Pyrɸ *hugs* Really? It seems were both stuck in songs. I can't help hearing this new one I found, cause is so relaxing. I just wish it was longer T-T. We need ICSP TT^TT.
Axel did not miss the shadow of a figure where Zexion had pointed at down the far hall, and it was really made official when suddenly flames sprouted to block the way. He could vaguely see the girl run, but he knew exactly who she was, and in attempt to go at her, he was about to get up and run, his chest swelling in surprise and in relief, noting that she had come back. Even some happiness. However, many things stopped him from doing so. First, Shigiku, who needed him right now more than ever, and he couldn't abandon her this way. Not that he would. Second, was that his arm was broken up royally, so much, in fact, that the pain was still terrible, and he was even afraid to move anything at the moment at all. It was many splinters that were just agonizing in his skin. And it was bleeding. And third, because of the bleeding, that hadn't stopped, he was losing strength, and getting weaker. If he didn't halt the flow he might... Looking around, he noticed the puddle of red expanding on the floor now, something he had not noted, but he could have easily guessed. He sighed. Damn Xengla. At least the one that mattered got brought back. Wait a second. Where was Zexion? Zexion, who had predicted the move due to his sense of smell, was already on the prowl, having left the group long ages ago, even before the girl had thought of running away. The fire didn't really stop him, as he had passed before it ever ignited, and while he wasn't jogging after her, he wanted to stop her. At first, truthfully, he was heading towards Angel to speak to her, yet, then she pulled that action, and now here he was, hunting. Sighing, not in the mood to go n a goose chase, he summoned his lexicon in his hand, the pages fluttering open as he eyed the place where she was headed. Well, a couple of illusions will do the job, now, won't they? They can match the halls and floors, and the area. Let's see how far she goes. Tiffany was hidden on a corner, behind the suitcases, away from these people, sobbing, and still crying her eyes out, from the moment the poor man went and died, until now. How horrible. As tears poured down her cheeks nonstop, she shook her head, wondering why none of them, weren't so much affected by this death, except for the little girl. Some did cry, but otherwise, it was short lived, and she did not like being in the dark with what was wrong with them. Not knowing who she was hanging out with, or who were they. First, a girl...an actual girl faded into black smoke, which shocked her tremendously, and now she was hearing stuff about a "Nobody", and how she came back, all of it confusing her, and making her feel lost. And she was right. They were all the same. That blonde woman, she had summoned knives, and even hit the late girl that fell down from the air vent in her hand. Not to mention, she didn't even give a damn about that and laughed. Or cared at all for anything, it seems. What could Axel see in her? And then comes him...how angry he was, how he pinned down the guy against the wall, who he might've slit his throat with, and how he slashed that girl's stomach without any mercy or hesitation. The weapon...that weapon as well. Like Roxas, like Demyx, like Larxene. There was no doubt, that they in the black cloaks, were supernatural beings of some kind, gifted, or something of the like. However, she didn't comprehend about Hearts, and why Axel's necklace suddenly glowed either. She wanted answers. She wanted them so badly. There must be some kind of explanation, if only someone would give it to her. But all she could do now was sit here and wait it out. Wiping her eyes as she sniffed, Tiffany had spotted the redhead checking out that Larxene as well, it was hard not to, for anyone who had bothered to watch him at that moment. It made her angry, upset, jealous, and while she was stunned at his actions, and everyone else's, she still liked him. And somehow, felt a hatred against the young woman. Especially as she could already see has no qualms on hurting people and taunting them. What was so special about her?
OOC: It really is something. You have to watch the Organization members' battles to get understand what they do xP. I spent time studying Larxene from Re: CoM to her Data Battles in FM+ (and let me say, she's kick@ss, her cute, manic giggles = WIN) to get what she could do (though I added another flavor). Not that I mind :D. From what I read, she's one of the difficult members. With Xemnas I was able to focus, because unlike the former, it didn't make me laugh at how Larxene was laughing, even when she got swatted by the Keyblade, rotfl. Larxene: Hee hee hee hee! Sora: Take that, BESH D:! Larxene: Ow! Hee hee hee hee hee! I cracked a rib xDD. Girl's nuts in gameplay. Okay, moving on from blabbering... Naminé followed quietly, now more calm as the cat hadn't returned, and in her hope, wouldn't show up again, before she paused, freezing as they all stopped to look at a person draped in shawls and cloaks, a man that she thought she would never seen again, and her eyes widened in silent shock. Wasn't he...didn't he...? Naminé was positive she had seen, even through her other self, Diz's sacrifice, lost forever in the blitz of light, yet, here he was, standing perfectly well. And alive. Her eyebrows creased. Was he Data? Or...was he truly here? Perhaps someone had taken the shape of him to fool them? To her, it was hard to believe, and she stood there, unsure of what to perceive in this turn of events. What did he mean, the worlds will fade? Just what was going on? She was getting quite frustrated, being in the dark like this, with them coming back, Riku Replica, and now Diz. Or, Ansem The Wise. She couldn't really forget the fact that he had ordered Riku to eliminate her, yet she didn't say anything on that. She wasn't one to hold things against people. Reminding herself of the presence of the man, her eyes looked over to Roxas anxiously, wondering what he was to do. He appeared just as confused as she was, but didn't made his way to attack, thankfully. Xemnas sighed inwardly, watching, of course, Maleficent disappear, but it seems pride will not let her play at least a part of giving them a slight challenge. As he studied the barbs growing, elongating, until they thrashed, given life, he simply evaded as one went to hit at him, and he created two lasers from his hands, finally taking out his Aerial Blades. He slit a couple being thrown at him as he dodged in quite a impressive speed, using guard to block the thorns hurling from behind and on his sides when he sensed them coming at him. He kept slashing, twirlingas he flickered through them in a clean cut, as well as others at the same time, even destroying their base on the walls, managing to easily get closer as he plunged through. In the end, while keeping on splintering them apart in a smoothness that can triumph even the most flowing of waters, red dots suddenly surrounded the area in the air, one by one, aiming at the instigating nuisance that Maleficent left behind. Just as quickly, dagger-like versions of his own weapons, began to shoot out in rapid successions on the thorns themselves, thousands and thousands of them making the most wondrous, yet hazardous light show, getting rid of every dark stem possible that met its target. Xemnas, who had been wanting not to get into a insignificant burden like this, landed on where he and Xigbar first appeared, in the middle of the circle of chairs, and slit away any of the thorns that managed to escape to get him, though they did not last long. Magically, the room was beginning to clean itself, as the lethal shower of attacks kept on, and the impudent spikes also vanished from sight because of it, as if swiping their own away, and letting the castle and Where Nothing Gathers fall back into its previous decor. In the end, he called, as they were finished, as far as he knew, "Xigbar." "Hmm?" Larxene mumbled as she stopped from heading to Nothing's Call, where she heard the loud stomps even from here in the cells, looking down as the floor was suddenly covered in drapes of black, resembling dark water. Throngs of creatures from the same ebony shade rised out like ink, yellow dots of eyes peering at her as many else joined it. It seems like masses upon masses had come, more so than before when she had fought them, gathering around her and in her surroundings, crowding the other until the point where there was hardly any space left. She raised a blonde eyebrow, a ominous smile curling in her lips. And what was this? Planning on ganging up on her too? They really were mindless, disposable slugs. Calm, she just stood there, wondering if they knew that half her life in the Organization was spent on missions on getting rid of their race, yet she just waited for them, the swell of excitement igniting within her like a roaring blaze. Her body even shivered from the happy anticipation as her fingers flexed greedily. It wasn't long until they all, upon