Saïx had gone to sit in a chair as he followed where Vexen directed to get the objects and medicinal cream. Since there was a lone sink hidden, a dirty mirror on the top, he grabbed a nearby towel, and wet it, before starting to clean himself and the scratches, and the blood. Axel did really did do a number on him, and despite that he doesn't remember much from his Berserk mode, he knew that he was doing well, and he wondered what went wrong. And all this because of false feelings for Larxene. Pathetic. That female never crossed him as to appreciate anyone, and he didn't know why Axel had bothered to risk his life. Finishing up, his skin now cleaned, he threw the red tainted towel into the nearby trash can, and picked up a cream for burns first as he got back to his seat ominously. He watched as Vexen finished stitching Axel in the front, and cut the string as closest as possible to the skin. Though he raised a eyebrow when Vexen began to struggle to turn him around carefully. In a serene tone, he asked, "What, pray I tell, are you doing?" "I only closed the front part of the wound....now I need to stitch the back. If you don't remember, you pierced through him, Saïx." Vexen answered in a strangled voice, as he remained cautious when twisting the frozen body of Axel, not wanting to harm the damage he just fixed. Sighing as he successfully did it, he began to cut another string to begin with this one, the white bed sheets now stained with blood, yet the flow had stop due to his freezing prowess. Tendrils of dark mist still raised up, but they were becoming less, and that's what mattered for now. "It seems this one seems smaller, which is good. Time is of the essence...we still have to get him in that case...and see if nothing goes wrong after."
Well, coming from a fan here, I'd say they would reach equality, that is, if they were to date. And this also goes for friendship. Larxene does not seem to be so mean in CoM when concerning Axel, while she mocks and makes fun of the rest, other than Marluxia, Axel is one that she doesn't jab her cruel words at. They even worked together to ill-humor Vexen at his failure almost as if taking turns, not to mention they talk, and Axel seems to be very familiar with her...sadistic art, or toys. Either way, while Larxene is the dominatrix type, Axel is also one not to be boss around, especially when concerning her. Like if he pisses her off, and she starts a fight, he would gladly go head to head. If Axel says or does anything, Larxene can put him in his place. It goes around like that. And basically, I think if Larxene starst running her mouth at him, he will take it casually and more as amusing (like the scene where he mocks her for losing the battle, and then she goes off as Axel just watches with a smirk), though Larxene herself look like she can match with his wit. They both won't succumb to each other if one is trying the other to, it will be like competition mostly, I can say that much, and while some of their personalities are the same (arrogancy, confidence, domineering, etc.), there are also others that set them apart (Larxene is more naïve and playful I've noticed, cold and distant, while Axel is more "warm-hearted" inside, but also manipulative and has a conniving mind for schemes. He's a wild card, and even Lexaeus mentioned that you can never know what he's thinking) that can make it work. Seriously, as long as they have their reason for dating (caring, have "feelings", whatever), I see them together, constant bickering and bantering, but I can see xD. I actually think that Axel is one of the men that can seriously keep up with Larxene's attitude and actions, despite KH2 Axel (is a different event, and I'm sure inside there's the CoM mastermind hidden, it can't just go away, he just doesn't need to use it by this point). Also, I think Larxene has her own story on why she's the way she is, in my opinion, people aren't b*tchy just because they simply are, there's something behind it if you go in depth, but we never got to see said depth in the game about her (even villains have their own explanation on why they do what they do, and say what they say). And for some reason, I see their love/hate relationship take a humorous turn if done right as well...they just look the type for comedy entertainment. Anyway, back to the point, yeah, I'd say equal (that should have been in the poll).
OOC: Awww, okay. I'll continue with Vexen the doctor xP...later. I have to go for a little while too, actually.
"See you later!" Tifa yelled back, seeing him walk away until he turned a corner and disappeared. Sighing in bliss, she decided to grab something quick to eat in the cafeteria before going to her own dorm to get ready, and turning around, she walkd down a hall as she walked down a few stairs to the basement, glancing at the broach briefly, and thinking of how it would match with her dress.
