Love in the Snow

OOC: Thank you, dearie. ^_^- And no problem.

 

lol - your not going to get any info out of her... your just going to erase her memories

 

OOC: Since Naminé is going to appear, let this be Roxas frst meeting with her, as I hinted he didn't know of her existence yet xP, and that the Organization were trying not to let them meet for certain obvious reasons (though he had seen her a few times, like a ghost, yet blamed it on his imagination). And it'll be sweeter that way, building the relationship.

Zexion went to summon his book right away, his mind set on a plan that might actually save this girl's life and save them all from being convicted of grievious aggravated assault by investigation. What he would do is get Naminé into this as soon as possible as he brings Devon in his room, or get her himself, and will have her perform some memory erasure by rechaining. The problem was, that she was only capable of controlling Sora's memories and anyone he meets or knows, connected to his heart. However, how Roxas is one and the same, very strongly, if he was concerned for what was happening to Devon, then it can create that connection needed. Hopefully, the kid was worried, as that will build up a friendship somehow. Which he was positive he will be or is. Then after the blonde girl was did the job asked of her, he will be calling the paramedics on the phone, saying that he found his friend in her room gravely injured. This won't be traced back to him with what he thought. They police will have no leads, because he will perform some illusion to cover the bloody scene until they can find a way to clean it. Vexen must have something in his room that will revert any trace of blood in the snow out, a experiment and liquid for everything. That would throw off forensics, nevertheless, he doubted it will get that serious. Never can be too cautious, though.

Concentrating now with that ploy set in his head, he began to create the said illusion to use, the red snow disappearing in front of his eyes into white, as it was replaced by the setting that was clean before the fight started. That would have to do until this whole thing is taken care of. Making sure to fix a few screws and to really copy everything correctly in the background, which took a while, he finished, making his lexicon disappear when done. Zexion didn't waste any time going to pick up Devon as he hurriedly crouched on the ground, putting his arms under her body, not really wanting to do this. He despised getting dirty. But this female's life clock was ticking, and it would be horrible for them all if she died and Xaldin basically murdered her. Breathing out a little as he raised her up, carrying her Bridal style, he took a moment to make himself comfortable, before glancing around. To the naked eye, Axel , Larxene, and Roxas weren't there due to the illusion that hid them, yet as he could see right through his own power, he knew exactly where they were.

It was like this that he headed in their direction, needing to explain the plot he had conjured up. Only what they need to know.

Larxene scoffed angrily at Axel's questions of what was wrong. Oh, nothing was wrong. Absolutely nothing. It wasn't that he didn't show so much concern and care, even whispering the name of a fangirl he only met, oh, she didn't know, yesterday? Or that they had a obvious relationship that wasn't made clear yet, causing suspicion. That he was basically going to die for this...thing that was a female. Larxene didn't even bother to acknowledge his existence as he kept questioning, almost forgetting about his wounds because of her fury, and this damn feeling in her that somehow made her wish that girl did die. She was about to leave out of here, seeing as Zexion was taking care of the rat, and there wasn't much else to do. So wrapped up in her thoughts of smacking Axel and finish killing off that girl personally, that if it wasn't for a grunt and someone falling, she wouldn't have noticed anything. Looking over her shoulder, Larxene found that Axel had dropped on the frozen snow, perhaps trying to move, and was now attempting to get back up, when he was blatantly weak and bleeding. Guess he wasn't as fine as he made himself to be. She didn't go to him as she did before though, and instead, actually just stood there and watched, her bitterness overflowing any other feeling, even though she felt something inside clench violently, along with the very strong desire to help him. The worst was that her cloak had gotten some of Axel's blood on her, reminding her of the fact constantly, and not making it easier. She fought it, however, like a raging war.

Her arms still crossed stubbornly, her eyes flickered to Axel, glimmering with many blue hues of signs and emotions, yet one of them was of nonchalance and coldness. The same need to go to him expanded on her body, and now even a ache in her chest was bothering her, yet she kept willing it back, still in a foul mood, and not going to give up to the urge. Frowning, she took her sight away from the redhead as it wasn't helping her, face still in a maddening expression, while she said acidly, her movements arrogant, "Help him up, Roxas, he was probably trying to reach for his girlfriend over there."

