Demyx was now seeing this as a game and was ready to give the brat more than he bargained for. Spotting the keyblade he made note to dodge out of the way only to use his sitar to whack the guy upside of the back of the head. "Hmm like it?" He bragged following his onslaught with his tremendous pressure of water spewing at the hero.
Demyx could just see the damage Xioimara was giving to the rude man and boy did he deserve it. If it she had not sunk her teeth into him he would of easily drowned the guy. Now the only important thing was to get her to let go before she tore a ligament off. "Xioimara, hey it's okay," he petted her head frantically wondering what else he could do to pry her off of her victim. Thinking quickly he clutched her underneath her stomach and chest and pulled her off, petting her gradually trying to get her to calm down. "Shh.. it's okay. You've been through a lot and I can tell you need to relax." He kept her in one spot as he spoke to her looking at her eyes. Knowing Xigbar was present, he bit his tongue gentely and hoped he wouldn't regret calling for his aide. "Xigbar please help me here. We'll talk about other stuff earlier like the whole castle innicident and lying to you and such, but right now I need you to help me okay?" He was desperate knowing Xigbar had a better way of controling Xioimara more than he did. Cloud kept his piercing eyes on Don, the guy who had deserved to be ripped to shreds by her. "That thing is still a living and breathing creature and you deserve to die for treating her like that." Seeing the other shooter, Cloud had caught him with his speed before he had another chance to shoot and held his sword at his neck, not afraid to slit it if he needed to. "And who ever the hell you are had to go ahead and make the situation worse. People like you make me sick," he poked the blade frazing the shooter's skin. With one swift slice, he sliced the gun in half as it fell upon the ground never to be used again. "Yeah you better be afraid, Next time that will be your head."
Starring ahead in the opposite direction with his back turned to both of the violent ones, he had not said a single word for he was listening to Axel's words. Every single one of them were sinking in and yet he held bitterness for both of the older members right now. Larxene for touching him again may it be hurting him or not, she still shouldn't of just invaded his personal space by gripping his arm all because he subconciously spread his hand to her face. It wasn't to be rude and his height was the difference why it was there. The sudden realization of what she had done to him in the past was still in the back of his mind causing his body to ache from even remembering it. He wasn't a masochist and did not enjoy pain. What kind of sane person would? He didn't mind being touched or grabbed as long as he knew about it and didn't catch him by suprise in a negative way. How tired he was of having the nerve wrecking sensation of inflicting harm upon him though. Not only physical, but mentally it was no better. Besides Larxene, Axel fell in both of the catergories. When there was a moment of silence, all the nocturne could do was give the red haired nobody an ominous glare one that would make him think twice about what he had said earlier. Like a bitter after taste in his mouth, his piercing azure orbs kept the tension rising in the air as he prepared to speak his own mind especially after Axel was trying to act all friendly towards him by touching his shoulder and then letting go. The ninth member had every right to express how internally he had felt and no one or nothing was going to change that. There was a lot that needed to be put out in the open and Demyx was the one to set the record straight. "Hey Axel I would think you would know better then to bring that up again. I have every right to give you the cold shoulder or did you think I would have forgotten like some stupid moron and forgive you as if nothing happend?" He now was across from him and coming closer, each step following the other carefully. "You hurt me man more then you know. I mean come on. Calling me a traitor and then hitting me across my face? Do you think I would just bounce back from that and not harbor some feeling of resentment towards you for that? No, you can't get off that easy. Calling someone a traitor is a very serious thing." He paused thinking of anything else he wanted to say to him. "And I'm not going to explain myself again about being friends with Cloud to you so drop it. From all I see it you need to control that damn hot temper of yours more then anything else." Demyx waved his right hand in the air, water rising to prove his point as if he was ready to flood the store. Being so fed up with the eighth member, his eyes glanced over to the savage nymph who had not said a single word. It was extremely odd for normally a spew of words would have come from her mouth about how wrong, weak or pathetic he was. He dispised how she treated him. All of the pain had surfaced from when she had kicked him in the groin, and it was tear breaking to have to go through such aggression when she was the one in the wrong for overeacting for his hand being close to her face. She had a wicked temper too and it brought out the uglyiness of her, that vile, unfeeling selfish enchantress of wrath and pain. He had to say something else to her whether he would regret it or not. It was only tolerernable and would but a brief moment that he would lock eyes with the sadistic bitch and lay his words out in the air for her to grasp. The younger nobody directed his water towards her ready to short circuit her if she tempted him with any of her violence. "You need to bite your tongue and stop causing me pain. There is a thing called personal space and it must be gained not forced. Spare me the speech of how much of a wimp I am just because I don't like to be grabbed when something upsets the all mighty Larxene," he placed his fingers up in the air forming them into quotation marks and replied sardonically. "You overreact and cause more problems for yourself then you realize and I'm tired of being your victim. Learn to think of others besides yourself all the time and imagine if you were that one hurting just once in your retchid life." His tone was harsh dripping with venom when he had spoke. "So to the both of you," he glared daggers at both Axel and Larxene, the water that risen up now forming his sitar as he caught it with his right hand and pointed his left finger at them. "I'm not working with either of you until you both own up to your mistakes and admit that you were wrong, but I doubt you guys will because your pride is so much more important to you." He wanted to spit on the ground, the very thought of their names rolling off his tongue, but decided it against it. "I'll wait for your answers out here." He swiftly walked past both of them, exiting the shop, the sharp seared three blades of the sitar sticking high into the air, his defenses up in case there was a sudden attack upon him.
