Xemnas gritted his teeth, closing his eyes to relaxhimself as he heard his store being destroyed, making sure not to lose his cool in front of his adversary. With a snap of his hands, he summoned multiple Sorcerer Nobodies to infiltrate KMart, ordering them by bondage and by mind, to wreak havoc as well, to take down shelves, rip the floor, exploded the chek out lines, attack the employees, do anything that they desire for chaos. And if Sephiroth did continue, he would have to much greater damage. Sesnign that his Nobodies were doing their job, as he could feel something breaking, he went to take care of his own business. Smirking, he opened his eyes, and stood calm and straight as the man acted hot-blooded. Chuckling darkly, his expression and eyes anything, but welcoming, he growled, "You're pathetic, Sephiroth, you're just the same as your employees with the childish actions. But as they say, birds of a feather, flock together, it doesn't surprise me." With that, he charged up his hands as two, red sabers came into existence, and he quickly swiped one close to the silver haired male's neck. OOC: Sephiroth won't be able to use the Masamune much, as sabers (which is heated energy) can cut through steel, and as far as I know, the sword doens't have any magical properties unlike the Keyblade. Egh, I don't know...
Larxene couldn't take it. She was physically, emotionally, and mentally wrecked, and the pain and agony was too much...it was all too much. How many times did she have to suffer for any Holy being to get the point that she's had enough, in both lives? Over, and over, and over again, she was broken, and over and over again she was left with nothing, but loneliness, ever since she was damn born. Why? She didn't understand why she could never get a break, it always had to be punishment, what did she ever do to deserve all the malice? As she sobbed into Marluxia's chest, her eyes blurry and wet from the oncoming tears, all the affliction, all the malaise, all the grief, took a toll on her today, as Axel went to the list of people who left her. Her body was numb, and so was her soul, and she had come to realize she'll never be happy. Even when giving pain to others in pleasure and gladness to make up for her own wretchedness, she just wasn't meant to be blissful. The harshness of her life, the heartache, the sorrow...had all come together to hit her all in one blow, which turned her to this. Now added to the fact that she was voiceless, useless, weak, and completely broken, she wanted to die. Fade away. Never coming back. It didn't matter, she didn't matter, her importance in these worlds were minimal, she was nothing. No one ever cared, no one ever appreciated her, no one ever gave her love, no one ever gave her anything, and no one ever will. That was the truth. Marluxia might be one, but other than being sad for four hours if she disappeared, he wouldn't give a dam either. Axel...Axel should've left her to die on that rock, whether from the cold or not. When she was gone, he'll probably fade her away from memory anyway... Marluxia had no idea what to do with the situation at hand. When he hugged her tighter to him, she flinched, almost as if the strength of it was hurting her. Axel had said she needed rest, so was she hurt? After all, he had noticed the bandage on her forehead, the center filled with dark blood as if from a injury. So, was it that he saved her? And tended to her? He had somewhat been suspicious of what Axel had thought of Larxene, and the more it all began to connect, the more it was realized in his mind. However, he had also taken note of why the Savage Nymph, the strong, independent, and vile woman, was a crying mess in his arms, and that was because she felt the same way. He was sharp, and he would not waste his time with denial and ignorance. Why something ached hard in his chest to know that, and made him frown, it seemed Axel had made a grave mistake, and as he was granted to be the pillar of support for her, he could easily make her forget about him, and slowly...very slowly, make her grow to love him. It was possible by this point. The redhead even left her to him. For now, he stayed in the bed, and in the redhead's room, wanting her to calm before making any attempt to move her. Zexion had no idea what happened, as he leaned in a wall, his eyes closed as his concentration was now to a altered level. Axel had walked away, left the door and ran, for no reason other than Marluxia being at the helm? And now...now he had to deal with the pain...no, not his pain, Larxene's. The intensity of the hurt and torment was so strong, that it overtook his body as he kept her 'scent' in focus, mixing along with Marluxia's. Imbecile. Axel was a complete and utter imbecile. Not being able to take the sensation of what the blonde female was experiencing, it was just misery, he turned his 'scent' to Axel, now sensing him heading close to him. Opening his eyes, he quickly lifted himself from the surface, and stood in the middle of the hall, waiting for the clash. Soon enough, Axel was there, yet, he had nothing to say except that he was wrong. Idiot. He wasn't wrong, and the redhead was too blind and dense to see it, concerning how jaded Larxene was this very moment. The Cloaked Schemer watched him walk away, still standing in the same position without moving as his fingers were propped up close to his mouth, not doing anything until he had sensed Axel settle in the pool area. Zexion didn't take too long to transport to the fire wielder, not caring whether he wanted to be alone or not. Appearing right in front of the man, and before Axel could even spit anything at him, without changing his demeanor, in the ever calm tone of his, he stated, "Before I berate you on the act of your own stupidity and what you've done, all that I ask first is for you to tell what had Larxene specifically, and by word, had said or done for you to abandon her. Was it a fight? A simple argument? Better explain it now, or else, you will not be left alone unless I decide it so." His eyes studied him hard.
