.::.Build Your Cages.::.

Xeltic was one abusive and rough fighter who stopped at nothing, but to force Larxene to bring out her potential. Demyx knew she was tired and had not rested much from the events that happened earlier and he was one to blame even though in his mind what he felt was justified for his own reasons not hoping to inflict personal harm, but in reality he had. One of the last things he wanted was to see their enemy attacking other members of the organization just out of spite and boredom. This was why he hated battles. The nocturne just did not get any thrill of exhilaration of combat unless it was for fun and worked out to his advantage. What was the whole point of strutting around showing your skills and working your anger out? Xemnas had told him numerous times, that he had no feelings then why was Larxene battling it out with Xeltic when she was clearly pissed off? Anger was a feeling, a form of expression along with pride, ego, and determination. How could Xemnas continue to deny that? When Demyx had attacked Larxene in her room reverting to his other side, he was clearly hurt and mad for he was showing her that he wasn't weak and that his pride was on the line which was the expression of what he thought of himself and what others thought of him. Sorrow, regret and guilt were other feelings he experienced during the day so was he and the other organization members continuing to lie to themselves about having these thoughts and putting forth the actions that respresented their thoughts? He would never know the true answer, doomed to hear Xemnas repeat himself for enternity of the same thing. It was very typical, part of the weekly routine that would never end.

Out of pure boredom and wishing this day would end all ready, his senses snapped him out of his rut as he starred upon his superior who was now present. Yep, his instincts had proven to be true again for he knew that Axel could not resist coming to a challenge and involving himself in it in some way. Usually it would be Axel to push Larxene aside and handle Xeltic on his own, for the nocturne knew Axel's pride and ego meant everything to him. He would not allow someone weaker than him to attack relentlessly when he had the clear advantage to. It was boggling to the musician's mind that Axel had chosen to let Larxene finish this fight by herself and it was even more strange when he did hold Xioimara against her will when she took the situtation into her own hands to stop anymore carnage and yet she didn't get any flack for it. Demyx was thinking about interfering, but what good would that of done if he was expected to fight and without his weapon? All because of his tirade and emotional pitiful display that he threw on Xemnas. He cursed himself for his actions, and cursed Xemnas for taking away the very weapon he could use to assist or intervene if he had to. Now he really felt of what kind of purpose he had to serve the organization since he couldn't battle at his best? His actions would be in vain, taking the fall once more adding another mark of a failure to his long list. His situation seemed hopeless, even if he had not fought and attempted to hold Larxene back against her assault on Xeltic, she would abhore him even more and there would go any signs of trust and forgiveness out the window. All of this drama with her and the reduntant battles and gestures of pride were to much to handle and he wondered why on earth did he even put himself into his situtaitons? Was it for these strange notions of phantom thoughts that tricked him in the long run? Was it out of fear for not interfering that one of the members may report to the Superior for not helping a comrade in need? Or was it that he was to naive and wanted pure peace and companionship among certain members of the organization he respected?

It was overwelming, confusing and yet here he remained watching all of the events fold out, shaking his head of Larxene's stubborness and Xioimara's fiestyness trying to reconcile and involve herself over something so pointless. Axel was obviously waiting to be answered for he did call out to him while the musican was lost in his thoughts once again and not to act as if he was being rude, he turned to him with a bored expression ridiculing the fire wielder for thinking he would be so dumb to intervene without his weapon. "Is that what you think of me? You would think I would try to stop this pointless fight over pride in the situation I'm in? You have to give me more credit then that Axel. I know what the b*****d Xeltic can do. If you recall he's the same guy that did have his blade at my throat catching me off my guard," he turned away disgusted the spiky red haired youth would think so low of him as if he was sheep ready to be slaughered having no means to protect himself. "Besides we all would be here longer dealing with this ass and not to mention some other members have pride issues and don't want any help," he glared at the flurry of dancing flames.

Demyx let Axel think over his words as he remained quiet until he heard the insults of Xeltic. In his mind, he kept the notions of attacking him at another time when he had his weapon back, but he sure hoped Axel would ignore him and not lose his temper knowing his pride was being attacked. He was hoping for a miracle from the recent actions of Axel in the past, the red head was not one to be talked down or messed with. "What he does is his own business and I can't help him anyway because of the f****** boss taking my sitar away from me," he grumbled to himself crossing his arms defiantly. "I got to worry about getting that back, but I don't know how?" he looked down at the ground, but suddendly his head jerked up when Larxene was taken against her will by the creep Xeltic and had portaled to some unknown location. This act changed everything and now the enemy had one of their own members. Demyx made up his mind relunctly to seek out Xemnas and let him know that Larxene had been taken and that he needed his weapon back in case the enemy were to attack them relentlessly.

Conjuring up a void, he vanished not letting anyone know where he was going as he sensed his boss's auroa. Xemnas had sealed off the area he was at clearly not wanting to speak to anyone. "Great, now what am I going to do?" he sat down on the ground with his hands on his head. He would have to wait for Larxene to return hopefully before he could explain himself to her and everything that was on his mind that he wanted to express. "So much for being her partner. I can't even save her without my weapon. I have to find my sitar with or without the boss's consent for it's matter of our surival if we're to battle this unknown organization and clearly I can't fight to my potential without it. Damn you Xeltic. Damn you boss," he stood up and began walking around the castle wondering how he should go about finding a solution to his problems.