*shruggs* I won't be on tomorrow. Going to Seaworld with my younger and older sister and her friend.
Waking up, his eyes were still sleepy as he stretched and yawned trying to become alert. He did not know how long he had been sleeping for or what time it was, but one thing for certain was that he needed to get up and not sleep his day away. Getting out of his bed, he stumbled to his bathroom and took care of everything he needed to do. Once his hair was washed and styled to the way he liked it, the melodious nocturne left his room while his kitten Angel slept under his bed to keep hidden from anyone who may spot him. Closing his door, he walked down the hallway feeling fresh and hungry. He approached the hall where he thought he heard noises coming from someone. Spotting Larxene with one of her content smirks as if she was a queen of everyone, he shook his head at the older member. "I bet you can't go one day without putting anyone down or hurting anyone either." He felt a lot of tension in the air as if their elements were about to collide. The lightning bug and the water manipulator facing off where one was all about violence and pride and the other serenity and fun. Things would get interesting very soon.
Demyx was glaring at the young kid now for he wasn't in the mood to mess around. "If this is the way it has to be then so be it," his sitar was formed through the water that formed and burst. "Dance water dance!" He strummed his instrument making several of the water clones appear, surrounding Sora completly and ready to do him in.
Woah. It's an rpg. Next time send me a pm.
Cloud rubbed her back hoping he was helping in some way or another. "I see, but the good thing is that she is resting. When you want to you can tell me what happened. I'm worried about her," he walked back over to the sit on the couch. He felt like he was scarred from witnessing such a thing and just hoped she was all right and especially the baby. "That he is, but I'll deal with him personally after this." Xigbar only remained silent afterwards smirking as Luxord began the game. He kept his eye wandering around though for he had a funny feeling they both were being watched. Demyx was taken a back and backed away not knowing she would react in the way she did. He was only trying to not let the situation esculate into something worse which it would have knowing the kind of temperment those two shared. It was useless trying to speak to her or the flurry in that matter. He might as well be a ghost. Demyx shook the wrist that she held earlier in her tight grip. Was that really nessessary? Did he actually need to feel more pain after what he had been through with the boss and Axel even? Gripping it with his left hand, he shook it again, the throbbing feeling making him bare his white teeth. "Did you really have to hurt me again?" He glared daggers at her and turned towards Axel. Taking a deep breath in, he felt a headache coming on. "You might as well do what you want. I'm sick of trying to break up your petty fights and then end up hurt because of it. Frankly that's rude and not fair." He rose his right hand and pointed to himself partically his chest."I'm sick and tired of being the victim!" His eyes were narrowed as he waved his hand dangerously in the flurry's direction threatening to get him wet. "And you," he glared back at Larxene with resentment for huring him again. "I was making sure Axel wouldn't cremate you by what you did to his jaw before for he is one to hold grudges just like we all are." He walked away from both of them having enough with their immaturity and violent tendendies. "If you two want to rip each other's throats out and become dusks once the boss finds out that we're not doing our job then so be it. I won't be around when that happens for now I know what is more important to the both of you. Your damn PRIDE more than me," he turned around forcing himself not to cry, even though tears were stinging his eyes and threatening to fall.
Okay from what I last saw Roxas was looking for Axel, the new members of the organization *that I'm trying to remember their names* are talking to...
Hey Dexnail. Um remember no OOC unless you are in character. If you want a recap just ask in a vm or private message. And by the way Xigbar is...
