"Classic? Like Beethoven and Brahms and Chopin and Mozart and all them? Or like classic rock? Like Queen? Either way, good stuff. And jazz isn't too bad, either. I actually really like it." He laughed. "Sorry, dude, now I'm the one rambling."
Demyx rolled his eyes, jumping away from Waft. "What's with this 'boy' stuff, huh?" he asked. "Y'know, you don't look too old yourself, hotshot. And you ain't got nothin' on Vexen and Xigbar." He laughed as he shot water bombs at his opponent. "However, if you're not gonna tell me who wants my head, that's fine, man. I wouldn't like to know who you'll be disappointing."
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Demyx sat by awkwardly as Sigfried started to cook. "Um...so...any music you like? Y'know, pop or rock...or rap...or R&B...maybe classics...country...I really hate country, but if you like it, that's cool. I respect peoples' taste. Um...maybe bands? Beatles are good, y'know. New Wave! I forgot New Wave! That's a good genre. Y'know, all 'Tainted Love' and 'Video Killed the Radio Star'! You should listen to those if you get the chance; they're pretty sweet." He bit his lip, thinking. "Hmm...if things haven't changed in our rooms, then all my CDs should still be in there..." he murmured.
OOC: I have a hero! He's just kinda chilling in Destiny Islands XP BIC:Demyx let out a cry as he was sent flying by a burning punch from Waft. He huffed as he hit the ground, trying to catch his breath. The fire stung his eyes; he rubbed them, then noticed a trickle of blood coming from his mouth. He managed a smile. "Damn...not bad. You made me bleed," he said hoarsely, getting to his feet and swaying. With some effort, he summoned his sitar again. "Who cares about me, you ask? No one, really. In fact, not one of the Organization would miss me if I was gone. I'm lazy...I'm not the strongest...I'm not the most dedicated...hell, I'm not a lot of things." He started to notice burns from the flames; he winced, then continued. "But I can tell you something I am." He stood up straight, green eyes narrowed. "I'm a member of Organization XIII, and, believe me, we don't go down without a fight." With that, he lunged at Waft, hitting him with a few rare physical attacks before throwing him several times into the air with geysers. He laughed. "It takes a lot more than a little heat to get my water to stop dancing!" he yelled up at Waft before ending the attack. He cocked his head. "Now, you said some member of yours wants my head? Is it just some fangirl who can't help admiring my looks, or is there a reason behind it?"
Demyx ducked at the last moment and danced away, laughing. "Wait, are you seriously moaning and groaning about peace? We're Nobodies! C'mon, I hate violence and I know that we're the last people to be talking about peace." He smiled wickedly. "And, believe me, when you burst into my room and attack for no freaking reason, peace shouldn't be the first thing on your mind." He shrugged and lithely ran to the opposite side of the room, close to Waft. "By the way, never believe a word Mansex tells you. He told us we'd get hearts, but look what happened. We're all still a little miffed at him for that." He leapt into the air and strummed the strings of his sitar, sending painful reverberations at Waft. "Luckily, that's good for my game!"
"Um...yah...food's good...food's great," he said quickly. He thought for a moment. "And...um...I'm sorry about your...um...collection, Sig..." He forced a smile. "Y'know, I bet Marluxia can find you some when he gets back," he said, trying to make him feel better.
Demyx glared right back at him. "Listen, I've dealt with worse than burns. I've been in complete darkness for a little while now, so it's hard to faze me." He smirked. "And anyhoo, I think you need to cool off a little bit before ya keep talkin'." With that, he sent Waft flying into the air with a geyser. He turned Jugo. "Listen, kid, you might wanna clear out. If you've ever fought with an elite Nobody, it's not for newbies like you," he muttered.
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Demyx stared at him for a moment, completely bewildered. "Umm...sure...?" he said uncertainly. I should just go with it. He's either just like a big kid, or he's a freaking psychotic maniac. If it's choice number 1, then he'll prolly feel better and stop crying. If it's choice number 2, then I am SCREWED if I don't do what he says...thank you, Criminal Minds...
Demyx didn't say a word, but took a deep breath. All right, I hate violence, but there can always be exceptions. He clenched his jaw and summoned his sitar. "What do you want?" he hissed, tensed and ready to go. "I really don't like violence, and I'd really hate to let loose on you."
Demyx stared at Sigfried, (almost) feeling concerned. "Um...dude, are you okay?" he asked, sticking his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "I...I didn't mean to freak you out so much...if you want...you can say sorry..."
"Oh, believe me, I'm right with Black Beauty, here," Demyx said, tensing and getting ready to fight. He tore off his earphones and threw them aside. Damn, this feels like Sorority Row...I hate that movie... he thought anxiously.
Ainsley walked up to the door, and looked in surprise as an argument--or maybe only a discussion?--was taking place in the McDonald's between a boy and a girl. She watched in surprise as the girl headed to an SUV. "Well, damn," she murmured as she watched the girl go. "Not every night you see that in a Mickey D's." She glanced curiously at the boy as she walked through the doors, then walked up to the counter to order.
Demyx perked up as Sigfried mentioned a worshiper of Demyx--er, himself. Oh, please, be a sexy cat-lady!! he prayed. Then he shook his head as Sigfried apologized...again. "Dude, stop apologizing. Just stop. Listen, I'm kinda outspoken, so I'll let you know if you're being boring, all right?" Plus, you're just too damn cute with that stuffed animal He thought, then blinked. ...wow...that sounded way creepier than I thought it would...
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OOC: It's fine, I caught up :=D: Demyx let out a cry as the heartless horse pulled at his hood. "Hey now! Party foul!" he cried, turning around and looking at the horse. "Um...hey, I know you Heartless and us Nobodies have had a rocky past, but that's no reason to ruin the threads..." He thought for a moment. "Then again, I've never really been into the whole dark-robes-of-doom look, so eat to your hearts' content, Seabiscuit." He licked his lips nervously; the music wasn't helping get rid of that awful feeling he was getting.
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It's protective coloring. :lolface: Yeah I just finished reading Coraline again...