OOC: Nope, not at all...-_-. Anyway, I was thinking that after this one, you can have Axel take the final piece off, and write the ending like "then they became one", or "he entered her", or, anything that you might think preferable. From there, unless you want to keep writing for Axel, I can reply with Larxene in his arms after chi-...making love. She wasn't drunk anymore. Instead, she was now drugged, with no salvation of getting sober, and not wanting to really get off the addiction. And as much as she liked to pretend so, she was a virgin, a complete and utter virgin. At least, in the Nobody sense. And even in her past life, she only really had two to thee times experience. Yet, this...this was something else, concerning Axel, because, there's just no possible way in all worlds this pleasure and euphoria was real. This was too strong. Too powerful. Too perfect. And her body... her body was all ready and willing to give herself, soul, and mind, to him. She shook, she shivered, she moaned and groaned, she gasped, she sweated, she felt his skillful caress to a place no man ever dared touch, and placed with his kisses, it all bonded into this one wonderul and extraordinary passion that made her lose her mind, and made her whole being want to implode from the heat and erotic sensations. When...when they go through, it wouldn't be just sex. She felt it. She sensed it. Is more than just a physical lust and desire for one another's body, as delicious and good as it was, it was each other they wanted. In all sorts of aspects. Her hand kept playing with his long length as he continued his appreciated administrations with his tongue and lips, though she halted when she thought he had enough, as he was beginning to utter booming cries, making her give a pleasant giggle at what he could become at her touch, giving her a bite on her shoulder, screaming out to God, and clutching the sheets, and Larxene took pure enjoyment in it. She wanted to give to him what she could, and she will. After their eyes met momentarily, both blue and green in misty hazes from their aphrodisia, she closed them again in relish when he kissed her, feeling his blazing lips on her, once more, their tongues clashing, hers snaking around his in a coil, sucking all of his taste over and over, to make sure her taste buds remember the flavor. Their mouths by now were puffy and stinging from their constant friction, but it didnt stop her from taking more as her mouth gently move against his own, him nipping at her tongue tenderly, before breaking apart, and sending sweet, feather kisses to her chin and jaw. She will never get enough. Never. She herself went to lick and trace her tongue about his shoulder, in a slope on his collarbone, appetizing the sizzling surface and salt. Her lungs jumped as her breathing quicken when she felt him beginning to undo her zipper, moaning just at the thought of what awaited her, and he began to pull them down. Larxene had no problem making it more comfortable for him to get rid of what was standing and blocking them from more skin contact, as she gasped every time her chest brushed his enough. It didn't take long for him to throw her pants, as the cloth now joined the rest of the discarded garments on the ground. Fondling his hard staff with one more stroke of her hand, her legs also took care of the boxers, the fact that it was loose and silky making it easier for it to banish as it slid down from his hips, to his thighs, and finally slip down his legs to be unknown and unneeded anymore, leaving him, and his gifted manhood, free. The feel of "it" was much more stronger this time around, with only her silk underwear in the way, and the his length out in the open, rubbing in her crevice, she couldn't be blamed. Not able to control it any longer, she grinded into him, rounding her hips as she gave a loud cry that were followed by moans as she gave her own ecstasy to herself, her fingers brushing back his hair in a desperate beg, as her lips kissed his mouth, then his cheek, until she just said in a low, husky, rasp of ravishment, closely sounding like a whimper as her actions continued, "Axel, take me...damn, just take me..." She wanted him. She needed all of him. Right now, right at this second, right at this moment. Her body was now literally tremulous from that desire as it filled her senses, and she didn't have time, or had to be patient. Take off that remaining piece of her under clothing, and let them run into their own universe where it was nothing, but them there, joined together.
