There was nothing he could do to ease Xemnas's temper. If he managed to even provoke the leader of the organization, the first thing the Superior would think about was that the blond was the enemy. Cloud refused to jeopardize his friend whom appeared still. Sighing, he touched the young girl, gentely shaking her shoulder to get her to notice him in some respect. She was bleeding and if she did not receive proper medical attention she would die. Taking a bottle from his pocket, he starred at the contents of the elixer that would hopefully heal her wounds if only he could get her to drink it. Edging closer to the victim and kneeling down on one knee, he gentely tilted her head back and let the contents drain down her throat. Shock and what was left was a guy who could no longer move. He knew what Xemnas was capable of. Shivers down his spine sent a cold sensation throughout his body as he had witnessed the defeat of Xioimara who looked like she was at death's door. Frozen and unable to react, fear was etched in his features of the same thing possibly happening to him. Xemnas was powerful, the mightest of all of Organization XIII. No one would dare to intervene in quarrels or challenge his presence not when he was so capable of doing the unimaginable. Biting his lower lip gentely, the melodious nocturne blinked for what was nearly a minute before he had. Gazing his azure eyes upon the free shooter he glanced to see if he could see a glimmer of sorrow in his eyes, but alas there was none. Whisking his hair from the sweat that appeared on his forehead, the droplet formed on his glove from where he had whiped only for it to be shooken off and fall directly on the hard ground instead. Wandering eyes beheld the Superior and his malice, his authority being well placed before the ninth member. He had made sure to make Xioimara an example of not to mess with him. Demyx slightly opened his mouth to say a word after Cloud had given her the healing agent, but not nothing would utter from his lips. His tongue was dry and the only thing he did was kneel upon the ground and stare with sadness in his eyes at the curled up girl. He hoped he would not receive the same fate as he bowed his head as if in mourning, his face being covered with his arms upon his knee.
You too. *hugs back*
I'll join as Demyx please.
We'll discuss it tomorrow. It's late and I'm going to bed. I'm not 100 % sick free yet, but I'm getting there.
Well at least I haven't given up. *grins* Let me know if you need help with anything.
Yeah I know. *sighs* I miss rping with her, but sadly it's her choice.
Demyx crossed his arms stubborn as one could be. He wanted to have her to himself and that was the reason why he and her had a suite. It was to get away from the others. Now things were just going from bad to worse. "Thanks a lot," he glared at the flurry of flames. "Now she won't come back."
Thanks. I'm feeling a little better each day. *hugs* I hate being sick.
I'm getting there and thanks. It's been awhile since I've been here.
He listened to her explanation, convinced that she was being sincere. Hugging her back, he held her close to him, his arms wrapped around her slender torso. "Glad to hear it. Just promise that you'll let me know if you decide to run off."
A very bad cold. Kept coughing and was extremely weak and tired all the time. I didn't want to do anything except just rest since I also did get...
Before anything else happened, he was whisked away by the talons of the dragon known as Sinder not knowing what she had planned. He couldn't escape or else the claws would have dug deeper into him. He had watched the others fight, the Superior with his blades both drawn was futile since he was no longer in the area. Moaning to himself, the melodious nocturne tried to think of a way to get out of the predictament he was in. Summoning his sitar to him was about the only thing he could do. Swallowing deeply, he brought his hand, pointed the blades of the sitar and began to stab the talon that gripped him. "Let go of me Sinder. Why are you doing this?" He asked the great reptilian beast. "What have I ever done to you?" Cloud was astonished at what he saw and was hot on the dragon's heels with his sword gripped in his right hand. Using his speed, he began to search each room looking for Sinder. Sencing any presence, he began to focus his energy trying to locate the nobody. "That creature couldn't have gotten that far."
I've been sick and so has fire mage. That's why there haven't been many responses. T-T
"It? Vexen could you cut her some slack? She's been through enough. Yeah I know I would tease her with Xigbar, but that's in the past right? So anyway, she got injured and well you're the only one who can help. I hope you can anyway." He walked towards the senior member and let Vexen see Xion's injuries.
"Huh?" A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Is that who I think it is?" Locating the presence, he disappeared, thus traveling through the corridors of darkness to another side. Within a moment's notice, he appeared before her, stunned to say the least. "Why did you leave us and especially me?" He asked her; a little bit of resentment held in his eyes.
Cloud had seen enough of how Xigbar was handling him. Using his fist, he gripped Xigbar's hand and force Demyx out of his grip. Taking a step back with the nocturne now in his grasp, he released him gentely and starred at the one eyed nobody. "You got some nerve treating him like that. He's not your slave and either is he Xemnas's." Next he glared at the freeshooter for he was not in a mood to be messed with. Keeping his sights upon Xigbar he glance over for a second to see how Xioimara was feeling and if she had heard him or not. Being relieved that he was no longer being dragged by Xigbar and thankful for Cloud's interference, Demyx rubbed his neck and hoped that there wasn't a red mark left by Xigbar's rough handling of him. He had no idea how far he had been dragged, but his neck was sore from it. At times most of the nobodies didn't think twice about how they treated the others especially those that were weaker in strength and power. His black leather glove's smooth surface was cool to the touch of the skin of his neck which brought him some relief. Knowing he was fine, he backed behind Cloud not sure of what to do now. Xigbar was silent not giving him a choice whether to go into the portal and the sign from the lower nobody servant meant that Xemnas was demanding his presence.
I sure did. It was good and I ate early for a change.
Hey! ^_^ Going to eat dinner. Be back soon.
Cloud witnessed through the window from being outside that Tifa looked like she had been caught or injured in some way. Fearing the worst, he burst through the door only to see her. "What is going on? Where is Xion?" Starring at Roxas, Luxord and Xigbar, his blue eyes narrowed to slits, the icy prescence hardening his outer shell that contanined his feelings and emotions. "I want some answers!" He took another step forward towards Tifa and gazed at her for a second. "Where is she Tifa? Are you all right?" Xigbar only smirked not saying a single word. Hell his business was with Roxas not Cloud just yet. That time would come for the warrior to reveal what he wanted him to. Though it would not be easy. Xigbar was already thinking of a plan of how to return Cloud to Xemnas and without the inference of anyone else. Shaking his head and thinking that he was going crazy, Demyx whirled around once more making sure that no one was spying on him. He had grown very paranoid for many reasons for he felt someone was always keeping tabs on him. Shivering again he tried not to recall any memories of when Xemnas nearly had destroyed him and now the promise he had to keep to the same one that he feared and looked up to.
"Stay out of this. I know what I'm doing." Cloud boldy stated to Xelysha before he leapt into action knowing that this beast was trying to kill him intentionally or not. In his mind, anything that was trying to attack him was a threat. Taking his buster sword, he held it in his right arm and used it to defend his body against Sinder. With his brute strength, the metal struck the claws nearly inches from his own head as he fought hard to keep the dragon at bay. His fear of Xemnas quickly whisked away at the sight of the dragon that had entered his bedroom. It was frightening with such the difference in height and such a monstriousity in his own chambers. Knowing that dragons had fire or that most of them did from his memories of when he was human, he summoned his sitar, the water spraying upwards to form his weapon of manipulation. Grasping it tight he was prepared for the flames if any were to come.
