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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:47 am
Not taking anymore risks, Saix lowered his Claymore to his sides, but he still glared angerly at him. Chat? Is he joking?
"Are you sure you're simply not stalling for time?" He hissed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Because I know there has to be some catch to getting information from you, or talking to you at all."
Saix walked back over closer, dispite wanting to avoid getting close to him, but he wanted to be beside Roxas and Tifa incase they were to be attacked.
He hissed to himself slightly, hating that his muscles and shoulder blades were sore from getting stabbed through bone by Axel. Even with potions to heal it, it did not heal the soreness of it all. That would be bad if he threw another attack at him. He needed rest...and he needed it badly.
"So why are you really here? You must have had some reason." Saix said, his voice more calmer than it was moments before.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:31 pm
Roxas could not move a muscle when he saw the portal appear before his very eyes. Instantly he knew what was happening. The cloaked men. As if to confirm his beliefs, one walked out with head held high beneath his hood. The shadows of the hood still concealed the man’s identity. This was most likely a new one of these men too. It wouldn’t make sense if was the Saix one. And didn’t the Luxord double get hurt? So that eliminated two out of thirteen. Perhaps it was the one that Roxas had seen before? The one that pulled the Saix double back?
The boy remained quiet as Saix spoke with the man and then attacked… and missed? The blonde’s head swiveled to see the cloaked man already behind Saix. ’He’s fast!’ Roxas thought. He was much more powerful than the Saix double but now he was doubting that it was the man that had brought him back. There was a completely contrasting air around him compared with the one before. He acted too differently.
“Wanted to chat?” Roxas whispered. That was a first. Maybe a lie? None of the other cloaked men said such a thing. All of them were prepared to lop of any of their heads in an instant. Why was the new guy different?
He decided to take his chance. If this man wanted to chat, maybe this would be the time to get more information on these cloaked men.
“Who are you?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:37 pm
Number Three listened carefully enough to Saix’s words but could not resist the growing urge to burst out laughing. His mirth filled the area around the group and could be heard at quite a distance.
“So you think I am trying to stall? For what? I was sent here on orders, as a matter of fact.” the cloaked man managed to say through his laughter. This man was a little uptight for his own good. He really was.
“And maybe I’m a little nicer than the rest.” Number Three crossed his arms. “I never said there would be any catch. I’m hurt that you assume so.”
”Who are you?”
Number Three was startled to hear the boy, that other Keyblade Wielder, even speak. Wasn’t he supposed to be the quiet type anyway? The cloaked man laughed again.
“Who am I?” A hand reached up and pulled back the concealing hood. “I am known as Number Three but my name is Greed.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:09 pm
Saix was surprised. Marluxia's double? He was Third? This was not good at all...
"So, you're really here to actually talk to us? No fight? No tricks up your sleeves?" Saix asked, his Claymore dissappearing as he took in the man's features so he could explain to the others later.
Maybe they could somehow capture him? No...It was just the three of them, they needed everyone. Saix glanced over at Tifa, as if worried something would happen to her, but then quickly locked his gaze back to Number Three.
"If so, then tell me, how many are there of you? Eleven or Thirteen? And what is your purpose for attacking us constantly?" He asked after a moment of thought.
Hopefully they can get those answers at least...
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:25 pm
Marluxia watched as Roxas came up, speaking with Xaldin. So Xaldin really had absolutely no memory of anybody. Interesting. The pink-haired man stepped back inside for a few moments before hearing voices. One of them did not sound familiar at all. His pulse spiked as he peered out of the open door way. No...not now. He had seen Saix miss the cloaked man, who had obviously more speed than the berserker. Inhuman speed.
Marluxia kept silent, watching closely and listening. A chat? There must be something behind this, which was even more obvious. Why would any of the cloaked men want to speak with any of them, when so far all they seemed to want to do was exterminate them all. Then he lifted his hood revealing...
Oh, this was delightful. He was able to meet his double, even at the most irritating of times. Marluxia felt irritation bubble inside of him. Greed? It was easy to compare it to...A frown formed on the pink-haired man's lips. Did it reflect how they were before? His heart flickered with fear, and it showed on his expression. No, now was not the time to become afraid! Marluxia wiped away the scared expression, a cold mask over his face, deep blue eyes observing and listening silently as questions were asked by Saix finally. But still, the resemblance between him and this Greed was obvious. The question that had been in his mind came to the surface and out of his mouth sucessfully.
