.::.Build Your Cages.::.

Here you are, Deathsight.

 

Just as Xaldin and Xeltic were about to engage simultaneously, chains wrapped around Xeltic's forearms and legs.He tried holding his ground, but was being dragged there at a slow but steady rate."No you b*stard!Screw you!" he shouted, trying to think of a way to break free.

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But then, the unthinkable happened.Four lances sliced the chains cleanly off of Xeltic and made their way over to Xaldin, who was approaching Xeltic without a threat hinted.He stopped beside him and brought the other two lances in each hand, spinning them about before turning his body slightly and hovering off the ground.He stared at KuaXa for a moment, letting him know that he wasn't messing around anymore.

After a quick scan, he turned his head slightly to his right side where Xeltic was."Don't ask questions..prepare to fight." he told him.But before he could relax, there was no doubt Lexaeus had questions.

He turned forward and spoke carefully."Free her, Lexaeus.I know what I'm doing." he said.He, being the higher-ranking member, had the right to give orders to someone lower than him,even if it was a founder.

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It was then that Xeltic remembered Xaries struggling, and putting up quite the fight against him.Xeltic glanced at the towering hero and watched as his Tomahawk was thrown right at the chains, breaking them all upon contact and freeing Xaries.

Leaving his position wouldn't look too good, so he reached out with the force and took hold of Xaries carefully, pulling her toward him, her feet dragging slightly on the ground.She came into his arms, and Xeltic released her quickly to look at Xaldin.He heard Lexaeus' footsteps come toward them, and even Lexaeus joined the fight, no doubt pondering what Xaldin was thinking by aiding him."Thanks..I guess I owe you-"

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"Don't get comfortable just yet, we've still got a fight on our hands.Once this pest is out of the way, I'll be heading after you.." the Lancer said in a cool manner, snapping his fingers.Samurai and Dragoon nobodies appeared ahead of them for the sole purpose of dealing with KuaXa's odd nobodies.


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Lexaeus himself summoned regular Dusk's to the fray, all appearing beside the Dragoons and Samurai, moving their bodies in a seemingly drunken fashion.But as he heaved his Tomahawk back on his shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder if listening to Xaldin at this point was smart.Helping the enemy wouldn't sit well with Xemnas, nor most others.It wasn't their problem if they had a personal spat going on, but Xaldin interfered and actually stood by his side!?

This brought up questions, but maybe it was just something Xaldin had to do.He and Xeltic were almost alike in fighting skills.Nearly equal speed, power, and ability.He'd never understand.

-

Xeltic nodded at Xaldin, also taking a long glance at the personal army of Nobodies around him.What was going on was almost..unbelievable, in a sense.Why would they help he and Xaries?Speaking of Xaries..

"Xaries..your either with me, or against me.Pick a side sometime soon.." said Xeltic, bending his knees down and glaring at KuaXa with all his hatred.The odds didn't bode well for KuaXa at this point.And this would be his last chance to run before attacks went off..either way, he'd be called a coward for starting what he couldn't finish.

Let it begin.

OOC: Dun dun dun..unimportant twist xD Let it begin! oh and basically the formation is a line with the four..so..Xaries>Xeltic>Xaldin>Lexaeus.

 

OOC: Sorry for the wait, you guys ^^;. I felt lazy. And yeah, the Larxene selection was mostly because the song doesn't say she's only a B to the H xP. Like it, she has other layers [only available in the darn Novels T-T, though]. However, weirdly enough, Livin' La Vida Loca by that Ricky Martin reminds me of her as well. Seriously. Kind of.

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>.>




"What?" Roxas somewhat growled, forming a small glare, though that was just his natural response to when Axel scolded him for supposedly not seeing that Demyx was hurt. Of course he noticed, he wasn't blind. But he also noticed the fact that Axel had also stolen and snuck out a herb treatment for him from Vexen, and in turn, he would think Demyx would use it to heal himself. It wasn't rocket science. If it wasn't for that, he would've said something first along those lines. And the water wielder appeared much more emotionally distraught than physically. Even if they can't really "feel". If he took Xemnas's words, for Demyx to behave that way, he must have reflected a memory of when something of importance got taken away from him. If his Sitar was that much of a precious item, and what was making him like this, than they should concentrate on getting it back, rather than standing there doing nothing. It wasn't like it has disappeared. Or gone forever. It was somewhere locked away. And it could be returned if he met whatever standards Xemnas wanted out of him. The least he could do is get Demyx to stand strong first before doing anything else, and that's what he meant by what he was saying. Crossing his arms as he let Axel head in, he didn't bother to mouth off right now, standing as he went to check on Demyx, and ended up burning the door down when he wasn't responding. He shook his head, sighing. That was unnecessary. Hopefully, Xemnas won't be told of this to fix unless Demyx would want his door back. If anything, for the moment, it was better off if they didn't interact in his opinion. Mostly for Demyx's sake. Who knows what the boss will say to him next to send him on another painful spree.

After a while, he decided to just step into the room, not minding the bit of mess since this wasn't the first time he had been here, walking to where the two were at, until he suddenly heard a blood curling yell fill his ears, which made him jump. Anybody would've been alarmed, especially at the words shouted, and so he began to quickly jog over to where Axel was panicking to see what was wrong, only to feel hands on him that pushed him away from even reaching the doorway. And he blinked, confused, though listening to the fact that he had to go get help or something. No...he was ordered to. Why would Axel think that he needed a order to go seek help for a companion? Frowning, he stayed where he was as Axel finished shoving him, giving the man a look, but, he was much more concerned with what was happening. What was wrong with Demyx? Was he alright? Did he faint? Was he bleeding profusely? Is he having some panic attack? And he didn't know what to do at the same time. Help from who? Vexen? The old man wasn't going to do anything, and by then, it was going to be hard to convince him of all people. Not even he would be able to get through to him. Maybe if Xemnas was there...yet, he also didn't want any company or interruptions, so it appeared he had to risk it. Giving a glance to the bathroom, a bit shaken, he began to go out as fast as he could to get whatever Demyx needed with quickened breathing. Not because Axel said so, but because it was a sort of emergency. Yet, he doubted he will be back in time considering who he had to talk to. What about that herb bottle? It could help if it has not been emptied....

