"Ah finally the words I've been waiting for," he said to himself and smiled. "Hey boss you wouldn't believe that Riku was actually trying to find out my life before, but I didn't fall for it now did I? See I'm learning," he waited to be patted on the back or shoulder by someone as he was eating up this postive attention for a change. "I could get used to this," he slid the journal and the scroll into his cloak to hide it from Xemnas.
Demyx had no idea why he was at this strange place. "Did I die, but I'm already a spirit so how is that possible?" With his hood over his head, he concealed his identity. "I'm not going to fight. I hate fighting. I would rather be the musical entertainment," he said to himself. He slunk in the shadows so no one would see him.
Demyx leaned against the wall only to feel the presences of Xemnas and Larxene. "Superior you're back," he hid the journal and the secret scroll of Xemnas's writings behind his back. "I kept an eye on the prisoners while you were gone. "Where did you go Larxene?" He eyed Axel and Xion out of the corner of his eye. "I see you brought her back."
All right. I respond when I can.
The movie was interesting, but some of it was hard to follow. It was also long it seemed like. I didn't like all the blood and gore, but other then that it had an interesting plot.
I guess that's why parents say to their children never discuss anyone's religion with them. There are so many different views and beliefs its mind boggling. Personally people can believe or not believe. I'm not one to judge and it's that individual's choice, but I would sure love it if some members from lather day saints didn't show up on my doorstep anymore. That is annoying, but eventually they will get the message. Overall, on a news report, so many people are turning away from their beliefs because of the economy. It's really sad, but I'm one to keep believing in the lord and Jesus Christ no matter what happens.
Everyone lies and I try not to lie about big things. Little white lies are fine since they are not going to harm anyone in the end. They say the truth will set you free, but it depends on what the truth is about? For example if you were to say to your wife you look like a cow in that dress you would end up hurting her feelings or getting smacked for it. Instead you weasel out of it and say that color looks nice on you or that color really matches the color of your eyes.
I would rethink the idea of living on the street. No one would ever want that. At least you have a place to stay, are warm and have food, water, and bathroom facilties available to you. If I were you I would find out why you hate your parents and talk to them about your problems. Tell them how you feel? As for the money situation, it doesn't hurt to babysit or walk dogs or even offer to clean someone's house that you know for a fee. Also you can try to list all of your accomplishments and what you're good at. Look at that list and think about what makes you happy. Try being optimistic and you'll feel better about yourself.
Wow I'm sorry that you guys are having trouble as well, but fire mage is right about one thing. No matter how desperate things seem, don't break the law in order to get by. There are other ways to obtain money and you have to want to have it so bad. Perhaps you can offer to clean houses, or walk dogs or any kind of labour because right now money is money.
Demyx whipped his head around, turning his body slightly as he felt the presences come closer and one of them signaled to him the element of water. "Oh great just what I need, another water wielder. Well there can only be one that reigns higher and it is not going to be some weak heartless," he faced the force that was around him. "This is going to be a snap. Those heartless won't know what hit them especially the one with the water" he grinned in a sinister fashion.
Demyx's eyes focused in the dark as he listened for any sounds. "What am I doing? Why am I being such a coward?" He stood up, exiting the closet. "If Axel catches me in here he'll kill me," he left the fire wielder's room and walked down the hall, the journal still in his hand. "Everyone wants to get rid of me it seems?" he took out his pen from his pocket and leaned against the wall writing in it. Hey the old kook is after me again. I just want to be healed for the battle. Is that so hard to ask? I'm not asking for any miracles or anything. I wish he would leave me alone. I wish I had my sitar. Its not fair that it was taken away from me. I'll never get it back probably not even when we battle. How can the boss be so cruel, so underhanded cruel. He doesn't care he only takes, he lets his hunger for hearts brew. Now I'm becoming more like a poet than a musician. And what is Marluxia doing in his room with Larxene alone in there for? I dispise him too, especially for what he did. I just want to tell her how I feel and I bet she is still sleeping. How can anyone sleep for that long? Larxene wake up already. We were supposed to talk until some loser barged in my room and took you away from me. Who ever it was I hope you got him where it hurts. Perhaps it is the wrong time for all this, but it's bugging me and you always seem to be on my mind. I can't get you out of my head. You intrigue me, like I'm cast under your spell for you to do to me as you wish as long as I'm with you. Larxene, I need you more than you'll ever know. Tucking his pen back in his pocket and with journal being held close to his chest, he headed down the hall back towards his bedroom. "I've got to be on my guard in case Vexen shows up and then I'll have to run for it or try to fight him back."
"Um I don't know?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Why?"
"What ever you say Axel. What is happening to him?" He looked at the fire wielder for answers. "I sense heartless," he nudged his friend's shoulder.
"Now that's just plain rude. How do I know you're not trying to trick me?" He stood up and approached the cell cringing at the blood he saw dripping from his mouth. "You're making a mess." Disappearing, he got a box of tissues and a plastic bag and a bottle of water, reappeared and tossed them in the cell. "If I'm going to talk to ya you're not going to gross me out."
Demyx looked up from reading the journal and starred at Riku wondering why of all people he wanted to talk to him? "Why do you want to know? What purpose does it serve for me to tell you about who I was before? In the end you and Sora will try to be get rid of me anyway? Do you see what I'm saying?"
"Oh great... Zexion you know you're not like this at all," he yawned a bit after stretching. "Why do you want to try to kill me in the first place? What good is that going to do?"
Yes so you see she does have a weakness which is attack power and there fore relies on her powers instead but she can still fight pretty well.
Sure. I would love to join as Demyx. Go ahead and add me please.
Well curses basically mean misfortune or bad luck as mentoned in her bio *she is a castor* and depending on which one there will always be a...
Demyx only stood dumbfounded from hearing Larxene speak up for him and telling the Superior of his accomplishments only not to recieve no answer in the end. "There wasn't even a good job Demyx," he complained and sat on the ground keeping an eye on Riku as he read the journal. "I thought I actually did something decent for once and didn't fail at something and not even a complenment. "And then he offers to have her go with him and I'm stuck here again. I tell ya life is not fair." He looked down at the ground and held Xemnas's things in his arms and against his chest.
