.::.Build Your Cages.::.

Marluxia gently moved her bangs from her face and looked at her softly, letting out a gentle sigh at her state. The nobodies that Xemnas had sent for him, not being sent at a great time, which caused him to close his eyes and tense slightly out of a tad bit of annoyance. Honestly he wanted to just forget everything and be here for Larxene, this was the worst state she had been in and they really needed to discuss their plans for once without a single interruption from anyone or anything.

He dismissed the sorcerers with a pitiful wave, passing on the message to give him a second, that he would also be bringing Larxene back with him. He turned back to her, sighing as he gently again took her in his arms. "Seems Xemnas wants us all at the new headquarters again...we will find out soon enough what he wants..." he said opening a portal and stepping through it with her.

He stepped out of it into his room in the new headquarters, giving a look around before closing his eyes in disgust, nothing here was even closely resembled to his precious castle. He rubbed his temples and brow in contemplation, "lets take care of you first..." he said with a slight nod. He walked into his bathroom once again, however this time he gently laid her in the bathtub.

She had muttered "Make it go away..." to which he related the incident, however what she actually meant in those words puzzled him slightly. Did she mean she wanted to wash and scrub away the feeling as best she could...or did she perhaps mean that she just wanted the scar in her mind to be erased...common logic pointed to a combination of both.

He picked up a sponge, lathering it with bodywash, he figured he would wash her the best he could on her exposed skin such as her shoulders, face, and stomach, but would leave the rest up to her. He softly washed over her forehead and cheeks, hoping to observe at least a tiny bit of relief coming from it.

 

Axel walked out of the door way as he began stretching his hands over his head to get out the kinks of it. In the process he sprawled his legs out as well to stretch them before letting them go back to normal. Yes he was incredibley flexible, and he used it alot when he fought by the agile nobody he was to his advantage. This kind of pressure hurt his chest when he did this, but only letting out a low hiss he ignored the pain triggering him. A bit skeptic as he knew that Roxas had a right to be upset with him when he gave him the look again, but the red head waved it away with his hand as if a teasing motion. He averted his eyes to look at the teen who had seem to giggle from the noggle he had gotten from Demyx, but a frown had appeared on his lips as Demyx had touched his shoulder before leaving to go downstairs to get something to eat. What was he a pet to him? It annoyed him when people touched him as if he were some sort of animal. Knowing Demyx he didn't care what Axel had thought about it. Sure they were friends, but the noturne never thought ahead at times. Or else Axel wouldn't be there saving his ass when he ran away especially. When he left the scene the pyro sighed in relief until he noticed Roxas look.

To Axel he didn't ask Roxas to stay there and be the door, it was upsetting that Demyx would do this to him, As he knew that he might have thought the poor kid might be uncomfortable. The moment was tense but as his younger friend opened up and told him about his involvement with the mission, it intrigued Axel as he listened until his blondish friend mentioned of Xioimara getting hurt, and tortured and then his fists tensed uncomfortably with hints of anger. He couldn't believe how brutal this Ravix guy was especially to a younger member who was in fact female. Then of course he was glad that Roxas was there to interfere. He seem to relax a bit more until the mention of the other fire wielding female struck a nerve which now it was unavoidable to not come clean and mention his humilating experience in his fight with KuaXa and that Xengla was the one who helped him.

Now with Xigbar punching the Ravix guy it seemed that he was very protective over Xioimara. Good ole Xigbar, he was probably the only member of the seniors that Axel actually liked and trusted, probably because he was to a point of being understanding and friendly, but also tough and ruthless.


"That is really interesting and don't worry those involved with harming Xioimara will meet their end. The important thing is that she is safe with us again." His eyes didn't meet Roxas for a moment as he didn't know if he should mention something else that might put the younger youth on edge. Guliting washing down on him had decided he might as well. He only hoped that Roxas wouldn't judge with it though. "I had pulled her away from the line of fire from a guy from the nameless organization called Xeltic who was fighting Larxene and Xioimara tried to interfere. I don't know if he would of took her hostage or not, but I was not going to take any chances of that happening again." He left that conversation alone with that as he decided to not to mention anymore of what happened towards it. "She is safe now. However the one that you mention the other fire wielder's name is Xengla she is the one who helped me reenergize my fire from a fight from a water wielder and of light KuaXa. I agree she seems innocent, and I have respect for her, but she is a member of the Nameless so you still have to be on your guard. This Dustix guy though seems to know something, but so does Toxyn....he said he who I was which is surprising." He relaxed his hands to having them crossed as he began pacing aroud the room to not destroy something because it was such a painful memory towards him.

"You see I had to retrieve Demyx before and some of their members Toxyn, KuaXa, Xengla and Xeltic were lurking around. That KuaXa guy the one I fought relied on his pet dragons to fight by controlling them with a staff of some sort. It was cheap as they strangled me to nearly taking my existance, not to mention the typoon coming at me at the same time. Water.......I could of died or er faded." He sneered at the last word as he began walking away as anger showing on his features as he picked up Demyx's sheet, tape and began putting the curtain into place of where the door was located. He couldn't finish the result end of the conversation, which was just too painful towards him. He wasn't trying to take his anger at Roxas, but himself since he should of knew better to come against someone like that and was very disappointed that his fighting instincts had taken over rather than common sense.

Once he was done with that Axel opened Demyx's cabinet and slammed the door of it as he found the ointment he was going to put on his wounds. He unzipped the cloak a bit not bothering to take if off as he gradually smoothed the white cream on the wounds that ran down his chest to his torso, clenching his teeth in the meantime. Instead of appying Perxiode to which he held in one hand, it was thrown against the mirror luckily it didn't crack. The pain was becoming more intense as he couldn't comprehend why. Was this tense or perturbed of the situation, but slowly the depression began to set on the reason for this? No, he mustn't be weak after all the enemy was most likely in their territory and couldn't let their guard down. Stepping away from the new doorway he pushed the curtain away and sat down on Demyx's bed as if to think of what they could do now. His mind was partly at ease except for the soreness he was feeling. He couldn't let it bother him not matter what fate could be in store. He knew the only one he could endure it was to let his energy explode with its power, but perhaps he needn't worry about it since the cool ointment was doing the trick already. "I sense we do have enemies in our terriotory, so I think Demyx should have his cloak on not his night robe. Stupid, I swear he does this to torure me." He placed his hand before his face as he reached into his closet and pulled out another cloak to give the musician. There were also familar nobodies he sensed, but left them alone for now. "Come on Roxas, don't you want to eat something?," he called for him waiting.