He was already out the hall in a stumble, and the only reason he stopped mid-way was because he then heard Demyx's voice. It was barely loud, weak, yet it wasn't hard to miss from the distance. Widening his eyes as he glanced over where it was coming from, he was left more confused, not exactly knowing what to do now. Should he still go? Was he fine then? He didn't understand what exactly occurred to Demyx, however, he was speaking. And if his ears weren't lying to him, he heard things like he was going to be just fine. He wasn't truthfully certain, so he was going to continue his path and portal, that is, until Axel's tone was relieved as his voice came next. The whole thing went so fast, that he was stuck between the sense of loss and befuddlement. His insides were pumping and anxious about someone's health, worried, and then it was thrown off guard once the one at risk was saying he was okay. Alright...so did he still go get some aid, or...no? What in....letting out a sigh of frustration, Roxas rubbed his face with his hands, until he just decided by himself to go back and see. Screw it. With his face set, and tight, he returned, and in large, fast strides, strolled across the room, and into the place where they both laid. What he saw was nothing like a blood bath as he negatively expected, or things thrown all over the place, though Demyx was hurt. The difference, and this was very notable, was that Melodious Nocturne seemed much happier compared to before, and he could see from the opened herb bottle, that the medicine was now given to him. He let out a tired breath, apparently, Demyx indeed being alive. As much as he could be. Still, he wasn't sure whether to still fight with Vexen to get anything else that might be missing, or if what Axel had gotten was enough to cure, or assist, Demyx in the end. Even though his presence was obviously known, he didn't say anything as he leaned gently in the threshold, watching cautiously, more calm and relaxed now that everything had quieted down, and that Demyx wasn't in critical condition anymore. Any longer. The best he could guess was that he was unconscious previously, but he couldn't confirmed it at the moment. Or how serious it was. He was jumpy, however, and if Axel ended up screaming that someone was in trouble for the second time, he was going to have a nerve attack.



A slight stir and rustle was resonating in the now empty room, as Larxene shifted her weight on the bed as she slept on, only to let out a groan that was more of a yelp when the movement caused a sharp, pang of pain sweep through her entire body, making her slowly come to when it woke her up. Her mind was getting out of its dark haze as she nuzzled her, or what she supposed it was, pillow, digging her face in. But it smelled different...like some...flower...a scent of flower. Yet, as she gripped the sheet with her hands hard to take away her physical aches, her body officially did not want to move. Neither did her eyes. Didn't want to get up either. It was almost like she was dead, numb, motionless, and she lost control of her muscles to the point where her carcass just stayed still. She couldn't even manage to lift a limb up, or twitch anything more than she just now did, and her eyes were stinging from the lack of sleep. As well as showing her that they needed sleep and rest. She was completely and utterly exhausted. Drained. Fatigued. And enough was enough once Marluxia threw those spores. She could have handled being tired if she was active, yet, once her weight met the mattress and she went into deep sleep, that was it. Scientifically, her body basically shut down. And now it didn't want to start up until it gets the proper slumber it desired. Even with her brain barely able to think with her lack function, she mumbled to herself nothing in particular as she took a long breath, then exhaled it. Nevertheless, she felt sick. Not so much with her system, but something made her uncomfortable. And she felt a bit disgusted at the goosebumps. It was unnerving, really. Marluxia had...taken matter into his own hands...but he wasn't the problem. It wasn't him. She shuddered involuntarily, what happened carefully coming back to her, and she tensed at what she did after that...she was angered. Not that she hadn't been, but her fury took another level that took more energy out of her than her attacks. It was....her eyes snapped open at the realization, protected from the light by her pillow, yet burned immensely as her vision was blurry and ablazed. But that wasn't what concerned her as she closed them to ease and stop the prickling and bother of her pupils. The more she remembered, the more her lips curled in distaste at who had managed to touch them, and who snaked his tongue...

A vile clumped in her throat at the thought, making her nauseate at the fact that she had that inside her mouth. It wasn't the kiss...yet more of the fact that she was invaded, and she slightly jerked when a shiver run up her spine, disturbed, as she recalled her cloak being unzipped, and hands crawling on her torso, feeling her, and then reach what was her utmost privacy. It made her frown, and her expression scrunched upsettingly, as if she was about to cry any second as her skin still felt every touch and every movement...as if a mark was left and shadowed, and wouldn't leave. And she felt dirty. Like she was tainted. A stranger...some stranger, opponent or not, just went and...indecently explored her. Ignoring the grave hurt she was to go through because of this, she covered her chest with her arms almost protectively, even with no one there as she attempted to take away the finger prints etched. Her arms were throbbing with the action, and it was there she noted that she didn't have her coat on and was back to her black sports bra only. Alarmed, she reopened her eyes, this time, straight into the light to see where she was, and it took a while for her sight to adjust as the flash made her squint. It seems her eyes were more delicate, because it took longer than she expected for her to see properly, and explore the bedroom she was in. Despite the blaring there, and spots, she could tell that this was Marluxia's...she knew this place like the back of her hand, and she calmed, even just a little. Still, it bothered her...and she had the need to cleanse herself. Anything to take off that feeling. Her determination was so set in taking a shower, bath, brush her teeth the hardest she ever had, that with her body protesting, she found the strength to haul herself out of the bed with the help of her extended arms. She forgot that her mind was blank, and she wasn't certain of what she was doing, or how she was moving, but she did found herself slipping into the floor suddenly, the only thing holding her up from crashing hard into the concrete being the sheets and covers wrapped around her. She was on the ground, and she did make some tormenting contact on the floor, but it was better than the alternative. As she laid in a clump there, her head swayed, her eyes blinking to take the returning sleep away, yet, by its own volition, she ended up lowering her eyelids closed naturally, her head lowering as she automatically started to go asleep again with the weariness. She could tell, in her faintest and weakest of thoughts now, that she was suffering from lethargy. Maybe narcolepsy. The distress, discomfort, and anguish that came along with her stupidly moving didn't help manners either, as her bones felt like they were about to rip out from the up and down throe. If she wasn't that proud, she would have almost cried out...

Either way, she kept snapping her brain up to keep from dozing off, getting harder to keep awake, except that her eyes weren't cooperating to open once more. She had to portal though, to get to her bathroom, and she could admit she could not do that at all with her situation...

God, how she detested being vulnerable.



"Make certain, Zexion, that the castle Illusion has a inside. It does not have to be precisely like ours, but enough to make it look as real as possible," Xemnas also added sternly as he stood next to both of them, watching the progression, knowing that Zexion's illusions can also be converted to solid. It would be like a false second structure. Before he could do the most hardest part, however, he knew he needed to get everyone in here before they would not find a place to dwell in. He summoned his Sorcerers' to report to Marluxia of his return to the main headquarters after he had [he supposed he did], set up Castle Oblivion's shields. He could not do much, because that particular building was not made by him, or constructed in his time as a Nobody, but, he did believe it would be enough. The strongest protection available made up for it. Stepping back from the surroundings of the machine, while that was waiting, he had also sensed the fighting going overhead as well for a long time, and the fun was going to have to be over right now and discontinued. Even if that meant he had to present his very self. His eyes coldly shifting up, he eyed Vexen and Zexion, stating, "If you two do not mind, I will be taking care of the other step of our defenses. And see to this battle going on as well. Distraction is not needed as of the moment. I'll see you both again later on."

