.::.Build Your Cages.::.

"Calm down" hundreds of voices said all at once, all belonging to that of Dustix, the mirror shattered on the ground. "It would appear that someone is slightly touchy about being within this castle. May I ask the name of this person?" Dustix asked, though there was no reflection of him in the dust which had been left behind from the original mirrors state. "I'd take a look for myself but it would appear that something has happend to the mirror, so it may be troublesome" he stated as slowly the little bits of dust were dissapearing, one by one. It was not as if they were forming back together or anything, but it certainly had shown signs that obviously the glass itself which formed the mirror helled certain properties within it which were unnatural for that of normal mirrors. "As for Ravix, you may leave him for now. he is out of my site at the moment, though from what I could last gather, he is still alive. I can also make close assumptions that they will keep him alive as well, or else they would have killed him now. You have no need to worry" Dustix said to Xengla

Toxyn looked all around himself, feeling slightly out of place due to the current location that he was in. He was in a sitting position, merely floating around, as he influenced the gravity around himself, causing him to float. He was upside, but due to the gravity influence, it was not as if blood was rushing to his head either. "I wonder if I might have any visitors. Or perhaps they plan on keeping me here forever or something of that sort" he mumbled to himself. "Wow, I think I may have rathered they keep me completely binded somewhere so that I may atleast talk" he said, merely talking to entertain himself

 

OoC://I feel the same xD Ravix is too much of a prick to leave. He caused to much. xP You don't need to post for him in every post. I'd be screwed if I had to post something for every character in each post.
Fkb-> Sirius-as in like Sirius Black, oh snap

Why so serious, you guys?

And
The Fuk YES!
I just got the acceptance into my high school next year xD Sparkling Cider for everyone! I have a hangover from caffeine-Mum says I'm gonna kill myself if I take to many caffeine pills. I've only had one in the past two months. Bleh, I only have them when I'm like really REALLY tired, it's not like 5 Hour Energy would be any better. That shizz sends me off the walls.



BiC://
Ravix opened his mouth trying to say something, anything, he could feel the prick of thorns around him, the tiny stings of pain and then, yet again, darkness. He shut his eyes tightly and stayed as still as possible. Ravix realized he was shaking and soon collected himself and stayed quiet, he opened his eyes hearing the low sound of a ally. Toxyn. He was talking quietly to himself, Ravix couldn't pick up what he said but was positive he was there. Well, at least he was stuck with his buddy. He could recall that he was probably going to have to apologize to Xioimara but for the moment he was in the same mood that Xioimara had been in and was being just as stubborn as her-he refused to act on whatever would come upon him, he wasn't going to apologize to that brat. Never. "Shut up." Ravix said in a friendly voice to Toxyn, relieved that if or when the superior of Organization XIII came he wasn't going to be standing alone.

Xigbar watched as the thorns wrapped themselves around Ravix and as he quickly disappeared. He looked over at Xengla who seemed to be acting rebellious, "Now, now, you would rather loose your home for some glory that you might never attend to have?" Xigbar asked cocking his head to the side and in his hands appeared his gun arrows, "If you would rather get messed up for glory that might never happen and have nothing to look forward to once you need to care for any injuries," Xigbar started to say to Xengla keeping a calm voice rather than acting out as he had toward Ravix, "So, be it." He said with a smart tone, well aware that this would be a fair fight for Roxas, and took a step back and looked at Roxas, "I got to attack already, you're turn." He said to Roxas and looked back at Xengla for a moment. Dustix was still well audible and it was also starting to irritate him but he was sure it would end when Xengla left.
"Pristine." Xioimara said back, she could sense the annoyance hidden under Vexen's voice, "I think I've thoroughly pissed you off enough, I know you aren't fond of kids-I hate little kids, as is," Xioimara started to say, "Enough of that. Sorry to get in your way, thank you." She said to Vexen, under normal times she would have probably been more thankful but she didn't want to get in Vexen's way anymore and either way, she wasn't very social around Vexen he never appeared to really be around for that matter, most of the time in his laboratory researching. He was probably the only member she didn't talk to much, the others were now-and-then or a failed attempt to engage in conversation.

Saϊx put aside KuaXa's bad-mannered remarks, they didn't bother him. His work here was done, and any moment now this castle would be ruined in it's major arteries. Saϊx's claymore disappeared as did he through a portal back to headquarters. Everyone else was also back, he normally wasn't last to return but even though he returned a little later than the others he was satisfied with the damage he had helped cause towards the Nameless' Castle.

 

The nameless castle had begun shaking slightly. THings such as pictures, decorations, ect, began falling as it had done so....

Toxyn looked at Ravix with a strange look. "My my. Troublesome developement, though it may serve to my advantage" he mumbled to himself so that Ravix could not here. He then raised his voice, saying "Well now, it would appear that I have the visitor which I had been asking for. Tell me, what brings you to the wonderful guests room of Xemnas?" he asked, sarcasm in his voice. "Tell me, how are things top side?" he asked

 

Xengla was getting frustrated. They say that their home is going to be a huge pile of dust. The Leader said otherwise. What would be the wise thing to do? Leave and regroup. But....grrrr.....it's like capture the flag....pause and think. Is this really necessary? "No. There's no such thing as glory. Just like there's no such thing as love at first sight. Besides.....it's been a while since I've had a nice fight. I need some refreshing to improve my skills." She replied with a small smirk. What have I gotten myself into? Regardless, he could attack at any moment. Be prepared.

 

OOC: Hellkitten...you shouldn't even be drinking caffeine at your age xD....o.o. Still, today, me bored, and curious, I just showed my mom a picture of Larxene, she doesn't know about KH at all, or the character, and she already said by just looking at her face that the girl has a attitude. And I'm like, "You have no idea...o.o". She also said she was pretty and had a awkward beauty about her [=3], but that her hair, while cute, can perhaps help fix most TVs and be used for wave signal connections -_-. Told her of her power, said she was a "human-sized generator, and a double threat for agencies everywhere while saving our bills".

I don't know. It's weird connecting with your parents to some level like that o.o. So, I got tired of her picking on Larxene [D< *I ish bitter*], and showed her Axel too because I'm a such a fangirl for the guy ♥, I had to ♥, and asked if he was good-looking, and she said "Yeah...for a redhead". Said he was pretty too [WTF?....okay, fine, he is >.>]. Showed my younger cousin. First she was in denial, but then she admitted it too. And of course, I had that big goofy smile on my face at the answers. SCORE!

I'm such a nerd D: *shames on self*.

I should show her Marluxia xD.

*cough* Anyway...



"Guess you're not as weak willed as I thought," Roxas remarked with intensity, sounding somewhat impressed and surprised, while at the same time threatening. The broken, dusted mirror still speaking was starting to irritate him, however, especially the booming and the multiple echoes of that man's voice, and for the second time, he concentrated on getting rid of it for a sense of peace. A line of light protruding from the end of his Kingdom Key shot at the floor where the remains of it were, encasing in a white light, that expanded slowly, flashing what appeared like a crown, before it all ended quickly. He didn't clean it up, if anything, just got rid of it. If it was some type of magical mirror, what he now did would've done the job as his own magic could destroy it. Yet, he still stepped over to see if the contents were still there, eyes squinting for anything. But, no. Completely gone in his vision. Finally. Besides, it wasn't like the girl would have time to talk after what they were about to engage in. Straightening up again, he wished she could've taken the time to run away as he had offered. He didn't want to sound cocky or anything, that was more Axel's attitude, but he was well aware that he was able to take her. Mostly take everyone. And with his experience with fire already due to his best friend well...the last thing he wanted was to harm her, but if he didn't have a choice, and she was obviously trespassing, as well as chatting with her leader, then it was the cue to act on his job as a member of the Organization. Maybe he could just make it easy on her.

Regaining back his stance, while she was wielding two swords, he didn't bother to summon his own two weapons, because one was enough for him. He wasn't out to hurt her, yet he also could not hold back completely, unfortunately, he had to drive her out. And Xigbar had given his agreement for him to handle it as well. She was also willing to go through with this among everything else, and so will he, as she didn't take the opportunity to escape. It was her loss in the end. Glaring at her, he swished the Keyblade to the side, raising his eyebrow. "Hope you're ready". It wasn't a second later after his words let out that he unexpectedly dashed towards her, and whirled the Kingdom Key straight at her full-front, the wind ripping at the force.