"Larxe-" Roxas began, but stopped in surprise when he found her wrapped in a sphere of darkness coming from the bottom, the black covering her up slowly as if she was hesitating, but in a few remaining wisps, she was still gone. Just like that. His eyes rested on the spot where Larxene was a second ago, not believing she truly went off when Axel was severely wounded...though it was her last words that floated in his brain. Was she...was she actually envious? Jealous? Sure, Axel did show a, uh...high compassion for the girl to risk his life that way, but he was certain his best friend had known the girl for a long while of hanging out together enough to consider her a friend. And...it was still a life at stake, despite the fact that it can be taken as something more what with Axel's words and his stares. It wasn't like it was true yet, there was still no explanation. Roxas guessed is to be expected...Larxene was too strong in personality and too highly of herself to wait.

Sighing, snapping back out of it, he stepped up to Axel as he bent down quickly, grabbing the man's arm to wrap around his shoulders, while his own arm ran across his back in turn, supporting him as Zexion was coming towards them with Devon in his hold. Sending Axel a nod, he carefully started to lift them up on a leveled pace, knowing that if Larxene did have feelings for Axel, she wouldn't last long in coming back to check when it finally gets to her.

OOC: I told you I wouldn't be reluctant to let Larxene be mean :D.

 

man i really need a second character

 

ooc you're allowed to if you want

 

OOC: D< Alright, let's speed this shiz up. Short, quick and easy. I got a goal to reach, and I intend to do it within the time limit.


“Girlfriend?†Axel blinked, dumbfounded, as to what Larxene had said before disappearing into the darkness, staring at the now empty space where she stood. He stood on the snow with the help and support of Roxas, who looked a little confused as well, and looking to him, he could only say one thing, “Wha—?â€

Women . . . so damn complex! What was with the sudden hostility? And why the heck would she even think that Devon was his girlfriend? Still staring at the empty space, he pondered on this. Devon was nothing but a simple girl he'd met, and had become rather well acquainted with, in a very short amount of time, you might say, but nothing more. Was it wrong to defend, or rather save someone from meeting their early death over some pointless reason [or whatever, as he didn't even know what the heck had happened between the two, Devon and Xaldin]. What the hell was she thinking? Why in the world would he look elsewhere if he had a hot babe like her in front of him for 24 hours straight, and practically for most of his existence in the Organization? He had his eyes on her from the beginning, for goodness sake! Axel sighed loudly, looking back down at the snow muttering to himself, still trying to understand the whole mood swing thing with Larxene. Thinking this, he recalled a few things from last night, at the Café, where he'd first met Devon. Larxene was not all too happy to see the girl, and was rather annoyed when sh— Wait, could it be? Was Larxene . . . ? Oh, dear God . . . was she jealous?

“Heh!†A quick cough of laughter left his mouth, coming to the conclusion, but soon stopped due to the cringing pain in his ribs. However, it was still rather amusing. Larxene, jealous? What a thought. The girl hardly ever lets anything get to her in the first place, and now a mere girl is making her uneasy with everything. Steadying himself, he straightened up, gathering what was left of his strength. “Was that jealously I just saw in Larxene?†He asked Roxas, still smiling to himself.

It seemed that Zexion had taken care of the scene around them, as all the bloodied snow was suddenly gone, and only the pure white surrounded them. The entire scene seemed calm and quiet, not a single trace of blood, not even a footprint . . . this illusion would do well for the time being. Although Zexion was not seen anywhere at the moment, Axel knew very well where he was, and much rather coming toward them as his presence became stronger per second. Staring straight ahead where Devon's body lay not so long ago, Axel asked the obvious question, “What now?â€

Naminé walked around the indoor garden fountain, hugging her sketch pad, admiring the structure, it's unique beauty as the water streamed down its body. The indoor garden was rather big, beautiful and lush, filled with awesome and blooming rose bushes, rare orchids, lilies, tulips, exotic flowers bedding the floor of unique and alien plants and trees. The room was made with glass, the sun shining though them like bright florescent lights. The frost and snow clinging into the glass outside gave it another step of beauty— just awe-aspiring. Brushing some lose strands of her silky blonde behind her ear, she sighed, taking a seat on one of the benches. Taking a moment more to admire the fountain and the gentle flow of the water, she began her sketching.

 

i still cant rp for a while huh?

 

OOC: It doesn't have to be like that, love. You can have Devon slip in and out of consciousness. O.o' Put her in a dream state, where she basically can feel what's going on around her, however she's not sure if what she's feeling is reality or not. I'm trying to speed this up, so you can have her waking up completely soon. Until then, put her into this so-called dream state. Unless you don't really want to post anything, and just wait. The choice is really yours.

