Demyx sighed and summoned his sitar. "Neh...screw the Superior's rules," he muttered as he played. A sharp stream of water cut the lid in half. "There. Should be sharp now."
"Ooh...maybe I should get out of here..." Ryxia said as she appeared in the room. "I seem to have a knack for interrupting, huh?"
I'm thinking short black hair...and either green, violet, or maybe silver eyes. Silver would be a nice way to shake things up. :)
OOC: WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! I'M SORRY!!!! *goes and hides in a corner, typing reply faster than Weird Al's costume changes (Which is pretty freakin' fast)* And Twilight won't be here? That's sad...:( BIC: Demyx snorted. "Swords aren't the only way to fight! I use a musical instrument!" Demyx clapped a transparent hand over his mouth. Oh...crap... he thought, I think that falls into the catagory of blowing the Organization's cover...
Demyx? Please?
OOC: Sorry I haven't been on! Please don't hurt me!!! BIC: "Hey, what are you looking for?" Demyx asked. "And as for me and Axel...well..." He scratched his head. If he answered the question, would that be a part of blowing the Organization's secret? Lock stuck his tongue out at Axel. "Force? Destroy me? Good luck! I've been dead for close to twenty years now!"
Demyx closed his eyes. "Cocky...red hair...sounds like Axel to me." He grinned. "You punched him? You're braver than I am. Anyone else you've seen?"
I've been thinking about getting a DS for a while, but I don't know how much it costs. Could someone give me a generic price, please?
Demyx cocked his head. "What other guy? What did he look like?"
Demyx scowled. "I'm a nice person! It's just...my boss sent me here...and...I've been turned into a freakin' ghost! What am I supposed to do?!"
OOC: Sorry...I had to get off...people came over. BIC: Demyx cocked his head. "Well YOU seem like a cheery person. It's not THAT scary here." He thought for a moment. "You wanna try and scare me? It's not that hard." Lock sighed. "Okay...um...we need someone who's...powerful. Cuz me, Shock, and Barrel aren't strong enough, cuz we're little kids. And you're not. There's the info," Lock said.
Ohhhhhhh...I wanna see this so bad!! But I can't...it's rated R...and I'm not old enough...:crybaby:
Demyx stood up. "How'd you get here? You don't look dead...well, then again, I'm not dead, either." "You're gonna have to go to my co-worker for that...assuming she's around. B*tch she is, she's probably not..." Lock scowled as he threw his mask onto a nearby catapult. "Stupid Shock...it'll be HER fault we blow it this time."
Hallow Bastion?
THREE OF THE ENGINES WENT OUT ON MY PLANE AND WE CRASHED INTO A HUGE MOUNTAIN AND THERE WAS A HUGE EXPLOSION AND EVERYBODY DIED!!!!!!! Except me...
"I'm Demyx, sitar player extraordinaire," Demyx said, holding his head up proudly. He started to float. "GAHH!!" He fell to the floor, wincing. "And who are you?"
Lock cocked his head. "Right through here..." he said, walking into the treehouse. Only witches can do magic here...there's something weird going on with this Axel guy..." He turned around. "And as for what you have to do, you're gonna have to wait to learn that."
The Night Santa Went Crazy -- "Weird Al" Yankovic
Lock stared at Axel, his jaw dropped. "How'd you do that?!" he cried.
Lock bolted out of the town, through the graveyard, and crossed a bridge that led to a large tree house. He turned around and looked for Axel. "Hey A**hole, I mean, Axel, where'd you go?"