With a nod, darkness covered him as he disappeared from the laboratory rather quickly without another word, thinking that they were smart enough to know what to do ithout his supervision. And not much longer, he materialized in the mist of the fight that was going in his grounds, standing right in the middle. His gaze only went side to side and up, studying the people present. It seems, from what he could tell at first sight, the KuaXa that was mentioned in the acquired information was here. It was quite obvious to him. The other...he had remembered Xeltic's aura from the depths of Castle Oblivion as he exerted more darkness, so he supposed this was the opponent Larxene was clashing with. He was slightly revealed back then with the constant notices that he received, with a random member interrupting and rebelliously placing weapons at neck and attacking. He stared at them all with a bored expression, before simply turning to his power houses behind him, saying cryptically, and demanding, "I suppose the 'fun' is over. Return back to your appropiate rooms and end this, there is no more need to deal with these fools."

As if to get his point across, he barely even moved as suddenly, the Nobodies belonging to KuaXa began to dissipate out of existence as he slowly destroyed them all in a simple wipe out, and for a second as he focused, his lips twitched into what appear like a smirk if one where to look closely. He had half a mind to annihilate all the creatures that he possessed, no matter where they were, and permanently make sure they can never come back. He held such power over them in that matter as he wielded the element that made them, that he started to eradicate them all, wherever he could note, making them gone quickly in other parts of the worlds. It was more inner implosion, and the connection they all had made it possible to affect the rest of the creatures. Might be pointless, or perhaps a bit too harsh, but the lower the army, the better. And as he finished, his inner words proving true, he had fully made extinct the universe of all the Angel Nobodies that his enemy possessed, not being afraid nor concerned in doing so. And he made sure that they were not able to come back and exist. It didn't bother him, the young man had two, after all, and he could live with just one species. It seems that most of the tactic he used is to let his pets and minions handle the job for him. He had peered at the Orcas then. He had lessened their number...in whatever worlds they may also be, but he thought them unnecessary to kill completely and make them extinct as well. He did leave some live...just to show in any future endeavors how they will abandon KuaXa once he had them in his control, and followed his orders. Not that they had a choice. Actually...

Thorns sprung from the familiar black and white void, as they cut the air, and wrapped KuaXa in their clutches, immediately and rapidly forcing him down and under without a second's waste, disappearing into the rare portal along with his other trapped comrades in that wretched white room. Xemnas did not know why he did such a thing, after all, he was not planning to capture all the enemy Organization. He did not even need to. To him, they weren't such a threat. Just a annoyance and pest to be rid of, sooner or later. He was even thinking of letting them go free once he wanted what he was looking for and had spoken to them. This KuaXa was barely worth the energy to imprison, yet, something told him that he was useful. Not to him, but to someone else. If there was a leader to this fake group of Nobodies, perhaps this would be the time where he was to come out and finally face him with the constant hold of his members. If not, he was going to get information one way or the other. The time was nearing until he would appear to the three locked up...

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DDx

Axel D:.

 

ooc: you know fire, I WAS going to reply to that >.> thnx though. Sorry for not posting like I said I would. I was too lazy

bic: "Well now, he certainly does sound like an interesting young man. And you seem to have some interesting in him as well. Am I correct?" Dustix asked her, a slight smile appearing on his face. His smile faded though, now picking up the images which were on his mirrors, which usually were observing the members of his orginization, seeing the situation at hand. But his smile returned to his face once again. "It appears that I have buissness to take care of" he said, as with a wave of his hand, one of his mirrors dissapeared.

Only for the mirror to re-appear near Xaries, though not xeltic, now seeing and hearing from his own display mirror of what had just occured. "Sorry to interupt, but I am afraid that due to certain conditions I will have to ask for you to return to the orginizations current location. I'm afraid that this matter takes top priority" he ordered, through the telecomunicational mirror, or some might wish to refer to it as anyways due to its properties. And especially it became vital now, since things had moved into a position where he may finally begin his own affairs.

 

It's all right.

BIC- Xengla was about to deny that claim and stand on it, but before she could she started looking at the mirrors for a bit and seeing what was going on. .....I still don't get it. Oh well. Guess he can handle it. She gave Dustix a nod and walked out of the room. She truly wished she could do something. It was just way too boring for those not in action. While she was walking she suddenly faltered and reached for her side again. I'm not better yet. Oh, how it sucked for those not in action. Well, great. Now what am I supposed to do? He could still send me on a mission. Maybe....a small mission.

 

"So then you have awoken..." Marluxia said softly knowing her movements before she had even made them, "once again you are in this state...something I believe I told you I wanted to never see you in again..." He turned around upon hearing her try to get out of bed only to fall and lay in pain and anger, "you forget...I am not your enemy..." he said softly walking over to her.

He picked her up in his arms with a sigh and walked into his bathroom with her, gently setting her down on his toilet, "do you believe you can handle it from here?" he said calm and collected. Honestly he didn't have a problem with helping her bathe, under strict circumstances however, but then again he figured it would probably be best if he just let her handle it. Afterall she had endured a truly tramatic and degrading experience...something she would not easily forget if at all.

He looked her over, checking to see if anything seemed truly hurt or broken, lucky it had seemed the only worry was her state of exhaustion. He knew she must be somewhat angered with him stopping the fight, however if he needed to he would remind her exactly what was going on and why he did step in. He kneeled quietly beside her awaiting her answer, the day having tired him out without him even having to break a sweat fighting.

 

OCC: I am reaaaally tired, so I'm going to make this quick, then I'm off to bed, sorry.

Xaries looked around. Everyone was looking at her, depending on her. And they wanted her to go with them? Why? She sighed and held her head. This was complicated. She couldn't leave Xeltic like this, against them two. But, she was still in the Nameless, and she had a job to do. But the question still stood. Was she loyal to them? Did she really care for the name of the Nameless? If so, it was time to leave Xeltic to die. But if she wasn't, she would be an enemy of the Nameless, and a wandering nobody for life. Which was worse?

She held her head, thinking. What can she do? Her brown eyes roamed to the two Nameless members, and to Xeltic. This was it. A life or death situation. She made her choice. She released her head and looked straight ahead. "I choose.." she started, then turned around.

And vanished.

