Naminé blinked, a bit startled when Roxas began to run out the front doors, a hopeful shine glittering in his cerulean eyes after what he said processed in her mind correctly. Tilting her head, she stared at the boy with understanding, and somewhat of a forlorn look as she frowned, remembering how much those three had meant to him, data or not. It was always the wish of a normal life, she knew, and she hated to halt him from trying to gain it. While he learned to accept his fate within Sora, and appeared happy with the decision, she also knew it was something he never wanted deep inside. But, the truth is, they had a reason to come back, by someone, to even Riku Replica being affected, and something might be set for them. They might be, even, being used already, and she didn't know how this will end. And as much as she truthfully disliked the thought, they belonged to Sora and Kairi. Yet...the chance of having a life, other than the ones they had before, ones that were better left alone, was sort of tempting, when she knew better. She doubted she could change Roxas's mind, and the best route was to go with him, to at least avoid crucial matters. Hearing his voice as if on cue, she saw him stop to wait for her, pleading for her to go with him, and almost naturally, she took a step forward, before reminding herself of Riku Replica. She didn't want to abandon him and leave him alone this way when he just came back, it was quite cold to do, and cupping her hands together, she eyed Roxas with a heartening stare, "Can...can he come with us? I promise, he won't be of any trouble..." Naminé hoped he understood, and, with him not being the real Riku, there wasn't any clear trouble, especially since he seemed less angry with him. "If something happened, we could all stick together."
OOC: Why were you wanting to quit?
"For now, we have no witnesses to call. Is not like we will miss the chance of having to decide on one, so it will happen when ready. If the prosecution wants to, they can call up their next witness, if need be," Janexna replied, too busy eating and drinking, that she didn't notice there was a hold up. If Xelax wanted somebody in the seat, they still had the opportunity granted. For now, though, might as well let it continue until then.
OOC: You know, I wonder how a Disney Cruise RP, had turned all EMO? xD Seriously. Second, there are more girls than Larxene and Shigiku. There's Angel, though I think that's for Zexion, and there's Tiffany, a girl Axel had met in the ship and hooked up with for a few days, and had a one night stand with, considering, he doesn't get any action living with twelve men. And Larxene...is Larxene. She'd probably cut it off just by getting near her. As for what DS explained with Axel and Marluxia, that was the triangle plan, and I guess it might get revived again by you. YAY! And to make it clear, Axel does like Larxene :P (attracted, as well, considering he was checking her out just recently, remember?) , it was kind of hinted (something I'm doing for now, also) when Naminé teased him back then when he taunted her about Roxas. He's just in normal and deep denial, and can't see it yet. DR. EVIL! Here is the story so far! For what is happening, there was a heavy storm, and in that heavy storm, a tsunami took place (yet the real reason was a earthquake in the sea floor), and capsized the ship upside down. Tiffany is with them, and she has psyhic powers, able to move things with her mind, and she's in charge of the suticases for that reason to ease the baggage, and still likes Axel (though nothing that serious like love, though she is easily envious). They met again when the storm was still going on, by the way, and brought her with him (and she's getting to know that the Org. were some beings with power, though she still doesn't understand). Trying to get out by walking as the ship is sinking, because PORTALLING is unable to be used, because of the body of water (you can't portal under water, and being surrounded by it without land, affects it), and is much worse now that the ship is going down. They climbed up a elevator shaft to get by, that can lead them to the bottom (now the top) of the ship, where the opening of the propellers are in the cruise. They all climbed (I dragged Marluxia, since Pyro left him with the group), which consists of Roxas, Zexion, Axel, Shigiku, Naminé, Larxene, Tiffany, Phisoxa, and of course, Marluxia. Xaldin and Demyx are part of them, though they stayed, Demyx to keep the water from rising, and Xaldin for...I don't know. Another group, that had Jack, and Fire's characters, went through a air vent, and they all met at the same floor once they reached it. Axel wasn't happy seeing Jack, and pinned him to the wall with his chakram by the neck, and Xengla (a character of Fire, who is a Nobody. Originally, she was Angel, though there was a Heartless attack before on the ship, and she lost her Heart there, turning into a Nobody, Xengla, as named by Axel, ironically, who hates her as she's different from Angel, who was his close friend), trying to help her friend, slashed Axel's already sprained arm (because Shigiku almost fell when climbing, as she was been carried in Axel's back, and he had to catch her), leaving it fully broken and useless. And bleeding. Shigiku, trying to stop the fight, pulled on Axel's hand because while she disliked Jack for kiling her parents (Axel was busy cutting Xengla's stomach for attacking him, making her now fade away in death, and come back as Angel. The only reason she came back was because of Nomura's interview, with the Heartless killed first, then the Nobody, blah, blah, if you heard of it), she didn't want Axel to kill anyone, and she slipped backwards, heading through the entrance of the elevator shaft, falling a second time, and Jack, now free when Axel's focused that attack as said on Xengla, acted quickly and saved her, though he also fell over as he hung on with one hand, the other having Shigiku on the bottom. Roxas, Zexion, and Axel, tried to help, and while Shigiku got back safe, Jack didn't, and slip off to his death, falling down, down. Though he was forgiven by both Shigiku and Axel before he passed away. That's where we are now, and if you want to, can look back to get a better feel of what I'm saying, since it's ALL on recent pages, if the time is there to read or skim through it. For Shigiku's story, I'll make it as short as possible, as well as for anyone who were lost in the explanation. When the little girl appeared, she had lost her memories, something that Naminé and Axel (who met her later and bonded strongly with the kid) fixed around the time as days passed on the cruise. With that, the more her memories came back and Naminé worked on returning them to her, the more they discover what happened to her. Jack, who had a daughter (Shigiku's best friend) and wife, was a good friend to Shigiku's parents. One day, Jack found his family killed, murdered by someone unknown, and Shigiku's father, was framed, as someone left his jacket to put the blame on him. Jack, furious, upset distraught, and for the need of revenge, went and killed Shigiku's parents in turn, throwing the girl in the ocean where she hit her head, and this is how Naminé found her when they reached Disney's private island. Shigiku didn't remember what happened to her parents, as she was knocked out accidentally before she could see, so even with her memories recovered, she didn't know where they were or what happened (Axel and Naminé, because of it, didn't either, so they guessed they were still alive, as the truth was hidden). Helping, Axel and Naminé went to search for them and find clues, and they used Shigiku's memories of her life with her parents instead to figure out scenes that led to the tragic end. It turns out that Jack was in the cruise, being spotted. In the end, when Axel confronted Jack, he admitted to murdering them, and putting the bodies in a freezer right there on the very ship, and so they retrieved them, and put them in the infirmary, in a cold refrigerator where dead bodies are placed. Shigiku now knew the truth, as well as seeing her dea parents face to face, and hated Jack for it. Axel hated him more, and warned that the next time he saw him, he was literally going to die by his hands. Is more complicated, so you might feel confused at missing pieces, but this is the quickie. Howver, once Jack had seen what he had done, and Axel explained to him that it was a misunderstanding as he retold that it was not Shigiku's parents's fault for the death of his own family. He felt bad, guilty, regretful, repented, apologized, etc. He was a good guy deep down, and when the accident in the elevator shaft happened, he risked his life and saved Shigiku, dying a very sacrificial and dramatic death. Shigiku and Axel have a very tight father/daughter relationship, as you will see, if you haven't. And that, my friend, is the complete summary. Someone save this xD. I'll reply later.
