Love in the Snow

OOC: Sorry guys, I'm having a little personal issue time, again. I'm going to disappear for a week or so, maybe even more . . . I don't know. However, if I do get a chance, I'll come and post. I apologize for any inconvenience, my darlings, so forgive me.


It was obvious that his arrival had surprised Xaldin, and perhaps ticked him off some more, but he was not going to stand there and let him kill these people. Everyone was a little shocked, and Devon still scared, but through it all, there was relief written all over her face and smile.
“Er . . . right†He nodded, looking at both Devon and the young Nocturne, and before Axel could say anything else, the boy was already shouting at Xaldin. Oh boy . . . Axel did a virtual facepalm as the Lancer scowled at them all, giving deadly glances, eerily, without blinking. Demyx should know better than to start an argument with Xaldin. He disliked him enough as it is, and now he was already pissed off, Demyx's poor life could be in danger right now. It seemed that Crys had enough sense to know what and when to say things. But what was done was done, and the result of it was already showing on Xaldin's face.

“You dare talk back to me, number IX? Perhaps I should eliminate you alongside this girl!â€

“Xaldin! There's no need to do that! Retreat your lances, and we all ca—â€

“Silence! I do not recall a need to obey you, number VIII!†He sneered. His lances still aimed at Axel, he looked to the other three standing quietly, before looking back at him. “Now get the hell out of my way, Axel, before you join in on her fate!†No sooner had he finished his sentence, with a blink of an eye, Xaldin switched gears and aimed his lance at the scarlet haired girl. Then pausing for less than a micro second, he attacked her, lashing out all his lances at the girl without a second thought.

“Sh!t†Axel acted fast. Well, he had to, otherwise, it was the last time Devon would see daylight. As soon as Xaldin turned away from him, he'd summoned his precious chackrams, and sent one flying toward the lances, which were now speedily making their deadly way to where Devon was, knocking them off their track. He didn't waste a second as he made his next move, for he knew the Lancer well. They were after all, skilled and trained fighters, any small mistake meant their doom, and letting his guard down meant Xaldin taking him out of the game immediately. As soon as he'd sent the chackram flying, he dashed towards Xaldin, literally tackling him to the ground. “Devon, RUN!â€

As soon as the chackram flew by in front of him, Xaldin screamed in anger, clenching his fists and turning towards where that idiotic redhead was. As soon as he turned, the only thing he saw was the light sky and felt coldness at his back as he was brought down to the ground by Axel. Looked like Axel had gotten the better of him at the moment. Xaldin attempted to kick him off his body but it seemed useless. Though skinny, the redhead had strength in him. The only thing he could do now was attempt to struggle out of his grasp.

 

lol i was expecting one to hit devon

Devon didn't think it was a smart time to stand up for herself. She bolted to the front door, hoping that the others would be fine

if you want her to go back then i can make her go back if you wish - coz everytime i do something you have another idea, i give you permission to hir her, knock her out or something, as long s it isnt going to decapitate her, im fine

*huggles pyro* i would say i know how you feel coz my life is pretty down hill for me this year, but i dont know what you're going through and the one thing i hate is when people say that they know, when they've never experienced it

get better mate

 

ooc- take all of the time you need. I hope everything gets better and don't worry cuz we'll wait for you

You know...That could like wrong. He thought. "You should get out of here Crys."

 

OOC: Hope you're alright, Pyrɸ :/. I'm hoping you'll come back soon, cause I'm lonely *sniff*.

"You're regressing," Zexion stated grimly, closing his book for awihile as he finished the chapter, Larxene done with the current events that took place. He honestly didn't know what to do or say anymore to her. Of course, he understood her doubts, but things seemed to begin again from the start. "I told you, Larxene. It is up to you to take the steps to move on and find what may be happiness to you. You already know, as we all do, that Axel loves you to death. Don't let what Marluxia said get to you. We all have our faults. If you are aware Axel is being real and truthful, why hesitate? Axel, yes, can be a wild card and all, but he's shown that he will do anything and take care of anyone that matters and are important to him. He's not all evil. Roxas is important to him, and he will never hurt him. And so are you."

Larxene blinked, not really thinking it that way before, or in that view. Zexion was right on that account, that Axel will do anything to the end if it's someone that really meant to him. It kind of made her feel better about the situation, and it released some of the stress over that for quite the amount. Sighing, she shook her head, eyes full of uncertainty still. "I don't know...I'm just anxious, scared..."

"I think I finally understand. Axel isn't the problem right now," he said enigmatically, and once Larxene stared at him questionably, he went to explain, "Is not Axel that you've been unsure with, or his personality. What you fear is what will happen in the future, and what he will do then, rather than what it is in the moment. That's holding you back, and honestly, I think you have to give Axel the benefit of the doubt. He hadn't done anything to gain your distrust except for that time with the misinterpretation of him supposely abandoning you. Which was solved already. In other words, Larxene, it's about time that you get over yourself. You're giving distress on your own, and you have something waiting for you that may end this bad luck streak you have in your life. Take a chance on him. I say he deserves it."

She glared at him sharply when he told her to get over herself, about to give him a piece of her mind in ice, but then her wrath left once he continued, and her eyes shifted to the floor. Despite the fact that he should watch his mouth when speaking to her, his words did engrave deep in her mind, and she frowned slightly, recalling back on her and Axel's times together. Including the one where she imagined him touching her right smack in the middle of the floor. Larxene knew it was getting to her slowly, and that she wanted him more than anything...she loved him. And this thing holding her back from having him completely was a menace, to him, to her and her real desires. She couldn't help it though. This was serious and hard for her, if Axel loved her, he better love her until they both die, and not leave after a few, small years, or betray her. Yet, all she had to do is go for it. Forget what she was scared of, erase it from her her head, and gain what might be the man that can be right for her. Letting out a deep breath, she muttered, "I'm going to try..."