 

Dustix saw Xaries reapear, though his face appeared saddend. He already could see what was up judging by how she had voiced it. The minute that she had to even show that she had to make a choice, he could tell that it might have been slightly rough on her. He approached her, and asked "Are you worried about Xeltic?" Even though she had not been one of the members whom which he was closest to, he still had known that the two had shared a sort of relationship. There for, he knew that it would be better to comfort her

 

Rubbing his head, the melodious nocturne nodded feeling a tad woozy as he tried to get up. He had not gotten his full strength back, but one thing for certain was that he was alive. He was no longer on the run, and his nightmare was just what it was. He had made the right choice to come back. It was foolish of him to leave in the first place. Sure most of the members couldn't stand his guts and would love if he had just disappeared out of the world for good, but that would be satisfying their selfish desires. Demyx would not let that occur for he had to so much to live for. He was indeed the most unique of the organization believing himself to be like an angel living with demons in a cursed fate twisted with sadistic intentions and malice that brought forth mass chaos and destruction. He was nothing like them, not once having the thirst of splitting someone's head open or gloating once victory was obtained. He was a gentle soul with cruel thoughts, and ruthless intentions, but only for extreme cases if his life was in danger and it meant competing for his survival.Otherwise, he was funloving, peaceful, outgoing, high spirited, like a playful dolphin leaping through the waves alongside of a boat. Feeble as a kitten his persona followed him in the eyes of the beholders only for them to be deceived by his zest for life and his self entertaing methods of fooling his victims with his deadly attacks of his devastating element, the very force of nature that gives life only to be snatched away by the frigid clutches of death when faced with.

Demyx saw Roxas out of the corner of his eye wondering why he was standing there looking down at him? What did he manage to say to Roxas for him to stay? Perhaps it was Axel who gave the orders? He didn't know and rested his eyes for a second, the icky taste in his mouth having his throat parched as a desert as he had managed to swallow the foul liquid making him want to gag. That was the worst stuff he had ever layed his tongue and lips on. What the hell was in it? Scratch that, he didn't want to know the medincial terms that would go in one ear and out the other. To bad it wasn't orange or cherry flavored or even grape. If Vexen were to make medicines of who knows what, the least he could do was make sure that they didn't make patients gag afterwards. The thought of thinking of Vexen only made him feel ill for it was that old creep that told him to die. Sighing heavily, his nerves were lessening as he envisioned Vexen being tied to a chair with music blaring at him through the sitar hooked up to speakers bursting the scientist's eardrums. The musician pranced and danced about sending each migrane forming wave of sound until the forth member shouted for mercy for his suffering to end. Yeah that would be wonderful if that was actually realitity, but anything was possible in Demyx's warped mind full of immaturity and adolestant behavior. A smile formed on his face mesmorizing of making that happen when the time was right. Vexen needed to be taught a lesson, the cold arrogant b*****d was overdue for his just desserts. For now he would hold off and stick that on the list of his objectives. He had other things to tend with. His physical well being was at the top followed by cleanliness, a warm meal with refreshment and a good night's sleep. He didn't even know what time it was? It was hard to keep track since The World That Never Was remained dark 24/7. He simply had to go by his biological clock.

Feeling like he had a moutain that fell on him, he pushed himself up against the headboard of his bed and knocked the bottle on the ground that Axel gave him. It shattered into tiny bits not fazing him in the least. Peering around the interior of his room, he made a mental note once he was better to clean his room. It was downright embarrasing. Dirty clothes were hanging out of his dirty hamper needing to be washed, magazines half laying on their sides attracking dust and dirt, all of his equipment screaming to be dusted with the several layers of dust building up by the days, his cds in their cases stacked up in different arrangements covered his desk, and his bathroom was no better. Widing his eyes he then noticed a pile of ash of where once his bathroom door was. He could only assume of what happened. "Just great," he thought wondering what he was going to do for privacy. Gripping his sheets, he pulled his comforter off him and rose to his feet. He gave Axel an evil eye and scratched his head feeling how dirty his hair was. He desperatetly needed a bath. Staring at Roxas for answers, he walked past him holding onto the wall so be wouldn't fall again. Yep, just where he left them. Picking up his boots he tossed them out, and anything else that was in his way. Hoping that Axel and Roxas would get the hint, he turned on the water faucets letting the water get hot. Shaking his head as he gazed at his relection in the mirror he cringed at the state he was in and quickly tore himself away from looking anymore. Walking back into his room, he headed to his closet, and removed an article of black clothing from a hangar. Drapping it over his arm, he kneeled to his dresser taking his time as he removed black socks, and underwear placing them on top. Briskly passing by Roxas, he placed what he was going to wear on his toilet, hung his towel closer to the tub, tested the water temperature before turning it off once it was filled to his desire. Without warning, he seized Axel and Roxas by their arms and had them stand in the doorway with their backs turned to him. "You two stay right there and don't move until I'm done. I'm going to have my privacy even if it is at your expense," he turned back around and removed his clothes, stepping into the tub carefully and sitting down in the warm water, scrubbing himself with his squeaky dolphin loofa filled with ocean breeze bodywash lather. Emersing his whole body, he lied back on his blue bath pillow soaking his hair before washing and conditoning it several times.

 

OOC: Two posts today seeing as Twilight needs something to entertain her after a long day :P

oh and Last, you do realize Xemnas sent some Sorcerors for Marluxia, right?

"Cowardly as always..seems Aqua Man isn't as threatening as he seems." Xeltic stood normally and tossed his Naginata in the air, letting it disappear in mid-air with a small flash.He shook his head at the disappointing ending to this fight and looked over at Xaries, who had finally spoken.

Then she disappeared.

That must have meant she was with the Nameless."Don't worry about her..she's not so tough." he told Xaldin, who was busy approaching Xemnas before anything else happened.Lexaeus had already gone as the Superior asked, leaving everything to Xaldin.He had no real reason to question orders anyway.

-

"Xemnas, before I go, there is something you need to know about this one." Xaldin approached the Superior without fear, and ignored Xaries' leaving since he didn't care much for the girl anyway.It was Xeltic he was trying to help, and he only had Lexaeus help her because he'd likely go on a rampage against them all.

Eyes locked on the Superior, Xaldin lowered his head slightly and put his arms behind his head, trying to let him know he was trying to be respectful, even when he didn't exactly want to comply with the order."Xeltic has left the Nameless, and perhaps we should use this to our advantage..he's marked as a traitor, but he's also with us at an opportune moment.Think about this for a moment." he said, giving the Superior time to think on this.

It wasn't that he only helped Xeltic to use him, but he needed the Superior to open his mind to uses of him before just throwing him out or locking him away.He can't request to keep him around just to fight, that was just ridiculous if you were speaking to the Superior.This was truly a brilliant opportunity, and they had to use it.

"He must have information on the enemies skills and abilities, we can prepare for each one.We'd know a great deal about them..don't waste this chance." Tired or not, throwing this away was the most foolish thing Xemnas could do. A source of information was in front of him..all Xemnas had to do was approach carefully and ask.

-

Xeltic didn't think of it that way.With Xemnas' entrance on the scene by wiping out an entire species of Nobodies and sending KuaXa running with his tail between his legs, he forgot about himself.He could be used against the Nameless and tell them all he knew..names..weapons..enough to aid them and give them a good push.

Then again..would it be fair to condemn them like that?The numbers were against the Nameless, and adding to the XIII Organization's knowledge would just seem kind of..bad on his part. But..who wouldn't do it?You obviously left something for a reason..why not betray them and leave it all behind?

