.::.Build Your Cages.::.

OOC: So he's cheap because he can own YOU before YOU can get a hit off? Why should he sit around and let you hit him like Axel,hm?

So if your discussing cheapness, what does not flinching have to do with it?...intimidation doesn't equal physical power.Also..yes,Twilight,Axel stfu as soon as Xaldin whipped out that Lance.He knew his place. xDDD

Away from all that is Fire, Water, and complete nonsense, Lexaeus had finally reached Vexen's lab doors.Seeing a door cracked slightly, the Hero opened it quietly and stepped inside, shutting it behind him and looking around.Just up ahead, near Vexen's workdesk, he saw the two near a sort of bubbling cauldron of some sort.Seemed a bit odd for Vexen to use a cauldron, but he wasn't the genius here.

Lexaeus approached.


Giving a nod toward Lexaeus when he arrived, Xaldin looked back toward the Cauldron, which was bubbling slightly as it grew warmer.It seemed more like a potion than anything..but it just made him even more eager to test.Vexen's experiments weren't known to fail as far as he knew."..So, this is your Elixir?" he muttered, looking up toward the Academic with question in his eyes.

And it was noticeable, highly, that Xaldin was feeling much better than he had before.Yelling really got everything out of your system.


Vexen gave a nod toward Xaldin and Lexaeus when he came inside.Finally, peace at last.His work was bubbling and being made as he spoke.He had begun on the side while preparing the machine, and was eager to perfect it.He looked down around the cauldron, seeing research papers scattered around it. "As I've stated before, this Elixir can increase your elemental power for a certain amount of time." he smiled a little, thinking that this was his greatest work yet.

Lexaeus listened as he watched a bit of steam come from the Cauldron.Power was something they'd likely need more of to finish off the Nameless, who were slowly but steadily losing their threat level."...The flaws?" he suddenly piped up, remembering from earlier what Vexen had mentioned.

Vexen's eye twitched slightly, as he didn't like the word 'flaw' when associated with his own work.Yet, he had to be honest before he had anyone try anything of his."Yes,the flaws.You see..the Elixir, so far, works like an energy drink.Suddenly your filled with a good amount of power, but once it's gone, you're left a little out of breath.You must use the time wisely to do what you must.I'm still working on ridding it of the flaw." After that, he began muttering to himself about things neither Xaldin or Lexaeus understood.Science was not their strong points.

A Sorceror had suddenly appeared in the room and stopped near Lexaeus.It relayed the message given by Xemnas, but failed to mention the exact time.Everyone in the lab figured it was possibly now, and they had little to do, so why not go first?

"..Let's head there.Vexen, let your Elixir sit..perhaps it'll be finished when it is over." Xaldin portaled himself out, as did Lexaeus.

Vexen sighed, hoping this meeting would be a useful way to kill time."..Dismissed." he told the Sorceror, and it disappeared without question.Remembering that two losers had stolen from him, he'd be keeping his lab locked at all times unless he was there.Snapping his fingers just as he left, the same purple field of energy rose on the door once more, locking everyone out.

Vexen disappeared, following the rest.

All three members had appeared in their respective seats, and had begun discussing the Nameless to each other whilst waiting for the meeting to begin,whenever it would.

 

((Kitty says that she aint gonna be here till sunday or somethens. all ik for certain is that she wun be around awhile due to some minor annoyances >.>))

 

Xemnas had transported himself to his throne after a cylinder of darkness had rained on the high chair, sitting, and waiting for what was to be the next meeting. He was to be here first as well, as his presence could not be late. He had made sure the Sorcerers' reported to each member of the discussion, and he did not make it clear simply because it was to be right now. He did not think he would have to notify about the time, or else, he would have done what he had always done, and reported that it was in a few minutes for them to know that they were to report later, or so. He just had to wait and see who had the common sense to come. And he did not wish to see any of his members fail in this of not able to figure out that he had meant the meeting to start at this very moment.

 

Axel was walking back towards his room as his eyes drooping a bit as he was growing more tired than usual. He had not had a chance to rest and thought maybe he could deserve some rest. He wondered what time it actually was as he stiffed back a yawn. His stomach had degrated him from losing his appetite as instead of food he had drank a soda to try to solve the hunger. His spicy torita taco was all he had to eat as hunger was not an issue to him as of now. Only sleep....When he went past Demyx's room a sorceror had appeared and told him the news of a meeting. Axel's tired expression changed of perturb and sterness. "What? I assume he means now then." Was he now testing them as well? Especially when they needed to rest? What the hell was Xenmas thinking? That is insane. Sure Axel could be a night owl and had dealt with late missions, but not recently. He was not totally prepared for this. Without rest they could easily lose a battle if one was to come up all of a sudden. What worst timing. Axel knew that whenever the superior held a meeting each member was supposed to report there immediately unless specified otherwise.

