Nah. Ima psychic =3. I see and know all. But, in reality, just connections.
OOC: I could try to be Xioimara, but..I doubt it will be the same, right? Larxene was about to shrug to the whole Xemnas going down with his ship comment, because she felt that would happen in due time if he got too twisted and interested in power, and that can only lead to loss. However, she stopped herself, remembering her bad back, and merely did not do anything as she watched Marluxia pull the covers up and tuck her in neatly. This quite gave her a puzzling, odd view, considering she was feeling like a small child being taken care of by her older guardian, and this was never done to her before. There was also the fact that she just noticed that her outfit was still wet, drying, but wet. The mattress was in no doubt soaking up her dripping form, and she sighed, though did not do anything; she really did not feel like moving. Besides, she was quite warm either way, and she did not believe Nobodies were able to get pneumonia, being as they weren't exactly normal with the exact properties of humans, as much as they resemble them inside and out. The only action that made her freeze was when Marluxia went ahead to kiss her forehead softly, making her raise her eyebrows in shock as well as widening her eyes, wondering if that actually happened, or if it was a mirage due to her half shut mind. Did he really...? She tensed stiffly, and she pondered over if her words hit that much to perform such a warm gift as that, all of things. She glanced up at him blankly, still in bewilderment, even when he stood and began speaking again. Her brain was wiring and over thinking, and while she did hear him, she was into more on why he did it, or if it was just to seal their friendship...whatever the friendship of theirs was, being Nobodies. She was honest, when she gave the cheesy long drawn out speech that Xemnas would be proud of, yet she didn't really thought it was that deep until now. This was really making it harder for her to stay away, and stay with her guard up, and she knew she had to keep her caution, even when it seemed that someone is to be in your best interest. Marluxia knew this, as she had told him among all the other things she expressed so far. She did not really want to suspect him, but it was her automatic defense mechanism that built up over the years, and she did not think it would change. He was not at fault, and it had nothing to do with him. She wasn't even barely getting over the first amazement, before another came, and she was a bit embarrassed, flustered, flattered, and yet floored when he opted to hold her bare hand as he took her glove off, and she could do nothing but...well, stare. It wasn't that she felt anything borderline romantic, and that she was in a complete high from all this. Not at all. It was that, with the friction, it reminded her that it had been a long while since she had freely stroke anyone's skin but her own without the gloves getting in the way. It was sort of unnatural and bizarre to her, especially as Marluxia's hand was soft and smooth, though did have a certain rough surface and hardening of battle. Hers was really small compared to his too, and she didn't realize how much of a little girl she was until then. Larxene didn't know what to do by now. She really wasn't used to affections, and she did not understand or knew how to react, so she laid still for a while, even though the surprise was carefully and slowly fading. She was a bit put off, truthfully, but she also didn't want to push him away, because unlike what she could do to others, she couldn't find it within herself to do so when it came to him, especially with how much attention and care he's been given her. When she looked back on what has been discussed in her bedroom, she in turn, was being very soft and sort of different from her usual self, yet...maybe that was all she needed to bring that part of her forward. She didn't seem to mind what he was doing, when she saw it that way. In the end when the silence lingered for too long, she just awkwardly returned the action, squeezing his hand a bit more tighter than he did, and left it there in that grasp, slowly blinking her eyes closed in trust, covering her vision in pure darkness as she followed the word "rest". As she breathed serenely, letting herself slip into sleep this time instead of being alert, she responded with a whispered, "I think...Xemnas will fail in the long run, if we should let time run its course..." She took a moment, feeling somehow protected, though she knew she shouldn't be this faithful on someone. "You...never really answered about you...being the reason of my death, you know..." She was already mumbling, starting to doze off. Vexen just rolled his eyes to the side at Demyx immaturely storming out. Really, now. "What's his problem? Did he honestly expect to be given anything with a group of people without Hearts?" "It is better for him to learn it the hard way, if he is being delusional with such thoughts as feelings. I do not think he listened to the part where I specifically stated that Larxene not speaking or touching him would not be any type of punishment for her. If anything, she would not complain at all. All we have to do is inform her that what she was doing, ignoring him, is now permanent," Xemnas commented idly, not minding the young Nobody's departure, and the sudden stubborn streak that bound him as he faced Vexen calmly. "I do believe Demyx knew perfectly well what he was doing to Larxene when going to damp her with water. And he knew the effect and consequence it will bring. Some might think I'm not aware of certain aspects, but it should be obvious to all of us how Larxene's nature is, and her sharp tongue. And Demyx is not a exception. He did it on purpose. This is one time in her bedroom, and then another here. When they were both in the hall, the two were harmed by me fairly for the argument, and I thought it was over once it ended. After that, Demyx was the instigator. He brought it upon himself, no one else did. Which is why I take Larxene's rage to be his punishment for both offenses, and a warning to leave the female alone." "Well, if his stupidity reaches to the point of attacking her deliberately, then he should be treated like a child, because he's behaving like one. We all have to listen to that infuriating girl's smart mouth at some point, he's not the only victim, yet we simply return it back maturely without having to react in such a manner except verbal combat. If he goes to harm her, he should expect retaliation, and that not only goes for her, but for all of us. Could you imagine if it was Saïx he did this with? That man can also have his twists in words, and would kill the boy," Vexen huffed, shaking his head at the whole situation, finding it all a waste of time with temperamental and bothersome children. This appeared more like a problem in a principal's office, then a group of deadly Nobodies gathered together for a specific goal. Incredible. There was nothing to expect from Larxene personally, because she has been known for her negative behavior, but Demyx was always docile, and was a pacifist just as much as he did not like fighting, and even when threatened, he attempted other ways out to solve it or avoid it unless he had no other choice or it was a order. It was hard to think this was the same person who had gone to start anything when it goes against his very words and belief. Luckily, the girl could have control of her temper enough to had dismissed him before the disaster that occurred here happened, because if it was any other member, he would be gone. At least he would not be dealing with the water wielder thanks to his departure. "And I'd like to know where he got such a need to prove himself. No one has rightly paid attention to him unless needed, nor really called him weak or helpless, other than Larxene, of course. But she's one to use anything at her disposal to bite and irritate whether it be true or false, and it does work. It seems Demyx does not read her or her actions well to take what she said seriously. It does not matter if she believes that he's weak, as long as she's able to throw it around to his face." "And that's the problem. We are all aware of that, minus him. She does this for amusement that she could not feel, or wants to feel, and reactions are what she looks for. Marluxia is a good example of how to behave when around her, and when it does not work on getting him... 'angered', let's say, she moves on. She rarely bad mouths him, and it shows with them being close...too close, and she also, while haughty, does not do so to other members as well. But, back to the point, if Demyx does not want anyone to heal his wounds, there is nothing to be done," he exerted, sighing soundlessly as he placed his chin on his hand, pausing before, gazing sternly at the scientist once more. "With that, we should go to her, and see her position. I do have to speak to her as well now that Demyx is done so the matter could be finally solved." "And I'm-" "Coming." Vexen glowered. Xemnas just turned to Axel. "I am to think you would follow him? You can perhaps convince him to get treated if he's to decide to go on this mission after all, however, if he still does not want to, then so be it."