OOC: I think they have a fire member already... Xangel. Though I don't know if you could, so we wait for CG. Saïx had portalled to Vexen's lab to find the scientist clearing out a mass of papers and objects, revealing a thin hospital bed among the pile. He watched boredly as Vexen simply snarled, and just threw the rest on the floor, muttering something about not being important anyway. Staring at Axel's dying form, a few dark tendrils passing his face, he noticed that Vexen's floor was getting drops of blood, and he knew the scientist wouldn't be pleased with all this. Seeing Vexen motion him to put him in the bed, he did so, placing the body in the white sheet matress, which would not be white after this. Calmly, he asked, "What is it that youre planning to do?" Vexen sighed, as he took some things out of a cupboard, a stitching needle, along with a roll of durable string. He was good at this, and with his expertise, it will be done in a few minutes, after all, they couldn't have the wound still open before he placed Axel in that case, and it was lucky that he wasn't conscious to feel it either, making it easy. Coming back to the bed, he replied to Saïx quickly, "I will stitch him up, then place him in a machine that I just recently invented, that looks like a coffin, ironically enough. The risky thing is that it has not been tested for any bugs or malfunctions, and I don't know if it would work,l or if something happens might take Axel with it. I've put all my research on it and made it carefully, took so long, so I hope it succeeds." "So while trying to save Number VIII, you're using him as a guinea pig as well," Saïx just simply broke down easily, raising a eyebrow as Vexen stiffened. "Well...I wouldn't put it so...bluntly, you know. Is his only chance anyway," Vexen countered a bit nervously, as he focused now on the the flesh before him. Putting both his hands to float above Axel's chest, a thin layer of ice appear on it, before it started to spread out quickly, on his arms, to his legs, his face, until all of Axel's skin appeared like a very white blue. It was to stop the blood flow for now, and perhaps lessen the fading. Vexen then took the time to take out his black gloves, and replace them with some white medical rubber ones that he tool out, and went back to the body. Pulling his ruined black shirt to reveal the wound, grabbing white towel on his side and taking away some of the blood still there, to make it better to see when doing his work, he carefully undid the string, and began working on placing it in the needle, while saying to Saïx, "You don't look healthy yourself. You look weak, you're just as bloody with slashes and your skin is a dark red in some parts, and the front part of your cloak is torn to show dried red liquid. Plus, it looks like you're burned. There are antibiotics to your left that will heal you quickly, if you want to...you're not as worse off as he is...though I'm surprised he kept up with you..." As he was done, he successfully got the string tied and ready, and moving the length away from his elbow, he began to point it closely to the skin, steady and searching quickly on closing it.
OOC: I think I'm gonna talk it out anyway, I feel bad...xP Tifa stayed in his embrace for a little while, just enjoying him with her eyes closed. She didn't know how long until she broke away, but the fact that it was getting late, and she needed to prepare for the dance was nagging at the back of her mind. Looking at him joyfully, she clasped the broach that was in her hand tight. "I know...I think I should go and get ready for you."
Vexen sighed irritably when everyone's faces went skeptical when the black haired female suggested to carry him. And now, Roxas was willing, but he didn't think his figure could do it, and frustrated that this was taking so long, he exclaimed, "Blood be damned! Would somebody just freaking carry him?!" Growling in aggravation, he began to portal away to get away and to prepare. "I'm going to set things up...just carry the dying guy..." And with that, he headed to the lab. Saix sighed from the whole subject, as he made his claymore disappear, which was still in his hands, and went forward to Axel's unconscious body, bending down to pick him up as a final decision. He was already a bit bloody himself from Axel's attacks, and burned, so he fearlessly and blankly shoved his hands under him in his back, feeling even with his gloves the scratches he gave him when he slammed his weapon in the back, and lifted him up carefully, carrying him bridal style as a few droplets of more blood splattered to the already wet floor. With a blank tone, he said, "I'll take him, Number XIII, I got him to this state, didn't I? You can come with me...Roxas, if you wish to, since you're the only one who has a right. Somebody get a lower Nobody or whatever to clean up this mess before the Superior sees. That's another thing, everyone will remain shut. As far as we know, this never happened until we see if Number VIII makes it. Everyone else do what you want as Vexen takes care of this promptly, unless you want to watch, which I don't think the ice master might appreciate. The other Organization members...don't know why you bother to 'worry' for him, but is best you leave as well." With that, darkness surrounded both Nobodies as they transported out.
