.::.Build Your Cages.::.

For now, Xengla was still out. All she needed was 2 hours of rest and maybe washing up and bandaging that minor wound that Roxas had given her. She still couldn't believe that that had actually happened. It wasn't fair that she received an injury and all he gets is to walk away with a smile on his goofy face and maybe some insight on her skills so he could be prepared next time. What a waste.

 

Xioimara backed away once Xemnas stood up and turned to face Roxas hearing her nickname be called, she wagged her tail with her ears forward-Xigbar had also gotten back from the mission. Xioimara shifted her form, she looked a little better-probably because she had on a better cloak now. She opened her mouth to say something to them but instead she was overcome with a shocked expression, jaw and shoulders dropped, hearing what Xemnas had to say about what to do with this Demyx problem. The first thing that almost came out of her mouth was rude What, but Xioimara knew better than to say that to the Superior."He'll be okay though, r-right?" Xioimara managed to say through the silence. Xioimara was prepared for the answer to come and also had the nerve to think it was her fault he was gone. What? Everyone did kind of treat her like she was a kid but she was smart enough to piece together everything that might of caused it. And if this did mean they were going to execute him...She would hunt him down herself and help him.

She was sure she wouldn't be alone if she did as much as she hated disobeying Xemnas, it made her feel like someone's pet under the orders of some else and having to come to your leash when ordered to and heel when ordered too. Roxas, Axel, Xigbar-they probably would disagree with this idea of hunting down Demyx-the others, like Larxene, would probably become completely overwhelm with joy.

Xigbar-the last one to arrive back-had finally come back with Roxas just as their Superior spoke, 'Demyx ran off again?' He thought with his arms crossed but was careful to keep his thoughts to himself, he was really up for the idea of capturing Demyx-he would be back-he would always come back, he just needed some alone time. As if you could ever get any time to yourself in this place, there was always someone around to annoy the Hell out of you, even Xioimara annoyed him at times-he kept his cool somehow in this place but, Demyx didn't do so well. He had his breaks and Xemnas had enough of it. Xioimara nor Roxas seemed to like the idea either and Xigbar already knew Xioimara would do something about it, that was just her, she didn't like anyone getting hurt unless it was the enemy, even then he had seen times when she would defend the bad guy. Wasn't his fault that she had a change of heart every few seconds she was still a good kid despite that though.

Demyx was a good kid too, don't get him wrong, he did get annoying at times also. Xigbar was ready to hear Xioimara come up with a plan later for helping Demyx if Xemnas continued as he had ordered. Now, it was just for time to decide he guessed, Xioimara wasn't fit to go out and save anybody's life today nor tomorrow, he wasn't sure how she managed to be standing still, Vexen probably gave her just a tad too much painkillers and that would do the trick for her, the slightest bit of adrenaline would send Xioimara off the walls. Xioimara normally listened to him well enough and didn't disobey him, one time she had, she wasn't in the best of moods, and he almost lost his remaining eye. He was positive he could somehow get her away from the idea of helping Demyx, even if just meant delaying her from thinking. She would help anybody in the Organization even quite possibly Marluxia, but now just wasn't the time to be helping Demyx. They could still succeed without him and it was only his fault, he wasn't going to be the one getting his heart back then, is all.

OoC://I win!
I got into my high school choice! *Evil laughter* It's a blue ribbon schools-so Frick Yeah!(I would swear but I keep that part to spamzone)

 

"Both. After all, one can never be too protective after all" Dustix informed him. "Now go"

 

Axel wondered if any of the organization members had got the letter that Demyx had sent out and curiously had hit through his rage of mixed emotions. Even if Demyx was out somewhere he would be hunted down, because the one thing that Xenmas never tolerated was traitors and even though the ninth member had gone for good reason the leader of their orgainzation had a low tolerance level and would see that running away would lead to treacherous acts even if the mullet haired nobody saw it in a different point of view.

Axel's patience had gone long enough as he was sensing bad vibes from the orignal castle that some of his assassins were sending him mental images of distress of illusions and at that moment he had to find Demyx now before an death order was carried out. Xenmas would send it out and most likely he might give the order to one who probably hated Demyx and there may be a few that fit that cateogory. Regardless for the fact though Axel was the organization's executioner since in past events he was never reluctant to take out lower nobodies and his cruel violent tendencies over playing with his victims and mind before they were annihilated was a desirable notion that he enjoyed to the full instant of being a nobody. It was either quick or slow so there was no inbetween when it came to ending anyone's life. However he pleasured a challenge before taking a life as the fiery nobody didn't like one sided battles when it involved only him having the advantage while his opponent was losing miserably. Taking the life of another member of the organization regrettly their own might pose a problem if he thought that individual was innocent. Ultilmatley he dealt with the issues concerning treachery, but Axel knew that Demyx wasn't that kind of nobody who would do such a thing even though he felt out of place at times. By the letter the musican mentioned that he just wanted his sitar back which was what the red head believed was true and he would hear Demyx out and then base that on his decision.

Summoning a portal he had called out a few of his assassins that were hanging around the castle to go find the Melodious Norturne's dancers and to locate any oceans that he could most likely occupy, then a few dusks to watch over the events in The World That Never Was. Axel didn't know what else to do and he was not going to leave any of their territory until he was sure that the sitar player was in his sights or presence was found. The fire nobody was not intimidated at all nor, it wasn't like he was not allowed to leave their headquarters after all Axel was not on duty for the time being or was instructed to remain in Castle Oblivion so he tried to use this as an leisure time even though the thirst of revenge was much more greater. Perhaps a little game would be the best thing to convince Demyx to come back and Axel would more than happy play that role. Afterall Axel needed to redeem himself and a scare tactic if it need to be seem fitting if that is what he had to pursue the noturne then so be it. It would easily distract his interest from the noises from the basement that was really getting on his nerves.