Larxene nodded as he turned off the blow dryer and headed off to put it away, hearing him say it was alright, and she can choose what she wanted to do. That was better for her, and it made her feel less exposed, to some extent. And after she saw him fluff his hair, witnessing that, if she wasn't okay, she was definitely soothed now. Really, Marluxia sometimes made her wonder...and she tried not to smirk or chuckle at the thought. What she didn't expect was the next words, and as she blinked in surprise, pondering if she was hearing right, she listened to something unzip behind her, which made her tense. Wai-what? Alarmed, she turned quickly around, and her breath got stuck in her throat when she saw a beautifully, strong, bare-chested Marluxia in all his glory, her eyes jumping out like saucers as she gazed at the candy, his coat draped over the bed. She stood still for a minute, not believing what she was actually seeing, and in a stumble, veered right back to looking at her halfway dried cloak, her cheeks burning, hands opened in front of her as if she was trying to balance herself. She let out a breath. That was...that caught off-guard for a second. She didn't know Marluxia was going to follow in her steps, and actually take a piece of clothing off. If anyone comes in the bedroom now, they might think something is wrong, that they were messing around, and she wanted to avoid that type of confrontation. Though, the people that were recently here were the only ones who would ever pop in for any reason, and they just left.

She massaged one of her heated cheeks, in a sort of relaxation.

It wasn't attraction, she knew that without a cloud of doubt, but really, she wasn't going to lie to herself either, and say that his body was nothing. Because it was something. Toned, muscled, well-proportioned, strong stature, and yes, Marluxia did have a amazing body. And to see that perfect sculpture of a man free all of a sudden made her a bit blind sighted for a moment, being that she was a woman. Larxene truthfully admired what he possessed...if it was any other time and circumstance where she would see him as a lover, she would surely jump on the chance to feel that skin. It wasn't, though, and it didn't floored her. She was aware of what would his torso be like despite that it was covered, yet, this is the first time she had witnessed it. It was uncanny. He was all man. Nonetheless, she wasn't exactly prone to men with built bodies only anyway, as she was fond of even those of Axel's types. As long as they weren't flabby like a prepubescent little boy, and had crap to show on muscles like a amoeba, she was fine. Either way, she was honestly over it after the while, and her face was calming. So with a shake of her head, she twirled back around, giving him a deadpanned look. That was unfair. She was the only one who should be parading her looks around here. Rolling her eyes, she stepped toward him, understanding that they had to talk over more important manners that concerned the two of them. That being, the plan. It wasn't that she didn't trust him well enough...she still didn't fully trust him...even with the smallest bit left, but that was the least of the problems. The fact was that the more she saw, the more she believed that this was getting dangerous. And that it wouldn't work. She maybe wouldn't have noticed it, as she was oblivious that way, but these were too many people now, and she had to put it out there, because everything ahead of them looked grim. It was foolish to her by this point.

In a change of pace, she finally decided to rather sit on the bed instead of going to him, being more comfortable. She was getting tired of standing, and sighed at what she was to discuss, big, doe-eyes glancing at the pink haired man. Larxene didn't know how to begin, but she decided to get to the point right off on what was bothering her. Silent for a second, she opened her mouth, "Marluxia." She paused there, trying to find the exact words that might sound right. "Look, I think...I think this whole ploy of taking over the Organization is really...pointless. I hope you're smart to know the fact that, everyone is on to you. And in turn, me. Everyone knows what you're up to. Everyone is waiting for what you are going to do. Xemnas himself had said so right now. No one is taking you seriously and they are not threatened. This just feels like we're stepping up high, and they are all prepared to watch you, and us, fail. Really. I don't know what's the point of planning, since...everyone knows! I mean, what else needs to be said? It would be better if we thought that they weren't convinced that we were going to do something, but the others are watching, they are predicting, and...there's many flaws already, and we haven't even begun. Everyone who does know aren't too fond of seeing you as leader either, so if we do get rid of Xemnas in a sort of miracle, the other members would rebel themselves, for all we know, if they don't accept it. Xemnas can hold power...because he has power. He's the strongest of all of us, keeps hsi respects and order, and holds the ability of what makes us Nobodies: Nothing. The man can turn you into a Dusk if he thinks it's for the best. You're one of the strongest Marluxia, but you're not the strongest, and with people against you altogether, even with...a Keyblade Master, it appears bleak. And what of the Keyblade Master then? That, the ones who care about him, are simply going to let him be a puppet? What about Roxas? There's too many things...and, I'm realizing it now of how everyone is acting lately...Marluxia, it's common sense. This is not turning out well. At all."

She eyed him, a serious expression on her face.Truthfully, she'll be shocked if he chooses to continue, considering everything she said, and then she'll be prompted to slap him around a bit until his senses come through, because she could not see any good coming out of what they were plotting. And she knew it wasn't too late for a change of mind. She was going to put her...lack of life on the line for him, she agreed to that, but if it was for a downhill ride, then she didn't get the worth in it. They'll gain nothing, and lose everything.





Xemnas was expecting a reaction. Just not this reaction. It was the first time in ages, and only Demyx was the witness, where he looked like he was stunned, standing there as he watched and shifted his wide eyes on the insane musician who was now all over the place, spilling tears, whining, crying, shouting, and it was so much, that Xemnas had nothing to say, except appear like a deer in headlights at what exactly was happening, lips agape. Disbelief. He could not comprehend what his vision was picturing, and that the young man was ultimately crazy. He did note that before he exploded into this ballistic tantrum that he had taken a pause like Larxene had done before she went on her murderous spree. But this, compared to hers, this was way worse. He could at least say that she was dangerous and deadly in her own attack, yet Demyx...Demyx was the epitome of pathetic and pitiful. He could not breathe in that one of his members was actually behaving this way, and it was sad. Not emotionally, he could not experience such a thing, but it was a poor, disgusting sad if he was human in this precise moment. All this for a Sitar? A weapon? Incredible. It made him contemplate if he was too unbalanced to stay here, and that he had to get rid of him for his own sake. Whatever it was that snapped, he knew it was not real in the very finest of the terms, even to this enormous level. It was like the memory of something that had caused this lack of conduct, as had affected Larxene, and his lips frowned distastefully when he had then puked on the floor, and Xemnas turned his sight to the side, away. He shook his head. He was not at all impressed, and he found to be a audience to this miserable display wretched.

When Demyx had slammed himself to a wall, his patience was gone along with it. He had enough of this. Clearly enough. And it showed in his face as it naturally shadowed. If this is the way he was to have his instrument back, and there was this attachment to it, the more verdict it gave him to keep it out of his hands. In another sort of different situation, he would have given it back if he had made a liable explanation for it. But in this manner? Never. He was a complete embarrassment, and he was becoming ashamed, or he would be ashamed if he was back to his abandoned name, that he even recruited him in the first place. If this was the childish and spineless attempt to get his sole weapon back, he was sorely mistaken. He wasn't going to stand for this, and he was not going to give him what he wants in consolation as a temperamental and uncontrollable baby. When he had clutched at his cloak then, and begged on his knees again, he glared at him...he glared at the sight. Call him heartless, literally, and cold, but there was not a prize for seizures and spasms. Pulling away from his grasped hands on his cloth, he gave a step back, his features having a demeanor of repugnance. Letting a portal start to consume him in darkness, as he, once more, did not have the time for this, or this eruption, he notified loudly, with a dangerous and icy tone, "I don't have to go through this mess that you have become. Report and talk to me about your punishment when you are stable and less impotent."

And he disappeared from the room without any hesitation, allowing the access to portal in that settlement, which was only created for Demyx's final sentence, and materialized back in the lab to Vexen and Zexion, anyone there noting the apparent sign of stress as he regally faced his fellow researchers, the atmosphere saying by its own not to question him about anything that went on.

 

OOC: *eyes TwilightNight curiously* And you meant what by that?

