Love in the Snow

She nodded as saying goodnight to them before turning to Ren. "Is there something I could do for you?"

 

You can't get Axel some water? xD

 

OOC: Yes, ANF, some water would be nice. xD Hmm.. Well in that case, I must go and wake my thinking bugs. =]


Oops....
Ren immediately caught up with their nervous looks and gestures they hinted towards the mortal manager. Perhaps it wasn't the brightest idea to portal out now. She realized the fact that they only were forced to reveal their powers to her, her and only, due to the fact that they were looking to protect Larxene, which of course also explained why the men had suddenly entered her room so unexpectedly and especially, unannounced. As Marluxia gathered the limp and tired body of Larxene in his arms, politely taking his leave from Lynn and came towards her, she opened the door widely and took a stand beside her door, waiting for them. Zexion too had immediately followed the man, taking his leave from the manager as well. Giving her a polite bow, he continued to follow Marluxia. Giving Lynn another nervous and embarrassed (for she'd not been able to tend to her real guest properly) smile, she gestured that there was no need for her to do anything, and that she'll be with her shortly.
“Take care... and good night.â€
She gave them a meek smile, for she, and for once, had nothing else to say.

 

She nodded before leaving the room and going to her room. She sat on the egde of the bed staring at the floor in deep thought

 

"Have a good night" Zexion returned back to Ren, following Marluxia out the door and into the hall, only for the manager to trail after them as she left as well. Beginning to walk beside the Graceful Assasin as they made their way to their specific rooms, as his own was in the same path (all the Organization members got the same floor), he then noted something that perhaps passed the two by. Sighing, wondering how he let that specific fact slide, he gazed at the face of Marluxia, saying, "We know where Larxene's room is since the numbers are in conjunction with our Organization rank. But does she have her key card?"

He pointed at the pajamas she was wearing....Axel's pajamas. Now that he thought about it, he did wonder how Larxene came to wear those said clothes. Did she do it herself? Did Axel help her?

Marluxia groaned in realization, and gave himself a mental slap in the forehead, perfectly aware that while he knew that her room was 312, he had no idea whether she had the key card...and he was sure she didn't. He hasn't felt or seen anything hard or solid when she was carrying her, if the pajamas did have pockets. Even as he studied the sleeping garb she was wearing, there was no sign of any sort of key. Shaking his head slightly, he still followed the direction he was going in, finding a solution. "Then I'll take her to my room."

"I think is better for her to be in her room after all this. She'll feel comfortable and more at home, which is what she needs right now," Zexion stated, because as much as he had lost his faith in Axel doing the right thing, it did not appear right for him for Marluxia to keep her in his quarters. There might also be the 1% chance left that the redhead might come together and tune back his brain cells, as low as it was. Zexion will not permit that pleasure for the pink haired man, and so, he blocked a arm in front of Marluxia for him to stop his steps, looking at him sharply. "I'm more concerned about her health right now. I'll just go to Axel's room, get her clothes and key card, and it will only take about two minutes to do so. Problem solved. You'll still be there no matter if she's in you rroom or hers. Can I trust you to wait?"

He stared at the Cloaked Schemer sternly, thinking this over, and he did have a point. It wouldn't make a difference as he will still be by her side, and he agreed that she'll be more secure and comfortable if she woke up back in her own room than in his. Either way, he hesitated, as he was suspicious of Zexion's intentions...that didn't go away. And then there was his talk with Axel, who he seemed to want to break through. He'll question him about that later, so he gave a nod in answer after a while. "Very well."

There was no response as he saw the male immediately portal out.

 

you guys are so mean... hmm maybe i should "Accidently", splash it on axel... HE"S MELTING

Devon went to get Axel a drink of water, but on the way back, her clumsiness came through again as she fell over, splashing the water on him

 

OOC: Hmm? How were we mean?

 

telling me what to do... well axels wet

 

OOC: DDD: how was i mean??? DDDDD:

 

lol tell me what to do oh well - i wet xel what are you going to do... melt?