"He's got a point.." Xeltic said, folding his arms and staring at Xemnas and awaiting his attack..command..threat, whatever the guy gave him.

-

With Xemnas taking his leave for a short time, Vexen glanced back at the machine which continued to load his program.As it got further along, it hummed louder and louder, grasping the Illusion power that was being fed through the receiver.

Projecting a power such as that was not something done easily, and Vexen had plenty of trouble finding the right parts and circuits to hold that power.Perhaps by the time Xemnas got back it would be completed, but he still wondered what was going on upstairs.

 

Xioimara drifted out slowly, the argument didn't seem to matter, nothing did yet, her mind was still racing from the day's events. How come Xemnas hadn't changed the Organization's name when she joined? How did she really know that everything was really happening? It didn't feel real anymore. Reality wasn't reality anymore, it was just a dream. She was going to fade into the past, what was the point of this all? What? Everything was just a lie...? Time was just on hold for them. Xioimara shut her eyes and the real world dissipated. She awoke in a wonderful place. If only it were to be real. It was just like paradise...A paradise for her. She was stranded in a field, the tall grass weaved back and forth with the wind, and every now and then a butterfly would be seen landing on the grass and flying off. Xioimara jumped around on her paws, everything felt so much better, there was nothing to worry about, her tail wagged side to side and a grin was on her wolfish face.

"I love this." She said as she made her way through the field, a lake of water ahead, it's colours changed the deeper it went, turning into a turquoise as the center of lake came, or was it a pond? Either way it made her feel overjoyed. It felt real and fake. She wasn't sure which, all she knew is that she wanted to stay forever. She didn't want anything to do with the Organization anymore, she wanted this paradise to stay, even if it meant leaving behind her best friend and everyone else, the memory of them-hopefully, it would just fa-

Xioimara woke up with a startle and hit her head on the bottom of her bed-"Ow..." She said, putting her paw on top of her head and took it off, her ears perked up as a familiar scent caught her nose and she leaned back against the wall, "You shouldn't scare children like that...!" Xioimara said in a scared voice with a grin on her face, mostly out of being startled, she didn't like this. She wasn't happy at all being back one bit. It was only a dream. For a moment she thought she had died in her sleep and her soul was stolen to paradise. She couldn't wait for that day.

"At least you woke up. I thought you were dead, well, wherever you were you were happy as Hell." Xigbar said to Xioimara and pulled away standing back as Xioimara came from her hiding place under the bed. "I'm going to hit you the next time you hide under there. It'll be the death of ya'."
"I take it we aren't mad at each other anymore." Xioimara said and sat down with her legs crossed as Xigbar did the same. "So what? I'd die happily."
"Are you trying to make me feel guilty?"

"How could I do that?"
"I dunno."
"Any drama happen while I was in heaven?"
"A few minutes passed."
"Good summary. I'm feeling great! For once I didn't have a nightmare." She said and jumped up, "Let's move!" Xioimara said with a smile.

"Calm down. Everyone will still be here tomorrow. I don't know how you can have so much energy after that ordeal and not eating all day. Back there, I would've thought you were going to beat him to death and then beat him some more."
"Would've if he weren't stronger than me or the superior." Xioimara said to Xigbar and held out a hand to help Xigbar up.
"We didn't have anything to worry about, did we? You're way too stubborn to die, aren't you?" Xigbar said and stood up.

"Did you see Demyx at all or did he just stay in his room? He pissed me off before. Lucky, in a way, Roxas and I risked our asses for him." Xioimara said leaving her room while she spoke with Xigbar. "I can't wait to get rid of those annoying brats we call our enemy."
"We all can't wait."

"Maybe they'll all just disappear tomorrow."
"Doubt it."
"I know..."

 

"What's up?" Dustix asked KuaXa. Obviously he had a lot going on at the moment, so he was trying to deal with things between his own plans, speaking with KuaXa, comforting Xaries, and would now have to get Xiomara back to the room to get the plans out

 

Axel was caught off guard with his eye brow arched in bewilderment that Demyx just literally lay a hand on him and forcing him to stay put to act like a stone state to serve as a door so that Demyx could have privacy. If he had not burned the door down then Axel would of probably whacked Demyx in the head or done something else that would get his point across let him know that he was not going to listen to a younger nobody especially one that was in lower command than him. It was a sign of disrepect and....the pride and reputation issue was slowly returning... No one touches Axel and gets away with it. However, the fire nobody sighed and rolled his eyes knowing that he should of took his approach more carefully than to recklessly ignite the door into ashes without even thinking. He could of just opened the door, not making his better judment and determine that the door was locked, but no his instincts had gotten to him in a more complicated way. He had made a real stupid move, and now he was paying at his expense now. Demyx had an excuse and the flame dancer had to slowly comprehend that since he was weak right now. However, at least the water nobody was standing on his own, seem to be okay and the spikey red head was hoping he had gotten the strongest bottle he could steal. The result however, were its remains were right where he was standing now splattered in every which way. He had to becareful where he placed his feet becasue he could easily slip on the deadly glass and then be even more injured.

Axel crossed his arms stubbornly as if pouting, grumbling to himself as he took his gaze from the glass scattered on the floor, but towards Demyx's messy room. How revolting. His eyes hinted digust as he began to think of how can some a carefree nobody be so damn lazy. Yeah Demyx was laid back to much. Even Axel wasn't that bad, however he had to admit his headquarters in Castle Oblivion was alway remantical clean, why? Maybe becasuse the whole interior was marble, bright and white that he didn't even looked like it was lived in and he felt because of his appearance he had to keep his room almost like a musmeum. He wondered how Marluxia would favor that place rather than there bigger home.

At least in their main castle there was more rooms to explore, and the colors were more neutral. Then again Axel had never fully explored the entire castle from top to bottom. He was more familar with Castle Oblivion since the place had thirteen rooms, hallways, and some basements. Of course there were many heartness that thought that they owned it. The whole structure was boring except the front of it which at least had more than one color. Sure green roof tops that protruded from it, blue door, and yellow windows, not to mention a orange wheel which he had no idea where it even served a purpose. It all seem ominious in a way to strangers and the fire wielder would only dwell in the place if he wanted to get away from the other members inhabitating The World That Never Was, or to have his own little hide out if not Dark City. Not to mention spy on certain events with the crystal ball. There were other places that would grab his fancy, but for now they had to wait since he knew that Xenmas wanted all of his members to stay in this world or the other.


