I'll be off and on today. I'm hooked on General Hospital.
Demyx understood from where she was coming from for he also felt these phantom feelings making him one of the black sheep of the organization so to speak."Xion we don't want you to get hurt. Even if you feel this way you're still one of us. I defended you because I didn't like what the boss was doing to you. That was cruel and not called for, but in the end I can't defy the organization because you saw what happened when I did. I'm not a traitor and either are you. We just have to accept this fate and make the best of it," he said sadly hoping she would listen to him a bit.
"Xion, Axel is just doing as he is told. He doesn't want to get hurt either," he walked around the room to make sure nothing was broken. "Well I'm still in one piece. Deep down inside Axel hates this too, but he doesn't wear his feelings on his sleeve like I tend to do," he sat back down with her and touched her back. "I'll be all right. This isn't the worse I've ever gotten."
Blah!!!!!??? Huh? *scratches head*
"Who?" He couldn't remember or maybe at times he was one to forget things easily. Whatever the matter he didn't like seeing the two girls fight. Looking past them he felt the energy of Larxene and Zexion wondering what they were doing here and working together? That was unreal. "Larxene, Zexion maybe you guys can explain why you're both here and why these two girls are attacking one of another?" he called to them both.
(OOC: Those two are nothing but bullies. LOL I'm going to enjoy this. And yes Demyx can summon his element without the use of his sitar people. *rubs hands together*) Just as expected and the reason for him to hold two accountable for onto a list of others he would see never getting their hearts back. How could these jerks be so cruel? Demyx was purposely testing them and just as he predicted they all failed. The senior members were a bore to him talking like such hypocrites in a way, but then again all the members were. It was entertaining in a way to see what snide remarks would come out of their mouths. Pushing Vexen near the edge and having the scientist want to attack him was what the nocturne had expected and upon this action he snapped his fingers signaling his dancers and some dusks to take on the first assault if there had been one. Taking his feet off the table he stood up being fully alert. "For someone who is supposed to be so cold you really do have a hot temper when insulted. You should be used to the fact that none of us younger members respect you," he held up his hand commanding a dancer to be close to the shield protecting himself in the meantime while keeping his distance. Luckily the dancer did not have to sacrifice its life for Xaldin had stopped Vexen. As he listened to Xaldin he couldn't help, but roll his eyes from his speech. He knew Xaldin dispised him. It wasn't anything new to him at all. Let him waste his breath of needless words until he was blue in the face. If there was anything that Demyx knew about the members it was to be cautious, but also stand your ground in order to surive against your enemies and currrently Vexen and Xaldin were his enemies for threatening his life. Smiling he sighed not showing any fear at the moment for he would never live it down if he ran away like they expected. No, it was time to face these brutes and leave them with their mouths open. He would teach them to ever judge him again especially by appearances. "I didn't know you were Vexen's parrot Xaldin. Can't he speak for himself or is he so wet that he's shivering? Wake up! We're all replaceable especially ones that threaten other members' lives and if you touch me you're going to have to watch out for Axel and the boss. You see the superior sent me a note and warned me of what is happening and he can't afford to lose me right now. He's going to need all the help he can get and you know it. My element is very powerful and it is the essential of life. Without it you all would perish." He stood straight and bold looking up at the taller member, critisism creeping itno his voice. "I'm sure you would of loved to get rid of me for good, but you see that's never going to happen. Roxas proved it and so did Xioimara. Roxas was willing for the boss to kill him too if something happened to me and we all know how important Roxas is to the boss right?" he rose his eyebrows keeping his focus on Xaldin. "You're nothing, but talk so go ahead and strike me down. We'll see what happens to you rather quickly once word spreads that I'm gone, but"... His azure orbs slanted to narrow slits as he summoned forth his water, "You're not going to get the chance for I can still cause damage without the use of my weapon that could cause you and the old kook a definate hearing loss and make your eardrums bleed or even explode," his voice had deepened and he remained deadly serious his dancers ready upon his command to attack if need be. "You can't get rid of me that easily like you think because there is more to me then meets the eye," he summoned forth his water in a display, errupting up hot steam from the ground nearly scorching them with its scalding intense vapors. Now being protected by his wall of boiling water shooting forth he let his voice be heard. "That crack about me being worse then Larxene is not going to fly with me