.::.Build Your Cages.::.

Xengla managed to find the kitchen again. Oh! It's real! She went to get a cup and hesitantly opened the refrigerator door to get some more juice. She didn't notice whether there were others in the room or not.

 

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.

 

OoC://You can take your stress out on me :] I enjoy helping people.

Pshwa, ya. If they aren't being played by anyone you guys can play them but not fully.
Except Xigbar for the moment. He's my bitch.
P.S.Maybe I'll edit and post soon. Kinda busy.

 

"Oh of course sir...I would never misjudge your actions..." Marluxia said keeping a blank face and giving a slight nod, "I trust you did what you had to in order to prevent as you said an unwanted death in the family..." He felt her move slightly against him, giving her a soft squeeze in a notion for her to continue to stay still and quiet.

"And I thank you greatly that you will consider my suggestion of maybe mixing up the teams a little to prevent things like this from happening..." he said softly and with a calm tone, "now if you will excuse us...I shall take her to her quarters..." he said heading towards the door and closing it behind him.

He walked down the hall, making sure he was giving Larxene the most comfortable position to lay in his arms, finally making it to her door. He walked in locking the door behind them, and gently laid her down on her bed. He entered her bath area, grabbing a towel and wetting it with warm water. Walking back out he gave a sigh seeing her move a little in what seemed like pain, he sat down beside her lightly wiping the towel across her forehead and cheeks before placing it on her forehead. He gently spoke, "I would have been proud to hear that you rid us of that annoyance...however not at the cost of your own life..."

 

ooc: why yes I am sure it is the room with the room built within the room that pretty roomy but probably needs another room that is more roomy than the roomy room because of the room with the costumer replying to the salesman:
*slaps on back of head*
(I made that up today. I made my friend Victoria go through the whole thing, and when she said that I smacked her on the back of the head ^_^ )

bic: "Simulation, over" the metalic voice said within the room (female), as the buzzsaw stopped, as well as the 8 legged being in the room. The sound of a door opening on the floor could be heard within the room. If anything, the danger was definatly passed

ooc: and I hear you like the word still though :P

 

OoC://Kind of like that knock-knock joke I told?
Me:Knock Knock
Dan:Whose there?
Me:Interrupting cow
Dan:Interrupt-
Me:MOO!
Knock-Knock!
Dan:Whose there?
Me:Interrupting sloth
Dan:Interrupting sloth who?
Me:*Pokes Dan*
Knock-knock!
Dan:Whose there?
Me:Interrupting completely uncalled for
Dan:Interrupting completely unca-
Me:*SMACKS and then runs*

BiC://

"What the f-" Xioimara started to say and her expression seemed to soften a tiny bit but not completely, more of confusion as she glanced up blindly, and crushed the robotic creature once more, and stepped over it, kicking it back. "Screw you!" Xioimara said in a Smart-Alick tone to the creature and walked away from it, her head down, still aware of what was happening, she wasn't about to let her guard down. Xioimara walked forward and made sure to test where she put her paws, she wasn't really up to falling through some trap door suddenly. Xioimara started forward a little faster, going into a run and well, let's face it, she couldn't wait to get the hell out of that room.

Xioimara felt the ground beneath her paws change, she skid to a stop and sighed a breath of relief. 'Now, now, let's find the exit, shall we?' Xioimara thought to herself, she stood up as tall as possible and took her time to think this time.

OoC://Nah, I still like Chuck Norris. And Clint Eastwood.

 

OOC: So water mage's post was like it never happened or what? I'm going to respond by using both posts as information. I don't understand and if I'm mistaken was there god modding in the last post such as controling what happened to Demyx? Could you explain what god modding acutally is?

Axel had witnessed and heard everything that had happened especially from the mind link that Demyx shared with him. He wanted to get rid of Larxene for her brutal attacks upon the water wielder. How dare her a lower member attack the musician. He knew she was nothing but trouble and so was Marluxia since they both thought alike. If he had it his way he would make her pay dearly for her conduct and the damage she caused. She was to hurtful, thought of the youth as nothing, but a pest and was beginning to turn into a bully. Axel didn't have any toleration for bullies especially those that thought they were better than others. He didn't understand why she had attacked her victim so violently so full of rage and hatred, but one thing for certain was that he was not going to let her get away with it. Axel admired Demyx's determination to fight back and hurt the female demon whom constantly was a thorn in his side. How did things go wrong and turn out for the worst? He knew his underling didn't want any enemies and that he admired Larxene for her personaility and wits, but he didn't know why Demyx had taken a liking to her? What did she have to offer him? It was nothing, but pain and torture and yet he kept going to her for some reason. Axel shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. He would have a talk with the sitarist and find out what was going through his head.

