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Ooc: RandomAngel you may indeed take the role as Demyx and make a OC.

and that's alright Byakuya Kuchiki, it happens to everyone sometimes

Ooc: wait italics mean texting? I thoungt I put it down as Underlining means texting =/ ...Well any who I can answer that for you, texting means cellphone typing, e-mail, messenger. For let us say, my character got on a computer and signed on a chatroom or so. When my character is typing, I speak in underlining to show he/she is not speaking, but rather typing/texting.

Ooc: oh, I think it looks nice. Also thank you for confronting me of that you Rp a different way, otherwise I may have thought you were not listening to a part of Literacy Limit... 'Also to make things organized, "Bold" means speaking, 'Italics' and last underlining means texting. If you don't understand this type of formant, just go with plain story formant.'

Sadly I must leave now, but ask anything you please and I shall answer the best I can tomorrow. As for now, Chow

Ooc: Sure I wouldn't mind one bit. Also may choose a post color, but don't have to due to the fact you have only 1 character. Also I got to go within a hour, so I am trying to set this up for tomorrow so I may start RPing...

Ooc: yes, you can be Luxord and welcome aboard. Since he has been reborn and lived here for a year, he is still unsure about many things, he may have had a few flashbacks but they don't make sense yet. Within this year, he still most likely acts like the Luxord will know in KH2... Though senses he has no feelings, be may act to trying to figure it out or act like he is normal and disregard it... is it understandable, I was going to make this plot a story, but, I don't feel to story making. I like RP better =P

I see... Thank you for the tip I'll keep it in mind, for future movie advents. ^_^

((I've been gone a very, very long time... Anyone wanna give me a quick review of current things I've missed out on? Cause it looks like I may have missed out on a lot. ^.^; ))

((I wanted to make a note, I will rarely ever be able to go on the internet so I will most likely not be seen here much at all... But I'm trying to if it's understood, so the rule of 'must speak every 2 weeks' is going to be removed to make it fair...I am truly sorry also I'm going to toy with the time weather and such a little and next time I'm on I'll make a post and it'll be winter...))

Zexion looked over to Demyx, he found his comment disappointing. Then he looked down at his lap and toke a deep breath.
"If it were all that simple, we'd have are hearts by now" the schemer muttered, "sadly life isn't what you call simple..."
He sat there for a minute before disappearing in a shadowy portal. The portal vanishing within a few seconds afterwords. Zexion reappeared in Azure Village, in a random alleyway. The schemer let out a soft, calm sigh as he put the robe's hood over his head. Then he began to exit the alley and wonder through the village in search. Zexion thought it should have been thought out more but ignored that fact. He figured wearing the organization robe may draw a lot of attention. But, it'd perhaps be best to ignore it even if they did.

Deinaito rolled his eyes, there seemed like their was nothing to do at all. Then again the world was quite bare, boring and lonesome. Not much of his cup of tea whatsoever. Deinaito stood up and looked around for a moment. Then he made a faint smirk to himself and spoke.
"Sure anyone wouldn't mind me prancing about the village..." in a kind tone he said, "who knows what will run into, perhaps if i am lucky... It'll be something rather delightful."
With those last words from Deinaito, he vanished within a portal to Azure Village.

Within the World Shadow Abyss, Deinaito pondered about. Currently his mind was on the princess and how they (the princes) would catch them. It couldn't be that hard, they were just a butch of 'innocent' girls. Which seemed to not even know of what they were, unlike them. Also the fact that they seemed to have not way to protect themselves. They seemingly looked unaware of danger, which, made it sound simply to easy. Deinaito toke a seat on the ground and let out a soft sigh as his smiled to himself. Truthfully he wasn't the type that like to wait to take action. Then again, he'd most like waste some time for the others by chatting and/or flirting with a random person he finds. Deinaito could put it to use as befriending and delaying enemies. But, he never really cared for it, plus he liked to take orders. Not to make orders for himself...

Zexion listened to Xemnas speak out loud to himself. The schemer had nothing to say about it, the past was the past. All they could do now was try to make things different. As Xemnas seemed to now be promising to the organization. But really would things change? And with adding more members, it also may risk bringing a traitor to destroy the organization once more. Zexion closed his eyes and shifted his legs a little uncomfortable. He opened one eye and saw Xemnas looking up to the sky. The schemer had idea why he was looking up there. He opened his other eye and looked on straight ahead. Zexion wouldn't question Xemnas, he was superior and he should know what he was doing. Otherwise he wouldn't be leader, someone else out of the six most likely would have been.