 

Larxene waited for what would come next, but this time, the enemy didn't direct it at her, and seemingly went forward to the three behind her who were still there. Returning back some insults. Her eyebrows raised at the words spoken to each and every one, Xioimara being ignored because she was a kid, and the rest for not doing anything to get him out while being outnumbered as they were saying. She shook her head, though, her expression darkening. She knew that they were letting her handle this, and whether they had faith that she could do this, she didn't know, but it was the same way Marluxia would help her only when she needed it. And the others were doing the same thing. Not that she wanted them to help. It will be embarrassing for her that she was on a one on one combat, a challenger, and people had to step in. Larxene knew she was too damn prideful and arrogant for her own good, but she wasn't going to deny that part of her: she wanted to handle this on her own. Like she always did. It was just her calling, and accepting others' help just irritated her. She was put off however, that the man, who appeared near her age, praised her in his own sentences while dooming the rest, and it sent her on a bit of confusion spree. Did he really think she was capable? It was ironic, how the rival was the only one who didn't doubt her or her abilities, though for all she knew, he just might be playing it up to degrade Axel and Demyx more. She should've known from there that it was to be turning out oddly, because after he was finished with her comrades, he then started approaching her, which stopped her from defending them in her own sharp tongue back as she tensed at the ready. He was calm, and looked harmless, but she remained alarmed, as she could never be certain if he was attempting anything. She didn't need to take a step backwards either, because he didn't intimidate her with whatever he would bring forth. Her fury was blazing again, and she held that back, especially as he stood beside her, eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as she prepared for any incoming attacks. She was aware that she could recover quickly if it ended with her not stopping it, so that wasn't much of a problem either, though she kept her peripheral vision on many things, her body, his body, any sort of twitch that got to her senses...

After he proceeded to state some more words, which she didn't clearly get as she was concentrating on her dilemma, she took the chance to deliver something before he could screw her over, but was halted in surprise when he held her hand out of nowhere. She froze for a second, in outrage as well as puzzlement, wondering what the hell was he doing. Only Marluxia had ever done that to calm her as usual,; squeeze her hand, and only Marluxia was ever allowed to do such thing. Of course, that was until recently with their spat, but the fact still counted. This...member wasn't him, but some stranger who obviously was her opponent and from the other Organization, whether he cared about his rightful group or not. Her face twisted in a displeased look, her blood boiling, and she didn't listen to him as she began to struggle against his grip anyway, trying to snatch her hand back as she resisted harshly, but when she recalled that he was to portal them somewhere else to fight, she slowly paused...as she did prefer to not have the attention on her. With so many around. How did he know that's what she was thinking? Or was she that easy to read? It was there she found she was being covered in black as they portalled, and she couldn't stop that from happening once they were on the way...or maybe she didn't want to because it was better for her in the long run, yet, she still rebelled with her hand being grasped. It wasn't until they materialized in another setting that she took the initiative to really just twist her wrist, and get her hand free, glaring at him scathingly. She didn't care where he took her, she would show him that no place was low on her standards when it came to her skills.

It only took her a moment to know her surroundings, and she concluded that they were still in Castle Oblivion, only in the Basement floors...where it was quite dark. No matter. She could still see, and if anything, she'll depend on her Nobody instincts. This was not a disadvantage. Composing a stance again, not wasting any time to have any little chit chat, she growled dangerously, "Don't you ever fucking touch me, bastard." Her hand shaking in turbulence at the thought of what he did, her insides churning, she summoned her other batch of kunai, the action lighting the scenery with a bit of electricity as she waited in the effect of a lioness laying low on her prey.


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Roxas kept his eye on her, not willing to catch up to her on purpose, because if she did portal, he was able to check where she would be hiding in the Castle That Never Was easily, and if she kept running, he'll humor her, and play along. So he wasn't exactly worried about failing. If this was even considered failure. His intention was not to capture and lock her up, no matter what Xemnas said. He only stopped when she went over another hall, and halted her steps, resting it seems, as she was catching her breath while bending to her knees. He was only a few, small feet behind her, and he stayed hidden in a wall from the corner, watching her curiously. It didn't take long for her to decide something, it seems, and as she fell to the floor while she held the side he hit, making him feel somewhat guilty and which startled him into coming out and see if she was okay, she had portalled out from the ground, and was soon gone. Just like that.

As he said, it didn't concern him, as he began to sense if she was anywhere on the vicinity. But, there were no traces. Either she was blocking it out, or she had returned to her castle, or somewhere else. But, he was certain she wasn't here any longer, and he sighed, shaking his head. What was that about? It felt like he was wasting his time, and nothing came out of it except a small spar. That female really was different, running off like that. Still, if he did harm her, at least she could've gone some place where she would get healed. It was something he hoped she did. Letting out a breath, he glanced around, not knowing what to do now. Go back to Xigbar, or to his room? Or visit his best friend? Or...be bored? There was nothing else to do in this place.

It really was dull.

 

OOC: Okay... I'm really gonna need that recap, Kitty ^_^ I missed a lot.

 

Marluxia stopped tensing at the feeling he was getting from Larxene's wavelengths, they pulsed with an uneasiness that sent a shiver through his every non-existent nerve. He sighed letting some of it release through his notion, allowing his calm state and collected thoughts to remain in tact.

As far as he could tell she wasn't in physical trouble, if she reached that state he would make his presence known wherever they were post haste. He picked apart the idea must be from the stress of the past, Demyx and Axel and unfornately himself, and of course the present situation with this punk kid. He believed that Larxene could handle this, he had always been one to help her test the limits of her abilities.

He closed his eyes in thought, his memories drifting back to a moment in time where her and him were training in his garden. As pleasant as it possibly could be, he shook it returning to reality, his eyes opening. "The time is coming closer for us to enact what I told you would one day happen Namine..." he uttered softly. "Just do as you are told and you will find no harm will come to yourself or those you worry over..." he said releasing her shoulder.

He walked over to her window looking out at the vastness of area surrounding Castle Oblivion, "fitting name really...not only does the castle serve its purpose...but so does the location..." He rubbed his temples, he was ashamed of the incident of his and Larxene's discussion, he had hoped they would have never stumbled on such a quarrel.

 

ooc: akua, they arent in the castle. their in a dark-voidish kind of room, remember?

bic: "Relax. We no longer have a need for the castle. I am merely using my powers to do what was expected a long time ago. After all, our castle was originally unprepared. This is for the best" he said to him with a grin.