Xemnas was simply browsing around the store, tired of doing anything else, and just wanting to get some sort of peace of mind for himself. For his sake, things had calmed down for WalMart, that is, until he heard noises and shouts coming near the entrance. No. Somebody tell him there aren't any more problems needing to be dealt with today. He didn't really want to go and check it out, he really didn't, but being as this was his job, he began to portal to the section, knowing he was somehow going to regret this. When he materialized in the right spot, he had spotted many things that made him just want to go back and pretend that nothing was happening in his store. His store. The first thing his eyes caugth were two shelves down on the ground, and all the items they had spilled all over the floor in a cultural mess. The next, was what truly surprised him, and made him narrow his amber orbs dangerously at the silver haired man standing. How dare he come to his territory? And worse, he was standing over, it seems, a defeated Saïx, and his jaw tensed, as he knew this wasn't simply a professional visit. Stepping up to the man before him in just a equal level of self-confidence and pride, he merely looked the warrior over, his voice holding venom, though sounding creepily calm. "What are you doing here, where you don't belong, Sephiroth? I would suggest you get your mere presence out of my store, your employees have done enough. And don't star about the MCP, the others of your workers gave a strike, and we simply retaliated." His eyes swiveled to the door, before looking back at him, as if that was enough for him to get out of his sight completely.
OOC: Nope, no idea. I emailed her, though she hasn't replied back. I already do have a way to unstuck myself, though I was just giving a chance to see if Fire showed up. I guess I'll take it now, by simply saying Rexwand and Axel finished their job (after all, is simply putting in the bodies to the room and that's all, so we can skip all that by short explanation). Yay, here I come. Axel walked down the side deck, yawning and stretching his arms upward as him and Rexwand were finally done moving the bodies in the Preservatory, and where they shall remain until landing. He had washed his hands (not even, his whole arms), and had had on his black gloves, though it didn't mean he wasn't opting for a shower. They had locked room C651 completely, along with the freezer after understanding the lever...and now...now, he was just going to get some much needed sleep and rest of mind, because he had never been so jaded as much as today. So many things happening...and to add to that, he could see clearly there was a storm brewing. He had been hoping it would pass away quickly, but no, the winds were roughly hitting his face, as well as his hair, and blowing his Organization trench coat all over to the point where the sound of flapping could be heard. The scent of rain and humidity reached his nose and damped his skin, and the whole sky had darkened into a deep grey that serve no light to those under, it was almost night. The waves were already rolling harshly and roughly, and the ship had even begun to swerve along with it. Axel just wanted to get back to Shigiku and see how she's doing, and just...have some PEACE. This has got to be the worst sense of cruise there has ever been, as this wasn't anywhere near a damn vacation. As if the clouds were thinking the same, his eyes hald-lid close as he felt small rain drops begin to fall, a burst of thunder wrecking the sound barriers, and a streak of lightning dashing through the sky. Larxene would've loved that, in fact, that might be even her. Where were all the other Organization members anyway? He hasn't seen her, nor Demyx (who's at fault for them being here in the first place), nor Zexion, nor Lexaeus, the list just kept going. OOC: Love, I really think you should start freeing some characters, and if not, PM those who have them and see if they want to be in the RP, cause really...D:. I could easily play both Demyx and I guess...Roxas (though I'm sure he's around), if not, Marluxia (I would love toplay Larxene, but I don't want to play both her and Axel for certain reasons :D). Is only Xehanort, Naminé, and original characters now.
OOC: I'm going to kill Fire -_-.
Larxene had walked calmly, simply watching Axel stare at the married couples, even at one point him giving the finger. She didn't say anything on that since she wasn't aware what he was thinking, so she remained silent as they both sat down in the booth, her blue eyes quickly studying outside the window in interest. Larxene could see some people still looking at her choice of clothing from the corner of their eyes, and she just gave them a "what?" expression, raising a eyebrow. Like the litte maggots they are, they turn their focus away. Thought so. Somewhat jokingly, yet somewhat annoyed, she looked over at Axel, frowning. "Goodness, is like these people haven't seen a girl wearing a blue bedsheet before. If they want me to take it off, fine, let their children see my revealing harem outfit for their pleasure." It was at that time that the waiter brought their menus, and as she picked hers up, he went to say the specials, and then ask if they would like their drinks now. "Yeah, I'll have a Coke..." As he noted it down, she opened the small menu booklet, beginning to see what they had. She was hungry for steak or chicken, not fish, or salad, so after her visison skimmed over most of those things, she went to check out the steak section first.
