"Then come get it!" Tifa yelled back, swimming even farther, so she reached the other side of the edge of the pool, which was a large width. Nothing wanting to stop there, she swam forward on the side, to reach one of the ends of the pool. "Cloud, you're so slow!"
OOC: Sorry I took long. I was arguing with my friend on AIM *huffs*. Geez... "No," Tifa answered with a smirk, as she caught him in a strong headlock, and drag them both underwater, only for her to use his head as support, and dunk him deeper so he'll be close to the bottom. From there, Tifa took her chance and swam away fast, this time, going farther. Didn't he know she had been in the swimming team before she quit? Axel, needing to breath, propelled himself upward, and started to swim to the surface quickly, his lungs wanting air. He gasped as he reached the top, sprouting his head out, and taking some water off his face with his hand while keeping afloat. He shook his head, and his spiky red hair turned back to normal slowly, and dry. Swimming to the edge of the pool, he held on to it, what Marluxia told him still in his head. So Larxene is going to the dance with him, and he kissed her, but...now what? Was she really lying to throw him off? Did he really pop up in her mind, or was it a excuse? And why...did that struck harder than it should have? He absentmindedly watch Tifa playing with her boyfriend, lost in thought. What was wrong with him?
"Yep!" Tifa yelled excited, as she got out of Cloud's arm, and began to swim away, very skillfully, by the way. She gave a wave at Demyx as she got farther. "Hey, Demyx!" Then she gave a wink to Cloud as she swam faster from him, "Catch me if you can, smallbutt." Sighing, Axel took of his black shirt, deciding that to take his mind away from what he had just been told, he needed to release it by forgetting about it. For now. Even though it didn't feel like swimming, it was better to do a activity then stay there and ponder about what he was lost on. Running to the huge pool holding his breath, he jumped up, and dive into it like a professional, though he wasn't really, splashing Demyx with water as he dashed under it. Once the force of it pulling down stopped, he swam around the bottom, calmly floating.
"Hope you live happily ever after!" Axel exclaimed after him sarcastically, scoffing his singing and dancing. That wasn't normal. He just eyed him, watching his back from his postion laying down, before sitting up right, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. His mood for a swim was now ruined, and now he was more confused than ever. No wonder she was protecting Marluxia that way when he st his hair on fire back then, but..then why did she say she thought of him and blushed, like hell, too. Ugh. Women. He shouldn't care anyway.
The way the news struck Axel left him amazed, yet in a state of shock. He just gazed at Marluxia for a minute, his face blank, but his mind and body were reeling. Snapping out of it, he simply muttered, "Oh..." Oh well, they did kind of...make a cute couple, he guessed. Okay, not really in his opinion, but it wasn't like it was surprsing. He was a Prep, she was a Prep, she needed a date, and...he was there. So...did she lied to him when she said he kept popping in he rmind? He gave a nod to Marluxia. "That's nice...."
OOC: Honestly, I don't know... Axel just merely froze as Marluxia embraced him, feeling a sudden shudder of disgust rush through him. He hated, when males randomly hugged him for no reason. I mean, what the f*ck? Shoving the the guy off, he gave him a slight glare, his hands brsuhing off his shirt. "Don't. Ever. Hug. me. Again. Why the hell did you anyway?" Tifa kissed him back, tenderly, and with a passion she was still posessing over him. She flowed her arms around his waist, feeling his abs in delight, and placed him tighter to her.
OOC: Hey, don't get too far *raises eyebrow* xD Seriously though. Tifa face went completely red as she felt Cloud's arms around, and when she moved, she had to held in a squeal at what she...felt. So Axel was right, in a way. Turnign around, or rather, swimming her way around to face him, her hair wet, she smiled at him, and traced her fingers over his bare toned chest teasingly, and she giggled. "I'm glad you love it..." Axel had turned away by then, leaving them to there privacy, a smuch as they could get, and went back to the bleachers, sitting down pensively. Laying down on the surface, he rested there, his eyes to the high ceiling. For some reason, he couldn't get Larxene of his mind now, after what she had said. Why? He wanted to know why she thought of him, and if it was what he suspected. Then again, she seemed close to Marluxia as she did protect him.