many, leaped up above in a catapult, hurtling down to her as if to overwhelm her. And she let them, for a second as she crouched, covering her in their black bodies, blocking the air to breathe and trying to scratch at her with their claws. Her eyes closed, she waited until they all stupidly jump on her. All she did was chuckle low at the increasing weight, making certain that a good amount was there, or at least, half. She then reopened her eyes, now eerily glowing a white, electric blue with the irises gone in the shine, and as the gravity suddenly loosened, her garments floating with bouts of static as the currents flowed through her veins. In a instant, in the view of the exterior, a thin, line of lightning shot out, making a hole through the mountain of piled creatures, dashind around in a circular motion, sending some Heartless to their deaths, before more of the same lines appeared in turn outwardly. In the center, where Larxene was, buried under all the Heartless, came a great paramount of light seen under cracks, a feminine laughter resonating. A sphere of electricity imploded from within, growing in size as it moved and raised higher, almost like a dome, lighting drenching upon all who faced it as it expanded away. The Heartless on top of Larxene not only got popped back off and killed, but when levitated up free, her kunai reappearing in her hands as her body figure was outlined in the same white blue hue, she watched as it discharged, causing a white flash, and later a rumble of thunder shaking the room from the snipes of lightning, shattering all the dark beasts, from natural, to Emblem. They all met their ends, and faded until stack of black smoke polluted the air in a thick fog. Jumble of pink hearts sailed up above, hunched together at the many handfuls of them floating, released from their hold and heading to where the force called them. In a matter of seconds after the prosperous attack, now gone as its job to clean up of vermin was done, she lowered herself, as well as her power, to slowly disperse, her eyes returning to their normalcy as the brightness began to disappear, her feet now touching the floor gently. It wasn't long until all was dimmed, and she couldn't help, but still chortle and giggle, giving a big sigh in glee at the exhilaration she just felt. It was amazing. Give her more, anyday. Aware that there might be a few left, sensing them, she couldn't use her sight, as the dark haze of the remnants of the Heartless that evaporated so fast was yet to fully clear. But she had no problem picking their tracks. With a clink of metal, she launched herself at the remaining survivors once more, which were less, slashing them in upper cut, backwards, forwards, on the side, depending on her instinct until the place was fully visible to her. Ripping their flesh again, slight trickles of lightning hitting them mercilessly, she continued her onslaught swiftly in her gifted velocity, draining them and lessening the number more in just a second. It wasn't even long, until she slaughtered the last few of the group, grinning wickedly, peels of cackles at the gratification on slaying them and feeling her kunai scraping their skin unbearable. Retreating, she straightened up, not letting her weapons go just yet, in case of anything. By this time, most of the mist was gone, and the cells, the room, as well as the construction, were all in her line of vision, not that it was needed anymore. Making sure that there weren't any more left, she found the place completely and utterly vacant, silent, only her ragged breathing being the only sign of life. It was at that moment, that she saw the thorns fading away, literally dissipating. And the Soundless Prison, in time, regained back its former glory, the brightness of the white floors and the purple of the bars now given away from the darkness it was covered in. That must mean that the witch was rid of, surely. Remembering that she was going to Nothing's Call again, staying there to see if Heartless may come for a long moment, she found none, and knew that this level was cleared. At once, she portalled out quickly, only to materialize at the lower entrance of the castle, the only place for anyone who could not portal to enter their territory. It was there she saw the familiar mullet of a certain someone, preparing to fight off a Heartless Behemoth. Two. Now she understood where the stomps were coming from. She blinked, as she began walking towards him, as a lioness hunting her prey, greeting in a fake, overly top voice, "Demyx!" She paused, only a few feet close to him, a smile on her face as she witnessed him summon his water clones, crossing her arms as her head tilted indifferently. "That's so sweet of you. Giving them a slight shower. It seems rain is more threatening, though." Before she could taunt him longer, from her eyes, she saw one of the Behemoths, a purple one, charged toward her for no reason. Staring at it oddly for a while, she shrugged, and took a stance. In surprise, she saw another of those gigantic elephant beasts appearing, now having three to deal with, and she wondered if one of the others called it in. Never could she think that she would somehow be teamed with Demyx. Ah well. Admittedly, they were quite the pair. After all, water does conduct electricity to 10, 000 and more volts, and lightning was deadly and powerful in itself alone. If he simply got them wet, she could handle the rest, not that the ground wasn't damp already... She smirked.
Girl... I feel you. You have no idea. The only two videos that I put up on YouTube? ARE GONE. That's the only remaining remnants I have of them. On YouTube (though I'm planning to redo them once I have Sony Vegas) I was working on a fanfic long ago when my virus happened to ruin everything. Gone. All my wokr? GONE. GONE. GONE. My 500 and more in counting music files? GONE. In fact, I was so disappointed, frustrated, and angry at that time, that I cried, and wanted to kill my computer. Actually, I kep thitting it. It was that hard. T-T Is horrible. And then you have to get in from scratch. I barely have anything in my iTunes anymore, though. Or listen to my iPod. The only thing I have that all my songs were saved, was that I wrote them down from now on. A whole notebook is dedicated to that, so when it happens, I can load them up again from beginning. It happened to me two times, already, so I'm not tkaing chances.
OOC: *gasp* You're killing shipping? D: Love will prevail all *cough*. The moment Kairi mentioned that she kissed Riku, she squealed in a very unlike her, fangirl, girly, type of way, a smile lighting up her face, seeing her turn red. Putting the kind of crumpled donuts in her lap, as she remembered the fated bump she had with the blond boy, she listened as the auburn haired girl kept going on Riku, a pleasant expression on her face. Naminé was going to ask about Sora, but then scratched it out when she saw Kairi's face changed to a more saddened one. Placing a arm around the girl's shoulders in comfort naturally, her eyebrows furrowed in shock, and her orbs went into sorrow at the news of her mother. She held her Other tight, and instead of saying anything in sympathy, she just lent her ear. Naminé was glad Riku was there to help Kairi in the time of need, because if she herself was, or even knew about this, she would be there before a second had passed. It all seemed almost unbelievable to her, and while, Riku's mom was helping out, and the kids had some form of adult taking care of them, the mystery of her true mother was still lost. Who knows what happened to her. Looking down at the floor, when she heard a slight whimper, she saw Kairi crying. Nonetheless, before she could attempt anything to soothe her or say some consolances, she suddenly yelped as she found herself bending back on the floor by a heavy weight on her head, as she felt the curve of someone's back, only covered in something to avoid any unwanted contact, thank God, but it was still creepy. And due to her being planted on the floor, more preferably, her face, she almost couldn't breathe. In instinct, because of that, all she did was scream frantically as she moved to get free, or push the person who was there with her arms, as she yelled in a muffled sound, "HELP!! HELP!! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!!" When they finally did, she scurried up from where she was on the ground, her blonde hair in a mess and disarray, eyes wet and shaky, as she stared at someone from Wal-Mart, as said by the uniform, take away what seemed to be a young employee, dress in a burned pink mini-skirt. She supposed that was the cover. And what saved her from...shudder. A cross-dresser, she concluded. Breathing raggedly, she then went to regain composure, shaking her head at the intrusion, picking up her purse, only to see a freakish mouse creature the color of yellow, eating her doughnuts. Freaking out again, she swatted the thing away with the said purse like if it was a bug, needing to, but still scared of it, taking back her box hurriedly, and backing up against Kairi in the seat. What the hell just happened?!
