Ok it's worth a shot. I'll see how it turns out.
(OOC: Nice signature.) Gasping and not believing what he was hearing he began to panic. "No you don't mean that. Crap he's in the castle already!" Demyx sensed Xemnas's presense. "I'm doomed."
Could someone please color this for me? I would, but I don't have the programs to do so? If you need a bigger version of it I can give it to you if it makes it easier to color.
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"Ok? If I were Axel where would I take Xion?" Demyx searched the rooms one by one until he finally found her. "Xion, are you all right? You're not hurt are you?" he walked past Axel and sat with her on the bed.
(OOC: Hell Kitten, I've decided to use this song for Demyx. Please add it. It's called Reasons to live by DragonForce. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-bS7mCCWs8&feature=channel_page Stirring slightly in his sleep, he stretched his fingers curling them as he began to dream. Shadows drifted across the beach as he tuned his sitar sitting on a rock playing softly, his voice drifting to the distance. Waves crashed upon the beach as his leather cloak dragged in the water. Taking his hand through his hair, the spray of the ocean cast droplets onto it reflecting a prisism effect as the sunlight glistened his blondeish brunette locks.Inhaling the crisp sweet air, he took a dive into the depths swimming with the other sea creatures, his arms spreading apart dividing the crystal clean waters. With his eyes wide open, the element absorbed within him. His weapon was in his grip along with the self satisfaction of experiencing the freedom he so rightfully deserved. Riding the waves with only his feet, he made it back to the shore running along the golden wet sands. The melodious nocturne raised his hand up to the sky watching the water absorb quickly from the sun rays. It would soon be time for him to return to castle, the soltiude of imprisonment ruled by the tyrant Xemnas. "To bad I can't just stay here. It's so peaceful and warm and..." He saw the appearance of another as the figure stepped through the portal. "I wonder who that can be?" Demyx sighed placing a hand into the air feeling his mullet and running his hand down by his side. His breath be still at the one he saw before him. She had come to him at last even if it was to bring him back. "Larxene," he mused as she walked past him in haunty fashion. "Why have you come for me?" Smiling he took his hand into her own, viewing her sadistic grin and her movements around him. It was obvious she came on her own wanting to see him. His eyes followed her every agile movement from the softness of her steps barely crushing the sand to her hair swaying in the breeze. He was fixatated on her. "Tell me were you sent by Xemnas to come get me?" he switched postions with his sitar into his other hand before laying it close to his feet. Her eyelashes hinted a dangerous dance wanting for him to come close to her. Making his sitar disappear he caressed her cheek and brought his right hand close to her body, picking her up with ease he ran with her to the ocean tossing her slighty in as he heard her laugh. Yep, this was defintely a dream if Larxene were to be thrown into water and enjoy it. Diving in after her, both of their bodies were tossed beneath the waves, before they both were washed onto the beach. Laying on his back, her shadow hovered over him as it loomed closer his body relaxing at her gentle touch until her light weight layed on him and their lips met passionately. Their elements collided, creating a small blast, their body reigning with pain as she inflicted and he recieved. "No!" Sitting straight up, his body was literally covered with sweat. Short bursts of air were heard as he tried to realize what had happened. Knowing it was only a dream, he rolled out of bed and walked over to his desk. Feeling around in the dark, he touched a smooth surface that happened to be his journal. With his journal in hand, he took out a pen and began to write about what he dreamt remembering all of the details that had occured. It was so real and it was a wake up call that his mind was telling to react and give him a warning of something. Finishing his entry, he tossed his journal back onto his desk and remembering he didn't have the chance to brush his teeth since Axel had knocked him out, he aimlessly headed towards his bathroom walking right into the sheet. He was starrtled and more awake, his left hand feeling for his light switch. Shedding light into the bathroom, he began to brush his teeth and upon doing so he happened to notice a bottle of peroxide laying on the ground and his mirror dripping with the liquid on the edges of it. "What the...?" Bending down he picked up the bottle and set it on the counter wondering where it had come from? "Axel or Roxas must of used it. They were the only ones in my room?" he shrugged his shoulders and put it away. "I'll ask them tomorrow and hopefully I'll get a door soon," he groaned that the sheet had fallen down from him running into it. Shaking his head, he yawned and stepped over the sheet making his way back to bed. Just when he was about to call it a night, he heard a voice down the hall keeping him awake. "What the hell is going on? Can't I ever get some sleep?" he complained walking over to his bedroom door. Thinking if he should go out of his room or not, he decided to portal out before taking a blanket with him into the living quarters as he made himself a bed on a couch using some extra pillows as his own pillow. "Maybe I can actually get some sleep for once," he grumbled making himself comfortable while he starred into the darkness. He figured since the noice was close to his room that he would get some peace downstairs. Looking out the window in a dazed fashion, his eyes starred at the heart shaped moon making him yawn and snuggle closer in his blanket with his stuffed blue dolphin at his chest. "If I don't get any sleep tonight everyone is going to hear about it," he softly mentioned cuddling with his possession of plush.
