Organization XIII Within Castle Oblivion

Nobody Name: Graxe
True Name: None
Gender: Male, but can change it at will (I will refer to Graxe as a guy until he changes into a girl).
Age: Time does not bind him.
Short Bio: The physical manifestation of the keyblade's rage. Very few know of his existence.
Element: Pure Energy
Weapon: Energy
Title: Doesn't really care for one.
Picture/Description (Male): Wears a silver colored Org. coat (to differentiate himself from the others), lime green eyes, spiked white-tipped black hair, somewhat pale.
Picture/Description (Female): Wears a silver colored Org. coat (to differentiate herself from the others), gray eyes, long silver hair, somewhat pale.

 

OOC: Alright will do my best Haiena.Koinu

Xaldin looks at Zexion with a blank face, Xaldin takes his lances and goes to find someone else to have fun with. Xaldin speaking to himself "Zexion is such a party pooper." Xaldin walks up to the first flower to mess with Mansex. =]​

 

((Thanks LilRice ^.^ and Graxe... Why not you may join also >=3 Welcome!))

 

Marluxia was watering his garden and looked around, he could see Zexion, Xemnas, and Xaldin a bit far off. He wasn't use to people in his garden, he only accepted Zexion and Xemnas as they were not destructive but Xaldin... He would skewer and make a mess, leaving him to cleaning it. His eye's narrowed and he went back to watering, trying to ignore and assure himself everything would be fine.

It was morning, one of the most hardest times for Larxene. Getting up and dealing with people, it was a thought that made the morning dreadful. She lifted herself up and looked around her room, it was all intact so nobody tried to rampage her bedroom. She sighed and fell back down, she closed her eyes to try and sleep a while longer.

 

Xemnas sighs and says, "Who am I going too tell all my worthless troubles too now?" For a few minutes it is silent and then he says, "Maybe I should talk to a mirror..."

 

Graxe walked into the basements. Man, this place is so boring. Why can't anyone just- He soon heard a crash of a pot shattering on the floor. Keep walking...Just keep walking...Don't even think about going there...

 

Xero walks through the empty halls. He tries to remember any memory of his former self. But to no availe. He continues walking and stumbles opon Zexion, Xemnas, and Xaldin talking.

 

Zexion got to his feet, unsure what to do about his book. The schemer held it in his hands and stared at it blankly.
"You go talk to a mirror... I don't really care" Zexion replied to Xemnas.
Then he began to think for a moment, it seemed best to throw it out. There was nothing he could do for his murdered book. Zexion rubbed his eyebrow a moment before opening a dark vortex. The schemer then mumbled a bit to himself before tossing the book lightly into the portal. Which lead to a thrash basket inside the castle. He just wondered if it landed inside the basket. If not out, it would surely make it there at sometime... Then he looked over and saw Xero, the schemer didn't say anything to him though.

 

Xigbar sat in the kitchen by Xioimara, leaning back in his chair. Nothing was said. After, a few minutes Xigbar knew it was an akward silence. It was broken in the distance by an argument between Xaldin and Zexion. "Those punks will never stop bickering will they?" Xigbar finally said, trying to block out the noise, he shut his eye and sighed, then looked at Xioimara who was sitting across the table. He waited for a reply but didn't hear anything. "Y'know, you could talk once in a while, kid. I'm not gonna shoot you. I don't like when your quiet." Xigbar said to Xioimara after a while, and then silence again.

Xioimara looked at the table. She sat down the same way as Xigbar. She had one arm behind the back of the chair but had one hand on the table, tapping with her fingers. "Not so much that. Just thinkin'..." Xioimara replied after a little while. "Your like my best friend here. I know you won't shoot me. I just had nothing to say." Xioimara said to Xigbar, her eyes were still distant. As usual. Blind. "To train the mind, you have to train the body." She said after a little while. The ceiling fan above them was turning slowly and creaking.

Xigbar smiled looking at Xioimara, "So you want to spar? That's more like you, kid." He said. "We haven't fought each other in a little while now that I think about it. And never once have you ever beat me." Xigbar said with a sarcastic tone to Xioimara. "Maybe one day you will. Who knows?"
"Oh, don't worry, I'll put you in my place one day. One day." Xioimara said, with a smirk on her face. "I might beat you today. If you don't let your guard down anyway." Xioimara said.

 

Xero walks over to the 3 members of the organization. "What's happenning here?" says Xero. Xero looks at all the members wondering what they could be talking about.

 

As Graxe was walking in the halls, a book fell on his head. Hard. "Dammit, Zexion...there is no thrash basket here...we never bought one." he mutters as he gets up. Ugh...I'm gonna beat his white a** to a burning pulp when I see him. That was his THIRD book!

 

Xarkness is wandering the halls of Castle Oblivion alone. Suddenly he stops in a black empty room. There he says, "So this is what the insides of a Nobody looks like." Finally he sees Xero and the 3 other Organization members.

