"What do you mean what's this about ditching and girls?! It's you who's the problem. First, I haven't seen you in what feels like years. In fact, I haven't seen any of you. And then I catch you going around flirting with Angel...man, Axel is going to flip...in a funny way, I mean...he's always going on about that you're never going to get laid or something..." Demyx rambled without much thought to his words innocently, thinking somewhat outloud as he recalled his conversations with Axel, and how he had to place his hands over Roxas's ears to avoid inflicting the young boy from hearing things he didn't need to. Sure, Roxas was just one year younger than them, but he was the titled little brother of the group, and with raging hormones, it wasn't good to encourage him at that age. Scratching his head, he sighed, before turning back on his buddy Zexion, the expression on his face forlorn and serious as he eyed the male. He really was missing the days when they were all together...it was almost sad that they've been separated for this period of time. What would happen when they left high school? True, there was a high, and very articulate university right here in Twilight Town, one of the best, yet, would they part to get chances at other colleges? While negative thought began to rain on him about their future friendship, he perked his head up when he spotted a dog...no, a wolf. No...wait, it was a dog. His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. He then placed a hand on Zexion's shoulder, and shook him to get his attention, his other hand pointing at the animal he had seen almost frantically. "Hey, look at that dog...is a dog, right? We're not allowed pets here...how did it get in?..." He waved at the mutt, grabbing Zexion's elbow, and dragging him over gently, interest growing to see if they will be able to catch it, and perhaps, get in good graces with the higher faculty. Because Lord knows, he needed to get into good graces with the faculty with his constant mishaps. Axel just merely slipped his tongue around his teeth, his green eyes half-lid mildly in some contentment as he felt the skin of her finger on his neck...trailing the outline softly. He only took a deep, heavy breath as this didn't openly fazed him. At least, something he was not willing to show at the moment. He didn't move from the position he had her trapped in, neither his head, his face, not even the close proximity of his mouth, which only had gotten closer because she was talking, and incidentally, her lips were moving enough to the point that he had to be more careful if he did not want to kiss her. He...couldn't really, lust or not. Someone was waiting for him. He didn't know how he was aware of that, but it was that foreboding feeling again. Yet, here he still was, clutching Rei, bodies bend together, perspiration among their warm breathing, as the heat was rising inside. And for once, it wasn't because of his element. Truthfully, he wanted affection. He was aching for it...and with the turbulence he and Larxene were in, he didn't know if he was going to get it again. Or at least, the type of affection he wanted. Rei was the one that came so close, and his desire was making him sort of dazed, the hand on her waist slowly moving downward enticingly without his consent. He had yet to keep his own impulses under control, as it was only recently he quit being, in Tifa's ever loving nickname for him, a "man whore". Even so, it wasn't the exact point of why he was doing this, and his stare only got more inviting as he studied her face. Nice job on resisting... Was he losing his touch? He gave her a charming, and captivating smile, but did not turn away just yet, pondering if she didn't mind the fact that his hand had proceeded to move by itself before. Did she notice? Her face was too red to tell. He chuckled deeply anyway, the vibrations rumbling in his throat, sly smirk dawning as his voice was raspy, and attractively low, "Hmmm? Can't move? Even your lips..." He let out the last word in a hiss as he trailed it off, mouth leaning up sensually as both their said lips closely made contact with a sweltering sigh, pressing her hips to him even further as he continued low and dark, green orbs blazing in demand, "...you didn't answer my question first, Rei...who did you ever thought of getting intimate with...? In what way...?"