 

Aimlessly he walked not knowing what to do and how he should go about coming up with a plan? "Boss! Xemnas!" He yelled for him to hear his pitiful cry. Larxene has been taken by Xeltic!" Putting his head down from no answer, he felt all alone for no one would was around for him to talk to. He thought of who he should enlist to help him find his weapon, but if he did that then he might owe that certain someone something in return and the melodious nocturne was not in the mood to fullfill debts. Marluxia would be one of those members who might help him, but would want something back in return. Xigbar was busy with Roxas and the youth of water did not know how to approach him with his problem. Saix was defintely out of the question, Lexaues was far to busy for the likes of him, Luxord was no where to be found, Zexion would rather research or gaze into one of his numerous books, Xaldin had his own business to contend with, Vexen was somewhere in his lab and he would be near one of the last ones Demyx would ask for help. Axel was back where he left and he could count on him, but he remembered his rude comment to the fire wielder before and he doubted Axel would help him from that stunt. The only two left were Xioimara and Larxene, but the savage nymph had been taken by Xeltic and Xioimara was somewhere else. Demyx wouldn't ask Xioimara for help knowing she had been through hell and back by being captured by the other organization. The last member was Xemnas, his boss but he couldn't locate him since Xemnas had put up some sort of shield for preventing any of his nobodies to come to him. He cleary wanted to left alone.

His footsteps got slower, as a tear slid down his cheek as he felt like an outcast having no one to turn to. Gazing up at the heart shaped moon he reached for it, holding his hand up high yearning for his heart that would never come. What had he done to deserve this kind of punishment to become this empty shell, a slave to Xemnas's every whim? Life was just not worth it anymore, not without the very possession that kept him peaceful and able to tolerate the other members with a smile. No one would miss him if he left once again and on account it would be on Xemnas's head if something were to happen to the nocturne. He would never get the chance to tell Larxene how he truly felt about her, but it was best this way for her to not to know to save him from her utter dissapointment and jeering that would surely happen if he opened up his soul to her. Taking out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket, he set himself on the ground and began to write another letter to all of the members.

To Organization XIII members:

I have decided to leave and seek out another life for what good am I to Xemnas and the organization if I don't have my precious sitar to battle with? The boss said he wanted to be left alone so I'm giving him his wish and leaving once more. I can't take it anymore. Without my sitar I might as well be nothing, for it's a piece of my soul that Xemnas took away from me that I may never get back. Just so you know without it, I will probaly eventually fade off into the darkness for my sitar is what keeps up my spirits and frankly I don't care to live anymore if I can't have it back. It will take time, but surely maybe my wounds that he caused, and the battle I was in will become infected without medical treatment and maybe I will die that way. If I'm to go let me go quickly or maybe even the other members of the nameless organization will get to me first and end my suffering. Let me repeat myself Without my weapon, I have nothing to live for. If you ever do get Larxene back, tell her I'm sorry for everything I put her through and I'm ashamed of how I treated her when I reverted to my true side and attacked her in her bedroom. Larxene, I just wanted to show you how strong I could be and that was the only way to prove it to you. I did not want you to see me as a spineless coward like you all see me as. Axel, I'm sorry this had to be the way. You would understand if your weapon was taken from you. Take care of Roxas like I know you will. Roxas, I'm sorry man, but what choice do I have? You can blame the boss. Xioimara, just rememeber to keep your head up and keep going and don't worry about me. Xigbar I feel like I failed and just watch over the others and keep an eye on Marluxia since I don't know what he is up to, but it can't be good. Well I've said everything I wanted to say so have a nice life everyone.

Demyx

Snapping his fingers for his minions, the dancers waited patiently for him to give the orders. "These need to be delivered and I doubt I will be coming back. I lost my sitar dancers. Xemnas took it away from me and I have no idea where its at and the boss wil not answer me especially when we're having an emergency. Without it I might as well be nothing," he placed his hand to his eyes to hide the warm hurtful tears that were shedding forth. He made several copies by writing the letter many times and he sent them all to all of the Organization XIII members' rooms, Where Nothing Gathers, Vexen's lab, Castle Oblivion the top floors and basement levels as well as the Altar of Naught where Xemnas or Saix currently normally were located. Once the letters were delivered by his dancers he packed up his bags that held his human clothes and other various items and ventured out with his face concealed as he left the world towards the ocean where the breeze and the ocean was callling to him as if he was in a trance, heading to a new life of the unknown not caring of the dangers that lurked ahead.

 

The rumbling of the castle was getting worse and it was this that woke Xengla up to realize her current predicament. I've got to get out of here....where's the Superior?.... She weakly opened her eyes and made a portal nearby that should lead her to wherever Dustix was. However, Xengla could hardly walk in her condition. She was too tired and weak. Just....one more time.....then...you can sleep... The ceiling was starting to crumble quickly as debris was falling faster all around her. She managed to push herself up through adrenaline rushing through her causing her to stretch that tender area on her side making her give out a shriek of pain and remember that it was there. Still, she stood up and quickly walked through the portal where everyone else, minus 2 and maybe 3, should be. She fell to her knees as the exhaustion over took her and gave a small smile to the group followed by a short wave,"Hey guys. Sorry I was late to the party...." And then sleep could wait no longer as she fully collapsed in that small little sanctuary.

 

OOC: I'm sorry but I need to post on Wednesday around now or so, so please have some patience *TN*..sorry for the inconvenience guys ^^'.

 

OoC://No problem.
Chula->Aiiight. I'll send it to you soon.


BiC://
"She's gone?" Xigbar asked coming up from behind Roxas. "Sorry, about that. I was hoping you might of gotten a little fight. Sorry, kid." Xigbar apologized to Roxas. He crossed his arms with a thoughtful expression crossed on his face, "Let's get back to headquarters. We are done here." Xigbar said to Roxas and put his hand on his shoulder and then opened a portal and stepped back waiting for Roxas to leave first.