"Trying is over now. Is time to act," Zexion replied sternly, watching her intently as she didn't respond, but rather, gazed harder at the ground. That was all he could do, and if that didn't convince her, he didn't know what will. Wanting to change the subject, however, even though she was probably thinking...and the problem was that she thought too much over this and the cons, he went to casually ask, "So, have you heard of the upcoming masked ball?"

Larxene blinked, snapping from her contemplations roughly, and her eyebrow raised itself in confusion. She was still a bit on her questioning mind, but she caught what Zexion had said. "What masked ball?" The Cloaked Schemer simply pointed in a direction silently, and turning over to it, she found a poster on the wall, one that said animatedly about this masked ball, that was tomorrow. She stared at it blankly, not knowing why Zexion pointed this out. She wasn't one for these types of things unless no choice was given, and she didn't bring any dress with her that they were asking for there. So it wasn't like she could go. "Point?

Zexion shrugged. "I'm not going either, is not my environment. Just thought it might interest you."

Roxas had travelled the whole hotel or resort in his wake so far, the only thing he was doing at the moment ever since he got here. He did go to the pool at one point alone, finding that it was warm, and he met other people his age that he hung out with for those minutes. But then he went back to shut himself in his room, looking over what else he could do. Considering not much time had passed, he figured that he should get to snowboarding, something that interested him, as he couldn't exactly skateboard here. Not to mention, Axel was nowhere to be found. He hadn't seen the redhead, and he wondered where he had disappeared off to. At the times he headed to visit his room, he wasn't there, or maybe didn't hear him knocking. Like today, where he had come in the afternoon, yet he was avoided again. At least, that's what he thought Axel was doing.

Making his way into the lobby, thirsty and craving for some chocolate, he walked straight pass everyone else, heading to the store around the corner beside the cafe. In his steps, he did a double take, spotting familiar yellow bangs that looked like antennae sprouting from a couch close to the fire place, and the obvious color of Zexion's hair. Wow, so people in the Organization were alive around here. Is like they can never be found. He thought about going over there, but then shook his head, not wanting to interrupt, and feeling as if he didn't know them that well to join in. In the end, he was just going to get his sweet and get back stuck in the hotel room.

 

Devon stopped midway through her run, she took out her knife, she couldn't leave them to get hurt

 

OOC: Thanks, ANF. I did not want to injure Devon without your consent. However, since I've got you permission now, this will change a lot, as I'd planned to get through this without hurting anybody's characters. Hohoho.

It just bugged me to think that all of you were stuck in a rut just because of my absence. And certain events depend on me here, so I'll try to get to those really quick. However, thank you for your patience with me. Appreciate it a lot, darlings.


It was a bad decision. After a brief struggle with Xaldin on the snow, Axel for a second had let his guard down, only to see if Devon had managed to make it to safety. Holding Xaldin down, he'd momentarily turned his head in the direction of Devon who'd made a dash for the front doors of the Resort, but half way through the run, her actions altered as she now came towards them with a small knife.

"No! Devon, what the hell are you doing?!" He snapped, but the next thing he saw were stars, as a sharp blow came to the side of his face. The punch was strong and quite painful, as it threw him off his attention, strategy and strength. He felt yet another pain on his stomach immediately after the punch, and found himself on the cold snow.

"B@stard!" After a good, clear punch, Xaldin quickly made his moves as he immediately worked his legs, kicking Axel hard on the stomach and knocking him off his body. Getting up off the snow as Axel's wight was lifted off his body, he threw in another punch at the man while he had his chance, and to buy him some time. As Axel recollected himself on the snow, Xaldin summoned only one of his lances and like a quick throwing knife, he threw the sharp lance at the scarlet haired girl as she came running towards them.

The first two blows had come in a surprise, and though the third one was expected, Axel could do nothing to avoid it nor block it, and he took it as it came down on him once more, sharp and painful as ever. He screamed in it's pain, but he was not going to give up. Biting down hard on his own teeth to overlook the throbbing pain in his head and stomach, Axel lifted himself off the snow and with another yell he produced a fireball, and sent it against the flying lance. However, in his quick reflexes, the fireball missed the lance greatly, only knocking the lance of its dangerous path only slightly. As a result, the lance flew by Devon's side once more, whereas it was aimed at her chest. Though the lance passed by Devon once more, this time, however, it passed by too close, leaving a deep gash in her arm.

"Sh!t! Devon!!" He screamed as he scrambled to his feet and attempted to run towards the injured girl. "Demyx! Help h—!"

Axel's actions were futile as Xaldin sent a strong gust of wind, knocking him off his feet once more. With a frustrated scream, Xaldin lunged at the man on the ground, elbowing him at the arc of his back sending him back onto the snow in another new pain.

"How dare you intervene into my personal matters!" He spat as he wrapped his arm around Axel's neck from the back, choking him.

As an automatic reflex, Axel's hand went for the arm that was choking him, trying to pry it off him as he gasped for breath. Trying to pry his arm off his neck was obviously futile, and Axel moved to offence, as he struck Xaldin at the stomach, elbowing him hard, and it did help as Xaldin lost his grip. Turning immediately, he had the clear shot at the man, and he took it, punching him right in the jaw, throwing him on the ground.

With Xaldin down, Axel tried once more to go to Devon.

Gritting his teeth in anger, Xaldin wiped the blood off his lip. Summoning lances again, surrounding them with the strongest wind, he launched them all at the running Axel, who only dodged most of them, as only one or two grazed by his skin, leaving slick cuts. Xaldin wasted no time as he too ran towards where Devon was, quickly catching up to Axel.