OOC: Sorry for the delay :P. Now I need to hunt RA... Roxas sighed, slightly chuckling, before nodding without much trouble. The thought to finally see if Xioimara was okay, and that she was not lethally hurt, countered against all arguments he could put out. Yet, the girl probably was alright if Xigbar wasn't too concerned any longer. "Fine then. I want to know what he did with that Ravix." He then stepped in, being covered by darkness, before appearing in the lab, right away spotting Xemnas sitting in a chair serenely, Zexion silent as usual, Vexen before the Superior, looking like something was up his butt, no surprise, and Xioimara in her wolf form. He grinned in relief that she was not in extensive care or not breathing. "Xioi..." Xemnas should have done his promise of blocking the lower Nobodies any entrance, because when Vexen finally returned, with what he thought was the news that the machine was done, a Dancer appeared, and then kicked the scientist without much trouble. He blinked, knowing it was Demyx's, and then let out a breath at the result. Apparently, if the water wielder continued to abuse his minions, then he would have to take that power away as well. But, from what Xioimara was telling him, he had escaped again...not that he didn't know, so he wasn't at all bothered by the fact. For the rest of the words he just eyed the girl, silently communicating that he had everything else under control. His concentration was now on Demyx...and this was the last and final chance for the member. First run away? Explainable. As for the second, he was not that lenient, and he had to pave the road of whether or not to execute him completely. He was more trouble than he was worth, and truthfully, he was tired of dealing with his actions. He would not have it anymore. He had delayed his plans now, the idiot, with him gone and away from the castle when he needed all the members in headquarters, and that was it for Xemnas. The mullet haired man was given too much leeway, and freedom, and was taking advantage of it and abusing it. And because of this, out of the 14th, there will be one taken out, and the number will lower. The Sitar was just the beginning, yet, it appeared the lesson was not learned, and he was just a nuisance at the moment that needed to be rid of. He did not want to do this, but the Nobody left him no other choice if he was not going to behave, and keep putting a dent to his shields with their recent enemies. It would not have mattered as well, since he was not going to stop his ploy from being halted because of the inconvenience Demyx kept engaging himself with, and if he was out, he would not find the castle anywhere in his vision and will remain shut from them until he was annihilated. Now he just needed to see who had the role of destroying him. It was when Vexen gave a comment that he got snapped out of his contemplations, and with a strict nod, he was about to get up, until he had sensed certain newcomers heading in. He watched blankly at the black void ripping apart the air, and out came Roxas, who had thrown the room a glance over, before settling on Xioimara. He stood then, slightly dusting his cloak, before motioning at Zexion, as Vexen's job was finished, and it was his turn. That was when he spoke. "Perfect. Everything is set up. Nevertheless..." He eyed all the people present gravely, trailing off the foreboding decision that will befall them. "I have to announce the fact that Demyx will not be a part of us anymore, and will be hunted down shortly." He did not need to clarify on what this meant as he tore his cold orange eyes away from the sudden horrified and surprised expression that was on Roxas's face. No, you think? Larxene sarcastically bit at him from her mind at his comment, keeping it to herself as she just heavily glared at him with fired aquatic eyes. She wasn't happy with this guy. Then again, it wasn't like she hadn't been disliking him from the beginning. Nothing was directed at her before, so she didn't mind except to find him irritating, but now that she was a target, she was so enraged, that any wrong move, and she'll perhaps create a armageddon if she tried. She was boiling that horribly with anger. Impatient and frustrated with everything lately. There was just too much shit going on right now for her, mentally, and physically, and now she had to deal with this of all things so far on this hell of a day that she rather sleep away and forget it ever happened. And she was willing to take it out at anyone who was at fault for it, which included her current opponent. It was kept in control and in check, though, and unless something went on to inflame her already infuriated and bubbling blood, she wasn't going to snap anytime soon. She honestly wouldn't have cared who did the first move, even if she had to, yet, since he already decided it, she waited, watching him closely...studying his movements...silently...only to roll her eyes as he pulled out his sword, and gave some techniques to show-off. Did everyone with something resembling a sword had to do that? Was it in the sword fighting handbook to do a skillful opening to look cool before sending forth your attack? Because it was getting highly annoying. She had enough of that from Roxas, who always for whatever reason, seemed to find the need to twirl his Keyblades in a introduction when dual-wielding his Oathkeeper and Oblivion when they started sparring. Her complaint was cut short as she saw something coming at her. She didn't know what it was, nor could she see it, but her senses were sensitive enough to pick up on it, and unsure of what she was doing, she jumped out of the way in time, high in the ceiling, her quick feet coming to work to get out of way, only feeling a sort of wind pass by her as the effect. It was the same with every move he had given, and she wondered what type of element he possessed. Not gravity, no...it was like a force. As she landed on the floor swiftly, she didn't bother to think or question it much longer. However, preparing herself for a attack of her own, she hissed, "What is it you have? Some force?" She immediately didn't waste time as she twisted her body quickly to aim and throw her kunai straight at him right off after her question, the weapons covered with her lightning as they didn't last a second to reach him at the speed they were heading in his direction. It was odd how they were both taking it easy on each other, and she didn't understand why, but she was keeping it as long as he did. It was the best for her situation anyway, to save more energy.