Tifa was about to explain, wanting someone else's opinion of who wasn't there to tell her what was right and wrong, but before she could, Angel suddenly wished her good luck and to feel better, and then went to leave, making her blink in surprise for a moment. Not to offend, but she was acting very oddly. Seeing Zexion there, and of course, knowing him, with them being in the same group and a personal friend of Axel, Demyx and Roxas, she smiled, not wanting to bring him into the problem. Tifa rather preferred a girl's comment, than a guy's, though, he might help with the chest dilemma. Only if he wanted to. She wasn't going to force him. When she felt Aerith soothe her again, she laid her head on the girl's shoulder tiredly. Denise just stared at the girl's back, shaking her head, her words not fazing her just as her punches did. They had thought she was a whore, one that lived for sex in the way of a common hooker, which she was greatly misjudged for. Axel was her first, with one else after who was her boyfriend, and that's it. The guy probably had took other girls' virginities if he was actually sober enough to give a damn, or be aware of it. Not that it was his to blame, because it took two. That Rei had no idea what she was heading for with him, because old habits die hard. She had done and said what was needed, and whatever happens to them, or their life, to each his own. Standing with the help of her friends, she once more told them she was okay, as they began to walk, into the crowd, and out. He had walked, walked, and walked, not stopping, not knowing the destination, just wanting and needing to rashly flee away from the crowd, the scene, the people, his body numb with outrage, aggravation, resentment, spite, bitterness, self-hatred, while his mind was exploring thoughout rather forgotten memories of the immoral actions he had done, and had just recently stopped. He had also vented, and vented, all of it out as he made his way through whatever path his legs were taking him, punching and kicking, and ripping at anything that was within his reach to destroy, to the point of even setting fire to anything that was abandoned, his face feeling tight and hard, and ardent tears spilling from his eyes until he was sufficiently satisfied. When his brain was finally able to focus on the surroundings rather than his inner turmoil that was wrecking him much more than need be, he found himself on a off-hand, wooden, creaking boardwalk dipping a far path direct into the sea, away from the main walkway. And he was aware that this was used for those who fished, though it was empty as the sky had finally darkened, appearing abandoned, with nothing, but water circling it. Axel just glanced back over his shoulder, noting that he was a long distance from the shore as the evening ocean breeze fluttered across his face and hair, the lights on the center path where everything was settled, even the amusement park, seeming miles away. Had he ran, to get this far? In the end, he didn't even bother to question it any longer, he was...he just felt so jaded, so exhausted, his past starting to haunt him in the worst of ways that could ever happen in front of anyone. It was like the whole world heard his sins when Denise, that hateful wench, announced it for Rei and all to hear. He felt dirty, tainted, and worthless, and simply just wanting to rest in this obscure and hidden privacy he found himself in. He slumped to his knees, gazing out into the waves of the ocean as he was situated in the pin-point and end of this lone boardwalk, wiping his eyes from his otherwise damp face as his own self afflicted agony drench him. Slamming a fist on the floor again as something of small fury left sparked his nerve, he noted that it now hurt painfully, and seeing it sparked with blood from all the damage he had caused for it when he examined his hand, along with the other, he slipped down, laying his body on the wooden made walk, his eyes reflecting on the appearing stars above him in the ebony coveted veil. He was a nasty thing, he thought, disgusted. He hasn't really changed. He knew his drinking hadn't fully stopped, grasping that he had some liquor stuffed and put away in his dorm for no one to find, and had visibly brought one out to spike the punch back in the school dance. He still went to clubs, got into fights and battles, had a run in with drugs, and the only thing he had rightfully settled was the constant sex, something, that while others enjoyed, wasn't something he missed. He had hurt Larxene, someone who for once, was a girl that could matter and mean something to him, who he truly liked, and who fit his interests, yet also be different from him. He felt like he was leading Rei on, and now was attracted to her to add salt, and she knew the person, somewhat, that he didn't want anyone to be aware of ever existing. Axel did not even know how he could meet her eye to eye with a straight face, or just plainly look at her at all. He couldn't say he wasn't the same person, because that would be a lie. In truth, he wouldn't blame her if she stopped interacting with him. He was a complete nutcase and problem child. Why...why did this had to happen, on a nice day where he was suppose to relax and enjoy himself? The worries of coming back to the school for what reason it may have been, Denise, everything. Why now? What had he done? Turning to his side, his eyes blurring as they stung, he shifted his sight on the flowing water again, only to then close them as his eyelids shut, wanting to be forgotten for the while.
OOC: How come? If Xengla dies, and she'll return on her own in the natural way of the game in the end no matter, except wake up somewhere in the ship (preferably on the path the rest are heading for), why do it another? Unless..I don't know >.>. Is up to you.