OOC: Aww, Axel...that pulled at my heart strings. Larxene, still struggling, momentarily stopped when she saw Axel going to open the door, and relieved, she merely went to lay back on the mattress, entirely exhausted as aches pounded in her arms. This way, Marluxia would know she's here, and if he insisted on something else, she would just shake her head. Closing her eyes patiently for a moment in rest, she opened them again, watching Axel go to he handle, though his posture was odd...looked tense. Thinking it was because of the anger she herself was feeling from being constantly interrupted, she ignored it, and saw as the door opened, revealing Marluxia, whose eyes immediately went to her, only to stare back at Axel, who seemed to just be gazing at him. Thinking she should raise her hand to signal the pink haired man, it was halted when she heard Axel's words. "T-take her to her room.... She.. She needs to rest..." It was like a complete slap to the face, as she gasped silently, her eyes widening, not only in surprise, but injured in a way that hit deeper than expected. Something heavy inside her fell, like it's been damaged and marred, hitting the hard ground, and her vision was now in a haze as the action just processed, watching him get his cloak and walk away...from her. Leaving her with another man. Abandoning her with somebody else to take care of her. She didn't understand...was she too much to handle? Was it that he couldn't take it? Was it that he was tired of her? Then the memory of before reminded her of the look he had given her when staring at him with inquiry, frustrated, almost scolding, and she felt another painful something inside crush, so much, that it gave her nerves the biggest disappointment she could fathom. He left her, because she was useless. And then....Axel didn't bother to give her a glance, or tell her where he was going, was just...gone. Her head shook slightly, not believing that happened, admonishing herself for believing he was different, even for just a moment. Perhaps it wasn't love or anything else romantic she was seeing when he was taking care of her, maybe is what she thought before in the first place...that he cared for her and all, being hurt after a fall, and probably did what a loving friend would do...but nothing less, and nothing more. Her stomach churned uncomfortably as another emotional bruise stabbed her, tears building her eyelids the more the realization hit her. He didn't love her...he didn't love her, not that way she wanted him to, and she was close to admitting it to him...and be rejected. Be utterly rejected in the end. The type of pain she was feeling right now at the thought...the type of misery her body was now shaking over for, it was unexplainable. Despite Marluxia being there, she didn't even give a damn as salty water poured from her eyes like a faucet to the side of her cheeks, her hand shuddering as they clenched into fists, pursing her lips to stop herself from uttering a cry. It was all pointless, all useless, and...what a fool she was to think he might feel the same way. Zexion was wrong, she wasn't running from something great, because there was nothing. She opened her trust again only to let it be thrown back in her face. As her chest shook with quiet sobs, she was glad she didn't have a heart; she wouldn't hear it breaking. Marluxia just stood by the door, uncertain by the turn of events. First, starting with Axel opening the door, giving him this irritated, but pained stare, before getting his stuff and going away so easily. He had expected more stubborness on his part. Second, after thinking he got his way, he stepped in the room, only to see by the lighting of the hallway Larxene seeing Axel walk off, she didn't even really seem to notice him as her eyes trailed on the redhead's back. As he headed closer to her, another shock was given to him, and this time, it was justified. The Savage Nymph was crying. Not fake, not to be pitied, not for anything due on purpose, but truthfully, crying. His eyes grew in surprise, for the first time his calm and nonchalant expression showing some other type of aura other than extreme self-confidence. He had never seen Larxene do any water works, let alone so openly, and for a second, he stared, still not being able to grasp it was truly occurring. His face blank, now switched to that of worried lover, he went to her in a relaxed manner, sitting down on the bed beside her as he lifted her up. Marluxia was startled to find her easily by will throw her arms around him, her head laying on his chest, but otherwise, calm. But he knew she was spilling countless tears right now. Not knowing what to think about this momentarily, he returned the embrace without any hesitation, his hand massaging her back tenderly in a comforting manner, as his face dug into the top of her hair. This all stunned him, never did he think he had to console a person such as Larxene.