Don't know. I'm checking to see if it comes back on its own. My mom is sleeping, and my stepfather is too lazy and tired right now to check...
I was busy with something. And then some fuse, or I don't know, the sockets, on a side of my house won't work, killing the microwave, toaster,...
What you mean? xP
She blinked. Then glared at him nastily. Stupid one to perform tricks to get money? Well, obviously, he was the dumbest with wanting to perform tricks too. And upstage her? As if. This is what irritated Larxene the most. The complete arrogance and nerve of that guy. Even as he stood up, she kept her hard gaze on, obviously displeased. It didn't leave until he caught her off-guard again by bumping his hand into her shoulder, and then touching her forelocks. It didn't shock her as much as the first time, but one eyelid lowered as she eyed him oddly, tensing up, wondering what was this sudden affinity and temptation to touch her...gravity defying hair fingers. No one had ever really dared to go that far with her, and yet, here he was. And still unharmed. Maybe she was in too good a mood and calm to care why the hell her hair was being played with, so she simply narrowed her eyes in warning [even though in reality she didn't mind[. And that look didn't leave until he gave her a smile as well. A...dare she call it? A moment had seemed to pass between them, as she stared at him blankly, studying his handsome features, while he stared back with a distant look on his eyes and face. The air had changed, she could feel it in her skin, and her stomach gave some kind of desirable hunger, but it was probably the lack of food. Even if it didn't feel like that kind of hunger. Either way, it was over once he went off, and she simply shook her head a little, before munching on her bread, which was surprisingly, soft, fresh, and good. She also got some salted pork to go along with it, and that was the mix she ate together as one as she also paid attention to what Axel was going to do, bored. It wasn't until he summoned his weapons, that she almost choked on her meal, wide eyed in surprise as she saw him bringing them out the way he usually did for battle. Is he insane? She looked around cautiously, wondering if anybody had gotten a bad vibe or if the idiot had given himself away. Yet, all that there were was some confused, questionable, and interested faces, and she really hoped these fools were drunk enough so their brain fizzled on what was actually happening in front of them. She drank a swig from her bottle of brandy...and that was a great four gulps of it as she drowned that taste, head leaning back a little, only to get back into place when she was done, a satisfied sigh coming from her lips. My God, it had been so long since she had done that. Especially come near alcohol. And how refreshing. Her "dinner" was also short-lived, because it wasn't much she had grabbed, more so that her body was begging for it, and it was soon gone as well to fulfill her appetite, shaking her head at Axel and his need to show off, and the fact that he was doing all this, when she was sure not even magicians could do. She rolled her eyes. That guy... It was awhile before he had decided he was tired of the attention he was getting, she not impressed, and when he came back after he finished, she rolled her eyes at his remark, scoffing. "Whatever. It's not like they can control fire, you know." She took another sip of her brandy, pondering over how much different liquors they had. She knew whiskey would be one, as it was very much fitting for this time and place. And she knew all the drinking was affecting her because she was feeling quite light headed. Not so much, really, but it did make her loosen up to the point where she was going to have her own fun now, with or without Axel. She had yet to dance, and everyone else was doing so. All she was doing was standing and watching, no action. It would be like the dance clubs, only...1800s style. And she smirked to herself at that, taking off the bag from her shoulder, and dropping it in the redhead's hands to take care of, forgetting for the moment that she didn't trust him. She patted Axel on the back quite hard unintentionally, and walked off in perfect balance for now, taking her 3/4 and a half empty bottle with her. She got into a mob of the crowd, and she decided to devour the rest of her brandy before she did anything, as she didn't