Of course, the response caught Zexion quite off-guard. He hadn't thought that there were many who had ever read the books, let alone memorize quotes from their pages, and the girl seemed so confident. This was humiliating and definitely not called for! Yet at the same time, for some reason the girl reminded the Schemer of himself, with her calm attitude. No wonder he got so falsely irritated at her; they were too similar for his liking. He looked around the room, glad that he and Marluxia were alone once again. Next time the girl would pay, and quite possibly with her sanity. Zexion's illusions were not to be taken lightly... But why was he getting himself all wound up over one little annoyance anyway? It wasn't emotions, he was sure of that, but it wasn't exactly normal either. The young Nobody shivered, and then looked behind him to a bookshelf, whose sight was a comfort for sore eyes. He felt over the spines of the books lightly, and then slipped out a small novella that looked interesting. He opened it and gave the pages a quick skim before looking up at Marluxia. "Shall we resume this another day? I'd also like the borrow this, it appears to be an interesting read."
Zexion faked a chuckle, but in reality he was indignant. What did age have to do with anything? Surely she should know by now that only intelligence and ability mannered. Besides, ranking was counted in the order the members joined, not as to how old they were. However, his literary mind soon flickered to a Shakespeare play that he had read a while ago, The Merchant of Venice. There was a certain quote from there that expressed his feelings perfectly, and he only felt it appropriate to use the statement. "Never judge by mere age. After all, 'There has never been so young a body with so old a head'." He paused for a moment, as he often did when quoting older writing. "I assume you know Shakespeare?" He would definitely come off as strange to her, but in reality he was toying with her. That way he would not only get the satisfaction of watching the girl in her lack of comprehension, but hopefully she would stop bugging him.
Alright~ Is Fuzzy usually on in the night or the morning?
Nice! So I shall make one more post once someone else does? He's just being led into the room at the moment, after all~
Sorry 'but not posting recently in your RP...Let's say writer's block and a whole week of finals is not good for my brain. -_- But thanks for the...
"Hm?" Zexion looked up, finally coming out of what seemed to be a trance of thought. In reality, like Marluxia had assumed, he was not prepared for what seemed to be such a rash reaction. However, by staring at some of the psychology books on the shelves, he had come to what was to him an ingenious conclusion. The arrival of the new member was rather irritating; he would have to share his little plot later, and when no one else was around. She didn't seem too bad, at least she appeared to be going out for a mission or something of the like. She could be rather worthwhile, and certainly lees likely to be turned into a Dusk, unlike some of the others. However, it puzzled him as to how she was staring at him. Why, if he didn't know better he would be feeling uncomfortable! "You're new here, I suppose?" The best trick was to make himself seem unfriendly, and so he put a condescending tone to his voice.
Urgh... On the bright side: I made a post. On the not-so-bright side: I couldn't make it sooner because of midterms. ;-;
And...The door that Rin had just burst through did not lead to the throne room. Instead it seemed to be a rather empty hall, filled with portraits and jewels. Perhaps this was a treasury or something of the like? However, by now he knew that he was in trouble, because he could already feel his shoulder aching from the guard that was pulling him up harshly. The man eyed his attire with steely eyes, and then look confused. Wasn't this supposed to be a messenger? If he was, then why was he running through the castle...? "Are you lost, boy?" That was the best conclusion the guard could come to. It wasn't easy to get a messenger's outfit, and the kid did seem a bit confused. He would still keep the possibility that he was a thief in his mind, but for now he would go with the more positive outlook. To his relief, Rin nodded slowly, as if in a bit of a daze. The guard next to him snickered a little, but sharp elbow to the side changed that. "I...I have a message for the king..." And thus his urgency was explained to the two guards. They said nothing, but gave an affirming nod to him, and led him along the hallways, to where Rin assumed the throne room actually was.
Thank you! I hope I'll be able to get in a nice post once I figure how what to do~
Like Claus said, it's fun, and it's also quite a fun surprise. You never know what picture you might get! Also...I might need one of those guides on how to BS a long post like you mentioned in the RP's OP. I'm fresh out of ideas. ._.
Oh is it...? Hrm, maybe I should hurry up~ >:3
The messenger, who is being held back by an idiot girl with writer's block. ;-; If I do post, it will feel too short... ._. Quite right you are there.
"The answer is simple," Zexion moved his bangs away from his face, revealing his other eye, which was just as piercing as the one most usually saw, This effect seemed to further the intensity of his statement, not to mention his especially devious grin, "We use our lessers to kidnap him." By lessers, he meant the lower-class Nobodies that were under their control. They were quite useful servants at times, though he preferred to only send them out for menial work. Using his for fighting just seemed...dishonorable. It wasn't like he had many, either. Sometimes he wondered why those like Demyx had more forces for their disposal.
