(OOC: Okay bye.) "But I don't want to leave anyone behind. What kind of nobody would I be if I didn't even give the attempt to help you?" he called to her wishing she would reconsider.
Demyx was making sense in all of this finally. So that was the reason why he didn't want his heart. Nodding, he formed a tight fist then spread his fingers as the darkness came forth once more. "Okay good enough answer, but say something different that the boss would want you to say otherwise you may not be able to join," he seized Larxene's hand, and then Xeol's not wanting to lose track of another nobody as well. "Are you coming?" he asked Gex as the dancers went in the void.
(OOC: Yeah I can be funny at times.) "Do you like Miss Moody then?" he smirked and watched her leave. "One of the reasons she is acting like this is because she was rude to me so I took away her weapon, but she will get it back when she has earned it."
He got up from the ground and shook his head. "But Axel you're the one with the hot temper. Something always starts fire and then water has to put it out," he watched the movements of his chakrams. Feeling his cloak it was ripped a tiny bit. Walking towards him, he then ran and then stopped in front of the flurry. "Maybe if water makes you mad, fire will show itself," with the twirl of his wrist, he whipped it around with the blades showing slicing through Axel's cloak as well. "Well you can't blame me for returning the favor. These cloaks are valuable to us remember?" He stood back holding his guard. "Besides Axel he answered in a easy going manner. "I don't want to extinguish you yet. Fire hasn't made water into a monsoon or a huge tidal wave has it?"
Demyx deflected the knife with his sitar as he bounced off and hit the ground below. At least Roxas was feeling a little better. Now that the bleeding had stopped he removed his hand and washed it off with his hot water sterializing any germs from it.
"Yeah I heard her yelling," his keen sences were picking up her presence near by. Portaling to where she was at while holding onto Xion's hand he kneeled beside her wondering what had happend? It seemed he would be taking care of two young girls now.
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Placing his hand over his mouth he tried not to laugh at what Gex had called Larxene. "Roach head? That's funny dude." Snickering he would keep that insult for later. "Yeah go ahead and tell me and then I'll take you and him," he pointed at Xeol "back to the castle with me. You can meet my boss and he is very dangerous might I add. I'm not on his most favorite list of nobodies," he gestured his hands spreading his two of his fingers out in the air like signaling that his sentence was in important therefore the quotaiton marks of the form of his two fingers were obvious.
It was a blow to hold his own against the flurry of dancing flames. Axel was an exceptional fighter willing to prove his worth and never backing down from a challenge. Right now he would continue to spar with him. Swinging his sitar in the air, he lunged at the eighth member, bringing his sitar back and knocking him off balance. "Hmm not bad, but I'm surprised you haven't shown your element yet?" he leaned on it waiting to see what he would do next.
"What if I don't want to? How do I know that you're not going to attack me in anyway once I do? You are very sneaky Axel. Isn't he Xigbar?" he held out his tongue panting once more, his salvia dropping on the ground close to Axel's boots. "I need some water."
"Thanks Axel," he sat down next to him and next to Larxene. "So what looks good that won't give any of us food poisoning? Remember what happened last time?" he said to his fire wielding friend.
He glanced over at Xathabat. "If you want, but be sure to come back ok?" Stretching his arms he worked out any of the stiffness in them. Taking another sip from his slurpee, he swallowed the contents listening to George. "You don't say. She seems moody to me, but she will get over it I'm sure. Man I wonder when the rest of the class is going to get here and I'm so glad that stupid Xemnas is here. He barks orders at me all the time. Demyx do this. Demyx do that. I'm the boss hear me roar. Please," he rolled his eyes.
Demyx shrugged his shoulders feeling the wind pick up that caused his teeth to chatter slightly. "I'm all right I guess. You think we should find Xathabat first and then go find the others or what do you suggest?"
Demyx found his team back in the corner at the booth. "Uh guys is there any room for me to sit?" he asked them while tapping Axel and Zexion on the shoulder. "Couldn't you guys just scoot over a bit? It wouldn't be that hard right?"
Demyx slumped his shoulders looking down at the ground. "I guess I have no choice," he dodged Axel's charge towards him and hit him in the back of his head with his sitar. "Nothing personal Axel, but we have no choice," he wasn't going to get serious until Axel became serious.
"Okay what ever you say. I'm Demyx and that is Larxene," he pointed to her. "Why on earth would you not want your heart? I thought all nobodies shared that goal?" He was confused and thought this new fellow now known as Gex was strange. He shivered again from the creepy feeling in the air and the dismal atmosphere the Underworld was known to be.
"Yeah thanks to the both of you," he eyed Axel and Xigbar. Looking at her lying on the ground she was soaked and covered in dragon salvia and among other things. "She is going to have nightmares from all of this," he snickered tapping his tail up and down. "So Axel do you fear me now?" he loomed his head in his direction smiling at him.
"Roxas!" Demyx summoned his dancers that began to beat up Larxene kicking her hard in the butt as he rushed to get Roxas still holding on to Xion. "Roxas you're going to be okay. Here drink this," he remembered he had some potions in his cloak that were an elixer and an ether as he forced them down his throat. "Larxene what the hell is wrong with you!" He pulled out the knife and covered the wound with his gloved hand applying pressure to it.
"And leave you here by yourself. I don't think so," he ran with her back to where the others were. "Why am I even going back there? I must be crazy or something. How is your head?"
"I'm sure you have," Demyx shook his dragon head, the horns protruding forth the color of jet black. Holding his head back he was preparing her to spit her out, but due to the shocking of his system from her, his body reflexes were not responding. "Uh oh," he tried again almost gagging. "I can't spit her out. This is not good," he lay his head down on the ground again.