OOC: Lol. Well, I'm not a rabid fan like most xP. Even if Cloud did love Aerth (which I believe he did), is not like he can marry the dead, unless he stays single and passes Tifa off xD. Oh yeah, FinalForm, I've been meaning to tell that you can't be in this RP no more. But don't kill me, okay? ^^;. It was a mod that granted me that (I don't want to disagree you know...) since it seems as one of us reported you, don't know, wouldn't say. DON'T WORRY. You're not banned, you just can't RP in this thread, is all. I'm really sorry...:o I hated being the creator sometimes...:/. Ignoring Aerith at the moment, Tifa smiled at Cloud, a bit relieved and happy that he was willing to wait for her, despite him perhaps not wanting to. Giving him a hug again, she lightly kissed his jaw, glad that he was with her, and they can leave their old break-up in the past. "Thank you for understanding. I love you..."
"We got Number XI's opinion, and everyone else's, and mine is to do it. He's dying, and even though there's a risk that the chance might not work, he will die in the end as well. Same fate. Might as well take the idea, can't say we didn't try..." he shared to all, looking at the now loss carcass of Axel. Vexen had heard Marluxia's remark even though he stayed silent, and shook his head mentallly, the man simply not getting that Axel's death might break Larxene apart. Not to mention the way he spoke, about how he doesn't want any of their members to go at a time of need, almost like superiority. Now Roxas was here, along with a few memers of their rival Organization, though he didn't get why they cared. Either way, he nodded absentmindedly at Xangel's words from before, and at the rest. "Yes, but freezing is only a part of it. He is fading and dying, and all freezing would do is slow that process down and reserve him for awhile. To actually make him live, there is more to it, though I can't explain it right now. And if you're going to try and heal him, it won't work. Once he starts to fade, not even that could help. Anyway, if we are going to help him...I'm not carrying him to my lab." He went back to look at Axel, the floor now filling vastly with his blood, and that was another hindrance, the loss of the liquid. Vexen watched as Axel's eyes on his now white face finally closed, though he got startled when his body gently fell to the floor, as he went unconscious, and there was no Will to keep it sitting. The black swirl of dust coming from him was now getting more apparent, and from different places. They wasted too much time. "Anyone for the job?"
Axel just heard the conversations as they flowed absently through his ear and out the other, getting used to the throbbing and numbing pain at his side. It didn't make it hurt less, but he knew how it coursed throughout his body enough for it not to bother as much as it did before, the worse, the actual stabbing and taking it out, was over. Yet, he felt life draining out of him, very slowly, his energy was slipping away, and so was his conscious. His vision was blurry, and all he could really see to tell the difference from the people around him was the color of their hair. He couldn't find the strength to move or speak, or tilt his head, and feeling your hand wet from your own blood wasn't comforting...how much was he bleeding? Or how much had he lost by now? All he took notice of was the word puddle... He was aware right now that his breathing was slowing down, and it was harder for his lungs to keep up, and it was cold...really cold. Axel saw that his eyes were drooping close from heaviness, not that he could stop them from closing anyway, he couldn't even do that. He really didn't want to go...he honestly didn't want to leave yet, or have all the people he disliked and hated above him and talking...he didn't want those to be the last he sees. Like Roxas...he wanted to see Roxas, though it was better the kid didn't look him like this, Axel knew he didn't appear very presentable...but he wanted him here. He would never see his best friend again, and they haven't even talked or hung out together for such a long time...and that's how they were going to end their friendship? No...and then Larxene...he wished he could smile when he remembered how he had sneaked into bathroom and gazed at her in the shower...maybe it was nice that he last experienced her all before he never saw her again. He wasn't going to leave satisfied though....the last real kiss they had was at the beach, and that didn't end well, and he had left her angry...he hadn't even told her he loved her again to remind her....it was no more touches, no more kisses...no more her...he wanted to apologize for leaving her behind. His eyes now shut by their own accord, obscuring him from any sight, but the dark. The dark...he was going to fade back into darkness. His mind and senses were evacuating, and coherent thoughts weren't even possible any more as he was heading to his own death...and everything was blank as his conscious enveloped to the darkness calling, though Axel didn't welcome it even when he was about to faint. I don't want to die...