BIC: Marluxia sighed hearing the words spill out of her mouth, words of betrayal as they could really be taken as. Although it wasn't like everyone else in the Organization hadn't already been telling him these things. He just wondered how long it would take for all the mess to finally break her down as well, someone he held as a strong and firm follower in his footsteps, and that moment had finally come.

"I admit..." he said quietly staring out the window, "the fact that everyone is suspicious is no surprise..." he said smelling his rose. "What happened to the strong willed woman who I brought up...who didn't listen to what people said...even me sometimes...." he said turning around and locking eyes with her. His face was blank, but his eyes said all they needed to staring softly into hers, "you told me yourself...death would be greater than this life...forgive me this pitiful existence..."

He rubbed his temples before locking eyes with her again, "and tell me...what is the purpose of just leaving things as they are...because as I recall...you wish for the exactly opposite that Xemnas is offering us...our hearts back..." He sighed, "but then again that ploy is to be judged as well...Roxas has been in this Organization for how long...and Sora has been capturable for how long..." He shook his head, "yet has anything happened...sometimes I think this Organization forgets itself...thinking that Xemnas cares for all of us..."

He laughed softly at that statement, "the man is apparently only in this for himself...I admit it...sometimes I believe he should be a heartless...rather than a nobody..." He stood up stretching a little before leaning down eye level with her, "I figured you would be one to realize that as well...realize why I am doing this..." He sighed leaning close to her, "perhaps that pact wasn't strong enough..." he said kissing her once on the lips, pulling after straight after it. He licked his lips and sighed, "don't get the wrong idea...merely a pact...the only type I knew it life..."

 

Xengla could tell as soon as he started charging at her, that he was pretty quick on his feet. Could she be quicker? She used her right sword to block against the attack while using the left sword to maybe either support the guard or maybe strike. However with the force of the impact she had to back up one step and nearly dropped her sword from the force. Yikes! He's strong! Xengla was using most of her body weight pushing against Roxas. But eventually she knew she could never handle a standoff based on strength. Already her arms were getting tired. She quickly jumped to the side and fireslashed Roxas from there. This was going to be the start of a long and exhausting battle. All I wish is for a draw......I can't fight like this....I'll probably have to run for it.

 

"Fine! Go then you demon. Be like everyone else! " anger errupted in the organization member's voice after Xemnas had left. The nocturne had spilled his guts to his leader hoping for some sense of understandment and compassion even though he would never receive any from someone who saw him as nothing, but a speck of dirt, an eye sore, and one that could of easily ended his very life. It was to painful to bare, the resentment and the hatred Xemnas had marked him to be and now he would never get his sitar back. It just was not fair. His very weapon the symbol of his peace and solitude was locked away in a room where he did not know where it was. He cursed himself for even revealing it, when he had gone on his knees. It would still be in his possession and not thrown somewhere with no sentimental value for its worth. Clenching his fists, he beat the wall several times having his knuckles bleed from underneath his leather gloves not even feeling the sharp pain that would come later. He didn't care what happend to him now even if an enemy of theirs were to show up and take him away. Life was not worth existing without his sitar. "B******..." with his teeth gritted he beat the wall some more, his eyes furious with rage as if the wall was Xemnas. "I hope he never gets his heart. That would be the perfect punishment for him," the blood flowed from the bruised and open cuts that formed around his wrists running down the cuffs of his gloves until small puddles of blood formed on the ground mixed with his tears. Sticking his tongue out and licking the right side of his mouth, he tasted the salty liquid and swallowed it to regain any water loss that he was expiring. Closing his eyes he leaned his head aganist the wall as memories took him once more of a painful time of his human life.
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On a star filled night towards the end of summer, the musician had been out way past his curfew and was with his friends in a band performing on the beach. All of the girls were swooning over him as the youth, jumped in the air with an electric guitar in his hands letting his melodious voice make them weak at the knees and scream out his name with hysteria. He would smile at them showing his pearly whites as he shook his hips, his slim well toned physique melting into their hearts, as his music upset the balance of the quiet neighborhood. One particular girl winked at him and brought herself on stage to kiss him since she was dared to by her friends. He returned it with kissing her on the lips for nearly 30 seconds. An unruly riot broke out as the handsome teen left the area avoiding all of the fans that too wanted affection. Once the coast was clear he returned, signed out autographs, gave the girl that kissed him his cell phone number and waved goodbye to his friends. Jumping into his blue sport car he speed home wanting to get there before his parents knew he was out so late. It was past midnight, as he arrived at his home on the coast and walked into the door not knowing both of his strict parents were waiting for him in the living room. "That was so awesome," he placed his equipment in his room and headed towards the kitchen to get himself a midnight snack where he was stopped by a slap from his mother across his cheek.

"Do you know what time it is young man? The neighbors have been calling us non stop from the noise and I'm sick and tired of your immaturity. When will you grow up?" she screamed having a fit. Before he could answer as he rubbed his cheek she walked past him and pointed her finger at him. "You always have to be the center of attention don't you? Notice me! Look at me! I'm Myde the hottie. Check me out everyone! "You know what? I work all day and you are busy screwing around wasting your whole summer at the beach flauting your body and talent doing who knows what. Well I've had it, I'm going to have your father deal with you," You're causing to much stress for me and I will not have it!" she slammed her bedroom door.

"Mom, don't be like this. I was only having fun. I wasn't drinking or doing anything illegal. I'm sorry just don't have dad deal with me," he pounded on the door. "Mom, you just need to calm down and perhaps we can talk about this tomorrow morning or so?" he yelled between the door. His pleas were cut short when he heard a door slam open and his father call out his name.

"Myde get your ass in here right now!" His father bellowed whom was a displinarian and authortive figure. He would not tolernate his son leading the life he wanted as a rock star using his talant and looks to get what he wanted anymore. His father was a respected leader holding the prestigious title of an executive whom had an amazing IQ and was one of the ones in command of the military projects. He expected more from his son to follow in his footsteps and not be this punk rockstar and model, eyecandy for many young people regardless if they were male or female.

Myde with a big bottle of water in his hand rolled his eyes, and walked in as he crashed on the leather couch. "What is it old man? Come to yell at me some more? This will be the third time now?" he counted on his fingers as he gradually drank his water.

His father grabbed the glass and poured it over his head not approving of his disrespectful attitude. "Now you listen here and you listen good. You are my son and come from a long family of achievers who make something of themselves and you're wasting your life exposing your body as a model and playing that horrible racket. You also spend to much time at the beach and in the water and I swear you must of been half merman or something. Well I'm coming down on you like never before. Myde, it's time for you to grow the hell up and make something decent of yourself."

Myde jumped off the couch looking at how drenched his clothes were. "Dad you messed up my hair," he played with it with his fingers to get it to his style for some of the top spiked up and a side of it hung down midlevel to his face. And don't you know what this is?" he wiped the water off it and blotted it with a pillow that was on the couch. "It's leather and you're ruining it," he took off his long leather assemble layed it on the couch, revealing his dark blue teeshirt and black jeans. "Besides I'm never going to be you so get used to it. I have my own life and I don't want to follow in your steps," he slammed his foot to the ground as he violently got out of control being the bipolar person he was. "Stop telling me what to do dad. Why can't you be proud of me that the way I'am? I'm gonna live the life I want. Got it? I'm not a kid anymore so shove it!" he threw pillows at his father.

Out of rage for being insulted, his father grabbed him and held him to the ground knocking him on his stomach giving him a shot in his arm with medication to calm him down. "This other personaility complex of yours is getting way out of control. I don't know how you got it? You're bipolar because of my side of my family genes, but normally you're this sweet, carefree guy then you switch and become this insubordinate punk who thinks he can get whatever he wants. Well I won't have it."

"So what? No one pushes me around and treats me with respect so get used to it father. You can't change me no matter what you do," Myde struggled to get away, but the weight of his father holding him down was to much for him. He gasped and began to cry when his pants were ripped down as his butt was being whipped with his father's belt. "NO! Not the belt! I'm to old for that!" he screamed and pounded his fists like a baby kicking his legs into the air.

"That is nothing compared to what happens next," his father got off him and ran into his room taking his guitar into his hand. "You leave me no choice, but to take away what means the most the to you," he seized the guitar and held it over the balcony ready to drop it over.