What did break down on your computer? The only thing I ever had trouble with was a virus, and they had to fix it, for like, I don't know how long. Like a week. And $300. Man, that was freaky. My computer was going haywire back then (I still want a laptop). I have the need for sweets now. I need sweets.
I haven't eaten anything except tasty and sweet oatmeal (made by me) for the whole day. No wonder my mom is freaking. I have to wake up early tomorrow, as she's sending me to a check-up -_-. Gosh, seriously.
OOC: I LOLed at the end of Larxene's description of coolness factor, and the smoking weed rhyme xD. Also, is kind of cool that Roxas, Naminé, and Repliku are like their own group of trio, considering they're other sides of Sora, Kairi, and Riku (clone, but you know) respectively. Naminé sighed at the two, wondering if this was a boy thing, but then just as suddenly, she felt her eyes scout a sudden brightness, making her squint them and soon, shut them them until the gleam was gone just a few seconds later. Wondering where it came from, she fluttered them open, only to find something, sharp, yet soft, rubbing her back, and she froze, a unpleasant shudder going through her as its claws pricked her delicate skin. Backing away, it only began to talk, a...cat, and her eyebrows raised. It was basically saying for them not to fight, and to not keep refusing what awaits them, or so. It didn't really matter, as she wasn't sure who exactly was this...grinning feline, and who was he talking about? Watching startled as the cat went to play with Riku Replica's hair, and began making circles around where Roxas's chest was, she blinked when they all began to come towards her, and she put a arm up, but didn't back up again. They all disappeared, one after the other, and finally, with some left, she found one close to her, only to out of nowhere feel a stinging, agonizing, rip on her cheek, making her wince and retract. "Ow!" Instinctively, a hand went up to touch the spot, only to find no scar, or any feel of it on her smooth skin, along with the paw that did so. The painful jab that she felt loosened as well, after rattling her nerves, and she just stared, pondering if it will come back. Her eyes shaky, in surprise, she found Riku Replica going to her, asking if she was alright. Composing herself after a few seconds, she nodded, quite stunned. "I-I'm fine." She stared at him, lost. "What was that?" OOC: Roxas should know that answer xP, since in 358/2 Days, he seemed to be on Alice In Wonderland. "A shield would not protect you," Xemnas explicitly stated boredly, as if it was a well-reknown fact, and didn't even bother to summon his Aerial Blades as of yet due to his patience, his gaze resting on the witch before him. He had rather not deal with such pettiness as this, but if it was a must, then it was a must. Giving a one second glance at Xigbar, to give permission to join him if he wished to if it turned out to be a battle, as he didn't take him with him to just stand despite not needing help, he focused on Maleficent once more, though, guarded, if she tried anything. "Are you positive?" All Larxene had to do was spark up a few, and gash two or three in a few mili-seconds, before they felt threatened, and attacked. With such strength and conviction, before she knew it, she basically jumped into their fray of groups recklessly, slashing and breaking the Shadows with a keen ferocity, that really wasn't her own, but felt awe inspiring. How long had it been since she had felt this type of joy? As she stabbed Heartless upon Heartless, breaking through upon rank and rank, it was there she began to make use of her warm-up after a long break, feeling such euphoria in the sheer shredding of their dark flesh, and finding pleasure that she made these creatures cower in fear, as they were caught between fighting or fleeing, that she laughed. Millions and millions of little small, and sometimes big, shining pink hearts floated up and went through the ceiling merrily, like backward rain with the amount that were being released. She struck around several at once in rapid speed, electricity blitsing through her body and into the kunai she wielded, about three quarters of them disappearing by less than a minute, while more popped up to take their place. It seemed most were now moving in on her from the depths of the castle, and from top, which was good, the more, the less they all had to deal with. The grim satisfaction and sadism had reached such a limit inside her that, she began to giggle uncontrollably, finding fighting so relieving, and by this point, she sliced at her foes with almost leaps of grace, close to a dance. It kept going on and on, the numbers lowering, and lowering, even with others getting in on the action, they were destroyed almost instantly. To the Emblems, she practiced her gymnastics as she smiled, somersaulting over their heads with one hand as harsh lightning struck them from above in the form of a storm, exploding them apart. She even practiced her martial arts on a few, high kicking, her legs doing a high air twist, and smashing them, as her arms threw out vertical slashes. A wave of electricity pounded through her body as she slammed down with her knives piercing two Shadows. The lightning thrashed out and struck nearly every remaining Heartless. As she landed skillfully in a agile swoosh on her feet, she stood up just as quickly, her eyes darting around for more of them. She pouted disappointedly, almost in annoyance. That was it? Surely, she saw all of them appearing from other floors to get rid of her, yet was the number that low, or was she too blind to see the sum? It was then a large shadow loomed over, and rose like liquid, revealing the large dragon-shaped Heartless, it's jagged fangs parted in ghastly animosity. It's wings were useless for flight, bare of any tissue, but all the same flapped and stirred up a small wind. The emblem of the Heartless was crested on its head, three horns curving in toward the black-and-red insignia. The shadowy creature lunged for her, though she jumped away before the Heartless could clamp any of its wicked teeth on her. It was much bigger and harder than the simple ones she had killed, but no matter. Larxene sent a surge of electricity to shock the beast's insides as she jumped at him in a blink of a eye, sticking her arm inside his mouth in a crazy move, and took the moment to enjoy her work of art, a implosion of lightning protruding from inside the Emblem, before it was covered in a windy, storm of electricity within, lighting up the whole dim and dark area, and Larxene, as she clamped her teeh in a devil smirk, retreated, she watched as the beast vaporized into thin air, fading and dying altogether. What was left was a humongous rose heart, in all it glory, rising above in a glitter before going through the cement, and vanishing from her sight. To Kingdom Hearts, the one that wasn't their own? She didn't know. Actually, was the heart-shaped moon still there? Because, if so... Panting a little, taking in deep breaths, knowing that more would not come, she dispersed her knives, the effect leaving her more...free. Happy. Before, Larxene was feeling so stiff, and kind of tired, and weak, in the way you feel when you just wake up, but now she was all ready to be back on top of her game. This was easy, true. Nothing much. Her reasons why of doing so was completed, nevertheless. Her hunger was quelled. It was here, now, that she suddenly felt the castle shake, the thorns around her getting thicker, and moving like snakes as they slithered across the walls. Gazing at them, she shifted her blue eyes above her questionably, where Xemnas and Xigbar were to be. Did it start? OOC: Messing with colors >.<, changed to what was most fitting with the shade of Naminé and Larxene's eyes. And there are a two giant Behemoths in Nothing's Call (entrance), right? Chula, maybe we can all meet there. Along with Demyx. That, and I'd say the moon is still there (the world needs its shine). It was punctured a hole, true, but it never disappeared, as far as we know, it loomed over the sky. Whether it is able to still suck Hearts, however, is all up to the plot *stares at Repliku*.
OOC: Oh, alright :P. And, darn >.>. At least it won't be long. Naminé halted once they reached the gates, and knowing she wasn't useful in this type of case, sticking around for one of the two to do so. It kind of bothered her, that she can be someone in the way, rather than a help with something she couldn't really do, but she had begun to kind of stand up for herself. This time, like before with Sora and his memories, and again after, she would do the best she can. Listening to Roxas answering Riku Replica, she didn't say anything, knowing how Riku had acted with him at that time, and understanding Roxas's own reason. Did..they ever really forgave each other? Blinking at that thought, she went to lower her dress a little more, feeling it too high up for her taste , only to hear Roxas politely say for ladies to go in, missing who he was actually looking at. Smiling at him, she said quite shyly, "Thank you..." Gazing back up again, she saw them opened, by the blond's work, and went to walk forward and through it silently, only tuning around to the two boys once she was outside, waiting.