Saïx simply glared at Marluxia, though it wasn't surprising to find that they weren't really bothered by Axel's near death. It wasn't like they could feel pity or sympathy, after all, except Vexen was looking worried, for whatever reason. Axel asked for this, and as promised, Xemnas would never know and Larxene will go on. "Are you a simple baffoon, Number XI? Do you think that Number VIII will sacrifice himself for the hell of it? The taboo that I mentioned was none other than the fact that Number XII and himself were having a romantic relationship, and that they fell in 'love'. They were keeping it a secret, yet Number VI (Zexion) knew very well. In my opinion, they were both simply deluding themselves thinking they can have emotions...though I do not expect for...Axel...to go this far into the false feeling..." "I knew, Zexion knew, Saïx somehow found out which is bad, and the Superior must not know of this. Zexion had been keeping a eye of their...doings, to make it obscure, and it ended like this it seemed..." Vexen finished for him once more, his eyes not leaving Axel's form. The male was still breathing, and he was starting to fade, but it wouldn't be too late yet. Though...will they really just leave him when he had a chance to be saved? He had to move back as a trail of blood was now comign to his feet, and that made throat constrict. This was too much to see, honestly, and he again noticed a slight wisp of darkness go out of the redhead. "There's still a chance that he can survive, if any of you want to know. I have a solution, a very risky 50/50 that might go wrong, yet he can't be healed any more as he is very slowly starting to fade. Of course, is a matter of whether we should take it...I do wonder about Larxene's reaction when she finds out..."
OOC: Axel is not in a towel xD. That would be great <3, though really he's wearing his uniform except his cloak (but left the black tank top on) and gloves. And I know you won't read the long paragraphs, so Saïx was turning back to normal. He already is actually. Saïx ignored Marluxia's and Zexion's ramblings about Larxene and whatnot as he gazed down at the battered and wounded Axel in the floor, the light in his eyes fading ever so every second that passed, finally getting out of his Berserker mode and composing himself. If the Superior commanded the fight to be stopped, it was...in the sacrifice of another, it was too late, and his Berserker stage did its crime. Usually, this wouldn't have affected him, but the fact that Axel might fade was progressing rapidly, and he wondered what would happen when Xemnas found out. Hearing their words, he merely muttered to Zexion lowly, "Might as well tell him the truth....I don't think it would matter anymore...the reason of the fight was because of a taboo Number VIII committed with Larxene, I found out, and it had to be dealt with. Axel made a deal when I confronted him. It was that if I win, he would do what I asked of him and stop seeing Number XII, and that what they had will remain hidden, and that I wouldn't report to Master Xemnas since they would follow my orders. If he died in the process, it will still remain in darkness, to be sure Number XII wouldn't go the path of death and still live, though without him there. If he had won...I would leave them both alone and keep it a secret..." "So...if Axel died, the Superior will never know, and Larxene wouldn't follow the same end after...or be turned into a dusk," Vexen concluded as he had gotten there a while before, studying Axel, the puddle of blood consequently gotten bigger as the gash in the stomach was kept open. It was quite saddening, Vexen had to admit, that the usual active pyromaniac was reduced to this and losing his life, after two spikes were plunged into him, so he was also in terrible pain. Though he almost gasped in surprise, as he saw a tiny, very small, but there, wisp of darkness flow into the air... Was...he fading...?
