"Hmm...let me guess, major drama, power-hungry enemies looking for control, schemes, romance, and casualties?" Ryxia asked.
Demyx scratched his head. "Well...mine are...special...I guess...and I don't like to fight...so...Listen, the stick...I mean, swords'll do you good as long as you don't go up against someone who's weapon looks too freaky to exist, like my sitar..."
Ryxia fell into a chair and grinned. "Nice to meet you, too, Silax." She laughed. "Nothing like meetings and reunions to lift your spirits, eh?"
"Yeah..." Demyx said, still fuming at Xemnas. He took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. "Anyhoo...what's your obsession with pointy things?" He pointed to the stick.
"I won't!" Ryxia said quickly. "At least, not intentionally. After all, none of us know what the future holds." She thought for a moment. "Unless...you're psychic. Then you do...but I'm not psychic."
"CUZ HE'S A POWER-HUNGRY, EGOTISTICAL, SELF-GLORIFYING B*****D!!" Demyx yelled.
Ryxia froze. "And emotions are bad?" she asked Silax dryly.
"My boss," Demyx said. He kicked at a rock on the ground, but his foot went through it. "Friggin' jerkface..."
Ryxia looked over at Silax while still hugging Yeifou. "I'm Ryxia, but can go by Ryx or hyper blonde optimist with the scars."
"Yeifou! What's up?" Ryxia cried, returning the embrace. "They don't call me the Twilight Wanderer for nothing, you know. I got lost, but I found my way back!"
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