"NO! Not my guitar! Father please don't! I'll do anything you ask just don't destroy it," he screamed like a child pulling up his pants before running towards him.

"Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness then. Come on Myde. You're this flashy rockstar and model who thinks he can have what ever he wants and now you're being all hysterical. If you want to see your guitar again you'll do as I ask."

"Ok. Ok. You win, I'll do it!" he got on his knees and began to cry until being smacked by his father for his attuide earlier. He cried as his father stormed off into his room with his guitar in his hand and locked it away.

"You'll get it back when you deserve it and you're going to have to earn it back," he came back out and sat on the couch watching Myde run off into his room and cry hysterically onto his bed.
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Opening his eyes, Demyx brushed the hurtful memory out of his mind. "I never did get it back because something happened that made me lose my heart that week and become what Iam now.". Shaking his fists and with his neck arched back, he inhaled through his diaphragm and exhaled sending forth a scream so loud that it broke the glass in other rooms of the castle that were nearby that was so ear shattering the intensity vibrated and echoed throughout the halls causing the dusks and the lower nobodies to stop what they were doing. The fury of his power was not able to be controled so easily without his sitar that chaos formed in the room causing his element to go haywire and out of control. "I've had it! I lost my guitar before when I was human and I'm not going to lose my sitar as a nobody either," he disappeared out of the room leaving it into chaos and ruin, a major flood in its wake. As he ran down the halls, the aldraline pumped in his system giving him the extra energy and stamina to ignore all the pain he was in earlier and carry out what he needed to do. His senses were locating the other nobodies presences in the castle as he began his search for Xemnas. Stopping for a minute he rested and called forth his slaves. "Dancers!" The dancers appeared to their leige and bowed their heads in obiendance. "Locate Xemnas and tell him that I will meet with him elsewhere. I haven't decided the place yet, but I'm thinking of the beach or Castle Oblivion or even here. He has no right to take away my weapon and I'll show him another side one that he won't find pitiful and weak. Go and don't fail me." he ordered as the dancers cringed from the tone in their master's voice. They disappeared leaving the ninth member to himself. "I'm not going to lose something else that is dear to me," he calmed himself down not wanting to reveal his wrath upon the one who could destroy him.

He had to be careful of these situations especially involving the Superior. "Ok calm down even though you want to wring his neck. There we go nice and easy," he exhaled calmy. "Now where should I meet him? Who knows where he went and he is probaly busy anyway with doing who knows what?" an idea came to him that made his mind a blur. "Yes I'm still here for the moment and I need to speak to her before anything else happens to me. I need to tell her of this memory I had and maybe she will understand me I hope. After all my outburst was similar to when she went crazy? Maybe she had a memory too?" disappering from the Castle That Never Was and appearing into the same room he had left not paying attention to the presences of the two individuals in the room.The second he got there his eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth agape at what he saw of Marluxia and Larxene's half exposed bodies. He had come at the wrong time, but his mind was only on his own thoughts not sensing the tender moment Marluxia was sharing with Larxene. "I did not need to see that," he cringed tearing his eyes from Marluxia's body. "Larxene I'm sorry but when you have the time can I speak to you alone? It's important," he wanted to gaze upon her beauty, but did not want her to hurt him for doing so. "I had no idea you two were well nevermind..." this was an awkward situation as he reached to grasp the handle of the door to leave.

 

Axel's eyes then narrowed as he felt some kind of presence, but as he turned around he eyed a few of his assassins and dusks had came back to alert him of certain news. He listened as the mental connection was soon finished as another one of the creatures began giving him a different message. The red head chuckled to himself as he raised one of his hands to his face and shook it gently as if in disbelief of that was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard especially from hearing it from his own servants. However, he kept it to himself and serve it as black mail when he chose to do so on certain individuals. He had other information, but from the last two messangers were just hard for him to keep a straight face which was now amused instead of being disappointed. "This is just too much...desperate people do crazy things, but I can't blame him because I would be upset also, but is it worth it? He should be lucky that he is still a nobdy and exsist." He muttered almost to himself as his eyebrow raised to notice his servants still there with their swaying like motions as both kinds of the lower nobodies seem to watch in puzzlement and anxious to see if they were still needed or not.

"Go and carry on and observe the others, but stay out of sight." he hissed sharply as his attention directly focused on the dusks knowing it was harder from them to stay hidden. Upon nodidng their heads in agreement both type of nobodies vanished.

For a few seconds Axel just paced around in his room where his reflection had followed his movement as he began to almost dance to the beat of the music, half bored, while pondering what he should do next. Should he stay? Interfere? Or let events just happen unpon the fate of any nobody who could be in danger. So many choices, but he wasn't sure of which one would work either. The last thing he wanted to do was get caught and have Xemnas interfere again and this time it might be the last chance he may give any of them another chance and next time it would be a dusk life. It made him cringe and shiver at the thought as he knew it must be every nobody's that was strong willed enough to possess a body worst nightmare. To be transformed into a lower life form and treated poorly and not be able to think for yourself and only follow orders to anyone who was higher than you and then be used as sacrifical little lambs to benefit the other. It was a repulisve thought and disturbing, but not as bad as he found out about other secret affairs in the castle. He rolled his eyes at the thought which slowly had been erased from his mind.

On second thought his mind drifted towards the enemy wondered how they would retalite since Axel himself didn't know any events except through the communication through his dusks or assassins. None of the higher members had said nothing not even Xenmas himself. It brought him to question the motives of their own organization. Was Axel not being informed or purpose or did the superior feel he wasn't capable to handle some tasks on his own? Even his own selected partner not by choice was suspected so how can Axel even work with someone who couldn't even be trusted or was only focussed on one thing. Maybe Axel himself wasn't trusted by the others, but either way he felt he should be included and had the right to know about their stragedies and if not then he would find out in his own way through his use of connections. That is if no one told him of any news that involved the organization.

Then there was the situation with Demyx and Larxene why couldn't it be left alone? They had to worry about the Nameless Organization not try to start up some kind of relationship. Now was not the time. Once the threats were gone and eveything was calm again then maybe it might work. As of now it wasn't worth the existance of another close friend like Roxas being killed over something that could be dealt with later on. Axel's existance as an nobody maybe wavering since he was endangering himself in these matters by interfereing but why not? It was his choice and he would do what he felt was right. If it was Roxas in trouble he wouldn't hesistate to help his best friend if he could. Even if it was betrayal or not in someone else's eyes. The spikey haired nobody pulled his bangs a bit as he slowly unzipped his cloak his eyes closed to think about the consquences, as he pulled off the remaining clothes and walked into the shower leting the soothing water sprinkle on his
naked form. The water was not effecting him since he had control over the sprinkler head and was not using his fire. He arched his body for a few seconds inhaling the steam ricculetting or absorbing off his body because of his element.

The stinging feeling, however hitting his ribs began to intensify as he groaned in pain, walking out of the shower, he grabbed a towel and covered himself until he found some clean clothes and pulled them on. Only exposing his upper physque where he styled his hair the way he wanted to which it usually defyed gravity, but his matted hair was still wet so it didn't happen that time. He used the mirror in his bathroom as a guide to study something he had just noticed which made his blood boil. His perfect phyque had deep abrassions from the battle he had been in previously. In disbelief he wanted to think it would go away and he had never experienced such wounds even when he sparred against other organization members they tore parts of his cloak, but never skin that he could remember.

Drawing back towads the recent situation he knew that Marluxia was the suspicous one and that Larxene preferred to be with her best friend Marluxia then why should it bother him. It did bother the flame dancer because he felt that Larxene could do better than that. Even if Demyx tried to get through to her things might get ugly and Axel would then get pulled into the situation which he would regret.

"I feel I can't trust anyone anymore. Is everyone betraying me? Or is it just me?

The rush of adraline had rushed towards him as his body kept swaying around in order to keep the the effects of the intensed pain from erupting from his bruised ribs. Oh how that other water boy would pay dearly for scarring him like this.

 

OOC: Oh, LotO, not meaning anything by it :P. I'm just curious about her reaction as she doesn't know the characters...

