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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:39 am
All Orgy XIII members are welcome to join in! (Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Demyx, Axel, Siax, Luxord, Larxene, Marluxia, Roxas & Namine) Hm, interesting. This appears to be...no...that makes no sense. My research keeps leading me in circles...what could I be overlooking? Number IV paced about his study, his eyes on the cold tiled floor and his own thoughts echoing in his head, drowning out the noises from various bubbling and fizzing chemicals in beakers nearby. "What am I missing?" he echoed his thoughts aloud.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:58 am
But the long-haired blonde nobody had best beware...for there was a certain pink-haired male headed his way, a devious smirk on his features. Marluxia was far more dangerous than most assumed him to be...an obsession with plants, a pair of baby blues, and rose-hued hair tended to do that to a fellow...give others the impression that there was nothing to fear. Oh so terribly wrong.
Marluxia came to the door just in time to hear the cold scientist's words, "Why me, of course! Am I not your inspiration, Vexen darling?" There was a sinister purr to his words as he pushed his way inside, eyes gleaming from behind his bangs.
He bore no affinity for this particular Nobody...he just liked to pester him. A lot.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:07 am
Demyx wasn't out looking for trouble, oh no no no....the water loving one would never go out of his way to get himself in trouble. He just usually found himself in it, chalk it up to bad luck.
So, rather innocently, the blonde had been wandering the halls in an attempt to figure out something to do. And, again according to bad luck, he wandered by the door shortly after Marluxia made his entrance. Now, it's not like he held a grudge towards any of the others. Marluxia's obsession gave him good reason to be around, plants needed water didn't they? And Vexen hadn't really done anything too cruel to him. Still, he always grew nervous around the others, especially when he was outnumbered.
For a brief moment Demyx opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it as he thought better of it. Drawing attention to himself? Bad idea. Better to just wait around and see what happened. That way, it'd be easier to run if the need arose.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:15 am
Vexen quickly shot the pink haired trespasser a perplexed glare. Oh how he hated his studies interrupted, but Vexen knew well that Marluxia was interrupting on purpose. "What do you pester me for, XI?" Vexen seethed coldly, "And you only wish you inspired your so-called 'followers." He turned his nose on Marluxia and as he did so, his icy eyes fell upon Demyx. He'd always had a silent respect for the water-loving rocker. Since water was a form of his element, Vexen had no reason to be off-put by number IX's enterance. Demyx wasn't a threat. In fact, he was the least of threats and Vexen always wondered why he was even a part of the ever betraying and brutal Organization. "Demyx" Vexen stated calmly with a curt nod, just to acknowledge his presence.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:18 am
She was only in a room away from the trio of nobodies. It was in a small quiet library, reading her book on Marquis De Sade. The sadist's eyebrow was twitching nervously. She overheard both Marluxia's and Vexen's voices and she wanted to just clamp her ears shut.
It's not that she wasn't friendly with them. No wait- that was exactly it. Vexen was a egotist and Marluxia had a gardening obsession and an even bigger ego than the ice nobody. She doubted that she would last in silence for long. Knowing Vexen and Marluxia they would find her and Marluxia would tend to annoy her and the ice nobody at the same time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:28 am
Marluxia did not have a retort for the 'ice princess' as he mockingly referred to Vexen...no, he was just here to bother number VI. It was one of his favorite pastimes, after all. "Tsk, Tsk, Vexen...all I do is walk into the room and you get huffy...I'm quite sure I'm not all that disagreeable..."
Blue eyes flitted to Demyx, whom the assassin had not realized was there until Vexen had said his name. "Hello there, Nine..." It wasn't with that same sinister purr that he used when talking to Vexen...no indeed. He had no arguement with Demyx...Marluxia would occasionally bother him as well, but it was just so easy and the musician seemed so pathetic when it happened that The Graceful Assassin considered it a waste of time.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:33 am
Her eyebrow continued to twitch. So the punch bag, formally known as Demyx, was there too. Just perfect. More people for her to remark, but more people to tick her off. She just flicked to another page, scanning the words with minor interest. As long as she didn't make a sound they wouldn't think of looking inside the door that was only a few meters from their position.
There were a number of reasons why she refused to go there. For one thing Marluxia was there. She had a very strange encounter with him a while ago and really didn't feel like dealing with him. Then there was Vexen, an egotist at no-heart no matter how much he denied it. Finally Demyx. Well let's just say thunder conducted electricity. That's was all there was to say. Besides he would probably flee from her sight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:35 am
Great, now he had to respond. If he didn't greet the others back, that'd just be plain rude. Though, at least their greetings had been fairly friendly. Better than finding himself suddenly wrapped in vines or incased in ice.
"Hi Vexen, Marluxia."
Demyx kept his words at a bare minimum, not wanting to seem like he was interrupting anything. That would also be quite rude, and in the end a very bad thing to do. So, falling silent again, the blonde was content to simply listen to the others.