On a tropical island near the water, five assassins had materialized quietly sleeking and sneaking, among the sand as they seeked out to find the missing member or at least his nobodies. Shortly observing the new land they spied a little house with palm trees standing by it as if a hamock had been recently been added to it. In their perception there was some kind of life here some where. Watching their guard they snuck closer and saw another creature resembling their kind, but it was in fact the Dancer there probably to stand guard, Creeping slowly one of the assassins had silenced that dancer so not to have it inform the others they were here. So without anymore further delay as they scoped out the beach house they knew they had found the missing refuging in a new place that he may have now called home. Randomly confused for a second with this since by their fire master's command in the past, pursuing people meant death. They were hesitate with the order and soley remembered were not given an order by Axel to attack or let him know of their presence, but to only find them. Even though it was his call the assassins desired fighting as much as Axel and the element of surprise would really catch the water nobody attention so just for spite could play the deception and make it look like they were going to ambush him. Readily this they carefully dived into the bottom of the floor to spy on Demyx. One however, had appeared leaning over at the edge of the door way at the Melodious Noturne room as if to see what kind of reaction it may get from the member. They were ordered to find and not harm, but even so they would need infomation to report so then Axel could then decide upon their fate. The assassins already had decided that the Dancers were traitors since they left with their master and judging by that they didn't know what to expect from Demyx so they had to be careful..

 

OOC: All right,don't accuse me of God-modding.Me and Twilight have planned all of this ^^

"Bingo!" Xeltic shouted as he leaped up high and flipped backwards,avoiding the lethal projectiles that headed his way.Time seemed to gradually go slower as gravity took hold of him and dragged him back toward the cold floor.He landed with ease and just looked into her eyes with curiosity and..attraction?

Okay,so Xeltic wasn't the type to flirt or hit on any girl he barely knew..but this girl was an exception.Her slender, fit body nearly threw the guy into a trance..if it wasn't for his urge to fight,he'd have probably kept watching even after getting hit.Her look..her attitude..that destructive glare,everything attracted him to this girl.But he was a nobody, as was she, so should he even be experiencing a feeling of 'attraction'? Probably not, but he'd be sure to get another something from this fight..for better,or for worse.

The attraction he was showing lasted only a second as he turned back into a battle-ready warrior.He bent down slightly and had trouble deciding where to go from there. Okay..not only is she tough,but she's fast too..probably as fast as me,maybe more.So..if I can catch her off guard for even a second,I could get the upper hand on her.No more games. he thought to himself.

With his Naginata in his right hand, he summoned four shuriken inbetween the fingers of his left hand."Let's see how you like it!" he shouted,throwing them directly toward her, intending to have her duck down.He wasted no time and sped forward,passing the Shuriken and appearing just behind her and slipping his arms through hers,raising both up and pulling them back to keep her in place.She wouldn't be getting away anytime soon.

The shuriken flew toward her mid-section with a deadly hum filling the air as they drew closer toward her.Now,anyone else with the intent to kill would have let them hit..but Xeltic wasn't in this fight to kill.This was only a test.With merely a thought he had the shuriken fade and disappear completely.Satisfied with the distraction having worked,Xeltic had made sure that his body was entirely in contact with his so she couldn't slip out or do anything clever.

Yet..while he kept her there for the time being,he couldn't help but forget something important..what was it..?

 

Larxene was not startled by the fact that he dodged it, because she knew he would, but she did summon back her weapons to her fingers, preparing herself for another attack, evasion, or perhaps she'll go all out on him once and for all and heat things up. This was going too slow for her, really. Flexing her kunai, she was about to hatch some plan into her mind, before somewhat noticing the fact that he had paused to look at her. She wouldn't have normally cared or minded, considering that she was gazing at him for further inclination of his movements herself, and he might be doing the same. Nonetheless, despite being naive on some level, it didn't escape her that his eyes shifting up and down her body in a somewhat clouded look wasn't exactly what she would call a case study to predict what she will do next. It kind of threw her off, because along with having a crowd to watch her fighting, she wasn't that keen or tolerant to have men, or any guy for that manner, check her out. It irritated her. Just like everything. As well as made her perturbed and self-conscious enough to take a position that would hide most of her assets that were possible, which she did. She has had enough trouble with any romantic tendencies with Marluxia and Demyx...or whatever the hell Marluxia was trying to mean, and this wasn't something she needed right now. If it wasn't for the fact that it would have gotten in the way of her battles, she would've placed a bunch of stuffing under her cloak, and made to appear fat to drive them away. That would really help her in terms of the constant situations she found herself in, because the Organization coat wasn't doing a good job of reducing her curvaceous appearance, it seems. And this just fueled her need to kick this guy's ass. She had to admit, it wasn't like he was bad looking himself, attractive, but she wasn't here for the eye candy when she lived with a fistful of them anyway.

She slightly shifted, moving her shoulder a little to make herself more comfortable with her damp clothes that had yet to fully dry. Her cloak was fine a bit, but it was what was under it that was the problem, because the clothes inside were drenched, and while her black sports bra dried quickly as it should with the material it's made of, the rest hadn't. Thankfully, it didn't cause a disadvantage, but the feel was distressing on her skin either way. The only thing that got her mind out of that fact was when she noted that the guy had begun to finally take his stance, and she did the same. Larxene blinked once when he brought out shuriken aiming straight at her, not being stupid enough to fall for the fact that he was doing the same move twice. It had to be for some reason, and he was pulling some tactic. Before she could step off, though, and find a way to return the favor as soon as possible, she saw him suddenly disappear. Knowing the meaning of it, she was already forwarding to the side, until it was halted hurriedly, and she grunted in surprise when she felt a presence behind her, immediately hooking his arms around her own, locking them in a vice grip that was almost like iron behind her back, supposedly trapping her as her kunai were dismissed with the act. Her body tensed when his shuriken were still heading at her, and she decided to come up with a strategy of giving some static or electricity to stop them or slow them down somehow. That is, if they hadn't out of nowhere vanished before they dug in her mid-section. Her eyebrows crunched together in suspicion and confusion, wondering, truly, what this man was up to. Her teeth gritted as her expression tightened more terribly than ever, and she frowned vehemently at him as she turned the side of her head. First she had attempted to struggle and slip her arms out, yet, it was more painful than necessary or worth it, and so she opted for another option, as she did not like the way she was tied down. His body was pressing against her a bit too much, feeling every outline of it, from top to bottom, and it made her let out a huff of impatience, wanting to get out of it.