Xigbar had his hood up as well and came in shortly after to give Cid the whillies. It was delightful to see these humans on edge. It would be more fun, if he were to summon his weapons on them through. Letting Luxord speak and overhearing what Cid mentioned back, he deeply sighed knowing Demyx was the one Cid was referring to when he was talking about a nobody hanging out with Cloud. "The sooner this plan gets into motion the better," he said softly to Luxord. "Do what you have to do. This guy looks like he is going to give you some trouble. Just do something. The boss probably sent out Saix on us making sure we are doing our job or something." He uttered this all to Luxord where only he could hear him. Cloud graciously accepted the glass and took a large gulp, swallowing every last drop. Placing it down on the table, he grapsed his forehead with his left hand. "It was just so awful Leon." He sighed and turned his neck to the left overseeing Tifa had stepped out of the room and look exhausated. Out of concern the first thing he noticed was the streak of blood on her forehead. Not saying anything, he walked into the kitchen, got a towel, wet it under the water from the faucet, came back to her and whiped it off without saying a word until it was all gone. "What happened in there?" He touched her right shoulder out of concern. "Is Xion all right?" Demyx rubbed his chin with his right hand to get the excess sugar crystals off. He was uneasy about seeing Axel and was afraid that a huge fight would break out between the two like before. Now being tense and a look of exasperation and dread in his eyes, he hopped off where he was sitting leaving his bag of goodies there since that was the last thing on his mind. Getting in between the two, he held out both of his arms. His right facing Axel and the left facing Larxene. Obviously, where his hands were stretched out and due to the height differences, his right hand was fanned out close to Axel's lower neck where to Larxene it was more towards her face. He made sure not to press on either one of them either. "Guys stop. I don't want any more fights to break out especially between you two. Just let your differences go please. It's not worth it all right?" He was attempting to be a peace maker for he did not want to see any more blood shed like he had witnessed between the two at Altar of Naught before. Thinking of their home, a chill ran down his spine knowing what he had promised Xemnas and right now he was procrasinating even if it was a break, he was afraid he was being watched and who ever was would report him back to Xemnas. He couldn't bare disspointing the Superior again not after what he had felt from him first hand. Swallowing what seemed to be like a lump in his throat, he regained his composure feeling a tad nervous which was proven by how he changed the subject so abruptly. "We should be working together anyway. We don't want a encore of what happened to us back home do we?" He hoped his reasoning would get through their thick skulls.
Placing the gallon down once it was empty, he wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand this time and walked over towards her. "Oh come on. Like I said I don't have to worry about that. Besides I don't eat this many sweets normally. I'm just having enjoying myself. What? Do you think I eat this stuff like a glutton all the time? You don't know me at all then." Kicking the gallon out of his way, he sat on the side of a high countertop. "Water on the other hand, I drink tons of it and you would too if your element was water. You kind of have no choice. If you manuipulate it and control it then you must consist of it." He chuckled, licking the front of his teeth quickly with his back turned to her when he did it. Turning back around, he let his right leg dangle off to the side and clasped both of his fingers together on his left knee in a relaxed postion. "I bet you don't even drink a glass of water a day at all. Your power may be thunder or should I say lightning, but you still need to drink water for many reasons, but I won't bore you with that. Everyone is different I suppose," he looked away starring at the exit of the shop to see if anyone was going to come in the store or not.
He was interrupted from his sugar attack, at the sound of her voice and the expression on her face. Wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand he licked his lips and rubbed his lips again with the same hand. "I have a fast metabolism." He placed the bag of sweets down on the table. "Besides my body consists of my element so I don't ever have to worry about that." He was true about every word. Having water meant, the sugar was more absorbed and was eliminated through different means as if he never ate the junk at all. "So you see, I can eat what I want and not have to worry about it later. Sometimes my stomach will get upset, but then I just balance it out with more water," he hopped off the table and opened up a fridge to see a gallon of water. Picking it up, he took off the lid and held it to his lips as he began to drink it without stopping.
Just your support. That's all that matters. *hugs*
Demyx rolled his kanine eyes and sighed. "Geez grouchy. The only one who is actually coming up with a plan is Axel." He walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Do you need help?" He motioned his head towards the vent Axel was trying to pull out with his teeth.