OOC: Noooooooooooooooooooo, Hell! T-T Oh, come back soon. I'll try to take over Xio, but it will be hard for me, considering that while I know the basics of her character and all, it still won't be the same without the person who created and plays her would be. I doubt I am able to get her attitude right in the end. On top of that, I'm still lost on what you and Death are doing....^^;. Something about multiple rooms... And I ALWAYS thought that Larxene very much fitted the Cell Block Tango. Not only because she would match the whole sensual style of the song, or dance, yet I've seen KH versions, and, from what it appears, she's the only one out of the girls who I see actually go THROUGH with the murder in reality xD. It would be no surprise if she's in jail. However, the video ruined my thoughts on Bambi T-T. Why did they drag BAMBI into this?!! Well, then...that should give you the incentive not to screw up. :D I'm doing too many Larxene lines, aren't I? "It's not disgust...it's just..." Larxene began to explain as he came back from her window and finished speaking, but she ended up not expanding on it as she cut herself off. She wasn't good, nor did she feel comfortable expressing "feelings", and she was not a fan of warm words, and all the mushy aspects that came along with it. It bothered her, and she found it too sickening sugary for her to take in any way seriously. There were other ways you can channel your thoughts, she believed, and not sound like you're on a soap opera. That's what it was turning into now. And then there was always the mention of the ruse, and he's...or their, plans, she supposed, of the incoming betrayal. Every time it was said out loud, she just felt something sick in her stomach, or it completely unsettled her to the point where it made her question it on each aspect if that was the way to handle all of this. It was a foreboding feeling, and something told her that they should rethink the matter more deeply. She didn't think Marluxia would listen, though, as she had brought the topic when she had stated that going against the Organization with another to deal with was the wrong place and time, but in the end, he didn't really get it. Blinking her tear dried eyes, she just fell into what he was saying about themselves, and she did admire the honesty, or to admit that, yes, they were on the same level when it came down to it. Again, however, it was...not in her to return such...affection? A platonic affection, was it. Even she couldn't be able to do that. Looking back at him, with a more stern aura, she said, sighing once more, ignoring the painful pangs on her back, "You know I'm not one to show any sort of fondness to anyone, but you take that...t-t..." She cleared her throat, pursing her lips. She also attempted to make her voice come out stronger. She was getting nauseous at how weak it still was. "Thank you, whichever way you like. But, I am grateful. And yes, I do feel the same about you. You're the only one here who I could really talk to, and who's willing to listen, whether it will be my rambles, insults, my ranting of other members, or, I guess, my troubles. Whichever the case, you're calm with me, and, I think you are also the only one who knows why I do the things I do, at least to some extent. I have to admit is....quite comforting, I guess..." She shrugged, only to wince as she bit her tongue the second time this day, berating herself for making her back give a more powerful ache than before. She should learn not to move. And if she could only kill Xemnas for that. Nevertheless, she wasn't feeling as tired as before, now that she was laying here quietly and her body wasn't doing any work. It wasn't that it hurt, other than her spine. It was just those certain times when you don't feel like moving a finger, and be lazy, never getting out of bed, and she brought this upon herself. It seems she didn't think much of her strength as she thought she did, considering she didn't expect her body to be intact with the turmoil of savagery that overcame her. Wouldn't it be too much to take inside of her? Remembering that she was speaking to Marluxia, she shook her head slightly, and concentrated on him, needing to get something into the air. "Yes, I do understand how is it that our companionship works. But..." She shifted her vision to the ceiling again, shutting her eyes. "I don't want to depend on you or trust you. I don't want to get close, and I don't want this to be anymore than a agreed partnership. I would prefer that. There are so many who had hurt and lied, and manipulated me, so much, that my view on humanity is less than satisfiable, and wouldn't mind it if we all die out. And it might startle you to think that I was once a sort of happy, naive, and sort of ditzy girl. I actually cared, and felt for anyone or anything, and tried to help. I was the golden beacon of goodness. Hah. Then, all that was lost once reality set in. Which is why I'm not looking for a Heart to experience all that again full blown enough to drive me insane, if I'm not already, rather than a empty hole. I'm here because I have nowhere else to be...or to go, and I have no one to head home for. You see, the point is, I don't want you to join the list of people who have turned their backs on me, Marluxia, or to believe that I can somehow hold you to a regard of being able to care, because if I do die in the end of all this, I am hoping it would not be by you..." She reopened her eyes again, seeing memories similar to before starting to set in, but she was willing to ignore them, and push them back. If Naminé was not only limited to Sora, or anyone connected to his Heart, she would have long gone forced the girl to take all those memories away. As her tone got more of a sting, and more sharper, her old self being reflected, it was there she gazed at Marluxia, repeating, "I am hoping it would not be by you...because, I know that despite it not being something I want, I have been trusting you, and have grown to mostly get close to you as well. It was something to avoid, and something that I was happy to deny, but I can't exactly pretend any longer...just the fact that you're here makes me feel safe. It's weird you being sitting beside my bed...and while I may not like it when I fade, and is not something to look forward to...I will stick by you throughout this whole ploy you've been plotting, even when I'm not thoroughly convinced if it's the right path to take...and how you repay me, if you're the reason I do end up gone, well, it wouldn't surprise me anymore after the millionth time it's happened." Well, there she went being a hypocrite about mushy words and not turning into a soap opera. Oh well. She didn't really care, not at all. That had to be said, and she felt much more fulfilled. Breathing out a exhale, she smiled, giggling randomly at a thought. "If we end up dying, at least is safe to say nobody will give a damn, so we're not missing anything." Xemnas raised a eyebrow at the water wielder. "No, no, you did not weaken her. Larxene, I'd say, is fine, or will be fine. You would know by me...if you had done anything to her, as you would not be unpunished at this very second. She does not have bruises, nor cuts, nor scratches, nor any bodily harm, which is why she was allowed to get back to her room to only rest with the help of Marluxia, and did not have to go through Vexen. Perhaps the only aspect she should be concerned with is the fact that her clothes are yet to be dried from her drenched form, and the matter of myself having..." He gave a second moment there, trying to word his action about slamming her in the wall in her back. "...taken emergency immediate reaction. It seems she suffered from it more than expected, or her spine might've taken a bigger hit, so, if she manages to complain in the long run while she's in her quarters, then I'll let Vexen give her a remedy to assist her." "So, I would have to deal with her as