warn you, but not that bad." She chuckled unexpectedly, placing a hand over her mouth as if she found something funny, but put it down as she questioned quite clearly, her face stern, "What do we do next?" Larxene eyed him, boldness more apparent, as well as forgetting where they both stood and that she had not forgiven him, reaching over and tugging gently one of his red spikes, wondering how it stood in such a way without the usage of a whole aisle of hair gel. Her hair could be explained, but his? How does it defy gravity? "Would you like to go someplace modern now to dance to? Like a real club that we're used to?" She did not really want to call it a night yet. If only that castle had more life...all it did with its empty walls and floors was remind her of how empty she really is with the creature she had come to be. It was like constant post-it-notes that told they were nothing. And this was nothing. As she tugged his hair again, her eyebrows furrowed, a amused grin on her lips as she noticed a familiarity, "...did you know your hair is like the shade of a tomato?"
I didn't have french :P. The teacher was absent, got off early, took the one hour bus ride home, washed up, and finally able to breathe....
OOC: Taw *pets head* There there :P. It's fine if you got confused with CO and the other castle. At the moment, Marluxia is putting the defense on Castle Oblivion. That's it o:. As for what the machine does, though, it seems I have to make it clear. I'll send it you over PM or something after I'm done with my final class of the day cause I have to jet [because I want my food first before learning French, darn it!]. I'll be on later...when I finally get home T-T. *ends spammage*
OOC: You are definitely confused, my friend :P. Castle Oblivion has its own defenses built in, not connected to Vexen's machine. Or anything, really. CO is on its own. The V machine [as I shall call it, with V for "Vexen"] is really for something else. I thought you knew what you were doing, and that you got it, so...
Take care of Xeltic and his new girl, that's who *pout*. Delaying this more, and I will personally throw them in with Toxyn and Ravix >.>.
D< I'm about to screw someone if they delay the damn machine crap any longer with two certain people going to interrupt. xD If you...
But, it's not in the castle xP.
I know Dx. I hate Wednesdays. Here the whole day from 9AM to 10PM. Anyway, nope, there's nothing he can do to save them :P. I doubt he even knows...
As I said, Xemnas will come over and talk soon enough. And I don't see why Toxyn is not able to help inside the room he is in :P. If he offers a...
Nope. Using the school computer on one of my breaks before the next class, which I've been doing, since I have nothing else to do in the 2-3 hours...
OOC: My bad. That was me. I just gave it the edit. For the moment, not sure what to do with Larxie. She needs her sleep D:. And I'm guessing Vexen made a portal? Xemnas did not hesitate as he stepped inside into the portal, truthfully wanting to get it over with as soon as possible before another set of problems rose. Might as well be prepared for whatever may come, things can be unpredictable. Knowing that the rest would follow, he was inside the room in the basement, waiting for the other two to arrive, and for Zexion to do his part in the matter. And now before he forgot, he summoned a Sorcerer, and sent it over to Marluxia witha clear message, as he was in Castle Oblivion, and he was to activate the defenses he had already placed for certain emergencies. All of them. Trust or not, he will do this as a test, as well as the fact that he was there in the building...better to use him. The only secret base left, and one he could only reveal, had its protection well hidden and protected.
Hmm. Well, not sure. You're still prisoners, and why would Xemnas jeopardize letting them go? Maybe one of these days...he will visit you at some...
Wow, they must have done a number on you, then D:. And that sucks. They are definitely prohibiting you guys from expressing yourselves....