 

Zexion stared at Xero and then looked down and let out a short sigh from under his breath.
"Nothing is happening..." He mumbled, "even if something was happening, it wouldn't matter really..."
The schemer then looked away, and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Zexion was thinking about going back to the basement at this point. He didn't want to deal with so many people. But, it did answer his earlier wonder. Of if anyone was awake. Zexion then disappeared into a shadowy portal and reappeared in one of the basement floors.

 

"If I had 10 munny for each time Zexion was emo, I would be seriously rich" Marluxia mumbled, he finished up watering and put the can down. He stretched out his back, and reached for the sun in the sky. "One day this whole place will be mine" Marluxia thought to himself, a small non existing smile crossed his lips. He shook his puce mane and looked toward Xero, his smile vanished and he begun to walk towards another part of the garden. This part of the garden was much like a forest, many flowers and plants that are in a forest's floor. Each part of the gardens contained a different assortment of flowers, though it gave different areas for everyone to make a mess as well. He quietly begun to water the flowers, keeping to himself. Though it worried him of how bored he would become, soon everything would be wilting from the approaching winter.

 

Xaldin sees Mansex and goes and bothers him. Xaldin says " WAZ UP MANSEX!!!!" then starts messing with Xemnas and his name. Xaldin starts to get bored with Xemnas because he isn't doing much and says " OH MY GOSH MANSEX UR SO LAME!!!" he then goes and walks to the other org members to mess with them. He sees Xigbar and asks "Wheres Demyex and Axel? I want to bother Demyex because of his horrible rock skills. Xaldin sits at the table with Xigbar and Xioimara. He then stares at the silent nobody, he turns over to Xigbar "Whats up with her?" He then goes to the Org friedge and gets some pie then sits back down with them stuffing his face with pie and making a big sloppy mess.​

 

Once in the basement, the schemer walked over to a wall. Then he leaned against it and made his 'schemer pose' as he thought. But he didn't know what to think about so he stopped trying to figure out what to do. Really, he wasn't in the mood for much. Perhaps pure silence for himself and nothing more? No, that was very boring. Sure, he knew Lexaeus could pull it off, but, Zexion had to be at least doing something more then just standing silently. The schemer then knew what he could do to keep himself busy. He reached into the pocket of his robe...

 

Graxe picked up the torn up book, and blew it up in his hands. What's his problem anyway? He continued on towards the last basement floor.

 

After Xaldin finished his pie he opened a dark portal to where Marluxia was gardening, Xaldin had something very very sneaky planned. After the portal was open and Marluxia wasn't expecting it, Xaldin put his lance threw the portal and sliced Marluxia's girly hair off. He then pulled his lance back and shut the portal. He then ran to the basement to hide from Marluxia.​

 

Zexion then froze like a deer in headlights for a minute. Removing his hand from his pocket with nothing in his hand. The schemer toke a deep breath and looked towards the stairs leading to the floor he was on.
'What the heck?' He thought to himself.
Odors of two nobodies were inside the basement, really this was rare. It seemed almost every hated the basement. Zexion stared blankly at the stairs, Graxe was coming his way. The schemer was clueless as to why the member wanted to freeload the basement. But, then again the basement wasn't just Zexion's so, he had no reason to get freaked out or anything. The other scent was Xaldin, but he was a bit further away. The schemer got into his schemer pose as he zoned out at the stair way.

 

A crash came from Larxene's dresser, her eyes averted towards it and she saw Bruka. Who was Bruka? Nobody in the Organization truly knew, but he had been a phantom like cat that appeared knocking over stuff in Vexen's lab. Since then, it seemed like it had the power to disappear and reappear when something went wrong. She finally got up and went to her dresser and looked around, it was a vase that was knocked over. She looked at it curiously, she didn't remember any vases in her bedroom before.

When the portal noise happened, Marluxia tried to ignore it until he felt a 'whoosh' past his head. He looked behind him and there it was, his ponytail he had tied his hair in. "OH MY GOD" Marluxia screamed on top of his lungs, it was his hair on the ground before him as he placed a hand on the back of his head. feeling where it had been cut off from. He was scrambling into the house, screaming mainly as he entered Larxene's room. "Larxene! I need help" Marluxia said, her eyes turned to him slowly as she had been previously looking at a broken vase

"Your hair cut sucks" Larxene said to Marluxia, she was being brutally honest. He was flipping out over his hair, she sighed as she rarely ever worried about looks exactly. Mainly because it seemed after one day, their looks would just go straight back to their original look from the previous day. At least from what she remembered, after Xaldin shaving her head as a 'Brittney Spears' reenactment. "Xaldin got me" Marluxia said, he was irritated and was pacing not letting her look at the back of his head. "Again? Well then, I suggest vengeance! Stupid oversize fuzz face needs a lesson" Larxene said as thunder crackled in her fists.