Gripping his fists he controled his hot temper keeping it hidden as he approached Xemnas. "Boss, you're not going to let her get away with what she did right? Demyx is the victim here and he fought back to show her that he has pride and is not a wimp. He wanted to prove something to her and she retailated by nearly killing him. No one understands Demyx, but me and as my duty as his superior figure I have to protect him. Demyx was only doing what I taught him to do and I'm proud of that. You wanted us all to be strong so that's what Demyx has proven to you and how do you repay him? You take your aerial blade to his neck and give Larxene permission to punish him. I'm shocked. The least you could do is have me deal with him." Axel stood his ground, but kept high respect for the superior. He walked over to Demyx whom was lying on the ground, kneeled on one knee and touched his forehead. "He needs medical attention. If you expect your plan to work you need all of us to be at our best which means Demyx needs rest and Larxene where ever the hell she is better not ever hurt him again physically or emotionally," he said her name like there was a sour taste in his mouth. "Hang in there Demyx," he picked him up in his arms, the body lying helplessly. "It seems I'm the only one that cares about you even though I don't have a heart. It's ironic don't you think?"

 

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..."

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7o75KKaB_U
best jk :P

bic: The minute she kicked it, the buzzsaw started spinning, but then stopped. Simply a breif reaction of her own action.

ooc: I really doubt I can say anything else but that. I would, but I mean, really, you arent even walking down the stairs yet, so.....

I aint happy. I'm feelen glad. I've got sunshine, in a back :P I'm useless, but not for long cuz my future, is coming on ^_^

 

OoC://Yes, I'm a rant bag :]

I should totally try that xP

BiC://

Xioimara turned around a huffed at the buzzsaw when it made a noise and then continued out. 'I need a shower.' Xioimara thought and felt her stomach start to growl. She would HATE it if she could actually feel hate, but let's face it, it would only be pretend. 'They are REALLY going to pay for making me starve...' Xioimara thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sat down for a moment to catch her breath. Xioimara licked a mat out of her fur quickly and laid down, she was feeling more tired than ever and her stomach was really starting to get to her. Xioimara growled and pulled back her head slightly and stood up, starting to walk on with a little jolt as if someone had just prodded or spurred her in the side. She felt her stomach growl loudly, it made her feel funny.

OoC://Stairs? She's never good with stairs.

Xioimara pulled back her paw, leaning back on her hind legs for a moment, awakened a little more, the floor had disappeared from under her paw, 'Steps. Brilliant.' Xioimara thought and stood up testing her weight on the stair with her paw to make sure she didn't miscalculate how far down the step was. She placed her paw down and hopped down the stairs quietly, making sure there was another step and not just floor.

OoC://
Don't you hate when you find that a step is closer than it really is and your knees like buckle from under you? xD

It's Sunshine in a bag ftw
Clint Eastwood, bitch.

 

Marluxia continued to gently run the soft and wet cloth over Larxene's face before once again laying it atop her forehead and leaving it. "Now the question is should I believe that thank you...especially with such a look of disgust on your face saying it..." he said blankly but hinted jokingly, "sucking up to the superior...hardly...you know the ruse of our game..."

He stood up and stretched slightly, he took a few steps until he was looking out her window, "as you well know...the same type of trust and bond...ironically we only share with each other..." He closed his eyes in thought, "I have always pondered that...when I first joined...no one seemed to understand my thoughts...even that old fool Vexen..." He laughed slightly opening his eyes, "and then you came along and things just seemed to fall together as far as having that someone who understood me..."

He walked back over to the side of her bed, "you're right...I forgot that the type of bond we share can not be included to anyone else...for the thought of bringing Demyx into our cause you have my apologies..." He said his face tensing a little, "and this flaming pain that I currently as my partner is becoming a nuisance as well..." He once again took a seat beside her, "hopefully he will consider the pairings again...however it is doubtful I will admit..."