OOC: AHHHHHHHHH! NUUUUUU! TT^TT And I also forgot how hot Jack was. Aww, but in honesty, I think this was a good end for him. I will explain more through Axel. As for Roxas, Zexion, and Axel, they will be quite busy, with being more involved with Jack's death and getting him up, Shigiku, etc. (I still have to write the reactions), so I don't know. Those can figure out what happened to her after, and take it all in. Though, Rexwand can alert everyone... Zexion tried to hold on, but it takes two to do it right, and Jack's grip wasn't as strong as his was, he was slowly slipping, as hard as he tried to hold on to him. When he had slid off with his feet, it almost made him fall over, but he caught himself in time to not let go. He didn't understand, especially when he began talking to Shigiku in that tone, one, that despite having no heart to feel, he understood extremely well. It was here, that Zexion had known the decision Jack was placing, and if there was no Will to live, or if it was passive, then he could not truly save him, no matter what he can do. Despite this, he somehow kept trying, perhaps if the man changes his mind, preparing himself of what he predicted will happen. Roxas, besides him, however, while getting the sound of his voice, was attempting to avoid it from happening. It wasn't much longer, even when he was grabbing on as his strength allowed him to, that he felt Jack slip from his fingers, the hold loosening of what Roxas had warned him about. In silent reverie and shock, he watched the man fall from his eyes farther from him below, knowing that the elevator itself had been stuck on the top floors, and while getting filled with water, the end wasn't something he didn't want to see. Reverting his eyes away and heading back inside from the shaft, he blocked out any sound. Even he wasn't able to take the tragic finish of it all. He gasped when Jack was suddenly falling from what seemed to be a high hope of him making it, and his eyes squinted sadly in unshed tears as he gazed at the man falling downwards, feeling himself getting nauseated at witnessing this, his body numb and feeling scattered. Yet, what stunned him the most was the serene expression on Jack's face, even when he was going to die and falling in high speed feets upon feets of lengths, and he just shook his head, pondering if this was something he wanted. Looking away in terror, he shot back away from the entrance as well, turning his head to the side to just stare at the floor as one drip of water flowed down his cheek. He had...never seen such a thing, such a act, and... This couldn't be happening. Something in Axel jumped as he watched Jack slip, almost in slow motion on his eyes after Shigiku and him spoke, and how she had forgiven him. Taking in a breath, as he knew what was to happen to him, in the same way of Zexion's thoughts, he scrambled up more near Shigiku, grabbing her by the waist to pull her back with his one arm, as she had gotten away to make a move of forgiveness herself. However, for once, he didn't want the girl to see the way Jack will die, let alone hear it, so he quickly pressed her face into his chest, more on the side to cover one ear, while his hand held her in place and covered the other, bowing his head sadly as water kept spilling from his eyes, though they were less now. He twitched when the small splash resonated, and the slight, barely able to be heard thump, and he bit his lip. Axel didn't want to know if there was blood below, if the water managed to capture the fall, but he just closed his eyes in respect for the man as he passed away. Letting free the child a little as the worst was over, both sitting on the floor, he sighed. This was hell. "H-He seemed peaceful...he was...very...I don't know, his face was glad..." Roxas muttered out weakly, his eyes shaking, some more tears pouring out after they gave Jack a moment of silence. He couldn't really see that, when all was said and done, one of them did die, and had to end his life, and he now knew Jack to be a good man, rather than a cruerl murderer. There was always a need to look in depth at a person, to understand. Is the same way nobody understood them. Who were refused of the light and dark, and had no place to be in, but in between. He hung his head, still overly affected by the whole thing. Axel remained silent, though as he fluttered his eyes to stare at his best friend without much hope or shine, knowing in the end, that he was still a kid, and had never seen that type of death before. It seems they were all forced to grow up too fast. Opening his mouth, he went to say, or mutter, in a croak, "Perhaps, he can be with his family now, to see them, and join them. As well as Shigku's, and he can get his forgiveness from them as well. He can rest in peace...I know he will. After all, we know what happens when we lose our hearts, not when we truly die and where our soul goes..." His voice seemed to leave him there, not able to go on any longer, as he embraced and soothed the crying little girl now.
OOC: In the Wal-Mart RP, Pika can also play Demyx really well. "I suppose that sums it up..." Naminé responded timidly, knowing that Roxas never really knew about what truly went on in Castle Oblivion, though she didn't find the need to explain thoroughly. And she was hesitant, knowing Axel's role in it, and not wanting to taint the image of his best friend, because, she was positive Roxas had never seen that side of Axel before. Hanging on to the blond's arm still, just in case, though it was weak, her gaze rested on the Riku Replica. She had known of her actions, and she felt guilty by looking at him, though on the bright side of things, he seemed to be...stable. Not wrought by the memories she was forced to place on him, and was more himself, as himself can be. Feeling a little awkward, regretful, she coudn't place it, she shifted her eyes, only to gaze back on Roxas, putting a small smile in a attempt to relax him. She had the feeling of saying something to this Riku, though it wasn't the proper time, she figured. "I honestly, don't know how we got back, or out of Sora and Kairi. But I agree, that there must be a reason, or that something made us be our own again. We couldn't have done this ourselves. I just don't know what kind of importance we have...or even whether to go back to Destiny's Islands, if we can..." She almost feared that suggestion, knowing that the real Riku was there, and not wanting Roxas to launch himself at him too. Naminé hoped he understood Riku's reason, for helping his best friend, and while he was kind of cold to the days in the data world, without much thought of Nobodies, he had grown to learn his own opinion. And became much better with them for it. And she thought that Roxas had learn to accept his fate, though she also couldn't really blame him for having some bitterness left over for what happened before. Violence wasn't talking, however. And there was a better option. "I'll be waiting here, then," Xemnas called out as Xigbar made his stance to go, pondering over if they should get the sleepers out of here, or if it was really worth the work without exactly how much their castle had changed. They seemed fine, so far, and it was best to keep them rounded in a specific room. He also had, after all, sensed some type of darkness that resided here before they reappeared, and it was questionable if someone made their premises when they were gone. "As far as I know, the members of the basement were not in on this with us, so if you're talking about traitors being betrayed, maybe you should question Axel's actions more, if you made the mistake of keeping him when you have no idea what really went on in that damn castle!" Larxene snapped behind Xigbar's back as he left, enraged, though she didn't say much else, knowing Xigbar had some kind of point in the end of it all. She just hated the fact that they were all they might have. This group of people. No, creatures. Nobodies. Who half, if at all, did not care for one another enough, despite the fact that it was the lack of Hearts that made the reason for it. It still didn't quell the dark remnants Axel had left her back then, waiting to give back tenfold so ardently, and she should've known. Xemnas and Xigbar weren't ones to understand. She really didn't think her animosity was a facade, as it was so called, but she was aware that it would meet deaf ears. It wasn't just that Axel had double-crossed them in their plan rather than the effect, yet she did not bother to to focus on it. Leaning her back on the wall, she gave a slight, bored look at Axel on the floor, wondering if he was going to act on what she had done, and kind of wanting him to so she can have a excuse to fulfill her thirst. She had a nagging on her mind to check out her room, whether it was still there, or whether her things were left untouched, yet on the move to Castle Oblivion, half of her belongings were still on her other room of that castle, seeing as they all got new resting quarters in the process. Could she go? Part of her wanted to get her items back, but another part of her wanted to avoid the memories there to be relived. Though now that she really thought about it, Larxene was curious just how Axel met his end. "While I am wanting to know the truth of Castle Oblivion, as we were suspicious of Axel being the only one to return coincidentially, even more as I know Zexion, Vexen, and Lexaeus personally, what agenda, or problem, you have with him, can be taken care of in a appropiate time, if you are civil enough to wait. Right now, Xigbar had a made a good reason. While we may have hidden tension between us, we are here together, there's a place for everything, and this is not it. We need to figure how we got back, for what reason, and by whom, and the figure what to do from there. Understand this, Larxene," Xemnas stated blankly, locking the female in a intense and warning gaze, before lingering on Axel. He had been wanting to know what he had kept hidden when detailing them about what occurred, but knowing he would never outright admit it, and that the members present were gone, he had no sure chance of getting a proper reenactment. But as said, in the appropiate time.