 

hmm i thought you were gone. im just tired of not being able to rp love... sorry XD

She began to regret ever opening her eyes, well she had only opened them slightly. There was so much pain, and she was wet, but a lot of pain, and she couldn't see due to the dizziness from the blood loss, and pain again. She couldn't move in the state she was in, but the fact that she couldn't feel the floor, she knew someone was carrying her. Not understanding what was happening, she noticed red stuff on her shirt, her eyes followed it until she found the source. The amount of blood seemed to much as once again, she slipped into her unconscience state.

 

OOC: Love will soon...:(. Gawd, I'm feeling so emo right now...

"What now is, that I'll take care of everything," Zexion merely stated to a beaten Axel and a fine Roxas, knowing the ploy set in mind, whle he tried to "smell" where Devon's room might be by her suffocating scent. He felt close to around the second floor, and hunted the rooms there, following where it led him. It finally halted at a spot, that protruded very strongly of Devon, and noted to portal there as the destination was detected. Looking back and focusing on the two before him, he simply said, "You two go back to Axel's room, or yours, Roxas, and stay there. As well as not lie in bed, we can't risk staining the sheets, so if Axel has to rest, the bathtub is a better option. It would be preferable to burn your clothes too, Axel. And the towels if there is need to use them. We can't have you running around bloody, especially at what the scene of the crime will be. What I'm going to do myself is pretend I found Devon in this state in the confines of her room, no one will know none the better at who the culprit was. While I call the hospiital, the Memory Witch will do her part of the job."

He caught Axel's eyes, in warning to keep who she is quiet, ignoring Roxas's own curious gaze, before continuing, "After Devon is gone with the paramedics, and her memory redone, I'll explore Vexen's caverns and find something to get rid of all this blood in the snow. I can't hold the illusion forever."

"Yeah, but, who's this Memory Witch?" Roxas asked inevitably, as he made himself more comfortable with being Axel's personal crutch. He wasn't stupid, he saw the look, and he could tell it was one of those things that are being hidden from him. While he would be impressed with Zexion's plotting mind and how he revised the steps, this weighted on him more. Way more. He couldn't help, but feel somehow attracted to the topic of this female.

"Just a old lady. She's forbidden to be spoken outloud for certain reasons, though she has been working for the Organization. Is more like a taboo for us older members, excluding you, who's new," Zexion admitted somewhat truthfully, but then took matters into his own hands. "We can't chit-chat about this longer. I need to take this girl up and get her some treatment before this will truly convert into a murder scene."

Roxas frowned, unsatisified, but let it go this time. For now. This wasn't the time to question things that can be dealt with later on, a life was at stake. Thinking of that, he stared with slight concern and compassion at the bloodied female in Zexion's arms, and had to inquire, "You do think she'll be okay, right?"

Zexion smirked secretly to himself, almost victoriously. "Yes, if given time. The more you worry, the sooner she'll lbe taken away. Now, I shall take my leave here, and get this underway quickly. Mind my advice." Letting a sharp look grace the two males thoroughly, hoping they will follow the instructions laid out for them, not wasting any time any longer, he began to portal himself out with the girl in hand, darkness swallowing them whole, before the wisps floated in the atmosphere, the spot clear and vacant once more, Zexion heading to the place of the "assault".

He blinked at the speed of how this was going. Zexion just went up to them, explained what they needed to know, answered just two questions, and ran off like the wind. Honestly, the Cloaked Schemer left Roxas with more confusion and question, than anything. Not that he could be blamed, they had a problem that they were facing now, and time was of the essence, as Xemnas would say. Roxas didn't even know why he was quoting the Superior, yet it fitted now. Sighing to himself, his eyes, seeing as they were now alone, flickered up highto Axel, due to the height difference, and simply said, "Guess that leaves us. Let's go then..." He wanted Axel to settle in his quarters, more so to pester him about this Memory Witch. He seemed okay enough to talk. Trying his best to hold his best friend up, he began to be covered with the same black essence, and in the same result, they transported out as the sphere surrounded them, Roxas heading for Axel's room the best.

 

hmm i just learned something new about zexion today lol - i didnt know he had such a good nose

 

OOC: He's all kinds of special xD. If you see CoM, he can sense and have this sensitivity with his nose. Like he could tell something was off about Marluxia, and he 'smelled" Xemnas in Riku, due to the Ansem Heartless thing.