OOC: Whoa, I just realized that Axel is getting his ass handed to him by Xaldin. O.o' Hmm . . . I really don't know how to end the fight. LoL.

 

hmmm this will be difficult - haha im complicated - see i like drama - i like the attention coz its rare that i get it in real life - so yah you can still attack me - just no chopping off my head

Devon had been running back, her knife firmly in her hand. Unknowing that it was her fault, she saw Axel repeatedly getting hit, until Xaldin was up on his feet again. He threw a lance at her, which Devon was not prepared for.She had closed her eyes, fearing the worse, until she felt a sharp pain in her arm, she yelped in pain, and knealed in the snow for a few moments. She looked up to see Axel heading her way, but had also noticed Xaldin closing up on him, there was only one thing she could do to help him and that was to call out, "BEHIND YOU"

im expecting by the end of this - devon will be unconscinece lol

 

OOC: Well, Xaldin is said by Nomura to be third strongest xP (Xemnas and Roxas being the other two).

But ZOMG, so glad you're here =3.

"It doesn't," Larxene muttered to Zexion's last answer, as she was never into the fancy dresses, and make-up, and looking all pretty. Not that she was a tomboy or anything, if she was, she wouldn't be such a flirt and have high-heeled boots, but she wasn't in those festivities. Having to get all beautifed for a ball where all you do is dance and sweat it off anyway? She'll pass. Then again, she didn't know if they'll be club music, as it was so refine. Hmm. Getting bored, she was closely getting ready to go and end what would probably be the last session with Zexion about this. He could do well as a psychiatrist. Looking over at him, she blinked when she spotted that he was eyeing through the front doors in a thoughtful expression, and her vision shifted to that as well, but saw nothing...except a walking Roxas. Ah. The runt decided to appear out of his hole.

Yet, that wasn't what Zexion was focusing on. Instinct telling her that she should ask, she interrupted in a mocking of his words, "Care to share anything?"

Zexion just smoothly traced his own eyes to her, wondering if he should inform her of the situation Axel was facing right now. Truthfully, he had noted that Axel was with Xaldin, and a human girl, but something in the air had tensed, and he knew there was a problem out there. He could mostly smell Axel and Xaldin close to each other than the rest, but having no friendly talk, he was sure. He did conclude, that it was time to interfere. Getting up and tucking his book under his arm, he simply stated, "Axel is getting royally beaten by Xaldin. I 'smell' blood. Around outside of the resort."

Something in Larxene's emtpy chest jumped, alert. "What?" She studied Zexion to see if he was fibbing, but she was positive he wouldn't lie for something as trivial as this. Her blood suddenly running rapidly in her veins, she quickly went on her feet anxiously, only watching as Zexion portalled out without any consent, disappearing in mists of black. She knew why he didn't bother, though: she was heading there, no questions asked. She would've portalled as well, but thinking of seeing Roxas, she found herself jogging fiercely to the boy, who was unaware of the incoming lightning bolt headed for him. She didn't even bother with explanations as she just grasped him tight by his collar, and dragged him, her strength making him fling in the air as he grunted. Larxene figured they'll get there faster with her speed, and they were already, as she was out the glass doors of the resort in a few seconds flat, the warm wind now biting in the cold, especially from the force of her acceleration.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Roxas gasped out loudly, halfway choked by the hold on his coat, all the while his body was flying in the air as he was being taken by this madwoman. His eyes saw nothing but streaks of colors at the speed they were going, the breeze slapping him in the face bitterly. Was the girl nuts? What did she want? What did he do? He struggled to get out, something he knew was futile with the predicament.

"You'll see soon. Now shut up and let me lead you," Larxene answered back, her eyes shifting sharply as she gazed at her surroundings, tracing where she was going, as Zexion didn't specifically say where Axel and Xaldin were. It didn't take long, though, as her ears picked up yelling...other than Roxas's whine.

"But my chocolate!"

 

aww poor roxas =[
man zexion somehow made devon sound weak - and can i ask - did like the orgainization get hearts? coz like axel and larxene well...

Devon could see that Xaldin was getting closer and closer, in a matter of seconds he would either surpass or colide into Axel... whichever he was thinking of doing. She managed to get onto her feet, whilst letting her arm dangle as she grabbed her knife. She aimed as best as she could through the pain, and threw the knife at Xaldin, hoping it would take affect.

 

OOC: Yeah, I guess I am back. Being away was not really helping in the first place. 8/ Well then, I guess I should beat Axel up a bit more . . . I'm having fun blocking my scenes. I have a slight idea of how to end it, however, I don't really know how to subdue Xaldin's anger. D8 Nice going, ANF, slapping him n' all, now he's too pissed off even for my own self. And finally, no, they don't have their hearts back. However, since they remember what it was like to have a heart, Axel and Larxene are pretty much going by what they remember. ;)


":censor2:!!" With Xaldin gaining on him, he had to pick up his pace. However, it was difficult to pickup the pace when running in snow, especially when you're wounded. From the few lances that struck him, one slashed at his leg, and the wound bled well as it left a trail of red snow behind him. Despite the wound, blood or its pain, Axel dashed fo Devon, determined to get to her and get her out of this situation. Whatever she did to anger Xaldin this much was beyond him, but whatever she did, she managed to put her life in danger and he endangered his own life by interfering. It was compulsory to first rid of the danger she was in before him, and if it meant to portal her to a different location than this, then so be it.