And, kiss = unexpected o:. Again you threw me off xD. As for why I lasted long responding, my post should answer that D:.

By the way, the place where Demyx was really wasn't anywhere near the castle, so no windows could be broken :P. It would be revealed later, but I'm sure certain two people [looks at Hellkitten and Deathsight] and their characters, would have =3.




Roxas wasn't so blood thirsty as some of his comrades, but when it came to a battle, for some reason, he was serious, rough, and took it to the next level, as he had it within himself and won't lose. And he was confident that he wouldn't too. It was represented in his very tense expression, glaring eyes, and firm face, even if he wasn't truly experiencing the emotion of anger shown. And as the weapons clashed, his arms and body were like a rock as he pressed his force down on her, pushing her back without flinching himself. He hadn't really sparred with a female except Larxene, and while she did lose, as he had yet to be defeated so far, which was why it wasn't a big deal, she provided a good fight nonetheless by providing different tactics and ways to block his blows. He knew Larxene's level of strength to go all out, but he did not know this female's just yet, being a new adversary, which is why he was careful not to end up harming her more than he would've liked. Yet, so far, it wasn't looking good. At least with the upper body. He was so wrapped into this fact, that he didn't notice what she was cooking up, literally, but got back to being aware of his surroundings enough to notice the build-up fire, and backed off gracefully at a amazing distance with one bounce, at the same time she swung the fire slash coming from her sword at him.

Instead of blocking the hurl of flames with the Keyblade, which he could do, he simply jumped out of the way high into the air as the fire attack cracked and crippled the floor in the spot he was just standing in. It was there he thought it good to throw a remark, his tone taunting, "Been there, done that, try again." He couldn't help it. It was..fun. It was like fighting Axel, and they always enjoyed themselves in the activity. The familiar fire made it feel like he was going head to head with his best friend. And as he leaped up high, he had propelled himself forward with his feet in the mix, and was to seemingly deliver her a blow from above as he veered down, only to then suddenly switch it mid-way as he landed on the floor, and quickly, changed to swing to her side at the opening she left unattended.





Larxene's jaw set tightly when Marluxia began to speak, frowning when he basically took the road of the conversation about her, when her feelings, or how she was as a person, wasn't the main problem and cause of what she was trying to get at. He was missing the point, and she didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or not. He was explaining the reasons again of why they chose to conduct this ploy in the first place, which was obvious to her, she didn't need to be reminded, but with things looking the way they were with the planning, it was time to put the reality of the situation in order: they're going to fail. He didn't even manage to explain the flaws of his plan to her, of the Organization members and their disagreement, a possible rebellion from them as well, how to deal with Sora's friends if making him their puppet will work, Naminé's guilt trip, because she was aware that girl was going to crack someday, and that he stated the fact that everyone was suspicious and knew what they were plotting to do as a casual topic without offering a precise solution to it. All the points she made were dismissed. She knew reasons on why she disliked Xemnas as a leader, she comprehended why Marluxia was doing this and realized it, but to reach that goal, there needs to be success. And for the moment, he wasn't in any way convincing that most of their obstacles along the way will be successful. Among that, nobody in the Organization would care if any one of them would drop off the face of the worlds, and die. This doesn't only go for Xemnas either. And really, to the true sense of the word, they were all heartless, as they lacked that heart, that emotional property, to feel. Some, like Saïx, took that fact more seriously than others, but it still remained its hold.

Marluxia didn't offer anything that would ease her, and loyalty wasn't even a question. She would stay, but she also wasn't going to go through all this, only to come out empty-handed, and her time, exertion, and breath wasted to only fade back into darkness. She wasn't fond of dying for a cause that no one even cares of attempting to stop, as if they were waiting for their flop. Xemnas wasn't even batting a worried eyelash over it. And this...this is what made her think things over. She wasn't the sharpest person, and sometimes, despite all the lessons she's learned about how people can be complete assholes, she can be blinded, but this was too out there for even her to ignore. It was true that she didn't want a Heart...because it only brought pain, hurt, agony, and misery, and she would rather not have one than to suffer through what she had already with one, where she could be affected by all the torment to the point where it broke her. Yet, she also had no place to go or to be. It wasn't like she had a choice. As a Nobody, there was no purpose other than this. And this was risky as it was. But no, Marluxia was not listening. And she was getting highly angered at him for remaining passive to the gaping holes of this idea.

When he leaned down, she gave him a nasty look, upset, not thinking anything of it, of course, and she blinked as he mentioned another type of pact. She didn't even have the ability to think about what he was talking about before she found his lips on hers, a touch and peck. And she stopped breathing as her lungs halted. Silence reigned. For that very second, it felt like it did. And though it was quick and fast, it left her nonetheless stunned. Shocked. And as he spoke to explain that action, all she could do was stare at him blankly. Speechless. And not in the good way. Out of all the people she expected to commit it first in the Organization, Marluxia was the below of the lowest of the list. And there was nothing to say. Pact? To kiss her? What if it was man he was making this pact with? The "only type he knew in life"? Would he do it? She didn't understand why it had to be a kiss, when this complicated things. Her body was so numb, that she couldn't even move at what just occurred between the two. She saw Marluxia as a brother, and this wasn't what she called a brotherly affection, no matter how it was placed. It was bad enough that she wasn't used to being kissed on the forehead or her cheek, or having her hand held in comfort when she needed it most, being touched at all, and she was trying to work that awkwardness out of her because she had never experienced such tender acts. But this? It just brought questions back on how Marluxia viewed her. Was this honestly platonic? That question was reflected in her eyes when she focused them on his own deep blue ones, searching for a answer. Was it really?

Before anything could be deciphered and concluded, or taken care of, the door jiggled opened, and a creak was heard, making her somewhat startled as she gasped, if only because she didn't know she was holding her breath, and now got the air she was needing and lacking, as her chest began heaving in rhythm properly. When she glanced at the figure to see who it was, she could've dunked her head, hide under the bed, and disappear. There they were. Her with a mere black sports bra. Marluxia shirtless. She was in bed. He just gave her a, while fast, kiss. Did he caught that? Anyone would think wrong of the situation. And she was now not sure whether they were right in Marluxia's behalf. But here was the one who had outwardly admitted he likes her, and then all the thoughts about that particular subject came back to her in one swoop, and she found herself putting a hand over her eyes, almost as she was about to cry, but farther from the truth. She was stressed. There was too much on her mind, bundled up together, let alone not add Axel into the mix. But after he was present in Demyx's confession, she doubted he would pull anything to turn his back on his friend, attraction, or whatever the hell was there when he was looking at her, withstanding or not. He would stay out of drama, so that was cleared, thankfully. What did Demyx want to talk about, then? What he said before he was taken by Xemnas for his punishment? She wasn't ready. She didn't know what to think of it now, just as she did before when she heard it. If he was expecting a answer...well...they weren't suppose to even be talking, correct? Either way, this was...this crush, or what he was feeling, needed to be addressed someday now that he came out with it. Yet, she wasn't certain on how to handle it. This was quite the speed in how things were being exposed.

She had to gain control of herself first before she could mull over the problem she was facing, though. She wasn't one to freak out, or act in this manner, and she was to return to it. Relaxing her nerves, and stamina, forcefully, closely meditating, she took her hand away, ignoring Marluxia uncomfortably as she concentrated on Demyx. He appeared a mess, for certain; tear stained cheeks, she could even spot dry blood at some points, and she pondered if he did something for Xemnas to beat him and receive those wounds. Putting that aside, because they've all known he would come out of where Xemnas took him with the consequence of his escape visible, she took a while to reply, striving to get a hold on her empty conscious. Letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, she parted her lips, her tone a bit shaky, "Um....this isn't what you think it is." She took a pause there, not sounding convincing, because she wasn't convinced on her side after that kiss. Still, she didn't give a damn if she wasn't taken seriously. She said it was nothing, and it was nothing. Voice stronger, she added, not clearly thinking well, "...just...I'll meet in your room...wait for me there. I have to deal with something."




