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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:38 am
[ Current Focus :: XIII Order - centric ]
because they're like a big dysfunctional family. funfunfun. <3
Created because I could never finish a multi-chaptered fanfic, but drabbles are an entirely different case. I absolutely love drabbles. :3
No spoilers for KHII are in here. Well... unless you consider the names of the members of the Organization XIII to be spoilers. sweatdrop
Comments keep me motivated. :B
[__________] History [__________]
02.22.06 - Larxene 'Antithesis' and Saix 'Appentence' drabbles added.
02.21.06 - Demyx drabble 'Overture' added.
02.21.06 - Topic created. Nothing up yet. xP
Update- :: 'Antithesis' is up. I originally had the drabble leading one way, but then I decided that it didn't fit Larxene at all. Larxene feels OOC in 'Antithesis' as well, but she is comtemplating about a special character whom is even stranger in nature than the Order itself, so I guess it couldn't be helped. xP
Saix's drabble came right to me during one of my free blocks so why not write it then? Bit of artistic license because none of the Order's past lives are mentioned in the game. So, he probably doesn't have a wife and child. xD Language warning for 'Appentence', thar be one really bad word. Just one though.::
[__________] Table of Contents [__________]
XIII Order / Organization XIII
Saix - Appetence
Demyx - Overture
Larxene - Antithesis
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 4:40 pm
[ demyx ] - [ overture ]
[ moment in demyx's life existance ... ... ... oh screw it -plays a C sharp- ]
He silently plucked at the strings of his sitar, playing the same chord over and over.
A more lively tune would've filled the castle halls, but a certain red-head had taken all his music sheets and ran off with a smirk on his face. Something about the kid teaching him how to fold paper cranes (origami, was it called?)
Number thirteen was a nice guy though, so he didn't make too much of an objection to being robbed besides screaming at Axel and summoning gigantic tidal waves after him.
Still, he would've liked to play something different.
Like a perky song to piss off Larxene.
Watching his Dancer Nobodies and Dusks swaying slowly in time to the chord, he couldn't help but smile.
At least he still had an audience.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 9:04 am
[ larxene ] - [ antithesis ]
[ to her the word basically described him ]
She didn't have anything against number thirteen - her one and only junior within the Order- , but she did think him odd.
He was young; younger than Zexion, Demyx and herself, yet definitely more mature in person than say... that old wino Xigbar.
When she first met him, she had already prepared to play one of her infamous 'mindgames', her kunai poised between her fingers and ready. It was a enormous mistake, as he proved despite his lower rank, he possessed far more power.
But that wasn't the odd part.
Axel and him became close friends in quite a short amount of time. Not that she protested against their relation, since Thirteen was often the one whom kept his companion's more daring pranks from ever arising to see the light of day (except for that one time when Marluxia woke to find his dark brown locks changed to a sickly shade of green).
What was odd was that Thirteen's element was light.
Thirteen contradicts every meaning of the Order, just by his presense here.
Whoever heard of losing your heart to the light? Pure crap.
Vexen had once remarked, upon seeing Number Thirteen 'the Discovered Key', that he was their antithesis.
She hates the scientist and his immaculate ways, but she is inclined to agree.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 5:12 pm
[ saix ] - [ appetence ]
[ what a desperate man ]
He wonders.
Why does he want a heart so badly?
For is he not closest to immortality in this state?
Closing his eyes, he remembers.
A cold claw plunging into his chest.
And after, nothing.
He couldn't feel anything.
He came upon a body, when he awoke hours later (his previous clothing gone replaced with a cloak, gloves and boots - all black).
It was his wife's torn and mangled body.
A few metres away, his infant son's remains, scattered amongst the rocks.
He knew he should have felt something when he saw the tormented expressions on their faces.
His old master whom was skilled in the art of war, had always said that emotions were only a hindrance.
What hindered him now, was not his heart.
But the gigantic ******** void where it no longer dwelled.
Why couldn't he respond to the sight of his slaughtered house ...!!
He wants to feel.
It wouldn't matter what he felt.
Even if it is some cowardly emotion, like fear.
He only wants a mere heart.
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