Bleeding and in pain, Devon had come down onto her knees, covering the wound in her arm with her other hand. Yet the blood trickled down her arm as it dropped into the snow, turning it deep and dark red. She was bleeding well, and it was only a matter of few minutes that she'd lose consciousness due to blood loss . . . Good—though evidently passing out from blood loss would not be a good thing, however to portal her out of the scene without her knowing so, her being unconscious was necessary. After lingering on the snow for a moment, grasping into her pain, Devon stood up, almost lazily, and with what strength she could gather, she aimed, and threw her knife . . .

"AHHH!!" Axel screamed as he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his right thigh. Though the knife was obviously meant for Xaldin, the knife instead stabbed Axel, as Devon had thrown the knife with a weak focus, and completely missing the target. Axel fell on his knees on the snow, in pain—another wound. He wasted no time, as he had none to begin with, therefore, ignoring the pain of it all, grabbing the handle of the knife, Axel pulled it out of his thigh, the red liquid gushing out of the cut uncontrollably. Devon was only trying to help, the problem was, it backfired, and Xaldin had already reached him.

Xaldin had summoned one of his lances once more, ready to send it flying across the snow. His target: Axel, to stop him in his tracks, however, it seemed that Devon had done the job for him instead. With Axel down once more, and Devon spacing out because of her injuries, this was the perfect time to strike. Xaldin wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, and at once produced strong gust of wind, sending it toward the weakened girl, knocking her off her feet, sending her flying into the air.

"Devon!!"

"Shut up!" Not a single second wasted as Xaldin struck Axel hard with his lance at the back of his head, making Axel fall on the snow, face first. Unconscious or not, Xaldin kicked him in the ribs, his anger just bubbling in him. He never intended to fight Axel in the first place. Why did he have to come between him and his business? His chest heaving as he gritted his teeth, staring down at the redhead. A small puddle of blood was beginning to form around his wounds as it seeped into the snow. Kicking the knife out of his hand before heading towards Devon, who was now lying in the cold snow a few feet away from them, he gave Demyx and Crys a menacing look, making sure they would not interfere.

The snow crunched loudly under his boots as he came closer to Devon, who was probably unconscious from the recent attack, or perhaps too weak to move. Whatever the case, she had not moved since she fell. A great amount of blood was streaming down her wound, trickling down her arm, dripping and coming into contact with the white snow, mingling with it to make a fine color of dark red, making the snow look like transparent red crystals. He snorted as he stared at her unmoving body. So young . . . a teenager, yet the audacity to strike an adult—him, Xaldin! How dare she?! She was completely out of her mind! The more he stared at her, the more he hated her, his grip tightening on his lance, and in a sudden burst of anger, he threw his lance at her, though not at her. The lance struck the snow standing tall next to her body. He breathed deeply, licking his lips, the metallic taste of blood meeting his tongue, as he wiped his lips again. Axel had hit him pretty hard on his jaw, the pain, or perhaps a bruise was already there, as he rubbed his chin, staring at her with an indescribable expression.

The expression changed almost immediately as he suddenly fell forward, falling right next to Devon, something hitting him in his back, something hot. Surprised, he quickly turned back to see Axel still conscious and well, kneeling on the snow, one of his chackrams at his hand. So the b@stard was not out of the game just yet, as expected of the guy. The guy was tough, he thought, he's taken quite a beating from him, yet he was still conscious—though that had to be taken care of. Smirking, Xaldin lifted himself off the snow, grabbing his lance. Bleeding, almost all his strength drained, Axel was weak, and it would not take much to knock him out. Like a hunter, Xaldin held his lance over him like a spear, throwing it at the man ahead of him, his last strike.

Axel knew this was coming. He was weak, he was drained of his strength, he was bleeding, but having worn all back, the dark red liquid was not visible on his body. With what strength he could gather, he threw his chackram at the flying spear, once more knocking it off its path, as it wisped into black smoke; though he knew it was useless, and it really was, for just as he knocked off the lance, Xaldin had sent five other lances at him.

"Sh!t . . ."

 

"F**k your chocolate, moron. This is about Axel," she told him increduously, predicting that if she just said his best friend's name, he would finally silence. Didn't expect the chocolate comment from him, however. She slowed her steps immensely as they got nearer, until she could see some figures in the short distance. She spotted Zexion over in a tree, hidden, and she wondered why he wasn't doing anything. Not that he should. Maybe he just wanted to be a spectator, as he never really got his hands dirty. Stopping entirely as she let out a long breath, freeing Roxas out of her grip as the boy wheezed, her concentration was on the situation. Her blue eyes scurried to Axel right off, in time to see some lances slashing and ripping his skin as he tried to dodge, and while running to a girl.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she recognized her, something burning furiously like hot wax inside.

It was that fangirl.

What the hell was Axel basically risking his life for that little b-

"Are you just going to stay here or do something?" Roxas asked from beside her, recovered enough to speak, and be aware of what is happening to his best friend, teeth gritted as he saw him get beaten and pummeled, in which Xaldin was the culprit. Not to mention, he did appear pretty weak by this point. This was the first time he's seen the redhead in ages, and the guilty thought of his avoidance was still on his mind. Nevertheless, he wasn't just going to sit around here and do nothing. Rubbing his neck, he glanced to Larxene, communicating with her silently, and she nodded, signaling. Good enough. He would've questioned on why the care for Axel, though in the end, he honestly knew the answer. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He was curious about the bandage on her head more.

After a few seconds, they were off.