"First, excellent job on the work, Vexen. Second, Zexion, are you aware of what you must do now?" Xemnas asked the Cloaked Schemer quietly, getting into the cause of their meeting the moment everyone had left the lab, and the three were left alone. And for the first time, he was able to concentrate on what truly mattered at the moment, and go forward to what was to be accomplished and what was waiting to be carried out. He headed towards Vexen, gesturing for Zexion to come over as well with a nod of the head, needing to make certain that he had remembered the instructions he had previously set out for him to do. Roxas walked down the hall somewhat dejectedly, Axel going somewhere else, as well as Xioimara, and now, he was alone, with nothing to do and no one to be with. Some hope that was of catching up with his "best friend". The castle was a bore when there was no one there to share it with, and even then, it was still dull. He had the idea of heading to Twilight Town by himself, but had noted that they wouldn't, or rather, couldn't, really, leave headquarters at this time. And so he had simply resorted to just exploring some of the venues and passages of the place he would call "home", despite that it did not have the warmth and feel as one. Everything was cold and empty here. He didn't have the pleasure to really study his surroundings when he had first joined as the XIIIth, and what this building held within, considering it was rather big. As a castle would be. And so he trotted on forward, humming a melody as it echoed throughout the silent walls. However long he lasted that way, he had discovered he was on the lower floors in his recent check up, and had found his way to where all the bedrooms were held, the doors marked with their Roman Numerals, as well as having a projectile of their weapons above each door in a orb. It started from the right with "II" for the even numbers, and in the left with the odds, as they all were situated in a linear order, a considerable length apart between each doorway. Xemnas did not have one here. He never did. No one really knew where he slept, really. Unless you actualy investigated, but Roxas wasn't in the mood for spy games, and honestly, he didn't really care. It will all end up being unsatisfying. Xigbar was the one who found enjoyment of treading things he shouldn't be. In defeat, he had strolled with the destination of his room in mind, not knowing what else he could do, and as he reached Demyx's, he automatically paused in front of his door, intently studying the surface and the member that may be inside. The musician hadn't looked that well when he had portalled out of the lab, and Roxas was being reminded of the concern that had yet to perish for the companion at hand. He did wonder whether he was really okay, and alright. Just to ease him. He hesitated, debating if he should bother him now. He could be wanting to be alone. Perhaps no company. But the more he thought about it, what Demyx could need was just someone to talk to, hear him out, and have someone to listen to him, for once. And he was willing to offer his assistance, if he desired such. He might be a "little kid", but he had a more mature comprehension than most. And for what it was worth, he can give it a try. And that's why he ended up knocking three times, not barging in out of courtesy, and just loud for him to hear as he unsurely called, "Demyx?" One minute, Larxene was aware that she was about to pounce on Xeltic in her full on savagery, and deliver a unexpected blow, and then the next, her eyes blinked in surprise when it was unceremoniously stopped by vines shooting up from the floor. As she was in mid-way of her attack, she couldn't turn it around as the entrance of the intruding plants cut her off-guard, and she was inevitably wrapped and roped, letting out a hiss of pain when they shackled a little too tightly to her already throbbing bones and muscles, as they were aiming to keep her locked and secured, apparently. As her mouth gaped at this, her head raising up as it was lowered helplessly before, and the tremulous feeling of her onslaught to Xeltic momentarily halted, she only knew one person who was able to do that, and who this belonged to. Shifting her now back to normal blue eyes to the newcomer, she glanced at Marluxia warily, looking at her with some mixture of emotions that she didn't think she deserved. Did he even know what that man had done to her? Why was he gettingin the way? Why? The very fact just incinerated and ignited her anger once more, that had snuff out when she was cut back by someone stepping in, yet now, it was returning fully loaded. Not like it ever left. Glaring heavily at the pink haired man for ruining her moment to get Xeltic back for invading her body, the more the thought processed, the more fired she got, until she tussled relentlessly, twisting her wrists, arms, and hands, all her limbs, attempting to find freedom out of her predicament as she struggled against her bonds fiercely, grunting and snarling in a vicious manner that foretold that if she did manage to get out, poor is he who was in front of her when that occurred. She detested being held. Xemnas had done it, first gripping her with thorns, and then knocking her out. She did not say anything merely because she knew when not to be out of line, and with the Superior, for your sake, you could not be out of line. But then Marluxia was following his footsteps? They have enough of a spat right now, and he was just adding salt to the wound between them both, and by this point, she was blaring, and exerting her element of lightning among the stems, wanting to break them off. She gave huff of frustration as she directed a bestial stare at the scythe wielding man, "MARLUXIA! LET ME GO NOW!" It was a demand more than anything, she even went ahead to strike a bolt of ligthning at him in the process, her mind not exactly in the state to make peace when she had a target to yet kill. However, she didn't note the pores that were surrounding her, and when it was finally taking its effect, it was too late when she slightly dazed in realization at what he was actually going to do to her. This made her combat the vines more in desperation, yet, she didn't possess the same strength as her body was shutting down with the polluted air, and her mind was getting clouded and woozy, her vision hazing as she was, without her consent, calming down to prepare to rest. She still fought as best she could, shaking her head to get her eyes to stay open from the pressure that was placed on her eyelids to close. No, she couldn't Xeltic get away...not now. Damn it all, Marluxia. Damn it. Her breath was slowing, and she forced herself to remain awake for a while, though she knew that by this point it was useless. Gazing at Xeltic with a frown, blinking very rapidly and constantly to keep her eyes open, though they were halfway there on giving up, she inadvertently flipped him the finger as she supported her aching being to one of the larger vines keeping her up, the pores being too much even when she wasn't inhaling them. And as her brain went blank, her mind went black at the same time, seeping into unconsciousness and she truly shut her eyes then, not able to withstand it, no later going into a deep sleep as she let out a long sigh, her body getting what it had wanted for such a while, and not at all rebelling against the turn of events... This wasn't over, however. Because they will meet again...and she will get him without fail.