The red head sighed as he eyed Roxas just now standing there like a statue as well probably not to happy with his friend right now. If it weren't for Axel, Roxas wouldn't be in this predictiment. Ironically the red head was glad that he had not run off since Axel had gotten Demyx to take the herbal bottle when he had woken up. Now was his chance to talk with his best friend as he smiled sheepishly at the younger blonde male (for getting him into this mess) while letting his arms rest from his crossed arm postion to laying them over the back of his head to try to stop the cramping from his legs and stiffen back standing for so long. Now if only he could lean on something, but that would require moving out of his painful postion. There was no way he could by the time to relax without angering Demyx for moving out of his cramped door way.

He knew that Demyx loved water and perhaps out of spite he would take his sweet ass long time. If that was the case Axel was surely teach the musican a painful lesson after this was all over. Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out raggedly as his wounds from his fight were letting him know they were still visble. Again he ignored the pains from it now wishing he had not left the bathroom without getting some kind of ointment to put on them so that they could heal. Impatience was wearing thin on him and Axel could feel the tempation of other powers lurking in their mists of the castle. "Demyx, hurry up. You do know if I get summoned then I will have to leave." He replied trying to not sound to impatient.

This was a very humilating situation to be used like this and Axel wouldn't ever forget about for a long time. He felt so vulnerable. He turned his head to look at Roxas hoping he wasn't too mad at him. "So, Roxas how was your mission, I would like to know about it." He replied wanting to break the ice, but was also very interest in it. It would also past the time.

 

OOC Uber Gomen, I thought I could handle two RP's and school plus my social life, but it's kind of too much to handle... so I can't really do both. Sorry guys, I have to drop this one because I'm holding you guys up and I can't fully commit to it. :( So if anyone wants to take my character, it should probably be Twilight Night, since she already knows about her. Unless, of course, she's swamped with characters already... or Reixa can just be canned. Sorry again.

 

As Xengla was walking further away from where Dustix was, she suddenly stopped and thought about what she wanted. She stayed where she was, deliberating on whether to go back and ask or to just stay around. Well....what's the harm? I mean....it'll only be a small mission. Nothing too serious. What's the worse that could happen? Oh wait....shouldn't have said that. Nowadays, you have to be sheltered to not know about Murphy's Law. Xengla went back and opened the door tentatively before walking in slowly to see that a member had returned. Oh. It's that guy. He looks pissed......again. I wonder why? For now she quietly closed the door behind her and waited for her turn.

 

ooc: Hmmm, I'm slightly confused now. If Xaries dissapeared, then does that mean that she went back as she was ordered, or that she just dissapeared somewhere else.

b4 I thought it was the first one, but since akua is saying that, I just have to be certain



and dont worry chula, its all good. hope to rp with u some other time though atleast :P

 

It might be to add suspense. You could just VM/PM her.

 

OCC: Xaries not with the Nameless, Xaries not with Xeltic, she just disappeared for a while, is all.

 

(OOC: Where I live it sounds like a monsoon outside.)
Edit: Sorry Serious. I must of overlooked that. I'll edit right now.)

Raising his head from the warm water all of the shampoo and conditioner had rinsed out, but the water was a dingy color that needed to be emptied. Dropping his dolphin loofa in the bathtub, he rose up, lifted the bath plug and placed the attachable shower head around his back to wash off the remaining residue. Hot steam fogged up the mirrors as he sighed with relief glad that he was clean. His wounds were healing up nicely on account of the soap and water washing out the germs, and the horrible liquid he drank earlier was healing him from within. He had to make sure to get some more in order to get his full strength back even if it meant breaking into Vexen's lab and stealing some. What choice did he have? If he asked Vexen would refuse and shove him out so the other option was to resort to being a thief, but it was for a good cause right? The playful nobody opened his mouth letting the jet streams from the showerhead flood across his tongue before swishing and spitting out the contents. Cupping his hands, he captured the water and splashed it onto his face, the droplets flowing down his body not bothering him in the least. His peaceful moment escaped when his ears picked up on the grumbling of Axel telling him to hurry up. Demyx wanted to savor his bath/shower being the water hog he was he always took long baths for different reasons mainly due to his element, but the flurry of dancing flames did have a point. He couldn't just stand there forever and what if he was called away? There would go the musician's privacy out the window. He was certain that would be the case for Roxas would think standing in the doorway like a statue was a waste of time and would leave on his own accord.

Groaning out loud for not wanting to leave, he relunctly answered his friend as he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. "All right. All right I'm out. I have to get dressed first." Drying himself off quickly fearing Axel and Roxas would leave him in a matter of seconds, he picked up his clothes and sat on his toilet placing his underwear and socks on first followed by his black sleep pants, and then lastly his hooded satin cotton polyester black sheek robe that revealed his upper body if he didn't wrap up. Taking his comb to his hair he brushed it making sure the tangles were out of his longer part of his mullet and applied gel to the top getting it to his usual style. Gathering up his dirty clothes he tossed them in his clothes hamper and walked out feeling refreshed and revived. "Thanks," he said to Axel patting him on the shoulder. "Way to go with burning my door down," he causally replied in a sarcastic tone. Smiling at Roxas, he placed his right hand on his head and gave him a noogie. Yep, there was nothing like a bath to revitalize your mood and body. Sniffing the air, he took out a bottle of air freshner from under his bed and sprayed the room wanting it to smell fresh. Peering outside his window, he placed his hand on his chin wondering what time it was? He never liked clocks since they were the symbols of pressure and restraint. He would rather go by his own schedule free to do what he wanted spontaniously.

Shrugging his shoulders, Demyx cleaned up his room a bit until his stomach interrupted his work. Clutching it with his right hand, his gut was craving food and refreshment. He needed to eat something, but who knows what he would find in the kitchen? Normally there were no meals prepared for them and it was fend for themselves. Demyx was getting bored of the usual methods and he thought it would be nice if all of the organization could sit down at a table like a family and eat together, but then again he was dreaming if that ever happened. Xemnas didn't care for any of them just as long as they did what they were ordered to do. The others would frown upon the idea, but Demyx being the carefree one would at least ask what the others thought about it. Facing Axel and Roxas, the melodious nocturne stretched his arms and placed them behind his head. "I'm going to get some food. I'm starving. I'll be in the kitchen," he left his room walking down the hall and followed by the stairs as he entered the main level of the corridors heading to the kitchen.