Knowing that Larxene was admittingly faster than him, hence, she will remain pretty invisble, she would focus on Xaldin, while he went to stop the hurried lances heading straight for his best friend. He couldn't believe it. Had Xaldin lost it? If Larxene hadn't dragged him here, or if she wouldn't have come, Axel would be dying in dark wisps. His breathing quick and sharp as he tried to get there in time, with his cloak swishing behind him, he halted in front of the redhead, glaring at the incoming weapons. Calling out Oathkeeper, just as they were about to hit him, he spun his Keyblade expertly and smoothly around his hand in helicopter speed, light beaming, blocking and flinging away the spears in a rush of gust as they shot all over the place but them, loud clinking noises able to be heard. In one flick, the Oathkeeper paused shortly, done protecting its master.

Looking at Axel over his shoulder now, quite out of breath, he gave a slight smirk in greeting, before his expression turned serious, "I would chat and ask if you're okay, but Xaldin still needs to be taken care of. I'll be right back." With that, and knowing his friend had enough Will to make it through, he headed towards his superior, just in case Larxene will need help.

Larxene knew she was going to get there before Roxas did, and while she had become suspicious at Axel's guard for that useless girl, Xaldin was not going to get away from harming her man, to the brink where he was bleeding so strongly. Sure, Xaldin was one of the strongest members that should not be crossed, but she'll be damned if she was not going to get a little payback for that. Her insides wretched nauseously as she saw Axel now on the ground in critical condition. She became worried in a bout of fear, as well as unfathomable fury dwelling within her, about to burst all over that insufferable wind elemental. Right now, she seriously hated Xaldin. He's in her list. Which meant, she was going to kick hi a** so painfully he won't be able to move. Not minding the freezing coolness that was outside for once, she knew her quick feet were making her unseen, and she took the initiative to gracefully deliver a high kick to Xaldin's jaw mercilessly as he stood over the girl, something cracking, making sure her heel hit the right spot on that b@astard. And hard. It wasn't even half a second before she stopped him from falling by going behind him in a flash, clawing his braided locks of hair and pulling them painfully down hard. Not letting go, her other hand had one pointy and sharp kunai aimed at his throat, the end slightly touching his skin. Her wrathful expression stared down at him, Roxas appearing before them simply pointing one of his Keyblades, this time the Oblivion, straight at his stomach, ready to hit if anything. Larxene had a hold on him...for now.

Smiling venomously sweet at the Whirlwind Lancer, she leaned down on his ear, whispering huskily, "If you don't calm yourself, you know I won't hesitate to slash your esophagus off and exploit it for the world to see. Or better, your manhood will be cut off for display. Is all fine and dandy to me whichever, though I prefer amounts of blood." Also, the fact that they just gave themselves away to a human now came into her head. That was something Xemnas told them not to do. Not that she ever listened. It was all on Xalidn, anyway. "Xemnas won't be happy once he hears what his third member had done."

However, she had a more pressing cloud over her head, and she couldn't help her eyes drift over to the broken Axel. While she would've preferably wanted to skin Xaldin, she felt a need to go to him. It wasn't until Roxas gave her a understanding stare, that she slowly let go of the man, knowing Roxas could handle him easily. Either way, the kunai she had on his throat went to be stabbed deep into his empty chest out of nowhere, in a fit of rage, a light scrape sound heard as it dug in. And Larxene twisted the weapon around in the wound for added agony, her lips smirking pleasurably in eerie blood lust as she saw the suffering she was creating, sending tingles up and down her spine. As he heard his whining cry in turn, seeing blood drip down oh so deliciously, it was there she pounded electricity into him through the metal kunai, making his body convulse and shake violently from the electrocution, and she wasn't stopping until she saw that bits of smoke were starting to rise. Not black, as when they faded, but rather, normal smoke, as he was sizzling. Soon, it will get to his brain, and she didn't want to handicap or kill him. Xemnas was still there, and members weren't to be killed.

Satisfied with that, Larxene threw the piece of trash away from her and into Roxas, who while shocked at her actions, was all ready to add to the pain. Xaldin sure didn't care of the affliction he was bringing to the rest, so neither did they. She didn't waste any time going over in a run to where Axel was kneeling, crouching herself into the snow to his level as she reached him. She glomped him into her arms as they wrapped around his neck tightly, yet carefully, conscious of his wounds, her head leaning against his softly all in one blow. She ignored the blood around him, and paid no heed to the metallic smell that now added into the scent she dearly liked, wondering if he was going to be okay, or needed medical attention right away. Madly whispering in his ear as their cheeks touched, she asked, "Are you alright?"

OOC: Axel's favorite blonds to the rescue, I guess xD. Ouch for Xaldin. And a look at sadistic Lar-Lar too. Lesson learned: Don't ever mess with Axel, or his woman might go ape/banshee on you.

 

i laughed hard at that - but i feel offended - lol

Devon's sight had become blurry when she threw the knife, knowing that she would hear a yelp of pain, it turned out it was the wrong one. She had hit Axel, though she didn't have time to worry as she was suddenly knocked off her feet by a strong wind. She flew a few meters before landing in the hard snow, unable to get up. She was losing to much blood and started to lose concienceness. The last thing she saw were two sets of feet heding to the direction of Axel, before things turned black.

dam why cant i do long posts like you guys

 

OOC: D8 OMG, Xaldin. T_T Oh boy. My, my Larxene, that was sexy. xDD Nice.
There's nothing to writing a lot, ANF, as long as you express what you feel and write down every thought, it's all cool. ^_^-


Axel breathed heavily, just waiting for the flying lances to hit him, it was only a matter of a second now. He almost closed his eyes, hoping for the worst when he suddenly felt the presence of two more people, as one swiftly flew by him, and the other halting in front of him, immediately followed by the sound of clinking metal. Looking up, he found a familiar face—a young and childish face, smiling at him, saying what seemed like a hello then shooting off to where Xaldin was . . . as well as another certain blonde.

