Organization XIII - It's a beautiful day!

OOC: I'll give it a shot then *shrug*.

Larxene let out a impatient sigh, tired on the inside, due to her cold and the virus affecting her, but not letting it show, as she waited for Luxord march out, unless he did learn how to portal, because then, perfect, she could do what she wanted to try right now faster and the kid was out of any confines that were connected to her room. Breathing through her mouth since her nose was officially blocked from getting air for her lungs, she pierced her blue eyes through the darkness of the chamber, thinking whether the brat was really there or not now. Yet, Larxene also didn't want to risk getting into a card again by stepping inside, and that in itself wasn't exactly...fun. Maybe Zexion will have to go in if Luxord still didn't appear, maybe even use that to her advantage.

Though she was wondering if she'll be up to it with her certain state of health, because to go for truth, she wasn't as excited as she should be.

 

"Luxord?" Zexion called out, his voice echoing slightly. "Luxord, are you there?"

There wasn't any response, yet, he could stil smell his 'scent' there - if that was him. Could he possibly be knocked out? Unconscious? Or perhaps asleep? Sighing, he strode inside, squinting ever so slightly to try to peer through the inky darkness, attempting to spot for Luxord.

 

The blonde watched as Zexion went in to get him, and she was incredibly tempted to shut him there with Luxord for a bit of payback, whatever the kid was doing or if he was even there. The fact that Zexion could portal ruined that notion, dubbing it pointless if he could easily get out...but it can also work to save her precious time from being wasted waiting here by the door. Sneezing again, blocking it with her free palm, and giving a slight cough after, her decision was made without a second thought. Sniffing, she let the hand that was supporting the metal door to give way, and it closed with a loud thunk as it let the ones there be trapped. Going to it, fastening the heavy locks over it again expertly, she put the bar that went across the door back down, as she fiddled with the padlock and grapple. It was done fairly quick, as she was used to it due to practice, and with a small pat, walked off from the chamber without a backward glance, letting Zexion deal with whatever needed to be dealt with. If he could find where the lights were, good for him.

Larxenes's feet took her to her own private bathroom (she was a lady), knowing her comfortable clothes were there, which she used for her pajamas, and took the time the Cloaked Schemer just so graciously offered to her by changing while he was busy.

 

Luxord had managed to escape from Larxene's happy corner. He found himself not only out of her happy corner, but in a hallway. He didn't know which hallway, and it's really never stopped him from moving on. He shrugs, going about the hallway to find out WHERE exactly he was.

 

OOC: Lol, Zexion is alone xD.

The moment Larxene stepped in the bathroom, and locked the door behind her while closing it shut, she headed to get a tissue or toilet paper and blow her nose, which is just what she did as she rolled out a handful. She slumped down on top of the toilet lid, her makeshift seat, and freed herself of all the contents that was blocking her from breathing properly through her nose. God, she wouldn't mind a fever, or being sick, but having a cold is the worst, such a hassle, and since she was in her own privacy, she was entitled to just show how truthfully tired she was. For a moment, she felt relief as she got air through her nostrils again, even for just awhile before it gets congested once more. Throwing the paper on the trash, not losing time, Larxene began to open the zipper of her still damp cloak, beginning to undress quickly, taking out her gloves first as she placed the poison she snuck (and was meant for Demyx) in the surface of the bathroom sink, along the edges.

After she let her trench coat slump on the floor carelessly, the rest of her uniform came next, her white tank top, her black pants, her boots, all except her undergarments, only to be replaced by a lose white T-shirt, and her soft and cottoned midnight blue pajama pants, that had crescent moon pictures, with tiny stars and clouds added in. Not her style, but it wasn't like she abhorred everything that was considered girly, as much as she didn't..appreciate cute...things, it was just cloth. Sadist, not a tomboy. Putting on her white slippers, Larxene picked up her discarded clothes, and hung the cloak, her pants, and her shirt on the curtain pole to dry fairly, while the gloves stayed on top of her laundry basket, and her shoes on the floor. She felt warmer, yet at times, a shudder or so from a sudden chill ran through her.

Now that she was done, to take care of her cold. On her own.

 

Xemnas' eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry. His head felt like someone was stepping on it with golf cleats. He tried to move, and found that he couldn't. He tried speaking. It came out in a hoarse whisper.

"W...where am I?"

((Fun Fact: It's not a tumor.))

