Organization XIII Club Roleplay: A Reflection Into the Heart of Nothing

[Nexev]

Death.

 

For many it's the final crossroad, that one unavoidable end to any adventure.

 

But if you never truly lived, can you die?

 

It's been a year since Zero fell on that unforgettable day. And while he is gone, his odor of death has not yet dispersed. Unknown to all, a hidden, Nameless hand seeks after remnants of life best left to die.

 

However, this is only the tip of the iceberg.

 

Maleficent, who has been quiet for some time, has managed to ally herself with some of the most dreaded beings in the realm of light. Using the fearsome monster known as Sin, they seek nothing less than complete control over everything.

 

Finally, a mysterious Organization known as Collation 13 has appeared, and while their motives and intentions are unknown, they are the Spitting image of Organization XIII.

 

In the passing year, the few survivors of Zero's final battle live their lives in blissful ignorance. But their peaceful lives are about to change drastically.

 

As these 4 titans of darkness and nothingness collide will the Organization manage to survive.

 

Will anyone survive?

[Phantom Roxas]

Saxor stood sat in his high, black throne, watching as his minions and cohorts tended to their personal tasks. It had been a year since his regular self, Roxas, had fused with Sora, and only recently had Collation 13 been found under Saxor's command. After so much time, he figured the preparations were enough to strike. Leaning back in his chair, he pushed his long, green hair back, revealing his violet eyes. He was waiting for anyone to speak to him of recent events.

[Luxlord]

"Sir, what exactly are we doing?"

Droxul asked, while counting a large pile of gold coins, not taking his eyes off them for even a second.

"You said somthing about a mission?"

[Encalade Shinamisu]

Ooc: what is nidlax's personality again?

[Phantom Roxas]

OoC: Nidlax is extremely meek, not prone to showing off, and gay.

 

IC: Saxor's vision was know directed at Droxul, the Coalition's treasurer who really only cared about his own money instead of the whole group's.

 

"The hour grows late. Even in a year's time, we have yet to find the remaining members Organization XIII. Axel, Demyx, and Larxene have somehow managed to elude us."

 

He turned his attention to three specific members. "Lexa, Xymed, and Enexral. Your mission was to eliminate your other selves. Why have you three failed at this simple task?"

[Davok]

Black hair was brushed aside large black bangs as a wide grin protruded upwards into the very temple. The coy smile suddenly heightened, revealing a white set of triangular teeth. The pale, thin neck stretched upwards as it let out a distinct, metallic chuckle. It's bloodred like eyes stared upward mockingly at it's commander, a pale sand colored toothpick lodged between his seeemingly razor canines. It was as if all the stereotypical embodiments of a villainous monster fused into one singular entity - the type of man depicted in works against opposing parties. Wrapped around him was a black, torn cloak. In the place of his heart on his cloak was a chilling blue marker drawing - 00. Beside him was a pitch black menacing sharp weapon, shaped like a 2D hammer except with guitar strings.

 

The Reverse Nobody Xymed stared up at Saxor, his smile remaining unwavering and unbroken.

 

"You have yet to understand Prey, Saxor. I believe that is why you retired Hunting and instead led." His villainous smile turned themselves toward Enexral and Lexa. "As for any of these, they are merely washups. We are cursed as opposites to petty Prey. Thus we cannot understand them."

 

He stood up, his claw-liked hands gripping onto his hammer-like mockery of the Sitar. "The Prey are clever. They know when they are Hunted. They will retreat. Hide. All you need is the means to smell them." His crooked pointy turned upward toward Saxor's dark throne.

 

"But the Prey are ultimately foolish in the end. Just leave a sliver of steak and they come crawling toward you. But they remain to struggle. They tear the net. We need a hook. To tear out their insides first."

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"Hello everybody!"

 

Nidlax spoils the mood of the group as usual. He wanted to announce his new idea to change internally. He already saw that the idea wasn't to bring up now. He swung the free-flowing and chemically straightened perm on his head to the back. He looked his usual and pulled out a cigarette and put his free fist on his hip. He blew perfect circles of smoke and looked to Saxor.

 

"What has gone on so far? I hope I didn't miss much. I was doing something..."

 

He said with enthusiastic hand expressions.

 

"I wonder where the rest are. I hope they aren't in any trouble or pain.

 

{somewhere, somehow, Xaldin's limp body is in extreme pain XD}

[Zexaeon]

OOC: DD, did you even read what's going on? ._. That post is kind of out of nowhere.

 

IC:

 

A loud, wide yawn erupted from the mouth of a lanky, lazy-looking individual from across the room. Dangling over the left side of his face was a mop of faded, pink hair, reflecting what one might call an "emo style". He wore a cat-like grin, maintained an openly inviting posture to his lazy lean, and his eyes were always opened wide, as if everything was interesting to him.

 

Well, almost everything. "You're boring!" he announced loudly at Xymed, chuckling to himself. "You talk too much. The bottom line is that you're failing, and need to work harded, right?!" he asked, bounding excitedly over to the Reverse Nobody and patting him roughly on the shoulder. "Keep trying, fang face, I' m sure you'll succeed. Glad I don't have to worry about such troublesome things...hehee."

 

Spinning on his heel, he turned his crooked gaze to their Superior next, smile remaining (not unlike Xymed, though different at the same time).

---

"Well then! Aside from the losers here who can't seem to do a damn thing ~" he stated, glancing meaningfully at Lexa, Xymed, and Enexral, sparing the latter a wink, "What else is on our agenda, boss man? You can't have called us here just to make sure we don't forget to kill our mirror images, right?"