“Roxas?†He mumbled, watching him running to where the other two were. His arrival was certainly random, and surprising. Axel was wondering where the boy was, as this was the first he'd seen of him since they'd arrived at the resort. He stared forward, still kneeling on the snow, as he saw the two blonds, Larxene and Roxas, take care of Xaldin, until the pressure of his muscles pressed down on his wounds, reminding him of his pain. “Ahh . . .†He wisped, sitting back on the snow. “Ow, ow, ow, ow . . .â€

“The guy really got me.†He whispered to himself, as he let his body relax, the pain of all his wounds being realized. Rubbing the back of his head, where Xaldin had hit, he felt the beautiful bump, and the throbbing pain, also including the incoming headache. Looking around, he found quite an amount of reddened snow, and he knew well, from the wetness of his clothes and his face, that it was not the snow or sweat. Looking down at his thigh, he saw the blood still gushing out as he grabbed a handful of snow, placing it over the wound to stop the slow. His vision was going rather blurry, from time to time, as the throb in his head increased. “Sh!t.

Well, this certainly was unexpected, the arrival of Roxas and Larxene. It was quick as it was out of nowhere, as he suddenly found Larxene in front of him and the Roxas kid blocking all his attack. Before any reaction at all, a painful blow came to his jaw as Larxene's boots came into contact with it. With a yell, he fell to the side, only to be caught by her in midair by his dreadlocks, as she gave him the most menacing stare with her sharp kunai at his throat, rasping something in his ear. He'd definitely been caught by surprise, and the sudden attack had rendered his reflexes useless as he could only look back at the woman.

Her next move, was clearly unnecessary, but it was expected of the woman, considering her personality. The stab of her kunai had him twitch in its sharp and shrill pain, as he gritted his teeth as she twisted the thing inside the wound, taking the pleasure of the flowing red liquid. He wanted nothing more to strike the woman to yesterday, but the odds were too high, with Roxas standing next him, ready with this keyblade. The electrocution was enough for him to make him scream in agony, as his pain now doubled. He breathed heavily, once it was over, finding himself landing in the snow.

Leaving Roxas behind, Larxene had rushed over to the redhead . . . interesting, since when did she care for the guy? Whatever. Turning back to Roxas who was still ready and aimed with is keyblade, Xaldin well understood that he had no chance of winning this fight now. Laying in the snow, his eyes drifted off to the trees, where he found yet another familiar figure . . . hidden, observing.

“B@stard†He whispered. He now understood how the sudden appearance of Number XII and XIII had taken place. It was all his doing. Taking his chances, once Roxas had removed his glance from him for only a second, Xaldin opened a portal, where he lay, immediately seeping into the darkness.

This was NOT over . . . another time, another place.

It was interesting, to find Larxene coming into the whole scenario, and he yelped a little as she threw her arms around him. He blushed a little, from her sudden affectionate actions, and from embarrassment of the situation— he totally got his ass handed to him by Xaldin, and Larxene, unfortunately was there to witness that. Oh joy. However, it certainly was good to see the woman return to kicking ass, return to her cruel self, though her worried tone still caught him by surprise. As she had wrapped her arms around his neck, he didn't waste a single second in wrapping his arms around her waist either, tightly, bringing her just a bit closer to him, pressing her body down on his own. “I'm . . . I'm fine, Larxene . . . just fine.†He sais softly, burying his face in her neck, whispering them in her yellow hair. Staying in that position for a few seconds more, he pulled away from the hug. “See? I'm just fine.â€

Axel moved a little awkwardly, straining to get up off the ground and snow, and stumbling just slightly, he smirked, looking at Larxene.“I cannot be gotten rid of that easily. Got it memorized?†Staring into Larxene's beautiful aquatic eyes, he winked. Looking back up to where Xaldin was, his eye met with Roxas . . . then Devon's unconscious body, still lying in the snow as the small oval of blood stained snow grew. Eyes widening, he whispered to himself, â€Devon . . .â€

 

well im going to keep trying ay XD one day i will annoy you with my ridiculous long posts... lol i don't think i have anything to say at this moment so yeah

 

OOC: Don't be xP. Is Larxene in a jealous fit there. She stills thinks you're a fangirl, as nobody corrected her on that.

The thing is, with writing long posts, is basically all the events that is on your mind that you want your character to do. For example, if I have in my head that I want Larxene to do this, then that, thoughts, and then go over, explain it all in a post, then it will be long xD.

If I can't think of anything, then my posts will be short, cause I have no idea what to do, so I make up a bunch of stuff to say something ^^;. Is like the same way you talk as well, If you know the topic, you will blabber on and on about what you know. If you don't, then you're not really into the conversation....

...I just hope I made some type of sense >.>.

Larxene had to smile slightly as she felt Axel's slim, but strong arms wrap around her waist securely, pulling her into him and his body, something she didn't mind at all as she closely lost herself for a moment. Her face resting on his shoulder comfortably, the aroma wafting by her nose more stronger than ever as she breathed him, she fluttered her eyes shut in serenity. Her lungs hitched sharply soon, nonetheless, when she found his mouth touching her soft skin just slightly as his face dug into her neck. The warm and hot perspiration that burned her when he whispered with his lips that he was fine, made something pleasurably shiver in her spine, giving her goosebumps as her stomach passed through that weird, distant tickle...butterflies, they called it. Yet, she preferred moths, less corny. It reminded her of the feeling when a roller coaster drops down or when you fall from great heights, how your insides churn...only more softer. It went back to what Zexion said to her long before in the beginning, that while they can't really feel, no matter how far away, faint, or tiny it is inside, if the emotion is there, it exists somehow. As a remaining remnant, perhaps. Even without the heart...its presence was within them. And she took it gladly.