 

OOC: i didn't mean it in a MEAN way... DDDD: my bad hun... but i'll be getting to that in a bit.... probably later tonight after my friend leaves. again.... i'm sorry.. DDDD:

 

nah i ws being an idiot i g2g anyways bye

 

OOC: Hmm... Actually... the falling water helped. xD



“Oh no...”
Closing the door behind Zexion, Marluixa and Lynn, Ren mumbled that as she flopped down on the bed. She was extremely tired and was quite concerned about the petty first impression she'd just made in front of her new boss... she couldn't even attend to her properly. Good one Ren. Quite a hectic day for the first day actually. She stared at the ceiling, thinking she must apologize to Lynn for all this... and her mind wondered. Who knew that this day would turn out like this when she'd first stepped out of that cab and entered the lodge. She certainly didn't expect to run into anyone like Marluxia, Zexion or Larxene. Intriguing... they too were power wielders. For the longest time, she believed that she was the only one in this world to wield powers, and oh how wrong she was. Then... were there more? Were there others like her in this lodge? She'd have to see into this matter a little more... but she was most interested on these black coated people. What were they? 'Not normal', she remembered Zexion saying to her. Sure, she was a power wielder, but then she was still a human... so what does that make them? What can be so different from her to them? Amusing... She took the glasses off her eyes and rubbed her face from exhaustion. She slowly turned her head and looked out the window, it was quite dark out... meaning it was quite late, and she still hadn't even freshened up. Groaning like a little girl she pushed herself up from her bed. Taking a comfortable pair of satin olive green pajamas and a few accessories, she went into the bathroom.


Axel, leaning against the main counter in the café, waited for Devon to show up with his water. As he waited, the words of Zexion fluttered around his mind like buzzing bees. What the hell was he thinking? He sort of limped to a nearby table and pulled up a chair and continued to ponder on everything. Had she had feelings for him, like the Schemer had said? He'd saved Larxene in the snow, and brought her to his room... she didn't seem to mind that. Or maybe it was that she was too weak to do anything in the first place. Hmm... but she did indeed want him to stay in the room with him.... not to mention LAY with her. She did hit her head... was she being delusional and saw someone else instead? Probably... NOT... Everything seemed to be fine until Pinky showed up.
Resting his elbows on the table, he cupped his chin and closed his eyes. The more he thought about everything... the more radical it became, until he himself know he was now just making things up. Zexion was absolutely right, he was an imbecile. Good God, what had he done? He'd barely opened his eyes when he felt something cold and wet slip down his stomach, lap and legs. He slowly shifted his dark green eyes toward the crimson haired girl, now standing there with an empty glass. Her face was both sorry and glad at the same time, and he raised an eyebrow as he continued to examine Devon.
“Thank....” he paused. “... you Devon.”
Well there goes his water... and his warm clothes (not really considering he was only wearing shorts), but it indeed was a snow resort and the dripping water was iced as well. Great. His trembling tendencies and his thirst seemed to have gone, and he stood up brushing himself off with a napkin.
“Is falling down like your hobby?” He said in frustration, not realizing how rude it may have been... but then again, when was it ever that he realized his rudeness? “Ugh... I'm gonna have to get out of these clothes.”
Well he must change, otherwise, one: he'd catch an unnecessary cold, and two: he's got to go after Larxene (and looking for her in wet clothes did not seem like a bright idea)... before Pinky does anything. Looking back at the small puddles of water that formed on the table, chair and the floor, he sighed and started to walk towards the elevator.
“A-A-Achoo!!” He sniffed. Great.... it was already coming in... Maybe he'll portal to his room once he's inside the elevator. He gave a small wave as he walked away from the girl.



OOC: sorry ANF, but I must leave you for the moment... I must go and woo dear Lar-Lar. But I'll be back... and IOU a dance at the ball. =] Oh and I'll grab your arm as well.... xD

 

Zexion had made it to Axel's room, turning on the lamp, and scurrying off to search for where Axel had settled Larxene's clothes in, which he still had to question on whether he undressed her. Yet, that would be in the back of his mind for now. Scraping the room for awhile, he finally found them on a chair near the bathroom, and he stood in front of it for a second, uncertain on spying around a woman's clothing, before searching the black pants, knowing there were pockets there. Feeling a solid card, he simply dug his hand into it, and found what he was looking for easily. Thinking that he should clean up for Larxene, so that wouldn't be something to worry about when she awoke, he went to drape the trench coat over his shoulder, along with the pants and shirt, and simply picked up her boots with one hand.

He sighed as he eyed Axel's place for awhile...but he tried. He couldn't force someone to see what they didn't want to see, and he had done enough concerning the man.