Shooing the creature away Axel immediately alerted Marluxia with one of his own nobodies the assassin, just in case he hadn't gotten the message, and then after seeing it disappear. The pyro waved his hand a few times until a black void appeared which swallowed him up and then spit him out on his seat. His eyes darted around seeing Xenmas there and the three of the senior members, with Vexen down below, Xaldin right next to Xenmas and Lexaeus in the other end of the room. With his arms crossed the fire wielder's eyes failed to stay open any longer and without another thing in mind he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the chair's head board hoping to get some shut eye knowing that it was the best time for rest. At least until the others arrive.

 

Zexion managed to finish eating a snack bar and gulped down some water before the Nobody had notified him of the meeting that was to be held immediately. Of course he couldn't be late since of last time's... debate so he opened a portal to his chair as soon as the nobody had appeared before him and before it had the chance to disappear into the nowhere whence it came. Once seated he looked around at the other members who had arrived before him and hoped no one else would be late so they could get straight to the point this time.

 

"Just take things at your own pace. I'm certain that you'll be able to take care of things" Dustix said to Xengla, trusting the mission to her.
He then turned his attention to the new arrival. "ANd just what might it be that I can do to help then?" he asked

 

Xengla simply nodded and made a portal to Arabia. She stepped through but before she was fully in, she heard the panicked shouting of KuaXa. I wonder what happened....oh well. They'll fill me in later. As soon as she felt the pavement below her feet, Xengla could feel the heat of the sun even though she was in shadow at the moment. Being in a black uniform with a black hood over her head didn't really help the situation. Oh my god......why didn't I realize this sooner? Well....I guess it's not too bad. Other people not used to heat could do in this weather. Still, this is pretty bad. Now where is that palace? They might have air conditioning up there....or...maybe not. She walked into the street and didn't have to look to feel the stabbing stares the civilians were giving her. Move along. Nothing to see here. Just a weird girl dressed in clothing that is obviously not suitable for this climate.

 

"Healing is not something that is of my capabilities. I am afraid that the only one who can is currently in the possesion of the orginization. There is anouther though........but she left the orginization quite some time ago....." Dustix said, drifting off

 

The minute Dustix saw the tear, his face went blank. It was as if something in him twisted, though he let the feeling go, not wanting to become angered by it as well, since he himself knew that as impossible it was for a nobody to cry, it was equally as impossible for one to become angry. "It went with the castle I am afraid. The only one who would be able to heal her is Xaries herself" Dustix said to him, crossing his arms

 

The warmth was penertrating through his body that he did not want to be disturbed. What a relaxing moment it was to remain in the safety of ones bed. No one was barking orders at him and his tension was easing. Now all he needed was just six more hours and he would of restored the stamina that he had lost. Opening his eyes slightly, he starred into the darkness of the room. He couldn't tell what time it was and he didn't care. There was nothing that could get him out of his bed except for the rustling of his dancers that were watching guard. Groaning he rubbed his eyes and yawned, both of his arms extending into the air. One of his servants was contorting its body in different directions attempting to tell him something. "What is it?" he asked getting out of bed placing both of his feet on the ground. "Uh huh... Uh huh... Yeah so when is the meeting?" his eyelids were heavy as he yawned again covering his mouth still this time. "Now? The boss is calling a meeting now? Why can't he wait six hours from now?" The ninth member paced back and forth speaking to his dancers in an annoyed tone. "Fine!" He groaned. "I'll go to the stupid meeting and be bored out my mind as usual. Everyone better be there, but I highly doubt it. So why should I go? I have nothing to offer and it would be better for everyone if I didn't show up anyway," he looked the other way and crossed his arms. "The two *******s Vexen and Xaldin will be there and oh great now I'm cussing," he looked out his window at the heart looming in the distance. "If I show up to early I'll have to wait for the other late arrivals and I'll be bored out of my mind once again. I'm not going to let that happen," he dismissed his dancers, walking out of his room. Passing by the rooms he knocked on the bedroom doors of the members he felt the presences of. Sencing Xioimara's and Roxas's spirits, his hand touched the door handle of Xioimara's room. The musician walked into the room and felt Xioimara on her back. "We have a meeting to go to. The boss will have a fit if you're not there," he said to her. Noticing Roxas and not paying much attention to him, he said the same thing before swiftly leaving the room.