OOC: Roxas isn't in the clock tower just yet (he's talking with Larxene, so you can portal to the kitchen or something), Axel and him just agreed to meet there when they were both down with what they had to do. Axel's eyes widened when he heard the rough and loud sounds of crushing and the tumbling of rocks, only for his vision to meet dust particles flowing with the wind as it spreaded around the area, many of them from the now wrecked bottom of the castle. He held his breath and placed his arm over his eyes to block the sudden spill, precisely waiting until he knew there was no more left as they travelled far up in the atmosphere. Fluttering his eyes a little cautiously, he dropped his arm as he shook his head and hair, dusting off his trench coat. He couldn't believe it, that Xaldin was going to go through with this. He would understand if it was a order and that this Organization did something wrong for them to go and destroy their home, but they had been simply calm so far, no plan of attack. The least they could do was not fully eradicate the home they live in. His eyes narrowing dangerously, he yelled at wherever that imbecile was, "Damn it, Xaldin, stop it!"
OOC: I have heard of Anne Rice, but no, I've never read her writing ^^;. Since it surprises me though, I like to know what threw you to that conclusion (like, are there any specific words, or depth? xP). And yeah, you're really good, in fact, I'm stunned that you said you weren't good in romantic scenes since in the beginning you were doing well, and I wouldn't have figured it out otherwise if you didn't tell me...I guess the writing just flows into your hands, as long as it would take for it do so xD. Though you look like you read a lot of books, right? And speaking about the sexo thing...roftl, since we are getting far into this, I wanted you to know first that I'm simply writing this because of the situation that they are in, meaning, that naturally, they would proceed further. My concern is that, since you're a part of it as well, I want to know how far exactly you want to go (though we'll definitely stop before the "chiki bom bom" This isn't rated M xD). I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with anything, so you can tell me, and I can switch it to another form, it doesn't matter to me either way (I'm trying to keep it...enigmatic and not to open). This isn't me writing a fanfic, is us two who are RPing the characters and I just want your opinion. Larxene was in her own sanctuary the moment Axel switched their places and she was at the bottom, and despite her dominance, she loved it. Her mind could not understand anything, her brain had short circuited, and all she could think about was the feelings and the passion...she felt drunk. Everything in her head was like a haze, and the only path she was able to take is what her body and soul wanted, and that was the man hovering above her. Oh no, Larxene did not mind letting him have his way with her, and she simply basked on what he was going to offer now that he was in control. Her hands ran down in feather like touches as he began kissing under ear, yet the moment he did, it was literally like her own lightning had struck her, and she was immobilized and numb for a moment at the agonizing pleasure that coursed through her bode like flowing stream, and she even let out a outrageous gasp of gladness for it. Funny, and unpredictable, how Axel had found her "spot" so fast. Under her ear... However, the rest of that initiation was overshadowed as he continued downward with his burning lips as he settled around her neck, to which she took glory in, until he in finality got rid of that black top to its home on the floor, her breasts free and open to him fully. It didn't take long for Axel to endeavor at what he wanted, and she moaned as his mouth took her bosom well, her free hand running through his red hair with her fingers feeling the soft, spiky strands, her head moving sideways and around as she took a big intake of breath. However, what took the bomb was when he oh so gracefully paid back the favor of her playful tendencies with his manhood. Her body was even shaking from expectation of the feel, and once it ignited as his fingers had her base, her head arched as her back went with it, letting out a mixture of a loud cry and groan, her arms spreading on top of the covers recklessly, her hands clenching into fists the cloth tightly in a iron grip, her whole nerves tensing, her hips trying to rock in opposition with his hand. HOLY. She was literally about to explode. All the while he didn't stop with his fired and much needed addictive kisses, down, feeling his tongue trail a passage, lingering on her abdomen as she kept moaning, gasping for breath when he kept his movements with his particular hand caressing her most sensitive area. When he traced his lips back up...her world already...damn, she didn't know how to explain the greatness of this. Her other groan was justified in crying his name, "Axel..." Oh, this was so good, she just wanted to tell him to take her already, she didn't know how long her body could withstand this amazing phenomenon, as her skin and inside were practically flamed, heated, hot, her whole being was like Axel put her truly on fire. Was this his first time? Because if it was, hell, she couldn't wait until he gained experience. It was when he kissed her lips once more, their mouths connecting, him sucking and nipping at them up to her chin, and then jaw, that she moved her head neck aside to give him more space, urging him for more. Larxene couldn't really concentrate with his hand doing his work, but her hands had let go of the sheets, yet shaking, and embraced him lovingly, her palms simply trickling down like rain on his back. Her strong legs made work of his pants by sliding them up and down roughly when she had a grip on his waist, pulling them to his feet for him to take off, and officially leaving him with his boxers. They were very near core now. Larxene wanted to see in amusement what color was his under garment and what pattern it had (were they flames?), though she knew her eyes, even if she opened them, wouldn't fully see it just yet, due to the dark and the distance. Taking his now pants-free bottom half, her hands simply slid under his body as they reached his hips, actually grabbing his thick member enclosed in her palm, and rubbing it and exploring, sliding up and down his to even the very tip in the most sensual way possible. She wasn't going to be the only one screaming. An eye for an eye, damn it.