Larxene continued her administration, slowly beginning to unbutton his pants as Axel roamed around her back, making her smile at the feel. Her body moved in a way to ask for more, and wanting more than this, though when she felt his lips close to her ear, his hot, humid breathing fluttering around it, it sent a shiver down her spine, though what he said kind of made her blink her hazy and lustful eyes. It didn't ruin or lower the pleasure of what he was doing, more so as he went to pass the curve to reach her protruding bottom below her back, but it did make her think. So...that wasn't just her? Focusing on his printed touches on her skin, she also focused her ears on any sounds that weren't created by them, and she did hear a sudden swoosh. Putting herself to greater leverage by settling herself more comfortably on top of him to see behind her hidden, shutting her eyes as she groaned to play along, her eyes only slightly opened back steadily to spy on what was going on, and all she spotted was a black portal, and she could clearly see somenone, though not knowing who, setting what seemed to be a camera. Closing them back again, in a frown this for her privacy being invaded in this way, and slightly getting pissed the way she knew how, her kisses and suckling began to be more heated on his neck, directing it to the back of it as she bit softly, so it was close, yet not quite, to his ear. It was more on his shoulder, but she went to pretend she was getting more turned on, not that she wasn't anyway, and went to give a tiny groan at him with a breath, low enough and in a whisper that only he was capable of hearing and understanding with a enticing smirk, "Make it burn..." It was vague, and it could fit with what he was doing as a sign to give her more, but Larxene was sure he was aware of what she was getting at him to do. Whoever was there, Demyx or another, they needed to be rid of, and if she had to help, so be it. They could do it from the couch easily without having to move at all. Now she was aware that she was going to have to secure her home from portalling peeping toms and perverts by blocking it. How sweet.
OOC: I was only following the character Axel was, he wouldn't let that slash go unpunished, especially as it was Xengla, who he has a bad impression with, and was angry. And Xengla can come back, as Angel. If a Heartless is killed first, and then the Nobody later, you can go back to being whole, as said by Nomura himself. Considering the Heartless killing on the ship before, Angel can wake up somewhere around the cruise if you wish it to, and there, Axel actually did you a half favor. I thought you wanted Angel back, right?... By the way, DS, since Shigiku is a White Mage to be, do you think she can Heal yet? Axel, waited with bated breath when Shigiku began to climb, praying, and praying to something, anything, for her to make it safe. He literally felt sick to his stomach as he watched the girl reach for him, but still not high enough to grab him. He lowered his arm as much as he could fathom, just wanting Shigiku safe most of all, and when he felt Roxas coming beside him, as the little girl grasped his outstretched hand, in which he held her so tight that he thought he was going to break her small hand, with his friend's help, they both pulled her up, sliding her into the floor, and out of danger. Letting out quick breaths, his eyes wet and almost about to tear, with his one good arm that thankfully was alright, he tenderly and carefully lifted her up from the ground, and crushed her into a very hard, but loving hug, cradling her against him and digging his face into her hair as he closed his eyes, glad that she was alright. More than glad. Axel didn't know just how much more he could take of this. He hadn't one ounce of rest at all ever since the loss of Angel, his old room was being knocked down and people bothering him, the suffering of Shigiku's memories, then finding her parents, only to find them dead, meeting Jack, their murderer, who now helped save her, watching their dead bodies, bringing them back to the infirmary, which was probably drenched in sea water by this point, then having the ship attacked by Heartless, then Heartless Ansem's appearance. Then when things were kind of looking up, the freaking tsunami had to tip them over, they had much more people than they can handle, they were stuck in this ship, they had to go up a dangerous elevator shaft with not much to hold on, Shigiku fell two times by now, she had a fever, Jack again, his left arm was battered, slaughtered, lifeless, broken, and bleeding, and now this. If this was someone's thought of a vacation, it was a sick joke at its finest. And he was so tired. Of everything. Axel didn't notice when the tears had slipped down his cheeks under his eyelids, yet he didn't really care anymore as all took a toll on him. He wanted out of this ship. Now more than ever. Staring up a slightly from Shigiku's head when he reopened his eyes, settling them on Jack, he felt the need to help, but really, Zexion and Roxas were more fitting and versatile now than he was at the moment. Either way, as they began to pulll him up and he caught his face, he lingered on it for a while, not exactly knowing what to make of him, but in the end, knew what he had just done. He gave a him a understanding nod, mouthing out to him a "Thank you" as he held the girl in his arm. Axel just wondered, if Shigiku will ever forigve him... "Try to give me your other hand!" was what Roxas yelled at Jack as Zexion was busy, surprisingly in a strong grip, sliding the guy upwards with the one hand he had, and the other was lowered under his arm pit for better lift. Roxas just stretched out his own arm to catch the other hand if Jack tried to reach him, because, there was no clear way to bring him back to safety with one arm only being pulled on, with the rest of his body weight making it heavier. While he was also helping him climb by grabbing a part of his upper body as well, if that wasn't enough, he needed Jack's other hand so they can reel him in properly. It was working by itself for the while, though, but really... Jack needed to grab Roxas's hand. He had never been in this type of situation before, and it kind of scared him. In fact, not kind of, he was scared. Anything could go wrong, and he had to remind Jack, "Whatever you do, don't slip on anything or loosen your grip on us! Do not lose your grip most of all."