OOC: You don't phail at life. You can actually be more successful xD. Roxas had been running, well, not really, just walking quickly, having experienced something he couldn't quite comprehend. It was like a calling, that came as soon as it left, and he found himself browsing around a floor, not exactly knowing the destination he was heading for, just that he was heading somewhere. Going down another hall, he felt the his sense of where he was going slowly weaken now, and he didn't know where he was. He had searched Zexion's room to see if he was there withDevon, yet he knew it was impossible, considering his the Cloaked Schemer's plan. Sighing, looking down at the floor hard, he couldn't help the thought of the "Memory Witch" fill his brain. Maybe it was her he was subconsciously exploring for. No...he knew it was her. And somehow, he couldn't picture a old lady. Perhaps. He just didn't understand. Not watching where he was going, he suddenly bumped into somebody, making him finally snap out of it. Grabbing the girl's arm gently for her not to fall, as he saw her figure to concur it was female, he muttered a sorry as he stared up, only to still in surprise at who his eyes caught. It was enough that he literally felt a spark when he had barely touched her, like a vibration, he just ignored it, but this...this was something else, closely familiar. Roxas blinked, making sure he was seeing this correctly, because as cheesy as it sounded, he could swear he just saw a angel. She looked like a angel anyway. Pure, innocent, pale, untouched. For some reason, it fascinated him. Not to taint her, yet to take in the appearance. The first thing he saw was her face, smooth ivory skin, befitting of her other features, with rosy, small lips, and beautiful, periwinkle eyes, maybe cornflower. So much, and so lovely the irises, that it made him feel like he was watching the color of a mirror, her eyelids and eyelashes giving it the right amount of shade, and outline. It was then he saw her medium-long, pale blonde hair, a quite contrast to his golden darker shade, resting on one side of her shoulder cutely. While Roxas raised a eyebrow at the use of the word "cute", he then went downward, studying her, her body was petite, curvy, flat stomach, perfect, considering she looked like a girl his age, nice legs, wearing sandals, and to make her more angelic, a white, simple, dress, with no sleeves, and reaching up to mid-thigh, decorated ruffles at the hem. It was when he figured he was checking her out that he jumped, feeling his cheeks heating at the thought, and he let go of her as if her skin burned, blabbering something he didn't even know he was saying. Either way, he was enthralled with her, despite him making a fool of himself at first glance, and...the feeling he knew her didn't leave. Gazing back at her pretty face, he opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it again, In the end, as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, he asked softly, "Who are you?..." It was probably rude, and straight forward, yet that was all that kept glossing over his head. Who was she? Zexion just grew his eyes wide at Axel's exclamation, having been putting down the items in his arms, and then raised his hands, palms up, as if looking here for peace, his face blank. "I don't really care, is not my business." It didn't matter what they were doing, to him, if anything, it was a long time coming. They could "make love" here, in the kitchen, in the couch, in the bed, in the table, in the chair, he didn't really care. Though, he knew that wasn't what was being done now. He did want to question how come there was much blood than predicted in the bathtub, but truthfully, he could answer that himself, listlessly looking at Larxene. At best, he could read people, yet this time, he couldn't come with something that was permanent. Her face held so much, as well as her eyes, that he was confused on what exactly she was thinking, or "feeling". She was in her under clothes as well, no shoes, pants rolled up to the knees. Getting back to what he came here for, not asking, he got the cream jar, and one of the spray bottles of Vexen's cleaning liquid, and walked forward to the bathtub, placing the items down on the egde of the surface for her to utilize. When she looked at him questionably, he went to explain, "The spray bottle is, considering the mess I know the bathroom will be in, to clean. This is what I'm going to use to clear up the snow. The other, is a ointment by Vexen as well. It's much better than anything the First Aid kit can give you, because this not only slow down the blood flow and heals, it heals in 12 hours everything, with no scars remaining. I figured this might work for you, Axel, since you're really beaten down." "Is that so?" Larxene hissed snidely, smirking at the pack of objects brought to her with mild interest. She shrugged, replying back quite casually, "It can work if the dumb@ss here ever tells me where his wounds are. He's not going to talk, so I got to do it my way. You know..." She patted the side of the wound mockingly tender in which she had pressed hard. Larxene gave the Cloaked Schemer a high strung, tight stare, her tone a quiet snarl, "Do you want to do it?" He raised a eyebrow, shook his head, but didn't say anything, now understanding where the amount of blood flowing came from. Zexion gave Axel a fleeting look of pity for half a second, before turning it back to nonchalance, pondering if the redhead did something to aggravate her. Whatever the case, he had to get going, and they can solve their marital problems themselves if need be. Composing himself, he responded, "I would not go near a male and touch his kin within a 50 foot radius of a pole. Besides, I have to get going. It's getting dark, and it would be hard for me to clean the snow with not much to go around concerning light." With that thought, he turned around, getting the items he had left on the counter, only looking over his shoulder. "I do say so, don't end up killing him. We can't replace another VIII member." In that sentence, he began to portal out, darkness covering him as he called his destination, not looking forward to do such menial work. It was there, however, when he materialized outside, that he caught the scent of Naminé...and Roxas. Zexion widened his eyes in mild surprise, now alert, wondering if he should interrupt their meeting, but then he also had to finish this before the sky darkened, which was already. When Naminé came into their possesion, she was told clearly about not to say and what to say, if she was ever to meet with a blond "boy". The Organization never bothered to announce her of Roxas's existence, and vice-versa, she just never met the XIIIth member. Zexion wasn't sure what was going to happen with those two now, as she had no idea of her special birth. "Perhaps," was all Larxene answered vaguely to Zexion's quip, not knowing if she will kill him in the end. She was beginning to be proud of herself of avoidng his face, and eyes, at all times, and still continuing to do so, so it wasn't like she was bothered in any way about his complaints. In truth, she was honestly hoping Zexion would've taken over somehow, because her thoughts and her suspicions, as well as him not denying it, made her feel restless, and hurt, and she didn't know just how long she could last with this on her mind. She had wanted her privacy so she could fully free herself of the lock she had on her emotions, so to speak, but she was not going to show weakness when the b@astard didn't even give a damn about explaining himself. Pausing for a moment to look at the ointment, she focused her body and brain on the work, only the work, to get the contemplations out of her head, especially with the tears swelling in her eyes before. Pointless anger, huh? ******. Didn't he know he was actually fueling it? The freaking idiot. Larxene had such a need to slap him, that it was hard to concentrate when she got back to undressing him. Ignoring the shake of her chest painfully, and biting her bottom lip hard, she proceeded to go ahead and take his shirt off, giving him one more chance to tell her where his wounds were before she literally gave him new ones. She was this close to snapping. And woe is he if she did. Then again, he's probably thinking of that fangirl again, and didn't really care whether she was here or not. Maybe she should have chosen Marluxia after all. In the end, she wasn't gentle when lifting his shirt up, and taking it off over his head, his arms automatically raising. Throwing it like trash on the outside floor with the others, she tried not to gaze at his full, opened bare chest and torso, feeling her body heated again, though she did take a moment to get control of herself. He had a six pack, oddly enough, the traces of skin ever so snuggly hugging his stomach, and his chest was broad, firm, and hard. Despite his stature, he’s surprisingly muscular, as she had figured long ago. It’s not that he's bulky by any stretch of the imagination, but he was well-toned, yet still compact in his agile frame for a nice fit. And she felt another need: to run her hands on it, down his bulging arms, and...get a hold of yourself. Yet, by God, how can someone so skinny be so damn fit? With the shoes, trench coat, and shirt gone, all that was left was the pants, what she was anxious of, and her hands hovered above the zipper, hesitatingly. Now, there was another dilemma. Larxene knew this was going to be desirably provoking for her, more so if she could barely hold herself with his upper body in lust, how would she not mind the bottom, where a certain treasure was hidden? Her blue eyes quivering, and taking in a deep breath, making sure her face didn't redden, she leisurely unbuttoned it first, and she felt her blood rush through her veins when she grabbed the zipper. Alright...who didn't say she could also have her own fun while doing so? Much less awkward, and much more amusing. Smirking inwardly at her new ploy, she then began to unzip, taking her sweet time, and shamelessly trailed her fingers devilishly at the bump inside, making it appear accidental, enough so he can feel it. In fact, in a bold move, she ran her hand along it as the zipper went down, truly grabbing him for a moment until the job was done, hanging at the tip, while her other hand was on the hem to pull the pants down. The size was quite impressive, amazing, even for someone who was not "turned on" fully just yet, and it was thick as well. She could only just imagine once he did get "turned on" on how it'll be. Her prediction was more than she expected, he was more than well-endowed, and she found herself blushing anyway at the dirty thoughts and discovery, finally. Larxene knew she wasn't going to get through what she planned without she also being dragged into it, so she finally ended the agony and roughly took off his pants, rolling it down his legs, until it was out, and she also discarded it among the rest of the garments. OVER. Now, he was in just boxers, and she took a few seconds to cool herself after that stint. Leaning her back against the wall of the tub then, she didn't do anything else, and waited, staring at the ceiling alone as she said icily, wiping her forehead, "So, are you going to tell where they are, or not? I'm not doing anything else until you answer in two minutes, or else I would do it my way again. We don't have all damn day for you to make up your pathetic mind."