want to hold something that would cause her inconvenience. Licking her lips once she was done, she flung it somewhere one the ground, hearing it shatter, but not really giving a damn: it would only join the rest that have broken. She seriously wondered who was the dopes who had to clean this mess up once it's over. Still, it was the right timing that she dumped the thing, because the music went into a fast number, something that they didn't put, at least not to that degree, and the people cheered in glee and began to loudly enjoy themselves, the rhythm of their moving bodies going harder. And wilder. She just spotted a woman draping her legs around a guy's hips and thrusting into him. Not curious enough to see that, she started to slowly move her own waist and hips along with the beat, because she was still a bit self-conscious. But then she realized: her? Shy? Unheard of. And she would proof so as she relaxed and let the melody flow into her body, getting into it, and now shaking it up more roughly as she twirled around gracefully, with her arms in a precise position, giggling while her vision kind of swayed. It was there she had remember her passion in life when she was human...how even though it was hard to keep with her lessons, she had taken classes in dancing, paid by her own self because her parents wouldn't, with her mom being a basket case, pushover, and her dad a abusive drunk. But he didn't even need to be drunk for that. However, she didn't want to focus on the negative, and she went for the positives, remembering and recalling each step she was taught, though today not going with every style of dancing she had learned. This time, she genuinely did laugh, the love and freedom of it overcame her as it usually did when it came down to her most beloved hobby that she had abandoned ever since she lost her Heart. It even had her raise her leg and then bend its knee while she stood on one foot, that was rising into more of her toe, and did a balanced spin, closing her eyes as she lost herself. She rotated without stopping or getting sick, and it was so long that she kept going without pause that someone finally noticed and shouted something in amazement, which encouraged her, as she then halted so suddenly that it caused onlookers to gasp. Doing a small belly roll as her upper body exerted in a up and down wave, when she reopened her eyes, she whirled again before skipping to a random person who had a blue silk scarf, and grabbed the end as she swiped it from her neck and went away, putting it around her own, and curving her hips and grinding fluently, this time, the act was getting quite sexual as she kept it up, her hands slithering on her body at the same time, which came the guys' jeering and wolf whistling. It was all rather fast, and she then played around with the men as she circled the cloth she had stolen on a particular one's shoulders, and pulled him closer to her face, the expression on him looking almost like one of foolish hope, in which she just trailed her gloved fingers down his chin and jaw, and lean in. Larxene can admit he was one of the hottest there, but she fooled him as he got closer for the supposed kiss, and rippled the scarf back, stepping off in a pirouette as she gave a sly wink. In fact, she had no idea what she was doing as this wa snot exactly planned, but hell, she was enjoying herself, the music blaring in her ears as she hip bumped and rocked her lower torso. It came to a point where she began to do back flips, and literally leaped into a nearby street pole in a demonstration of her power, high enough to get to the top, and grabbed it tight with her hands when she had launched herself. And those were the only limbs that were necessary to hold unto as she swung her body freely in a circle, skillfully lowering down as well, only to then in-between hook her leg knowingly almost out of nowhere in the swift and quick motions, and slid the rest of the way sensually and suggestively in that position while arching her back that curved her chest outward, one arm out as if to wave to her audience who had gathered, a grin on her face as they clapped and hollered. Her lungs were heaving, and she felt the perspiration on her forehead from all the work. This also made her feel like some stripper, but hey, it was a fun exercise, and it was for entertainment, because they needed to hire a dancer here. She wasn't done, however, as