OOC: My bad for lasting so long. I have this freaking cold, and my one eye hurts >.>. By the way, I'm just going to make up a reason as to why Naminé can pop and hide her sketch pad and get it from mid-air (no unsual in KH), with the same way the Org. summons their weapons. I have no idea, otherwise xP. Naminé had since long recovered her sketch pad within the nonexistence of which it came, not needing ito use it at the moment, and remained in the marble, white room silently, concentrating. With her eyes still shut, they snapped open with a breath when she sensed the two meet just at the bottom, and as quickly as she could, ran, opening the door, not bothering to close it as it was left behind her. Atop the the stairs, her sight rested on with surprise at the boys fighting below her right now, and if it wasn't for the fact that one of them was the Riku Replica, she would've gone down sooner if not from the shock. She had noted the familiar presence, but never did predict it to be real in some form. Hearing the words spat, and the weapons clash, her eyes quivered sadly at the scene, not liking animosity of this level, and while it was unexplainable to her at how he had come back, she scurried down the stairs as her body stopped being frozen with the appearance, reaching the floor, and heading straight at the battle, claiming with worry at the misunderstanding, "Please! Stop! Roxas, he isn't Riku!" She gently, but securely grabbed hold of the blond's arm with one hand to avoid him giving another blow, while the other hand was raised palm up at the Riku Replica to calm down pleadingly. Gazing at Roxas as her head turned to him, she went to explain, "He's not the real Riku, he's just a c-" Naminé paused herself, not really knowing what to really say, or to explain it in front of the Replica himself, as he was reasonably sensitive with the subject. She did not want to hurt him. In the end, with sigh, she just gave a light pressure for Roxas's arm to lower, her head looking down, saying softly for him to understand, "He's just...not the Riku you know..." "So it is connected, in the way that we have the liable reason to make it fact," Xemnas told, more to himself than the other two with him, as his thoughts once more travelled at the mystery of this happening. He wanted for the rest of the members to give their own recollections, in the act that they might have something different to present, while at the same time, he could not help but to consider the research kept to himself and the first five. They can perhaps find a answer there. No. He will find a answer. He just had to know where to begin. "So, that's it? We'll just wait for the others to wake to get more understanding, however long that may take?" Larxene recited in a unimpressed tone quite rudely, her expression bored, as her eyes half-lid to scout around her again in a redundant round. Truthfully, she wasn't sure what to do, or if she was even allowed to step back in, or even if she wanted to. However, reminding herself of a certain fact, her lips curled delightfully like poisoned honey, spotting a movement at the corner of her eye knowingly. He placed his gaze on her again, this time, with a visible frown present at the look on her face. Xemnas read her all too well. Especially, just as Axel was rising from his slumber. He did not know how to take another traitor coming to, yet he was resolute with the decision as he had said to himself. Nevertheless, he ignored the disruption. "I suppose, you can explore your old rooms, the castle, as I doubt you will find anything of interest here. I have myself even gone to walk around, only to come back and see you awake." His eyes studied her curiously, because he then went to add, with only a slight glance to the red haired man, "You can do what you wish." "In that case..." she sweetly trailed off, as she turned on her heel and stepped up to a certain grave not very far from hers, looking down at it maliciously, yet with a hidden hunger of revenge, at the person resting upon it, sitting right up and concious. Smiling ominously at the ideas in mind, she bent down in a graceful swagger, clenching a fistful of his red hair mercilessly, tight, and what would be painful, and lifting his head, along with a bit of his top body with it. No matter if he was awake or not, she did not fear him. The trip and action were done fairly quickly in a flash of a second while he was still trying to recollect his thoughts, her other hand sparklingwith electricity as her kunai appeared, closely swiping his neck tenderly, the sudden ache of hatred forming in her chest and stomach as she focused on this man, and the need to repay him back for what he done. Her hold got harder the more she stared at his annoying face. Might as well get rid of the trash while she can. If not, paint a picture to make it pretty. In glee, she finished, "...you wouldn't mind me playing around for a little, will you? Had a nice sleep, b@stard?" "It is wonder, if you will ever go over five minutes without entertaining yourself in your own special way," he had responded with blankly, uncaring and unconcerned about what she will do, as his eyes trailed her actions. And once more as ever, he did not feel any sort of care possible. The emptiness, so hollow. How long has he cared? However, if any punishment will be given, depending, it would be by him, and not anyone else. Surely, not by her. Not in his presence. Yet, it did peek a question, on why Larxene was making herself the delusion of having such hatred in her eyes. Her putting against Axel, of all members, was never a problem even in the time before, and he couldn't help, but ponder over what changed her previous judgement of him. Axel wasn't to be harmed in the end. "However, I would rather you find a new ornament for your joy. That would be a order." Larxene scowled, meeting with him defiantly. "And what if I don't?" "I know you're smarter than to ask that, Number XII." She gritted her teeth in silent fury, her eyes narrowing dangerously as her hands shook from the severity of it, but she did know better. She might be confident, but she wasn't stupid. Larxene just wondered why in the worlds would he halt her from giving the damn redhead a piece of her mind. And then some. Maybe for his personal pride. Either way, she didn't doubt that Xemnas will follow at the tone of threat that his sentence held. Shutting her mind as if to control herself, she straightened up, though her hand was still clasped on the locks on Axel's hair, pulling it up with her. Hating to do it, she slowly and begrudgingly made her weapons disappear, and the let go of the hold that she had on Axel purposefully, but not before backhanding Axel in a loud smack strogn enough tosent him reeling back The sound kind of satisfied her enough to get some sort of tiny retribution, though she was quite irritated at the man who held much greater power than her. If only. Though, deep inside, she really half expected for this to happen with the suggestion, and for Xemnas to deny her of it. Scowling, she simply glared. "Don't be surprised if something happens after this." Xemnas blinked at the deep mark that now rested on Axel's cheek, sighing mentally. "I dare say not. That will be enough."
OOC: ZOMG! ZOMG! Shi-chan protected Daddy! Kyaaaah! Kawaii ne =333. Cute. *coughs* Axel had blinked when Jack spoke, his dark expression and determination not changing, yet he narrowed his eyes even more, this time suspiciously. Why wouldn't Shigiku want him dead? Why wouldn't she be happy that the cruel murderer of her parents was gone? Focusing his mind on what the b@astard was up to, before he could reply, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his sprained arm, making him grunt in a hiss, as he shut his eyes hard when his eyes burned, the hand on his chakram now clasped and clawed to death from the anguish as his body tensed at the loud crack it made. He stayed that way as the worst of the excruciating throe and shock of his nerves gave way, leaving him with a tormented ache, beating, back and forth inside. As he heard Shigiku scream and a swoosh of something, he noticed that as he reopened his wet eyes that he was dripping blood, flowing from his arm, to his hand, and to the floor, making his body limb officially broken. And lifeless. And motionless. He couldn't even feel that arm anymore, except something hanging like a swing on a string. Well, ain't that a s***t? Berating himself for not paying attention to his surroundings to sense the attack, when he heard the culprit's voice, his green irises shrunk to the size of a needle's head, his jaw tightening as he slowly slid off with a metal clank his weapon off of Jack's neck in silent rage, having another target in mind, someone that had long had it coming. That. Little. Whor- He then felt his permanently useless, agonizing painful arm being pulled, just a bit only because of his skin that basically attached it, because the joint and bone surely weren't. Listening to Shigiku's plea, he gritted his teeth as his look quivered in indecision, more so because of the second pull, which sent him another jolt of pang. Even so, he wanted the blood of the one that got in the way, who made Angel disappear, and when he noticed the little girl had let go, unbeknownst to him the reason why, he speedily launched at Xengla, only watching her stand surprised as her gaze was directed somewhere else, but he didn't give a damn as the spikes of his chakram dug into the skin of her stomach, ripping it in a long gash of a cut across. It was there, however, that he had heard a cry and Jack yell, and alerted if he was doing something, he pulled back his now bloodied weapon as he turned around in overprotective mode, only to gape, stunned when he found Jack