OOC: I'm not sure whether that's suppose to be Naminé, or if its a insult to Repliku xD.
ZOMG!! SHE'S BACK!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *breathes" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
OOC: To me? Nah, I love Pikachu. To Larxene? Yeah. Especially if she's pissed enough, not that she knows what exactly you are except a overgrown, weird yellow mouse. I decided long ago that I won't hold back on her cruelty >D, cause usually, I hesitated, and made her softer. Naminé frowned slightly, noticing the reaction the question had on Kairi, and then she felt concerned, if she had upset her in any way. Creasing her eyebrows, wondering if she should continue, her friend asked her if she truly wanted to hear the long story. Thinking, that they had nothing much better to do until the problem right now was solved, she nodded enthusiastically. Only because she seemed sad, and then suddenly blushed. It was there she began to get curious. And suspicious. Looking around, and giving her a kind of sly smile, she nudged her a little, before saying, "We have a lot of time, and I'm all ears. Besides, I want to know who's the one that got you so red. I have something to tell you, too." It was there her mind flew back to Roxas, feeling a bit abashed, remembering his smell, his deep, cerulean colored eyes, and his handsome face, for a guy his age. So, so...agh, she didn't know, but it was very liable to be kissed. It was good-looks, mixed with adorable..ness. In a way, she wanted to see him again. So far, he hasn't called her cell, or maybe she was hoping too much? Maybe the lipstick smudged? With the reminder of her cell phone, however, she gasped a little, searching for it frantically, knowing it was in her purse, and found it, along with the box of doughnuts, on the ground. Getting up and excusing herself for a moment, she went to them, and bent down, picking each up. She put her tiny purse on top of the box once more, and carried the doughnuts in her hands, heading back to her makeshift seat. Letting out a breath, she held out the load of goods out to Kairi, offering her some sweetly. "Want one? They're delicious. I had someone very special try them." With that, she wiggled a finger, her lips curling. "You still have to spill, though."
OOC: Is that what it's really called? "Where Nothing Gathers". Naminé gazed at Roxas for a moment, studying him intently for a few seconds, before giving in, and letting a nod move her head. She would think they can portal to an alley, yet, considering this was Roxas's own meaningfully search, she'll let him do what he wished for the while. She at least wanted to know whether the group consisting of Sora, Riku, and Kairi, were aware of what happened, but maybe along the hours she could try to contact her other self, or feel her presence a little on her own. She didn't know how to, really. It was worth a shot, though, later on. They were connected, and that might be a way to reach each other. Giggling a little on the ice cream comment as she placed a hand over her mouth, not ever having the sea salt flavor, she started to walk alongside Roxas, unless he was planning to run again. It was there, Riku Replica began to question Roxas's motives, and she kind of tensed, wishing that nothing will go off from this. Nothing should, really. She had to admit, she was looking forward to just exploring, and having a good time, in a way of living life. She couldn't remember ever having any good times, as much as normalcy allowed. It was just her, Roxas, and Riku Replica. Xemnas, very much on the way to Where Nothing Gathers within the Corridor Of Darkness, stopped only temporarily as he saw a violet circle shine in front of him, and simply eyed it plainly when it slowly began to build a shape. It was transformed to a cat, a unbreakable grinning cat, and not knowing what to make of it this substance, or how did it come to their world, Xemnas just stared at it idly, wondering what Xigbar was thinking of this. It simply began to speak, its words in a riddle, though he could fairly understand. Xigbar didn't agree with it, and as for him, he didn't really care. He waited to see what else the creature will do, but other than visual, it disappeared off to nothing as his body fell in demonstration. Standing there at the spot for a half-second, questioning just what was it, he decided to brush it off, having a place to go to. From studying it as they got closer, he could clearly see her vines and thorns in the way. There were some Heartless, but with one warning look from him, they obeyed and backed away to let him pass. It was the same, join with who was much stronger. This would be simple, to rid of her. Xemnas had always thought their instincts were very formidable, for not having sense of mind. In the end, he stepped into the other side, appearing in the destined path, and found himself in the white, marbled meeting chamber, 13 rows of high chairs, a few lower than others, circling around them, the raised dais in the very center where he settled, the Nobody symbol engraved on it under his feet. It was very much put into her usual preference of thorny covers, and for once, he was quite unsatisfied with the changes she was giving his creation. In his seat then, was the the ever present regal figure of a woman, green tinted face, blood colored lips, covered in black drags, and cloak, holding a staff, with the pet crow of hers rested on her shoulder. It had been long, since they had met in Hollow Bastion. No. Radient Garden. He acknowledged her sternly and dismissively. "Maleficient." Skipping formalities, he wasn't going to delay it longer of why he was here, if she hadn't guessed. "You do know of why my presence is here, and is up to you which road you will want to take: the route where it shall be more difficult, and the very decision that will make you fall, into the very abyss in which you already beheld once before, or the other: where we can handle things at peace, if you agree to leave. I do not mind either way, though it is more befitting to me to destroy you." Larxene frowned at the portal closing in front of her, hands on her hips, and Axel's pathetic little remark didn't help the less respect she felt from the whole "order", not that this was anything new. And not that she was going to follow it. It seems times hadn't changed, and she was back to square one, after all. Now, though? Now she didn't give a damn. The Organization was made with members wanting their Hearts back in the first place, the reason why they joined before they figured what they were really getting into, with Xemnas at head. At this point, they weren't sure what their goal was other than figuring out the mystery of their return, and even so, then what? As far as she knew, she can do what the hell she desired, as there was nothing tying her down any longer. She was here, for information, and nothing else, unless something changes. And right now, she wanted to kill some Heartless waste. Before she could portal, however, she turned her body a little sideways when Demyx referred to her from Axel's own portal. What she heard made her squint a eye, almost as if it was burning, and she found herself gritting her teeth roughly, though she wasn't quite sure how to answer that. No one can deny her actions in Castle Oblivion with the insufferable redhead, and he wasn't exactly ugly...as far from the word, admittingly. He was still in her Torture List anyway, and if only he wouldn't be missing when a meeting started, she would've gotten him out of her hair sooner. If anything, touching him, whether to annoy him, or in the real truth, simply wanting to whether he liked it or not, as she will do what she pleased, and it was rather fun at the time on his reactions, was the most regretful thing she had ever done, other than ever giving her trust. And she felt sick at the reminder, in the nauseating aspect of the whole thing as memories swirled. Whatever the case, she'll take all of it back. Clenching her fists, in the end, she just swung in perfect aim two electrified kunai at Demyx's empty head, and didn't even bother to stay and watch as she then transported out, a black, wisped sphere encompassing her body as she disappeared, and materialized in a dark, hollow space, leaving the two aggravations behind. She'll abandon Axel to deal with that nutcase. One of them was bound to die if she stayed there any longer. Heated, she glared around The Soundless Prison area, finding that the most lower levels will be a good start to get rid of Heartless scum. While having cells, and not a very high place to be, usually, it was filled with light, and some type of color, yet now...now it was as ebony as the night sky, and dark thorns, from the ceiling, raging into the walls like moss, took their decoration almost everywhere. This witch had a nasty odd sense of style. It wasn't long when she saw pools of darkness cover some of the floors, familiar creatures rising, from Shadows, to NeoShadows. To even higher leveled ones. There were even a few Emblems. It was weird. Before, they were killed because of the Hearts they harbored, but now...they were for play. She knew that they go with who was most powerful, but what joy will that partake in? She gave a wicked grin as with flashes of electricity, her full kunai appeared on her hands, ready to launch and get some well-needed exercise.