well, Superior?" Vexen implored, in a most displeased tone, not looking forward to interacting with the female. It was needless to say that they did not get along well, which would be the understatement of the century, in other words. "Yes," Xemnas reinstated calmly and simply, now placing his attention on the scientist. Vexen rolled his eyes to the side in what seemed to be a huff, however, did not whine, before asking, "What is it that happened here, then? There doesn't seem to be any clue except the puddle of water next to you." He went to cross his arms, closing his eyes for a while, before fully reopening them, his expression serious. "It's quite a case to explain, Vexen. Demyx, which I'm sure knew very well what he was doing and what to expect, threw water at Larxene two times. After the second, she...went into a sudden mindless, uncontrollable rage. And is one to witness, as it could rival Saïx's own. It was such a mixture of anger and fury, and she attacked Demyx in a matter of a few seconds, as you know her speed, and I had to pull her back before she committed a action she might regret. Even when I had taken such measures, she was still shaking, trembling, screaming, fighting, and rebelling, and it was such a display, that she was crying as well. She was spiraling lightning everywhere in the room, and she didn't seem to stop, so I had to perform the act of making her unconscious. Even then, her body was still high in affect, breathing haggard, limbs shaking, perspiring. She wasn't harmed, though her body did weaken because of the extortion of energy. She exhausted her own self in her flight, and of course, if you understand and remember time as a a human, you will know that once someone outwardly expresses and gives out such rage, and such tantrum, unable to take, in the end, you will feel nothing, but fatigue from having such enormous pressure and tension let out...which is why she'll be alright when she takes a good rest, and restores her wasted life force. It is a miracle that her Nobody body was able to handle it." Vexen did not say anything, listening intently to the explanation, as something glimmered in his eyes, his face turning into a sly, but pensive, representation as the wheels were turning in his brain at this revelation. He had wished he had been here sooner to see it for himself, and my, such a thing to study and find out more of how that occurred. Maybe he will be allowed to study her and the phenomenon if Xemnas will allow it and be curious enough to allow it. Taking a sudden obsessive interest with this, he tried not to show his compulsive need to know. "Yes, and, have you reached a sort of theory on how it happened? Why she started to aim at Demyx after he performed those feats? Minus her usual attitude and personality." "From what I have seen, I do think the action triggered a certain flashback in her memory, and as we all know, we are driven to express a personality and any sort of 'emotion', from memories, and we are sometimes delusional by that alone. I proclaim this because of the fact that she had appeared very blank before she had gone to her rampage, almost as if she was in another reality than the rest of us, you could spot it in her eyes. I do not know exactly what she had seen or pictured, but I believe it was enough for her to remember the negative feelings she had felt when it happened, and as Demyx did the same and was a culprit, she turned on him in reflex," Xemnas described more clearly in a emotionless chord, telling his thoughts on the manner as he gazed at the man he had known years before they had formed this Organization, of times long lost. He was aware how Vexen worked, and, could predict what he was thinking enough to be correct in pinpointed time. Vexen just rubbed his chin, the smirk not able to be hidden this time. "And you are not advised to involve her in your experiments." He frowned deeply, seemingly very shocked, and quite indignant as his plans and forms of studies greatly shattered, and he would have stood up and attempt to convince of what a idea it would be to understand the girl, and make a discovery. Yet, he knew to remain quiet. He could tell Xemnas was not in the best of moods. "Of course...." "We are in the start of searching for more answers in Castle Oblivion, need I remind you. There would be time," he had prompted, focusing his attention back on the other two, noticing that he and Vexen got lost in the discussion and conversation as they brain stormed, and he had to deal with this first. "If any of you are thinking to add to the topic, I suggest you do not. My patience is not very reliable when it comes to members now questioning and insistently state matters that are not in their right. I do not want to worsen your condition, Demyx, and I do not want to lessen your health, Axel. We have other important things to cover that involve you. Also, as you were unconscious and did not hear, I have ruled that you will not, Demyx, speak to Larxene, nor touch her, nor see her, nor invade her room, and you'll be positive to follow it, because if I hear one simple word, it might spell your end. I may not need to lose members now, but I also do not need meddlesome and pointless drama, fights, and problems to add, and if I have to get rid of them, I will do so. I am certain Larxene would not mind it at all, if she was not doing that already. I'll put it clear; she does not care about you. She does not care about your situation, or the fact that you want to prove that you are strong. You are simply wasting time, and if it is one thing I have gotten from her in this meeting with you two, is that you mean nothing in her mind. So, if it happens to come to my attention that you have clashed once more on the same idea, you would not be lucky as well. Also, you might have a change of partner to coincide, as I have yet to make a decision, but you'll be notified. Now...to the reason you are still here, it will depend or not if you would want treatment by Vexen, or if you rather remain in the state you're in. Whatever choice does not matter to me. Just make it quick." He waited, Vexen appearing bored just behind him.
What I find weird about Axel and Xion being friends, so to speak, is that he never mentioned her at all, or bothered to acknowledge her existence in anything KH2 related, and he specifically said that Roxas was the "only one he liked". Not to mention that in the scenes with Riku, Xion mentions that she can't disappear because she has "a important friend", friend, as in, singular, than plural. And in the translated description of the characters that have been updated in the 358/2 Days site, on her profile said how her and Roxas get along well because of the fact that they both wield Keyblades [which I guess is where they started to relate], and how that raises chances of her hanging out with Roxas and Axel. There's nothing or anything in a direction to Axel only. The only explanation that can be possible is that memories were erased of her, or else, I'm not going to buy this "friendship". Then again, I don't buy that Xion existed, and was not referenced at all in KH2 already, but that's besides the point. As FOR Xiora, we don't even know where the girl comes from yet. Who knows if she's to be some sort of Sora hybrid. I find that hard to believe...I think Kairi's made it clear on who she wants to pursue any romantic endeavors with. Which is why I like Xion with Riku. It would not work out in the end in game canon, considering that something does happen to her, but there appears to be some background for the two, and they do connect, so is possible that people will love the interaction, the same way he speaks to her, and how he holds or comforts her. And is adorable. And it also does wonders for Fanfiction, because then, now Riku won't have to be stuck with a OC all the time, or have Selphie as a resort.
Don't fret, guys o:. He's just not allowed on the computer for the time being, is all.
