Namine smiled sweetly as Roxas said the magic words. I love you. It never got old for the girl. "I love you too, Roxas." She blushed. Roxas was the brightest star in her life and whenever she was with him she felt more confident than ever before.
I thought what I said to Mandy was a little cruel, nay? But that is how I reacted.
Well now I'm mad >.>
Hmm.. I edited my post just as a heads up.
Why did you just rage
OoC:// Raging much? BiC:// Marluxia watch the translucent stags. For the most part the nobodies worked together though at times he took note of La Vie fighting each other. It didn't worry him. Marluxia looked up at the sky as he lay on the bench. The weather didn't really change in heaven. There was night and day. He wondered why it wouldn't change according to mood or if you simply wanted it to snow or rain or shine. For now it was sunny as far as he could tell. Namine stayed near Roxas like a love-sick puppy. Though she was quiet and did feel guilty at times for never having a lot to talk about Namine loved staying around Roxas. Namine looked around as some of the Organization asked about Marluxia. He was just here a second ago... Namine still held a small grudge that never showed against Marluxia. Namine looked at Larxene and then directed her attention back to Roxas. She had a small smile on her face as she enjoyed leaning against him.
If I'm not mistaken they're also e-mailing their government and trying to get North Korea to really hate Bieber.
He moved. She knew she should've thought it through. With every passing second she hated Xigbar a little bit more. The mountain lion lost her footing as she met the other side of the portal. With a growl she landed on her side. Disoriented for a moment she stayed motionless on the ground. Xioimara opened her eyes and quickly got to her feet. Marluxia and Xemnas were there. "What the hell is your problem?" Xioimara demanded as she glared at Xemnas.
The mountain lion ignored Xigbar's threats. She could've sworn he was a better liar. He opened a portal. She had second thoughts about attacking. If he had the portal open, she could just push him through it? Yes, she could imagine herself bolting forward, pouncing and simply kicking him through the portal. Xioimara needed to elaborate more. There was no time to think. He had spotted her and she had to move fast to avoid damage. No time. No time. No time. In an instant she decided with her half planned action. She lunged forward towards Xigbar's form with her only aim to kick him into the portal and run.
Xioimara snarled as she could faintly here Xigbar trying to challenge her. She turned back headed towards Xigbar. Instead of following the road however, she stayed hidden in the rocks. She loved having a tan coat that blended with almost all of the terrain. She was in no rush to fight though she did make prideful and strong strides as she could start to make out Xigbar and barely Onida's outline. Xioimara pulled her lips and whiskers back but didn't make a sound. Stalking was the key to surprise. She started away from the rocky hill, it was starting to hurt her paws. Xioimara tried to stay in the tallest parts of the dead elephant grass as she neared her enemy. True, she didn't want to attack Xigbar. The more she thought about it the more she didn't want to attack him. Then again, the more she thought about it the more she remembered she hated the Organization. The more she remembered she was really just an animal. She preferred being left on the side of the road than having to go back to the Superior. Of whom would probably just leave her on the side of the road anyways. Her thoughts of any guilt started to disappear the more she neared in on Xigbar. Their friendship was the past. The past is time. Time is made up. Their friendship didn't exist to Xioimara anymore. Only the future and even if that meant having to attack or kill Xigbar.
Marluxia felt a little more relaxed being away from the Organization. Too bad the whole till death do us part line didn't apply to them. He doubted they would even notice if he was missing in the fight. Unless the team needed to rely on him for something. In that case, well, they could deal with it. It was just one fight of the many to come. Two La Vie gracefully strode through the garden. While their primary use was for fighting or being a messenger; their earth abilities helped allow them to check the health of other plant life.