she turned around on the pole once more before lunging out of it speedily, doing a last groove, before she did a cartwheel and bounced high in the atmosphere and upwards, this time, now doing a somersault, and then switch it to a upside-down spin in mid air, and landing on the ground in a split the same time as the tune ended. This action, made them whoop more than possible, so much that it rattle like a earthquake, especially when they were stomping with loud applause, getting a bunch of things thrown at her like some clothes, roses and flowers, which she didn't bother to know where they came from, and coins. She definitely livened it up, as another song came, and the rest now were exhilarated to the point where she witnessed women being thrown up. The scarf she had was lost when she had pole danced, and she wasn't concerned about giving it back anyway. Getting up and straightening, taking a last bow to them as they gave her a final encore, she took in a deep breath, eyes glittering. Jumping happily, proud of herself, she ran from the still sizzling spotlight that was given her a ovation, and into the horde of humans, pushing some of out the way as she tried to find where she had abandoned Axel, blood hot and pumping, and full of adrenaline that she had missed. And it wasn't due to fighting. It didn't take long to find the redhead...as it wasn't hard to find the banquet with him, yet she didn't appear in his presence until she was looking calm, and leveled, like she hadn't committed what she just did, despite it showing in her uneven breathing. With a confident strut, she headed towards him, smirk on her face as she exclaimed to him, losing her cool composure for a moment in excitement, feeling like wanting to roam all over the place and move, "Did you see that? It's been such a long time! Wow..." And she looked at her surroundings eagerly after, asking, "Where are the drinks again? I want another brandy." "Larxene is drunk?" Xemnas had questioned aloud to the lower Nobodies who had interrupted his and Marluxia's conversation. There was no doubt that his reaction would be disbelief, and with a shake of his head, had sent them back, in his superior orders, to check if that was true and report it. If Larxene wasn't drunk, he really did have to sent Demyx. Or if Larxene was in fact, intoxicated, the meeting would have to be delayed, because he was not to have it with the female in that state of mind, whether she stayed here or elsewhere. Perhaps Axel was buying more time with this charade, though he appeared to be smart enough not to lie and give false updates in the first place. Hmm. What were those two...? It made him a bit suspicious, and he was curious to see what the minions would have to report on that matter. Yet, that was to wait for. Now, he had to concentrate on the pink haired man before him.
OOC: Awwws, it's quite okay, luvs. I have yet to get into TH. Roxas eyed the portal after giving a glance at Xigbar, slightly peaceful. "It's fine. I did get kind of a fight. I notice that girl has potential. I thought she was weak at first, but she does have something in there..." He was about to step in, before he raised a eyebrow, looking at Xigbar again, a expression crossing from confusion and amusement. Did Xigbar forget that the girl had guided them into their castle before as she trespassed? He smirked slyly. "And aren't we in headquarters?"
o.O I'm just doing it because some friends are in there. I want to download it into my USB, since I'm not having that in my computer ^^;.
MapleStory. Such a b!tch Dx. And yeah, just saw it o.O. Gonna read it now xD.
Okey! I'll await...
You make me sound 30 DDDDx. Where's the thread to review?
OMFG! SHE LIVES! SHE LIVES! O: Yay! So I'm not the only one who thinks of Oreo when looking at her name. Never heard of it either as well. And I...
I am looking for something that I can consume my time while it downloads xD: I'm doing it now. Whatever it is, you can talk to me. It's just that...
I have to say holy shat too xD. And if next time you want flashy...I'll give you flashy ;P. Your RPing has been missed D:. But at least we can...
About the copying thing, don't worry xP. That was mostly Roxas and all. And, yeah, I was surprised it ended soon, because I was expecting for it...
Kind of. Just busy downloading some game here, that's taking up my time D:. And about the Survivor RP, alright =D. Then I'll wait for it.