 

(OOC: Prepare yourselves everyone. *LOL* You've been warned.)

"Finally my food is done," he exclaimed jumping up from his seat cringing a bit. "Should of not done that," he gripped his arm knowing he was not fully healed yet. He didn't know that there were intruders on their grounds and it didn't faze him in the least. The only thing on his mind was eating his pizza. Using an oven mitt he took the hot pan out and set it on the stove, his mouth beginning to water at the auroma. Once it cooled, he took a pizza cutter from a drawer and sliced it in four pieces placing it on a plate with a spatula. "Geez it's still hot," he sucked on his fingers waiting for it cool once more before sitting down in his seat in the dinning room imagining that all of the members were present eating dinner with him. His mindset had changed all from a dream when he was unconscience. It was like his parents when he was human returned his happiness to him and were asking for him to be the funloving guy they knew him to be instead of a brooding, pestimistic, individual who had this inner darkness in him, hidden away once more. If they asked for forgivness for his fellow members, he would not grant them that request since he held grudges and had every right to. Most of the members deserved what they got all because of their pride and it was not his fault of the choices they made. It was every nobody for him/herself.

Biting into his pizza carefully, he licked his saucy fingers and drank his drink savoring the taste of it. This was a delicious meal and no one was interrupting him at the moment. He could relax and be himself without pissing anyone off with his gestures or questions. Since no one was around, Demyx made himself more comfortable and placed his feet on the table, as he leaned back in his chair and enjoyed his pizza. Eating the rest of his snack foods, and using a napkin afterwards he finished his meal, belched, shrugging his shoulders since no one was present and cleaned up his dishes as quickly as possible. Now it was time for dessert. *UH OH* (insert goofy laugher). Searching for the cupboards he looked for anything made of chocolate. What was with all of the health food and why did they even have it? It didn't taste like food so it must of been Marluxia's or Vexen's. Who knows what they ate? Using his right hand he shoved things that he was not interested in eating towards the back as his search continued. Eureka! Pulling out fudge brownies, some vanilla frosting and some cookies, he placed them in a big bowl and got some icecream out of the fridge. Scooping what was left of the chocolate chip cookie dough icecream, he tossed the carton away. With all the empty calorie dessets combined, he consumed it in a matter of five miunutes, licking his lips afterwards.

What a satisfying sugar rush he was going to get. Being oblivous to what was going on their grounds and in the other rooms where the other members inhabitated, he smiled like a buffoon, his eyes widening and his energy increasing to full throttle. Having this new found stamina, he raced down the halls and dashed up the stairs until he got to the midlevel. Seeing the rail he slid down it propelling himself with his water as if he was on a surfboard on top of a tidal wave. Finding that fun, he ran up the stairs again, his rapid footsteps echoing down the halls. Feeling mischevious, he began to knock on all of the bedroom doors of the organization members and ran away like the game ding dong door bell ditch. Knowing Marluxia was in his room since he sensed his presence as well as Larxene's, he saved that door for last and knocked on it several times matching a beat of a fast paced song before running away laughing like a child. Yep, it was fun to tease the graceful assassin especially with his pink hair. Laughing like a maniac from the over dose of sugar he didn't watch where he was going and smacked into Axel's chest falling on his back laughing like a deranged hyena. "Ha! Ha! Heh! Heh! Hi Axel. Why are you still in my room?" He looked up at the key of destiny and snickered his sides begining to hurt. "Woah Roxas you're short. You haven't been eating your greens have you? How is the ground down there?" Roxie... Roxie... " he teased him as he rolled on his side and he continued to laugh finding anything humourous at the moment. The sugar had gone to his head that made his brain not function normally.

 

OOC: I'm lazy with descriptions today,bear with me >.>

Xeltic saw that Xaldin was going to say something in response to Xemnas, but he wanted to explain himself.After all, they were talking about him, and he wasn't going to sit there and wait for it all to be over."..Well,I wouldn't call it respective,that isn't the right word.I left because all they really did was order me around..no conversation, nothing but orders..and I couldn't care less about a heart if those people were leading me."

Xeltic approached Xemnas cautiously, refusing to be placed in a Jail Cell for any reason.He had done little against the Organization in whole, and would like not to be hunted by two of them.

As for staying with the ones he used to call enemies, he never said he wanted to stay.Xaldin went ahead and said that request without his consent.But that did bring up the question of why he was trying to help out so much.

"As far as information goes, there isn't much I could tell you.The leader uses mirrors and keeps tabs on the members that way..if you've got any questions,I can try and answer, but for now I can't do much for you.Good idea, keeping me out of the castle by the way." Xeltic gave a nod to Xemnas and turned to leave, knowing it was futile to argue.He'd go it alone from here.

"Thanks for trying Xaldin..we'll have that fight some other time.Later." he raised his hand up as he left the Hall of Melodies, exiting the castle without a true destination.


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Watching him go, Xaldin slowly disappeared into his own portal, daring not go against the Superior further.This wasn't the way he had hoped things would have gone, but he was sure he'd cross paths with that young man again.

Only time would tell.

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70 percent

Vexen sat next to his machine and watched as it processed the power of Illusion through it, preparing to shroud this castle in a veil of invisibility to the naked eye.This machine could withstand an incredible amount of physical and elemental damage..yet he was still afraid of some tampering with it.He'd have Dusk's guarding it at all times.

80 percent

Though maybe he was only worrying too much.He doubted anyone could find the castle after the process was through, and on the off-chance they did, they'd be met with an incredible amount of resistance.

