Organization XIII in...HALLOWEEN TOWN!!!

OOC: Is not that, is Axel scared her before by pretending to be a zombie xD, like a real one since he was bored.

Axel, instead of being mad or angry at the stupid kid for calling him a *sshole, he simply grinned deviously. So, that was the thing's true personality, he was wondering if he was faking the sweetness, and he had a plan to bring someone back as well? Axel straightened, looking down at Lock. "I'll leave it, irritating little punk. You don't want the help of a *sshole, right? So there."

 

Ohhhhhhh! XD Have to go....may ge ton later.....don't post too many....:D

 

Demyx shrugged. "Well...this place is called Halloween Town, right? And I'm a ghost here...so...I guess I'm just trying to scare you."

Lock, now very frustrated, took off his mask and threw it on the ground. "Listen! We need someone to help us take down Jack frickin' Skellington and get our master back to life!"

 

Axel blinked. Jack Skellington? If anything, he was sure that the skeletal being was suppose to be the good guy in this world, a bit odd, but a good guy nonetheless, so if this kid wants to bring back his master to kill or destroy dear old Jacky...

Axel smiled at Lock. "Take down Jack Skellington, you say? Why didn't you say so before, tiny punk? I would've helped you...but how do you expect to do that? What is he? Dead?"

 

Lock rolled his eyes. "Man, you're stupid. Haven't you heard of being double-dead?"

 

Axel took that in stride, like always, but he truly wanted to combust in fire that annoying little thing, but he kept smiling, not wanting to lose his cool and control. "Do I look like I belong here, idiot? Of course, I never heard of 'double-dead'. What I asked if what's wrong with your matser. Is he dead, or out commission, fainted...? That's all. Why would you need me for, though, I don't know how I can help."

 

Lock grinned wickedly. We have our soul, he thought. Now we just need to get Oogie back together...I think this Axel guy'll be able to help with that too... Lock picked up his mask and put it back on. "You just have to follow me

 

Axel became unsure a little at the look of Lock's face, but reminding himself to be alert to wherever the kid was taking him, he needed to know what was going on, and see what he can do. He had to plan this carefully. "Alright then. Lead the way."

 

Lock bolted out of the town, through the graveyard, and crossed a bridge that led to a large tree house. He turned around and looked for Axel. "Hey A**hole, I mean, Axel, where'd you go?"

 

Axel simple portalled in front of him when Lock was glancing back to see where he went, the black wisps diminishing as he crossed his arms, staring at the kid amusingly as he iddn't notice. "Right here, dumba**. For someone as tiny as you are, you sure have a big mouth that needs to be clamped shut permanently."

 

Lock stared at Axel, his jaw dropped. "How'd you do that?!" he cried.

 

Axel smirked, glad that he had managed to surprise the little brat. How he hated children, or at leats, didn't want them soon. "Magic, punk. Now, get going, where is it that you're taking me? Better yet, what is it that I have to do?"

 

Lock cocked his head. "Right through here..." he said, walking into the treehouse. Only witches can do magic here...there's something weird going on with this Axel guy..." He turned around. "And as for what you have to do, you're gonna have to wait to learn that."

 

*sigh*....figures.......god I hate this place.......so.....who might you be?

 

"I'm Demyx, sitar player extraordinaire," Demyx said, holding his head up proudly. He started to float. "GAHH!!" He fell to the floor, wincing. "And who are you?"

 

......I'm Angel.....helpless little girl who's stuck here for.....

She looks at her watch.

23 hours and.........30 minutes......

 

Axel warily came into the tree house, immediately looking around to see anything...abnormal, and he pondered what he was getting into. Hearing Lock's words, he turned to him, sharply. "Actually, I like to know more than letting it happen, and the only reason why you won't tell me, is because it's something I won't like, or won't ever do. Right?" He then narrowed his eyes. "So fess up."

 

Demyx stood up. "How'd you get here? You don't look dead...well, then again, I'm not dead, either."

"You're gonna have to go to my co-worker for that...assuming she's around. B*tch she is, she's probably not..." Lock scowled as he threw his mask onto a nearby catapult. "Stupid Shock...it'll be HER fault we blow it this time."

 

..........you're not?..........and....I'd prefer it if we didn't talk about it.....

 

"My, what colorful language," Axel drawled out sarcastically, his eyes searching to the empty tree house. So there were more of those shrimps? Greeeeat. Heaving a breath, he went to stare at Lock. "Since she's your co-worker, and you're in this together, you obviously know what's going. So either you spit out some information, or I leave and you can call me up when that said co-worker is here."