The Organisation: A legend reborn

Braxen smiled as he led Wolfe down the street, his hand around her waist.

"well Demy, it seems like the superior is just a little pissed now, but he cant stay mad forever" he said as he stood up "remember Demyx, this organization is what unites us.... he cant do it alone"

 

Wolfe looked around, and up at the castle in the distance. "Would it be too obvious for them to be in there?" she asked, raising a speculative eyebrow.

 

"id think so, but the organization can be pretty obvious sometimes" he said looking at the castle

 

Ryxan spotted the two unknown silhouettes in the distance. That's them, isn't it? Ryxan thought.
He portalled away, and appeared beside Demyx. "Yo. Demyx. Can you heal my bleeding mouth?"

Zalia appeared behind Braxen. "Indeed." She said, still clad in her hood and robes.

 

"oh Zalia, havent seen you in a while" he said turning his head

 

"Same to you." She responded, still not being seen at all, except her boots. "And how are you two couples today?" She said, depressingly.

 

"very nice, but im not sure where Kexant is..." he said
"im here my liege" Kexant said appearing behind him, still clad in his samurai armor

 

"That's...wonderful." She said, but didn't mean it. Too much thinking for her just made her more depressing, so she wanted to just keep the conversation going. "How are you, Kexant?"

 

occ: i really should finish homework quicker and projects. recap please?

 

OOC: recap... Braxen and Wolfe and Zalia are talking while they walk toward the castle. Xigbar is talking to Demyx. Axel and Marly are argueing

 

"When you're right you're right. Thanks for the advice. I wish you were the Superior Xigbar. You're so understanding and cool," he enjoyed his company with the senior member as he was the only senior member he respected besides Xemnas out of fear and obligation. He noticed Ryaxn behind him and the blood that was around his mouth. "How did you get that?" he placed his hand in front of him and healed him in a matter of seconds.

 

ooc: thanks.
bic:
"Thanks." Ryxan responded. "Never mind how I got that. With my eyes I spotted the retreiver's in the horizon." Ryxan said. If they found out...about how I got my bleeding lips...from punching myself...he thought.

 

Axel rolled his eyes at how she was describing Demyx for he was more than that and he was just upset and trying to clear his mind and fill the empty void. "He's not a pig or anything and he hasn't eaten so lay off on that and if you want to speak make it quick and don't think playing the same ole trick on me by trying to warm up to me is going to fool me again. You just liked me for my element and in that logic it describes you as a tease who doesn't know who she wants." He was still upset with her, but he would hear her speak for now. "You can leave Marluxia," he told the graceful assassin. "You wanted to speak to Demyx so much now is your chance."

 

Marluxia raised an eyebrow and portalled away. He appeared in the living room next to Demyx and sat down on the couch, his eyes now fixated on the television.

"Did I say I wanted to speak to Demyx?" Larxene snapped, raising a speculative eyebrow at the red-head. "No. I didn't. \I asked where he was. That doesn't automatically mean that I wanted to desperately speak to the boy!" Managing to calm herself, she paused, then spoke several seconds later. "Anyway. I wanna ask you: why did you accuse me of being ever-so flirtacious? All I did was sit on your lap and talk. you and Demyx made a huge deal out of it."

 

"Taking in consideration Axel's barrier, we won't have to worry about them...for the moment." Ryxan said, crossing his arms.
That water really does work...he thought, moving his mouth a bit.

 

"You are the one who started this litte charade and the way you blurted it out in the meeting room. I don't like to be underminded and that is exactly what you did. It had nothing to do with the lap thing, it was the way you responded at the meeting. As if you were scoffing me," Axel eyed her warily though his focus with still with a slight kind of annoyance not understanding how she couldn't see this through his eyes.

 

"Glad I was able to help," Demyx said to Ryaxn. He shifted his gaze to Marluxia who was sitting on the couch with him. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me," he chimed in as he flipped the channels looking for something interesting to watch.

 

"Hello to you too." Marluxia sighed, his eyes still fixated. "I just don't want to be there when the slut tears the fire-head apart, and the fire-head explodes on her." he smirked, imagining larxene on fire.

"Scoffing you?" Larxene raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. that ticked her off. "Why would I do that? I don't even know what that term means! I said sorry for making Demyx cry, sorry for ruining his second life, and then I went to my room."

 

Demyx clicked the remote faster surfing the channels, bummed out that he couldn't find anything to watch that interested him. "I see that you're still upset with her like I am. What does she want anyway?" He frowned when the channel stopped on a show of living gardens. Marluxia would want him to stay on that channel.

 

Ryxan crossed his arms. "Does anybody hear me when I say Retreivers?" Ryxan said, shaking his head.
All they care about is there melodrama...whatever that means...did I put it in the right context? Ryxan thought.