95

And of course, he'd have to account for the possibility of sabotage from two certain idiots in his own organization.How he'd love to see them both fade, and as they did, he'd laugh and curse them to the depths of nothingness.

100

Vexen's eyes moved toward the monitor and he watched as the Machine's humming grew louder and louder as a shroud of darkness formed over it, covering it in a dark,icy veil.With that, Vexen knew that the castle was now disappearing, and a new one was about to replace it.Everything would be the same,nothing different, and you couldn't tell the difference even if you tried.

Now..for Xemnas to come back and see.

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The castle itself had a shroud of darkness cover it, not leaving a single inch of it free from its grasp.With every part covered thanks to the brilliant machine developed by Vexen, it was fading..and in mere moments, it disappeared.

But in merely a two second interval, it re-appeared..the castle was back.Or was it the actual castle at all?

-

Xeltic watched the effects take over and turned around silently, heading into the City of Nothingness with his head held high.It was him against the world now.

 

Roxas had mostly remained silent once Axel had gotten to speak and reply to him, and he was surprised at the many things he had told him. For one thing, he was not aware of Xioimara putting herself danger, whoever this Xeltic was. Second, it was odd how they faced the same fire wielding girl, Xengla, he name was. More so that she had helped save him. And for the record, he had never expected Axel to admit losing to someone. It all left him concerned, and he was not sure what to say to everything. He was going to apologize for Axel's loss, despite the unfairness that he was placed and trapped in, but then he figured that Axel would not take kindly to sympathy or feeling sorry for him. He could see by his tone, expression, and nobody movements that he was not proud of that, especially getting hurt, so Roxas didn't portray any of that in any sense as to not make him feel cornered or looked down upon. Instead, he gave his best friend a resolute, but understanding look, nodding. At the same time, he was getting angry himself, and his eyebrows furrowed together at the fact that both his friends were ins some fatal and crucial danger, and he was nowhere to protect or help them. It made him furious, and he could have lost both of them today. Thankfully, they both made it, but what if they didn't? What then? He wouldn't really know what to do with himself. The castle was empty, cold, and dull as it was, what would occur if he lost his friends? Demyx will still be there, but then, it would never take away the fact that something was missing. He clenched his hands at the prospect, his body getting tense, but he took a deep breath, trying to cool down. They were okay. They were fine. And next time, rather than getting irritated, he'll make sure to act out in any way possible. That's what he had to do. He knew that he would leave KuaXa to Axel, because knowing him, he would want a rematch, and he didn't think the fire wielder will want him to interfere. If it comes down to it, however, when his life was at stake, he didn't care what he said, he was heading in. Period. Despite it all, he didn't want Axel to think any lesser of himself, something he doubted, yet was maybe possible. He also didn't notice the fact that he had wounds on him, which made his stomach clench uncomfortably. He had suspected such a thing when he had hissed, yet, it wasn't confirmed until now as he took off his cloak and applied the ointment on them. It did look kind of bad, but hopefully, this treatment would aid him in healing quicker. If they could get to Vexen's lab, there was perhaps something like that, but with the elderly man always so grumpy and hating everyone minus Xemnas and the first five...it was impossible. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, before running them over his face downward at the events that were revealed to him. It wasn't long until Axel said something once more, asking him if he wanted to eat. And he did, of course. Larxene or not, he couldn't starve, no matter if the food was always the same, and not so tasty, and he stepped closer to the male as he then stood beside him, giving him a small mile, wondering how he felt and how he could comprehend him, "Yeah, I guess..." He paused, thinking over the words in his head cautiously, before then opening his mouth again as he stated softly, "You shouldn't worry, Axel. That KuaXa cheated with having his pet dragons around. I'm sure everyone has had their limits, and had experienced at least one loss. In my opinion, you still have strength...and you'll get him back...how many more of those dragons does he have?"

He gazed up at the redhead in turn, gazing at him intently. But what would be the next exchange between them was halted when suddenly, Demyx was heard yelling and whooping around the halls where their rooms were stationed, loud knockings resonating and echoing as well, and Roxas blinked, eyes widening in confusion at what was going and what was he doing. It didn't take long for the musician to reach them to find that out, and he somewhat got out of the way when he bumped into Axel, and fell on his back into the floor like a manic. And all he could do was...stare at the moronic and hyper laughing Demyx that had came back to them, giving odd and weird glances at Axel, only to face the mullet haired male when he directed something at him. Glaring, Roxas patted his head indignantly, not liking his size being made fun of. He was still fifteen, after all. It wasn't surprising when he grumbled, a bit peeved, "At least I'm not like Zexion, who's older, and still a midget." He eyed Demyx on the ground, rolling around in his body in continuous and strong mirth, and he didn't know what the hell to make of this. Or how to stop it. It was almost like he had reached another level of insanity, and he went to connect eyes with Axel, wanting to see what his reaction to this...ball of sugar, was. Either Demyx was in the highest level of depression, or the highest level of mania.




Larxene protested once again as she was lifted up, her body still in slumber, while her mind was now slightly awake...but she knew it wouldn't be long as she was drowsing more and more into sleep, not able to hold it from happening. Her aches had not lessened, and it was torture for her every time she was moved or shifted. She had appreciated it better when Marluxia had pulled back her bangs...and it reminded her that her hair had been loose and a mess. As she had suppressed the jolts of pain rushing through her again, she was more focused on trying to at least hear what Marluxia was saying for her to understand where they going now. She wanted to open her eyes, yet, they were clamped shut, feeling like glue was spread around her eyelids so that she couldn't even lift them any centimeter. And she didn't bother to attempt it too. She didn't feel like it...and she was just too damn tired. She was lost to be aware of where she was, everything so unreal, with only her other senses to guide her, but she did know that she was settled and placed in something hard, and cold, her whole body laying down, and being supported by a slope enough to sit her upright as she rested her head back. She truly wanted to sleep...but she couldn't with that...with those...touches still present.