"And why do you all look like the past Organization XIII members?"he asked with a cold stare.
Hopefully it would be answered.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:44 pm
[[NOTE FOR ALL! The italics are Axel’s DREAM. NO CHARACTERS KNOWS WHAT HE DREAMED ABOUT IN THAT DETAIL. Thank you and good night. >w<]]
It was…dark. No, that suddenly changed. Axel was in Castle Oblivion. Wait…he couldn’t control his body. He suddenly felt himself drift from his body, now only watching the events. What was happening? He watched as the redhead looked about, sighed with relief, and started down a hallway, only to find Xemnas suddenly there.
“Come with me.” The silver-haired-man said with authority. Axel followed, obliviously grim, but not fighting at all. He was led to a room that wasn’t generally used for anything. He followed, watching his own self. He gulped as he suddenly remembered what was happening. He suddenly rejoined with his body, though he knew well enough that he couldn’t move it. He could feel steel placed around his wrists. Then his ankles. He was being chained, and something revered as “ultimate punishment” Organization XIII was about to be carried out. The Boss began his lecture, and he found that he wasn’t even listening until he heard the last sentence.
“—and what you have just done was total treason. You’ll have to learn you’re your mistakes, Axel,” Xemnas grinned cruelly, “I guess we shouldn’t put this off any longer.”
And it was about to start. Axel shuddered, though his body didn’t move. A sudden low, throaty growl was heard. The red-head looked totally fearless, though he knew that his heart was racing. The pale, full moon was shining on him, and he felt his pulse only raise as Saix came into the room.
Xemnas chuckled. “I think I’ll leave you two alone.” He turned on his heel, leaving. Axel threw the back of that silver head a dirty, despising glare. That was something his body agreed with. He looked as Saix approached him on all fours. He stood there, meeting his eyes, still fearless in appearance.
There was a sudden howl before Axel felt claws on his skin. He flinched as he saw blood dripping. The cuts were all going to be this deep, then? He felt his body shake slightly at the thought.
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It’d been about half an hour since Xemnas had left, and he was already dripping in his own blood, his cloak tattered and shredded. He wasn’t even standing anymore; the chains were holding him up. He was panting with pure exhaustion, his head hung in defeat. He felt mutilated, though that couldn’t be; he was alive. He lifted weakened emerald eyes to the amber ones of Saix and felt the final slash across him. It was relatively long and very savage. It was across the underside of his right arm.
Axel watched again as Saix left. Xemnas came in not long after Saix had gone and released him. He nudged him lightly with his foot.
“I think you know not to betray Organization XIII now.” A voice came, though he was slurred to Axel’s ears. It wasn’t Xemnas, of course. His ears had to be suffering odd conditions from blood loss, as they were ringing violently. Another few minutes passed before Saix came in, completely normal looking.
“I am sorry.” The blue-haired-man said to Axel, supporting him as he helped him to his room. The ringing slurred that too, but the red head heard it all the same. He was half-dragged, half-carried to his room as he limped along the hallways, leaving a mess to clean up. Luckily, that room wasn’t far from Axel’s, so it wasn’t all that much distance. He looked over at Saix out of the corner of his eye. Amber ones were looking ahead; lightly troubled. He, then slipped out of consciousness.
That was when Axel jerked up, though found his collar bone hurt horribly. Oh, right. That fight with Saix. He reached one hand up to touch his collar bone, and heard a small clink as a bottle was knocked over. He looked down at it. Potions. Several of them. Axel smiled lightly. That nightmare had scared him a bit, but he knew that Saix wasn’t as horrible as he seemed at times. He left the potions there for him. He’d helped him to his room, where he found himself bandaged.
Axel shook his head at himself. Why had he been trying to kill someone that had helped him before? Oh well. What was done was done. Axel took a potion and popped out the stopper, taking a drink.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 4:55 pm
The grin on Greed’s face twisted into a sinister sneer. He held each billowing sleeve open. “Nothing up either of them.” He continued to sneer. He thought as much. Number Two or One would be sure to never give away any information lest they upset Caesar. But that wasn’t Greed’s way of running things at all. Where was the fun?
The man took care to notice that Saix’s weapon had disappeared. So he was letting his guard down, eh? Very well. Even should the rest of his friends flood from the tiny house before them, Greed would have no problems fending them off for a short while or escaping. He was not like Seven or Five. He was not afraid.