 

OOC: Don't ponder on it, love. :)


“Understood.†Axel said almost inaudibly. The plan was well thought of and quite simple [as expected of the Schemer], and after listening to the man, he gave a small nod, also discreetly returning the glance Zexion had given him concerning the Memory Witch. Axel greatly disliked the fact that he was to hide the identity of the so-called Memory Witch, from whom he considered his best friend. There was nothing that he'd hide from him, and to Roxas, he was literally an open book, and Roxas vice versa, but yet, here it was. Roxas' curious question only churned something in Axel's stomach, wanting to spill it all, and yet, reluctantly, Axel kept his mouth shut, literally biting down on his lips, looking away from the blond and at the snow, as he inquired about the identity of the Witch from them both. Axel merely gazed at the snow as Zexion literally BSed his answer to the boy, with his familiar cool, calm voice—almost convincingly. Lie. Yet, there was nothing he could do, and it was almost painful to even look at Roxas as he was being lied to. Narrowing his eyes, and closing them shut, Axel stood there, with the support of his friend, unable to say any word against Zexion's. Pathetic, and it was obvious Roxas was dissatisfied with Zexion's response, frowning, but yet he chose to forget it. As Roxas immediately got down to business once Zexion had taken his leave.

“Y-yeah. Let's go.†He said looking back at him. He let Roxas lead him to whichever place he thought was suitable. As they walk into the dark portal, Axel had seen the confusion clearly written on his face, that he was well aware of them, him and Zexion, hiding the identity of that Witch, Naminé. Axel sighed, saying naught but a word, following Roxas as he pulled him through the darkness. Whence their destination materialized before them, Axel found himself back in his room, just as he'd left it not so long ago, quiet, empty and now a little cold, albeit the sun shining through the windows. Well, they after all were up on a mountain, and it was only natural that the room would be cold without its occupant living there. The room was bright due to the rays of the sun, and the microscopic dust particles flying and mingling in the air reflected the light, literally making the rays a sandy yellow color and very visible as they came in through the window and fell to the floor. The two boys stood in the middle of the room for a brief moment, before Axel spoke breaking the stuffy and gloomy silence. “Thanks buddy.†He smiled. “Uhh, I think I need to lie down for a moment. The tub awaits . . . It's that a way.†He said pointing to the slim closed door at the far left of the room.

 

OOC: Does anyone miss the forum being dark? :/ I like the way the colored posts looked like...so pretty :3.

"Is going to be fine..." Zexion muttered blankly to the female in his arms as he placed her on the floor of her hotel room, noting perceptively that her eyelids were flickering, so she must be coming in and out of consciousness. Good. Being quite careful, he moved her limbs to a position on the ground perfectly, so it would seem like she had fallen, or fainted from a attack, and someone had picked her up in "shock", only to put her back down. Yes, it was time to put his acting skills to work on this one, it was his job to deceive. But first, before it was too late, he needed to find Naminé for the help needed. And fast.

Beginning to sense where she was as he closed his eyes in focus, his hands, now free, having a finger on his chin, he came into the 'smell' of some water, and then the scent of the girl was around it heavily. Reopening his eyes now that he had found her, he stood up from his bent position, outstretching his arm as he summoned a portal, the black void spiraling from mid-air, and growing to the passage it its known for, providing entryway. Zexion knew he had to leave this female for a few seconds, so he went through the darkness in quick pace, doing a bit of walking somewhat, until he came out into the other side, the shine of the twilight sky and rays meeting his vision. Keeping his concentration on the portal, so it wouldn't fade off, he found the blonde witch huddled over a fountain, doing what she always did: draw. Gazing at her for a moment behind her back, he cleared his throat, to show his presence, if she hadn't realized ityet, and looked at her straight and sternly in the face when he got her attention. "You are needed. This is a actual emergency, so go through the portal, and I'll explain everything there. Don't waste time thinking about it, and hurry. Just don't be shocked by what you see."

Roxas just nodded to his friend, beginning to step up to the door slowly, just to keep Axel walking in a way that was comfortable to him. Now that they were here, he began to wonder how they were going to clean up his lashes, cuts, and all. Roxas flushed in embarrassment, knowing he was in a predicament, because the wounds would have to be tended to without Axel's shirt on, considering the skin and all. Oh, God, someone help him. He shuddered. That was...going to be uncomfortable. There had to be another way to do this. On the train of thought of how this was going to work, his mind once more drifted over to that "Memory Witch" in contrast, wondering who she really was, and...aware that the whole truth wasn't given. Why did her name have "Memory" on it? Was she a Nobody like them? Biting his lip, he glanced over at Axel intently, pondering if he was going to say anything if he asked. Yet, there's no point in not trying, and if he insisted, he was certain Axel would spill in someway. "Hey, Axel, could you tell me more about that 'Memor-"

His question got cut short when he jumped, finding the bathroom door opening suddenly, only to widen his eyes in surprise at the figure he saw coming out. "You?!"