So, when she felt someone passing a wet and soapy sponge over her forehead and cheeks, she would have normally blinked, or snapped at them, and ask what did they think they were doing. Even to Marluxia. But the mood to be a bitch was not there any longer, and she just let it be with her current narcolepsy, knowing that at least it was her friend beside her doing so. She mumbled something to continue and to take it away, but she wasn't positive if she did say it or not. She felt her throat let out a sound that was barely clear, so she took it as it was. All she wanted was for that disgusting feeling to go away....she felt more ashamed the more it lasted, and she would do anything at this point. She felt dirty because she didn't act quick enough to stop what Xeltic was doing and let him gain entrance to everything she held privately, and she also felt horrible because she knew that a part of her had....somehow, liked it. And that thought alone made her nauseous again. It wasn't like she "liked" it as in Xeltic doing so, but it had been so long since she had had any real type of affection that way, and she supposed her body reacted to that...familiar, repugnant feeling that it had been caged of. It wasn't much, as she felt more repulsed and sick at the invasion rather than pleasant. And the very reaction to it was incredibly small, and tiny, so much, that people outside of her mind would question why she was making it such a big deal. Maybe she was too hard on herself. But, to her, it was a big deal. No matter how minuscule that was, that "like" still happened at some ant sized level. And Xeltic was still going to die. If anything, he would pay severely for what he had done when she got his hands on him....

She had never wanted to break someone so much apart in suffering.

Nevertheless, all this did was make her feel worse about herself, and she couldn't take that, pondering if whether she was so twisted on her morals. Granted, they weren't very high or much, yet, she had self-respect. Now that revelation broke it away, and she didn't know what she was going to do. She would've have thrown a fit if it wasn't for the fact that she was at her weakness. And what would Marluxia think? He was not judgmental, but, with this, if she ever admitted it to him, what would he say? He wasn't a female for her to talk to in this situation and for her to get some advice on the matter, or have someone tell her not to fret, or that it was normal.




Xemnas did not think the boy will give in that quickly, but it seems he had gotten the point of why it was hard for him to suddenly join another team. He did not know if he was to come back to his respective group, or travel and be on his own, not on either side. A rogue, he would say. He watched his back for a moment, in what seemed to be a thoughtful expression, yet, he knew what was best right now for his members and the Organization. This wasn't the right time for the offer to come into focus considering they were head to head with the Nameless, and nothing was to be done at this moment concerning any of its members. The information might prove useful, if he could obtain some more, and he wondered somewhat about the leader being able to use mirrors. Xaldin had also gone as ordered, and he was the only one left in the Hall of Empty Melodies. He was to go back to the basement to check upon how the machine was holding up now that the disruptions were solved, but a certain tug at what felt to be his soul, or his senses, made him aware that something was off. That something had changed in this building. And he was positive on what that something was. Sending his Sorcerers' to every member to make certain they understood that no one would be able to leave the castle until further notice, in case someone pulled a foolish move, as some would, he hurried to cover himself in black tendrils as he portalled himself out to the the designated destination, stepping and appearing into the room as he witnessed Vexen and Zexion. Quite pleased after such a long time, now that everything was going well, he sauntered forward, not saying a word as he looked over the now set and working machine, with its own protection. And for the rare occurrence, he outwardly and genuinely smirked, his orange eyes glittering icily. "Vexen, you have outdone yourself. Excellent job. As well as you, Zexion, for providing the exact illusion needed. You have not failed me. This will definitely help in what I am about to do next to finish the job. I will say more congratulations, but we cannot waste any time now that this is going as planned." It was rather quick, his visit, along with his words, but he had one last step to complete, and he could not let this slip by in case something occurs. It would make sense once he explained to everyone after all the steps were set. This was mostly for precaution, as no doubt, they would expect retaliation for the destruction of their Nameless castle. "You'll have to excuse me. I will be back soon to wherever one of you may be at the moment. For now, we part."

With a stern nod, he backed away steadily, giving a last glance to the two, before he portalled off for the second time in a different white and black void with thorns scattered, this time, to a more private place, more underground, more darker and unknown to any living soul. It was not his sleeping quarters, but it served its purpose by harnessing his power to the rest of the construction, and thus, it will be needed for what he was about to do. It was only accessible by him, and it was quite small, the decoration and its gray walls the same as the rest of the castle, except it had more linear blue markings that flowed into the lone, large, throne in the center. It was not the Room of Sleep, but he made certain it was for his own preference. Not lasting long after he materialized within, he trotted tepidly towards it, and sat quite regally and smoothly on the seat, placing his arms in the arm rests as he leaned back. The smirk did not leave his face, yet, it was the moment to get this finished and done, and have the castle with its protection. He was to move it to another place, and he was not sure where, either it be a dimension, world, supernatural plane of existence, void, or universe. The Illusion will serve as the right apparition, and one could say they could live in it with its solid realism, but that was not a problem. First, he will place the invisible dome to cover its defenses, making the castle disappear from any available radar. No matter what, it would not be detected anywhere, even by any element, or any source of power. This is where his energy will be wasted on as it was a hard task to complete with making sure the air would not be able to sense the whereabouts or the position of their headquarters, but in the end, it was worth it. He had covered everything. With the invisibility of the castle itself also in the process of adding to this, the battles will not take place in this home. If he would call it a home. As for the other plans and ideas he had in mind, it was something to discuss with the rest of his members to see on their agreement once he set up a meeting.

Letting out a breath, he then closed his eyes once his thoughts were in place, beginning to concentrate his power as he relaxed and calmed his body...the lines of blue markings lighting up and shining as they traveled down to a core circular pod...

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He had reopened his eyelids carefully and slowly after the long minutes had passed as he had focused all his being into this one goal, and he sighed, his eyes glancing from side to side. He would lay here, as the process had left him rather fatigued, if not, just a small percentage, but...

It was completed.

 

Marluxia noticed her shift and squirm somewhat against the lukewarm touch of the sponge and sighed, realizing her priorities must have changed to sleep, plus she needed to be the one to do this, to rid herself of it, atleast he figured that would be her excuse when she recovered from this state. He gently washed over her stomach before draining the sponge of its wash and setting it aside.