Seeing as he wasn't moving even after he was done speaking, Larxene took the time on the hold all too eagerly as well. This was the type of thing...this was where she actually felt loved, for once, every time she was with him. The toll on her body after what she committed recently was now putting its weight on her, and she rested on him as the aches in her muscles and bones returned, making her not want to move one limb at all and just stay in the hug for a long while. She knew she shouldn't have done that, go ahead and use her abilities while she was still recovering, but it was like a force pushed through her. When she heard that Axel was in trouble...hurt, it was like she had forgotten the pain and what she couldn't do, and went flying as the power came out of nowhere. It was the motivation, she concluded. At least it broke out her lightning more faster, as she noted back on how she was slowly having the strength to exploit it, back in her room and with the clock radio. Honestly, what she did to Xaldin was as much as she could handle in this point, and it did the job. That @sshole. Made her angry just thinking about it.

Larxene snapped out of her thoughts though when she finally felt Axel moving away, and she found herself not needing to let go as he drifted. She was going to keep him there, but the reminder that he was wounded made her reluctant to stop his movements. In the end, he got out of her arms, much to her disappointment, saying that he was fine again, and that he was alright enough to maneuver himself. She snorted. If you could call his bloodied and battered body "fine", then whatever. His male pride and ego went as far to where he shakily made his way to stand up, and Larxene let him, finding amusement out of what he was trying to prove and his next words. Oh, yeah, she got that memorized. But hey, he was on his feet, stable and without much trouble, so credit did have to be given. She didn't think any less of him just because he got pounded on by Xaldin, considering the difference in power. Anybody could lose to that guy.

Following him in his steps to stand, missing the warmth he brought just a second ago, her eyes narrowed again into slits when he heard him mutter that name with so much care as his green eyes were centered at that fangirl. Why...why in the worlds was he concerned for this stupid chick? Okay fine, she's hurt and all, but why so damned...argh. Crossing her arms as that feeling of heated, hot wax appeared once more as it dripped from her chest and down, leaving a bitter taste in its trail, she somehow found her glaring daggers at the unconscious female. What connection did Axel have with her? Was it...something she needed to deal with about having somebody else? Not that he was exactly hers, yet he did admit he loved her...

Eerily quiet and low, she mumbled tightly, "She'll be fine."

Zexion did not even blink when he had caught Xaldin's heated and despicable glare thrown at him before he was gone. There was no threat simply because the Whirlwind Lancer couldn't really do anything, as he was obviously about to kill one of their members all because he had a hissy fit, and considering the work and need to find more Nobodies to expand the Organization, he was going to regress them. Xaldin should be more worried about the Superior once this gets reported. Being one of the six, he should know better. Zexion just did his job in halting it from going further. If he was to have a grudge, then let him be. Looking around at the mess left behind, he saw in interest at Larxene and Axel in a embrace as he stepped out from behind the tree, and made his way over to the fallen human girl first. He was going to have to clean up, and unfortunately, he had no power over memories to make this girl forget what she had seen. They had inadvertently shown themselves in every way possible, and he didn't know how to remedy that. The worse that can happen, however, is someone to die in this, and thus, he bent down over the female, studying her. Glancing back, he now noticed that Axel and Larxene were standing, hug broken, and Roxas beside them.

The situation at point blank, was how were they going to explain this to the paramedics? The wounds that she had were in no way a accident, and there weren't any thorns around here that she would've fallen over; he was sure the blood in the snow will get anyone's attention. That was another thing to be bothered with. The blood, How were they ever going to clean up? It was impossible. And the girl needed medical help. Now.

Damn it, Xaldin.

They had no choice, but to heal her themselves. The blood, however, he had yet to think of something. The best he could do is make a illusion to cover it until that gets solved.

Roxas's eyes grew a little when he saw Xaldin summon a portal from under him, and he watched silently as the man disappeared into it, knowing he was perhaps hurt gravely from Larxene's abuse, or whatever Axel managed to do to him to survive this long. Once he was sure the menace wasn't going to come back, his Oblivion vanished, knowing that he could have perhaps used the Kingdom Key for this, but he felt more of a connection with the light and dark keyblades ever since he figured out how to use two in battle. Letting out a breath as things calmed, he saw the many stains of crimson sweeping the otherwise pale and pure snow, and he couldn't help, but think that someone will figure something out as they find this. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, his body desiring the chocolate he never got again, his gaze went to Axel...with Larxene, and while he went slowly up to them, he felt a bit flustered as they were having their own moment, something he didn't want to interrupt. So he paused his steps, wanting to wait until they finished with their cuddling. Roxas was more surprised at the intimacy of it, more than anything, however. You can hug anyone, but Axel was taking a liberty by putting his face in her neck, showing intense amount of affection, while Larxene didn't mind and drank all of it. Usually, it would take a lot for these two to even have a conversation, so he could only guess that something happened between them that kept going til' now, where they are this comfortable in expressing what they feel for each other. It was...odd, to say the least. He was kind of used to them bantering, throwing snarky and witty remarks...but this...this was "Aw" worthy.

It kind of made him think as to whether he had someone. But he doubted it. Larxene was the only girl in the Organization.

Axel and Larxene...were they...together, then? Officially?