And a way for her to now sprouted and blossomed in her head.

She smirked devilishly, her voice coming out mockingly desperate, sarcastic, and more dramatic than it should be as she sniffled, looking like a sad puppy as her antennae bangs dripped down disappointingly, "Oh, dear, looks like I have no way out of this situation...oh, what for little ol' me to ever do? You mean, mean, jerk..." And from the second she finished that sentence, her body charged in a matter of even milliseconds compare to that, as she then gave him the shock of his life when lightning and sizzling electricity showered his body and covered him, a light show of yellow and white, with sparks thrown all over the vicinity as his body quaked with tremors, and as his grasp loosened, she swirled gracefully while he was still surrounded with her element all over, delivering a high kick to his gut for good damn measure, core and true as she drove the heel hard. As she went to regain her balance, she almost tripped on her feet if she didn't come to depend on her quick reflexes, shaking her head as she slouched, her breathing more ragged as her bones ached. Letting out a long, tired breath, she prepped herself for the next blow as she straightened up, not giving a damn if her body was exerting and wasting more energy than it had done already these past hours. Weakness was not a choice for her, and she would make sure to keep that.

OOC: I'll post for Xemnas and Roxas later on today ^^;.

 

Marluxia leaned back in his chair watching Namine draw, a blank and dull emotionless look across his countenance, however despite it though he really did hold an interesting for this young tool. As he had stated before, this girl was a nobody, a being born and bred of darkness, something that was supposed to be lacking in heart, more so in existence. Yet somehow the laws of nature, physics, be what may had allowed this girl to still possess her emotions intact and in full.

He wasn't one to be full head forward into science like some of the others, however when he wished to know something he was sure one to put his all into it. That reasoning being the full standing point of this thoughts and actions that were considered treasonous of the others. Merely shook his head in a pathetic gesture, if these fools were content with just surviving so be it, he however would choose to take it to the next level.

Then again he was all to sure in Xemnas's plan to start with...whole purpose to obtain hearts...however he made so many puns and jokes of the failure of having a heart. Ironic, contradictory, a lie he spat through his teeth everytime he had to bear hearing it from the man. "Purpose..." he uttered softly, watching Namine slowly tilt her head up before lowering it back down quickly, "but what purpose lies in store after said purpose is complete..."

He removed himself from the chair, standing up and stretching somewhat, "remember what I said...the time is drawing closer...soon purpose will be reestablished to this Organization Namine..." he said heading for the door. He opened it, stepping inside of the doorway before stopping and motioning one last thing with his lips, "and I shall be the one to do it..." he said putting his hood up and walking out

 

ooc read some of it but it's midnight so I can't be bothered to read the rest. A tiny summary is needed and sorry for not posting much at all ^^'

-edit- mom caught me so bed time, will post as soon as I can after school tomorrow or morning

 

(OOC: I have been very sick and weak]

Gripping his covers tightly to his chest, Demyx tossed and turned as he flinched his eyes beneth his eyelids. His breathing became more rapid as he turned his head from side to side upon his soft feathery pillow. Moaning and groaning, his mind was producing images of what to come.

]He ran as fast as he could his pursuers on his trail. Coming to a ledge he saw the water below and took the chance to leap landing in its depths as the ocean swallowed him. The spikey red headed fire wielder cursed out his name calling him a coward, weakling, and worst of all traitor. His emerald orbs starred dangerously at the musican who could only gasp for breath as he leaned on a rock to support his body. His energy was leaving him as he held onto the boulder for dear life, his breath causing the rocky surface to crumble. He just needed to rest for Axel and another had been after him for days with no rest in sight as Axel was fueled by anger and would meet his objective to capture the ninth member and bring him back alive. Demyx knew he would have to keep going other wise it would be the end. Gathering up his strength, he pulled his feeble body out of the water and made his way closer to shore letting the ocean wash him closer to the beach. His life less body floated upon the current as it brought him to the other puesuer's boots. Looking up his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he saw the evil smirk spread across the savage nymph's face, her hands on her hips with sheer joy as she starred down at him. Placing one arm forward, Demyx attempted to lift his body up from her feet refusing to be caught like this, but to no avail. His body felt like stone, unmovable lifeless and dead. Giving up his face collided with the wet sand as he lied there motionlessly by her feet on his stomach. Larxene with the burst of spirit did the unthinkable and sent forth a bolt of electricity onto the puddle zapping him to his senses for she wanted him to witness the events to come. Screaming out in sheer terror and pain he tossed on his back his voice being heard through out the place which alerted Axel to his destination. The red head fiend licked his lips maliciously as he struck the water weilder with the point of his chakram into his mid section and began to twist it savagely enjoying the screams of pure agony ringing in his ears which only had him increase the pain by lifting up the chakram and skid it towards his chest. The pain was so unbearable that it caused Demyx to lose conscience as his slender physique was hoisted onto Axel's shoulder, blood dripping from his wounds as he and Larxene returned to The Castle That Never Was. Larxene and Axel had appeared before Xenmas and had tossed his body on the ground as it rolled to Xenmas's feet who looked at him with disgust.