I definitely prefer manga, because mostly, the true canon originated from there, and also gives you some insight, depth, and other characteristics and plots that the animé couldn't portray. Concerning animé, there are actually mangas that originate from true shows as well, but that is only a slight difference. It depends on what title, really. Animé is good for screen-on actions, voices, and movements... But I still prefer quantity over quality. Though manga themselves have a ton of quality. Besides, reading helps better xP.
Seriously. Is so boring, and simply a side annoyance, that I'm now wondering if Team Rocket has some mental bestiality disability concerning the damned yellow rat. Wait. Ignore that. Stated the obvious.
OOC: Yeah, I thought why not make his entrance this way? xP "Axel, Axel, Axel..." Marluxia repeated in total amusement as he repeated his name, the smirk not yet leaving. Sighing arrogantly, he knew someone was there with him, he had heard a voice before Axel had ever spoken to him, and now, it was even more suspicious because he didn't open the door. That was just simply a test. And the pyromaniac passed with flying colors. And there was no doubt in Marluxia's mind that the redhead was not alone. He wondered, if, figuratively, Larxene was there with him, how did the sudden closeness come about? If anything, he remembered clearly the looks Larxene had given him long before, which told him she might like him. And of course, he repaid her with giving her one flower each day, different types, and left neatly in her desk. As tough as Larxene was, she was still at female at...heart? Heh. He'll say soul. However, he had been predicting that she was straying away from him because of Axel for awhile, and despite the fact that there was a chance that she may not be with him, the thought annoyed him nevertheless. Time to play his trump card. "I'm sure she's not there, Axel, as I'll pretend I didn't hear you speaking to someone before me. Larxene, if you're there, could you at least say so?" The said Larxene somehow wished she could, to see if he left them, just for now, but she was currently voiceless, and therefore, when she said "I'm fine", it came out not even as a whisper, but a rasp. A complete silent rasp. People might've just done better reading her mouth. She let out a breath in disappointment, along with anger at her own worthlessness. Larxene even saw Axel give her a exasperated look when she eyed him in question of what he was going to decide, and she unintentionally felt like a inept baggage on his shoulders. Now she wondered if he didn't want her here anymore. It was at that thought that her eyes shifted to look at the bed covers, her face blank as she simply gazed at nothing except that, avoiding anything he might do. She didn't think Marluxia was going to leave unless he figures that she was honestly there, and even then, she wouldn't know what else he'll do. It was worst considering how much both Axel and Marluxia despised each other for some reason that was unknown to her, especially seeing how furious Axel was, so this night was slowly tumbling downhill already. Couldn't God just let her have this time for herself and Axel? That's all she asked for. Despite her past with Marluxia, she wanted time with who she had come to love, without ever meaning to, and the scythe wielder had her attention for more longer years, so it was Axel's turn. And she wanted it as well. While she might still hold some attraction to the man at the door, it didn't mean anything except admiration for his looks, and therefore, he needed to be gone. With the help of her hands and the lack of strength in her arms, she tried to sit up as her body shook, wincing slightly as a pain shot through her as her face grimaced from it, but she ignored it. She had to do something.
"A booth," Larxene replied instantly, finding it not only more comfortable, but more private. Her eyes kept looking around the restaurant, not really ever being in Applebee's before, in fact, she really did think this was the only international restaurant she hadn't eaten in it yet. So far, it smelled good though, and she hoped the food wouldn't take long. Her delicious contemplations about dessert were interrupted when the man asked them "if it was a booth, then?" after greeting them to Applebee's, smiling at both her and Axel to see if they agreed on the seating arrangement for two. Knowing that Axel wouldn't mind, and being who she is, she simply nodded for the both of them, "Yes. And is there one close to the window?" The man checked the list of available seats on the marked paper, and gave a firm nod. Telling him they'll take it, he simply politely asked them to follow him to escort them to their table, noticing that some people were giving her looks because of the blue sheet she had as a cloak and outfit. If only they knew...oh well. Nice way to make a fashion statement.