"Vexen, reports on the machine?" Xemnas asked sternly, after a minute of soundless tension, getting into business again as he should have before Marluxia had sent the note. He had looked at Zexion, who was standing there, quiet, as always, and then Xioimara, who was treated. And appeared fine, if her words to Vexen himself were any indication. Perfect. Things on this side were in order, all the members were back from destroying the Nameless Castle, while waited to see what they would do, and he could calmly take care of matters peacefully. He was to devote his time in completing what he was planning, and no interruption will take him away from it until it was done. That did not last long as well, however, because then a couple of Dancers had swirled into the laboratory, with, as predicted, a message for him. There was no doubt it was from Demyx, and when he did listen, he shook his head. He knew for a fact that the water wielder would not have reposed or cooled this swiftly, and he declined the offer of the meeting, sending them back to him in that he was busy, and they would discuss it thoroughly once he was done. No delays could be possible with this anymore, and in his opinion, he had his fill of grounding and scolding lower members as of today.

 

ooc: THANK YOU TWILIGHT!!!!!! *gives hug as if just given a new kitten or somethen* I'll be sure to hug it and love and and feed it and walk it and cuddle it for eva and eva and eva *looks with blood thirsty look at sytar*. Oh God I'm gonna have fun with this thing >D

bic: It then caught Toxyn's eye, as he floated around, that there was something that got caught in his gravitational pull which he had created. It was slowly floating around him as if he were a planet. A sytar. It was blue, awkwardly shaped, but none the less, could be said to have been much interest to him. He grinned as he looked at the strange instrument, and grabbed it. "My my, now what might this be" he said as he looked at the strangely formed instrument. He looked at the ends of the strings which were upon it, as he began toying with them, perhaps even coming close to what could be damaged later. It then occured to him, a memory, from not to long ago, as he started looking at the sytar, and examined it, a wide grin growing on his face, as he began toying with it. "I'm certain that I can make use of this" he said, darker thoughts then those which he began thinking popping up into his head

ooc: lol, see twilight, this is proof of your awsomeness. Yes, sure, the pope acknowledges how awsome I am, but nothing is more awsome then a person who gives away free weapons of mass destruction :3

 

Marluxia merely sat silent, rubbing his temples once again, he was starting to lose patience with people entering into his room. He picked up his coat and draped it over his arm, "fool...do not confuse your pathetic emotions with us..." he eyed his gaze it taking a steel turn, "and I would ask why you would once again make your presence in my quarters known...without even a knock..."

He grit his teeth turning to the window, "the next person to enter my room without proper procedures...then I shall forcefully show them manners..." he glanced behind him once at Larxene. "We will speak on this later...if you wish it...seems I must explain everything to everyone then..." he said shaking his head in disappointment at her before turning around back to the window.

His eyes narrowed, "number nine...I believe you are already in enough bad standing with the superior as of now...do not have to make me exercise the right to take it to the next level...do not offend me again with such disrespect...." He gave a waving sign as to dismiss him, they may not trust him, but he would continue to demand the respect he deserved even if it required making it known by force.

 

OOC: Deathsight, don't put words into my mouth! D< I never said anything about the weapon. Release that Sitar [or I will have Xemnas take it away anyway] and edit your post, or I will release a ravage, savage, hot-tempered, PMSing Larxene on your butt! And she bites, too. No toys when you are in jail.

P.S.: I ish not awesome now! =3



Larxene gazed at Marluxia tightly, agitated, because she didn't want it later, she wanted it now. She didn't need to wait for a while before she got to know what exactly was Marluxia doing, and why he had kissed her to make that pact, on the lips, no less. No one can do that and let it go casually when the person you least expected to do so just acted on that precise action. Whether to make their team up more of a closure, this wasn't what she would think when she eyed her brother figure. The nearest thing to it. He could have warned her. Prepared her for it. State why was it for. She could have given a more liable form of pact, even, if he asked. Those would've been better options than catching her by surprise, and confusing her. That was something you couldn't really forget, because not everyone usually delivered that type of affection unless there were feelings involved, and before she left, a confirmation was to be said in the air, because otherwise, she wouldn't know what to view it as. And then she will spent her time contemplating about what exactly she and Marluxia were, when she was so certain of it before this happened. She had enough on her plate for her brain to fulfill for a week, or a month. And she had yet to reach a answer to any of them. Now, Demyx was wanting to talk to her, and if it was about the confession, she really didn't know how to explain it. Demyx liking her? Still unbelievable to her eyes. There were so many wrongs with that, especially their compatibility level. And she wondered, really did wonder, what he saw in her after all the crap they've been through with each other just today. She couldn't grasp it no matter how many times she mulled over it.

Sighing, not caring at Marluxia's disappointed expression at her right now as she was slightly furious and tense at the man, she got up from the bed, and walked over to her abandoned Organization cloak. Normally, when Demyx stepped in, she would've covered herself up, and yelled to get the hell out, because she didn't want anyone to see her in that lack of clothing, except for Marluxia. Or used to be. However, she was in too much puzzlement with the situation she was in when he came in to react, and so Demyx was the next person to see her in the attire by accident only. And the last. This wasn't going to be common, and she won't be taking her coat off for anything unless she was positive no one can have the chance to witness her like this. Someone just got lucky. And that was it. It was put on quickly, though, and she was already zipping it down close without wasting a single second, before she then snatched her gloves. The cloak was still slightly heavy on her, but it was nothing she couldn't handle, and ready, she swirled back around, walking forward to where Marluxia stood. It really was a annoyance that he didn't provide anything for her in terms of her concerns, and piled them up more by kissing her, peck or not. And she could guess they were both kind of unhappy with each other as well. Larxene was willing to give him the space he needed to think on what she had set out for him, because, obviously, they weren't going to get anywhere, and his company was unfavorable as of the moment, to the point where she was going to face Demyx. Needless to say, she was pissed off silently. And if no one saw it in her posture, they could see it in her eyes. And she swore if Demyx made a wrong move and ignited more of that temper, pestering her as always, and as he had been doing, despite the reasons he did so, that was going to be it. Liking her or not, she was going to pretend he didn't exist, and move on, because she truthfully didn't need the drama, nor the violence, nor the predicaments. She was going to speak to Demyx because she wanted to know more information about how in the worlds he reached that type of conclusion on her, and to lay everything on the ground. She could safely say, that those feelings, were not reciprocated in her part. But, that will be discussed soon enough, if Demyx himself hadn't realized it.

Placing a hand to her hip, her uniform full on her, and hiding what was just outside a couple of seconds ago, she locked eyes with her partner, and friend, comprehending that they were having a falling-out. "You didn't give me any explanations about what I said. And not about what you did either." Her voice was kind of distant and blank, though a sharp tone was beneath it, sending the signals that she was quite upset with him as her words came off clipped. "Yeah, we'll 'speak of this later', as long as you have justification for everything that's been brought up. I'll deal with Demyx, while you do what you want to do in your alone time until I come back."

She didn't say much, and that was seemingly the end of it, because she backed off and stepped away, setting off to the door where Demyx was hesitating on leaving, or waiting for her. Larxene did believe her and Marluxia were in demand of a break, and this way, she could also confront her other problems, and free her mind a little. She didn't say anything to the water wielder, as she swooped passed him swiftly and fast out of the entryway in a peeved and aggravated strut.

 

Marluxia didn't turn around as she was talking with him, he merely kept his vision out on the window, taking in her words calm and collected. He sighed wishing for her to cease speaking and leave him be, obviously she was in no mood to talk in her current state. After having some time to think on it he was able to develop a cause as to why it offended her so much to have that done to her.

He rubbed his temples in contemplation, trying to see how he could have reached that action, "it was rather out of bounds...even in my taste..." he said rubbing his chin in thought. After a few minutes of pondering he however froze, his eyes and countenance unmoving. "That is why..." he uttered softly, his thoughts frozen on a single moment on remembrance. His past...before he became a nobody...that was the reason.

He sighed laying down looking up at the ceiling from his bed, "would she even be able to comprehend that reason though...obviously she is still confused...unable to believe it was merely just that...a pact...." He closed his eyes in meditation, thinking about how he would explain his action and the actions they would continue to make regardless of the circumstances.