Waiting to see if he would open his eyes his patience grew thin as he wanted to look upon the traitor. Lifting his head up he formed a ball of energy and sent it spiraling below him causing the weak member to awaken in sheer terror and pain. Gasping for air he held up his right arm begging for Xenmas to spare his life. Tears mixed with blood that he received from both Axel and Larxene earlier poured down his cheeks as he wondered how much tormet his body could take. If this was hell then let him fade off into the darkness free of any pain. Coughing and gasping he tried to speak, but nothing above a whisper for his health was very poor and thought he was dying from the very spot. Giving up all hope, his pleading eyes were that of a puppy that had been beaten numerous times. Not being able to hear what his sentence was he fainted back into unconsciousness, his soul, leaving him as light and darkness had taken him else where.


Screaming at the top of his lungs Demyx was jolted awake from his nightmare as he kept touching his chest to make sure it was in one piece. Realizing that it was only a nightmare, he sighed in relief laying back down onto his bed. "Man, that seemed so real." he panted catching his breath. Once he had calmed down his azure orbs scanned his room to make sure no one was present. Getting out of the bed he stretched feeling very sore from his present injury as he noted to himself not to strain any of his muscles. Using the rail to go down the stairs he felt this funny feeling that something was watching him since nobodies have keen senses. He rubbed his eyes thinking he saw an asassin for a second or so as he shook his head to get his bearings. Walking toward the fridge he pulled out a large bottle of water twisted off the cap and began to drink it to replenish his energy within thirty seconds he had drank the whole thing as he set it on the counter. Feeling like a lazy lathergic sloth, he staggered over towards the couch and crashed on his stomach that caused him to gag and spit up some of the one he had consumed. Stretching out his hand before him he tested out his element and was not at all surprised that it too was weakening, for without his sitar his power was dimishing by the day and it would only be a matter of time that it would disapate along with his spirit. He felt he was slowly dying from the wounds that had yet to be healed, from the nightmare he had lived from to his constant worry of being hunted. Yes, if the events stayed the same he would surely fade off within a month or even sooner. Opening one lazy eye he starred at one of the dancers knowing this was not the dancer he had left in charge to guard the place. His senses finally coming to focus he was able to spot the assasin that was looking at him. "Axel sent you. Didn't he?" He pointed as the assassin nodded. "Why isn't Axel here himself?" He rolled off the couch only to land on his defeated dancer. Widening his eyes he edged back from it not believing that the assassin had done its job. "How could you? It didn't do anything to you and just for that, I will now silence you."
Bringing up his hand he summoned a bit of his power and blasted the assassin with it drowning it on the spot. "You take a life, you lose yours." He panted and fell on one knee knowing that little bit of energy had worn him out. Normally his sitar would have come to him, but since it was in an isolated area where he could not reach it, his body was feeling the magitude of pain that was similar to Xenmas's power which was the shield. "Ahh!" he held his hand close to him and cradled it in his other arm. "Should of not done that." he uttered through clenched teeth. Sitting on the couch again he rested not believing how weak he was becoming. "Man, do I need help, but if I go back I will be killed. What am I going to do?" He hugged himself into a tight little ball.

 

Roxas stood there, not clearly believing what he was hearing, his mouth agape, and trying to look at everyone almost pleadingly to see if they could provide a explanation as to why Xemnas had decided to execute Demyx, anything, some clue. The news literally shook the blond boy, and a sharp, aching swirl rippled his chest, scared of someone he knew going away, and not wanting it to happen. His insides clenched in discomfort and nerves, perfectly showing it to everyone as his eyes frantically looked around the room as his hands formed fists. He felt horrible, completely horrible, and he couldn't explain the sickness and fear he was experiencing at the moment. He didn't think any words could describer it perfectly as he had just been notified the fact that one of his companions, and while not the closest they could be, was getting eradicated. For no reason that he could think of. He didn't want the water wielder to be gone. Xemnas couldn't do that. What did Demyx do for it to come to such a order? SO bad that he had to get killed for it? Did he become a traitor? Did he do something wrong? What was it? "Damn it all!"

He blinked in surprise at the exclamation that left his lips, not able to take the throttle of emotions and frustration as his eyes burned, so he shouted it out to exert some of the heavy tension within him, shaking his head, not caring what the hell he said anymore. He couldn't let this happen. Nobody deserved it. To be gone. To be nothing, and get lost in the Darkness. And his blue eyes met Xemnas's own, paying no mind to no one else despite the outburst, and the more he eyed him, the more he felt some outrage, and some form of irritation rotting under his skin along with him being upset. He gritted his teeth at their leader, eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the very Superior. He wasn't going to keep silent. Not unless he heard every reason why Demyx of all things, was going to be hunted down. And so he didn't mind coming off demanding, repeating his troubled thoughts as he motioned out a arm, "Why?! I mean, what in the worlds would Demyx do?"

"Roxas, calm down, or you will not get your answers that way," Xemnas had ordered strictly to the young man, who simply appeared as if he was going to go ahead and fight him, but restrained himself and instead, straightened, closing his mouth and trying to not yell anymore. He did not expect for the blond to be so close with the musician, as it was not, from what he had seen, much of importance. He had noted the slow relationship Roxas and Axel had been building, and while he thought it foolish, and quite a waste of time for something that was not real, he was not going to say anything on the matter. As long as it did not create a bump in his plans, then it was acceptable. Nevertheless, his decision on Demyx was firm. He was too much trouble. And was causing too much drama. Let alone he could not forget the pathetic display he presented himself to be when he took away a weapon. He made things worse all by himself, as well as push his level of patience, and he would have to be considered lucky that he had not been punished or turned into a Dusk last time. Or destroyed. Which would happen now. However, first thing, was to explain to Roxas the reasons, "It is quite the long story. He has been creating too much...predicaments lately, and while I did not care or mind what had happened, the fact that he has run away not once, but twice, is a matter of concern and of questioning his actions. He has packed, and left, and apparently, this would be the last permanent leave he would take. Members are allowed to go in and out, yet, they are to return, and he appears to not want to. We cannot have that. There are other options to deal with things other than going off, just because his Sitar was taken for a while. He is a child, he is acting as a child, and he will be treated as one. I would not reward him for disobedience, and he brought this order upon himself."