Tifa creased her eyebrows, hurt, as she saw Cloud dive into the pool, and sat back down sadly, dread filling her stomach. She looked over at Axel, who was gaping like a idiot, and said, hoping he could snap out of it, "He didn't like it...." Axel was indeed, busy eyeing her up and down, from her big bust to her flat tomach and curves, and down to her long legs. Knowing he was close to geting a "hard-on" himself, he looked away, shaking his head. Damn male hormones. Hearing her words though, he stared up at her, though only to her face. "If Cloud didn't like it, he must be incredibly, pathetically, a homo. It wasn't that he didn't like it, I spotted him getting...uh, just trust me when I say that he liked it. A lot. Like, wow, alot. Just go to the pool with him, you'll see." "You sure?" Tifa replied uncertainly at him, and almost gasped as Axel stood up, grabbed her, and lifted her to carry her bridal style as he went walking to the pool. Knowing what he was about to do, she struggled to get out of his grip, "AXEL! Don't you DARE-" Too late. She squealed as her body hit the water as he threw her in, going under, though thankfully, it was quiet warm, cold, but not too much.
"I'm telling you, always the quiet ones..." Axel muttered to himself quietly, and walked over to one of the bleachers in pool room, where everyone sat to watch the competitions. He looked at Tifa who was following to put her towel there, and he smirked as she came next to him, blushing, it seems, at Cloud's words, "So, which bikini?" Tifa felt her cheeks burn even more brighter, and barely squeaked, "Black...for listening to you..." Axel had to hold in his guffaw as the color left her mouth, and his body was shaking to held in laughter. Hah. He knew it she would wear that for Cloud's sake, girls were sometimes predictable, really. But now he had to be careful not to get turned on either, but he playfully chanted, whispering, "Take it off, take it off, take it off..." "Shut up!" Tifa hissed to him, before getting up reluctantly and started to remove her shirt slightly. She was actually quite nervous to do this, and she looked down away from Cloud. Just breathe, Tifa, and do it. And she did, she pulled her shirt off, closing her eyes, and then proceeded to discard her shorts. All she heard was Axel's intake of breath and his 'Daaaaaayum...'. Her arms covered around her waist in embarrassment.
Larxene was just scoffing at his remark when she also had heard slight, clock ticking, and she halted, alarmed, though her face remained passive. She noted how Zexion had tensed, and it was obvious the sound wasn't anywhere near a normal clock. But before she could do anything, she felt herself being picked by Zexion, and taken away, running. It wasn't long until she heard the explosion, the breeze of the force and the fire, and ducked her head on his shoulder by reflex. When they were out of harms way, she sighed irritably at him pointing out the obvious, "Wow, who could've guessed that? Hmm...and put me down, I can take care of myself."
"Well, I can't think of anything that can work," Vexen ended exasparated, already getting quite the headache from all this. "If they do sexual intercourse, we can't stop them now, so if it happens, it does, and I suggest, unless you're interested, to halt 'sensing' them when they hit that mark. And I do think you're starting to think too far into this, Zexion. I would say leave them alone for the while, I don't think them deluding themselves will affect the rest of us. I warned you, didn't I warned you? Only the beginning, was what I said, and look, now I don't think it can be fixed. Those two had always seem to have a attraction to each other, so what happened was to be expected, which was why I was so serious on the subject." He didn't know how much time had passed by as they kept kissing, how long Larxene had zipped down his cloak open, and when had they gotten rid of their boots and all that went with it on the clear white floor, and back to exploring each other's mouth again. It was like a unrelenting passion that felt like it was held on for too many years. Their hands and now feet were bare, Larxene had only her pants and tank top left, while Axel was the same, except his black robe was still clung to him. But not for long. Keeping their lips intact, Axel gracefully rose fluidly, sitting upright with Larxene flowing with his movements, still straddled to him and on his lap as they kissed, rubbing her thighs. Shrugging of the cloak with his shoulders as he concentrated on her sweet mouth, using his arms and hands behind him to take the tight sleeves off. Once he achieved it, he roughly threw the black material off the bed and into the ground along with the rest of their abandoned clothes and shoes, leaving him with his black tank top. Now they were even, and gripping his arms on her sides back again, he went back down, sending her with him as his back hit the mattress softly, both their chests stroking at the end. "Larxene..." Axel called against her mouth, ending up as pleasurable moan with her name, though it wasn't his intention.
Larxene trailed behind him, rolling her eyes to the side at his all business demeanor, and pouted. Well, he was no fun now. Her eyes searched around as she stepped into the hallway with him, and halted them at Zexion abruptly. "Where exactly, are you taking me? Can't you just transport me there like you did to Roxas?" She didn't want to walk if there was a better and faster to their destination. "Just warning you..." Roxas shrugged, scratching the back of his neck with his hand. Ansem seemed to know a lot, and perhaps can reply truthfully to his inquiries. "Sir, are we going to waiting for someone? I mean, there is still Larxene left, uh...Number XII. That's another thing...where am I going to rest? And when am I meeting the rest that are like me?"