Larxene waited for what would come next, but this time, the enemy didn't direct it at her, and seemingly went forward to the three behind her who were still there. Returning back some insults. Her eyebrows raised at the words spoken to each and every one, Xioimara being ignored because she was a kid, and the rest for not doing anything to get him out while being outnumbered as they were saying. She shook her head, though, her expression darkening. She knew that they were letting her handle this, and whether they had faith that she could do this, she didn't know, but it was the same way Marluxia would help her only when she needed it. And the others were doing the same thing. Not that she wanted them to help. It will be embarrassing for her that she was on a one on one combat, a challenger, and people had to step in. Larxene knew she was too damn prideful and arrogant for her own good, but she wasn't going to deny that part of her: she wanted to handle this on her own. Like she always did. It was just her calling, and accepting others' help just irritated her. She was put off however, that the man, who appeared near her age, praised her in his own sentences while dooming the rest, and it sent her on a bit of confusion spree. Did he really think she was capable? It was ironic, how the rival was the only one who didn't doubt her or her abilities, though for all she knew, he just might be playing it up to degrade Axel and Demyx more. She should've known from there that it was to be turning out oddly, because after he was finished with her comrades, he then started approaching her, which stopped her from defending them in her own sharp tongue back as she tensed at the ready. He was calm, and looked harmless, but she remained alarmed, as she could never be certain if he was attempting anything. She didn't need to take a step backwards either, because he didn't intimidate her with whatever he would bring forth. Her fury was blazing again, and she held that back, especially as he stood beside her, eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as she prepared for any incoming attacks. She was aware that she could recover quickly if it ended with her not stopping it, so that wasn't much of a problem either, though she kept her peripheral vision on many things, her body, his body, any sort of twitch that got to her senses... After he proceeded to state some more words, which she didn't clearly get as she was concentrating on her dilemma, she took the chance to deliver something before he could screw her over, but was halted in surprise when he held her hand out of nowhere. She froze for a second, in outrage as well as puzzlement, wondering what the hell was he doing. Only Marluxia had ever done that to calm her as usual,; squeeze her hand, and only Marluxia was ever allowed to do such thing. Of course, that was until recently with their spat, but the fact still counted. This...member wasn't him, but some stranger who obviously was her opponent and from the other Organization, whether he cared about his rightful group or not. Her face twisted in a displeased look, her blood boiling, and she didn't listen to him as she began to struggle against his grip anyway, trying to snatch her hand back as she resisted harshly, but when she recalled that he was to portal them somewhere else to fight, she slowly paused...as she did prefer to not have the attention on her. With so many around. How did he know that's what she was thinking? Or was she that easy to read? It was there she found she was being covered in black as they portalled, and she couldn't stop that from happening once they were on the way...or maybe she didn't want to because it was better for her in the long run, yet, she still rebelled with her hand being grasped. It wasn't until they materialized in another setting that she took the initiative to really just twist her wrist, and get her hand free, glaring at him scathingly. She didn't care where he took her, she would show him that no place was low on her standards when it came to her skills. It only took her a moment to know her surroundings, and she concluded that they were still in Castle Oblivion, only in the Basement floors...where it was quite dark. No matter. She could still see, and if anything, she'll depend on her Nobody instincts. This was not a disadvantage. Composing a stance again, not wasting any time to have any little chit chat, she growled dangerously, "Don't you ever fucking touch me, bastard." Her hand shaking in turbulence at the thought of what he did, her insides churning, she summoned her other batch of kunai, the action lighting the scenery with a bit of electricity as she waited in the effect of a lioness laying low on her prey. EDIT: Roxas kept his eye on her, not willing to catch up to her on purpose, because if she did portal, he was able to check where she would be hiding in the Castle That Never Was easily, and if she kept running, he'll humor her, and play along. So he wasn't exactly worried about failing. If this was even considered failure. His intention was not to capture and lock her up, no matter what Xemnas said. He only stopped when she went over another hall, and halted her steps, resting it seems, as she was catching her breath while bending to her knees. He was only a few, small feet behind her, and he stayed hidden in a wall from the corner, watching her curiously. It didn't take long for her to decide something, it seems, and as she fell to the floor while she held the side he hit, making him feel somewhat guilty and which startled him into coming out and see if she was okay, she had portalled out from the ground, and was soon gone. Just like that. As he said, it didn't concern him, as he began to sense if she was anywhere on the vicinity. But, there were no traces. Either she was blocking it out, or she had returned to her castle, or somewhere else. But, he was certain she wasn't here any longer, and he sighed, shaking his head. What was that about? It felt like he was wasting his time, and nothing came out of it except a small spar. That female really was different, running off like that. Still, if he did harm her, at least she could've gone some place where she would get healed. It was something he hoped she did. Letting out a breath, he glanced around, not knowing what to do now. Go back to Xigbar, or to his room? Or visit his best friend? Or...be bored? There was nothing else to do in this place. It really was dull.