OOC: For the post before, is okay now, my best friend called [thanks the Lords!], and did she get a earful of my rant. I loved it, and is much more relieving than writing. I got to scream, curse, yell, be angry, and just overall shout. Ah. That was great. And all she said was, "Get over yourself" [okay fine, maybe not like that, but that was just the basic summary of what she said in the end]. Don't you just love them? =3 But I'll keep that in mind of you being my ranting buddy, Hell, for the next time when I need to blabber. As for water mage's post, you can take it whichever way, since they both have a few differences [I think that was bit overboard to the point where it went against a few things, however]. It doesn't really matter. I might use something later from there, maybe. And it wasn't really godmoding or taking over Demyx, considering I just made Larxene attack in few seconds with her, and just rage him and all, but I make sure to describe she was blind and couldn't see if they were blocked or whatever, to give freedom. I never truly described what he was doing in her post, or controlled him at all to do something. As for Xemnas, he was thinking the end of it all, and just said he was hurt, but kept it vague, so water could choose what she wanted Demyx's state to be. From the recent one, she wrote he fainted, so I followed that bit in the next since I couldn't do much else *shrug*. It was settled off-RP. And if it is to be consider godmoding, than we're both guilty on that account, considering that part in Larxene's bedroom. So, if it's a problem, then is to be fixed in the future now that we noticed Larxene wanted to pinch Marluxia for given her that squeeze, mostly because that gentle and small action made her flinch with a bit of pain, but since she could barely move with the lack of energy, and how she tired her own self out with her rabies, she followed his sign, and stayed still. Why did Xemnas had to smash her back, at all? Another white flash and migraine appeared suddenly, and she bit her tongue hard to keep her from feeling it strongly, halting her lungs from their routine as another burn passed by her brain. That in particular was very quickly done, and things got back to normal as the tightness in her head left again. It wasn't long before they were moving after Marluxia pretended to obey, which made her smile, yet, she was truly relieved that she will finally be out of this room, and far from dealing with Demyx, time and time again. When she found herself laid on something soft, puffy, and comfortable, she let out a well needed breath, her eyes still closed. She only squirmed a bit when it also pressed in the aching parts of her spine, but it was more soothing, than a hindrance, and she relaxed, letting herself free of the stress she had gathered from dealing with that persistent pest that was the number nine in this god forsaken Organization. This was the last and final time she was to deal with that man. In fact, she didn't even want to look at his face. He did not exist for her like the very Nobody he is any longer. She wasn't positive about Marluxia's idea of pairing up together instead at first, yet now, she couldn't really disagree with that choice. Speaking of him, she felt him walk off, and she tensed, hearing to see if he was leaving, but the steps were yet in her room, and she loosened up when sounds were coming from the bathroom, telling her that he was around. Once he was coming, she suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly when she felt a moist cloth pass over her cheeks, until it took its spot in her forehead. The action made her open her blue eyes again a little, slight slits, the lighting in her room much more dimmer than the brightness of what was Where Nothing Gathers, so it was easier for her to adjust. She took her time by lifting them once more, bit by bit, until they were halfway closed, blinking to see the image of Marluxia, as the tears had stopped and dried when she returned to consciousness. The haze started to drift away, and she could see clearly, though there were blotchy parts of fog still. Nevertheless, it was better than nothing, as she listened to his words. She gave him a bitter smirk, lifeless. "I would've been proud too...and thrown a party for the occasion. And you...with your suggestion of me seducing him. But, I'm surprised my rage alone didn't...cost me my life...since, Nobodies have weaker skin, and when we get a bit too much..." She chuckled emptily, her orbs shifting to the ceiling blankly. "I'm not going anywhere just yet..." She stopped, not liking how her tone sounded: fragile, weak, and raspy, pauses in between because she needed to catch and force her voice, and very soft-spoken and low. She hated hearing herself this way. The thought of it made something boil in her stomach from the annoyance at her state, but aware that that was the reason she was like this in the first place, kept it under control. That was something. At least she was in control again. Placing her sight back unto the man by her side, remembering how he went to respect Xemnas, she joked, though without the vigor, "Talk about sucking up to the boss back there, Marluxia..." Larxene took the role of silence again, staring at him intently, and in deep thought. He was there for her...and was even taking care of her on top of that, and she hadn't seen that type of kindness given to her since she was ten. Experiences made her stop trusting others, but to admit, she was glad she had a companion in this castle now, at least like this. She swallowed a little as her vision shuffled to a lot of places, her eyes fully wide now, embarrassed and uncomfortable at what she believed she needed to say. It was much harder then she expected, and even when she opened her mouth, she closed it again, the process repeating. She attempted it once more, and only came out with a grunt this time. Wriggling her fingers mentally since she didn't want to bother moving her real ones, she sighed, finding this troublesome. Finally, she just shut out her mind, staring straight at him, bracing herself to say it in a stiff, tight, and very whispered, ".......thank you." She took her concentration away from him right after immediately, muttering in mind about not believing she just said that. She was getting too soft, and that had to be worked on. OOC: For some reason, I feel this song matches the scene and mood xD: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmi3yyQQeFU Have no idea why. "I rather not hear such foolishness of feelings come from your mouth again, Axel. There wasn't a need for Demyx to prove anything to her at all. We cannot care. She does not care. Something that she has made obvious to us, in my opinion, so there isn't a need to pursue it or force to change anyone's minds about what they think of a person. If they are not willing, then they are not, and that is the end. The first argument was taken care of by me, and it ended with her leaving, and both to blame," Xemnas stated right off when he turned to face Axel, not at all pleased that these member were falling victims to false emotions that they did not possess, and his actions being questioned the second time. They spoke of such nonsense. There had to be a clearing up in that matter, then, once most of the tasks are over. There wasn't much left to do except wait for Vexen to come as ordered, so he did not expect to deal with Number Eight as well. "It was over. However, she was not fault for him following her, breaking down her bedroom door, invading her personal privacy and threatening her as if he was there for more than a chat. If it was me in that position, there would've been much worse done than a few insults, as well as other members. That was in her right as he had come uninvited, not welcomed, and continued something that should have been left in the hall where it finished. On top of it all, he did not deny it. I hereby claim that in no condition, will Demyx speak, or be in the same area as Larxene, or allow to touch her. You are also to be under this rule. I would not have to say the same for the girl, as I have a instinct thought that was what she had wanted in the first place from her words. And from what I had witnessed, it wasn't her that threw the water to drench her two times after I ordered that her punishment was to be given, and she obeyed as such. It was a given reaction, and truthfully, what else is to be expected? Something I'm positive Demyx was aware of, and went through with it regardless, and it triggered. Larxene wasn't also in her right state of mind. Don't tell me how to do my job." With this, he walked over to the other side as he switched his back to him, seeing that the redheaded man was willing to take care of Demyx himself. Such closeness. It was the second time he had seen this, from Marluxia carrying Larxene, to now them. They were losing their touch on reality, and were forgetting their goal. Without directing his gaze at him, he continued, "There is no such thing as superior to anyone, but myself, and perhaps the original first five along with me. No power except us, and all of you are under. The number is to represent the time you joined in the Organization, and nothing more, nothing less. If you want respect, is to be earned individually and chosen by the members themselves. A number means nothing. Either way, if you do so wish to deal with Number Nine, then so be it. As for Demyx's health, I have gotten it taken care of." "Superior, you have called to me? Emergency, was it?" a elderly voice broke throughout the vast room, a portal of darkness appearing, as Vexen stepped out diligently, his eyes meeting the scenery that held Axel and Demyx, and of course, the boss himself. As he studied them all, not sure what was it that transpired, all he noticed was a set of puddle nearby, and a sort of badly looking mullet haired member. He huffed inwardly, a bit irate at being disturbed from talking plans with his partner, as well as performing a respectable experiment. He perhaps should've given it a second thought when he provided treatment and healers for the group. It was becoming a nuisance. After scouting, he merely headed his gaze to Xemnas, awaiting further orders. The gray haired nodded in behalf. "Yes, there was a sort of incident. As you can see, Demyx is in need of care to cover some of the trials he had taken. It is not much to do, and I predict he will be fine soon enough with a couple of creams and ailments that you can provide." He eyed Axel in what seemed to be a blank stare. "I'm certain Axel would want to go..."