 

Hearing the door slam shut, with the bolts fastening, Zexion blinked, turnnig his head to see that Larxene had actually closed the door, shutting him in. The darkness weighed heavily, and he just stood there for a moment, waiting for his vision to adjust to the low lumosity. As he did, he couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. Larxene was always full of surprises, and now, she was attempting to lock him in. Like that was going to work. However, he might as well grab Luxord and send him back to...somewhere, while he was there. However, realizing there was only a faint 'scent', he noticed that the kid had actually managed to escape - or Larxene had moved him...either way, he was gone...a familiar trace somewhere in the hallways...

Clever, he thought, a smile quirking the corners of his mouth. Raising his hand, he opened a portal of darkness, warping himself in front of Luxord's 'scent'. Sure enough, there was the tiny kid, scampering about like a squirrel. Of course, the Cloaked Schemer could not tell if this was truly Luxord...aside from the 'scent' he hoped was the Gambler.

"Luxord?" he asked, tentatively, tilting his head to the side, eyeing him cautiously. The kid could actually be someone other, and he was just being tricked by Larxene, pretending to have had him captive earlier. Although it didn't seem likely...then again, the Savage Nymph was always appearing innocuous, but her actions proved otherwise.

 

Larxene growled in frustration as she finished searching her cabinet for any source of medicine, the mirror adorning her reflection in the surface of it as she closed it shut, the poison cozily placed in there as well. It might come in handy, and a useful tool. Sighing, closing her eyes shut for a second in irritation as her nostrils began to be stuffed again, she raised the toilet paper she had in her hand and blew when she placed it over her nose, wiping it clean, and able breathe one more time, but she knew this would only repeat. While cold medicine didn't cure or kill the virus, it soothed the symptoms for a time, and that's what she was looking for. Finding nothing else to do here, she grabbed the knob on the door and turned it after unlocking it, stepping outside, almost expecting for Zexion to be there, but instead, her room was empty.

Good, so now that she didn't have to deal with him, she had to search for some medication. Larxene couldn't ask any other Org. members for theirs, it was too above of what she did, and she definitely did not want to go to Vexen's lab, and joined in the crowd of brats that would probably be collected there. Maybe she could make herself some soup, and drink plenty of orange juice, that would help her body's strength...

 

((*Shocks the rp back to life* Hello? Anyone out there?))

 

OOC: Well, Nymph responded to your Luxord:

And I think 2Foxxie4U is going to be on quite a break, so for Vexen and the rest, I think they're at a bit of a stand still.

 

((Right now me being on a break is a good thing. I'm having a hard time with allot of thought. Some know what is happening for me right now but it is not to pretty. I might end up losing my internet in a while but I wont go there until that is happening because thanks to Foxy I have hope and that is something I am going to cling to. We got a new room mate here and am getting used to having him around some to. Well right now life sucks but life must go on and there is always even a small brightness to it. ))

 

((This isn't part of the continuity or the story or anything. I just felt like posting and since nobody has dealt with me yet, here is something to tide you over))

Xigbar walked out onto the brightly lit stage. Shielding his eyes from the spots, he walked out to the microphone and spoke to the audience.

"*ahem*," he cleared his throat, "And now Xemnas will sing for you 'I've Got Two Legs.'"

Xigbar walked off to the side as Xemnas walked on. He gave Xigbar a little nod as a thanks for the introduction. Xemnas cleared his throat as well once he got to the microphone, hummed a few bars to make sure he was in tune, and then proceeded to sing.

"I've got two legs from my hips to the ground
And when I move 'em they walk around
And when I lift 'em they climb the stairs
And when I shave 'em they ain't got hairs
I've got two AUGHHHH!"

Xemnas choked as he looked quizzically at the energy bolt sticking out of his chest. Looking incredulosuly at Xigbar he fell down dead and promptly dissolved.

Xigber walked back up to the mic after sheathing his bolt-guns. "Thank you, and good night," he said.

THE END!

((Someone please continue the story?))

 

((That's BIG words...))

Luxord ended up in the kitchen. Where the whole 'take the kids to go and see Vexen' mess started. He looks around, giving a soft smile, and walks to the bar counter. "I'm gonna get me some icecream." He told himself. He pushes the stool to the fridge, climbs up ontop, and opens the freezer door. He looks inside, looking for the icecream.