Xioimara got out of the shower, wearing a black tank top and pants, her black coat was hung up-it was done for, she wanted to throw it out. She could feel the sting of cuts and bruises on her body but at least she wasn't in the agony she had felt when she first came back. She really wanted to go and talk to someone about what happened. Her fur ruffled up and she shook out her coat and then suddenly her ears fell back, something felt wrong. Really wrong. Xioimara's tail drooped. She opened her bathroom door with her snout and quickly left the room with a fast trot and started to run down the corridors past everyone's rooms every now and then she would yell out Xemnas' name. Xioimara jumped down the staircase and stopped with her breath rapid from running, she was fast when she really need it.
'The lab!' Xioimara thought and clumsily started down towards Vexen's laboratory. She skidded around the corners , every now and then she would hit a wall. Xioimara hated rushing, especially in something like this-she was sure something had gone bad, but what? The thought of Ravix and Toxyn getting out didn't answer her worry, she was confident in Xemnas that they would stay trapped.

"I guess." Ravix answered and tried to act a little optimistic and at least try to encourage himself that they just might get out of this. Well, they either got out or they didn't. Xioimara got rescued, why not they?

 

OOC: Awwws, it's quite okay, luvs. I have yet to get into TH.


Roxas eyed the portal after giving a glance at Xigbar, slightly peaceful. "It's fine. I did get kind of a fight. I notice that girl has potential. I thought she was weak at first, but she does have something in there..." He was about to step in, before he raised a eyebrow, looking at Xigbar again, a expression crossing from confusion and amusement. Did Xigbar forget that the girl had guided them into their castle before as she trespassed? He smirked slyly. "And aren't we in headquarters?"

 

Marluxia sat down in a chair opposite of Namine, "even though I require your assistance for parts of my plan to work...you still will not receive any clue as to what I am up to..." he said softly conjuring a rose inbetween his fingers. "You know...the lack of trust is so very apparent amongst some of these fools..."

He took a moment to inhale the aroma of the rose, breathing out lightly and relaxing, it always seemed to have that effect on him. "Let us be thankful that you are safely up here while on other floors and basements people are busy at work trying to destroy each other..." He sighed shaking his head, "if only people understood the pure beauty of things..."

He rubbed his temples, "its a pity you did not pick up anything on Xemnas while during that short time you experienced under his care...before being assigned to myself..." he said glancing down at her then raising his eyes again. "Although I would say you far enjoy my company more..." he said lightly brushing her cheek with his gloved hand.

"So many...so many of the members envy what you hold in your chest..." he said shaking his head, "that is why they are fools...in order to have a heart and emotions...you must forfeit the right and ability to defend such things..." He closed his eyes, "for you see...true power does not involve a heart...however that will be our little secret..."

 

"The ocean it calls me," he ran towards it, his belongings with him as he portaled out of the World That Never Was. Sprinting faster to the void, he made his bags disappear so not to bother him with his dashing of exhileration. He was finally free from the organization's clutches for now. Smiling with what seemed to be the biggest grin on his face, his feet struck the sand of Destiny Island, his lungs breathing in the cool sweet scent of the ocean. Diving in, he swam with the waves feeling at home among the sea. The sun's gentle rays warmed his skin, and reflected the shine of his messed up mullet that dripped with pure droplets. He was nearly in heaven as his body swam with ease underneath the waves, his motions being graceful and fluid. Unzipping his zipper of his organization cloak, he let the water soothe his wounds and energize both his mind, body, and spirit. This was like a vacation on a tropical paradise with no enemies or threats in reach.

Coming out of the water as he rode the surf with simply his feet, he bounded onto the beach and looked for a place to hang out for the time being. Noticing from a distance his eyes peered on a house with no occupants anywhere to be seen. He would make his life there and could easily get a job as a lifegaurd, a swiming instuctor, a surfer, a dancer, or a coach for water sports. Even a musicain would be possible, but he would have to acquire a gitar first since his sitar was gone. Pushing open the door, he found it to be vacant and he smiled that there was some furniture and all the things of a home should have. He would transform this into a vacation home for himself. Revealing his belongings, he ran upstairs to the master bedroom and decorated the room to be like his own. Being a spirit with powers, it didn't take long for him to get the place the way he wanted it. The rocky nature decor of pool outside with a hot tub looked like it was brand new. Breathing in the sweet air and jumping in place at his success for fixing the place up, he took off his organization cloak, keeping on his black pants and began to unpack his belongings placing the cloak, socks and boots in a protective area where no one could venture or access in many means nessessary. "This place looks great," he unpacked a packet of prepared chicken salad with crackers, a bag of cheese chips, and a punch from his bag. Laying back in a hamcok he lazily ate, placing his sunglasses over his eyes sipping his punch every so often. "This is the life. I wonder if the other members have gotten my letters yet? I doubt it and they probaly think I haven't left. None of them would miss me anyway though it would be nice if I did have the company," he shoved a cracker with the chicken salad into his mouth, a few chips, and washed it down with his drink. "Now if someone were to come, I would return as long as I got my sitar back. I'm not good to any of them without it," he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I don't know how long I will be staying here, but I should get some groceries soon. I can't surive on chicken salad and crackers," he laughed as he let the warmth of the sun's rays heal him, the water droplets evaporating into his flesh as the hammock swung gentely by the warm, soft breeze.