grasping on the edge of the floor outside in the elevator shaft, the child's cries coming from below. Dropping his chakram as it disappeared back to nonexistence, he ran so fast to the entrance in fright, that if he hadn't experienced sliding on his knees before, he would've slipped over comically into the shaft and fall. "Shigiku!!" Now crouching over them, his blood rushing in a fit of nervousness and trepidation as he saw the girl hang on Jack's hand, he didn't know what to do. Thanks to that meddling b*tch, his sprained arm, which he could've at least used for some leverage for the litte it moved, was completely limped, and he had no idea how to reach down to get Shigiku without launching over himself. While he had been shocked at Jack's save of her, he had no time to contemplate on that sacrifice as the child was hanging on by little else. So was Jack, but he only had ONE DAMN ARM HERE! Panicking, he knew one thought: that it was Shigiku he wanted to live than the other, and nodding at her if she could see him, he breathed out loudly in worry, "Y-yeah, Shigiku, try to crawl up. Do as he says. Remember? You-you did it before, right? Carefully..." With this, he laid and rested the front of his body on the ground, making his still alive arm stretch as long as it could without danger of him falling close to Shigiku, for her to grab on. Due to the events, and the second close time he was about to lose his daughter, in frustration, he boomed, as his head glanced back to the side at the others, who were staring in dismay and shock stupidly. "WHAT ARE YOU GAPING IDIOTS STANDING AROUND THERE FOR?!! HELP, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!! GOD GAVE YOU HANDS FOR A REASON! DO SOMETHING, USELESS MORONS!!! DAMMIT!" Zexion had merely just stared at the scenery, not at all surprised at Axel's action towards the man. Yet, when he sensed the familiar girl begin to go give a move to Axel behind his back, and not in time to warn him, he saw the girl slash at his arm with her sword, and there could not be mistaken the pain Axel showed on his face at that moment. Zexion shook his head, because despite the good intentions, that was a bad, BAD move from her. In more ways than one. Apparently, she did not understand a person's thoughts when he/she is pissed off, so it would be best for her to just stay back and let this go on between the two. For safety. In the end, when he just blinked once second, he out of nowhere found Axel going for her, but he didn't have time to think as Shigiku stumbled backward beside him, and gasping for a moment in befuddlement as that distracted his attention, he was about to act quick, until Jack had reached her before him. In a matter of a minute, his sight now held on to the man hanging on with one hand for dear life, Shigiku out of sight, but by her cries, he could tell she was caught, for now. His body numb in surprise, he didn't take notice, or even focused enough to smell Axel flying past him, clabbering up to help. It wasn't much later when he heard his shout, that he moved forward robotically, being as he was close, and held on Jack's wrist with his hand tight and secured, willing to lift him when needed. Roxas had really noted, this time, the blush on Naminé's face clearly, and his insides swelled with a kind of hope, wanting to somehow say his feelings for her right then and there. He was too tempted, actually, and if it wasn't for their problem, he would have. So much. Grinning at her in a very rare Sora like grin, it turned upside down just as quickly once she spoke, and answered his question. That was not good, especially as he knew Axel extremely well. Aware of Shigiku's story, and now seeing in the flesh the real Jack right now, he didn't know what to exactly judge or feel about him. But before he could process on this further, he heard the clink of a sword, a swishing sound, a grunt, Shigiku's angry yell, and all in a matter of the few seconds he just made his eyes wide, startled. When he turned around sharply to face what had happened, all he saw was Axel's arm dripping blood on the floor, that girl being slashed in return, he could guess, for she was the one responsible for that attack, and Shigiku falling, until Jack went over grabbed hold of her, only to fall off himself, though he caught his hands in time to grip the floor. This was so quick, all Roxas could do was watch blankly, his face paling in disbelief, and even as he saw Axel move to the two in danger, all he could do was stand there at the scene, frozen, in complete and utter astonishment. With his body unmoving, and the surge of concern and beginning frenzy, he jumped up when his best friend's voice produced a earthquake around the whole halls, elevator shaft, and his ears, and in a half a second, he retracted back from Naminé and headed like the wind to them. Bending down quite frantically, he also held out one more shaking hand to help Shigku up beside Axel, while Zexion took care of holding Jack, his mind reeling. OOC: I couldn't let Axel leave without some small payback :D. Seriously, if it was the other arm, Axel wouldn't be able to do anything. That, and DS, since Zexion is now hanging unto Jack, you can just make his feet slip as he uses them to climb up or something, and he loses his grip or whatever because of it ^^;.
Xemnas, as Xigbar was the next to wake up, returned the stern nod where he stood in the center of his sleeping members, however, his dark, orange eyes did not leave Larxene's own, who boldly met him straight on. Predictable. That girl was always a bit of a aggresive soul, yet she was not important, or mattered. Ever since he had woken up into the mists of his castle once more himself, when he had laid eyes on the traitors, including Axel, he had come to the decision to deal with them later. They had gotten their fate, and punishment, for what they have done, and so well deserved. As what was the warning. The end would be assasination. Axel, was the only one that chose his destiny himself, and in turn, had touched Sora's heart, leading to Roxas's own awakening. However, he wasn't keen on them remaining here, for a type of repeat in store, but he also did not want them gone just yet. Not even exiled. Basically, within his presence and eyes, they were of little threat to him. None at all. He figured this as a new beginning, he didn't trust them, of course, yet there was a difference with the new dawn. Something unknown. "As for plans, there isn't any now as we speak. We will wait for the rest to gain consciousness, and we will discuss our rebirth more thoroughly. How had this occurred, I do not know. What I had come to conclude, was that we are here now for a purpose. Brought back." He had not been certain, whether to continue what they started, or start anew with Kingdom Hearts, to gain the power that he had so desired, as he was too aware, unfortunately, that they were dealing with a force much greater than their own. He had also thought about the Keyblade wielder and his friends amongst this on the time of contemplation, and he was certain that history will just finish the same end if found out. None were in his posession as well, as Roxas was roaming. As was Naminé. He had sensed them, apart from their other selves. More proof, that there was something else at work here. If anything was to be done, they had to draw it from scratch. What he wanted to focus on, was the explanation of their return, why, and by who. These questions were peeking his curiosity at great extend, and this is what will gain the knowledge of how they were here. His hard gaze lingering on the two members so far, he asked plainly, "Did any of you, before waking up, experienced anything out of context?" Larxene simply gazed at the man blankly, closely suspicious, wondering why he had avoidedthe fact that they formed a coup of their own to destroy him, or had not mentioned anything else. Surely, he must have held a grudge. Heh. Right. They had no heart for grudges. They still didn't, and for a second, she had been somewhat hoping for it to be with them as they came back. How foolish of her. It seems for Xemnas that elimination was fitting enough for them. She had seen all too clear, her death, fading...not something she had wanted to place her thought on, but was still bitter with. Much more. A rematch was in order, for certain. Not that it mattered now, did it, or was worth it? There was no goal to gain, no goal to betray for. This time, it wasn't even sure if they were still the Organization due to their actions before. Was it all in the past, then? Listening to his question, she did not respond yet, not decided on whether she should or not, concerning her dislike. If anything, she would rather keep it to herself. But she also knew, much to her chagrin, that Xemnas can also provide a few answers, though he appeared to be just as clueless as Xigbar and her. Ah, yes. Xigbar. It was almost unbelievable. Her lips in a thin line as her eyes glared at the floor, raising herself to get up, she stood on her feet, the heeled boots that belonged to her clicking on the floor, as well as her trench coat, ever so present and real. Tracing a hand pass her hair for it to be in place, now self-conscious, she faced both males, arms crossed haughtily. If ignorance was to play a part for now between them, she'll play along, and forget the tension. The topic was bound to be brought up. Short, and acidly, she answered, "I have." Her glowered look was directed at the Superior shamelessly. "A voice. Though I do not remember what was said." Will her opinion matter as much as it did before? Barely. "Very well. That makes two," was all Xemnas told in his monotone, not pondering on the female any longer as he now stared at Xigbar in particular, for a answer of his own.