He had one more stop to make before heading to Where Nothing Gathers. Realzing that Marluxia and Larxene had not left the graceful assassin's room, he quietly knocked on the door and not wanting to wait for him to answer, he portaled inside. "Marluxia," he eyed the pink haired nobody with ease, "I don't know if you know of this, but the boss is having a meeting right now. Yeah I know what you're thinking why so early? Because he doesn't have a heart and therfore he doesn't care that we get our sleep. The boss is just what's the word insufferable at times?" He walked past him noticing Larxene napping on the bed in sweet slumber. He leaned down and touched her face, dragging his fingers across her lips. "Soon we'll have our chat we were supposed to have," he softly mentioned keeping his voice above a whisper. Pulling his hand away, he took one more glance and stole a kiss, his lips touching hers before he leaned away and stood up. He didn't know if Marluxia saw or not and in his mind he didn't care. He had nothing to lose.

 

OOC: Uh...they are in his room...therefore people shouldn't be just appearing in his room...at least not since he changed that...however I guess I will go along with it.

BIC: In a split second Marluxia had grabbed Demyx by the back of his coat and flung him head forward against the wall of his room, not even sparing a second grabbing him at the neck and squeezing painfully with his blank look. "I don't know how you got in here...however I do remember telling your pathetic existence how much I hate the lack of respect for privacy being shown around here..."

He tightened his grip on his neck even more, "do you really wish to test my power nocturne...or have you reached that such a low state known for only loathing in desperation and despair...that you no longer even value your state of being..." he said beginning to dig his fingers into his neck slowly. "I will let you hear it again...before I am forced to kill you the next time..." he said calmly and collected, "you will respect myself...and Larxene..."

He cast open his door and threw Demyx out letting him smash against the opposing wall, "food for thought...if you really had the emotion of care you would have not done what you did...little do you realize what she has been through..." he said not facing him and stretching his fingers and wrist. "The last thing she wants is anything of that sort...especially from fools who think they have emotions..." He uttered a few words, "since I am unable to give anyone here trust...I have placed my own protection upon my room...if Xemnas has a problem with that...tell him to come see me..." he said slamming his door.

Gritting his teeth he walked across his room, rubbing his temples, "immature little brat...I don't see why Xemnas hasn't finished him off himself..." he said quietly realizing Larxene was still present. "All I know is this so called Organization is testing my patience...and they have just about run out..."

 

OOC: No reply until meetings starts..I just gotta applaud LOTO for that great display of hate ^^..but here was my first response to it:

 

(OOC: Woah... *shakes head* Ok don't get mad. Let it go. Just for the damage to his head apparently, Demyx now has lost, but in the way you guys would least expect. *LOL* Let's just say he's the melodious nocturne for a reason.)

Demyx was not expecting Marluxia's sudden violent move. Had he known the graceful assassin would react in a way so harshly he would of thought otherwise. This was embarrassing and his pride was shot down once more. The eleventh member was degrading and attacking the ninth member something never should of been allowed. How much he hated the man with the sythe. He didn't mean to be rude or go so far, but something was telling him to let him and Larxene know of the meeting. He held these feelings for her fake or not and he wasn't ashamed at the kiss he layed upon her lips and feathery touch he felt on her skin. Closing his eyes, he wished Marluxia would end his suffering at the present time he was being tortured. No matter what he did nothing seemed to turn out right or back fired in his face. That was the final straw, the members of the organization had taken advantage of him and used him as their personal assualt target for the last time. The ones who were beyond cruel deserved to be the most agonizing pain possible would regret ever injuring him. He had no choice, but to revert to this kind of thinking for enough was enough. He could only take so much. Gasping with short bursts, tears trinkled from his eyes as he hoped for great harm to come to the graceful assassin. Marluxia, Xaldin and Vexen deserved a fate worse then death. In an instant his throat was released and another excruicating sensation traveled to his nervous system. His head had collided with the wall, resulting in bruises and cuts over his face dripping with blood. One of his eyes was black, and his body felt he had suffered a severe case of whip lash. Coughing and gasping to breathe, he arched his neck at Marluxia's room cursing him under his breath. With his hand stretched out, he summoned worth a burst of his element striking it against the door in a rage of fury. "You'll pay for this Marluxia," Touching his face, he felt the liquid upon his glove realizing he had suffered another injury.