OOC: What do you mean, hurt people, Fire? How can you hurt people in here? o.O Seriously. Axel didn't how long he had been with his eyes closed, letting his other senses take over on a greater extent with one of its own was shut. It felt like minutes though, minutes, upon minutes, and nothing really changed about how terrible he felt, except being more calm and serene after the bout of fury was over. Yet, he was left with a haunting, bitter, side affect, and he wanted to stay here as much as he liked, away from everyone and anything. He didn't want to go to the school, because he knew something awaited him there that he did not want to face, and he didn't want to go look for Rei, merely because he didn't have a explanation as to all of what Denise said. He had told himself already, that half of the bad habits he had acquired throughout the years were still being done, minus the sex, and now, he had no excuse, he couldn't lie either. He really had no reason. He couldn't say that was in the past and he stopped, because that wasn't really the truth. Axel knew that if she asked him, about all she heard, he wouldn't have a answer, and the response will be silence. Then again, silence said enough. But then, what will she think of him after? It was embarassing. He felt ashamed. If not, just...some other person she had never knew about. A much darker one. And probaly one who she might not want to be friends with, or even acquainted. And, honestly, those ways of his were hard to end. Tifa, even, didn't know half, despite that he trusted her with a few. The one who knew perfectly well all of his treacherous acts, was Roxas. And that's how he had wished for it to remain, until he found someone who can love him, and he can entrust that to her too, to take him for who he is. Sighing, wincing a little at the sting of his hands from before, and the feel of dry blood, he didn't flicker his eyes opened at all. They were heavy with the tears before, and his own body was exhausted with what occurred previously. Axel was aware he owed Rei some ice cream still, to finish what was suppose to be a peaceful day, yet he wouldn't. Couldn't, more preferably. He hoped she wouldn't find him, but she will, because he also doubted she'll leave him behind. His breathing slowing, he almost felt really light, maybe he was falling asleep, he didn't know. Smelling the salt water, the scent of the sea in the air, made him feel at ease, the cool, evening breeze blowing more roughly pass his skin, fluttering his clothes, and the light sound of seagulls, somewhere overhead, the small roar of waves swaying back and forth, the trickle of water right under him, was enough to make him dazed. Though he didn't want to sleep. But he didn't want to move either.
Larxene's eye twitched at the pet name, but she didn't mind, considering he was saying it in a more loving, teasing way, rather than just to irk her. Well, irk her even more. Which would be a bad move at the moment. As he circled his strong arms around her, in a soothing hug, needing to bent it out somehow first, she went to rant, "Everything's fine now? Some of my things are burned! They almost ruined my condo, which trust me, was NOT easy to gain! If I had known that I will ever have someone portalling in my home, making a home video, or peeping at me from it, I would've put that security ages ago! I never needed it until now. I don't even know HOW THE HELL Demyx knew where I lived! Or even that supid rat! I should've killed them both! In fact, I swear if I ever see them again, I will make sure they will be immobilized for life! And the moment is ruined too, so now, I won't even have my pleasureable, hot, sex to look forward to, DAMN IT!!" She let out a sharp breath, as her features hardened, but came to relax slowly after her fired stint, returning Axel's embrace after a while as her own arms wrapped tightly around him, her face digging at the crook of his neck, his familiar scent calming her a little, in some unexplained remedy. Not that she minded. Her blood pressure ran high every time she got this angry, and she rather not have to deal with it. Fluttering her eyes closed, she stayed in his hold, attemtping to clear her mind, as she was still ardent and ready to kick something else if given the chance. Larxene also didn't know what to do now, except maybe check the things that were burned, and then head back to Wal-Mart. She didn't really want to, but she figured that by now it was too late to conitnue what they were doing. Or rather, too many disruptions in the way.
OOC: What do you mean goodbye present? You're not leaving! D< Unless you give me a good reason why. Axel, when it was finally over, didn't know what was truly going on, or how it happened. As far as he knew, he remembered Xengla, who delivered it, telling him that Angel bought it in the ship, in a store, no less, and he doubted it had any sort of special power, if it was a normal necklace. Still holding unto Shigiku, not letting her go, and keeping her with him in case, he eyed everyone else who was staring at him, just as lost as he was. In a response, he shrugged, the atmosphere of Jack's death somewhat lifting at this new absurd happening. Once he thought it over, sharp as always, he glanced over at where Xengla was left, now gone, and he furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. Did she had something to do with this? "I think I can give a explanation," Zexion spoke up, surprisingly, as he had always remained silent. Standing up steadily, he focused his gaze on Axel, most of all, and gave a stern nod at him when he returned the eye contact. "The girl, as you have noticed, had faded away. When you slashed her, it seems you hit deeper than intended, and in the end, she 'died', so to speak. Usually, as Nobodies, we return to the darkness, forgotten, but, I think I know why it glowed. Who gave that necklace to you?" He flickered his eyes around, not quite believing that he had made Xengla fade away, when he was sure he didn't hit that deep into it. Axel didn't mean for that to happen, truthfully, and while he couldn't feel anything for the girl, as he never liked her, and they never really spoke enough, he felt somewhat responsible. Going to answer Zexion's question, nevertheless. after checking on Shigiku, he went to say, "Angel gave it to me. Xengla's Other self, her whole self. She was my friend..." "Hmm, alright. Look, I don't know how it happened, or how is it possible, but you might want to see what's down the hall. I think I know what activated the light, and the connection of the necklace between Angel and you must've ignited it. Otherwise, the reason...you might want to look," Zexion replied vaguely, though he was more concerned over how had a Nobody come back to being whole. With her Heart. Was it the power of friendship? Was it the connection? Was her Heart, somehow, somewhere else when she got attacked by a Heartless? It could beanaything unknown, yet it was worth the study, if they come back to their castle. This was a true mystery, and it might just help to find another way. Thinking that it was no use pondering about it any longer, as they needed to get through this cruise first, he slowly went to point in the direction where he "smelled" Angel, commenting quite loudly for the girl to maybe listen to him, "Perhaps she can come out for us." Roxas just set his eyes down the hall in turn, not exactly understanding how can a Nobody come back, from what he was hearing, but as he stared over Naminé's shoulder, the embrace still intact, he waited patiently, wondering what was going to happen. Or either Zexion had gone off the switch.