 

Axel had wandered back to Castle Oblivion with a new toy in his possession which was in fact a kunai or some other weapon from either Larxene or Xeltic. He wasn't really sure which one it was, but he placed it deep in his organization cloak pocket out of reach from anyone. The idea of keeping it could be used as a bargaining chip or just something he wanted to pay back the cocky rival member to insert forward twist and thrust when he was off guard to pierce his chest with the metalic sharp weapon until the 19 year old was bleeding internally and fell down dead. He had a strong hatred for Xeltic right now who was now on his kill list. KuaXa was second. How humilating that a warrior that the flame nobody thought was going to be a challenge would resort to using his pets to aide him. How hard was it to have an opponent use their skills to fight okay he had to admit he had a weapon, but still having his dragons do all the work and straggle him in the the worst element imagiable. It was enough to have his fire go off the deep end. . A course he would want a rematch and this time without the use of his creatures. It was an element of surprise, and Axel would not make that mistake again. No, it would be different this time.

He had witnessed another cowardly rival who only wanted to fight Larxene, which to Axel was not a problem, but the taunting and negative comments of boasting the guy's pride was enough to make him sick. Feeling stupid that he didn't confront the b@stard himself, when he had the chance instead of taunting the guy was questionable in his head as of now. Why had he done nothing? Was it because he knew that Larxene could handle this on her own, though he could tell that had been worn out and tired and need rest? Or was it because he was too fasinated with the whim of fighting to even care regardeless that the enemy at the time was in their territory. Either way whatever he was thinking his mind had come to a stand still that not even noticing that Demyx was gone.

Xiomara at least was safe and was not the one had been kidnapped again so in a way Axel was glad that he stepped in and stopped that possible result from happening. There was no way the fire dancer was going to let that be on him. They were not going to lose her again especially since she must be tramatised through the tortures she may have gone through.

He had failed and Larxene in the process was taken who knows where by Xeltic. That cowardly teen with a brash attitude, but due to his circumstance may have not been good at concentrating with a fight among a crowd. This may be a weakness that Axel could use to his advantage, but then again he may have disappeared to be alone with her to have her fight to her extreme ability.
The flurry wondered if this would upset the balance for the Nameless wondering if in fact that they would miss this rebelion foul mouthed coward. Just the way he represented himself he could see that Xeltic didn't seem to care about them, but only fighting.
Either way in the back of his mind he knew they had not won, yet and that the captured nameless members will find a way out of the unknown places they were encased at. Dustix would find some way around Xenmas somehow after all he was the leader of that organization and Axel doubted that he would just be binding time as every leader stragedies and then without warning attacks. Even so where were all the others at? Probably scattered in various locations and waiting for some kind of signal, but either way Axel didn't care what they did. If they showed up then they would be dealt with if they confronted him. Xengla, however he wasn't sure if he would fight her just because she had helped him reengergize his fire, was that a bad thing? No, it wasn't an debt, Or possibly the role can be in reverse if someone he cared about was in trouble then perhaps it might be a different reason to go against it. Either way Axel secretly was thankful, but he wouldn' ever admit to anyone else. Still a prideful depostion he had held towards himself.


Once inhabiting in his room he snatched the letter that was taped on his door and began to yawn loudly though in truth Axel was in no mood for remorse for anyone especially with his pride being choved out the window from the insulting comments. No, he was tired, angry and needed some rest as with in an instant of stepping in his room his mind chose to ignore the power levels that he had felt all of a sudden down in the basement. Rolling his eyes and resenting of being on the 8th floor and hearing movements from down below, half bored, he sent a few of his assassins down there to see who the hell was causing all the racket.

Trying to go into an relaxation mode he directed his eyes from the floor and onto the letter as he lied on his bed comfortably. He had already thrown on his sleep cloak that was lighter in material than the cloak and more comfortable and flexible to move around in. Perhaps the letter was from some higher member that had a mission for him to do later on or it could be from someone else. The point that it was taped on his door had the flurry a bit curious as usually anyone who wanted to talk with him spoke to him through servants or came face to face. His eyes carefully scanned it repeatedly to make sure he was reading it right. From being half bored and interested his orbs had widen in disbelief, annoyance, perturbance, resentment, and of course depression. "Demyx? No you idiot. Now is not the time. This sucks! Xenmas, why the hell would you do that[/I]?" His mind was circlating with these thoughts as he was clear that maybe the supeior had either lost his mind or maybe stressed out from the whole ordeal of interruptions and reacted with one of the harshest punishment someone could lay on someone. It was a stupid reaction especially since they are dealing with the Nameless Organization. If Demyx couldn't fight without his weapon what use he was to them? Xenmas was not thinking this through obviously, but either way Axel knew he would have to do something or he would never hear the end of it. It was not betrayal, but knowing the way Xenmas thinks he might see it that way.


Shaking his head in disbelief his anger radiating violently as his hand burned the piece of paper which was nothing more than ash. The fire wielder then summoned his assassins and dusks to go find Demyx or locate his Dancers as Axel was not going to go on a wild goose chase to go find his ass. His afther thoughts after he had sent them away was telling him other things. Why should he find him for how he treated him? Did Demyx deserve what he got? Is Larxene even worth the trouble? Is it because he might get punished for knowing he was gone and didn't do anything about it or was it because he saw another friend? They didn't have hearts then why would Axel be upset and angry? Where the hell was Roxas? Was he okay? What the hell is Marluxia doing? Starring at the window or obviously planning something? What about everyone else? Why was Xenmas being so secretive? Why did the red head have to send his spies in order to find out the results of information that he should know? What else was the Nameless going to do?

No matter what the reason Axel needed to vent his anger, which was sky rocketing now to the brink of no return. He was really pissed now and seriously wanted to kill, maim, cause pain or some sort of physical injury to someone or something. Storming out of his room with extreme anger he focussed his attention towards the basement wondering if maybe he should go down there and spar.

 

"Shouldn't we report to Xemnas first though? Last I checked he was in Vexen's laboratory, actually. Xioimara should be there too." Xigbar said to Roxas, "No, I didn't forget, if that's what your thinking. I'm not that old and-" Xigbar stopped for a moment and crossed his arms with a thoughtful expression, "Well, I lost my train of thought but let's just get to the lab." Xigbar said to Roxas jokingly.