 

(( Well, big words are kinda what we asked for. XD;

Oh yeah... And guys...? I've been grounded for a while... and might continue to be for about... eh... maybe the rest of the week and the week after, so if I don't say anything for a while, that's probably why. TTATT ))

Xigbar nodded a little. "Yeah! Her happy chamber! That where she... Huh...?" He cocked his head to the side in confusion as Xemnas awakened, the broke out in a huge grin. "XEMMY! Yer alive!!!" he squealed.
"SUPERIOR?! You're alive!" Saix echoed. "What in Kingdom Hearts happened back there?! ... Sir," he added hastily.

 

Xemnas shook his head.

"I have no idea...I just sort of blacked out," he said. "I remember...I was in this big computer generated forest...I was some kind of tall purple elf...and the people around me had absolutely no regard for spelling and grammar..."

Xemnas shook his head again. "But that doesn't matter right now. Has anything important happened in my absence?"

((No, my ex girlfriend didn't call me to tell me the wonderful things about World of Warcraft and pursuade me to buy it thereby getting me hooked. Why do you ask? *shifty eyes*))

 

((Tried WOW! Didn't like it.))
Demyx looks to Xemnas from where he was. He gives a huge grin, running up to him as fast as his little legs can carry him. "DADDY!" He bellows with all his 5 year old might. He attaches himself to Xemnas' legs and hugged him tightly.

 

Now with her comfortable clothes, loose white T-shirt, midnight blue pajama pants, slippers, and all, sneezing again, she went to portal out anyway, knowing there were some napkins waiting for her at her destination, despite forgetting to bring some from the bathroom. As she materialized in the kitchen quickly enough, the black wisps dispersing around her, she spotted some napkins at the corner of a table, unaware of the other Nobody in the room. Walking over to it, she snatched a few, and used one to blow her nose, this time groaning as the cold had gotten worse. Now she really felt like crap, this time her whole body was aching, her eyes were burning, almost tiredly, her nose was all red...at least she thought so, and a headache was sprouting its way on the list. With her drooping antennae, which were lifeless to oddly represent her condition, she went to browse the cabinets, opening one to where she knew the chicken soup packets were. She always preferred the packets, for some reason, instead of the cans, which is why she always did her own shopping.

Grabbing a Maggi brand chicken soup packet with her name marked on it, she closed the door, and bent down to open the bottom cabinet right away, halting another sneeze by holding her breath. Doing that made her nostrils congest again though, but Larxene proceeded to get the pot by force, and took it out once the handle was in her grip, closing it shut as she straightened back up.

Now with the needed stuff in hand, she made her way to the kitchen stove, leaving the soup and napkins there by its side on the counter next to it. She had to take the chance of blowing her nose again as she wasted another tissue, stepping to the sink with the pot in hand, and the used paper in the other. Lifting the knob to get the water running, she placed the pot under there, washing it a little, before letting it fill up patiently.

Once that was done as it reached a certain measurement, she retreated the utensil, letting the water rush out still, and placed it on the cooktop when she paid attention back to the stove, turning on the burner at a reasonable level for it to heat. Larxene had to work fast, or else she'll be sneezing all over, only to get more sick, and so while she waited, she went to the sink once more to wash her hands, throwing away the crumpled napkin in a nearby trash, sniffing. Finishing, she shut it closed, the trinkling water stopping, and dried her hands on her shirt only to moan in frustration, leaning her back against the edge as she closed her eyes hard, the headache now making its full circle and pounding her skull painfully.

Perhaps she should drink the orange juice now, it might help.

 

Xemnas looked down at the small Demyx currently holding on to his leg, and instantly slapped is palm to his face.

"Oh no," he said, "HIM too? I thought I told Marluxia to get rid of those stupid candies..."

 

Xigbar blinked. "Candies...? Oh yeah - isn't that when--"
Saix quickly slapped his palm over the boy's mouth. "Shhhhh..." he whispered softly. "It's too late for that plot twist..."

(( Lol - Adam, I ain't sure if ya know this, but we've kinda dropped that a looong time ago. Let's just say Vexen made them kids on accident for... some reason. Just to not confuse people. XD;

BTW, guyz, we gotz a new Xaldin!~ XD ))

 

Marluxia let out a small sneeze.

he wasn't sure why, but he had the stongest feeling someone was talking ill about him. he rubbed his nose a minute before taking his first step out into the long wandering hall. it had been quiet.....very quiet. for too long. now he need to find his Vexen, and perhaps awaken the deadly silent castle if he had time.