"Hopefully that applied some sort of relief to you..." he uttered softly, taking a towel and drying off the areas of her he had washed. Once he had finished that he placed the towel back and once again taking her in his arms headed towards the bedroom, the day starting to show that it had indeed taken its toll on him as well. Reaching his bed he pulled back the covers and sheets, placing her on the soft matress, slowly replacing the blankets and comforter over her.

He walked around to the other side and sat down, looking over at her face which seemed to now finally have a look of somewhat relief at least across her countenance. He sighed falling back on his back with his arms behind his head, his thoughts trailing all over the place however mainly on when they would actually be able to speak of his plan. He had made sure that for now however he would make she Larxene received the rest and regeneration that she needed.

Reaching over he once again removed some of her bangs from her face, softly feeling her forehead noticing that the wash had proven to cool her body down somewhat getting it back to a stable temperature. After doing so his thoughts however crossed over to Xemnas's move once again, that intriguing pull on his mind of why he had been told to activate the defenses of his castle and return to headquarters at once.

 

Axel sighed feeling uneasy about what Roxas was saying. He hated to admit his faults for his pride was always getting in the way. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he tried to show that he was not disturbed, but Roxas hit a sore subject and Axel normally did not lose against others. There was a reason he was one of Xemnas's main and best fighters. Perhaps it had to do with his ruthlessness, and the passion of destroying ones that deserved it. Or maybe it was how he was when he was human always getting into fights being the head of a gang. What ever the reason, Axel could never reject a challenge and would fight till the bitter end. He resented that Xengla from the nameless organization rescued him since he was so use to doing things on his own, but since she was another fire wielder he had some respect for her. The flurry of dancing flames would sure like to test his abilities against hers to see who was stronger and he was sure he would win that battle. "I don't know how many he has, but I'll be ready when we battle again. When we battled, I've seen his tantics and he's nothing without his pets. I will make him pay dearly just like anyone who crosses my path Roxas." His blood was burning with rage within yearning to unleash his powers at his next opponent. He was raring to fight and not stay cooped up in the castle for long. Maybe Xemans would give him another mission in the near future since his one with Marluxia as his partner did not get completed. Axel was not one to give up so easily no matter who it was and it irked him that the graceful assassin had spent his time in the other castle avoiding him at first until recently he wanted to speak to him after he spoke to Xemnas. Marluxia needed to make up his mind and set his plans straight instead if he wanted to speak to him. Axel did not want to waste his time anymore as he was doing presently.

The fire wielder exchanged glances with Roxas a small smirk forming on his face. Lifting his chin slightly his keen senses heard a loud racket coming down the hall, his loud sound vibrated in his ears causing him to cringe. "Oh great..." What has he done this time?" Axel felt like he was playing the baby sitter role for another young member older than Roxas, but with the maturity of a child or an out of control teenager. Rolling his eyes and taking them off at Roxas, his chest felt like he had smacked into a hard wall catching him off guard. Upon catching his breath he narrowed his eyes dangerously at the one who had collided with him and was on his back laughing hysterically. Gripping his fists he attempted to stay calm for he was afraid of showing his anger to Roxas and scarring him out of the room. For his sake and his sake alone, he decided to humor the water wielder as he tried to talk some sense into him.
" I see you're on a sugar high kick that is making you delirious. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the castle can hear you act like such a jack ass. What's with you today? Your moods have been all over the place and you're beginning to worry Roxas and I? You need to calm the hell down," he slightly kicked him on his butt to see what kind of reaction he would get. His patience running thin Axel was not in the mood to watch over the musician and he refused to stay here another second in his room. Lifting Demyx up with one arm so he wouldn't miss, he used his left hand to grip him by his chest and raising his right hand up, he hurled it onto the back of the goof ball's neck and stomach knocking him out cold. "Geez I thought he would never stop. He needs his rest anyway and hopefully he's back to normal tomorrow," he picked him up and tossed him on his bed. Taking Roxas by the hand he dragged him out without a word and closed the door behind. "Man that guy gets on my nerves. How can anyone stand him and why do I put up with him?" he walked down the hall calming down. He waited for Roxas to follow. "Let's get something to eat okay?" he said as if nothing happened.

 

OOC: Woah I wasn't expecting that, but I'm fine with it. Poor Demmy.) D=

Kneeling on one knee, he snickered at Roxas's reply of Zexion. Anything was setting him off and it would only be time when the sugar wore off and he would crash. Taking his hand to his mouth he placed it over trying not to laugh so hard, but he couldn't contain his hysteria. Coughing a few times from his throat being parched he hicupped, his body telling him to cease. His sides were hurting so bad as if they were on fire. His head was hurting and so was his chest from the collision of Axel's thin muscular upperbody making his bearings slightly fuzzy. Swinging his arms out in front of him he felt for something to touch as he tried to regain his balance. Making the mistake of touching Roxas, he nearly pulled the younger member over as he tried to get up. He was acting like such a clown that he managed to see the makeshift sheet supposedly a door hung up. Baring a wide smile he thought it as a pathetic attempt for a door and would have to be replaced for a real one in the near future. Looking up at Axel he staggered falling back down shaking his head, giggling more listening to what Axel was lecturing him about this time. "Yeah I bet they did, but who cares. They can't do anything about it. What are they going to do come here and hurt me? " He blew some air followed by the shaking of his head. "Right..." At this moment he didn't care who or what showed up. He had so much energy he could take on anything. In his state of mind, he was being a show off not knowing what was going on outside in his own world.