Xioimara darted down towards Vexen's laboratory and started to call for Xemnas and a thud echoed the walls as Xioimara tried to skid to a stop and hit her side against the wall by the doorway of Vexen's lab. "Xem-Xem-Xemnas!" Xioimara started and skid past the doorway again but managed to get her way through without hitting another wall, "I-I think my lungs just exploded..." Xioimara sighed to herself, out of breath and stopped with a glide, and then sat down in front of Xemnas, and bowed herself down slightly and flattened her ears, "The others-they-rivals-" She started to say and took in a deep breath, trying not to waste his time, "Okay, something is really wrong. I don't know what. But something is wrong-like, uh," Xioimara paused thinking, not too sure how to put her words together, she was still pretty hyped up and was talking pretty fast-but that also happened when she was onto something.

"Okay, okay, I got my thoughts together-I think, no, yeah, I do." Xioimara said and waved her right paw once and then put it down, "Right, so, okay, say-there's a....construction sight-one of the workers-we'll say his name just so happens to be Demyx-" Xioimara said and lowered her body standing up with her ears back and tail between her hind legs,

"And let's say he 'officially' quit the construction sight-meanwhile, the-the construction team was ALMOST done building but since one guy left they are, just, completely open to getting the living hell taxed out of them and the enemy company is building a lot faster than them, and we'll say that they have maybe a more promotional plan for their construction sight-and-are 'faster' than the first construction team with the worker that quit, and they say just, 'ruin them'...?" Xioimara said in a slower voice to Xemnas, finally back to talking in a normal voice. "B-but! The first construction team do manage to come back but they are STILL on the same construction sight and now it's just full of holes, mud, and-and very few pipes...!"

 

OOC: Okay,this is only going to be for Xeltic,sorry but I don't have time for anything else..tomorrow I can post as everyone.Oh and uh,let's just get this out there to some of you folks. Length isn't what makes a roleplayer great.You know who you are.Enough said.

Cautiously taking steps away from the sparking savage, Xeltic pondered his first move.From her posture and her response to his choice of grabbing her hand back there, it was obvious she was pissed..oh,and let's not forget the lightning,shall we?

Despite her hostile figure,and those blood-thirsty eyes, he could still see she wanted a fight..not a punching bag, but a fight.......how about we say both for her sake?

"Guess I'll make the first move.." he let the words escape his lips,instead of just keeping them in his thoughts.He figured her more of the offensive type,one that would rush him constantly with a massive amount of attacks.There were,however, a few possibilities.

She could be underestimating him..but that was unlikely..highly,in fact.

She could be ready to counter..possible,very possible.

or..she could be totally checking him out..but life isn't that good to him.

He kept full eye contact on her,not daring to let her get out of his sight for even a moment.With his eyes locked with hers,he raised his Naginata over his head and twirled it,gathering speed as he did so.Once it was at a decent speed, he grabbed it with both hands and spun around,doing a 360 degree rotation and swinging his weapon like a Golf Club toward Larxene in a loose,carefree way.

Nothing visible came toward her, but you could almost feel a large,solid force in the room..and it was headed straight for the mobile battery.Brace for Impact,*****.

OOC: XD...*edit*

With the piercing eyes of the Superior on his back,this drove Vexen to speed up the building of the machine.He gathered each and every scrap of paper on the matter and portaled himself down in the dark, silent basement.

There he stood,gazing at his creation and taking in the hum it was making.Despite the blistering cold that was bottled up in this part of the castle, the cloaking device felt almost like a freezer.Well..they didn't exactly call him the 'Chilly Academic' for nothing,did they?

He set his schematics down onto the ground and stepped forward to the machine, extending his right hand forward and pressing his hand on a scanner.As a green light ran across it, he looked around to find a Dancer had appeared inside,looking directly at him holding a letter of some sort.

He figured Xemnas had asked it to come down here and show him whatever it was.Perhaps he had to leave,yet again?Hopefully not, surely they'd all be turned into Dusk's if he kept getting annoyed with the stupidity and childish behavior that radiated from the empty minds of most members.

.....Yes,he's talking about you Demyx.

Out of curiosity, he pulled his hand away from the scanner and reached out for the letter,taking it without a 'thank you' at all.The Dancer nobody was mostly used by Demyx, so it had to be from him.He unfolded it,and began to read....

--

"...Again?" Vexen muttered, shaking his head with a bored look as he crumbled the letter up and threw it at the Dancers head with disgust.Yet again..yet again did Demyx run off with a poor excuse.For a Nobody,he had shown plenty of emotions lately..but if he was going to have them,why couldn't they be more of a male's emotion?The guy reminded him of a crying homosexual,screaming on a webcam to get everyone's attention.

He even had the nerve to say 'Blame Xemnas'.For gods sake, it was only a weapon.If he'd drop his balls and become the man they all hoped he'd be, then maybe he wouldn't be treated like a little girl with emotional issues.

Good Riddance was all he had to say to him.

"Dismissed." Vexen commanded the Dancer, watching as it disappeared into a personal void.Now..to begin again.Channeling an icy chill through his right hand,he placed it on the scanner again and allowed it to take in his prints.It was designed so only he'd be able to control the functions, but he knew he'd need to configure it for Xemnas' uses as well.

When the panel flashed green blue three times, he pulled his hand away and relaxed his power.It was done..everything was configured, every part was set in a shivering plate.The thing was not only cold, but could take punishment as well.

Plenty..of punishment.It was highly resistant to many elements,and he had to make sure it could handle rough conditions.With all the enemies running about,he didn't want to take chances.

Now..to report.

Vexen portaled himself back in front of Xemnas and gave him a silent nod,letting him know it was ready.

OOC: Too lazy to describe the machine atm...also sorry for any mistakes..Exams take so much out of you >.<

 

OoC://Guys, head's up. Nobody post for another 10 hours. Since the site went down they said any posts made for another 10 hours will be deleted.
If you don't see this or are posting while I'm posting this I'll try and copy your post that way it doesn't get deleted, M'kay?