Portaling back into his room, he ran into his bathroom and cleaned up his wound the best he could. Marluxia had done a number on him and he refused to think of that anymore. Feeling his emotions come to the surface, those haunted cursed things that were tormenting him so and making him a outcast in the organization, he lied on his bed touching his lips. All he could was think of the savage nymph and how much she meant to him. It didn't matter what anyone did or said about him, he could not deny his undying affection for her and how it was growing by the day. If he had a heart it would be beating that of a thousand drums. Normally he would be playing his sitar, the music in his soul coming forth, but since his sitar was taken away he had to resort to another method. As a human he remembered the time era his dad had grown up in which was in the 1960's where the true spirit of rock and roll had emerged. Visions recalled one of the songs his dad and sung to the love of his life, his mother. "Now what was that song again?" he paced back and forth remembering the kiss he had given Larxene. "Kiss? One last kiss! I have that song somewhere." Sorting through his numerous albums of music he had collected and kept secret from the others, he pulled out a cd and placed it in his cd boombox and cranked the volume, loud enough to hear the music and his voice at the same time. Feeling his muse come to him from the darkness, the ninth nobody of the organization began acting human singing and dancing his phantom heart out. Strolling around the room, he moved his hips back and forth matching his shoulders, watching himself in the mirror. Being very expressive he sung out loud to his reflection.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhyABwp6Hvw

Oh one last kiss, oh give me one last kiss
It never felt like this, no it never felt like this
You know I need your love, oh, oh, oh, give me one last kiss

Oh one more time, oh baby one more time
It really is sublime, oh honey so sublime
You know I need your love, oh oh oh give me one last kiss

Bababababababy baby...
Give me one last kiss
Bababababababy baby...
Give me one last kiss

Pointing to the mirror, his moves got faster as he thrusted his curves to the side, wrapping his arms around himself. Pretending he was holding Larxene in his arms he rocked with the imaginary existence, shaking his head back and forth.

Oh one last kiss, oh give me one last kiss
It never felt like this, no it never felt like this
You know I need your love, oh, oh, oh, give me one last kiss

Oh one more time, oh baby one more time
It really is sublime, oh honey so sublime
You know I need your love, oh oh oh give me one last kiss

Dropping to his knees his imagination had run away with him, as he pleaded to the ceiling as if looking up at her. Placing his arms across his chest like a heart, he voice rang louder, tears of joy coming to his eyes.

Bababababababy baby...
Give me one last kiss
Bababababababy baby...
Give me one last kiss

Jumping onto his bed, he stood both feet apart singing to the door now and the wall where is sitar would normally be aganist. He arched his knees and dipped his body being more determined then ever to strut. At the last verse of the song, he picked up his journal from his desk, opened to the page of his entries about Larxene where her photograph was shone. Bringing it closer to his mouth, he pressed his lips against it.

Oh one last kiss, oh give me one last kiss
It never felt like this, no it never felt like this
You know I need your love, oh, oh, oh, give me one last kiss

One last kiss, one last kiss, Oh give me one last kiss
One last kiss, one last kiss, Oh give me one last kiss


His mood had lifted thanks to the wonderous beauty of his voice and the melody in his being. Putting the journal back on his desk he knew he had to get to the meeting. Fearing for his appearance of what the damage appeared to be, he dawned himself with his hood and portaled over to Where Nothing Gathers taking his seat remaning quiet as possible glarring daggers from underneath his hood at everyone in the room. He would get even some how. If they fought against the nameless and if the others were in trouble, he would be sure not come to their aid and make it look like he couldn't or wasn't capable. The ones who dispised him would hopefully meet their own demise by the nameless caused by their own acts of cruelty and he would be there savoring every moment for all the harm they caused him. Slouching in his seat with his arms crossed, he hid his burning tears and waited for the meeting to begin cursing everyone in the room under his breath. How he wished the terroizing menances who caused him grieft and physical harm would never receive their hearts and fade into nothingness. For now all he could was remain still, his mind becoming darker with what would be justified. Those who hurt him would pay in more ways then one and he would see to it without being directly involved. His art of the deception of his other self would surface once more making sure he was never hurt again.

 

OoC://Okay-you guys, I'm gonna be off for a few days-I haven't been feeling well and I just got better today and I gave myself a hernia when I was helping tear up the flooring that we are replacing at my dad's workplace and I also need to get a few injections on my knee, which had been getting worse and worse(my dad being the cheap ass he is won't take me to a real doctor). Anyways, kudos, be back soon hopefully.
As for Xigbar-you guys can fight to the death over who wants to control him whilst I'm gone.
Your Lord and Ruler, HellKitten

 

OOC: We'll just say that your Xigbar is at the meeting. And all unactive members. For me, not much to say really.

