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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:55 pm
((I wanted to think of some sort of RP to do, and it was kind of hard to wrap my mind around with some of the Org grown and some not.
So, finally, I decided that perhaps an RP in the past was the best? A way to tell how the Organization came together in this world, and how it led them to the present.
Thus, in this rp they are -all- kits. I left my post here a bit open, so everyone can find a good point to jump in with theirs
For clarification, the first part is present day Demyx. Under the line is young Demyx. He's thinking of the past <3 ))
"I am NEVER going to get this right..."
Demyx sighed, frustrated at his apparant lack of skill. He could guess that at some point in his life, music had come quite naturally to him. Now it was a struggle to make even the simplest of notes sound good If he really concentrated and put his entire soul into it, then yeah he could certainly work a tune from his Sitar. But doing so took all his concentration and took a major toll on his energy. Usually, he could only pull a few simple notes here and there that were enough to send his water creations dancing. Setting the instrument aside, Demyx padded over to the pool in his room and absently batted at the surface. Was it always this bad? Did his missing heart always leave such an empty void?
As Demyx thought back, a small smile formed on his maw. No, there had been a time when life didn't weigh so heavily on his mind. A time where things were so much simpler, and the world was still so fascinating and new...
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Running, he'd been running for a while now. Running away from the red clothed kit that claimed to be his 'brother' of sorts. Away from the odd library and things that just didn't make sense. Yet, despite his desperate fleeing, he knew he'd return sooner or later to the one he was running from. Deep inside he felt some sort of....connection. A newly formed bond that despite being unable to explain, he was bound to it. He'd return to his 'sibling' sooner or later.
But for now, he ran towards more of that feeling. How this was possible he had no idea. How coud he feel so many bonds, when technically he had just been 'born' to this world? He and the red clothed one had just appeared, their minds full of questions and the world not providing many answers. And despite this, he felt drawn in this direction. Paws flew, carrying him towards the source of the 'feeling', and hopefully some answers as well.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:07 pm
Balancing a spinning gold coin on one claw he grinned. He had though this place would be a source of never ending boredom but now the library was turning into an interesting playground. Never ending source of things to play with and always creating new things that weren't use to his tricks.
Though this new source of amusement was just that, new. The first days had been nothing but a bore. Only one companion and one who was far to much like him to actually fall for his tricks.
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Stretched out on his chest, muzzle just barely sticking out from under a black coat, he snoozed and listened to his companion crawl around. They were in what he'd figured out was the top of whatever thing they were in and it seemed that the leather clad one that had joined him liked nothing better than crawling over everything and everything.
Uneventful. Hours full of nothing but listening to his companion crawl around and trying to outwit her in games. Games he never seemed to win when it was useful.
Feeling her crawl across his back he grunted until she continued on and he guessed, from the sound, crawled up onto an empty bookshelf. This would be no fun if he only had her and she could beat him at his own games.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 2:33 am
People had habbits... little things that they did when they were... upset... or distracted... sometimes even when they were mad.
So did he....
Harder to do things when you had paws like this...but... he'd made things like this before... and he would do it again... truely he would.
He turned the page of the cook book...and looked up distracted at the strange 'tug' inside him. Strange white haired companions... fur... and the vage feeling that he'd lost something...something less important than the emptyness inside where his heart used to be.
But at the same time...had he gained something? The strange bond between them... she wasn't any bigger than him... no braver or more outspoken. And yet...somehow he felt protected by her. He felt her moods... knew quirks about her he had no right to know... so confusing... he even knew the smell of her when all others seemed strangely muted in this world.
he'd seen the others though...what might they make of all this.
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