 

Xengla couldn't believe her eyes on how fast this guy was. He had jumped into the air extremely high and she was about to prepare for an attack from above when he quickly changed direction and attacked her side. She was barely able to block it it quickly and jump back. She didn't pay any attention to his remarks but simply laughed enjoyably. "Keeping me on my toes, huh? You're not half bad, man." She then charged at him quickly with a smile on her face seemingly coming from the side before jumping in the air above him doing a somersault with her swords spinning outside hitting Roxas in the head or missing him completely. Either way, she got behind him and did a quick run and hit near his side. It has been a while since she had last had a decent battle.

 

OOC: I'll let off Larxene until Demy.

If there was one thing Roxas detested when battling, it's when someone did a similar move to what he had done. And yes, he was taking it easy on her, but when that occurred, he narrowed his eyes, a bubble of irritation beckoning him inside. The whole switch and maneuver to another spot was repeated by the girl, and really, that was not something he liked. So, it wasn't a surprise when he was sharp enough now to know what was just about to happen, and he just waited with a glare on his face as he raised his eyes to look up at the incoming blow, and he slid out of the way expertly and gracefully, and felt the air shift as he sensed her behind him. He didn't even flinch as he evaded the attack by bending himself backwards very low as the sword slashed above him, passing by his vision, and the very second it finished swinging, he twisted his body with one hand, while he twirled the Keyblade in the other, and start to slash at her repeatedly back and forth on her sides, back on his feet.

 

(OOC: You keep forgetting that nobodies and lower forms are always hidden and will stop anyone who gets possesion of one's weapon. So it shouldn't be a problem. It wouldn't work for him anyway.)

The sitar however began to float away from Toxyn as it revealed itself to be a fake. The creature transformed back to its orignal state and began to swarm around Toxyn as if its michievous technique had caught itself a sucker. It was after all an illusion that the nameless had fell for. Seriously in its mind the dusks knew Xenmas was smarter than to leave anything in the reach of the enemy.

Axel closed his eyes in disbelief and wondered how the hell he was going to heal these ugly nussinance that had embraced itself into his flesh. He had two choices to either live with it or get medical attention from Vexen, but that was the last thing he would ever do as he rather fade out of existance then be ridiculed by the senile aging senior who makes stupid consumptions about things about him. He would never ask or go for him to help even if hell froze over. The Chilly Acedmic could not be trusted.

No, there was another alternative method, but Axel didn't feel like risking his life again. His eyes closed as he could no longer look at the horrible wound that was now causing his breath to tighten and his body to quiver a bit for no reason at all. He didn't know what was wrong, but slowly he was losing control of this as his eyes were twitching as they were forced open to gape and stare at the reddish scarred abrasions that seen to coil itself around his upper body, but especially his ribs. The Flurry of Dancing Flames managed to pull on his cloak and zip it back up as he tried to breathe normally, but with the contact of skin brushing against it began to irritate the wound. The pain began to intensify and burn him as well which was unusal for him since his element was fire. However, Axel had not counted on being burned internaly although he was immune to fire causing damage to him, the deep wound began to itch and burn him. Only fire he was immune to, but anything else with a burning sensation that he had not caused to counteract could indeed harm him.

Each time he breathed it had began to hurt even more so now his calm attitude began to deterioate slowly as the panic attack of this by instinct began to heat up. In a way it felt like his own element had turned against him, and Axel didn't know what else to do, but get angry as it was the only way that the adrealine rushing through his whole body was not phased, by this pain. The pyro manic did just that, but unfornately he could not control his sanity as his whole body literally had heated up where his entire form was a ball of flame. The flames began to scorch the floor and singe the white marble as the embers of the waves of flames grew higher adn the colors of yellow and orangeish red soon followed bluish as well. His temper arose as well as a sadistic glint had blazed in his eyes as he telported out of his room and towards the security room where a horde of heartless with their ear piercing agony screams seem to vanish into a black inky smoke when he had come in contact with them. Hearts being released from it as well. With each step the blazed nobody took singe marks of blacken ash had left its mark behind. Stopping for a moment to gaze sardonically at the flower shaped petals from above the ceiling and with a digusted look in his eyes was replaced with laugher almost in a crazed pyshotic tone. Leviated and burned them with a finger tip sending a chain reaction towards the other ones to follow the same faith. A vicious smile had broaden as delightfulness surrounded his mind as he licked his lips sending flames to anything that was edible to be scorging in his way.

"BURN BABY!" He yelled his hands slowly rising to the air in triumph as he watched part of the figurines and decorations which were flower orienated in Castle Oblivion become nothing, but ash and dust. His emerald orbs still held that sadistic evil glint to it as he saw nothing but flame and death as his power level had remarkably shot up. For some unknown reason this wound or perhaps mixed revenge was replaying in his head and making him more unstable and dangerous if anyone was fool enough to go near him.

 

OOC: Okay for the purpose of juicy rping, Xeltic is now 19 ^^.

Once Xioimara had left,the air in the lab seemed to have regained its silent,chilly atmosphere.He hated babysitting,he hated arguing..unless it was a sort of debate.But he was once again alone with just himself,his thoughts,and his research--..and Xemnas just got back,great..just great,right?

Vexen turned around and greeted Xemnas with a small nod,just out of respect for the man who had a remarkable amount of patience,despite dealing with over-emotional *******s such as Demyx and Axel."Nothing to worry about,Superior.Final adjustments are being made,and as I said to you earlier before the interruptions,I'm looking over them one more time to make sure there is no mistake made.Just a few more hours and it'll be up and running,just as you've requested." he said,nearly in one breath.

He glanced over his shoulder at his schematics, growing anxious and almost ecstatic.He always enjoyed completing a project that had never been attempted before, and he doubted anyone else in the entire group could have the mental capacity to construct such a powerful machine.

He also found it smart of him to place it deep within the basement of the castle,where rarely anyone ventured..and when he said rarely..he meant rarely.It was humid and, in the words of other members, 'boring'. But,that suited the Chilly Academic just fine.He kept some old books, vials,any type of lab equipment he couldn't fit upstairs with him.It was a free storage room for all.

Vexen gazed back at Xemnas,awaiting his response.

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"You're looking lively this time around.." muttered Xeltic, who had his back against the cold,marble-like wall just behind Larxene.He had been hiding his presence from her until now,and he was eager to fight this girl.He even gave her time to rest up..okay it may not have been a few days, but she was on her feet and looked great.

All's fair in Existence and Nothingness.

Knowing she'd be pissed off by having to deal with another challenger, he pushed himself off of the cold wall and face her.He couldn't contain the excitement that was building inside him, but for the purpose of respect, he kept calm in her presence.

"So..how about you fight a real battle,with a real man, and not some coward spraying water and making a mess of things?" he asked her.

 

OOC: Okay. But, remember, that where Toxyn and Ravix are is different, so lower Nobodies aren't allowed...as of now.

Larxene slowed her frantic steps, almost forgetting that she was suppose to wait for Demyx for their talk after she stormed off Marluxia's room. She stopped then, not turning around, sighing at the problematic situation she was placed in, and how she was basically having a spat with the only person she was truly bonded with in the Organization, among other mind-boggling revelations, while she just wanted to really get to her room, take a hot bath, and get to bed. Sleep it all away. She was tired. Honestly, she didn't know what else would keep her from getting what she wanted, and reaching that goal. Until, of course, her aquatic eyes narrowed, her face darkening as she sensed somebody else that wasn't the water wielder behind. Apparently, she spoke too soon. And it wasn't long before she heard a cocky tone of voice speak. Gritting her teeth, as she clenched her teeth in pure outrage, she swirled around to face the man, and she found that it was the familiar guy who had lunged at Demyx, and then at Marluxia back in the previous battle. Still, he was trespassing, and she didn't give a damn who the hell he was, as long as she was left alone. Which is why she simply snarled threateningly in warning to: "Fuck. Off."

It didn't need to be even yelled for the intimidation to get through the tone.