He pointed at the fire wielder, his azure orbs sparkling with life "That's for me to know and you to find out," his eyes blinked twice before rubbing them with his left hand and placing it down by his side. He chuckled and gasped at the sudden realization of being touched. "Hey? What was that for?" he swung his arm up at him and tried to smack him. His senses heightend and his powers began to form warning Axel he wasn't kidding around anymore. He had gotten the message the moment he felt a nudge. To make matters worse, his body was rising above the ground on its own, his eyes starring into the one who held him in the air by his chest. Moving his head slightly to the left and then to the right he struggled to get out of Axel's clutched grip that was nearly choking him. What was the youth of fire going to do? Had he crossed the line and unleashed his anger? "Axel what are you doing? I'm not lauging anymore dude. You made your point ok?" Gulping and wondering what was going to happen, his right glove began to heat up as he used his element to raise his body temperature to a boiling point. Unfornutely before he could expell the contents, his stomach felt compressed, his neck ached and his vision blurred until the darkness was the only thing remaining. Though his mind was gone, his senses were still aware and alert of what was happening for he felt his body flying into the air and landing on something plush. Slumber cast over his being, his body resting in a naurcotic state that could awake in a moment's notice. Little did he know, the castle had changed mysteriously allowing no one to enter or leave and that soon the organization would face an unknown danger like any other and it was vital that all the of the members were back in tip top shape ready to battle. Demyx would be forced to fight whether he liked it or not and it would test his true abilities and what he was capable of. Only time would tell.

 

Xengla twitched. She felt strange. As if she was now on someone's hitlist. A target. She looked around her slowly. There was no one in the room but Dustix, KuaXa and herself. She looked behind her. Nothing but the door. Heh heh heh. My mind must be playing tricks on me. Nothing's going to happen here. Still, the feeling didn't go away and she made a mental note to be a little on guard. Why would anyone want to pick a fight with me? I'm perfectly harmless! Absolutely no reason! Hahahaha! For now, Xengla patiently waited for Dustix's attention for a request to go on a mission.

 

"Xengla, just who I had wished to see" Dustix said, as he began to approach Xengla. "I have a job for you at the moment which I require your assistance in completing. Tell me, you know of the castle within the world of Agrahbah, correct?" Dustix asked her, a smile appearing on his face

 

Agrabah......Agrabah.... "Um...yes. I think I do. In the desert, right?" Xengla replied hesitantly. She somewhat remembered hearing of a world that was mostly desert with a grand palace and a sultan.

 

Name: xagba
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance:
Number(Not for Neutral characters): IX
Strengths: Control over energy
Weakness: getting confused and not thinking before acting
Weaponry: a giant staff with two circle shaped blades on the end of it
Personality: serious a lot of the time,very protective of Dustix, ect. Not having much else to add to his personality, he mostly fits the perfect description of a nobody, the exsact opposite of Dustix, as a matter a fact
Theme Song(Optional): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hAWStMTwuk
Other:

((Due to difference in numbers at the moment, and how there are quite a few unactive Nameless members, I've decided to make this account, and later on I'll be adding one more, simply so that way the numbers will be slightly fairer))





Bic: "Correct" Dustix said to her. "You are to elliminate all human exsistance, whether it go from turning them to nobodies, or merely getting rid of them through persuasion or force. DO you think that it will be doable on your part?" Dustix asked her, wanting to make sure that she would be up to the mission

 

Xaries walked down the streets of Twilight Town, her hood on her head. She walked slowly, as for the sun was shinning on her cloak. Things were going downhill for her, she knew it. This was getting bad. These are the reasons why she didn't want to be a nobody. She just needed to be herself, whatever herself was. She gave a slight blow from her lips as she walked up the stairs to the station. Twilight Hill, that were she needed to go, to think.

She rode the train as she looked out the window. Things are getting confusing. It's time for her to pick a side. But who? The Nameless? But, of course, like the Organization, they're going to crumble soon. And she couldn't be apart of something that, in her mind, will fail. But, if she would be alone, well maybe with Xeltic, if she finds him. It was hard to juxtapose between The Nameless, and being by herself. By herself, it was more possible for her to be extinct, she can be extant with The Nameless.

She needed to be herself. Trust herself, more than others. She needed to have time. Maybe..maybe she can find a hear like this. Maybe everything will go fine. Yeah. But, The Nameless, have and advantage of how to get a heart. No, she can do it on her own. Like she wasn't anyway.

She walked to the Twilight Hill, where she saw the whole town at twilight. It was beautiful. She gave a small smile. Everything was going downhill. Her crossroads of her destiny. She looked up, and took her hood up. She would leave something behind here, right now. She closed her eyes. It was time to leave.

Xaries left there, right there, with her Nameless cloak, blowing in the wind.

 

Xengla took a step back with a horrified expression on her face. "Uhhh.....e-eliminate?......all traces? Heh heh heh...:D Is that really necessary?" She asked nervously smiling. Somehow she felt he was relying on the wrong nobody to do such tasks. ...how'd I get in this organization in the first place? Do I really want my heart back?

 

Axel was about to wait for Roxas when he stopped for a second noticing the sorceror nobodies had materialized in a thick smoke and informed him that he and the other nobodies were to stay in the castle. Eyes narrowed he glared daggers at the lower ones definatly growing more intense as he went to his usual crossed arm postion which usually showed either boredom or streaks of anger as he walked away from it as if deciding to rebel or defy the order. It wasn't fair that his freedom was getting taken from him. It was one of the things he could not stand being stranded in a place for way to long unless it was Twilight Town since it was not dark and served a santacy to him besides his own room. This sudden order was giving him more distrust and less faith for the superior and his plans it would be wise to seek out more information, but the problem was with Xenmas concealing himself someplace that was unaccessible for anyone except himself. Nor could his own assassins or lower nobodies could exploit any information that he needed. He didn't have time to even attempt it. So instead he decided to go find another. "Roxas, go on without me. I have to take care of something," He replied as he made a portal with the forefingers of his hand and went into the void.

He appeared in front of Marluxia door as he then sensed someone else in his room and he knew that it was Larxene since every nobody knew of each others scents. Deciding against knocking because he thought perhaps the graceful assassin might ignore the knock he just appeared in the room. "Marluxia? You wanted to speak with me well now is the time." He just stood at his door, waiting for Marluxia.