OOC: Now you did it o.O. That was it for Larxene. She wasn't concerned about the fire, knowing Axel will handle it for her before it even touched any furniture, but this...this, was the last straw. Putting the condo in danger, not to mention the whole expensive building, considering she had to work her sweat, money, wages, taxes, debts to own this, this is what permanently ticked her off. She was just there, enjoying the fireworks Axel was doing, and even giggled when he whispered in her ear, but after she watched the brainless imbeciles...because really, they didn't have a ounce of IQ apparently, even that weird, yellow mouse, set her home on fire, that was the breaking point. Thankfully, she still had her skirt and boots on, and while she was in a bra, she had no problem dealing with idiots when the time calledd for it. Getting out of Axel's hold and off of him, without even thinking, she, in a dash of speed, grabbed hold of the mouse's ear as he was running around, and yanked it up to lift him, not giving a damn if she was harming the creature. In fact... "You just got me PMSing. Congratulations." Glaring maliciously at him with a evil smirk that was befitting of her, with the animal still on fire, she ignored the small heat it gave her. She threw him in the air slightly, and snatched his tail, about to have her fun with it. Chuckling, she began to spin the mouse around, and around, and around cruelly, before she then went to slam him down painfully on the floor in a swing of her aem, and made it back and forth again in another slam in the tiled ground as a portal opened beside her at the same time, before letting him go. As she let him fall, she kicked him like a soccer ball into the the Corridor Of Darkness by the butt mercilessly, hearing him hit something. As for the other fool... Her furious eyes then settled on Demyx, and in another flash, she had him hung by his neck, her nails digging into his skin hard as her hand wrapped around his throat, before firmly, going to electrocute him, his whole body shaking and setting off a certain light of statics. Larxene didn't want to hurt him that badly, or make him paralyzed, so it was small, but enough to warn him about never doing what he had done again. Still with her underwear on, she simply "guided" him out the same hold, not worrying about choking him, before throwing him like a rag doll into the portal as well, checking to make sure the mouse was still there. After making certain that Dumb and Dumberer were together on the other side, she boomed so loudly in a growl that the celing shook, "AND STAY OUT!!" With that, she closed the portal, watching it get smaller as a poof of black smoke remained, before the air was clean of it. Letting out ragged breaths from her blood rushing, her face kind of red due to the rage she had instigated on them, she stomped over at a small box, put on the corner of the wall, hidden away from any eyes. From first glance, anyway. Opening the plastic lid, she punched in a few numbers, and a secret code, before a slight sort of sound wave styled shield went forward from the spot, surrounding her small condo in its protection, to keep off intruders, uwanted guests, and basically anything harmful. It wasn't odd that most buildings had this in this type of world they lived in, and considering this was quite the one, it had its own security system. She did say she was to activate it, and she did as she promised herself. This would prevent anyone from portalling, transporting, or getting inside at any rate, no matter how strong and powerful it was. She did pay for living here, so she had to get what she was payign her hard earned money for, dammit. Slamming the wall, she went to lay on it, her arms crossed over her almost bare chest as she tried to calm herself down. She couldn't believe this... OOC: And really, don't magically make something up to take the security off >.>. I don't want to deal with something like that, too lazy ^^;. I didn't make Larxene go that easy on Pikachu, cause, he is a Pokémon. "I don't know..." Naminé answered her disappointedly, shaking her head at Kairi, lost, not knowing where Genie was, or how long it was going to take for him to get here. Sighing, she went to sit in a small, smooth rubble, that made a fine seat, and rested there, not exactly knowing what to do now. It wasn't like they can do anything at the moment, except wait or see what happened next. Naminé did hope it won't turn into a revenge spree, without exactly certain who was the culprit. They can make a mistake, and while the workers at Wal-Mart were the first thought, it still wasn't positive. Making room for Kairi, if she wanted to, she went to stare at the girl, giving her a weak smile. "Want to sit here with me? I'm curious as to where you've been yourself, hmm?"
OOC: It is different? Well, considering we kind of have to play them in more character as they are since this is like a post KH2 type of thing, without straying like usual in RPs xP, I'd say you're doing splendid, my love. Actually, right on point. You do a awesome Axel, honestly. You even went ahead the first moment you posted mentioning Roxas is the one that mattered, which also shows you went in-depth to his character in cutscenes. Actually, I should ask your opinion about my characters :P. By the way, who would play Maleficent temporarily? Naminé nodded at Riku Replica's enthusiasm, a gentle smile on her face at the agreement, before waving a hand for him to come as she began to trail after Roxas, at a leveled, but quick pace. He was waiting for them, after all, and when she reached him, she acknowledged that they could head out now, but not before suggesting with a tone of wonder in her voice, "Do you want to portal there? I've been thinking..." Her eyes fluttered at herself in contemplation, because that way, she could also be certain that they can, and if anything, there was a chance to go to Destiny's Islands later on. She was aware Roxas would want to avoid it, but concerning the situation at hand, it was best to discuss this with the group than anything. Is not like he had to go back to Sora, right off, did he? Or perhaps, Riku Replica can make his way there, to see if Kairi, and Sora, even noticed that their other selves were gone. She was honestly concerned, with their coming back, and why, and by who, or even how, yet it was also a good idea for Roxas to see what he wanted, and maybe...she didn't know what, but it will be a good experience. In the end, she silently waited for Roxas's decision to go the center of Twilight Town by walking, or portalling. "Oh, no problem, I'm so glad it was. It would've been better if you stayed sleeping permanently, but ah well, I guess luck is not on anyone's side, unfortunately," Larxene responded quite airily, with a nonchalant wave of her hand as the other was on her hip, sarcasm in every syllable. In all honesty, she couldn't stand his voice for over more than five seconds, and the childish, immature nickname wasn't helping his status either, despite that she frowned inwardly. If he was expecting her to get irritated by that, he had another thing coming. She could be just as "civil" and casual as he was, and she was able, as hard as that is to believe, to be passive. In this case, the "Lightning Bug" comment didn't faze her at all, considering his own hair could impale small mammals on the back of his head if given the try. Larxene still loathed him, in fact, it was hard enough that she let him pass without inflicting something else on his cocky face as something in her stomach burned disgustingly, but she held herself, and simply walked around him, preferring the ignore card for the sake of not doing anything to deform him. She wished she had more worthy people to talk to. Stepping up to Xemnas, rather, exploring some of the still sleeping members, she asked the Superior, not glancing at him, a smirk grazing her lips, "So, how did it all end? Obviously, as me and Marluxia predicted, it went to shambles. Though, it will be nice to hear how it got there. More preferably, how everyone disappeared into nonexistence." "Hold your tongue," Xemnas warned darkly in a tight voice, his expression pointed, and the tone so thick imperilment, that he saw the girl simply gaze at him. It was one thing to jabber about anything that does not matter, but it was another when it speaks of betrayal, and his collapse. He would not stand for such disrespect and her unrefined demeanor. "Need I not remind you of your own failure. And the reason of its failure, which was quite weak-minded." She didn't made any movement to acquire her reaction to the words, except her eyes glittering in anything, but a negative aspect, and it proved so when she smiled ambiguously. She had a retort at the tip of her tongue, but she went with. "Just. Asking." It was at this