OOC: I guess, done before. Axel's still stuck in time, and Rei already did her dirty deed, though you can't know Nymph xD. They were at the mall buying Angel a dress, and now they're back, and that's it... Tifa sighed as Rei finally showed up, giving her a playful a slap on the arm for being late, and all of them made their way to her car, her hands interlcoked with Cloud's, and the other holding her brand new broach. It was needless to say that she was in a good mood, and despite the car ride being quiet other than the few conversation here and there, when they were walking to the front entrance, she was practically wanting to skip. Though, after they get inside, she had to get ready, they wasted enough time by going to the mall. She gazed at Cloud intently, as she whispered. "Are you really looking forward to this dance? I mean..."It was then she smirked. "Or what happens after?...to be honest, I don't know if I'm ready, but if not do it, then I'll deifnitely be giving something at least..."
OOC: Axel just got stabbed by Saïx's spiky side if his claymore and Zexion thinks is not drastic yet? xD And since I want to do it from both fighters' point of views... As Berserk Saïx saw that his opponent was pinned to the wall by his weapon, and not in any way moving, the monster inside began to slowly calm down, knowing that what he wanted to do was over. From a person's point of view, his scar was slowly regressing to its normal size, while his glowing eyes began to diminish, making Saïx blink as the glazed vision of his golden orbs started to clear. With his mind getting unclouded each minute, he could barely hear Vexen's horrified yelled of his name, and setting his attention on the red that was Axel, he almost widened his eyes, as he never can really be particularly shock anyway. However, Axel's hair wasn't the only thing crinsom. His body was a tad better with the slashes from his claymore, a few blood covering most of his skin, but what he saw almost dizzily was where the spiked right side of his tool dwelled, cut inside Axel's stomach, and trapping him to the wall as his face was pale, his body shivering slightly, and his expression blank, as if he was frozen. The only indication that showed he was in horryfing pain was his green eyes, which were in turmoil and grief. As he was returning to normal and his senses got in control, he studied the huge patch of a red gash where the two of the points were speared through him, blood flowing without stop, dirtying his shirt and pants as it travelled down, dripping like rain into the ground, making a puddle there that was getting bigger by the second. Saïx didn't feel or cannot think of anything, as he was expecting this to happen, and had prepared himself beforehand, Axel had known he might win, or more predictably lose, and he placed his nonexistant life on the line, and this was the result. Fool... Shaking his head weakly, his body tired from the energy spent, he carefully with a fast tug, pulled it from Axel's flesh a gushing sound was heard, earning another quiet cry from the young man. Saïx watch, almost in sympathy as the support that was keeping him up retreated, and eyed as his body slowly slid down the wall until he reached the floor, in a sitting position as his hands landed in his lap motionless. A trail of blood tainted the otherwise white wall from when he slithered downward. Axel didn't have his chakrams, which must have disappeared when the impact happened, and he diminished his protective shields on the room, allowing entry. "Forget the enemy now, she's weak from my attack. Are you blind?! Didn't you see what happened? Saïx actually plunged his spikes in Axel's stomach, and he's bleeding profoundly. He might..." Vexen trailed off the last comment as it dawned on him that Axel, could in fact, die from this, or rather, fade. His body was already out of breath from the constant fighting, and now to have that wound....there was only so much someone could take. But they needed Axel, with the rival Organization, they couldn't risk to lose a member, he remembered that's why he showed up. Though...he didn't care much for Axel, and to see him permanently go was a blessing..and if anything, he can be replaceable, after all...there was Xangel. He had been leaning his hand on the invisible force field [as he thought, and almost feel over when it went, making him stumble. Regaining composure, he noted that Axel was now slumped in the floor as Saïx took out his weapon.