Larxene stared at the kid almost in the same way he was, just more stunned, as her body froze from the unexpected shout, and their entrance. However, with a blink, she recovered quite smoothly and quickly, a slight sneer curling her pink lips as she eyed Roxas in the most condescending manner as she snapped, "Yeah, me. What of it?" She raised her eyebrow daringly.

Roxas glared, but went to respond quite calmly, "Weren't you going over a jealous attack or something and marched off?" Honestly, he was quite glad she was here, even with the less than appreciated attitude that made him annoyed. Not that he didn't like her, she could be cool, to be truthful, yet it was obvious the way she behaved weren't accepted by most. But, if things worked well between her and Axel right now, clear things up, he might not have to dress Axel's wounds after all.

Yay.

"First, I was not jealous. And second, I had a good reason for coming here," she seethed in denial, sending him a dirty, and narrowed look, frowning. True, she was lying through her teeth, but like hell she was going to admit it outloud, especially when the brat was talking to her that way. Larxene took most of her will in avoiding Axel's gaze, those damn green eyes of his burning through her if she saw him, every time he stared at her. Made her feel tensed. So, she really set her time on Roxas, and him only, as if he was the only one in the room. Her hands were wringling in the silky cloth she had in her hold, which were Axel's pajamas that he had lent to her that fateful night. She made a trip to her room for it, thinking that will be a fine excuse to come here. Her black trench coat was not present too, as it was in the bathroom while she was busy cleaning the blood stains, and so she had her under outfit, the black tight fitting pants, her boots, and her matching black, sleeveless tank top. She was not happy though, and she made sure to show that her anger and fury were in her expressions, unyielding. However, she was certain her eyes said enough on this manner. Larxene still wanted to kick something, and by some good luck, maybe that fangirl will die. Despite that, when she got back to her room to vent, she realized what she had done...and not even able to help it, the regret started to sink in predictably. That stupid, unneeded, weak, guilt about leaving Axel that way behind, when he obviously was hurt. That wasn't the main problem either, because it reminded her of the time of the misunderstanding situation, where she had thought he had abandoned her with the state she was in. Yet, here she was, actually doing it. She despised hypocrites, and she didn't want to become one herself, as accidental as it was. And that girl. Argh. It enraged her, and at the same time, made her chest ache at the fact that he could be with some other girl, or look at another in the same way, admittingly. It was one of those times when she was feeling more than enough emotions that differ each other all at once, and it made her frustrated. She couldn't even really face him right now, wondering what he thought of her for her action. Though...she wanted to chek if he was okay.

But she kept these things well hidden under her unbreakable, cold, and tight mask, and moving forward in a walk, her legs still in slight pain, she directed herself to the bed, passing by Roxas, and putting the pajamas neatly on the mattress. Before anyone opened their mouth, messing around with the clothes in a attempt to pretend she was scouting around it for no particular reason, she began, "I just wanted to return it, since he never asked for it. And I figured I'd take off my trench coat and get to cleaning it, so don't mind if you see it there."

Roxas just watched her, not really listening, but instead, studying what she was doing as if he was some psychiatrist. He knew it was more than that, and it seemed, that she did care for his best friend, and had feelings enough to come here to see if he was fine. Well. Ignoring the fact that she was covering the true reason of her presence. Passed the first test. Shifting his cerulean eyes to the redhead, he asked in a very low whisper for only Axel to hear, "Do you want me to give you some private time? I'll go to my room, and stay there for awhile...then I'll come back...if you can stand up by yourself, that is."

 

lol once again larxene attacks me... lol it makes me laugh XD

anyway i was at work all day yesterday and while i was on my break i got thinkinh about this thread.. there's some things im going to need clearing

1. If you're only going to erase like 20 mins of her memory, she'll still remember Axel seeing as they met before it happened?
2. If one of the last things she remembers is having a fight with Axel... then if the police investigate (which they probably will though i doubt i could play them well so :P) won't they be supsicious of him because of it?