 

(OOC: Hell Kitten, I've decided to use this song for Demyx. Please add it. It's called Reasons to live by DragonForce.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-bS7mCCWs8&feature=channel_page

Stirring slightly in his sleep, he stretched his fingers curling them as he began to dream. Shadows drifted across the beach as he tuned his sitar sitting on a rock playing softly, his voice drifting to the distance. Waves crashed upon the beach as his leather cloak dragged in the water. Taking his hand through his hair, the spray of the ocean cast droplets onto it reflecting a prisism effect as the sunlight glistened his blondeish brunette locks.Inhaling the crisp sweet air, he took a dive into the depths swimming with the other sea creatures, his arms spreading apart dividing the crystal clean waters. With his eyes wide open, the element absorbed within him. His weapon was in his grip along with the self satisfaction of experiencing the freedom he so rightfully deserved. Riding the waves with only his feet, he made it back to the shore running along the golden wet sands. The melodious nocturne raised his hand up to the sky watching the water absorb quickly from the sun rays. It would soon be time for him to return to castle, the soltiude of imprisonment ruled by the tyrant Xemnas. "To bad I can't just stay here. It's so peaceful and warm and..." He saw the appearance of another as the figure stepped through the portal. "I wonder who that can be?" Demyx sighed placing a hand into the air feeling his mullet and running his hand down by his side. His breath be still at the one he saw before him. She had come to him at last even if it was to bring him back. "Larxene," he mused as she walked past him in haunty fashion. "Why have you come for me?" Smiling he took his hand into her own, viewing her sadistic grin and her movements around him. It was obvious she came on her own wanting to see him. His eyes followed her every agile movement from the softness of her steps barely crushing the sand to her hair swaying in the breeze. He was fixatated on her. "Tell me were you sent by Xemnas to come get me?" he switched postions with his sitar into his other hand before laying it close to his feet. Her eyelashes hinted a dangerous dance wanting for him to come close to her. Making his sitar disappear he caressed her cheek and brought his right hand close to her body, picking her up with ease he ran with her to the ocean tossing her slighty in as he heard her laugh. Yep, this was defintely a dream if Larxene were to be thrown into water and enjoy it. Diving in after her, both of their bodies were tossed beneath the waves, before they both were washed onto the beach. Laying on his back, her shadow hovered over him as it loomed closer his body relaxing at her gentle touch until her light weight layed on him and their lips met passionately. Their elements collided, creating a small blast, their body reigning with pain as she inflicted and he recieved.

"No!" Sitting straight up, his body was literally covered with sweat. Short bursts of air were heard as he tried to realize what had happened. Knowing it was only a dream, he rolled out of bed and walked over to his desk. Feeling around in the dark, he touched a smooth surface that happened to be his journal. With his journal in hand, he took out a pen and began to write about what he dreamt remembering all of the details that had occured. It was so real and it was a wake up call that his mind was telling to react and give him a warning of something. Finishing his entry, he tossed his journal back onto his desk and remembering he didn't have the chance to brush his teeth since Axel had knocked him out, he aimlessly headed towards his bathroom walking right into the sheet. He was starrtled and more awake, his left hand feeling for his light switch. Shedding light into the bathroom, he began to brush his teeth and upon doing so he happened to notice a bottle of peroxide laying on the ground and his mirror dripping with the liquid on the edges of it. "What the...?" Bending down he picked up the bottle and set it on the counter wondering where it had come from? "Axel or Roxas must of used it. They were the only ones in my room?" he shrugged his shoulders and put it away. "I'll ask them tomorrow and hopefully I'll get a door soon," he groaned that the sheet had fallen down from him running into it. Shaking his head, he yawned and stepped over the sheet making his way back to bed. Just when he was about to call it a night, he heard a voice down the hall keeping him awake. "What the hell is going on? Can't I ever get some sleep?" he complained walking over to his bedroom door. Thinking if he should go out of his room or not, he decided to portal out before taking a blanket with him into the living quarters as he made himself a bed on a couch using some extra pillows as his own pillow. "Maybe I can actually get some sleep for once," he grumbled making himself comfortable while he starred into the darkness. He figured since the noice was close to his room that he would get some peace downstairs. Looking out the window in a dazed fashion, his eyes starred at the heart shaped moon making him yawn and snuggle closer in his blanket with his stuffed blue dolphin at his chest. "If I don't get any sleep tonight everyone is going to hear about it," he softly mentioned cuddling with his possession of plush.

 

Xengla started to get nervous. Maybe he didn't think she would be cut out for a job like this after hearing her outburst. Then what? She'd be bored as hell. What was worse? taking innocent lives for your own selfish reasons, or being bored out of your mind. Maybe....I'll take this mission as a test run......What could possibly happen? Oh wait....I did it again. Something bad is bound to happen.

 

It was quiet.Too quiet for Vexen, but you'd think that was something he'd like after all the pointless drama had rose from certain people.But there he was, standing in his lab, staring at his creation as it provided the first step in whatever the Superior planned.He amazed himself sometimes..to think he could develop something such as this.It almost made him think that he could begin his Replica project..possibly create an exact Replica of one in the Nameless. But first he had to find the right candidate with the perfect balance.

A moderate grumble filled the nearly empty basement, and Vexen shifted toward the machine a little.

Now he was hungry, no, starving.

Needing to get nourishment and continue thinking in a proper fashion, the Academic snapped his fingers and watched as a group of Dusk's appeared in front of him."Guard this machine with your life..if anything goes wrong, report to me and me only, none else." he said, watching as they disappeared, only going to reappear if there was an unliked member in the room.

Oh,yes.They knew who he hated.

With the Dusks knowing their orders, and his stomach craving a bit of food, Vexen gave a nod toward Zexion and portaled upstairs, inside the kitchen near the fridge.It had been quite a while since he had been up top and the light nearly blinded him, luckily his hunger drove him to suck it up and get in that fridge.Digging through the assorted jugs and cans of all sorts, Vexen had pulled out..a..muffin?Well, there are stranger things than keeping muffins in the fridge.

And to add the the epicness of a muffin, it was Banana Nut..the greatest flavor ever created in the history of muffins.