 

ooc: I meant to say bag XD idk why, but I wrote down back instead. U may slap me for that error ^_^

lol, try doin that to ur worst enemy :P

I know how she feels. I hate stairs >.> they're all too close together :P

bic: The stairs continued in an endless spiral, heading downstairs. From the bottem, an aroma of what one might consider to be most delicious. MEAT. Oh so beautifully smelling MEAT. And the aroma wafered right up the stair case.

 

OoC://*BACKHANDS* My name is A Pimp Named Slickback!

*Twilight*->I was listening to my MP3 players and I started to think of Larxene when this song came on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoVVtvW2Z8s
It's lulzy worthy


BiC://

Xioimara quietly trodden down the steps, it seemed to never stop. It was starting to get on her nerves. She stopped and sighed shaking her head and then lifted up her head smelling something, her tail wagged a few times and she continued forward down the stairs following the smell. 'Sweet. Food.' She thought overjoyed, happy to be reassured, maybe, anyways. 'It's a trap.' Xioimara suddenly thought and stopped dead in her steps, 'Should I go back up?' Xioimara questioned herself wondering if going any further would be a good choice. 'Exit.' She also thought and continued forward if anything it might be the promise of escape somehow. Then, then she would have the promise of being able to see the leader again, Xigbar, everyone. Xioimara picked up her pace to a jog down the stairs, she would have liked to go faster but was cautious to keep her balance at mind.

OoC://Sorry 'bout the shortness.

 

ooc: Well why did you do that now Slipback :P

all that song did was reinlist my fear in women >.>

bic: The minute Xiomara stepped off of the set of stairs completely, a cage came up out of no where from the ground, setting itself up all around her and incasing her within it, as an electronic voice said "No dogs in the masters room. Bad dog. Bad dog. Bad dog. Bad dog....." he said, repeating the same 2 words, as what one might figure to be a spraybottle could be felt spraying xiomara


ooc: I just thought of an incredibly awsome new char! I gonna go make it tommorow :P

 

Oh my god.....:D That video was awesome....but uh.....those...weren't accidents......>_>......

 

Demyx awoke in the arms of Axel, his feet hanging off to the side. What had just happened? One minute he remembered Larxene attacking him with such force and hatred like she had a heart, but how was that possible? Did his water trigger a devastating effect that made her go beserk? Last he recalled Xemnas had told them that they don't have hearts and not to be fooled with feelings or emotions so how was it possible for someone without a heart to attack him so? He couldn't ponder why he had returned the favor with just as much pride and vengence towards her? Of course! Now he understood the reason for his intentions. It was to prove to her that he was a survivor and that he belonged to be in Organization XIII. He had to live with to many members with different attiudes so he did what he could to stay away from them; however, he chatted with them to be friendly and to learn what they were up to.

Demyx may of acted incompetent, useless, and clueless for many reasons, but in reality he had his very own intentions and would use these techniques to his advantage. Larxene was one of the ones he fooled time and time again enjoying seeing her get upset and what else he could get away with since her personaility intrigued him. He acted much like a child pulling so many stunts just enough until he got caught and he enjoyed getting on her nerves since she seemed to act human like he did. He knew there was some sort of connection they both shared and he would find it without getting himself killed. Yes, getting hurt by her was all part of his plan to see how human she reacted and now he could justify by what he experienced and felt in terms of pain. His water attack was the clencher to bring out her fury and now he would work on trying to get her to trust him by acting tough when he had to be, but sensitive and fun loving and sincere hoping to break her wall down.

The melodious nocturne gazed at Axel whom was speaking to Xemnas and now Vexen was present? "Great... why are you here?" What was going on? Why was the creepy scientist looking at him like that? What did he want? Demyx struggled in Axel's arms and felt pain all over his body. Breathing deeply he coughed; his hands close together to his chest when he saw Xemnas. "Don't hurt me," he cowered closer to Axel. "Wait... what happened to Larxene? Did I actually weaken her?" Water puddles were present in the room along with the cracking of the left over sparlks of lightning that were sizzling in various locations of the water in various parts of the room. "Ah... Blew it again..." he cast his eyes to the ground, accidently tilting them to Xemnas's own. "Um... oops... " he chuckled lightly being guilty as sin. "I'm busted still aren't I?"