moment that Xigbar decided to return, reporting that there was, indeed, someone taking hold on the premises, a witch. There were also Heartless, and at least the lower levels were taken. It was with this that her fingers tickled ewith static as she sneered gleefully, for once, eager in the positive way to flex her muscles and slash, as well as destroy. Hopefully, she wasn't rusty, after all, she had been gone for a year, at the least, she could tell. Something told her she was. Truthfully, she couldn't even remember anything, and it somehow felt like she was missing a piece of her, a piece of her life, after she had faded, now that she thought about it. Yet, it was the here and now, and she had to focus on what was presented to her. Larxene would've preferred to take on that witch, sounded fun, but it seems considering she was in Xemnas's throne, that this was something he should deal with himself, more so as the castle was his territory, and the one who build it. She just wanted to do something. So far, it has been boring. "I'll fight off the Heartless. I need to test myself." The sudden, out of nowhere rant, basically, that came after her sentence only made her eyes grow a bit in surprise, but then they lowered deadpanned as she recognized the highly pitched, annoying voice of Demyx. Great. The silence was over. And replaced by a irittating thorn. Not that Demyx was always annoying, a bit of a pushover and one to complain constantly, but not to this degree. She let out a exasperated breath, with a roll of her eyes. Perfect. Xemnas just stared blankly at Demyx, who had woken up, in the most oddest of ways out of him and the other three. What he said didn't really affect him, really, how could it? It wasn't like he had the source to get angry, or upset. In the end, with one last glance, he paid his attention to Xigbar, concentrated more on what he said, than anything else. The witch? Maleficent. His eyes narrowed, as his lips formed a thin line, before speaking, "I will take care of the witch personally, and if you wish to do so, you can join, Xigbar." With a nod to the man, he then eyed Larxene, who had a scowl on her face as she looked from the corner of her eyes at the water wielder. "You will take care of the Heartless, as well, as you wish to do. We can all sense them if we try. Axel may or may not go with you. It will be up to him. As for Demyx..." He trailed off there, pausing, before saying, "I'll let you deal with him. Let us go, Xigbar." With a swish of his black cloak, he turned, a dark portal was quickly summoned in the wall that will lead to the Throne Room. Without hesitation, and without waiting any longer, knowing Number II will follow, he stepped in, leaving the neophytes to fend for themselves before he heard any yells of outrage from Larxene. A headache was slowly forming. He had forgotten how his Organization was. Larxene herself blinked, watching them go out as he hurriedly ditched them. Wait, what?
OOC: I'm more surrpised that I manage that summary in less than 10 minutes o.O. And wow, Dr. Evil, that Marluxia sounded bitter in the breaking fourth wall sort of way xD. Naminé is more of the "mom", though. "Is alright...as you saw, Jack was happy, to join back with his family. And even yours..." Axel muttered, attempting to give her some consolation, as he held the child close and tight, letting her cry, mourn, and release most of her pressure on his chest, aware of why. She just basically lost people that played a part in the last six years of her life. Jack, was kind of the last member of that past, and he had gone as well, leaving only him and Naminé to take care of her. He, had stopped crying a few seconds ago, expressing his own exhaustion of the things that happened in the span of a few hours. Sighing, the air tainted with the loss of Jack, who he felt guilty of the way he treated, he leaned his back against the wall, his broken and bloody arm laying unmoving on his side, while the other was the one that embraced Shigiku in place. He was feeling kind of weak, and he didn't know whether it was the blood loss or the heaviness of the trainwreck that was this pathetic cruise. Running a hand through the girl's hair comfortingly, his eyes watched in a jaded sort of way at Naminé heading to hug Roxas on her own, and he somehow gave a weak, devilish smirk at that. Guess the kid was getting closer to snatching the girl, however, he knew how much Naminé really meant to him. Relaxing himself, though the tension was uncomfortable, so it was hard to, he just rested for awhile, knowing they had to keep moving soon, after the shock of Jack's death was at least lowered on all of them. Seeing Rexwand nearby, he suddenly remembered how he had ripped Xengla's stomach open in his fury, and while he concentrated on Shigiku the most, he tried to see where the girl went, as she wasn't here. Had he scared her off? Not that he truly cared...it wasn't like they ever had the chance to bond or anything. Nevertheless, in a instant, a light suddenly shone brightly from him, lighting up the whole dim and dismal hall with its shine, and he had to close his eyes in return as it bothered his sight. It didn't stop, though, and wondering what the hell was going on, he tried to get used to the new illumination, fluttering his eyelids hard as he forced his pupils to check where it was coming from. At first, he thought it was from Shigiku, as she had magic, but as he stared closely, it was coming from his neck. Blinking in surprise, he noticed that it wasn't just coming from his neck either, but rather, a necklace, the gift Angel had left before she disappeared and someone else replaced her: her Nobody. And the necklace he had forgotten about with all the stuff happening around him. The flame pendant that was hung on it was floating, the source of the unknown glow right in the center of the item, and just as quick as it came, it went out, the object bumping back into his collarbone as it ended. He blinked again. Angel...? Roxas, rubbing his eyes from the tears, feeling kind of foolish that he was crying this way for a man, that he didn't even know, but the death greatly overpowering, was surprised when he suddenly felt small, fragile arms wrapping around him. So much, that his body froze like a block of ice. He didn't need to look up to know who it was, he could tell by her distant scent, and the familiarity of her, yet, he was quite unable to bring it into his brain that she was here, with him, in a comforting hug. Slowly, as he regained movement, he circled his own arms around her, and tightened the hold, resting his head on her soft shoulder, hearing her cry, and feeling something wet trace the back of his neck. Rubbing her back in solace, quite unabashed, he stayed there, feeling much better, and more relieved as she understood where he was comind from. Half-closing his eyes dazedly, he whispered gently as he took her for all she was worth, "Naminé..." It was at that moment, that a light blared in his eyes out of nowhere, making them really shut, and he covered his face on the crook of her own neck. Opening them back carefully, though not by much, he at least managed to see where it was coming from: Axel. Though he had no idea why, and when he just began to question it, the light disappeared in a one second whisk. As if someone flipped off the switch, and his gaze met Axel's befuddled one, both looking confused, though his best friend was mostly directing this at the necklace on his neck, something he hadn't seen Axel wear at all for the time being. Zexion, after the flare of light had gone, stared at the redhead. Ever since he saw Jack pass away, falling down to the abyss of the shaft, he had gotten quiet, and silent, not able to be so sympathetic as the rest, yet he did feel something, of sadness. Just not strong. Nobody could blame themselves. This was, he thought, the path that the man wanted to have, from the peaceful expression on his face. Their souls, with Kingdom Hearts being the heart of all worlds, and every human being's, also had their place to go when they died, so even in the end, they still meet once more together in the afterlife. What distracted him, was what just happened, looking at Axel's necklace in wonder. It was at that precise second, that he "smelled" a certain newcomer. No...not really. It had the essence of that girl who was just here, the Nobody, of who faded away because of Axel's attack. Yet, now, it seems she got a second chance, something that troubled him, and made him rethink. This very girl...was only quite the distance away from them. How did this went on? And how did it affect that necklace? It was even sort of a calm as well, a symbolic phenomenon, with all the deaths, of that there is light in the darkness even still. Didn't change the fact of how that girl returned being whole.