Zexion let the boulder run after them with a small smirk on his face. He was the jerk, but they were the ones who ignored him when they were talking and called him "Sexy Zexy". When he counted to about a minute, he simply blinked his eyes, and the boulder disappeared, as it was simply a illusion. While his illusions can become real, and they were, his mission wasn't for them to burn their lungs out by running, but more of a threat to watch what they say, as he wasn't for playful remarks. Kept going, and he'll probably send something else after them.
Zexion's eye twitched again, but he chose to ignore it as he frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly, keeping on walking. It seemed the girl had Demyx's immaturity as well. Still, with his mind concentrating, he summoned a huge boulder the right size for the hall, and it began to chase after the two in out of control rolling.
Apparently, that doesn't matter, and Larxene and other at Castle Oblvion are the ones who get the scrap for being cruel. Is because of his good looks and his KH2 development, along with his friendship with Roxas (which in turn, adds him to the list of yaoi fangirls). Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, some guys probably thought he was bad a**in CoM, but if he died there, he woud be just another member.
You're lucky you're holding back, because the overreaction was unneeded, and it seems you didn't understand. She said that if they were pixels, she wouldn't, but if they were somehow real (meaning human), and were his friends, or got to know them, she probably would. Let's see, if you see a person about to be hit by a car, you wouldn't susbconciously run to help him or her get out of the way? And yeah, I agree. Though the question itself is kind of odd, since why would anyone die for simple computer generated images, as hot as they are?
Zexion had for long gone from the two, seeing as they were having their own private chat, and he didn't even glance back when Demyx gave his departing words. He really had much better things to focus on. It seemed Axel and Larxene might not be the only future couple waiting to hook up, though he couldn't think of how Demyx could be with someone, considering who they are, and that they lived in a different world. The girl probably didn't even know that outside this snow fort was many places to explore, instead of simply "outer space". Now, to get back to Axel and Larxene. Nothing has happened just yet, but he could sense obvious dislike between Axel and Marluxia. Hmph.
OOC: Nice guess xP, though it was right there. It was either him or Zexion Marluxia simply smirked smugly as the venom in Axel's tone didn't pass him, even more to the fact that he heard him talking to somebody before he spoke to him. Now, who could that somebody be? Sounding calm as always, he didn't show the dislike in his voice, and expertly remained nonchalant to it all, "Such aggressiveness, Axel. I merely wanted to ask you if you've seen, Larxene? I want to speak to her, and she's nowhere to be found, and as I am her companion, I would be concerned. I need to know if she is alright." Of course, what he said was true, he had been worried, however, this was to get the redhead to go his way. "May I come in?" Larxene knew Marluxia was one of the few people she trusted, maybe the only one, as they had somehow bonded to that level. However, he had arrived at the wrong time, and she couldn't help, but be annoyed by it. Not only that, but her voice could not even make a sound to show her opinion or what to do in this situation, and she also couldn't strain her movements too much, so she was useless. She hated being useless. And while she can force herself to raise a limb, be met with a bone aching pain, she just wanted this moment with Axel to continue, give herself tonight just for awhile and enjoy what she longed for. It seemed that despite her somewhat regret on snapping at him for undressing her (though it was mostly his stupidty for keeping the reason why out in the first place), that wasn't the only thing that would disrupt their serenity in the hour. Sighing, she didn't know what to do, since Marluxia was actually concerned for her, which was unexpected of him, yet she wanted him to know that she was fine, instead of making him run around. As much fun and amusing as that would be to let Marluxia not know where she was, she didn't feel like cruelty at the moment. She'll get that thirst tomorrow. But Larxene didn't know what he'll do if he did come inside. She could confess that before Axel, she was kind of attracted to Marluxia, he was handsome and graceful, and had wanted and liked him for awhile. But it was something that left quickly (at least she thought so), because her true someone was right under her nose, and she spotted it. It was only up to Axel now, really, as he was the only one who could move, let alone talk, and her blue eyes stared at him inquisitively, waiting to see what he'll do. Zexion's eye twitched at the nickname, and he gritted his teeth, especially as it distracted him from the 'scent' of a love triangle brewing at the moment. "Good evening, Demyx." He had the manners to greet him politely, even when not in the mood, but he did answer him in his quiet tone. "Axel is busy with Larxene, is all. They didn't abandon you, they just got issues to work out. You did see how he walked out upset, didn't you?"