 

OoC://Well, here I go ya' guys.
Happy 2009! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Fafoofooka. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
Anyways, I gave *TN* control over Xio.
Listen to her.
As usual.
I will give you the same threat I said to *TN*(different reason though):
If you don't listen to her, I will track you down and we will throw a party, I will get you drunk, when you wake up you will have the lyrics to Hitler Rap permanently tattooed on both arms, swastikas carved into your forehead with sharpie and your hair will look like Sora's hair. Or whoever you hate the most in the game.


Bye :]
Be good little kiddie's now, okay?

 

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.

 

"I'm not sure of exactly what happened, but Demyx did have a reason for what he did. She must of aggravated him like she does everyone else," Axel folded his arms and sighed deeply. He had a feeling that Xemnas would not consider anything he said since, Xemnas was never wrong and no member would ever attempt to do the unthinkable against the superior. The organization had an order by what they lived by, which was to collect hearts, supposely respect members that are higher and above all treat the Superior with respect and be loyal to the organization. Axel did not want to get on the silver long haired nobody's bad side since it meant he could get harmed in the end. He had no choice, but to listen and relunctly agree to the boss's demands. After all, what other options did he have? He was glad that Xemnas did agree for him to accomapany Demyx to see Vexen, but he did not trust the scientist as far as he could throw him. Vexen was creepy, had a chip on his shoulder and thought he was better than everyone else. What could he do for Demyx? Axel would make sure to watch Vexen carefully. "Boss, I don't know what you have in mind for Demyx, but don't allow Larxene off the hook either. She plays a big role of what she did by acting like a stuck up primdona in the hallway.," his emerald eyes focused on the young nobody in his arms. "Demyx, you're in good hands now. I'm not going to let the senile pychocotic aging failure lay a pinkie on you or he'll wish he never messed with me," his eyes were like that of a cat stalking and watching its prey; the hues shimmering from the flames that raged inside of him.

 

Demyx nodded his head to Xemnas understanding his lecture, as he shifted in Axel's arms. He crossed his arms, pouting like a child since he hated to hear long winded speeches and once again the Superior was threatening him. It always seemed that was the way. His hands gripped his sides attempting to ignore the pain he was in for he wanted to be strong especially in front of Axel. Sighing and feeling like he was given the ultanmatium, his freedom had mysteriously vanished for he was forbidden to even be in the same room as the female nobody? How would avoiding her and ignoring possibly work if they were assigned to work together? It would go against Xemnas's orders so the musician felt he was in a tight postion of having matters end up negatively for him. It wasn't fair that the ninth member had to have strict orders of who he could not see or interact with and it was simply a sign of distrust that made him feel awful. He wished that he never even saw Larxene that morning in the hallway. If he would of known that he would be in big trouble then he wouldn't of even left his room. How come she always seemed to get her way and he was the one that was being reprimanded all the time? It wasn't fair, but life wasn't supposed to be and he had to learn his lesson the hard way. Furrowing his brows he stared at the leader of the organization with hatred, but kept his temper under control.

"If I'm not allowed to talk to her, see her, and even be in the same room as her then she should share that fate as well. She's not allowed to harm me either or next time I will do something unimaginable." He jumped out of Axel's arms and staggered to his feet from the impact on the ground. "I don't need Vexen's aid and I'll prove to you all that I'm not some weakling you can push around. I'll take care of myself with out any of your help and especially the old scientist's." His pride was giving him the will power to keep himself from fainting or breaking down in tears for he was in incruciating pain. "Boss, you don't care if I live or fade into the darkness just as long as you get hearts so don't pretend that you do and that goes for any of my so called family. You would probaly be better off without me anyway," he turned his back on all of them feeling alone, lost, and hurt as he starrted to walk out of the room. Suddendly his instincts revealed to him of what he was doing and he stomped the ground as hard as he could hating to feel these "false emotions" or to shed "phantom tears." It was nothing, but an illusion that made his blood boil. Embracing himself with his arms, he hugged his body and tilted his head to the ground until he fell on his knees and kept his face hidden behind his hood that he pulled over his hair before landing on the hard ground. "No one gives a damn about me," he replied through his gritted teeth, striking the ground with his right fist. "I hate you all," his actions were a desperate cry for help that would not forth; not from a family that had no hearts.