EDIT:
Aiiight, it's fine.

 

OOC: Sirus, when I read your post, I didn't know you could use that kind of language and imagery that was harsh on Demyx's character that made me cover my mouth with my hand and say "no you didn't?", but I'll let it go. If you wish to degrade him as Vexen since Vexen probaly has no respect for him anyway that's fine, so Demyx will do the same with Vexen in ways of thinking about him and the others of the organization. After all it is a rpg and we're supposed to have fun right *LOL*)

Sea gulls cried in the distance and the waves broke across the shore as the musican got out of his hammock and went inside to put his cloak back on. The organization cloaks not only kept them warm, but they also protected them from any unknown attacks and allowed them to be unharmed when portaling through the darkness. The attire was almost like a second skin, though not the most comfortable to wear, they were not unbearable either. Slipping it over his head, he adjusted the zipper to his liking where it fell below his hips in the area of his higher quadraceps. Digging through his bag, he pulled out a pouch of munny that he had been saving for quite some time. When the organization was away, he would sneak off into the other worlds and earn his currency by performing on the streets with his sitar playing the most beautiful ballads and harmonious tunes one would ever hear. Of course when he did this, he was dressed in his street clothes not wanting anyone to discover what he was or who he was with. If he wasn't playing his instrument, then his other methods would bring him munny to afford stuff he wanted and needed. Besides being a musican he had his youthful looks to depend on having people chase him down not to mention his melodious nature gave him the natural talant of being one of the greatest dancers and singers around. Yes, he could easily surive without the organization breathing down his neck nearly all the time.

Opening a void to the darkness he was about to leave to another destination on the island when he turned to face one of his servants that visited him, its feet rapidly swaying in one direction at a time. He arched one of his eyebrows, placing his index finger to his chin listening to how his dancer, his servant was treated by the senile senior member whose actions were uncalled for. "What?" So it seems that the old man, close to father time," he ridiculed the scientist knowing he wasn't old, but a lot older than him, "tossed my letter in your face? That old b******," he crossed his arms allowing the dancer to continue. "He's building something? Yeah well I hope it blows up in his face. Then he'll have a real reason to conceal it," he spat and tried to recall if he ever saw Vexen with his hood on? "Don't take it personally," Demyx spoke calmly to his dancer as if it had feelings, "Vexen just thinks he is better then everyone. Kind of like Marluxia which is downright scary of how similar those two are," he shook his head keeping both of their images out of his mind. "So he said good riddance to me? Just as I figured. If I do come back, I'll be sure to pay his lab a visit before I cover it underneath my element. That will show him," he continued to listen as the dancer acknowledged its master. "Has anyone read my letter or did I waste my time as usual?" He frowned feeling disappointed. "No one else that you know of? Well be sure to let me know if you know anything else and spread the word along to all of my servants and before you go pass this to gramps," a evil smirk spread across his face as he told the dancer what to do. He dismissed it as it disappeared back to the castle, and appeared behind Vexen kicking him hard in the butt out of loyality for his master. It danced in place teasing the scientist, quickly disappearing to elsewhere in the castle before it got destroyed.

Feeling satisfied that Vexen got exactly what he deserved, Demyx entered his void, walking along the dark corridors to get some much needed items. Once at the small shop, he walked in causing everyone to run out screaming for their lives at what they saw. "What? Why is everyone running away from me?" Demyx had forgotten to change when he stepped out of the void. Shrugging his shoulders, he got his many items and took them over to the cashier. "So how much do I owe you?" taking out his pouch and counting out his munny like a normal person, he was surprised that the shop keeper put his hands up telling him to take what he wanted and not harm him. "Ok thanks that's really cool of you," he gave the owner a weird look as he put his munny pouch in his pocket not needing it now and walked out the door with all of his groceries. "What's up with everyone running away?" he scratched his head until the mystery was solved over someone shouting the name Organization XIII. Putting a hand to his chest, he felt the metal chain, the silver drawstrings, and the leather upon his glove. "Oh! I forgot to take my cloak off and change. Whoops," he hit himself playfully with his left hand on his face. "No wonder people were running away from me. They thought I was going to take their hearts," he laughed a bit at his stupidity getting odd looks from the villagers on Destiny Island. Being impish he starred at them, placed his bags of groceries on the ground and summoned his dancers. "Go have fun with them," he licked the front of his teeth with delight after placing his arms up in the air and shouting at the villagers "Boo!" The dancers did indeed as he watched snickering underneath his breath. "Ok that's enough. I didn't say kill them. Now take my groceries back to the place I'm staying," he waved his hand playfully as one the dancers was using a townswoman as its personal kicking target. "I'll be home shortly," he got himself some sweet terryaki turkey jerkey from a stand and portaled away knawing on it. Once home, he placed the perishables in the fridge and freezer, stocked his cupboards and went up to his new room crashing on his bed. Sighing with relief and knowing everything was in its proper place, he pulled out his photo album and began scanning through the pages paying close attention to Larxene's and Axel's photos. "Man do I miss them already," he leaned up sitting on the bed. "But the thing I miss the most is my weapon, my precious sitar." Sorrow over took him as he huddled close in his covers hugging them for comfort.

 

OOC: Do what you want, I don't judge out of nowhere, because clearly this isn't the first time your Demyx has done this.Vexen is easily annoyed anyway.So insult and keep giving him reasons to think of Demyx as what he said,not bothering me.*LOL*..

As he waited for Xemnas to comment on the completion of his creation,he felt something kick him in his..butt?

He looked around, seeing that it was a Dancer before it disappeared.He shook his head and scowled before looking back around.Obviously,it was the Melodious ****** of the Organization,running off again,needing a tampon desperately for his inexcusable behavior.Clearly he was becoming fond of attention, so he sent the letters,and a kick to the butt.