My God, woman D:. That's too much. At least you've been through worse, and getting your teeth filled is the least compared to those stitches. But,...
Larxene had charged at him without thinking...she wasn't able to think right now, even if she tried, with her blood pumping at such a level and her blood rate high in madness, as all she saw was Xeltic. Xeltic to kick. Xeltic to punch. Xeltic to kill. To take out her malevolence on him, her anger, her rage for doing what he had done, to violate her this way, and if her body wanted to throttle, murder, and end this excuse of a man, then so be it, damn it. He was looking for a fight with her, and now he was getting one tenfold after he pulled that crap. Her muscles were already tensed in need to go ballistic and hit and destroy someone with bare hands as her face frowned and resembled that of a alarmed, yet irritated tiger, darkening and tightening more than before when she began to slash and screw him over, and her teeth gritted as she ran at him in malice without stop. Not even her fatigue was able to overtake her vengeance, even more determined to have the guys' head on a silver platter. She wanted to see him suffer more. What she didn't expect, unfortunately, was for him to jump up, turn into a ball, and release some type of, what appeared to be a invisible shield, or at least transparent enough to see it, force. Yet it wasn't a defense because it was like a bubble...only able to just back objects away, and the moment it expanded towards her, it threw her off her feet and into the air, repelling her off from damaging and breaking his very existence which she wanted gone. While she was pushed rapidly in a strong pressure, her infuriated moment made her blood sizzle again, raping her whole body apart in the full emotion to the point where she let out a loud, long yell in annoyance, contempt, and aggravation as she then unleashed while in between Xeltic's attack, a thick, strike of lightning from above in the spot that she noted he was to land in, electrifying the air waves, and giving a crackling sound as another exclamation of thunder was drummed into their ears as the room gave a flash of light, before she spun herself around in mid-air, and slammed into the nearby wall this force drove her into, breaking the contact with the hard surface with her feet and hands like a balanced feline on all fours Spiderman, spiderman, does whatever a spider can...*gets shot* and let go of her weapons for it. Despite the fact that she had saved herself from most of the blow, she took a intake of breath, and winced, her body letting a pang of pain shock through her as her breathing started to get worse as she panted, her throat now thirsty from the exercise... She was making her body go through too much, but it was something that was dismissed as the whole move of his perhaps made her raise her tantrum higher as her body shivered again in zest of seeing his blood spill, though she did see some red. NEVER. She was never going to let him escape until he was done for, blown up, for thinking that he could ever lay a hand on her. He was going to pay for all it was worth if she had to drain herself of all energy to accomplish it. When it was over, she didn't last long in getting ready to deliver another hit after her most recent lightning attack, her animosity being her gasoline that made her summon back her kunai, and go lunge at the man once more in a strangled roar when her feet touched ground, zig-zagging from side to side to confuse him as she leaped up, and was ready to perform something he had yet to see. And if she felt like it, she was going to get that little chick that popped in as well. She wasn't blind enough not to notice the other female presence and how he had settled to protect her and get her out of the way.
Yah, I did. That was the overall base of everything though, him kissing her, and then her getting mad. Had done a little something extra in the...