"Yes, definitely. While he other of our elder, he sometimes seems to be much more like a child than one would expect..." He used to admire the Freeshooter, back when he was still having difficulty from transitioning from a younger, innocent mindset to what he is now like today, but those days were long gone. Sometimes he hoped that the man would get struck down in a tough mission, or have the misfortune to be caught eavesdropping by Xemnas or Saix. He sighed in false exasperation, and then looked around the halls. "Well, show me this little sanctuary of yours..." As usual, he was somewhat clueless about the upper floors. However, he did enjoy it when one of his peers, usually a Lesser Nobody of inferior intellect, foolishly decided to venture into the dark lower floors, losing their way in the labyrinth of twists and turns. It wasn't so much that it was built to be more confusing; in fact, it was much like the upper floors in his opinion (Then again, he wasn't always right), it was just the fact that it was not only difficult to see, but the rooms were spaced out more. The regulars, such as he, Vexen, and Lexaeus, to that area were their only guides, and otherwise they would simply be entertainment. But for now he would have to be guided by the steward of the light, Marluxia.
Zexion cocked his eyes towards Marluxia in return, almost a bit predictably. The two of them were close, a bit too close for his liking. Once the next meeting was over his first agenda would be to split those two up. If they didn't see each other, they would obviously forget about each other, and everything would just fade away into the usual routine like nothing had happened whatsoever. It seemed somewhat sensible. Then again, he wasn't the psychologist of the group. However, he realized that he had been zoning out for too long of a time, and soon snapped himself back into the conversation, however painful it is. "My name is Zexion. I trust that you have been...'enjoying' here, for lack of better words..." Well, that wasn't very normal at all, and he would probably come off to them as either eccentric, or mental in some form or another. Maybe he should start coming out from under that rock known as the basement...
"Good insight on your part, Marluxia," Zexion flipped his bangs out of his face, something he did if they were annoying him, "One would assume the real question is as to if he can still function with these...impairments..." His voice trailed off as he glimpsed the wolves coming towards them. At first this confused him, but he soon remembered something about how some newer members had shapeshifting abilities. He smirked a little (True smiling was not his forte), thinking of the time when he used to create illusions of wolves to scare Vexen. But that was years ago, back when there were only six members. Now times were different. Besides, the fact that one of the wolves spoke proved that they were definitely members. Zexion looked at both of them, and snickered a little. "Well, I never knew we had pets...But now is not the time for a joke. Er...you are...?" He had been living in the basement floors for far too long...At least he could still have hope that another old member didn't know them either.
"Perfect!" Zexion's eyes shined with a sort of excitement, though it disappeared in a mere moment. After all, no matter how realistic his emotions looked, they were undoubtedly false. "However...what of the Superior? He is in this horrid trance, after all. If things continue like this, he might have to...'resign'." His words seemed to surprise himself sometimes, especially when they spoke of things such as treason. While it was quite deplorable to sink to temporarily removing the Superior from his position, it would be necessary. They had to think of the higher goal, after all. Kingdom Hearts.
While Zexion did appear to be a bit more...uptight, in actuality he was probably quite a few inches shorter than the neophyte. While he was one of the most highly-esteemed Nobodies, he was also one of the youngest, a rather surprising achievement, considering that there were much older members about. Then again, he was also one of the original six apprentices. As he spoke, he sounded young for his speech, though at the same time his words contained great amounts of malice."Marluxia, have you not noticed the strange goings-on around the castle? Some Nobodies, naturally heartless, cold, and ruthless, seem to be acting with...emotion. Do you not consider this...strange? I believe it could be detrimental to the state of affairs in the Organization."Oddly enough, Zexion seemed reluctant to say emotion, as if doing so would hurt him. Some believed he shunned emotion because of his past as a Somebody, yet unlike Saix, Zexion still acted like one with a heart would; at least whenever it pleased him. He was a logical young man, and would not have passions cloud his judgment.
Once he was out of sight range of the newer members (They didn't see him anyway, fortunately), who seemed to be...arguing...or some other dangerous thing that should normally be impossible in every way, shape, or form to a Nobody, Zexion sniffed at the air again. He had almost forgotten to take note of Larxene's scent, which was sharp, spicy, and tangy; quite suitable for the "bad-tempered" lightning wielder. He seemed to be heading closer to her, since he could faintly hear her voice, along with Marluxia's. Thank God! He would need to address this whole emotion issue as soon as possible to the neophytes; he needed to make sure that they would understand the danger. If not...Why, then the whole fate of the Organization could be jeopardized. After a few moments he finally caught sight of the pink-haired scythe wielder and Larxene, and walked towards them rather quickly. To them, it would seem as if he were quite desperate to tell them something, if he could feel desperation.
I have been Roleplaying for quite a while, actually. I'm just new to this forum, but on the other forum I'm actually a bit respected. Not to...