OOC: Since water mage disregarded most of the stuff that was in my last post in terms of the action, I'm just going to follow up from my last reply to keep it smooth, and try not to halt with figuring out what to do, and really, I'm just over it by this point. I'm not that patient with people today, or in the words of Lar-Lar, a "foul mood"...goodness forbid, somebody pisses me off here. Can I send a PM to you, Death, my hired ranting bag? xD I need to let off some steam. Oh, and, can I get Vexen, Hell? Just to move him around for this particular...case. "Don't degrade and disgrace my decisions nor my choices, Number Eleven. I dare say you do not need any more arguments against you, and your days are slowly, but surely, coming short if you continue. I suggest you remember who are you dealing with, and why you should remain silent," Xemnas asserted, his voice blank and empty, yet with a edge that, not only told he knew more than Marluxia perceived, but that this warning is in need to be taken into consideration for his life. Or rather, not a life. He watched Demyx from the other side of where the newcomer stood, the water wielder out of the area of the dais due to his slamming on the wall. He had noted that he had gone unconscious, and now had to wait for Vexen to appear and take him for quick treatment. He also reported his Sorcerers to deliver the message to the other members, that the mission will be delayed for 15 minutes, because of a unfortunate event. It would seem Xioimara would have to hold on on bit longer, for whatever they may be doing to her. However, he had acknowledged her as a strong girl, much like Larxene, yet more sane, and he was positive, if anything, that she would fight against what the members of the other Organization were performing on her. After that was done, he had checked the room to see if Larxene's lightning wrecked anything, but nothing was out of place, and perfectly safe, so he did not have to ponder on rebuilding. It was there he made a portal to Marluxia to take a shortcut from the feets that separated them, too much of a hassle to walk. As he faced the pink haired man, he eyed the blonde woman in his arms that he carried, wet from the time Demyx had thrown her water that began her bout of fury, but now was leisurely sipping and drying. Her health was undisturbed, her skin cleared from any harm she might have done to herself in her impact, her gasping, heaving chest and breathing had calmed down enough so it took normal rhythm, despite that fact that her hands and other parts were still shaking from the affect of her body not able to withstand the pressure of her anger, and her tears, had not stopped, oddly enough. But, it had also gotten lesser. There was nothing to take care of as he gave a firm nod to Marluxia at the suggestion of sending her to her room overall. As he had said what he needed to inform on Marluxia's demeaning tone, and something he will not wish to see again, he agreed, "Very well, she is in no need of help, and you can place her in her private quarters. If you were present, you would know that imy action was completely necessary as she was out of control, and was not in her right state of mind enough to stop her actions. She was about to snap Demyx's neck, and kill him, and we cannot afford any loss of members at this moment, for reasons expressed. I suppose that would mean you are lucky..." He didn't expand what his words meant, as he was in the belief that the 11th member knew very well, and proceeded to place his hand on Larxene's forehead, sending another energy through her head to wake her up, deeming her secure enough to regain consciousness as she then stirred. "If you are to take her, then might as well take her awake, she'll be fine. You might be able to speak to her, and she will listen to you. For the teams, what I will choose will depend of certain causes, so I will notify the four involved about the final pairs, and that is the end of the conversation." Larxene sniffled unsteadily, coming together as her throat felt welled up, her nose stuffed, and her eyes clamped together tight with a assortment of water. The migraine she was experiencing was immense, and she pressed her eyes harder as she went through a white flash, irritating her already exhausted vision, and slightly hissed as veins of what felt like fire filtered throughout her brain. She hated migraines...yet she had never had one when she was a Nobody, so this was a first time to mark. And God, did her body hurt. Not exactly her body, but her back specifically, feeling like it could crack any minute and the pain was unmeasurable as something pressed against it. Her insides were worn out, bushed, wasted of energy, and she could barely move, too...not physically fatigued, but...emotionally, that she knew didn't make sense. Why was...she feeling this way...? She heard a voice, somewhere outside a realm, though she couldn't make sense of what it was as it sounded so far away from her, millions of miles, but able to listen to it nonetheless, breaking through the darkness of her mind. She could not focus on anything, she was slightly dizzy, her stomach was nauseating, and the headache was not helping the situation. She had never felt this horrible, even when Xemnas had pinned her with his thorns. Wait...Xemnas... It then clicked as she gave a shaky breath. Scenes of what happened making their way into her conscious plane, and she saw herself with unbearable rage, going to attack Demyx, slashing him, kicking, hitting, screaming, until just as suddenly she was pulled back roughly, and was sent flying across until she crashed into the... Well, that explained her back, now. The cloud and fog was beginning to fade, and she could feel presences around her...she could feel the air, she could feel something warm...holding her, her hearing, touch, smell, and the rest of the typical senses were wiring as her system became alert once more. It wasn't much longer when she could tell that someone truly was holding her, it wasn't any delusion or trick of the mind. And as she breathed in deeply, tiredly, the aroma of a familiar scent, a sort of perfume, made its trail to her nostrils, and she could, by natural recognition, tell the man whose arms she was in, more memories making its relevant appearance as she remembered more and more, and how she thought of him before she blanked out, still yelling and fidgeting, and fighting off whatever was trapping her, which she suspected was Xemnas's doing. Wanting to see, she attempted to open her eyes regardless of the fact that the migraine was making it almost impossible, and the light will surely blind her. She just kept going, however, her eyelids heavy with the swollen and stinging state of them because of her crying. As she took her time lifting them up, blurred because of the still held up tears, it finally registered that she had been...damn it. How could she...in front of them...there was no way in hell she could make up a liable excuse to pretend that it was merely nothing, and that she did not just cry, or was spilling tears all over the place. Stressed and ashamed, though more with herself, some ashes of her infuriated tremor might have been left, as she just forcefully snapped her eyes open, though regretted in the long run, biting her tongue as she blinked multiple times to get used to the bright room as it send her another white flash. She shut them again, not able to take it, yet she had gotten the confirmation she was prying for. While hazy and unclear, she could see a shade of pink, a outline of layered hair falling over a broad and strong shoulders, and a glance at his eyes, and she didn't need anything more as she dug her face into his chest with a sigh, a trickle of aches shocking through her because of the movement, but she didn't care. She perhaps looked ridiculous, childish, weak, needy, and any other sense of the word possible that she usually avoided being attributed by her, but at least someone she was acquainted with was here, to take her from both Demyx and Xemnas, and just...get her out. As much as she wants to deny it, Marluxia and her had connected and shared a bond, they thought along the same lines, and he understood her; when she yelled or got into one of her moods, or even insulted him, he was calm and resilient, and brushed it off with a sense of gracefulness, and she was able to halt her rants when she was not egged on. He had patience with her attitude, and her personality that gave them a link to interact without much problem, and was the only one who she knew perfectly well, along with handling her. While not a person for her to fully trust, and while she hated herself to depend on someone now when she had been by her own all her life, it was the closest thing that she didn't mind in this castle for the moment. And it would be the last time anyone saw her this way, as she was getting too soft to be a victim of emotions...emotions that she was not suppose to have.