But the butt?What member in their right mind would try something like that?None but the runaway S.O.B,that's who.Xemnas needs to have standards for joining next time.

"Let's pretend that never happened for the next few minutes.Anyway..it is completed,as you wished it to be."

 

OOC: Sorry for the delay :P. Now I need to hunt RA...

Roxas sighed, slightly chuckling, before nodding without much trouble. The thought to finally see if Xioimara was okay, and that she was not lethally hurt, countered against all arguments he could put out. Yet, the girl probably was alright if Xigbar wasn't too concerned any longer. "Fine then. I want to know what he did with that Ravix." He then stepped in, being covered by darkness, before appearing in the lab, right away spotting Xemnas sitting in a chair serenely, Zexion silent as usual, Vexen before the Superior, looking like something was up his butt, no surprise, and Xioimara in her wolf form. He grinned in relief that she was not in extensive care or not breathing. "Xioi..."



Xemnas should have done his promise of blocking the lower Nobodies any entrance, because when Vexen finally returned, with what he thought was the news that the machine was done, a Dancer appeared, and then kicked the scientist without much trouble. He blinked, knowing it was Demyx's, and then let out a breath at the result. Apparently, if the water wielder continued to abuse his minions, then he would have to take that power away as well. But, from what Xioimara was telling him, he had escaped again...not that he didn't know, so he wasn't at all bothered by the fact. For the rest of the words he just eyed the girl, silently communicating that he had everything else under control. His concentration was now on Demyx...and this was the last and final chance for the member. First run away? Explainable. As for the second, he was not that lenient, and he had to pave the road of whether or not to execute him completely. He was more trouble than he was worth, and truthfully, he was tired of dealing with his actions. He would not have it anymore. He had delayed his plans now, the idiot, with him gone and away from the castle when he needed all the members in headquarters, and that was it for Xemnas. The mullet haired man was given too much leeway, and freedom, and was taking advantage of it and abusing it. And because of this, out of the 14th, there will be one taken out, and the number will lower. The Sitar was just the beginning, yet, it appeared the lesson was not learned, and he was just a nuisance at the moment that needed to be rid of. He did not want to do this, but the Nobody left him no other choice if he was not going to behave, and keep putting a dent to his shields with their recent enemies. It would not have mattered as well, since he was not going to stop his ploy from being halted because of the inconvenience Demyx kept engaging himself with, and if he was out, he would not find the castle anywhere in his vision and will remain shut from them until he was annihilated.

Now he just needed to see who had the role of destroying him.

It was when Vexen gave a comment that he got snapped out of his contemplations, and with a strict nod, he was about to get up, until he had sensed certain newcomers heading in. He watched blankly at the black void ripping apart the air, and out came Roxas, who had thrown the room a glance over, before settling on Xioimara. He stood then, slightly dusting his cloak, before motioning at Zexion, as Vexen's job was finished, and it was his turn. That was when he spoke. "Perfect. Everything is set up. Nevertheless..." He eyed all the people present gravely, trailing off the foreboding decision that will befall them. "I have to announce the fact that Demyx will not be a part of us anymore, and will be hunted down shortly."

He did not need to clarify on what this meant as he tore his cold orange eyes away from the sudden horrified and surprised expression that was on Roxas's face.



No, you think? Larxene sarcastically bit at him from her mind at his comment, keeping it to herself as she just heavily glared at him with fired aquatic eyes. She wasn't happy with this guy. Then again, it wasn't like she hadn't been disliking him from the beginning. Nothing was directed at her before, so she didn't mind except to find him irritating, but now that she was a target, she was so enraged, that any wrong move, and she'll perhaps create a armageddon if she tried. She was boiling that horribly with anger. Impatient and frustrated with everything lately. There was just too much shit going on right now for her, mentally, and physically, and now she had to deal with this of all things so far on this hell of a day that she rather sleep away and forget it ever happened. And she was willing to take it out at anyone who was at fault for it, which included her current opponent. It was kept in control and in check, though, and unless something went on to inflame her already infuriated and bubbling blood, she wasn't going to snap anytime soon. She honestly wouldn't have cared who did the first move, even if she had to, yet, since he already decided it, she waited, watching him closely...studying his movements...silently...only to roll her eyes as he pulled out his sword, and gave some techniques to show-off. Did everyone with something resembling a sword had to do that? Was it in the sword fighting handbook to do a skillful opening to look cool before sending forth your attack? Because it was getting highly annoying. She had enough of that from Roxas, who always for whatever reason, seemed to find the need to twirl his Keyblades in a introduction when dual-wielding his Oathkeeper and Oblivion when they started sparring.

Her complaint was cut short as she saw something coming at her. She didn't know what it was, nor could she see it, but her senses were sensitive enough to pick up on it, and unsure of what she was doing, she jumped out of the way in time, high in the ceiling, her quick feet coming to work to get out of way, only feeling a sort of wind pass by her as the effect. It was the same with every move he had given, and she wondered what type of element he possessed. Not gravity, no...it was like a force. As she landed on the floor swiftly, she didn't bother to think or question it much longer. However, preparing herself for a attack of her own, she hissed, "What is it you have? Some force?" She immediately didn't waste time as she twisted her body quickly to aim and throw her kunai straight at him right off after her question, the weapons covered with her lightning as they didn't last a second to reach him at the speed they were heading in his direction. It was odd how they were both taking it easy on each other, and she didn't understand why, but she was keeping it as long as he did. It was the best for her situation anyway, to save more energy.

 

Dustix let out a sigh. "I believe that it is time for us to prepare preperations. You should all know now, our castle is about to dissapear and never come back.I have a mission though. We shall each spread out to the different castles and conquer them. It will have to coinside with each other, so at the moment, the first one who will be sent out will be KuaXa." he said as he looked at KuaXa with a smile. "Tell me, do you know of the world of Atlantis?" He asked