 

OOC: LOL, Lar-Lar will always attack you. ;) ANF, your memory won't be erased, but just rewired. Meaning, Devon will remember everything, but just forget ever meeting Xaldin, fighting with him, and seeing Axel getting his ass handed to him. Plus, she'll also be forgetting about the little fact that both Axel and Xaldin had conjured their weapon out of thin air. All this just so you don't find out that they aren't human. ;)

However, I really think that the police should be left out of this. I'm trying to get to the ball as fast as I could, and having police interventions will only prolong everything by another 2 months or so, therefore, I think we should just leave it as is, and have Devon think that she hurt herself or something. :sweatdrop:


Naminé had had the first half of the fountain sketched down onto her paper, and it was looking nothing less than perfect. She smiled sweetly to herself, as she was rather proud of the drawing so far, and continued to make the lines necessary to make it seem as if it was alive. She found peace in having time for herself, otherwise she was always under the watch of the Organization. She'd been under the care of the Organization ever since she can remember. Always kept under constant watch, monitoring her every move, with whom she speaks to [not that she had a variety of people to speak with, in the first place], what she would speak to them about and etc. She after all was a nobody just like them, but yet, she was nothing like them, and perhaps that was what put some kind of fear in them . . . who knows, but of course it was her power that they had found useful. She was taken along with the Organization almost everywhere, and obviously, even if this was a vacation, she was to come with them, no other choice or excuses. However, she'd not mind the trip as she was loving the resort, from its snow filled front and the back mountains to pool and lush indoor gardens such as this. It was rather surprising that the Organization had let her leave her room without having one of them watch over her. She took her chances, knowing it was something rare and the chance might never come again. Perhaps it was because she was not acquainted with anyone else besides the Organization here, and there was not much she could do, and truth be told, she'd grown accustomed to living with the Organization, whether she wanted to admit that or not. And so she found herself wandering the halls of the resort until she found the garden, and made herself comfortable there.

Even as she sat alone, she was enjoying what she was doing and with her esoteric focus on her drawing, she'd failed to notice when Zexion had appeared behind her. She knew nothing of his presence until she suddenly found the man standing in front of her, staring right at her with a piercing glance. Startled she jumped suddenly finding him in front of her rather than the lovely fountain. ”Eek!” She squeaked, quickly covering her mouth dropping her sketch pad and pencil on the concrete floor. Like the punctual man the Schemer was, he wasted no time, and showed no emotion to her reaction, as he went straight to his point, and as to why he was suddenly here.

So she was needed . . . she looked at the smoky black portal behind her and sighed. She said nothing as looked at Zexion once more before picking up her pencil and sketch pad off of the ground. She stood up and gracefully made her way to the black portal, wondering what the emergency was. Stopping in front of the portal, she sighed again, and then with a deep breath, she walked through . . . she was used to this sort of things.

Naminé found herself in a dark room once she came out of the portal from the other end. It was a normal hotel room, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. It was lovely room nonetheless, quiet, and cold like any other room in the resort. She took another step into the room, examining everything from top to bottom, until she found what Zexion had warned her about. “Ahh!!” She screamed, dropping her stuff once more. “Oh my god!”

“Roxas . . .” Axel said, speaking over his dear friend as he began to question him on the very subject he wanted to avoid. “About that . . . you s—” However, Axel was cut short of his sentence, along with Roxas, as he too was startled to see the blonde Nymph walk out of his bathroom, almost surprisingly and randomly as it was. Er, right . . . was she not supposed to be angry at him or something? And yet here she was, in his room, snooping around. She stared back at them in alarm as they both stared back at her looking astounded. Awkward moment, but Larxene handled it well as she recovered rather quickly, looking mean and cool once more, snapping at Roxas in an attempt to make everything seem normal. As Roxas and Larxene exchanged their sweet little words, Axel continued to stare at her in wonder. He really did not understand the woman. One moment she hates his guts, not even wanting to see his face, the next, she's in his room, with a 'silky, black' excuse to come see him. A good reason, of course . . . I mean what else is so much more important than to return his pajamas? The irritated look and the tone of her voice—the simple way she snapped at Roxas when he pretty much hit the correct spot of her mind as he brought up the subject of jealously clearly defined her state of denial . . . of course she wasn't, and Axel could only smirk at this all.