Indeed. That's the power of Pyrɸ. ..... Is there cake? I always love to see you [and I mean that in a less lesbianic way possible]. And, rofl xDD. Why two comps, though? All the interesting people are busy, unfortunately. And we all know ICSP... Wait - so I'm not interesting? T-T *goes running*
Er...how bout my fave number? Eight? ......;P. OMFG!! *GLOMPS* 8DDDDDDDD Is the culprit of why I ran into the wall!
*sees two Xenon* Hai... I'm cool... *falls over* SHAMELESS ADVERTISEMENT AGAIN: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=69595
*runs around* YAY!!!! *crashes into wall*
Say what?! Where? I mean, I'm sure I know my "it's" [it is], from the "its" for this one...
OOC: ROFL!!! xDDDDDD Yeah, I could totally see it. Larxene is the one seating in the comp, and I'm guessing, the crowd watching by the glass window, like out of it. Amir and Ricky [if that's his name] is Demyx and Xemnas respectively. And there's more to than that with the posts as well, but this doesn't need to be a wall of text, so I'll end it here xD. Nice.
OOC: Uh, I guess. I wasn't really sure what I was doing ^^;. SHAMELESS ADVERTISING: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=69595 And last spam post, I swear :D.
Congratulations, you just met a-hole Axel. I'm surprised none of you knew of his CoM personality and how much of a b!tch he was, though o.O [main reason why I disagree that Larxene was the sadistic witch in this game]. Then again, if you haven't played it ever, then is understandable. Vexen and Zexion's deaths were worse in the GBA version, however. But yes, this is a very different version of Axel than you're used to. It's what sprouted from me loving him, to a love/hate relationship. I still think he's sexy, lol xD.
Hell. Yeah. Re: CoM is millions times better. It actually has a awesome consistent plot.
OOC: I agree. I think I haven't written this much of a wall of text since Rivals, and my Saïx kicking my Axel's butt [is cool when you RP them both o:]. But really, that Larxene concoction came from lack of sleep, and a good helping of Mary J. Blige's No More Drama to keep me awake [if you'd ever listen to it, read it with the scene, and you'll get the idea. Though is more closer at the end of the song, when she goes a bit too frustrated]. Mix them together in my head, and it came out with Larxene going utterly nutso banshee. Go figure xD. I swear playing crazy is fun as heck. And I wanted Xemnas to yell for once, damn it! He's so plain...>.>.
OOC: You think that's bad? >.> WARNING, Y'ALL. Larxene let out a yawn as Demyx now began to rant on, and on, and she pondered the fact of why he had so much to say. She had lost interest, even when he targeted her, and she rolled her eyes as he pulled the whole number thing. Did the guy not get that numbers in terms of powers and respect did not matter here? It was just a sign of what point you joined, and no one was to respect each other unless earned in this group, or forced depending on a member's power over another, or, like with Marluxia and Saïx, in a position of a higher role. But, obviously, Demyx still didn't get it when Xemnas didn't object to her choice as well, and didn't even move when he said that she was lower. In fact, if he wanted to take pride in that pointless thing, she'll let him, because he was only making himself look more like a idiot. This was getting repetitive to her, she was sick of Demyx to the point where she felt nauseous, there was too much of him in one day for her liking, and she tuned out the rest of the conversation as she looked elsewhere, waiting until Xemnas took the action, and called the members after the other guy finished his rambling. As she scratched the side of her eye casually as her thoughts were elsewhere while the whole thing was getting solved, it was there she slightly jump with a gasp when she felt water pour down on her, tensing her body as she blinked in shock. It got inside her clothes, and dripped into her skin, and for some reason, it made her blank out for a moment, recalling something similar, even when she went to glare gravely at Demyx without much fervor. She didn't even bother to call out his bull that he only got that far in her room because she had let him, that she insulted him because HE was the one to break into her bedroom in the first place to start another mess because he couldn't leave sh!t alone after it was over, that he rightly deserved whatever punishment Xemnas or her, gave him, and she could not stress enough that she could care less about whatever he had to prove himself for. There were other members who thought him useless and weak, so why didn't he go bother their lives? Her patience was growing more thin with him, and by this point, she wouldn't be at all perplexed if she ended up splitting his body apart. But all that was gone as something in her chest tightened when that similarity. So she went back to water...water... It was with the second freezing splash that he threw at her, her hair that was usually combed back know flipping and loose, she knew, that it finally clicked as she stilled. She could hear it now, she could envision everything now...the laughter, the pointing, and the embarrassment, it was almost as if she was standing right there in the floor, remembering the faces and the people, her lunch tray dropped in the ground as she was a victim to a unfortunate spotlight, when her so called friends set her up to be splashed in front of everyone and all they did was join in with the rest...it was almost like time stopped for her as it echoed and echoed. Her pupils dilated at the flashback, her expression blank, before it slowly converted into something sinister, dark, and foreboding, her fists clenching so tightly as they shivered that her nails dug into her skin with the gloves, and like if she were possessed, her sight was set on Demyx as he begged to Xemnas. Something was bubbling, and rapidly rising, making her see red as her lungs quicken, and this was the last time she was to deal with him. She was tired, so tired of him, so freaking tired. Larxene didn't even hesitate when she kicked him right in the face, hard and true within less than half a second since she moved, if not less than milliseconds, and from there on, even as her foot collided with his jaw, it was complete rampage that filled her body up, fury and rage so much that it ransacked into her speed, making her invisible by mind's eye. She threw herself at him before he could recover without so much as a blink as he was sprawled on the floor, her kunai slashing and cutting his body with excruciating claws like a madwoman, from every side, back and forth, side to side, front and back, ripping his uniform and his skin apart, multiple images rounding around in a circle, lightning striking every which way. She could barely even think, she didn't even know what the hell she was doing, and she ignored Xemnas's threatening calls that sounded like she should stop if she knew what was good for her, but she didn't care, she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to fuffill certain blood lust, and she was going to damn fulfill it. She placed all her anger, her hatred, and everything in her hits, and she even made her kunai disappear and simply went to punch him with her own hand in a sickening crack. Her body burned, and boiled, and the heat was so strong, she almost felt like she was about to explode. She slammed him to the wall in a thud, pressing him there, grasping his neck so tightly she was positive he couldn't breath. She snarled and growled, and just roared, a complete turnabout from her giggles and