Larxene held back another giggle at his blush and his flustered expression, impressively totally predictable. Smirking again, she tapped her bare feet patiently, almost sarcastically as if waiting to guide her, but she spoke coyly, "Sexy Zexion..quite nice, isn't it? If there are more of you around, I might actually stay after all..." Yeah right. But he didn't need to know that. Heaving a sigh, as if she was bored, she said, "Are we going to stay and chat the whole time, or are you going to bring me to wherever it is we're going?" She raised both her eyebrows as her tone lowered huskily. "Zexion." "It's alright, Sir. I already made my decision to stay here," Roxas affirmed, not moving his eyes from the man before him. After he had seen a taste of what Larxene can do, he had to admit it had him...perplexed, and engrossed. "Of course, if I have to die for the cause, I'm going to have to revolt, if that's the case. I made a promise I tend to keep. I'm informing you of this now."
Larxene giggled quietly, her hand covering her mouth as she found it funny how he was so tense. Not that she could blame him, she must have made quite a entrance, after all. The redness of where she had hit him was still on his cheek, and feeling satisfied, she followed, a confident movement in every step she did, as if she owned the place already. Tilting her head, she gave a small smile at him, though it wasn't a assuring one. "You know, I haven't caught your name, cutie. Mind telling me?" She sent a wink for the hell of it, but he was honestly quite the looker, Larxene had to admit. Hopefully, he won't be the only one. Cautiously, not very trustful of the place yet, he went over to the directed chair, and sat down, holding his towel around his hips more tightly to make sure it didn't fall as he remade the knot. Since he was already in this...group, might as well take what he coudlinto consideration. Placing his gaze on Ansem, and putting the given black cloak on his lap, Roxas nodded. "Yes, he did explain a few things. That we have been injected with this special formula that gave us...abilities, and we have to battle against a army called Final Fantasy, because they are trying to take over our home. I've known of this, everyone in Kingdom Hearts does, but I didn't know there were...'super soldiers'." Roxas was glad he had remembered that, he was a bit daze by then.
Larxene narrowed his eyes at him, a knowing evil smile on her face as she seethed, "Somehow, I doubt that. But I'll pretend that I'm fooled for your benefit." He did underestimate her, not only on her physical abilities, but on her intelligence as well. She'll show him soon, though, what she could really do, after she got the hang of her new prowess, and make her own fighting styles and combos. For now, she gave a terse nod, her arms moving, and placing her hands in her hips. She reminded him again, her tight expression not withering, "Don't think that means I'm in. I'm just curious about all this, and after that, I make my own decision from there." Roxas' deep, cerulean blue eyes turned into slits as he eyed the robe, and reluctantly took it from him, and held it in his hands. Looking up at the man, who looked aged, but had pale, bright blond hair, he stared suspiciously. Whoever he was, he was important, and the way he had greeted him and met his presence, it seemed he could be the head honcho concerning the situation. Okay, so there was this war, he knew that, and he was converted into this...mutant, he couldn't find no other word for it, despite not knowing what was his power. And they had to fight, because their enemies wanted to take Kingdom Hearts over. It was clear. Opening his mouth for the second time so far after he awoke, he asked, "May I ask, who are you?"
She eyed this guy sternly, not yet knowing his name, but she didn't care for that. What she was concern about, was what came out of her. Electricity. Though for her, it appeared more like lightning, as she seemed to spot a small strike that almost hit Roxas, but was discarded as nobody, but her was aware of it. To put it plainly, she was quite interested now. Larxene wasn't stupid enough not to know that this type of power came from that soldier formula, and then she wondered what else she had gained. The guy, however, was challenging her, and she wasn't one to turn those down. But, it will be careless and reckless, even through her fury, she could see that. Not only was she clothed by a towel, she didn't know how to control this new ability, or fully know her capabilities, as well as uncertain to what he could do. He acted calmly, and she noticed how he made his clipboard and Roxas disappear in a swirl of darkness. Portalling. It was blatant to her that this guy wasn't normal either. But...perhaps, if they train her, teach her to force her lightning, she might become powerful, and from there, will be able to escape. At least, make it easier. With the idea in mind, she raised a eyebrow, crossing her arms once again as she replied mildly, "I would love to kick your arse, but I'm not going to fight in only a towel, thank you. And, of course, don't think I'm dumb enough to charge at you without knowing what you can do. It seems you're some type of mutant yourself." Roxas gasped as he saw Larxene and the scientist fade into darkness as he was covered by it, sending him on a odd feeling of a rush, and when he could see light again, he was someplace else entirely. A white office, with bookshelves, trinkets, and other objects around, some weird, and a desk, where sat a man, gazing at him blankly. Roxas studied him silently, not knowing what to do. Did that guy transport him here? Just what the hell was going on? OOC: I would try to be him, but I think you'll do a better job, as you know more on the story behind the RP.