Axel said nothing as the woman tried to stay calm through the situation, however, what gave away her nervousness and restlessness was how she wrung the piece of clothing she held in her hands, twisting them violently, not to mention the avoidance of looking at him. No matter how cold she looked, or how much carelessness, fury or anger she reflected in her eyes, they were still something she hid poorly, especially when he gazed at her deeply with his emerald eyes. She did her best to avoid his eyes, and he in contrast deepened his gaze at her all the more. She stood in front of the bathroom door, looking more like a pouting young child than the cold woman she wanted to represent. After taking a quick pause, she walked passed them both, making her way toward his bed, placing the pajamas there, she stated her business. Really, Larxene? Really? He thought, still smirking to himself. You couldn't find any other time to return the pajamas?

Axel stared at her lean figure as she stood by the bed shuffling through the pajamas as if it had something hidden in them. He studied the woman as she wasted some time by his bed, making what she was doing seem important. She looked rather sexy with those skinny pants of hers, he thought to himself. His thoughts however, were disturbed by Roxas' whispering. “Umm . . .” Axel thought it over for a minute. Zexion had advised them to stay together, but . . . “Y-yeah, sure, Roxas. You go to your room, and clean up. T-there's blood on you, so you should wash up. Come back once you're all clean and be quick. I'm really not in the mood to hear Zexion b!tching about not listening to him. I'll be fine, I can stand. So, go . . . I'll just go lie down for a bit, and maybe a quick hot shower will be enough to clean up the cuts and stuff.” He said giving him a thankful smile. Finishing his sentence, Axel gently shrugged off Roxas' supportive grasp off of him, and stood up straight. Giving Roxas a quick pat on the back, Axel led himself inside the bathroom, limping and groaning under his breath avoiding to touch the walls for support with his bloodied hands.

Making his way across the bathroom door to the bathtub, which suddenly seemed like it was a mile away, he stepped inside, and almost immediately slumped down into the tub as his body could not hold itself up any longer. Sighing loudly, he let his head fall back on the tub, closing his eyes he simply cleared his mind. He let the pain settle down, which only returned again with double its force, as he moved from there to here. He felt as if each cut and bruise had an unique throb of pain, and putting them all together, it was just something not worth imagining. His head felt as if some kid was having fun pitting a nail through it with a lovely hammer. Just sitting there for a while, he let his body relax, letting it slide down the tub. He was amazed with all that had happened in such a short period of time . . . All this in just 48 hours.

 

sorry i just wanted to clear it up - but i feel like rping so hehe

Devon awoke again, and again the pain came back. She squeezed her eyes in the pain, and opened them to find herself on the carpeted floor of what she seemed to be her room. How she got there, she couldn't remember, though she remembered this pain. She kept her ear on the floor, listening to nothing to make sure nobody was here. After she was certain that she was alone, she attempted to pull herself up, struggling with the pain in her arm. She finally got into a sitting position, feeling as if she climbed Everest. She looked at her arm, trying to remember what caused it. She was sure that it had to do with some random drunk guy, who had a voilent temper, somehow managing to throw shrp things that came from thin air. There was also someone else, trying to help her, when everything seemed lost...

AXEL! Her eyes shot open at the realisation. Lord knows if he made it out unscarred, or alive. She tried to pull herself on her feet, using both arms in the process, she had to get to the phone, not for her sake she knew she was alive, but for his. The speed she pulled herself up in was too much for her head, her dizzyness returned. Still trying to make it to the phone, her stes were wobbly, unbalanced, and as soon as she got up she found herself once more lying on the floor. This time she couldn't move a muscle, could only lay there in her own fears. If someone brought her in this room, whydidn't they ring for help? Why was she left here? She was left to ponder with her questions until a sound came from behind her, she pulled her head up to see a young blonde girl come through the portal, gasping and dropping her books. Her head began to swirl again she tried to think to herself, ' Don't Faint, Don't Faint, Don't Faint....'

 

OOC: So what do we do with Devon, heal her ourselves? So we can say she's not dying, just very badly hurt? But since we already reached that conclusion, how can it be turned around? Unless Naminé says something.

Roxas just nodded, waiting for Axel to finish composing himself as he got off his support painfully, and he watched to see if he could stand. He knew those two needed some time to themselves, or at least Larxene did, and he could feel a kind of heavy tension in the chemistry. Either way, he stayed there, for a while, his eyes following Axel as he began to walk, not yet leaving until he was positive his friend could make it. Once he disappeared into the bathroom in a slow process, he flickered his eyes to Larxene, who was now sitting on the bed instead of fidgeting with the pajamas once the redhead's presence went away. Thinking he should say something before he left, he stated, "You know, is not good to jump to conclusions. The least you could've done is asked him. There's still time to fix it."

