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Name: Demyx
Rank: IX / 9
Title: The Melodious Nocturne
Age: 19ish?
Height: About 5'9 - 5'10ish?
Eye Color: Aqua
Hair Color: Golden to Dirty blond (due to high lights) in a punk mullet fashion
Blood Type: O
Element: Water
Weapon of Choice: Sitar
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Years, he would have resolved, if awake. It had been years ago, before he was Vexen...when he was still Even... More than once he'd fallen asleep in another's bed, too tired to move from it, after a long day working with Ansem and the others. Elaeus was best during winter--warmest of the six, with a bed big enough for three or four of them to pass out on, after a long after-hours discussion of their latest project.
But this... Vexen stretched and yawned, rolling over onto his side, moving in closer to the new warmth in his bed. Oh...it was nice. It would keep his sleep good and deep and even all night. (It would do wonders for his blood pressure)
But what....what would morning bring?
"Ahem--" he cleared his through, chuckling with a bit of a grin upon his lips. "You talking to someone there, Nine?" he asked, arms crossed with hips swain slightly to the side. What a cocky b*****d. "Have I missed a party?"
What a lovely deal indeed. With one on his side, he could quite possibly have all the other clones helping as well! What a lovely set-up indeed! He was bound to find the culprit quickly! Fortune was smiling up him again~ oh...what warm rays it cast...
He was a real player alright--he could hold a poker face like no other, and toss emotions around like card into a hat. "Again--thank you..." he repeated, coming in nice and close. These things had free will, intellect, and quite possibly, real emotion. And Luxord would play off ever angle he could to get what he wanted. "It feels wonderful to have someone willing to help around here... you're a saint..." and quite gently, quite slowly...he leaned in and kissed the other.
Seal the deal, baby.
Xaldin then turned the page on his book Battle Royale and pushed up has glasses.
"I wish I knew who it was..." he continued, mirroring back the clone's sad expression. "It hurts me to know that someone hates me this much to do this..." Lies, lies, and a bag or chips. Luxord wanted cold, hard, revenge. But...that could wait... He had a clone to sweet talk first.
"Oh...you." His words came a bit harsh, but also with an edge of surprise. "I thought Demyx didn't like you lot out of his sight..." It wore a rather sober expression--which did much to melt the heart. "Ah...are you perhaps...lost?" he ventured, a little curious in his own right.