either. She fought that creep Xeltic till her body nearly gave out all because of her damn pride and you call that smart? Boy are you guys dumb. Being smart is someone who can walk away and admit defeat for a period of time. Showing fear is a sign of delayed wisdom for I'm not stupid to nearly get myself killed like her, but that's Larxene for ya. She has to prove something because she is a female and reality shes scared to death inside. Lame I know, but you two are the lamest since you can't touch me right now and couldn't without getting severe burns from it," he pointed at them, his hand reaching through the water to prove his point that any water temperature did not affect him. "So how does it feel to be the outside looking in? How does it feel to be helpless right now? When I do get my sitar back which will be soon hopefully if we have a fight on our hands, you two better shut your mouths or I'll do something so unbelieving painful you'll wish you never ticked me off. Maybe drowing will be a suitable demise. I don't know. I haven't thought about that yet, but it will be devastating since water is indeed more dangerous then wind or ice. Yeah I'm not this navie scared mouse you think Iam. There is a reason why I'm part of the notorious organization and let's just say I'm not who you think I'am. Ask Axel. He can give you details of what I'm capable of." Gazing at Lexeaus he didn't have any hatred towards him and knew how strong the power house was so leaving his promise at that, he signaled for his dancers to surround them in case any harm would come to him. With another snap another dancer returned with his cloak. Quickly placing it over what he was wearing, he wore it to protect himself against their elements if they decided to be stupid enough to retailate. If they were to battle, one of his options was in the castle talking to another and he would call upon him if need be. Demyx did not have his weapon, but he would last well enough to know when to keep progressing or back down for the time being until he did have an advantage. Placing his hand down, the steam dissapated slowly and he jumped on the table preparing for their next move keeping his distance from them as his dancers closed in ready to attack once commanded to. "So what is it going to be?" the agile youth picked up a chair and held it in his arms ready to strike them with it, his grip destroying the wood from the intense water pressure forming around him. "Are you going to be stupid enough to fight me and have your flesh peel off your bones or am I going to have to call Axel and you can truly see what a true fighter and executioner can do?" he held the chair in one hand and lifted up his hand in a fist for another summoning of his dancer to the exact location to where Axel was to inform him of what was happening. "Come on," he edged him forward gesturning his hand at Vexen knowing he would be the first to lose it from what he showed earlier. "Make my night," steam burst again, a geyser spraying himself as the water absorbed into him giving him more strength to endure and power to release.
(OOC: Ok a lot going on so I will respond accordindly.) Before Demyx could answer Claire, this new girl, Kathy had swung her weapon at her obviously hating her for some reason. How did Claire know about him and what he was and who was this other girl attacking? Stepping back he watched the fight begin until he felt the presences of other members in his own organization. Holding his sitar in one hand he observed black fire come forth from the oppsing girl who seemed to hate Claire. "Ok here..." he rose his voice. "What is going on here? Who are you people?" he pointed to Claire and Kathy.
(OOC: I'm going to assume it's real late or early morning like 1am or something?) It was useless. His body was not letting him get one wink of sleep. It just wasn't the same sleeping on the couch compared to his nice warm bed. The room he was in was vast and spacious from the eye to see that had a creepy notion to it. It did not feel warm and snug like his bedroom, extremely inviting and pleasure; his sanctuary from the chaos of the organization. Wishing he had his sitar, he could easily pacify himself to sleep with a few ballads helping him keep his mind at ease. That was not an option for it was elsewhere locked away awaiting for its true owner to rescue it. No matter how much he wanted to he had a feeling that Xemnas held some power over it and that if he did find it, it could easily be taken away again. No, he had to earn it and that was easier said then done. How could he earn it back if he couldn't fight without it? Sure he could summon his element without the aide of his instument, but it just wasn't the same. His sitar was in his soul, the music it produced and created with his lively words and simple calm touches of each varierty of string meant nothing like no other. What sort of task could he a failure impress the Superior of the organization with? It just wasn't fair, but life wasn't and that was just the way things were. Pulling back his blanket, he grumbled hearing the voices of the senior menbers seated in the kitchen at the table he presumed. Couldn't those seniors keep down their racket and what was Xaldin so cross about? The windbag had no reason to complain? Did he get beat by someone from the other organization? What