Greed crossed his arms across his chest and continued to sneer. Then a short laugh. “Ha. Both are wrong. And weren’t you second in command, Saix? I should think you’d have figure it out in Destiny Islands. There are seven of us. Not eleven. Not thirteen.
“And why are we attacking? Because none of you are supposed to exist. Those who are out of place should be removed…” the sneer on Number Three’s face contorted even more. “…correct?”
When Marluxia ran out, Greed’s sneer immediately dissipated and eyes narrowed. That man… “You mean why do I look like you? Have you lost all knowledge? When you came back, did all that intelligence of yours linger behind?” the man’s tone was filled with spite and anger. “You should know well enough that when a person is turned into a Heartless, a Nobody was born.”
The sneer returned, as nasty as ever.
“If you were the Nobody, than I am the Heartless.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:14 pm
Why him? Why oh why him? They always sent him out to do the dirty work. Well… a few times, but not all the time? He was certainly the wrong man for the job? Why couldn’t they have sent someone else? What about Five? He was strong… kinda. Well… anyway. Number Four was still the wrong man for the job. What if something happened to him? Why couldn’t he be strong like Number One? Or Two? Or Three? Why him?
Number Four pulled up his hood when he finally reached his destination in Betwixted and Between. Radiant Garden… Castle Gates? Well… broken castle gates. The portal opened and the cloaked man stepped through.
The area was extremely quiet. The Great Maw was empty and there was no noise from the Bailey. But here… Here in front of him was a man with bright red hair. Axel? Yes. That was his name. The one that wielded flames. But now he was alone and apparently very injured. Why? Did he get in a fight?
“My… you don’t look well at all…” Number Four drawled as he peered over the man within the confines of his hood.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:18 pm
All his thoughts were correct! They were heartless, and if there were seven, then they were off the deadly sins. They've seen Wrath, and a few others, now Greed.
"Are all of you named off the deadly sins? Sloth, Wrath, Lust, Glottony, Envy, Pride and Greed? Odd choice of names, Heartless." Saix sneered. Then a smirk crossed his lips soon after.
"If we were not fit to exist because we were Nobodies, You Heartless shouldn't exist, neither. You're also half a being. Looks like we're both at odds, Greed." Saix mused, eyes narrowing and his smirk fading into a frown. "Filthy creatures. Why can't you be mindless like every other Heartless?" He hissed, his Claymore reappearing in his grasp.
Enough games. He knew what he needed to know. "So who is your leader? Does he look like anyone? Xigbar? Xaldin? Vexen? Or maybe even Demyx's Heartless? Does not matter...you'll all die the same!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:34 pm
The sneer dropped from Greed’s face momentarily and was replaced with a look of confusion. What was Saix talking about? All those names? “Seven deadly sins? I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I was named Greed and that is all I know or wish to know.”
Number Three also chose to ignore Saix’s tone. It was turning nastier and nastier as the conversation moved on. What was his problem? Did he truly wish to kill him after Greed had been so kind in answering his questions?
“Perhaps I am half a being but you misunderstand me. I was not referring to when you were a Nobody. I was referring to the fact that you should not be standing before me right now. You…” Greed pointed to Roxas, “You…” and then to Marluxia, “And you… None of you, or the rest of the Organization XIII, should be alive today. That is why we have been ordered to exterminate you all.”
A grin returned to his face though and his arms crossed once again. “I also don’t appreciate you’re choice of words, Saix. I have remained respectable and honest and I expect you to do the same. I’m sure this doesn’t make you look too good in front of your lady friend, does it?” Greed glanced back at the dark-haired woman. He knew not her name, as it did not matter.
The grin grew wider as Saix rattled off names of his Organization friends. “Our leader, huh? You are curious.” He paused shortly to consider before continuing. “Our leader is Caesar and he is not like any of those people you have mentioned. And I hardly doubt that I’ll be dying anytime soon.” Greed did not bother to move when Saix was armed once again. Instead, his grin grew larger still.
“I have offered you a chance to talk. If you try and destroy that now by attacking, I’ll be forced to follow my orders and destroy you.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:42 pm
"We would only be stalling, now wouldn't we?" Saix growled. He almost made a move to attack, but something forced him in place. He saw Greed's eyes move to Tifa, and it worried him for a moment before it seemed he was disinterested in her. Good. He didn't want them to hurt her.