He didn't receive any type of response from her as her gaze settled sharply at the wall, and sighing, still a bit concerned for Axel, he began to portal out, the black leisurely blocking his vision of the room, before he was engulfed by it. The best he can do is trust Larxene with him. In his mind, as he conjured up in his room, he wondered how the hurt girl was doing too...and that witch in question. Was she in Zexion's room now? The Cloaked Schemer was going to get her. Axel did tell him to stay put, yet...

Larxene didn't turn to eye the boy when she knew he had gone, and while she hated that she was being condescended by a 15 year old, she knew deep down he had a point. The guilty churn swelled in her stomach and chest, however, the fact that they found this amusing kind of downgraded it. It was not as strong as before, and if she did speak to Axel, there was no way in hell she was going to apologize because of that. Not that she was going to anyway. Letting out a breath, she remained seated for a long while, in her own thoughts, debating whether or not to follow him in there, and see what he said. If he was going to die by Xaldin just saving a female he only met a few times, she was definitely going to smack him for being a idiot. How was she to know, that he would care so damn much for a worthless random girl, in a day? What else does that indicate? Friendship already? It wasn't like she wasn't justified in her assumption. But, at the same time, in leaving him, not really. Besides, that b!tch must have done something to get Xaldin to that state of anger, so if anything, she deserved to be horribly injured for also being a idiot. So they got two imbeciles now. And Xaldin. Who's a mindless moron anyway. Frowning at the situation, Larxene contemplated a moment longer, feeling her anger rise, before standing up at her feet. Might as well clear things, at least. And he was groaning and limping while he was heading there.

Quietly and stealthily walking, she reached the door in a silent breeze, and in the same graceful steps, went inside the bathroom, the only thing that can give her away being the clicks of her heels. She went to lean herself in the doorway, her eyes travelling on Axel's body sprawled in the tub unceremoniously. While something ached seeing him like this, she lifted herself up and began to go towards, saying acidly in the opposite of what she truly felt, "Well, well..." She bent down one her knees once she was near the bathtub, before taking her seat comfortably, still not looking at his face. "If it isn't the guy who got his @ss royally kicked. For a dumb fangirl, no less..."

As she leaned her head and the most upper part of her body in the tub, staring at his stomach, she only paused for a moment, feeling quite flustered, before she mentally shook her head, and grabbed the zipper of his coat, opening it. There was no helping him with all these clothes on. In fact, he needed to take everything off, in case he also got wet, because she was planning to use the water here. Less mess. In a demanding tone, she ordered, "Tell me where are you hurt and where your wounds are."

OOC: I forgot if Axel had his coat on or not. If so, I'll just edit.

Zexion didn't appear to care for Naminé's screeches and screams, as he had warned her. Yet, the other girl was awake, and can quite move, considering she wasn't in the spot he had left her in. He didn't know how exactly did Naminé work her powers, whether the victim had to be asleep or awake, or if she could do both. Whatever the case, he stepped next to her as they both gazed at the female before them, and told her steadily without giving her time to breathe from the shock, "I need you to erase a few pieces of her memory. The connection, that you need, is already there for you to work with. It needs to be done, and thus, erase anything of Xaldin, who attacked her, and her fighting with him, as well as seeing Axel being beaten. Also, make sure she forgets that both Axel and Xaldin had conjured their weapon out of thin air. She is a human, and Xaldin did the brash action of revealing who we are. If you can, add a reason or memory of how come she was injured. Whether falling down a slope with jagged rocks of snow, or anything of that affect. We can't have her be suspicious. Do you understand me?"

He stared at the blonde expectantly. He had said this, while it was a lot to take in, slowly, so she should be positive of the instructions laid out for her. Plus, he had now sensed Roxas leaving Axel's room to his, but it didn't greatly matter, as long as they remain hidden. It seems that Larxene had stayed, and he wondered why she had left the way she had done in the first place. Interesting. With the girl conscious, perhaps she wasn't as in danger of dying as they all originally thought, and they can be saved by not having the paramedics, or cops, into this. However, he still needed to take a trip to Vexen's room. Tilting his head, he added shortly, "Can you do your power whether one is awake or not? If so, I'll find a way to make her sleep."

 

ooc......I am in need of a deatialed recap

 

okay well we all know that devon (mainly) and axel got there asses handed to them by xaldin - long story short - she has pretty much temporarily regained her conscience and zexion is trying to get namine to erase what happened, in the meanwhile, axel is getting cleaned up

speaking of which where was demyx?