Leaping down, his leather cloak billowed out from behind him, his right leg touching the ground first then his left. Concealing himself with his hood once more, he didn't want anyone to know who he was for he wouldn't want to deal with Sora if he happened to show up. Demyx proudly asserted himself past the hordes of bystanders as if he was a grim reaper about to ensare their very lives and take them all away. Using the very technique all nobodies did to make themselves sound more ominous, he gave off a short chuckle that echoed trying to make himself seem tough and threatening. Of course, this did the trick when he reached his right hand out, pretending to seize ones heart. "Yeah run!" His voice echoed, the sound of stampedes could be heard through out the town. Kicking the door open with his left foot, his hidden piecing eyes glared at everyone. Without a single word, the place was empty like a ghost town. "Huh? That was easy." Stepping to the counter, he spotted a bag and started filling up all sorts of assorments of candy ranging from sweet and sour, to carmel and chocolate types. Next he spotted cookies and raided that department. The last thing he saw was icecream. So again he took what he wanted. "Well I guess it's free since no one is here anymore." He realized when he had kicked the door open, it fell off the hinges. "Whoops," he shrugged digging into his assortment of goodies as he sat cross legged on one of the tables, exposing his face to eat the junk.
(OOC: Just figure out what was going on.) After Xemnas had warped away and was doing something, the musician walked down the hallways unsure if the others had heard Xemnas's plan of attack. "And when will that actually happen? The boss seems occupied with other things at the moment." He sighed and looked out the window wondering where Axel and the others have gone off to.
Demyx snapped his fingers, lower nobodies appearing such as dusks and his dancers. "Hmm let's see if you can handle Axel, them and myself without that lame duck or dog to help your ass," water was beginning to rise up and fan out in one beautiful display. "It's your funeral kid."
(OOC: I told her about it and she said that would be good. I guess she kind of forgot. She's been worried about me lately.) Cloud leaned up once he heard Leon speaking to him. "I wondered where you were." He adjusted his position only to lean on the other side of the couch for his head hurt. "Leon, Xion is not fairing well. I think she is miscarrying. You wouldn't believe what I saw in there. Something so unimaginable it would give you nightmares. Hopefully Tifa helps her through this ordeal," he was sitting up straight now, rubbing the left side of his temple with his right hand. "Just promise me that what ever happens we don't make things worse by telling her what she should have done. We have to support her no matter what." Xigbar had a smirk on his face and had heard from his legion of lower nobodies, the freeshooters that Roxas had been in an awful confrontation with heartless and that he was fearing the worst for Xion. Xigbar had also overheard with his keen senses mainly his pointy ears that Xion was in terrible pain and he assumed something was wrong for he had heard her scream earlier and had also heard Larxene's voice and Xion confronting one of another so he put the pieces together and figured out what could be going on. "Yeah I heard you the first time." He was a little bit annoyed with the tenth member's pestering, but remembered all that he wanted to say which put him in a better mood. "You know Luxord, Roxas is one pissed off kid. If Xion loses her baby, he's gonna kill Larxene for it, but I'm not going to tell her. You don't either. That screaming banchee can find out the hard way." He laughed for he enjoyed seeing others in misery and would make matters worse as if he was rubbing salt and lemon juice on an opened wound. He glanced up seeing her now above looking down upon him. She was quick and nimble, fast as lightning and deadly to boot. She was attractive and smart. The only flaw was that she was conceited, but he knew no one could change that. If there was one thing Demyx learned it was to accept others for who they were. "I had a feeling you would say that." He sensed Axel in the area with his keen senses and wondered what he was doing and if anything had happened after he got hurt. Still upset with him, Demyx would allow Axel to speak to him only if he wanted, but for now he was trailing behind the agile nymph. Seeing that the building was only ten meters up, he quickly jumped up, being quick himself, but nothing compared to Larxene. Bounding from roof top and then to the side of the wall, he made it to where she was, his eyes focused in the distance where the sun was. Straightening his own posture he now stood tall, his height clearly taller than hers. Seeing the top of a roof, he balanced himself upon the center of the railing, his feet in postion to leap if he needed to. Giving her a proud and determined grin, he spotted the shop where he wanted to go. "See that place over there," he called to her in a normal tone. "That's where I want to go. Ignore the people there. We'll just make our presence known and they will run towards the hills once they see our cloaks."
Eating the rest of it, his ears popped out of the water when he heard his name being called. Emerging his head from the shallow pool, he walked out of it and directly shook all of the droplets onto the others. "So did anyone come up with a plan yet?" He asked as he began to lick the sides of his fur with his long tongue. "Man I hope wolves don't get fur balls," he shook again trying to get dry. Once he was satisfied with that, he began to lick his paws and pull out his gunk or dry matter that was between them. "I smell like wet dog," he complained trying to get his fur the way he liked it. "Who wanted to know where I was?" He asked as he joined the others, sitting himself directly in the center of them.