the hell was going on so late anyway? Starring back into the darkness he was interupted from a sorceror that had handed him a note. Taking the note, he read the latest news rising his eyebrows that what had taken place. "What? Now I'm stuck here for sure," he sighed crinkling up the wad of paper and tossing at the sorcerror's head. "The boss is so what's the word paranoid?" he looked away giving the lower servant a disturbed look signaling for it to leave. The sorcerer had done its work informing him of the new agenda leaving him in a foul mood. "This is so unfair. I don't see anyone attacking us? I will never understand anything that goes around here," he shrugged his shoulders taking light of the situation. Deciding to get up from his spot on the couch to see what the commotion was about, he left his blanket sprawled out as he wandered down the halls towards the kitchen, his bare chest nearly exposed from the wrap of the sheek black robe that had loosened when he arose. Scratching the back of his neck, his footsteps were soft as they echoed down the hall. Yawning he stepped into the kitchen his hair a bit messed up as if he had rolled out of bed. Getting a glass of water for himself, he carried it with him and sat in his seat at the table drinking it gradually. Looking up at the three senior members, he noticed the clock on the wall that read close to the next day. Sighing out loud, he layed his head on the table trying to stay awake the best he could as he looked at the crumbs of the bananna nut muffin on Vexen's plate. Perking his head up a bit, he arched his neck to the left and right getting the kinks out of it. Next he drummed his fingers on the table in a bored fashion as he watched them eat their food. Not knowing what was going on with those three, he opened his mouth slightly took another gulp from his water and spoke in a tired manner. "So what are you guys still doing up? Don't you know what time it is? I'm trying to sleep down here and you guys are blabbing away without a care in the world and Xaldin seemed to be very defensive over something," his eyes peered at the whirlwind lancer. "So what are you so upset about anyway?" He waited for his answer starring at Lexaeus this time. "And where the hell have you been? Causing earthquakes again with your massive weight?" he chuckled drinking the rest of his water, his attention focusing on Vexen, his tone serious. "And don't forget I forgot about you. You put some lame purple shield over your lab so no one can get in there and mess up whatever you made. It was a good thing Axel stole one of your potions and gave it to me because you didn't and you're an ass for telling me to drop dead. I won't forget that," he pointed at him raising up his hand and getting the scientist wet. "That's only the beginning iceman," he stretched out his feet on the table being the younger member self indulged in his remarks testing to see how the older ones would deal with his lack of manners from being tired, annoyed, and bothered by the grave news that stripped him of his freedom.
"Uh huh," he nodded watching the boss leave. "So now what?" he hugged his knees gazing up at Axel and Xion. "Looks like we're stuck here?" he sighed out loud.
I'm going to go ahead and start my post with your rpg.
Demyx was caught unaware that someone was speaking to him. Didn't she knew who he was? Wasn't she afraid? Turning to her, he starred for a few seconds before standing up. "Who are you? Aren't you afraid of me? Don't you know what we do?" he hung his head hating to admit that he did take hearts and that she would run away from him.
(OOC: Ok, I read what is going which is why I haven't posted until now.) Getting out of doing missions was one of Demyx's specialities. He didn't know where all the members were and it didn't faze him since he was being left alone, not bothered by anyone. Chuckling to himself by playing hooky, he walked alongside of a beach, the breeze blowing through his hair. "What a bunch of suckers," he thought to himself. Sitting down on a rock he began to play his sitar with ease not looking up once as the residents of Destiny Island fled knowing an organization member was present.
Demyx knelt to the ground, his body inflicted with pain that was insufferable. "Yeow! I was doing you a favor boss! I didn't want her to keep running away from us. I would never betray the organization. You didn't need to hurt her which is why I interfered. I thought you were going to kill her. She doesn't understand what is going on and she is scarred from hounding her and scared to death of you," he gritted his teeth tears spewing from his eyes. "Xion needs a friend who she can trust and I seem to be the most friendly in this organization. He tried to get up. "Ok so I ran, but other then that I didn't do anything wrong."
Feeling like a punching bag in the breeze, he dropped his mouth open being appalled by the cruel words. "Oh come on... This isn't fair," he complained. "I just ran away; so what? The boss was to hurting Xion and I needed to protect her and this is what I get? Did I miss something here?"
"What? Hey!" He pouted and crossed his arms stubbornly until he felt his body being pushed forward. Falling to his knees, he stood up and looked for a way to escape. He could not face Xemnas right now especially not in front of Xion or Axel.