"It's fine", Xemnas had muttered in impatience to the Dancers who had come to ask the question if Demyx's Sitar was secured, sending them away just as quickly as they came without even much as looking at them. He was still waiting for the machine to be done, but the lower Nobodies coming in and out with messages was getting him to the last straw that he could handle. Next time, he would block them away from the laboratory so he could sit in peace, for once. Roxas had evaded the close fire slash she threw once more at him when his blow had conquered the target, almost simmering the sleeve of his cloak if he didn't move in time. He really needed to stop being this confident, and underestimating this girl, because he was losing himself in his ego. Hmm. His ego. And he was so certain that it was Axel who had it. Maybe he was truly rubbing off on him. And he grinned at that thought, looking back at his rival. She did have some moves on her, he could admit. And she wasn't bad, if not, just had to try a bit more. And he was getting ready to see what she would do next, until his eyes widened when she held her abdomen, making him drop his guard. He had done what he was trying to avoid throughout the duel, and he lowered his Keyblade, wondering if she was alright. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough either not to be alert in case she was attempting to trick him, yet, he wasn't worried. What he least expected was for her to sing "catch me if you can", and run off all of a sudden, leaving him behind. He blinked. Then he blinked again. "Wha-?" She was already off around the corner, and raising his eyebrow at Xigbar, since he couldn't let her be alone in the castle for many reasons, he took chase, gaining on her without much effort, but they both had quick feet. And she had a head start. As he made his Kingdom Key disappear because of the added baggage, knowing he could summon in a second if he needed it, he shook his head, not believing he was actually doing this. Playing a game of tag? He chuckled with a smile. Larxene grumbled in her throat, her focus slightly distracted at the interruptions, shouts, and screaming Xioimara as she set her vision on the trio. Her teeth gritted more harshly, not liking the yelling. However, the fight was controlling her high anger and temper, as she was venting out all the frustrated and problematic thoughts on this asshat, and not anybody else. Which she guessed was good. The tension of her body exerted with her moves, and made her limbs and muscles more flexible, and not as uptight like before when she was pissed off. And she was still pissed off, but not as much from what it was when she left Marluxia's room. At least this poser of a member was doing something positive in being a obnoxious ******. This is what she needed. Something to hit. Something to kick. Something to throttle. Something to fight. Something to take out her fury upon. And this guy just happened, or rather forced, the opportunity to be her punching bag. She was directing her mad turmoil on him, and it was very therapeutic for her. She didn't regret going head to head with the guy if it helped her relax. The thing was that her coat was yet to ease on the weight from being drenched, no matter if it had gotten better with the blow-drier, and her hair was loose, flowing down to her shoulders freely, while her real bangs, not her "antenna", flickered around her eyes, annoying her. Damn it. This is what she hated. Perfect timing for her hair to not be in its usual style. She was temped to see if it was mess again, but held herself back. She wasn't the type to check how she looked in the throng of a combat. Another thing was that everyone seemed to be rooting for her. Which was the most strangest thing she ever witnessed. It wasn't like it was normal or a every day thing, at least with Axel and Demyx, who weren't really getting along with her. Xioimara would always be on any member's side, whether it be Xaldin, Lexeaus, or even Saïx, so she wasn't confusing in her actions. Demyx was behaving now, however, so Axel was the question mark really. Maybe because the other was from enemy territory. Or that he liked to see a battle every now and then. Yeah, that was probably why. She didn't even know that they had gathered a crowd to watch the proceedings as she was concentrating more on what was in front of her, until Xioi came in and stood in the middle, distracting her. All that was left was for Marluxia to join the other three on