"But-!" Roxas began desperately, trying to think of a way to argue otherwise. So far from what he had gotten, is that Demyx had been causing some trouble, and then had left two times, and he didn't know whether to wreck something for Demyx being a idiot, or just completely panic again at the fact that it didn't seem like Xemnas was changing his mind. Everyone knew what not to do. Even if his Sitar was taken, making it more problematic for yourself was not the answer, and the weapon will be returned eventually, as Xemnas had nothing to use it for, and there were also enemies at their helm to deal with. Being smart was just to stay put and see what happens, and get the possession that got taken back. And now he didn't know how to stop this altogether because of the position the water wielder placed himself in. Xemnas was the only one Roxas could not defeat directly, while Xaldin presented quite a tremulous battle himself as a opponent. So if violence wasn't going to do it, then what? There had to be something. "Just give him another chance! Maybe he's just...going through something! Demyx is a not a traitor...have some faith, at least."

Xemnas sighed, not willing to tell Roxas that Demyx was truthfully expendable. He had to this, he was not one for too many chances, and Demyx had not learned the warnings he was given. "I stand by the decision, Roxas. Let's not speak of this any longer."

Roxas visibly shook, not from fright, or cold, but from fury as his body was heating up, blood speeding and rushing to his head, and he was slowly reaching his peek. In the end, before he could think of what he was just about to do, he found himself without his consent threatening in a growl, "You kill him, and you lose me!" It was like that was the worst resignation and words of quitting that was announced, because the room went eerily soundless rather quickly. It was without noise before, but the air had seemed to change, and Xemnas, for the first time, had gazed straight at him intently and hard, his features more pronounced and edgy. Roxas, while not intimidated honestly, pondered if he had gone too far. For some reason, the look he was given had sort of cooled his loud and infuriated rebellion, and he stayed still, not knowing the reply he was going to get now, or what was to occur. If anything was going to happen, he was going to prepare himself. He had yet to halt the feelings, real or not, he didn't care, of Demyx getting eliminated...such anger, and there was still so much he wanted to release and express, yet he knew better. Xemnas just had this presence that was borderline deadly and dangerous when he wanted to bring it forth, and had this magnetic charm of making people listen.

And so he was willing to listen.

He had eyed the XIIIth member deeply, not predicting that this was to go on to this level of defying him. He was not mad, nor concerned, he felt nothing. But, he was aware in terms of tactic and mind that losing him will place a large hole and loss to them, and he could not allow that, not at least, at the state that Kingdom Hearts was in,an dhow it was incomplete. Xemnas attempted to somehow remedy the situation positively, and he teetered, close in dark warning, "Now, Roxas. Do not make a brash decision."

While he shouldn't push his luck, there was something telling him to go along with this unplanned turn of events, as what he said had hit a core accidentally. And he noticed it. He didn't know why, and he did not comprehend it, yet, he was going to use it to his advantage as long as no member here was killed in such a way. And with this now, Roxas felt more at ease, and more confident, as he stood his ground, face determined and unbending as he repeated more clearly and resolutely, "You kill him...you lose me. You take away the two of us. Your choice, Superior." They both stared at each other in dispute for a moment, seconds...a lot of seconds, but he was not fazed, and he will not degrade what he had proclaimed. Yes...he was actually giving Xemnas a ultimatum. And if anything, he will do it and keep true to his word if Demyx met his demise. As their locked gazes were unmoving, he was the one who shifted first as he blinked at the gray haired man, not able to take it as his face appeared suddenly dejected at this whole thing. He bended his head down slightly, looking at the floor, before raising it up again, croaking in a sort of plea, "All I ask is for you to give him one more chance...you know, three strikes and you're out? He has one left...me and Axel will tell him not to do it again...and he'll listen to us, I'm sure..."

Roxas breathed, not losing his focus on the one who ruled over them, needing to make him realize there can be another way. Was it really that difficult not to have someone annihilated? Is this what he had signed up for? It truly did want to make him leave....as he was already having these odd dreams, and he was never certain if the Organization was the right thing for him. Was it...?

 

Xengla finally woke up in the dark void that everyone was ordered to gather at. She slowly picked herself up and stood weakly her right hand grasping her side. Her wound still hurt, more than she would have wanted. Truthfully, she shouldn't engage in any rigorous activities for at least possibly a month. But she was aware that Dustix wanted them all to go on missions of some sort and she wasn't about to just lie down and rest while everyone else ran around helping the organization they were in. Besides, lying around was boring. I hope this isn't already infected.....it's too bad the castle got totaled. I really need a shower right now....as well as some bandages. She looked at Dustix awaiting her orders.

 

Dustix looked at Xengla, as he walked over to her, and bent down besides her. "How're ya doing?" he asked her, now finally having the time to ask, knowing that she went through a lot in having to fight whomever she had been fighting

 

"Fine for now. So what're we doing now?" She asked him. They couldn't just stay in this realm of inbetweeness. They had to migrate somewhere. Though she did make note of his kindness and tone of worry in his voice. She didn't think that he would be like her.