Tifa squealed as she took he rpresent in her hand delicately and studied its interior, the decoration and art, a sapphire stabbed right there in the middle like a rose, and little lines of blue spraying like a sun's rays, with diamonds all over to fill the spaces around. The gold it was made was shape like the stem of a flower, swirled, and...it really matched with her dress. It wasn't the exact color, but it was blue, and as long as its the shade it was fine. She stared at Cloud with thankful and appreciative eyes, feeling them fill up with water, as she wrapped her arms around him again, this time in a deep hug as she held him tight, giving him a deep kiss on his lips. Breaking it off, she smiled sweetly. "Is more than okay. Thank you...thank you so much...I'll wear it for the dance with my dress."
OOC: Let me see...for Axel just read the one on this page. Vexen hit Reixa with a ice attack on her wrist after he went to see the fight when Xangel told him, but the ice started to spread. He stopped it now, and ordered Xangel (who doesn't remember Reixa while she wondered why Xangel doesn't) to warm her up. Don't know if she's gonna die or not, depending on chula. As for Larxene:
It's yaoi girls fantasy, no matter what "reasons" they could come up with. I don't mind any yaoi, but is when they actuallly show the attraction, or it was obvious they might get together and do, that's actually written to be that way, like Touya and Yukito from Card Captor Sakura. THAT'S a true yaio couple. Not these pairings where best friends get turned into homos and are thrown together because they look cute or hot. This is why men are so ashamed of showing their feelings or emotions, other than pride and superiority, because people will call them gay. Serously, at least SoRiku and AkuRoku, as much as I dislke them, have background (best friends, talk, have fun together, hang out) , but Zemyx has nothiNg, not even interaction. And as much as their personalities differ, they haven't interacted in anything canon. AT ALL. I bet most of the Zemyx fics have the chararacters OOC in sme way. Hell, Zexion was irritated with Xigbar when he was being all jovial in that scene in FM+, and the Cloaked Schemer glared at the hand he placed on his shoulder. If Zexion can't handle any of Xigbar's fun or happy actions, then Demyx is far, FAR, off, no matter how you write it or see it. That's prove right there that it will never work if in-game.
"You got me a broach?" Tifa questioned as she grinned excited, gazing at Cloud with wide eyes, and lovingly. Even though Aerith just ruined it, the surprise was present in her body, not expecting Cloud to do such a sweet thing, at least, he didn't seem to be the romantic type. Clapping happily, she gave him a glomp, embracing him in her arms. She stared up at him. "Don't wory about, the shock is still there...show it to me?"
OOC: Addled Impasse is where you fight Saïx. And NOOOOOO, I missed it!! T-T. Damn cousins!!
It was silent after Roxas had said his thanks, but it wasn't a uncomfortable silence as it may be. It was more calm, serene, and Axel enjoyed as his mind reeled. It was obvious Roxas was becoming more and more interested in searching his meaning, and he remembered from before him mentioning something about the Organization usefulness for him, as well as they try to hide information, and Axel almost winced when he said that perhaps the group itself was...corrupted. He had told him he was being paranoid to hopefully stop him from thinking anymore along those lines, but he wasn't certain whether it worked. Seemed not. Groaning, he brushed the contemplations off, not wanting to think on it now, but it went to what to do when they get back to the Castle That Never Was. It was the a devious smirk made its way into his face, and he gazed at Roxas who was lost in thought. Interrupting, he said. "Hey, Rox. I think I have a idea to have some fun." Roxa blinked warily, snapping out of his thoughts, and stared at Axel with a suspicious and sketical look. Whatever idea it was, coming from Axel, it was bound to get them in some kind of trouble. "And what kind of fun are you thinking of? Nothing that will endanger my nonexistant life, by the way." Chuckling, Axel scooched forward for not to hit his head with tha railings of the fence, and when sliding, he quickly got up, dusting off his cloak back and forth, and searching for grass stains. Not that it was visible. Shrugging, he glanced at Roxas with a wild grin. "It won't endanger us in any way. Just let's head back to the castle, and follow me from there. The idea isn't now, but later."