"This Ceaser guy, is he a Heartless as well?" Saix asked, finding more and more questions coming up everytime he heard an answer to the last. He never knew this man, and yet they knew everything of Organization XIII and more!
This Ceaser fellow sure was an interesting man. Knowing so much and planning this out even before they started to return...It was almost as if- Wait a minute....
Something clicked in Saix's mind. If Ceaser knew they were coming back, then he must have been involved, right? "Allow me another question. This Ceaser...does he have access to Kingdom Hearts? How did he know we would come back?" He had forgotten his angry expression and tone, now more of confusion and curiousity than anything now.
He felt like he had fallen back to sqare one. Nothing made sense anymore...
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 6:09 pm
The sudden appearance of this...Greed had startled her, but Tifa had regained her wits quickly enough to realize that this was yet another one of the brown robed individuals.
She had not been here nearly long enough to know what they were capable of, but from the information she had gleaned from the journals and such online, she tensed.
The blonde boy who looked so much like Sora was with them now, and he even had a Keyblade. Perhaps they were brothers? It didn't matter at this moment; Tifa's fists were clenched, and she silently listened to the conversation.
The young fighter was not one to engage in long chats with the enemy, especially when she was sizing up the enemy, but the conversation had entailed some very unpleasant, disturbing things for her. The man with the pink hair seemed to disturb this...Greed very much, and she realized why: Nobody and Heartless, the two were connected.
Those who were out of place were supposed to be removed? Was that the enemy's main aim?
And Saix...was Saix the target?
The bile rose in her throat as she took another step forward. She did not miss Saix's glances in her direction, and she had wanted to tell him not to worry for her; especially not when he was the one the enemy was seeking to destroy.
Worry about yourself, Saix, Tifa thought as her eyes met his briefly; she could hold her own in a fight, and she really was not intending to become a liability anytime soon.
"I’m sure this doesn’t make you look too good in front of your lady friend, does it?”
That particular statement rankled on her nerves, and Tifa snapped back, her tone frosty. "I'm sure you know better than to make blind assumptions, creature."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 6:37 pm
Axel polished off the last of the potions, now no longer bleeding, when he heard a voice from over his shoulder. He didn't recognize that voice, either. Good god, another fight!? He just finished his with Saix, not to mention that his collar bone was currently broken twice. He rolled up so he was standing opposite of the man, and was glaring at him. He probably either looked extremely hilarious or made you want to cringe at the moment, only because his collar bone [where it was broken] was very far out of place. He didn't have time to think about it right now, though.
It was a brown cloaked man. Oh dear lord why did his luck have to suck so bad!? Axel couldn't fight, and this man could. He didn't really like that position...but what could he do? Maybe this one was NICE. Ha. Yeah right. A nice heartless. That was so obliviously going to happen. Except not.
Of course, in Axel's mind they are all their heartless. There wasn't any proof yet, but that didn't matter. In his head, they were heartless until they were proven otherwise. And right now, he needed to focus, even though his head was spinning, his ears ringing, and his eyes slightly smudged with blood loss.
"That's none of your business. What do you want?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:18 pm
It was a decidedly less than stellar landing, but hey, at least he TRIED!!
Emerging from the ship - and helping the others along, Sora himself felt glad to be back on land; his irritation at Seifer's antics towards the two young women had long since dissipated, and he took a deep breath of the night air.
Ah, how good it was to be in Radiant Garden! The rest of his friends were nearby, and it was only a matter of time before he could get to Merlin's castle and -
Axel?!
He looked hurt all over, and there was a brown robed individual standing over him. Alarmed, his instincts kicking in to high gear, Sora summoned his Keyblades and moved forward to defend his injured friend.
What the hell had gone on here?! "STAY AWAY FROM AXEL!!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:40 pm
Oh my, Axel was really hurt, wasn’t he? But it wasn’t any of them… who could it be? Perhaps one of his own allies. Number Four knew he did not get along with quite everyone but he was never hurt by them. What a problem… Oh he hoped that would never happen to him.
“I never said I wan-“ Number Four began but he was soon interrupted by a loud sound. He looked skyward through the shadows of his hood to see a rather large gummi ship slowly make its clumsy landing.
And then out flew a very familiar figure: Sora. The Keyblade Master, correct? That did not bode well for Number Four.
The cloaked man held up two hands that were spread wide. “Relax, okay? I didn’t do anything to him, I swear. I just found him here!”
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