OOC: You can have Riku, then :P. "I'm not quite sure what happened," Naminé replied truthfully, a worried tone coating her voice, wondering just how was this going to end. Looking at her friend now, who had come, she pondered for just a second of where she's been all this time, but decided to question her about it later. Honestly, she couldn't wait to speak, and tell her about the blond boy of Wal-Mart, Roxas. Naminé knew she could trust her with this, yet that was for later discussion, and her periwinkle eyes wandered over the ruins of their job. Thinking she should explain better, she added, "We don't know what happened, or who's the culprit. I think the building coudl be fixed if we get the Genie here, and wish it that way. Yet, I don't know if revenge is in question...Sephiroth is thinking of it."
OOC: Oh, alright. I thought I was having it wrong for awhile, still ^^;. I think...I'll take Xemnas, if that's really okay, and if you have anything plot inducing for him to bring to the rest, as he's the most frontal leader, you can just PM me, and I'll do so. Giving a slight groan as her cornflower, lashed eyes flickered opened, tiredly fluttering around the room she was in, finding it quite familiar, she slowly awakened from her induced sleep. White, and white, was what met her. Such a color she was used to for most of her life. Or what remained of it. Shifting a bit, she found herself in a odd position, as her head laid on top of her arms at the surface of a pale table, while she seemed to be sitting in a chair of the same shade. Before her, and she had to blink her eyes properly, was her sketch pad, placed neatly on the table as well, as if awaiting for her usage. Her mind alert as she finally figured out where she was, she gasped quietly, straightening herself up in surprise, viewing the old pictures and drawings she had done for what felt like years. Looking down at herself, she also discovered that it was her body, her own body, not Kairi's, and that she was back. At the mansion. With her white dress. With her usual sandals. How...? Was this...was this some kind of dream? How, how did she managed to come out, if that was even possible? And why here? The questions filtered through her head among others, her eyes now wide at this turn of events. Naminé wasn't certain what to truly make of it, whether she was truthfully dreaming, or was in her own delusion, or if this was real. She honestly did not know what to do, for one, as all she remembered was her at Destiny's Islands. What she did sense, was her other self...far away from here, and cautiously getting up to her feet, she gave the room a search one more time, quite...lost. Should she...portal back? Was she still capable of it? Her gaze going to the sketch pad, silently, she grabbed it into her hold, fingering it slightly as if it was a new object in her posession. Naminé was aware that this was not normal. And somehow, deep inside, she knew this wasn't a dream anymore. And in the end, her stare suddenly changed to the door of the white room as her body went into a small high, as if knowing someone close, someone in Twilight Town, someone somewhere. She closed her eyes softly. Roxas...? When Larxene had opened her aquatic eyes gently, sleepily, the first thing her vision had caught was her weapons. Not the real ones, but rather, her weapons tainted into the floor in black, three kunai from small to big, glowing a bright blue that made her shut her eyes again at the light, that were so used to the darkness. Her body felt to be in a cradled position, her knees bent, and as she leisurely got used to the new luminous room, her brain picked up of where she was resting on. It...it was her grave. That couldn't be, though, because then, that would mean she was in the Proof Of Existence, which situated at the Castle Of Naught. Her fingers tracing the prints questionably, now fully awake, her sight was clear, and as she stared up, she met none other than Marluxia's smooth and handsome face, plum hair sprawled across his cheek, soundly unconscious next to her, on his own grave, the shine of blue as well. He was in the black uniform that was known to them, everything as if Castle Oblivion never happened, not that she knew what really became of him after her. Larxene could only guess that he had met at Sora's hands, as did the rest. Now alarmed, she sat right up quickly and sharply, her eyebrows furrowed as she now searched around her. ALL of them. All of the members she had once knew were laying down, unconscious, in their respective grave sites, the only figure missing being the body of Roxas, something she wasn't quite aware of why. Otherwise, they were here. Saïx, Luxord, Demyx, Xigbar, Xaldin, Zexion, Vexen, Lexaeus, and...Axel. Her lips formed into a tight and hideous frown as she eyed the redheaded man laying there, remembering very well how he had played them. How he had played her. Feeling some type of hungry blood lust rise within her as she recalled the scenes, the only thing that kept her from getting up and getting rid of him again before he ever opened his eyes, was the realization of something missing. Xemnas's body was not present either. Confused, she took Axel off of her priorities as she cooled down, not wanting to waste her time on trash, trying to make sense of why was she breathing first. Larxene had begun to ponder if this was just a flashback, a dream, some kind of illusion her mind had conjured in the dark, some trick, yet it was at the very second that her memory picked up something else. A voice. Someone had spoken to her. She didn't know where, maybe in the limbo she was in, she didn't know who, but she knew that she was contacted in some particular way, and it was then that she woke up here right after. A place she never expected to come back to. Something was wrong. Clearly, she didn't happen to be alive once more by her very own hands. "It seems you're the second awake." Her back froze still for a literal one second as the tone and voice resonated in her ears. Larxene recognized it well. Too well. After all, she had joined to overthrow his leadership along with Marluxia, a traitor, or she thought herself as, and she smirked sardonically. How quaint. It would've been a much entertaining meeting with Marluxia up and running first, yet, she glanced over her shoulder casually, her expression not leaving, and made eye contact with none other than the Superior himself. Interesting.