"We located her tracks at the canyon where the army is also residing." Marluxia hoped the Superior wouldn't get angry about him leaving Xigbar alone. "Number II is currently tracking down Xioimara. I told him I would catch up." The Assassin added before any word about it could be said. Xioimara's rolled her eyes as she heard the girl call her. There was a sense of urgency in her voice. Xioimara rushed to go meet up with Onida. As she neared, Xioimara slowed down. A familiar figure was in the distance near the girl. Xioimara squinted, she recognized the cloak quickly and the scar on the side of the mans face. She backed up with a small gasp and turned to get the Hell out of there as soon as possible. Xioimara looked back as the figure got smaller and smaller. She doubted Xigbar would hurt Onida. As long as she acted clueless anyways. The only flaw in Onida getting away unscathed is that she had already shouted Xioimara's name. Xioimara darted off her path towards more rocky and higher ground. She had second thoughts about continuing her run from Xigbar and instead to go back and help Onida. God forbid he did hurt her.
Near San Fran. ^_^ August 1st I'm moving.
God I love 4chan.
Marluxia entered Xemnas' office. He seemed slightly annoyed at the interruption. "I believe I have good reason for the Organization to move out." Marluxia started, "Not too far from here an army lot is." He said. "Not too big. Only about 50 but if we did get rid of them there will probably send an even bigger troop after us. What do you suggest we do?" Xioimara awoke to a thudding sound. She hadn't slept well at all. The constant sounds of coyotes whimpering, or wind waking her up. A thudding pain coursed through her skull. Xioimara groaned and looked up. The sun was rising. She jumped out of the tree and stalked over to the rock. She paid little mind to the fact that the girl was crying. Xioimara's training during the Armenian ethnic cleansing had left her a tad emotionless towards pity. "I'm heading out. If anyone asks you if you've seen me, you saw nothing. Ok?"
OoC://Accepted.
OoC:// Yes. It's a ghost town they live in at the moment. BiC:// Xioimara paused her steps for a moment as Onida urged her to answer the question. Xioimara simply put her ears back, "You shouldn't be so open about what you are." Xioimara said, "You can sleep under the rock." She nodded towards the shelter. A tree wasn't too far from the rock. Mountain lions weren't much of tree cats unlike their not so distant relative, the Jaguar. Xioimara jumped into the tree quite gracefully and clawed onto one of its thick branches to keep hold. She laid down on the branch with her head resting on her paw. The sun was coming up soon. Marluxia arrived back at their camp. He dismounted his horse and hitched it to one of the rails by the pen. He walked hurriedly towards the Superior's office and knocked on the door. "They aren't doing anything to us though. I don't think they will either." Bill sighed. "Goodnight to you as well." He headed off to his tent. Their beds weren't much. A blanket laid on the ground and a pillow. He laid down and looked up. Bill had a pretty rough idea that he wouldn't be able to kill someone if he had to. 'Aren't some of these refugees children?' He pondered all the questions until he fell asleep.
Marluxia paid no mind to all the senseless videos. But he did notice it was pre-occupying them. He slowly started away until he managed to make his way away from the meeting room. He had better ideas in mind than reading. He walked briskly before anyone could notice that he left. He neared a garden that he had been working on ever since he died. It was a pretty big garden, colourful, and relaxing. Gardening was one of his favorite activities. A bench was in the middle of the garden with a radio next to it. Marluxia pressed play on the radio. He turned on music for his plants a lot of the time. It was mostly the same thing though. Beethoven. The Graceful Assassin took his spot on a bench. He laid down on it and closed his eyes as he absorbed the silence of any people and the sound of Beethoven's symphony 9.
"Hmm..." Marluxia paused as his name was called by Axel. "I suppose you just notice more of your surroundings when you have emotions." He stopped leaning on the wall and went over to join his team. Hopefully, Larxene wouldn't continue with the conversation as he didn't have much to say about it.
Marluxia shut his eyes for a moment and sighed. He looked up at Larxene calmly. "What?" He asked politely. His blue eyes focused on Larxene as he awaited an answer. It's not that being looked at annoyed him. It just bothered him. After his death and the feeling of emotions came back he still had the same calm and bold personality but felt a lot more awkward around people. Even around the Organization.