Humming a tune in his head and feeling like himself again, he opened up the freezer in search for something to eat. That liquid medicine really did wonders for he didn't feel like death. He had his energy back and soon his stomach would cease its growling. Pushing some things around, he found a personal pan extra cheese supreme pizza. He didn't see a name on it so finder keepers. Taking it out and shutting the door, he read the instuctions and placed the pizza in the oven after the oven was preheated. Licking his chops, he opened up the fridge pulled out a seltzer soda for himself, followed by zesty cheese dip and cheese chips from the cupboard. "Now what should I do for twenty mintues?" he tapped his fingers on the table. "Hmm..." placing a chip with the dip on it in his mouth he came up with an idea. He did not know how long the medicine would last in his body and for one thing he did not want to feel the pain again. Pushing himself from the table from the chair he was sitting on, he headed out of the kitchen to Vexen's lab. Stopply suddendly he saw a purplish wave of energy swirling about. The lab was protected and he would not enter knowing what would happen if he tried. "Damn, I guess I will have to ask him or someone higher then him for another vile. Vexen is so mean though. He told me he would see me die or something along those lines. The boss will have to be the one, but I have to wait till he is done what ever he is doing. Maybe he'll find me," he turned back around and headed back into the kitchen waiting for his pizza to be done. Tapping his fingers once more he became even more bored as he shifted his robe and rubbed his shoulders. "The strange vibration stopped. I wonder who caused it. Maybe there was an explosion in Vexen's lab which would explain the purple void," he said out loud talking to himself to give himself some company.

 

OOC: Aww, chula D:. That saddens me T-T. But, I also can't take your OC character, considering that it would be nothing like the way you would do it. I would probably mess up ^^;. And I barely know anything about Aura as much as you do ^.-.

As for LOTO, yeah, Xemnas did send Sorcerers' out for Marluxia to come back to headquarters, but that is alright for the next post. And oooh, at the bathing her thing xD. Marluxia wants to get lucky, doesn't he? ;P




As Xemnas blankly look at KuaXa's escape, not thinking that he would pull it off or have some of Demyx's power, he had dismissed it as it was not such a grave loss to him. It was only to see if this would bring the Nameless Organization's leader out in some form with the amount he had left. Truthfully, the one who caught his attention was the imprisoned Toxyn, but that was another matter to dwell on later now that a particular suggestion had rifted in the atmosphere. And he was skeptical. Why would Xaldin offer such advice beyond his usual demeanor? He did not know, as he would not trust anyone from enemy territory normally. Still, this was a interesting turn of events, he had to admit. And this Xeltic didn't mind at all the idea of giving away information and turning his back on his fellow comrades. Or, ex-comrades, as he considered himself not to be a part of it any longer and was willing to provide some reports. No doubt that whoever was the leader of him already knew of the betrayal, and Xemnas was not really fond of traitors himself. He had a strict sentence if one was ever to plot against him, while some, like Marluxia, will meet their own demise in the long run. Yes, this was quite something. Naturally, he was not going to accept Xeltic's new outlook and need to join them seriously. Whether or not he was stern and determined about it, he was still a part of the other group at one point, and thus, could not be easily trusted. Or even considered to be trustful. And depending on who was running the other Organization, he would either be hunted down, let go free, or used in some manner, in the view of a leader to another. It can work or not for him. No matter what the outcome, he was not to allow him residence at his castle, for protection, of course. He took a serious glance at Xaldin, first after longer of thought, saying monotonously, as he knew how hardheaded and stubborn the Lancer could be, "It would be better if I handle it from here. Really, do get back into the castle. It is crucial. You are not going to fight any longer because of what I plan to do, period." He then focused on the young man before him, Xeltic, his expression blank and unreadable as he scrutinized the male searchingly. "I would think you know, logically, that the answer would not be a yes? What would make you leave your respective Organization?"




Larxene was already midway asleep despite her futile efforts of keeping her mind awake, her eyes tightly shut as her breathing slowed, not bothering to move or get up from the floor as her body relaxed and began to rest itself without much of her control. By the time Marluxia got there, she could only feel his presence a little due to her hazy and dazed brain, her head feeling heavy and empty at the same time. To her, it was like a zone between dream and reality, and she couldn't tell or care of what was happening around her as she was leisurely heading to unconsciousness. The only thing that jolted her a little was the throbs of pain in her bones that came again because of Marluxia hoisting her up to carry her...she could tell by his strong arms, and she groaned in protest, while still going into slumber as her face suddenly calmed after her frowning. She knew he was saying something and speaking, but with her current state, it was hard to make out, yet she got the overall meaning. Not an enemy...yeah, she was mad at him for...not answering the questions that were bothering her about their ploy. That was it...she remembered. She let out long breath, slightly yawning. It wasn't long before she then was placed, sitting down, on something hard, and now alone there, and with nobody holding her, she automatically leaned forward, making her fall again, though this time, softly as she wasn't that far from height, and it was a sort of smooth sailing as she ended up landing into Marluxia's chest and arms when he had knelt down beside her. She relaxed once more, having her skull in something to sleep on. She was too tired and out of it to give a damn. That sick and disgusting feeling was still at the pit of her stomach, and her throat, the places on her body touched by that pig prickling and making her unnerved to the point where she visibly shuddered, wanting to take the sensation off already. To get that feel of his skin to rip itself from her own, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't even move without getting hurt inwardly, or falling asleep. And she was torn and in turmoil at it.

"Make it go away..."

She didn't know how she had muttered, and it was on the level of a whisper and mumble, but she cried it out anyway. There it was. And she didn't care that Marluxia was witnessing her like this. Because it was Marluxia. She didn't have to worry or be concerned, or put on that proud and fierce front that she usually did. She didn't need to have some standards to live up to. He could see her thrown into a dirty, pathetic mess, and she'll be at peace. He will not think her weak or not worth his time. And it was because he could, or would not, judge her. She could be herself around him...just free. Instead of making fun of her, thinking negative views, taking advantage, look down on her, or being called useless as some would, he would be there, giving her advice or helping her in some manner, because he was the one who understood that everyone had their limits. And that enough, compared to who she had to live with, set him up very high in the rank of actual worthy people no matter what the hell everyone thought of him. Marluxia was kind of her sanctuary in that aspect. And at times, she wondered how everything between them was platonic, the kiss he gave her and the questions about it aside and notwithstanding. Certainly, she was aware that this was the type of person she could at least dream of being with, or have around her. It was odd...when what she was looking for was here, but it just wasn't that "way" in terms of feelings. Ignoring that they could not have any, she meant. He was like a brother. Yet, even with their current squabble, and her lack of sometimes having faith or trust in him, and that was simply because of how many people have stabbed her back, he was what meant to her the most in the entire Organization...

And that title was not hard to earn once you look at who else he would be competing with.




Roxas didn't say anything on the matter when Demyx had forcibly placed them as his makeshift doorway, proving that he was in fact, feeling better, and more jovial. He already predicted what was going to happen once the water wielder had gone back and forth between one room and the other after he got up, their eyes connecting from time to time, but he thought that he was going to sit down on the floor...or what he could see of the floor in Demyx's room, as it was full of all things, and any sign of it was buried under clothes. Or lay on the bed. Both were going to be done away, far away from the bathroom, for Demyx to do his "thing". So, he was befuddled when he had to stay there, considering it was not his fault that his door got burned down. On top of that, his smaller body didn't really work as a good solid block, unlike Axel, who, while skinny, was wider and can cover the whole doorway if he spread his arms or legs just a bit more. Didn't even have to try. But by coming here, hearing someone bathe was NOT in his list of things to accomplish, and so he could do nothing but gape, listening to some splashes and some...scrubbing, making him shiver. This was awkward. Very awkward, and he felt his body tense in discomfort, his blue eyes shifting for anything to distract his mind from having to know what was being done behind him. In fact, he was so disturbed, he was closely panicking again, or something that was a comparison to that, considering he appeared as if he was to have a ulcer if he didn't escape the noises that were coming from the bath tub. He at least knew he wanted to run. Run off. Leave the room. Or maybe he could think of the positive aspect of this, and believe that it could not have been worse. For example, he could be in the toilet.