"Very well," Xemnas responded with a nod at Vexen in turn at his answer, not exactly having the patience to wait, truthfully, but knowing that there wasn't much choice on the matter to finish working on the machine. Meanwhile, he had decided to take a seat on a available chair, his eyes calmly checking over everything. He had noted that the Dusk had pulled a trick on one of the rival members he had locked up, and he sighed, pondering if they were this bored. He had forgotten that while Toxyn, and his comrade, could not escape, portal, and even get out, let alone use their power to its full potential that he had not blocked out the lower Nobodies' ability to get in. They were made of a different matter than human-formed Nobodies, after all. Not doing anything for the moment, he concentrated on taking care of the problem as he closed his eyes, officially making no one be able to get in, in any creature or form. When he was done, he reopened them, aware that just like them, the Nameless Organization would have their servants. Not that they could do anything, however, because they will be stop, destroyed, or killed by the shield he had now placed, and he didn't sense on any other low ranked Nobody that didn't belong to them before he did so.

 

(OOC: I edited it for the post to make more sense. I didn't see fire mage's post right away and I wanted it to coinside with everything.)

"Uh huh... Right... What ever you say." he nodded his head humoring her and savored the scared expression on her face knowing he had caught her in a weak moment which was very unlikely. "Man do I have the worst timing," Demyx told himself as he was leaning against the door, his hand recently on the handle. He had not expected to see Larxene in her black sports bra and Marluxia with his chest exposed. For as the nocturne knew, it was forbidden to show skin except what was allowed for maybe it would cause one to think differently and was highly inappropriate. Still, his azure orbs had seen another view of her and he was very impressed at what he saw. She was well portioned, lean with toned muscle not as much as a male would have because of the different anatomy, but she clearly was in good shape. He caught himself not to stare directly at her breasts for to long, but it very typical for any guy to so. When he glanced for nearly thirty seconds, his eyes traced her figure down to her curvy hips and then upon her flat stomach where he wasn't sure if he saw any muscles there such as a four pack or a six pack. There was a big difference of her structure compared to his own where obviously he was taller, his shoulders were broader, and his biceps were a little larger, but nothing compared to that of Xaldin or Lexaeus. She was strong for her stature able to hold her own against all the guys in the organization, but he doubted that she was stronger in strength due to the fact, her kunai blades were not heavy as compared to his 6ft or more sitar that he swung in the air and caught with one hand. One would have to be able to lift such mass let alone swing it around like a bow and slash and stab like a sword.

Hestintely, he lost his focus on her beauty when he sensed a disturbing feeling in his gut and his soul screamed out within knowing his precious soul weapon was being touched by another who had no business with it even though in reality it was not his sitar, but a lower nobody in the form of one to fool Toxyn. Gripping his chest thinking it was his sitar, he battled the internal struggle. "No someone is abusing my weapon. Get your hands off it. You might damage her," he mentally cursed hoping Xemnas was not the culprit since he was the last one that had taken it from him. The question was why would Xemnas want to mess with his weapon? No, the Superior had far better things to do then play with his instrument. Taking a breath once the pain had passed, and realizing it was a fake, he promised to get his item of tranqulity back somehow and maybe with some assistance?

Focusing on the matter at hand, he grinned slowly as Larxene had walked past him, her scent whoosing by him as she took the lead for him to follow. Turning to the door he rolled his eyes after Marluxia had spoke being talked down to once again. "Did he call me number IX? Who does this jerk think he is? What a freaken snob," with his body gestures of his arms crossed he cleary protrayed that he was annoyed by Marluxia's snide remark. Before he left he made himself say what was on his mind to this arrogant nature lover. "Is it plain obvious Number XI? I don't have respect for you and give me one good reason why I should? You can't be trusted man. If for some reason you were to magically become someone of high command like that will ever happen, but if it did by some miracle I still would not respect or listen to you. Who wants to listen to someone who acts so femine? Are you sure you're a guy? He chuckled wondering if he stuck a nerve in the graceful assassin. "If anything I would rather listen to Axel or Larxene over you any day," he turned to leave not wanting to keep Larxene waitng. "Oh and one more thing," he added drawing closer to Marluxia whom was laying on his bed speaking to himself where the musician did not hear. "If you touch me you'll deal with the boss personally. With the threat at hand he needs all of us to be here and who knows what would become of you after Axel discovered your lastest deed," he leaned closer and took his own hand swiping it across his own neck as if pretending to slit his throat. "Yeah you wouldn't stand a chance and for the record my name is Demyx, not Number Nine. Get that through your head Rosey," he laughed under his breath and walked off leaving Marluxia to himself.

Closing the door, he noted one of his dancers in the corridor moving about in one place kicking it's feet and moving it's head up and down and to the side. Walking up to it and past the savage nymph who was being interrrupted by Xeltic, he took the lead asserting his role as master over the lower nobodies, his expression changing of one firm and in charge. "Well what did Xemnas have to say?" with his arms crossed he waited patiently as the dancer discussed with him in it's nobody language revealant and comprehendable to nobodies. "Uh huh," he used his right hand to coaxe the dancer to speak more in a gesture of impatience. "So he's busy I take it. Figures," he sighed and looked off to the side. Returning his attention to his slaves his arm extended out as he gripped his fist. "Well he better give my sitar back if a battle comes because I won't be as useful without it." Pointing to the dancer, his demenor changed of one who was emotionless and devoid of any feelings. "You go to Xemnas tell him I got his message that he's to busy anyway and find out if my sitar is in a safe place and report to me afterwards. You'll know where to find me. Now go and don't go try showing off in front of Axel's assassins. Leave them alone and do what you're told or else," he was not going to handle any interruptions or delays especially when it came to his soul weapon. Once his dancers left in matter of seconds, he noticed Xeltic the one whom had held a blade at his throat in the battle earlier. Narrowing his eyes even more, he issued a threat to the member of the nameless organization. "Larxene can beat you without even trying and you won't be so lucky next time in the battle. As for me, you have yet to see what I can do if I have to," he touched her shoulder to get her to get away from Xeltic afraid of them both engaging in combat.

Ignoring Xeltic since he did not want to fight especially with no weapon, he turned to face Larxene the same expression on his face for a minute or so before closing his eyes and reverting to his calm and carefree manner. "My dancers tend to sometimes get distracted by Axel's assassins for who knows why, but they have to do what they are told." he walked a few steps and turned to see her simply staring. "So... Back there, what you do is your own business and Marluxia is well... Let's just say he's different and not one I would trust at all," he carried on with the conversation as he walked down the hall assuming she was following him as he entered the void that expanded portalling both of them back to his room in the World That Never Was since he didn't have a room in Castle Oblivion.

"Don't let that creep Xeltic get to you. Deal with him later. There will be plenty time to show off your skills."

Sighing he starrted picking up his magazines that were sprawled out on the floor as well as his clothes that he wore when he was human. He was a tad embarrased of the small pigsty of his room, and he didn't want Larxene to think of him as a slob. Picking up a remote he turned on his music that was a blend of dance and techno to liven and lighten up the mood. He had it at a reasonable level since she was present and he did not want to chase her out of his room with music he noramlly kept blarring. Walking over to his desk, his hand touched the pad of stationary he had used a sheet for his letter and shoved it in his drawer along with his different colored pens. He did not notice his journal that he wrote down his memories and dreams was laying on it's side, the edge of it sticking out from underneath a stuffed blue dolphin with a white underside. "Go ahead and sit down and excuse the mess. I've haven't had much time to straighten up," he motioned for her to sit on his bed spread. Wiping his eye and touching underneath the cuff of his left leather glove it revealed dried blood on his other. Whipping both arms behind his back and stepping backwards he nearly tripped over his own two feet. "I'll be right back," feeling embarrased his cheeks flushed he entered his bathroom and shut the door half way with his left foot afraid of getting his blood on anything. He looked at his reflection in the mirror gasping at what his visage was. "Oh man I didn't know I was that bad off," his voice trailed through the door leaving one to question what the heck he was doing in there? He took a washcloth and began to clean up his face that was tear stained. After applying the teeth of his blue comb to fix his hair to his liking, he peeled off his black gloves only to wash off the dried blood from his fingers and palms. Disgusted at what he saw he began to unzip his cloak wondering what the appearance was for his other injuries. "Oh you got to be kidding me?" his questionable worried voice was heard. "Go on and tell me what's on your mind. I might be in here a little bit," he called through the door.