Larxene bristled at the sentence. Was he underestimating her? That was another thing she hated; just because you're unable to hold yourself up, doesn't mean you're weak. And that's what she did, when her legs got used to the weight, and her leg muscles were stretched, she found the energy to walk, and stepping forward, she grabbed the scientist's scruff of his white, pristine lab coat, and twirled him back around. In a flash, she backhanded him, making his face go sideways, and then push him away by his chest, almost making him trip. With a deadly glare on her flawless face, her rosy lips in a thin-line, she acted upon her temrper and rage. "Don't ever think that I'm some kind of damsel-in-distress! What can I do? I'll show what! You're messing with the wrong chick! Guess you're going to have to force me now, don't you? I'm not JOINING!" As she yelled her last sentence, sparks of electricity surrounded her body from the agitated emotions, making her gasp as she stared at the blue and yellow streaks of light. She knew her mouth was agape, and her eyes widened, confused at to what just occured. Wha-what was that? Roxas was shocked as well, or he was before when he watched Larxene attacked the one that had them at their mercy. Now...now he was left dumbfounded as he saw in amazement the sparks that came out of her. Roxas stayed frozen solid, gazing stupidly, not able to believe this, but then his mind started to wire things together at the same time. They were soldiers, and they were injected with some type of liquid...and now this... That formula...did it turn them into mutants?
Larxene laughed mockingly at what the guy explained, and made her way to stand up, wombling a bit due to her unused legs, but after a moment, managed to straighten firmly, her feet on the ground gracefully. She had a way of balance, and had been trained in the martial arts for awhile, but was also a legit dancer, which was what she wanted to become and was working towards, before being brought to this. They weren't going to force her, no matter what he said. She detested being used, it was like their opinions or feelings didn't matter, or dreams, and they had to follow some type of leader to be held as tools. Not her. Giving the scientist a haughty look, yet a determined one nonetheless, she crossed her arms indignantly, swinging one of her hips to the side, as natural for her. She smirked, almost daring. "I'd like to see you stop me." Unknowingly, Larxene was grateful for the kid next to her to ask these questions, because in the end she got more information on what she wanted to know, but that didn't mean she was going to join. Though, she did ponder about what this formula injected into her was capable of, it was overshadowed by her pride. Roxas nodded again, already taking in his fate as it was, though proclaiming to himself that he was going to have his own mind. If Roxas didn't like the orders given, he won't do them. He didn't have anything left as well, and why not help these people with their work to make himself useful for once? Either way, if this proved life threatening, he would leave, escape, in some way, but he will. His mother went first than any decision that was thrown at him, and he will stick with that for the rest of his life. Sighing, he wrapped his own towel around his waist, and tried to get up, only to fall back down again. Unlike this Larxene's legs, his was more numb, but he acted up on it again, supporting himself by holding on to the pod with his hand. Carefully, as he stood up, he let it go, tilting from side to side a bit, before planting his feet permanently on the ground, his legs a bit shaky, but held on. He glanced at from his shoulder at blonde-haired female, who wouldn't cave in, and in truth, he kind of admired her for that. She had guts, that was for sure.
Larxene took the towel first, quickly wrapping it around her bare body, and securing with a twirled knot in the back, covering what needed to be covered, the fuzzy cloth reaching down to her thighs in length. Hearing the scientist's remark, frowning, she looked down, and indeed, there was a scar in the part of her chest. Widening her eyes, she traced her hand on the mark steadily, a sudden rush of ache and adrenaline surfing through her body as she fully noted the danger of the situation. Clenching the same hand she had moved into a fist, Larxene gritted her teeth in anger, not wanting to believe what had been done to her. There was no way she was going to be a tool, no matter what. She had nothing to live for before and she had nothing to live for now, so what's the harm in exploding? Staring up, she barked, "Have it your way. I guess I'm going to implode then. There's no damn way in hell I'm going to be a droid!" He had seen the scar already, but he didn't want to touch it, or even acknowledge it, as it was prove that he was a doll now. Roxas nodded in agreement with the female, , though at the droid part. Unlike her, he wasn't one to commit suicide, and he wasn't as proud or stubborn to take that initiative. For him, there was no choice, is either join or die, no ifs, ands, or buts. And Roxas didn't want to die. He promised his deceased mother he would live for her, and he wasn't going to back on that oath. What he wanted now, was answers. Ignoring the raging female beside him, he also stared up at him, but his was more questioning. "I understand. However, I won't let go until I have my questions taken into account. Why did you call us XII and XIII? Which number am I suppose to be? Why US, where there are other people around the world that could fit better. The woman over looks around 18 to 20, and I'm only 15. Why?"
OOC: That, and just read a few pages back to know where they are now, if you want, since the thread is calm. Is not that much, really :).