And he would have definitely had gotten the hell away by then.

Perhaps he was taking it too seriously. He had heard how sports teams have locker rooms and showers for the players to clean themselves. Sometimes, there weren't even stalls to hide their privacy. But, he also thought, their first time for some, could've been uncomfortable. And since he had never experienced such a thing like this, it bothered him. Now he had to deal with...hearing Demyx wash himself. He gave Axel a "this is all your fault" look, and had rebelled by crossing his arms, and leaning on his back in the door frame, only halfway preventing from anyone seeing anything. He didn't think it was a problem, since Axel took over 3/4 of it, so it wasn't a full lost. As he glanced around Demyx's room once more, a light bulb turned on in his head as he eyed the many sheets and covers everywhere, and he had suddenly found a way to get him and Axel out of this predicament. He even spotted a roll of tape in the corner of a wall. Before he could do anything, however, he had heard Axel speak, and then ask him a question, in which he stared at his best-friend-who-he-was-kind-of-mad-at-but-not-really-for-this-long. It was that, and the actual inquiry, that made him forget a little about how he was a bit unhappy with Axel, recalling back on that mission, and how he never got to hit Ravix or throw his carcass into never ending darkness to rot-wait, that was kind of harsh. Still. He was irritated that he did not repay him back for what he did to Xioimara. What he would do to him will be nothing to what he put that girl through. If you mess with his friends, any of them, you automatically mess with him, and that usually ended with people going unconscious and sprawled in the ground if he was furious. He could never kill someone intentionally, but he could sure beat them until they go down at the best of his abilities. The topic of Ravix was so irking that he let out a angry huff, and his tone was clipped as he asnwered, "Well, it was kind of disappointing. As you know, me and Xigbar were in charge of saving Xioimara, and we did really quickly, since Xigbar didn't waste any time taking her back to headquarters first before we started fights, in case she got captured or taken away again. The one watching after her was Ravix. You should have seen Xio, Axel. She was a complete mess and in pain, and...he really placed her through a lot of torture. Of course, because of this, I wanted to fight the guy, but Xigbar interrupted and got him before I did, giving him a punch in the face and knocking him out. That was kind of surprising..." His furious rant began to slow down a little as he was about to get to the other part, though his breathing was haggard. "Anyway, um, Ravix was out, and we stood there...until a fire wielding female member got into it. But, you could tell that she was the most innocent of them. It was almost like she didn't belong there, really. She wanted to protect Ravix, and so, we kind of got into a argument as I tried to reason with her. We reached some kind of understanding, so I dragged him on the floor and opened a portal to headquarters to get him in and get him to apologize Xioi while getting to kick his damn ass after, grr >/, yet, she got in with him, so the location changed into our castle. And he was by then, waking up. She seemed really serious on defending him as a comrade, so she revealed her swords, which then caused me to bring out my weapons. What finally ended things was when Ravix suddenly was wrapped up by some black and white thorns out of the void of the same shades...The Superior, of course. I don't know where he went really, but he is on hold, I guess. And then something weird happen. A mirror, appeared, and a voice spoke out of it. I could tell it was her boss with the tone of respect, so when it got to be too much of giving information away, I kind of destroyed it to end the discussion. Which I should have done before. Overall, I ended up battling her. I didn't get her name. It was quite fun...it reminded me a lot of our spars, Axel, because of the fire, and so we kept on. I kind of underestimated her by mistake, as she did have spunk and more strength and stamina than her appearance would show. I was the stronger one, though. I didn't want to hurt her, so I avoided it by holding back, but I did end up hitting her too hard, I guess. She did get wounded. And then...she...ran away. I chased her, and I felt like I was playing tag to be honest, along with hide and seek. She got away, since I got to her a bit too late. Not that I minded...I didn't want her to be locked up. She was the type that didn't deserve it, in my opinion. So, Xigbar appeared after she escaped, he made a portal to the lab, and that's when we...well...all met."

He let out a breath. That was quite long. It lasted enough for Demyx to be done and finished even, as he could hear him give in from lasting too long due to Axel's complaints. Roxas let out a sigh stretching his arms upward as he let Demyx concentrate in getting dressed, not having forgotten the previous realization of how to fix the whole door being burned down situation. The method he had in mind was cheap, but it was better than nothing. He waited for awhile to say outloud his idea, needing Demyx fully clothed to do so, or else his 15 year old self was going to be scarred forever. When he did come out, he saw him thanking Axel and giving him a pat, and he could tell when he directed his attention on him that he was going to...Roxas was about to duck, but Demyx caught into a headlock anyway, and starting rubbing his fist on top of his skull, making him scrunch his face as he was given a noogie. "Hey!" He found himself laughing despite it all, trying to protect his head as much as possible at the same time, but this was quite normal, and he was used to it. He always got the noogies. When he was finally freed, his face red from the strain, yet a grin etched on his lips in contrast, he stuck his tongue out at Demyx, and headed to fix his hair causally. Until he noted that his hair fixed itself, and got back to its usual spiky style by its own. It also dried in five seconds when wet, and revert exactly the way they were before as if nothing had happened. It was weird, yet he didn't question it that much considering the fact that they were natural and did not need the use of gel. He eyed the Melodious Nocturne calmly as he proceeded to clean his bedroom, noticing that it really was too much of a pigsty, until a loud stomach growl resonated around the surroundings. This led to Demyx being hungry, and saying he'll be in the kitchen, which only made Roxas remember his own hunger, and the lack of good, and delicious food. And how to approach Larxene for those home made meals of hers without selling his soul in the process. When Demyx had portalled out not moments later of his announcement, he raised a eyebrow on the remaining other Nobody here, being left alone, and he gave Axel a shrug, scratching his head. He chose to reveal what he had thought of, as his friend would help to put it up while Demyx was eating something. "I wish he didn't go, I had something to tell him. You know, how to fix the doorway problem." He pointed at it in turn. "I was thinking we could get one of his bedsheets...uh, clean or not, and tape the top half in the top door frames so it'd be like a curtain. It would save a lot of trouble. For example, like, stop making certain people be the replacement door."

He gave Axel another one of those "looks" at that sentence.