 

Xioimara stood back for a moment or two whilst the two argued, a worried look upon her face, "Make it three." Xioimara said, with her ears back and head down her paws lead her over by Roxas' side. "The alpha wolf of a pack doesn't kill the omega until it steals or harasses a pup. We may not have hearts-and I'm sure if you ever did, Xemnas-that time is long gone." Xioimara said to Xemnas, coldness surrounding her breath, "I'm not going to stand down. Even if he is acting childish-I'm a kid myself-and if he does turn into a traitor I'll get rid of him myself but death isn't the penalty. It never is, when you can't forgive, wars will never end, not now, not ever. Because people like you are the producer of all of this." Xioimara threatened feeling the anger in her blood start to rise up, she ignored any thoughts of not exerting herself-either way, too late. A serious growl starting to rise up from the back of her throat, her body stiff, the hackles on the back of her neck starting to raise up but her tail remained down-she in no way felt the urge to want to take Xemnas' place as Superior but she wasn't afraid to attack. Her eyes seemed to be full of the muddy gold colour of almost every wolf's eye as she was poised for attack-she was ready at any moments notice to spring forward at Xemnas but restrained herself. She felt like backing down-she wanted to back down, she didn't want to side with anyone, she didn't want Demyx to die, she didn't want to side against Xemnas either. She still had free will though and was going to use it. The silence of the world still set in around them even though Xioimara was the only one to keep it from growing any louder than it was by growling.

"Don't do this, Xioimara, neither you, Roxas." Xigbar tried to persuade, "Back down, Xioimara, it isn't worth it. I'm sure we can figure out something without having to tear out each others throat. Don't get too cocky." Xigbar said to Xioimara, his voice slightly firmer with Xioimara, she was just getting overconfident and well, she still was a kid and wouldn't know what was best for her if it bit her in the ass, likewise she would also rebel against anything . He could easily see that she didn't really want to be siding with Roxas nor Xemnas, neither did he. "You're acting like nothing more than just a stray dog," Xigbar said looking at Xioimara, "And a child." He said and looked at Roxas and Xioimara. "Don't do this." Xigbar warned one last time trying to urge Xioimara to back down, she could be stubborn as Hell at times, one thing he wished she hadn't taken with her when she lost her heart.

 

Name: Xaries
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Number: V
Strengths: Xarias is a very odd person. Her strengths are logical thinking, a large range of knowledge of chemistry and weaponry makes her very intelligent. Also, her quick reactions give her the ability to be quick and graceful in battle.
Weakness: Xarias weakness is intimidation and fear. She easily gets intimidated at her opponent if things doesn't go her way, and it affects the way she fights greatly.
Weaponry: Xarias wields a long metallic, blue pole, which she can control.
Personality: Xarias is a calm person, who doesn't talk a lot. Probably because of trust issues. Although she is calm and unspoken on the outside, she doesn't let anyone gets too close to her. Or not yet anyway...
Theme Song(Optional):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEjkPlCcm00
Other: Her somebody is Unkown at the moment.

 

OoC://Interesting.
Accepted.
I'll send you a summary when I get the time, M'kay?

 

OCC: Thanks.

It's intresting how a person can tell how a person acts just by the mere sight of them. You can tell wether they were a immature insufferable, child wanting attention, or a mature, intellectual person. All by the sight of their face, their eyes. Thats how Xareia sees a person. Xareia was sitting on the ground of Castle Oblivion, reading a book of chemical fusion, her brunette hair covering her face. As her eyes brown eyes trailed each and every word, she was also listening for anyone coming near her, to bother her. It seemed like no one was coming, yet. After a while, she closed her the abrasive book in her hand and threw it on the ground, took a black cloak on from the ground, put it on, and swiftly began to walk into the blackened darkness, with pure grace.

As she walked through the courtyard silently, her eyes trailing through the darkness, she stopped, and saw a couple of people near by. She backed away slowly, not wanting to be noticed. It seemed to be a girl, and a guy. She began to walk, but a smiled crept on her face. She turned around and stayed, to watch and see what would happen. She hid her face, trying not to draw attention to herself, or not to get into trouble, for that matter.

 

(OOC: I bet no one expected this. I edited certain parts because my first version would of been devastating consequences for Demyx)

For an hour he huddled himself on the couch, hugging his knees like a scared child afraid of the boogie man. His tears fell upon the the dancer's lifeless body as he couldn't bare to look at it anymore. What a shameful act to commit on one of his own servants. True, nobodies were void of any feelings, but Demyx had always been different from the rest believing deep down he had a heart somewhere in the darkness other wise why would he be experiencing guilt, remorse and resentment? Was his brain trying to fool him once more making him believe something was not there? No, it had to be true otherwise why did he run away for the second time? There had to be some emotional connection to his soul weapon, "soul" being the keyword. Without it he might as well be an empty corpse or what Xemnas referred nobodies as empty shells of their human counterparts.Demyx was the most compassionate of all nobodies, wouldn't hurt anything or anyone for the hell of it only if he was ordered to. He abhored fighting, the thrill of brutally ending another's life just to obtain some selfish purpose. It was pointless and reduntant and a chore if anything. How did the rest of the organization get the thrill of it? He would never be able to comprehend them, not even Roxas whom was a fighter at heart and was a threat since he wielded keyblades, a weakness to the organization, but the nobody of Sora fought only if justice meant the means. Axel was the opposite never passing up a chance to throw his ego around and show his opponent who was boss in his fighting tactics yet he also befriended Roxas and understood the younger member. Those two had a connection, one that Demyx did not fanthom or care about. The melodious nocturne considered himself to be playful, friendly, carefree, easy going and non confrontal, yet deep within the droplet of his inner rage, his other entity remained concealed only to be awoken once more when called upon. This inner darkness the complete opposite of what Demyx protrayed to be was waiting patiently to be summoned forth and show everyone once and for all that they were all fools to judge him by his personaility.