the sidelines, and do a cheer. Larxene didn't really like the attention...aw, screw it, yeah, she liked being in the spotlight, but only in certain situations. Not this one. She felt more relaxed when she was alone fighting her opponent, because with everyone seeing her every move, it added pressure for her not to do a mistake. Even the smallest, tiniest one. Because then they will judge her. She was already rebelling against the fact that she didn't have the strength of a male or was good enough, so the last thing she wanted to hear was idiots busting about how she failed at that, or she failed at this, or she could've done that, or how they could've done better than her. She let out a hiss, noting she was becoming self-conscious about not messing up. This was a problem... She also comprehended that her body was tired, and some of her bones were aching from being forced to work. No rest. No rest at all today. With all the fights and exhaustion she had passed through, with not only Demyx, but with everything else, and yet, no sleep. She wouldn't be surprised that the moment she hit the bed, she'd knocked out. But she was thinking of things at the wrong time. She had to pay heed to her rival...alright, so, power seemed to be some type of...telekinesis, as she had been pulled her back from the portal. Yet, she knew that it wasn't exactly a power, if not, just something extra. There was more to this...it felt different. Maybe if he did some other move...but he was holding back, she could tell, and so was she. Other than that, he had multiple tiny shuriken. And there was a type of sword sheathed in his back. It made her smirk. The struggle of the ninjas. Though, in a more serious note, she wasn't sure where this was going... Then she remembered that she wasn't facing him. Oops, she deadpanned in her head, glancing back quickly at the nameless member to see how he was faring.
Roxas jumped from his daze slightly, his bright, cerulean eyes looking around his surroundings alarmed, leftover ice cream stick in his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of what just happened. Strange. For a second, he had thought the had heard his name being called. After a second search, he blamed it on him starting to hear things as he shrugged, scratching his head as he turned back to staring out for the final time at the twilight view of the sun before he had to go back to Destiny Islands. He let out a melancholy breath at that. He had to go back. He had to go back inside. Because without him, Sora would be incomplete. Even though he knew himself that he was Roxas, not Sora, in the end, he was just another entity and a part of Sora that would be missing if he didn't return. His fist clenched tightly, a rush of anger passing through him. It wasn't fair. It really wasn't. Couldn't there be a way for them both to coexist? Wasn't there? All the things he had left behind, the life he wanted for himself, his memories so screwed up that he couldn't even remember his red haired best friend, and his mind thinking that Hayner, Pence, and Olette were real, and not Data. He hated being fooled. And he was fooled. At least, he and Axel had made a promise to meet again, right? So where was he? When they spoke for the last time in the clock tower...and he could swear his eyes were moist... Something did spill. A tear? He shut his eyes at that, letting the soft breeze ruffle his hair and clothes, enjoying the momentary. The only reason he had opened them a few seconds later was to see the the imaginary of the sunset again, the clouds, the strikes of rays, the hue of orange, red, and yellow...it felt at home. His home. Giving a heavy sigh of defeat, he made his way to get up, throwing the stick of what was his ice cream somewhere, and as he straightened, he reluctantly gave every piece a last glance, the hand supporting the wall starting to create a portal, and it was leisurely forming. It had been awhile since he had been free, and his abilities as a Nobody were dormant, maybe, but now that he recalled back, he had sensed disturbances. That rift in the air when he knew that another was using the Corridors of Darkness. It was probably Dusks...but no, their method of portalling was different. A part of him wanted to delay his time and check it out, but another was aware that Sora was almost waking up... Waking up...
Okay then ^^;. Erase they go. And I'll go to the ones recent soon. However, the thing about the old PMs were about the Survivor RP. I was thinking...