...Though if he had known Larxene was mere room away, he probably would have ran away. Fast.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:31 pm
Casting aside the sudden wonder as to why the pacifist Demyx was doing by just standing near the doorway of his study, Vexen gave Marluxia a freezing sort of glare straight into the flower-obsessed assassin's eyes. "Not all that disagreeable?" he echoed Marluxia's words hallowly, "All you do is walk into the room indeed, but I highly doubt you'd had a logical reason to interupt my research. Tell, me then, what business brings you here before me?" Vexen practically taunted, clearly thinking his wit would pin the pink-haired p***k to a wall for having bothered him for the sake of just bothering him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:58 pm
Marluxia chortled in an approximation of happiness. "Why, my dear dear fellow I'm here to check up on you! You do realize that's my job, don't you, old boy?"
Head canting towards Demyx, Number Eleven chuckled softly, "Do come in, Nine...join the party..."
Swiveling back toward's Vexen, Marluxia seemed to ponder something for a moment. The icy gaze didn't appear to bother him and with an impish grin the Assassin leaned forward and licked the other right on the muzzle. He might get frostbite for his trouble but it was always so much fun to watch Vexen splutter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:13 pm
Demyx's ears flattened back, the blonde not seeming too thrilled over the invite. It was wonderful the others actually wanted him around, but it was also rather terrifying. He wasn't quite sure he liked Vexen or Marluxia's tone, and the assassin's sudden lick on the scientist's muzzle was further proof that maybe he shouldn't be here.
Now, technically, he could just run off. Marluxia had invited him, but being of a higher 'rank' he could just ignore it and leave. That would be a good solution, if Demyx actually ever paid attention to ranks. Nine he might be, but he certainly didn't act it. So, head lowered obediently, the skittish Nobody stepped inside.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 4:47 pm
Zap...
"Dammit, I missed," Larxene scoffed under her breathe, staring at the medium sized black blot that now took it's resting place on the wall next to the door. She had meant to shock the water nobody, who had just entered the study room. It was her insomnia. Last night she couldn't sleep very well so she couldn't focus. Otherwise she would have made a perfect shot.
She lowered her kunai, watching a small little smoke exhale from the tip were the bolt came from. With her bad aim today she would have to defer her attacks on Demyx to a better day.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:23 pm
Vexen did indeed sputter, gaging as well. He whipped his muzzle with his protectively gloved paw. "You're a sadistic jerk, XI" he spat. He dare not use any powers against the psychotic assassin. He'd rather hope it wouldn't come to violence, but if it did, better Marluxia make a move before him. Vexen knew better than to step out of line unless completely necessary or of coarse, when the pink-haired "leader's" back was turned. His attention was so suddenly diverted when the sound of electrical current came rushing by. He perked one of his ears. Larxene. The secondary sadistic b***h must have been in the library next door. Vexen now shot the wall in between the rooms a perplexed stare. He pondered saying anything to acknowledge his awareness of Larxene being nearby. Shaking his head he turned his glance to Demyx. If he'd had concerning emotions he would have been worried for the passive member's safety, since he was pretty much pinned in between the two greatest sadists of the organization.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:34 pm
"Sadistic jerk? Me?" He gave the other his best impression of wide-eyed innocence, "Oh my dearest Vexen you wound me..." With a low chuckle, he slid back a bit, giving Demyx more room.
"I say..." Changing the topic entirely, he cast his gaze in the sitar-player's direction. "What are you doing on this side of things, Demyx? Out of sheer curiosity, I might add..." Good heavens couldn't have him dashing off...that wouldn't be any fun at all.
"Oh and Larxene...do be a dear and control yourself." He spoke without batting an eyelash or looking away from Demyx...but loud enough so that he could be heard.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 8:52 pm
The blonde had done his best to ignore the crackle of electricity, hoping that the sound had come from some experiment in Vexen's lab. As Marluxia called out the name of their only female member, Demyx felt his mood fall even more. Larxene was one member he'd rather avoid as much as possible. Electricity and water? They simply didn't mix that well. At least not in his favor, meeting her was always a painful encounter.
Fidgeting about now, Demyx turned his gaze to Marluxia. Oddly, the more he found himself staring into the eyes of the other, the more he simply couldn't look away. Maybe he was just trying to obey one he saw as dominant. It was a good possibility afterall, seeing as how fearful the blonde could be. But maybe, just maybe, the pink haired one's gaze was not something so easily broken, despite the onlooker's personality.
"I just...erm...wanted to get away from the other's for a bit?"
Indeed, many of the others were not ones he wanted to be around very often. The ones here? Well Marluxia could be a bit...daunting, but he wasn't so bad. At least in Demyx's eyes he wasn't. And Vexen was someone he actually enjoyed hanging around. Speaking of, the sitarist slowly scooted closer to the scientist, maintaining eye contact with Marluxia the entire time.
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