Turning his head to the side as the dancer disappated into thin air as if a spirit had gone to the next life, with his fists clenched he abruptly sat up from the couch only to knock it over with this inner strength that he didn't know he had in his feeble conditon. It was a fact that one has not given up hope or on himself, one could overcome what seemed to be the impossible. Growling under his breath, he grunted tossing some pillows onto the ground making his way to the outside of the pool where he dived head first, the warm water soothing his nerves and torn flesh from his wounds underneath his cloak that swayed peacefully in the water from behind. As he emerged to the surface he saw his reflection in the pool, but this time it was of a nobody devoid of any emotions except for the appearance of the eyes. He blinked a few times wondering if he was hallunicating from all the injuries that had severed his flesh and taken a worst turn to his health, but this was not the case, the one whom was starrring right back at him was him indeed. Getting out of the water, he panted and sighed as he walked into the bathroom, to look at his visage. He was indeed worn out, his hair messed up, his body a tad placid and his eyes were what transfixed him to keep starting at his relection in the mirror.

"I don't know what to do?" he spoke outloud to himself. "I will surely die soon either by wasting away or having someone else hunt me down like in my nightmare," he shivered at the thought wiping his hand across the smooth glass. "No one understands that my sitar means everything to me. Without it I'm nothing," he dragged his hand arcoss his face.

"If you admit to that then you might as well be a sniveling coward who is no better off then a little girl waiting to die," his other side spoke in a serious tone to him. "If you keep running from those b******* who look down upon you like your dirt beneath their boots, then the words they speak about you are true. You can not trust anyone except yourself if you want to surive."

"They just don't understand me. Everyone thinks I'm nothing, but a waste of time and a waste of nobody in that matter. I tried to express myself in words to the girl I like, but she thinks nothing of me, but a nuissance and a child. I send them all letters letting them know of my departure hoping that they would realize that they have gone to far, but that probably didn't do any good either. How do I make them see from my perspective? " he placed both arms out in front of him, before folding them to his chest.

"Screw them. We all have our own agendas even Roxas who isn't as innocent as he seems. Even the wolf girl Xioimara has her own plans. You have to know yours. Do not resent anything you've done for you are far better than the rest. Even Xemnas does not know your true methods and what he doesn't know won't hurt you right?"

"I can't trust anyone deep down inside only on the surface like all of us even though I want to, it just doesn't turn out that way. Oh what am I doing wrong? Am I appearing to desperate? Erase that; for the scene I caused in front of Xemnas was so humilating I couldn't bare to even show my face. Something just snapped in me, like something when I was human and I turned into this emotional wreck. No wonder everyone thinks of me as a weakling. I proved it right there in front of the boss."

"What's done is done, but the question is are you going to allow anyone else to take advantage of you, put you down, make rude comments to your face, and eventally meet your demise at a pitful end?"

"No! I'm not going to be remembered that way. It's time to show my true colors and take off the mask I've been wearing for to long," he touched the mirror, his expression transforming to his darker bitter self; his azure eyes narrowed to slits as he left the bathroom, repacked his things. "Dancers," he summoned them with a hint of venom and sarcasism in his tone. "Take my things back to where they belong in my room, back to the World That Never Was. It's about time I stop running away and learn to face what ever the hell is in my way like a man," he nodded having the dancers disappear with his things. "I will not be hunted like some prey by anyone," he disappeared, his fury of his power increasing from his rage deep within his eyes as the waters parted slightly from the void he conjured back home.

Appearing back in the castle, Demyx was in no mood to let anyone mess with him. The first task he appointed was to have his dancers get rid of the letters he had sent everyone in all the places. Pushing back a sorcerror with his hand, he dispised it knowing they were Xemnas's most faithful servants, but still they were lower than him. Sencing Roxas's, Xioimara's, Vexen's and Xigbar's spirit he knew Xemnas was with them for his auroa was the strongest of all. Making his grand entrance, he slammed open the doors to Vexen's lab and walked slowly downstairs keeping his anger that boiled his blood in check as he approached the surface floor. The first one he saw was the senile kook himself. Smirking, he walked over to Vexen and turned his young eyes to the scientist; his tone sardonic and vengeful slightly. "I see my dancer did it's job and struck you like you deserved. You've had that one coming for a long time and there is more to come," his voice was that above a whisper as he strolled over to Xemnas and was surprised to see Roxas and Xioimara in a bitter mood. "Hmmm... I wonder why they look so determined then again they could be looking at me like that thinking that I'm a traitor," he starred back at them slightly before turning his attention to his true purpose. Changing his tone, he knew that he was on dangerous ground if he said anything that would come off as disrepect. He had to watch his tongue.

"Oh boss, I've returned which proves that I'm not a traitor so you don't have to have anyone hunt me down," he stood in front of Xemnas, one hand on his hip and the other in the air. "You see I've come back on my own accord and I realize that if I don't have my weapon that you took away from me then it's just one advantage that the other organization has over us. Without my help, our organization won't stand much of a chance," he began to pace. "It's true, that I'm not the most vital one here," he eyed Roxas "and that I could be easily be rid of by you, but why would you when you know for a fact that you need all of us to fight this threat? Can you afford to lose me?" He paused and starred at Xemnas's burning orange orbs of doom. "If there is anything I've learned is not to live a different life as a coward. To prove my loyality to you I have returned here for these memories that I experienced were clouding my judgement when you and I were alone and not to mention all the pain and agony I've been in from this day is a double whammy. Add to the fact I got my sitar taken away from me caused me to lose it. While I was away I really had some time to think of what I really am. Now if I'm allowed back here and given the chance to prove my worth to you I will be most honored."Taking his eyes away from his boss he curled his lip at Vexen giving him a look of disdain as he looked at the weird machine before him. "If this is all that you got then we're really in for a rude awakening," he turned and focused his attention on Roxas, and Xioimara ignoring Xigbar completly. "Never let anyone push you around even though things may seem bleak, know what you're doing for it is the right thing in the end no matter how difficult. The only exception to this rule is the boss for I found that out the hard way."