Larxene muttered in her sleep, giving a small yawn, somewhat disrupted at the bumps, and yells, and the crashing that was happening close by, but she was too deep into unconsciousness by this point to truly wake up, and simply raised her knees up as she turned to her side, her body less painful, and not giving her much aches as before now that it was getting its rest, so it did not bother her as she let out a sigh, and laid still in her slumber.

Xemnas glanced over at the room, noticing that all of them were present, except two particular ones that were missing. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he decided to give them a few, short minutes wait before acting or saying anything. If they do not come by then, he would go on with the meeting. And will talk to them personally and privately afterward as to why they disobeyed. He was not that patient, however, and just the fact that they were late made him settle his vision on their seats darkly.

OOC: *shrug*

 

Marluxia rubbed his temples, his eyes closed in agitation and annoyance of the people around him, all except for Larxene who continued to sleep in her resting state. He remembered that Xemnas had supposedly called for a meeting, in which case if he wished to live a little longer he best must attend.

He called forth a portal, stepping one foot inside he stopped casting about his hands in which action put a protective seal around his room, not allowing anything to enter but allowing Larxene to leave should she wake up before the meeting ended or was once again adjourned. He stepped through the portal entering into the throne room, taking notice that everyone except himself and Larxene were present.

He shrugged slightly and lifted gently off his feet taking a comfortable sit into his throne, ignoring a majority of the stares and glares all except for Xemnas's with which he greeted with his own calm and blankly dull eyes. "Larxene is unfit to attend the meeting...therefore I shall relay everything said herein to her superior..."

 

"You called?" Xagba asked, appearing infront of Dustix, and bowing.

"Yes, I have. Tell me, you know of the castle refered to as that of Hollow Bastion, correct?" Dustix asked the man infront of him

"Of course. It is located in the area of which I was brought forth" Xagba said to him.

"Go. You are to locate it, and take control of it. After that, you are to report to me for further orders. ok?" Dustix asked him

"Understood sir" Xagba said, as he created a portal, and dissapeared

WIth his dissapearance, Dustix let out a sigh, as he looked up into the empty abyss. "One more after this, and things should be complete" he muttered

ooc: check his bio on the front if u need to. its a charecter that I created some time ago
and sorry for the small posts. I feel very uninspired at the moment so....

 

I think all of us kind of are.

BIC- Xengla was about to head toward the palace when suddenly her side started to throb and she immediately crouched, holding her abdomen in pain. She waited for several long seconds before it subsided allowing her to move again. I almost forgot about it. I'll have to be careful. But it does seem to be healing pretty fast. She decided to head into an alley and check. Her eyes surveyed the area. Everything seemed clear. Xengla then carefully unzipped her uniform and lifted up her undershirt slightly. It was already stained with dry blood. She grunted in pain, because a few parts of the cloth was sticking to the wound, but from what she could tell it had scabbed over. Good. Now as soon as I take control I'm going to ask for a shower. With that settled, she zipped everything up and continued on her way to the palace. I wonder how I'm supposed to do this. Walk up and demand access? Probably not. Attempt to fight off the guards? Not in this condition. Sneak over? Maybe, but it would definitely be hard. Seek an audience? That might be best.

 

OOC:...Dude...WOW..okay I'm dropping out,sorry.Xeltic died now.Other characters can be up for grabs.I'm tired of all this.

 

(OOC: Just trying to keep the thread alive because I know that *TwilightNight* has been busy with stuff. Serious, I am sorry that you feel that you need to quit, it would be a shame to see you go since you are an outstanding rpger player and I like how you play Vexen, Xaldin, Lexaeus very well. No one can replace that since no one really uses those characters in a vivid creative mind like you do. Though I have a feeling that *TwilightNight* will not be happy with your decision)

Axel eyes open slightly when he in fact heard conversation which was coming from Marluxia who had finally decided to show himself, and seated himself though Axel knew the reason. The flame dancer didn't like to sit still for very long as he knew this meeting could most likely be a waste of his time because of the time of early morning. If they were having a meeting this late then it better be worth it because he was going back to sleep after this if permitted. His tired gaze met the other members as most of them had shifted their gaze on the Graceful Assassin as he assumed they were eager to get this meeting started and wanted to get this over with. Axel's look met each of them either sitting there bored out of their mind or perturbed of being woken up so early in some of them had indeed gone to bed and then they finally laid on Demyx who had his face covered. This struck him as an odd behavior as he decided to question it. "Demyx, why are you wearing your hood? What has been with you lately? Your mood has been like an rollercoaster." He commented breaking the silence.