OOC: That's a good plan, I like it. We just need to get Shigiku in there for danger. Roxas scrambled up after Phisoxa, who finally went in, and got to his feet hurriedly around the entryway, dusting of his cloak and composing himself as he got there. He had been wanting to reach it, so far, and finally that he got the chance, his eyes looked around for what was going on with all the exclamations, and the throngs of MORE people in. They were abig group on their own, but now they had more to deal with? Was this what took place? All he spotted was Shigiku crying on the floor, and he felt concerned, wondering if she was still spooked from the close fall, yet, as he stared at his surroundings more, he saw a trench coat dressed man he had never seen, as well as the others, and Axel...Axel staring down at someone. His expression was close to deadly, so rough, so angry, so...willing to give this person a death toll so much, that it bothered him. He had never seen his best friend like this, so...icy, and all he had was a amused and thirsty grin on his face. His blue eyes growing in small surprise, he searched for Naminé, finding her near the entrance, close to him. Walking to her, when he got to her figure, he hugged her without a ounce of reluctance, wrapping his arms around her petite waist as he held her close to him, the scary slip still in his mind, among other thoughts. Staying in the embrace for awhile, his eyes closed as he laid his chin on her shoulder, feeling her, he slightly pulled away, only enough to be able to look at her with his head, and not let go. Breathing out, he said, a slight smile on his face, "I'm glad you're alright, you kind of frightened me, to admit. But..." Roxas flickered his gaze at to what was happening, more with Axel, Shigiku, and this other guy, along with new people. "What...what is going on?" "Best time for what?" Axel purred warningly, feigning innocence, beginning to step forward ominously, as his green eyes narrowed into slits, resembling a snake's with his fox-like face. And now, his fox-like grin of bloodlust. He didn't really care whether one arm was sprained, he still had another left, and it was with this one that he was going to show just how much he despise him. Hearing Shigiku cry slightly, his lips formed into a more deep frown, and the anger that he had saved for the new "Exel", which sounded a lot like his name except for the A, was gathering together, along with what Jack had done in Shigiku's memory, to Shigiku's parents, to Shigiku's life, to Shigiku herself, to really want to utterly kill him to make up for that the child lost. He promised him that. Next time he'll see him, he will die. When he peered into the room they were in before, he got lucky. Not this time. Clenching his hand into a fist, a unbending fury bubbling and heating in his stomach and chest, that burning fire appeared in his hand in a long and hot blaze, a orange and yellow light warming the dark hall they were all in, his chakram appearing slowly in one hand as it twirled. He grasped it, gritting his teeth as the flames flickered into nothing, his weapon in hold. Without a second, he found himself jamming Jack hard against the wall in a bang, the guy's neck between two spikes of his chakram as the pointy shards themselves dug unto the wall very close beside him, pinning his throat there. Growling mercilessly, a nasty smirk on his face as his green eyes darkened, he coldly snapped, in a low, deep tone that didn't sound at all like him, "I suggest you get the hell out of here, before I make you die in the most painful possible way I can. You know I'll destroy you." Zexion had come up just right after Roxas, pulling himself up, and getting his body into the ground, in the safe hall. On his knees due to the lift, he slowly and gracefully stood, only glancing at the elevator shaft once to see Marluxia climbing in as well, before studying the gang that were now stuck in this passage watching, as Axel slammed a unknown male into the wall in a furious fit, and he blinked. He had known they were more people, as he had "smelled" them. Who they were, he did know, yet he did recognize the one Axel had clutched at the throat. He had come...he remembered, when they were still in that small room. It was the same way he also recognized the scent of the girl who had fallen on top of him before, and now had a bleeding hand, the stench of iron filing his nostrils strongly. He eyed the female in a lingering one second stare, then went to watch what will occur next. From the expression on Axel's face, he doubted anyone would stop him from doing what he wanted. Why was Shigku in tears? And, why did Axel have this grudge against the newcomer? OOC: All I think are left, is Xaldin and Demyx to finish the group.
Yeah, ICSP has been pretty busy, but hell come back soon *glares at him if saying no*. It'll be quite lonely though, since Pyrɸ is lost fixing her computer (so I don't know whether to post in Love or not until she comes back, though I do have it already written), and now ICSP will be gone for awhile as well. Damn busy schedules D<. TT^TT I feel lonesome.
OOC: Nothing much. Last time, I recalled, Pyro left Naminé calling Kairi when she go to K-Mart burned down xP. Since then, I took over Nami, because, you know, Pyro quit (don't know what will happen to Riku), so I responded with:
Larxene frowned at Axel's first sentence, knowing now more than ever at how she sounded, before her eyes blinked when he finished. Staring at him deeply, digging into his eyes for any mistrust or lies, she found none, and for the moment, she felt better. She did want him, still did, more than ever, and the thought of what happened back in Wal-Mart, the first time they explored each other's bodies, so to speak, she liked what he had in store for her, more so because he was really big, or rather, well-endowed. She did mention that she liked it, and the memory just usurp her desire and lust even more, and she found herself closing her eyes to calm her hormones down. No...in fact, she didn't want them to. As she felt him move back down to lay on the couch again, she rested on top of him, indecisive. There were more pros than cons if she does sleep with him, feel him inside her, and...well, his natural scent wafting in her nose again didn't help. At all. Actually, she was starting to feel really heated, and her fingers trailed the hard skin of his broad chest, licking her lips as she really thought about it. What had she got to lose? Him, perhaps, if he leaves her after this, but then she will see what he truly wanted, and it was better to know now than later, though she doubted he was like that. And it wasn't like she was pure, hell no, so she really didn't understand what was holding her back, or be this anxious. Nothing should hold her back when she wanted something, by damn, she always got it. Most couples even sleep together before they even date, so...she was legal in that right, dammit. Making up her mind at that moment, this time, really sure of what she needed, which was him completely, she was about to start something and tell him until she heard a slight scream. Opening her eyes, and raising her head a little, she looked around her condo, not noticing anything. She once more did a check over as her eyes narrowed, yet as it remains, nothing was there, oddly. Was she hearing things? Maybe her head was hovering about Wal-Mart. Larxene could swear she heard...Demyx...and as she traced her vision around the living room, it was empty. Ignoring that weird phenomenon, as that wasn't going to unerve her, she laid her head back on Axel's shoulder blade, but this time, began to wrap one leg around his waist, along with her arm, tight, their chests together. In the end, moving her body intricately and her hips more than the rest in a small grinding move, she started to kiss and suck on his collarbone tenderly, nipping the skin, and agonizingly moving up to his neck, tasting him in the way of eating a ice cream. Her hands moved his arms to circle around her back, his palms close to her bra clip, encouraging him to explore her body if need be, and free to do everything he wanted. It was there her hands move silkily down his chest, to his torso, feeling every trace of muscle, before she got to the hem of his pants. Larxene was attempting to get him in the mood, and it will depend on that if she would continue. She could wait too, for next time, if possbile.
OOC: Why? What will she do? Calm now, watching Angel's realization, she nodded, still a bit confused on how she could have forgotten her. Sniffing a few times, due to the after affect, she nodded with the same small smile, pulling strands of her hair behind her ear. "Yes, Tifa! Did you really not remember me?"