As the Banana Nut goodness was pulled out of the fridge, Vexen took notice of Xaldin and Lexaeus sitting together at the kitchen table in silence.Xaldin himself was eating grapes, and Lexaeus had a PB&J sandwich.Not much variety in the castle lately. "Gentlemen.." Vexen said, closing the fridge door and heading over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down beside Lexaeus.

-

Lexaeus hummed a bit, letting Vexen know he acknowledged his presence and didn't mind him there.But it was clear that he was wondering about something else..the Nameless.Taking a bit out of his sandwich, Lexaeus looked toward Xaldin, remembering the battle from earlier.

He wanted to keep silent and not bother the Lancer about it, but he was just too curious about it all.Why would he help?

"Xaldin-"

-
"None of your concern.I thank you for the assistance but I do not need to be questioned at this point in time.Is this made clear?" Xaldin said in a raised voice, his eyes closed and his arms folded as he went over the fight earlier.In truth, he didn't want to yell at Lexaeus, but he didn't want to be questioned either.He had his own reasons, but why should he explain himself

With Vexen's arrival, Xaldin grew a bit more cautious about what he had done.Being branded a 'traitor' is not something he planned on happening at all, and he'd be damned if anyone tried killing him.

-

"....Hm." Lexaeus nodded his head and finished the rest of his sandwich, respecting Xaldin's wishes and not daring to push the matter further.But..Lexaeus would be keeping a closer eye on him, as a traitor was something they didn't need, especially since Xaldin could destroy more than half the Organization in a one-on-one fight...or maybe more.He was one of the strongest, but this did not mean Lexaeus would be pushed around.

-

Vexen looked from Xaldin, to Lexaeus, to Xaldin again as he unwrapped his muffin and took a large bit from it, chewing heartily.Clearly he had missed something while he was down below, and he'd like to be filled in..but,perhaps he'd ask at a different time.

The Organization could be so troublesome at times.

-

Alone.Xeltic was now his own man..but the question now was: What could he do?He was free of any boundaries, and could do what he pleased, yet now he had no purpose.Seeking one out was his next objective.

As he walked along the cold streets of the city, he looked up toward Memories Skyscraper and headed inside, taking shelter from the light rain coming down.There was little for him to do..so, he'd sit, watch, and wait for the opportune moment to act..unless someone came to him, to which he'd likely dismiss them.

Life was now good.

OOC: little for Xeltic since he has, as he said, nothing to do xD.

 

Zexion sighed as Vexen left, watching the dusks. He deiced to take a seat, tired from loss of power and being sleep deprived.


ooc I actually posted Dx

 

Larxene knew Marluxia had to learn that when to pick her up, to be careful, because it always sent her on a painful, tormenting body spree of hurt and aches, and it still throbbed even as he placed her on his comfortable soft bed, and pulled over the covers, her head once more on a good, cool puffy pillow. She tried not to show and express the infliction she was going through as to not give him nay reason to be concerned, but it didn't matter when she was getting used to it, as her eyes were down shut, heavy, and basically unmovable. And she was tracing back to sleep now more than ever, already lulling, and her head getting empty, at least to a more airheaded rank. Nonetheless, she did have to thank Marluxia for the mini bath he had done for her, as it, by the end, to answer what he said he hoped had given her some relief, made her feel more better, breathe more easily, and with his touch along with his scrub, it took away the bad and unappreciated feeling of anything Xeltic had done on her skin and replaced by Marluxia's much more comfortable one. There was just something that bothered her, and that was the fact that she realized, or maybe just admitted to herself, that her body somewhat, in a minuscule amount, liked it. It almost felt like she was hiding something wrong, and before slumber takes her over and brings her to its depth, as it was getting to now that she was in a proper resting place, she needed to say it to let her body finally go unconscious without anything holding her back. When he was feeling her forehead, and caressing her hair away from her face, before she opened her mouth to somehow get a word in, she heard a portal opening, and then Axel's voice, which made her halt her actions as she laid still and silent. Damn. She really didn't want him to see her like this. Though for all he knew, she was just sleeping. It wasn't like she had wounds or cuts, or bruises, it was more inner.

She had liked the privacy, and she pondered, as she let out a long breath and a yawn, going deeper into dozing, what he was doing here.


Roxas plopped on his bed, his room tidy and organized compared to some others, letting out a sigh, now that Axel had run off again even though he said they were about to get something to eat. He didn't get to approach him about the action he pulled on Demyx either, which was quite harsh, and a bit tough on him. It was uncalled for and unnecessary, really. The least he could do was set his butt on fire. Then again, Demyx can just put it away with his water. Still, he would think there was a better option instead of taking such a, as Vexen would put it, "unorthodox" measure. He actually felt sorry for the guy with him getting unconscious. However, he hadn't really gotten how Axel and Demyx's relationship was in the first place after all this time,other than the admiration. One minute, Axel will enjoy his company. The next, he knocks him out, fights him, degrades him, and even questions himself on how he puts up with it. These were the times, as it made him curious, where he saw another side of Axel that he had never been aware of was there. Or something he didn't show in his presence, or when they were alone. It was a darker, more harmful, and he had witnessed it two times by now. He already knew people were keeping things from him, that was obvious, and he wasn't certain whether Axel was doing the same thing, along with his real personality. He didn't know why he had the Keyblade. Who was this Sora. Many questions, and yet no answers. Why was he so special? Why had Xemnas almost avoided killing Demyx because he would lose him? Xioimara was self-explainable, yet...the Superior needed him here. He truthfully could not stay in this castle cooped up for such a long time, he got restless, whatever was going. Since he had nothing to do, he began to wonder where Xioimara was, as she was the only other one who he really knew to some extent and level.

Getting up, he sprung off his mattress, and instead of being lazy and portalling, he simply opened the door to his room, locking it, and closing it behind him as he walked out, just walking across the hall to the door in front of him with a etched XIV. It was good all their rooms where all in one certain section, and he didn't waste any time as he knocked, waiting to see if anyone was there.