((Tell me if this is agreeable please and if I may join =3))

Name: Zexion
Role: Member VI, Cloaked Schemer
Weapon(s): A lexicon is his unique weapon, but, due to his power he can mimic others' weapons with his illusions.
Power(s): illusions






Name: Deinaito
Age: 19
Gender: male
Picture/Description:
Role: Prince of Heartless/Lust
Personality: Deinaito is flirtatious and tends to not be serious whatsoever. He is quite intelligent and enjoys to get attention. So he can offend be found lurking nearby where ever his heartless are. Searching for something to amuse and pleasure himself. Deinaito also is outgoing, and doesn’t ever mind a chat before a battle. Though he doesn’t really care to fight, he rather let his heartless minions do the fighting, but isn’t afraid to get in a fight.
History: Deinaito lived a silent life, rarely being spoken to. His mother and father were normally busy at work and left him alone at home. He had only one friend in his whole life, But, he had problems at home and in the end committed suicide. Deinaito began to grow more dark and colder towards people. Thus slowly his heart turned more dark. His parents begun to notice but when Deinaito’s father yelled at him. He drew a rune sign from energy making the entire house set into flames. Luckily, Deinaito had a good immunity to fire. Thus got out without a single burn. Currently he puts his past behind him and acts to be different, though inside he is a darker person.
Weapon: Hira-shurikens
Powers: Deinaito knows how to; summon heartless, summon portal, some immunity to heat, draw a rune made of energy from his fingertips which with each rune makes a different attack as long was he can understand the rune he makes. Current ones known to Deinaito are: Flare (sets the area around him on fire), Smoke Shroud (Creates a shroud of smoke somewhat hide him), Burning Ash (from his hands he can conjure burning ash and throw it to hurt others), and Will o’ Wisp (orb of white fire, can be thrown to make one feel like their burning though it’s only in their mind)

((sorry everyone I haven't came on for some time, been a little busy))

Zexion stopped for a moment before continuing to go on walking down the hall. The schemer toke another turn away from where Repliku went off to. For a mere minute, Zexion thought he heard one of the members yelling in the hall. But, the schemer ignored it and went on walking, though, unsure where to...

Zexion sulked his head down as Graxe disappeared from his slight up the stairs. He was mad indeed, which he didn't get that way a lot. The schemer knew of just about everything. And knew much more things about what goes on within the basement. As well as what lingered within it, but, Zexion didn't what to deal with something that may give him a burden upon his shoulders.
'I may have the luxury of having a name, but, in ways... How does it matter? It is a scar inside me that remembers me of how much I used to feel for life!' Zexion thought with much agony.

The schemer walked away from the book shelf he was going to get a book from. Then he let out a annoyed sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. He stopped and reopened them, perhaps he would check on his lexicon. Either way, what was within it was something important to him in a secret way. A way, he knew he'd only keep to himself and it'd remain that way. Since the lexicon lied to every other eye but his own. Zexion summoned his book into his hands and made a weak smile to himself. Really now, he didn't think today would get him any more bored or annoyed...

He opened a dark vortex and entered into it. Zexion reappeared in a hallway in the upper floors. Walking them aimlessly and reading his lexicon now. Zexion was quite stressed and wouldn't seem to stop being upset. He questioned himself, 'why can't I get over it?' thoughts ran through his mind. The schemer glanced up and saw a glimpse of Repliku disappear behind a hallway corner. Zexion figured he was either now following Namine or Vexen but didn't mind because at least he wasn't trying to hurt anyone...

The schemer glared blankly at Graxe. He found it rude and it somewhat angered him, but, he wouldn't dare tell that to the nobody. Then again he knew things could be much worse... In ways, what Graxe just did was taunt Zexion for lacking a heart. The schemer merely swayed his head at the nobody.
"I'd rather not be called Ienzo..." He mumbled.
Zexion wanted to say more, but, a part of him wouldn't let him. The schemer wanted to curse himself for this minor weakness. He also was upset for the member getting into his business and listening in on him. Zexion knew in the back of his mind, Graxe made him want to trust members less and less. Either way, in ways, the only reason they were a organization. Was for was Kingdom Hearts, to gain a heart. Then for them to split up and go their own ways. Why should there be trust within the Organization?