 

Marluxia walked down the hallway with a constant speed, not too fast, and not too slow, not one necessarily for purpose, but rather not just one for the heck of it either. He looked around from under his hood, the castle as dull as could be, and of course Xemnas was to be thanked for trying to relocate everyone to this so called better headquarters. However he wasn't lord of this headquarters, did not have a tool, and could not demand the respect and loyalty of anyone from this point of location.

He sighed as he walked by Larxene's door, not bothering to stop and check if she was in, knowing full well that she was still in her precious battle. As if turning traitor on the Organization, putting them so far known against the other eleven wouldn't prove enough of a fight to satisfy her lust for blood. He knew there would be bloodshed, although in order to have a fairly strong Organization would require more fear to be instilled rather than a massacre.

Even though his thoughts wandered on the possibilities and abilities to make it flawless, he was also curious of Xemnas's plans, as far as he knew they had accomplished the so called goal that was at hand. They had rescued Xioimara, which he still needed to have a moment with, considering she was technically still under his care. But what bothered him so was what Xemnas planned to do next, it was obvious he was rather caught up in all the little things happening, Demyx being a big part.

He passed by room after room, each one finding no one inside to be found, nor a sound to be made, "odd...now where in the world could everyone be off to this time..." he said softly curious of the location of those words. He wasn't even thinking of trying to be sneaky if he thought of doing so, he knew it would prove useless against Xemnas in the long run, from now on he had to headstrong make his moves without fear.

 

Axel out of bordorm was gazing into the cystal ball near one of the rooms of the castle as he found it intriguing watching all the events in the other castle though. "This is quite interesting. Demyx saved me the trouble of going over to Destiny Island to convince his ass to come back to us. Larxene's fight with Xeltic is enticing, and...." He had sensed another presence of another organization member lurking around guessing it to be Marluxia since he knew that Larxene and Xeltic's battle was on the bottom of the basement which was still going. This is taking forever," he sighed on the verge of pacing back and forth, but was distracted as he noticed that an assassin had entered the room waiting for its orders. "Go keep an eye on the flower boy," He told one of his assassins. "I don't trust him. Besides I need to know why he was talking with Dustix in the first place. I could of found out, but then he had to call the boss and get us all in trouble," Axel gripped his fist still not satisfied that he haven't gotten proof about Marluxia's loyalty or whether he was in deed going to betray them or not.


Taking his eyes off the crystal orb after noticing his spy leave him, he portalled into the command center and began typing on the computer with a hidden camra discreetly in place that only he knew its whereabouts. "Now I will have my proof of what goes on around here." He chuckled to himself as he logged out of the computer and then left that area making sure it was secured first.

"Now what am I going to do?" He wondered as he summoned a portal back to where he had observed the crystal ball. He was observing the events of Roxas confronting Xenmas along with Xiomara, but the other person was in deed Demyx which was very curious to the fire wielder since he thought that the Melodious Norturne had indeed left them and it put a bang to his plans on bringing him back in the first place. "There goes my fun game. Oh well, I might as well go intervene to make sure he doesn't get himself killed. Roxas is there as well, but he is not the one who was admitted as a traitor."

Before he was about to go the assassins that were from Destiny Island had returned although Axel already knew that, but he did not know that the water lover had in fact killed one of his nobodies. Narrowing his eyes savagely a darken expression replaced his laid back or intrigued attitude. "Damn, him. Those nobodies are really hard to find. He will pay for that. "Oh did he?" Axel heard everything that the nobody had told him including Demyx's conversation with himself. This was odd to Axel, but being compared like that to the others was not forgivable as of now.

Without another word the Flurry of Dancing Flames summoned a portal towards where Demyx, Xiomara, Roxas, and probably certain other members were there as well. He didn't even notice his best friend Roxas or his reaction as the fire dancer walked towards Demyx not caring if he was having a word with anyone in the lab. The Flurry scoffed at the invention as he gazed dangerously at Vexen after witnessing his secret weapon. "You just had to make this thing cold to the touch. Once again you are a flunking old geezer." He shoved the Chilly Acamedic off balance. As he took his strong savage gaze on the Melodious Noturne his eyes set on revenge. He placed a hand on his shoulder to only let it flare up in flames. "So we have returned from our fate haven't we? Tell me Demyx why the hell would you leave when we are already in a crisis?" Just because you lost your sitar? Pitiful, you would get it back eventually, but no you had to act like a drama king and run away for the second time and because of you one of my nobodies had to be sacrificed. Are you really that lost without your soul weapon? You must be if you are so desperate to get away from us. But you did come back on your own which proves that you know where your loyalty lies." He stepped back crossing his arms sternly.

"Boss with all due respect Demyx is not a traitor he is just in alot of agonizing pain with everything that he has been through today and it has warped his thinking. He has no reason to go against you. Demyx has been through hell and back with the threshold of such anguish that I wouldn't be surprised that he had snapped. Believe me pain can really screw your head up." He began pacing towards Demyx circling him as if he was in fact prey and without warning or any notice he snatched the silver zipper of Demyx's cloak unzipping it removing it from his body, tossing the cloak on the ground that was stained with blood. "You see, I know because my fire can detect others in pain which was all done with a test." He pointed to Demyx's shoulder. "Look at all of the wounds that have yet to be treated or healed. These could lead to serious infections which would explain his erratic behavior for you see that the toxins in his wounds could of traveled up his blood stream through his veins, affecting his over all health and well being. I am surprised that he is able to survive this long which proofs that he is indeed tougher than he lets on." Axel lit his fire spread across his lower part of his body without touching him. "As you can see the fire is attracted to those parts so one can only imagine he needs medical attention there to. So now that this expermentation is over, give him some medical attention without delay before he gets worse Vexen." Axel smuggly replied showing up the old scientist. "Oh, and one more thing I forgot to add the reason why Demyx didn't come to Vexen the first time is because like me he doesn't trust him. Especially with all the remarks he probably says behind other members backs, I wouldn't blame Demyx for going to him."