Marluxia went to lean back on the wall, waiting for Zexion as decided, staring at the Larxene he was carrying who was soundly sleeping. He was getting drowsy himself, and quite tired, though he'll remain awake for awhile. Feeling the female stir then, he eyed her as she mumbled in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering despite being closed, and her lips frowning, while her hand grasped into the shirt of her pajamas. Feeling her then snuggle closely, his chest cosntricted when he heard that damn word escape her mouth as he stopped breathing for a second, and he shut his eyes to stop the bitter disappoint coming up his throat. Axel. She had mentioned Axel. Why? Didn't that a**hole do enough to her? What...what was she thinking?

So wrapped up in this, that he became unaware as Larxene's eyes flickered opened, awake.

 

lol thank you.... man i feel like being an orgy member... and whatever happened to the fan girls

Devon felt bad, she was a very clumsy person. She had seen how angry he was when he was suspicious... now he was freezing cold. When he had said “Is falling down like your hobby?”, she took that to heart and got the tiniest bit mad, she only tried to help him. She just let him walk past... she didn't care what he did, not at this moment.

 

ask RA for one then.. I think some of them are still open

 

i dont know which one though... i could be xemns... but all he wants to do is take over the world, i could be saix, but he'd be kicked out grrr

 

“Achoo!!â€
Axel stood in front of the elevator waiting for it open its doors. The cold, wet T-Shirt was sticking to his stomach and sending chills down his back, making him shiver. He pinched the shirt to pull and pry it off his stomach to keep the cold touch of it off his skin. He already wished he could take the damned shirt off right now, then and there. At least that might be warmer than an iced-up shirt. The elevator door finally opened with a ding and fortunately, on was in it or around him who'd go into it along with him, he was alone. Looks like he could safely get to his room, and quick. Stepping in, once the doors had slid closed, he scanned the ceiling in a glance to look for any sort of security cameras, and there were none. Good. Safe. Darkness surrounded him, and before he took the step into darkness, he pressed a random floor button to set the elevator in motion, then finally without wasting any more of his precious time, he walked into the dark, purple and silvery hole, soon disappearing in its darkness and portal itself closing with a whoosh behind him in the elevator.
“A-Achoo!†The first 'word' leaving Axel's moth as he once again stepped into a chilled and dark roo— no... the room wasn't dark, the lights were on. “Wha...â€
He quickly turned, hoping to find... (albeit the likelihood of that was zero to none) be he rather saw the figure of someone else, a familiar gray haired man.
“La—†The name and the enthusiastic tone died in his throat when his eyes had fallen on the Schemer. “Oh... it's you.â€
He stared at the man for a moment and sneezed once more before speaking, “I suppose it's a good thing you're here Zexion, I'd meant to go look for you....â€
He casually spoke to the man as his voice trailed off when his eyes had shifted to the things hanging from his shoulder and the pair of boots on his hands.
“What... what are you....†He began while pointing to the clothes, but he shook his head and snapped out of it. “Never mind that. Where is Larxene. I must have a little talk with her.†His tone had switched from confused to firm and stern, he meant business.


Ren stepped out of the bathroom wiping her face in the soft towel. She'd slicked wet hair back on her head and had comfortably changed into her pajamas. Throwing the towel over the stool in front of the mirror, she grabbed the small lotion bottle, taking a small drop, she massaged it on her smooth and slender face. After she was quite ready for bed, giving a quick stretch at the waist, she reached into her bag and pulled out a note book and pencil. Grabbing her glasses on the way from the table, she first placed them on the small desk by the bed and re-did the bed. Once the bad had been made beautifully, and comfortably, just like when she'd walked in, she slipped under the covers and leaned against the bedpost, stuffing a pillow behind her making it comfortable. Putting on her glasses, she grabbed the notebook and pencil and went to work. Her hand moved rapidly on the paper, jotting down every possible idea she could come up with the Ball.