Running past the rooms he frantically dashed down the halls trying to find Xion and Axel. "Where are they?"
I don't like Vexen or Xaldin. I have my reasons, but I would rather not share.
(OOC: #8 Axel, could I please be Demyx? I'll catch up on that plot and see where everyone is at if I'm accepted.)
He ran into the portal and searched through the castle. "Xion? Where are you? I have to find her. Who knows where she could be?"
OOC: Woah I wasn't expecting that, but I'm fine with it. Poor Demmy.) D= Kneeling on one knee, he snickered at Roxas's reply of Zexion. Anything was setting him off and it would only be time when the sugar wore off and he would crash. Taking his hand to his mouth he placed it over trying not to laugh so hard, but he couldn't contain his hysteria. Coughing a few times from his throat being parched he hicupped, his body telling him to cease. His sides were hurting so bad as if they were on fire. His head was hurting and so was his chest from the collision of Axel's thin muscular upperbody making his bearings slightly fuzzy. Swinging his arms out in front of him he felt for something to touch as he tried to regain his balance. Making the mistake of touching Roxas, he nearly pulled the younger member over as he tried to get up. He was acting like such a clown that he managed to see the makeshift sheet supposedly a door hung up. Baring a wide smile he thought it as a pathetic attempt for a door and would have to be replaced for a real one in the near future. Looking up at Axel he staggered falling back down shaking his head, giggling more listening to what Axel was lecturing him about this time. "Yeah I bet they did, but who cares. They can't do anything about it. What are they going to do come here and hurt me? " He blew some air followed by the shaking of his head. "Right..." At this moment he didn't care who or what showed up. He had so much energy he could take on anything. In his state of mind, he was being a show off not knowing what was going on outside in his own world. He pointed at the fire wielder, his azure orbs sparkling with life "That's for me to know and you to find out," his eyes blinked twice before rubbing them with his left hand and placing it down by his side. He chuckled and gasped at the sudden realization of being touched. "Hey? What was that for?" he swung his arm up at him and tried to smack him. His senses heightend and his powers began to form warning Axel he wasn't kidding around anymore. He had gotten the message the moment he felt a nudge. To make matters worse, his body was rising above the ground on its own, his eyes starring into the one who held him in the air by his chest. Moving his head slightly to the left and then to the right he struggled to get out of Axel's clutched grip that was nearly choking him. What was the youth of fire going to do? Had he crossed the line and unleashed his anger? "Axel what are you doing? I'm not lauging anymore dude. You made your point ok?" Gulping and wondering what was going to happen, his right glove began to heat up as he used his element to raise his body temperature to a boiling point. Unfornutely before he could expell the contents, his stomach felt compressed, his neck ached and his vision blurred until the darkness was the only thing remaining. Though his mind was gone, his senses were still aware and alert of what was happening for he felt his body flying into the air and landing on something plush. Slumber cast over his being, his body resting in a naurcotic state that could awake in a moment's notice. Little did he know, the castle had changed mysteriously allowing no one to enter or leave and that soon the organization would face an unknown danger like any other and it was vital that all the of the members were back in tip top shape ready to battle. Demyx would be forced to fight whether he liked it or not and it would test his true abilities and what he was capable of. Only time would tell.
Hey Daxma, I think you're a good role-player and I would like to invite you to join nobodynerd100's rpg. Here is the link if you're interested....
Why don't you wait till tomorrow. That way everyone will be on hopefully. I would like to respond to Organization XIII's Revenge again, but I'm...
"Xion! No!" He watched the void disappear leaving him alone with Xemnas. "Oh no," he backed away. "I have to go after her and you can't stop me I hope not anyway," he made another portal appear.
So your rpg is getting more people. That's great! I'm glad I was able to help.
"No! NO!" Demyx tried to escape nearly choking from his hood being tugged against his throat. "No don't hand me over to the boss," he kept his grip on Xion not letting her go afraid she would get hurt if she fell. "Have mercy!" He was scarred to death when he saw those ominous orange orbs of doom starring down at him. He knew he would get it for sure when they arrived back at the castle.
"Boss?" I... He was so confused, but he couldn't run knowing Axel would hunt him down like prey and capture him and Xion. He looked to the right thinking of his options. No, Xion had to be safe even if it meant risking himself in the proces. Swallowing, he stepped back and fled running as fast as he could keeping Xion close to him in his arms like a baby.
Demyx backed away once he saw the sharp blades and his superior ready to attack him if he refused. Axel was an intense fighter, one of the best Xemnas had so he had no choice, but to to yeild. Looking at the dangerous emerald eyes of the fire wielder and the glowing orange orbs of Xemnas, he held Xion close to him and stepped forward. "I don't want her or myself to get hurt especially by you Axel." He knew he was a weak fighter compared to the eighth member.