And he was also beginning to think Larxene was bi-polar, more than usual anyway. One moment she was smirking cruelly as she gave Xaldin agony, enjoying every bit of it as a drug, and the next few seconds she was being all nurturing and soft, holding Axel tenderly. His best friend definitely must've had dug deep to get that kind of personality out of her only for him. Taming the Savage Nymph. That deserved a gold medal. It could do Larxene some good, though, make her more understanding and actually care a small amount for others. Maybe all she really needed was some TLC. When he saw Axel break away and stand up, he took that as a cue to finish making his path to them, and he did so fairly quickly as he caught up at the same time Larxene stood. In the corner of his eyes, and he could see this caught the attention of the rest, he spotted Zexion heading to the wounded girl, which he surmised to be human, and checked over her. Even though the Cloaked Schemer was hard to read, he could tell that under his bangs, his eyes shifted to the marks of blood and the girl, and his expression was that of a serious investigator. Not that he blamed him. Anyone who walked pass here would think someone was murdered, as a animal wouldn't spurt so much blood, even when injured and walking.

Scratching his head, he wanted to ask a question to the two next to him, but held his tongue as he felt Larxene's dark vibes and this dangerous, heated aura around her. He saw her eyebrows furrowed, her lips curled, and her cheeks slightly puffing out, and while this was suppose to be a show of anger, it instead appeared like a cute, childish pout. Her antennae hair didn't help to add to that vision either as they moved slightly adorably in their buoyancy. He knew not to underestimate her because of the expression, yet he hesitantly opened his mouth, to Axel mostly, "Should we...go over there? To that girl? I mean, you seem to know her, Axel..."

Indeed, Larxene moved at what he said, but not to give a slap to somebody. Actually, seemingly upset, she turned the other way, about to march, or rather, stomp out of the scenery and back to the resort, it seemed. Roxas's eyebrows raised.

What was that about?

 

OOC:yeah i know what your saying - i still say that you should write a book

BIC:As fast as the blood from her wound was seeping, her face went whiter, losing that much blood. Lying in the snow was not helping, even if she was in a conscience state, her body would of become numb by now from the cold. The blood around her was getting messy, staining the snow as it travelled. Even though the deep cut was in her arm, it was going to turn into a murder scene at any moment if nothing was done soon.

 

OOC: I should, shouldn't I? xD.

 

dooooooooooooo it

 

Standing up straight was pure joy. The pain in his wounds seemed to return with double the agony, as if something was literally clawing at him repeatedly; biting down onto his lips, and holding back the pained look as much as he could, Axel stood up. This was expected, the pain. It always seems to heighten if one were to move after being inactive, even for a short period of time. Even a brief moment, if the pain seemed to subside or disappear, you can bet your ass that it was still there. It's called numbness, that painless moment, and as soon as you find yourself moving again, it only complements the pain, heightening it to the max. The strain and stretching required to move his muscles in order to stand up made him cringe, but he let not a sound escape his lips, as he kept them shut. Though the dizziness was not really helping at the moment. What he wanted most now, was a bed, and to relax—Damn that man could fight. However, it could not be helped, he had to get himself moving, as Devon still required medical attention. She still lay unmoving, and possibly unconscious, and it was impossible for him to tell if she was really okey or not. She was already badly injured, and Axel knew for certain about the blood loss, and last and foremost, she'd taken a direct hit of Xaldin's attack, and those winds aren't exactly the soothing type. Chances are she probably had a couple of broken ribs.

Axel took a small step toward Devon, but he found himself stopping in pain, as well as he suddenly caught the image of Zexon appearing out of the trees, almost out of nowhere. Staring at the Schemer as he made his way to Devon, examining her, as well as the bloody scene around her, it all became clear to Axel, about the random appearance of both Larxene and Roxas. It was all his doing . . . but hey, it saved his butt, that's what mattered most. Seemed like a thanks was in order. Even from afar, it was clear what was running through the man's head, and noting Zexion's worried expression, Axel too began to wonder the same thing, Devon had seen too much . . . this would prove problematic. Well, this certainly could've been avoided if he was willing and let Xaldin take her heart like he intended. However, Axel, for some reason, could not stand there and watch her heart being taken. Well, whatever the case, it only brought back the question of what the hell did Devon do to trigger all this, and send Xaldin on a killing rampage?

“Huh? Oh, uhh, r-right.†Axel muttered, looking down at Larxene. His expression, however, changed as he looked at her. She was glaring at him, and, well . . . pouting. Axel stared at the blonde for a moment, wondering what the matter was. “What?†He asked, completely lost. Was it something he said? It couldn't have been, as he barely even said anything at all. Her expression seemed only to darken per second, and it made him a little uneasy, still not understanding why the sudden change of mood. “I'm really fine, Larxene, if that's what you're worried about.†He muttered. It seemed that even Roxas had taken note of the little change in Larxene's aura, as he was hesitant to speak himself, but in the end, he spoke nonetheless. “Uhh, yeah, Roxas. I know her . . . We should, uhh, help her out . . . Larxene, are you okey?†It was nothing less than obvious that Larxene was disturbed, she was kind of looking the other way and all. It only made him all the more uneasy, wondering what it was that was setting off her mood in such a way. “Larxene?â€

Attempting to take a step to face Larxene, Axel only managed to fall. Resting on the snow, with his hands and knees, as he quickly attempted to collect himself. For a moment, he'd forgotten about his wounds and pain, and the sudden movement threw him off guard, bringing him back down. “Sh!t†He whispered. He still breathed heavily, looking at the snow as a tiny droplet of blood came tricking down his chin, and taking a moment to dangle there, it came down onto the snow, making a quick dot of red in all the white. He could feel the wetness of his face, and the drying crust on his forehead. He caressed his forehead with two of his fingers, and sure enough the thick red liquid was there at the tips, now tricking down his fingers . . . Oh good. Yet, Axel chose to them as he struggled to lift himself off the ground, he can heal himself later, but his main concern now, was Devon.


OOC: Ay, looks to me like it cannot be helped. Can I get Naminé, please? I need the girl to rewire Devon's memories. O.o'

 

ooc sure you can but I will edit my first post later