Xaldin never made it to that campfire carnival at the end of town. After that nice and quiet dinner, and after a couple of drinks, he was just too lazy and tired to go anyplace. He payed the check and walked out of the Sushi Bar. It was still snowing heavily outside, the temperature seemed to have dropped a couple of degrees as well. Pulling the hood over his head once more, he began to walk down the streets, and this time his destination was a small deserted street, from where he could just portal to his room. He'd become a tad bit drowsy as he'd drank one martini after another. All he wanted as a good night sleep. Although the number of people outside had decreased, it still seemed a deserted street or even an alley was being occupied, people were still everywhere.
“Dman...†He'd walked into a back alley only to find two men smoking and drinking whiskey. Nope, not here either. This scenario repeated itself for a good amount of time when he'd finally found a place he was satisfied with. The place was still occupied, but the end of the alley was dark, really dark. He didn't waste time, not did he acknowledge the men who were standing there. He simply walked passed them quickly and immediately portaled himself out of town as soon as the darkness had covered up his form from the strangers.

 

Zexion had picked up Axel 'scent' long ago, however, he made no action to move, as he wanted to see what would he say or do to his presence here. It didn't take long for the man to come and notice him, however, he seemed to be suffering from a cold due to the sneezing. But what stunned Zexion the most....yes, stunned, was that he had stated that he wanted to speak to Larxene. Could it be possible? Did his brain cells return just in time to do something about what he'd done? Gazing at him blankly, his eyes growing, he kept staring at the redhead intently, pondering over this. Or was Axel just planning to break it off fully? No. Considering what he had told him about Larxene's emotional state, the fire wielder wasn't that cruel. Or so he thought so. Feeling his faith increased back, though, sensing from the look of his green eyes that he meant it, after all this time of arguing constantly for him to see the truth, he wanted somehow to call him out for his stupidity. Yet, that wouldn't do good.

For a while, he had though that getting through him was useless, and he had given up on it all, though he was going to help regardless. Only for Larxene's sake. As uncaring as he was to this all, he could not take the Savage Nymph appearing so...pathetic. That was not her. Taking in a breath, he began to say, in his low voice, "As you can see from the clothes, I'm taking these back to her room, where they belong. Listen to me carefully. Larxene is with Marluxia righ this moment, carrying her while she sleeps, and waiting for me to come with the key card to her room. We could have portalled inside, yet, I don't know if you heard....Larxene had asked of Xemnas to put a shield around her room to keep any from transporting in there, because she doesn't trust us men. The point is, unless you're looking for a fight, you better remain here for awhile. I will find a way to get Marluxia away from her, and leave her in her room alone so you can go in and...say what you need to say. After Marluxia retires to his quarters so he won't be aware of anything, I will come back here to give you the key card. From then on, is up to you."

He raised a eyebrow in interest. "What made you change your mind?"

 

Another sneeze. He couldn't stand it anymore, the shirt had to come off now.
“Do you mind?†Axel asked pointing at his cold wet shirt, but he didn't wait for Zexion's reply. Taking off his trench coat, he simply slipped out that shirt and threw it on the chair. Great, now the room seemed to get colder. “Hold on.â€
He quickly ruffled through his bag, looking for another shirt... a full sleeved and warm one this time. Finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a black full sleeved T-Shirt and slipped into them as soon as possible, but the chill that had settled on his body did not leave him. His palms and feet iced cold, his teeth almost chattering, he immediately turned on the heater sliding the key card in its slot. Hugging himself to shield himself form the cold, he returned to where he previously stood, facing Zexion, waiting for him to tell him the whereabouts of Larxene.
So the pink headed man was still with Larxene, and his face twitched at the sound of that. But he must admit, that Zexion's plan, or rather idea, was quite good, but how successful will he be to drive him away from her was questionable. But on the side note, Axel in fact was looking for a fight with that man if it meant he'd have Larxene in his arms again, and all to himself. Sneezing once more, he replied to Zexion, in a stuffed voice.
“Fine...†He said bitterly. Waiting here meant that he would be with her for a much longer time, and who knows what he'll be telling her (if she was awake). “I'll wait here for you.â€
He looked away from the man and stared at his messy bed blankly, remembering how Larxene was supposedly in his room when he didn't see her at all when he'd returned earlier. Looking at the toppled blanket on the side of the bed, it didn't take long for him to realized his miscalculations. She'd fallen? He narrowed his eyes, looking at the bed, about to ask Zexion something when he too asked him a question.
“I could tell you.†He began. “But tell me this, why are YOU so interested on this subject matter?†He turned his head back towards Zexion, meeting his grey eyes. “Which also reminds me, where was Larxene when you and Marluxia found her?â€