laughter that came with her battles, because this wasn't fun at all, it was a turbulence, outside, and within her. She was doing anything she could, from kneeing him to uppercuts, to body slams. Truthfully, she wasn't even certain where she was going with this. Everything was a blur, as her eyes suddenly shone white, with a streak of a soft blue as lightning then cracked in the soundless room, and pulsate around Demyx, shocking him, she could feel him in her hands as her grip got tighter also, so much that the pressure was causing his head to go back, and she was about to snap it. She wanted him dead, dead, dead! "ENOUGH!!" She found herself being pulled back by a strong, gravitational force that send her reeling across Where Nothing Gathers in a surge of wind, rustling her clothes and hair, until she roughly banged into the surface of smooth concrete, which was the wall, trapping her there. It didn't bother her, though, the pain, the aches, all of it was lost in this power of ferocity, and even there her eyes still glowed white-blue dangerously as she yelled and screamed, her sole focus on her prey, swinging her arms and legs around trying to reach, but she was held there against her will. "LET ME GO!" She endlessly tussled and wrangled, and pushed, and flailed, needing to express her turmoil into something, anything, and needing to kill Demyx, as her Superior watched with, for the first time, almost resembling disbelief on his features at the wrath kept exerting. It was closely resembling to controlling a rabid animal, and the pressure of her anger was getting so severe, that she finally extended lighting bolts around the whole room, filling the area with flashes and light, thunder overhead as it crashed and crackled in the air, sparks all over the thrones, walls, and ceiling. She knew somehow, in the very back of her cloudy and packed mind, that she should stop, but she couldn't. She really couldn't, and she didn't even know what was happening to her. She never had this sort of outburst, and it was what was steering her, rather than her wits and conscience. It got so much that even her eyes started to itch and parch, turning foggy. It wasn't long until she felt a fountain of tears running down her cheeks, blinding her from vision as the water gathered in her eyes, from the pure blaze inside that was exhausting her, memories of her past now flickering around, images that she would rather forget draining her, and she shook her head, trying to escape it all as she cried. She wanted someone here, anyone, but she had no one, though she knew a name of a person who could somehow understand her, spoke to her, and while she could never trust anyone as she would have liked to, him included, he possibly knew her more than the rest in this castle did, and she called to him automatically. Marluxia... And it was the last thing she could concentrate on before she felt a slight migraine in her head out of the blue, and then everything unexpectedly went black. Xemnas breathed deeply, blinking his soulless, wide eyes as the female finally ended her savagery when she went unconscious; because of him. He did not usually commit this type of power to his members, sending a streak of flash through their head to silence them this way, as is with his ability of Nothingness and she a Nobody. But, this called for desperate measures as the girl was fully out of her mind and a danger to herself. He did not think he could watch her frenzy any longer. Demyx laid there, hurt, and she was slowly going insane. He had never witnessed such a spectacle other than with Saïx, which was understandable with the power he was born with, but with Larxene...he did not comprehend where the strength and the fury came from, where it bubbled, and how did it unleash. It was impossible for it to happen to any Nobody unless plagued by energy. Whatever it was, he knew the trigger was the action Demyx had taken when splashing her with water, that perhaps dug into a memory that significantly affected her to the point where it drowned her senses, he could theorize, and he should've known the expression when she paused as that said memory was coursing through her. She was still drenched, her black coat damped, as well as her hair, spread freely around her and her face, her body yet not halting from convulsing, as she trembled and shook even while she was not conscious, tears sprouting and trickling down on her shut eyelids. It was certainly a enthralling sight to see. Whichever the case, it was over, and he let out a breath, finding this more troublesome than he could have ever predicted. With a wave of his hand, he brought the fainted blonde young woman in the air closer to him, until she reached the dais in the middle, and he gently placed her on the ground, her chest heaving haggardly in labored breathing even when she was out cold. However...he turned his head to eye the musician, knowing that the attention was needed on him. It was all so sudden. The man had a point that he would need all the members he could to combat this faux Organization, and was rightly listening to him, and even staring at the water throwing spectacle that he took on Larxene. The tides switched there, and he then found that he was seeing the female disappear and the water wielder getting blows from a unseen assailant. If he did give Larxene any credit, it was for her horrendous speed, the only one to rival his, if not, more, he could admit. It was her specialty, and now packed with intensity, no doubt it was doubled. He attempted to stop her by other means, but by then, he concluded that she was lost from common sense, and she made so much of quick work, that when he was able to pull her back, she was already about to snap Demyx's neck in half. He had acted in time. He had lowered the shield of the room also, aware that its use was no longer of value with what occurred. He had sent a message to one of his Sorcerers to report to the scientist, Vexen, about the situation, and that there was need for his treatments, and for Demyx to be in his lab to be checked upon. He then stepped up to the dirty blond male, closely studying him, wondering if he was capable of moving, or if he was alright enough to speak. The least that he had gotten was multiple cuts and scrapes, which could be gone easily enough with proper attending, hence, he would be fine in that regard. The worst was the primary impacts that he had taken to his face, which were what he considered to be comparable to normal fist fights, along with a kick, so, it had not gone that far to disable him. The difference was how strong it was, and whether he had managed to block some attacks for his favor. True to the old fighting style, and what is a sure weakness, she was uncoordinated as she was influenced by her rage, and her points and hits were random, just as much as her lack of thought. She perhaps didn't pinpoint how much stamina she gave, and didn't care whether her bashing was strong or weak, just as long as she vented and got something out of it. Yes... In the end of it all, this did not affect him, as he did not possess a Heart for it to, and he was not to fool himself with such illusions. Nevertheless, there were things to accomplish, and he had decided that Larxene was not going in a mission in her disarrayed state, as he was not positive what her reaction would be when she woke up with her current fragile mentality. As for Demyx, he was in between. When Vexen was done, it would be up to him if he would want to rest, and sleep, which he could allow. He rubbed his temples, not knowing what to do with these two anymore...