Zexion looked at Graxe and went into his 'schemer pose' and stared at the member for a moment. Along with his pose he gave a slight nod of his head and stopped his 'schemer pose'.
"Sure..." The schemer said, "but... Could I question what you need me for first?"

((I think I'm going to number the OCs if no one minds by the way so everyone here knows ^.^; ))

The schemer turned around to see Xensela with her lantern. He blinked once at her and studied her. But he didn't find anything interesting or wrong about the member.
"Oh..." He said softly, "hello, I didn't see you there..."
Zexion barely knew the member at all, then again he didn't know much about any of the members. But still he knew quite a bit regardless to not chatting with any of them to much.
"But please, don't call me Cloaked Schemer..." Zexion spoke again, "Gives me a sense of being summoned forth to go on a mission..."
The schemer was unsure of how much Xensela knew of him or anyone. But, he figured perhaps encase it would be best to add his name. Just to merely be polite to her, since for all he knew she was like another Larxene underneath... Which Larxene made him feel ominous due to his fear of thunder storms.
"I am currently Zexion" The schemer explained to her and then lowered into a silent mutter under his breath, "Hopefully to return to being Ienzo..."

((Alright then, well it looks good so Amasha Xensela is good to go. Your the first to have a true name for your nobody =P))

Zexion stood in the middle of the room. Yet still, unsure what to do at all. He then paced a bit and shortly stopped. The schemer thought perhaps maybe it'd be best to just light a candle and perhaps read one of his books. Zexion looked over to a oak wooden desk in the corner of the room. He walked over to it and searched for a candle. Which, to his luck, there was a scarlet red candle upon the desk. Zexion though was unsure how to light it now. The schemer let out a soft sigh and made a sheepish smile to himself. Then again, he sometimes put matches in his pocket. To tell the truth, he'd put random things in his pocket. Just because he could and wanted to do so. Zexion reached into his pocket to search as he walked over to a book shelf.

Repliku saw Vexen coming out of his lab and he smiled. Regardless to the fact the power was out and they were in quite utter darkness. Luckily for him, he could see in the dark so he didn't have any problems. Though his eyes may see in the dark though, no, they had there fall back. Which, was that Repliku could not see any 2nd primary colors (Green, Orange, Purple.) The experiment watched as Vexen walked pass him. Then, Repliku silently began to walk along with the academic, right besides him. Until he entered the kitchen and began to chat with the other members. He watched them from afar, with a pouty look upon his face. As Vexen then left the kitchen, Repliku once again began to stalk him. Having no clue where he would lead to.

The lights all went out and Zexion looked up. The schemer really wasn't thinking the power would just go out like that. He let out a long sigh.
"I wonder what's going on?" Zexion mumbled to himself.
He then got up carefully trying to not fall and to feel everything around him. Though Zexion tripped over one of the stair steps and fell down on the stairs.
"Uff" he blurted, "damn it..."
Zexion sat up to his knees and shock his head. Then got up and brushed himself off. The schemer then rubbed his eyes for a moment.
'I'm going to portal to the basement, I'm sure someone is going to fix the problem...' He thought, 'and if it's not fixed shortly I'll try to figure out what's going on and help somehow...'
Then Zexion disappeared into a portal and reappeared in the 7th basement floor. It seemed today just sucked and was boring as ever. The schemer remembered having good times as a somebody. Yet, it seemed what ever he did he couldn't pull that brighter side out of him. Most likely because he had no emotion he figured. Everyone seemed to have some sort of problem. Therefore, Zexion thought he'd burden others for asking for any sort of help. Then again, maybe he could solve his issue himself. Either way he was the cloaked schemer after all...

((^.^ your welcome))

Repliku grew bored quickly and got off the table and stood still. Then he slightly tilted his head looking curious to something.
'I think I may have heard Vexen' he thought to himself.
Repliku then began to exit the kitchen and head down stairs towards Vexen. Either way, what better place to find him? Though he thought the academic would leave the lab at some point to go to the bathroom or eat. But then again, those were a choice a nobody could make it seemed. sense some seemed to never go to either places. The way a nobody's body worked in general was odd though.

Zexion soon went walked up to a stairway on one of the castle's floors and sat down on a stair step. Then he toke a deep breath and looked out a window at the sky. Zexion then looked at the blood on himself and robe. He was going to need to clean it up at some time. The schemer then looked in his other pocket to see if he had a cloth or anything. But instead, only found his silver colored ipod. But for Zexion's thankfulness, at least he didn't smell the dreadful scent from before in the bathroom...