OOC: You're not the only one with creative problems. I don't know of any throne room other than the ones the Organization have meetings in, minus the one Xemnas walked to the Room Of Sleep, which was only able to be accessed by him, it seems. I'll...compensate, I guess. A black, thick cylinder sipped down from the ceiling above, with dashes of gray and white, reigning upon the highly striking throne. It slowly and conspicuously started to fade as it stilled in the seat, and as the wisps disappeared, a handsome man took its place, dark skin, orange, sharp eyes, long grey hair, arms perfectly put in the armrests as he eyed the members waiting for him, reminding him of times long since passed. The last of the ebony fog vanished, revealing him to his fullest as a ominous smile traced his face. He knew some were missing when he had tried to sense them while he was in his lab, which would be taken care of, nevertheless, he raised his arms praising them as if in a embrace. "Greetings, gentlemen, and welcome back." All throughout, Larxene had only managed to snatch a raggy, brown cloak, that fitted with the rest of this world to cover her Organization uniform. The heat that came from this did not help, but, it wasn't like she had a choice in order to blend with the crowd, and so, she stepped out of the alley, her high heeled boots clicking down the cobblestone pathway as she walked. It was there she got a good picture of the buildings, or terraces, surrounding her, and while quite back in the century, they were build with stone, with wooden triangular roofs, and with wooden built windows. They were very high, and seemed to have multiple floors to her, yet, it wasn't something to be certain of. And they all lined up in both her sides to lead her into a beautiful, towering Gothic cathedral, miles above, and looming above the rest of the town, and she knew it was fine French architecture. With high exterior supports, sculptures and stained glass, she eyed it as she tilted her head, its distinctive feature being two towers, and a rose window in the middle between them, however, more below on the main construction. As she felt people pass her, she simply went to leave with a last look, not knowing where to go. She had nowhere...maybe that's why she remained in The World That Never Was all this time, when she thought that she was better off not having a Heart to suffer, because she didn't have any place else to be. But, she was not going back, she just had to find her place around this weird scenery... "Notre Dame..." She tensed, and snapped her head back at who spoke to her, seeing no one behind her where the voice came from. It was male, she knew, and she eyed her settings sharply. "Over here!" Raising a eyebrow, she grit her teeth, getting annoyed. She hated playing games, and whoever this was, was going to meet a high, deadly end when she confronted him. Nevertheless, when she swooped in front of her, she found a clown staring down at her. Well, that was the first impression; a clown, with the way he was dressed. But then, she thought more about this as she studied his costume, and it appeared it was more of a jester outfit. The stupid, toe curled blue shoes with jingle bells, the brightly colored tights, one leg a dark indigo, and the other leg with stripes of that color, and yellow. Blue skirt, with the bodice a split half of noted blue and pink, or purple, she couldn't really tell, with black gloves, along with some yellow or gold shawl that covered the shoulders and draped to the chest, the trims with more freaking jingle bells. The guy had a eccentric blue hat, with a yellow feather at the end, and whose face was covered in a half, purple mask, so she could only see his eyes, and his mouth. He seemed to have black hair and a black beard, but that was as much as she could tell. She wriggled her nose distastefully. She did say hers was going to be color, yet, not to this level. She just glared at him, though this just made him more jovial as he grinned. "Ooh, we have a feisty one here!" he exclaimed, leaning down his face just as fast to hers, and she had to back her head away, getting slightly irritated. "You were gazing at the great Notre Dame, I noted. Especially as you aren't a familiar face..." "Is that what that cathedral is called?" she drawled in question, not fazed that he obviously knew she didn't belong, her face hidden as well under the wool hood she had, scoffing, and simply turning around to leave, not wanting to deal with this idiot. "Pay heed, as strangers would not be welcomed here..." The change to a dark tone made her stop her steps, and she looked over shoulder to send him another scowl, however, he was not there. Completely vanishing. She didn't think or pondered over it too much, and simply continued on without a exact set path, planning to explore this place, and see where she could sleep for the while, though she couldn't take her mind away from the meeting with that jester. Who was that freak?
It wasn't long before Demyx found himself with a laser blade just a mere, small inch from his neck, few, tiny strands of his hair burning where they dare touch the red energy, a wave of smoke swiveling into the air and disappearing. At the same time, Xemnas had placed a shield around Where Nothing Gathers, letting no one get in or out, or able to come through. Nobody was to leave, even in the direst of emergencies, out of this room until he was done. His orange eyes were focused on Demyx and him only, now with a glint of coldness and with a ominous expression on his face to recite the fact that he was greatly displeased. And almost looked murderous as he closely said in a low, threatening tone, "Number Nine, I suggest you leave Number Eight out of this situation. Do you really think me a fool?" He pressed the blade closer to his skin in a counter, as if daring him to say otherwise. This was to go smoothly at first, and the musician did not need to pull the risky act. Along with him believing that his little message wouldn't get past him, and that he did not understand his games and that he was planning to buy time with his quirks. "I have no qualms slicing your head off this very moment, and I have no qualms for Axel following the same fate that you brought upon him if you as so much attempt to do this again." Larxene covered her mouth, trying not to giggle out loud in this very tense moment, in case she'll be concentrated on next. She shook her head, not really taking in that the kid was this much of a idiot. Did he not comprehend who is it he was facing, exactly? Or did the thought just flew right by him? His wittle Axel wouldn't help, even with the odd connection that suddenly appeared that they could do, which meant, she could do the same. Since when were they so damn special? Now he was bringing someone else into this problem when there wasn't a need to, and he probably just doomed himself even more by this action. She was wishing this whole thing would be over soon, she couldn't stand people's stupidity for that long. Or standing here watching Demyx get scolded for who knows how many times, as fun as it was. Yes, she really hated the guy. It was why she found a interest in looking at the ceiling bored, not that she couldn't really see it from how high this room was. "Unfortunately, I'm not the one to give you your punishment. It was not to be that merciless, until you made it happen, and I do not have a choice until you properly learn," he stated monotonously, making his laser distinguish from cutting any of the limbs Demyx possessed, and the man regally turned to Larxene, with a curt nod. "It is up to you what you want to do, and he will have to comply while I am present." She widened her eyes in surprise, or what it would be, until the words really etched into her mind and was repeated over and over. She was the one to punish him. A devious and yet delicious smirk traced over her rosy lips at the thought, of anything she can make Demyx do. Anything at all. This really was her time for revenge, and many ideas were filtering into her brain as well, wondering which one would she choose. She wanted to humiliate him. Wanted to make him squirm. There had to be something...especially, that had to do with what he pulled back in her room. She was obviously giddy as her eyes danced in glee, and she put her index finger on her chin as she went into a pensive state. Could this get any better? This is the first time anything for her has gone right. Finally, she put her hand down, and eyed Demyx with a very triumphant glint, and as they both waited, she looked over to her Superior, emotionless and empty as always. "Well...I think I do have what I want to do. He should be lucky that I'm taking it easy on him." With that, she turned her steel, deadly aquatic orbs at the mullet haired man, the despise she had for him coming tenfold, and oh, how she was going to enjoy this to the fullest as a grin spread. "I want you to get your knees with a bow, apologize for what you've done to me in my room, and beg for forgiveness..." She let a chuckle escape, not able to contain it. "In front of the whole Organization surrounding you to witness it." She was highly mighty proud of that one.