[Larxene]

Enexral who had been staring nervously at her feet, squirming uncomfortably in her chair while Saxor and Xymed had been talking, looked up to their leader.

 

"I tried to f-find Larxene, I r-really did..." she managed to finally say. "But...we're just opposites, right? If she's really as s-strong as she's supposed to be, then what chance could I possibly have against her...?"

 

She tried avoiding eye contact with Saxor the entire time, afraid of what he might do or say if she had said something out of line or accidentally questioned his orders. She knew full well he wasn't the type to just forgive failure or backtalk.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"Aww honey, it's okay. You tried your best girl. Noixez, you look baked. No joke. And Saxor, why must we hunt that of the past? They can do nothing to us now. They simply elude us! They no longer have the advantage in the situation."

 

Nidlax looked at his polished nails for a second. He chipped a nail.

 

"Damn. Not again!"

[Luxlord]

Droxul, his long uncut sapphire-like hair kept getting in the way of his vision.

He pulled it pack to reveal two large, rounded, orange, eyes.

"The Organization may indeed be small now, but they are strong are they not?"

Droxul asked, still not looking up from his pile of wealth. No one answered.

"We are also the opposite of them, are we not?"

Again, no one answered.

"What chance do we have then? You cant just let one or three people tangle with the few survivors, we would be leading our own to their graves."

[Phantom Roxas]

OoC: Lol, great job with your Reverse Nobodies, all of you. I lol'd at Noixez having pink hair.

 

IC: Saxor stroked his chin, pondering Enexral and Droxul's questions, ignoring Xymed.

 

"Enexral, just because we are their opposites does not mean that that greatly outmatch us. Of the sole survivors, Larxene is the only competent one, so I suppose I shall sympathize with your worry. I suppose we have searched for them long enough. It is time for us to take a new course of action. However, Xymed, since you claim to know so much of "Prey", I expect you to eliminate Demyx by the end of the month."

 

With a flick of his wrist, a coin vanished from Droxul's pile and into Saxor's hand. It was a single coin, but Droxul would undoubtedly notice it. Saxor needed some entertainment, and Droxul's overprotective nature of his money was simply satisfying.

[Zexaeon]

Noixez looked on with a lop-sided look, dissatisfied with having been ignored. That was no way to treat him! After all, the man thrived on attnetion.

 

"I'll do it!" he piped up suddenly, grinning in broad, self-satisfaction at having been the first to think of this awesome idea. "If Enexral can't do it, I will! Leave it to me, boss man, I'll track down Larxene and kill her myself!" he announced loudly to the entire room, making sure everyone heard him.

 

Nearby, silently pondering the situation, Nexev allowed a small sigh to escape him. Typical behavior from Noixez. The man was probably the most predictable person in the world - it was that one aspect that was truly the most opposite style of behavior compared to his other self.

 

Rather disappointing that Zexion was already dead. Nexev would have liked to match whits against him.

---

To be quite honest, Zexion wished he was dead. Or at the very least, more dead than he was right now. It would spare him this anguish, that much was for sure.

 

For reasons he still did not know (and in his current state, would likely never be able to find out), he still found himself, day by day, drifting through the pavilian of Light and Darkness.

 

Ghost was the only word he could think of to represent his situation. Initially he had just assumed it was because he had regrets - but those regrets had been fully satisfied when he, along with all the other Ghosts, had vanquished Zero.

 

Zexion hadn't seen one of them, not one, since then. His only company, eternally it seemed, was the fellow Ghost of a Dark-Skinned woman with a perpetually annoying smirk on her face.

 

Another thing Zexion didn't know, and probably never would know, was why she was still around.

---

Not since the day of Zero's death had he found a single solitary moment of peace. She was always there. During the brief periods of time when his soul (he could only speculate) flickered out into a sort of "sleep", she haunted his dreams (Ghosts could dream? and furthermore, they could haunt other Ghosts?). When he awoke, she was always still there.

 

Zexion truly wished he could just pass on already. Go back to Kingdom Hearts. Fade into Nothingness like he was supposed to be doing. This was all wrong. And she didn;t make it any better.

 

"Whatcha thinking about, Zexy?" Vilayna asked snakily, drifting up to her fellow Ghost's side as she surveyed the scenery. They were in some Island World right now. She didn't really know where it was. Not clearly, anyway. Her memory was pretty fuzzy these days.

 

"The same thing as always."

 

"Oh my. Any progress?"

 

"There never is. Everytime I feel like I'm about to think of something, my mind goes blank."

 

"That's probably becaujse you're a Ghost."

 

"Don't remind me."

---

He let out a whispy, ghostly sigh. "I can't even remember how long it's been since I died anymore. My memories seem to blur more and more with each passing day. And the worst part is that I can't do a thing about it. And I have you for company."

 

"Awww. That's a Heartless thing to say. Oh, oops. Heheheh." Reaching out toward, she grabbed ahold of his cheeks and began to stretch and contort his face into various shapes.

 

She often did this for fun. Zexion had long since grown tired of bothering with resistence anymore, and sat still while his ghostly malleability played the role of toy to this woman who was probably almost as bored with the afterlife as he was.

 

"Something has to change..." he mumbled.

[Skuldur]

OOC: So Lexa is predictable, cruel, nervous and despises Saxor?

 

Lexa jumped in his chair when he heard Saxor address him.

 

"What do you want now!?"

 

He stared at the man he hated so much and listened lightly to what he had to say. He hated being the opposite of Axel. He wanted to be carefree, but he couldn't.

 

"I see." He said after having listened to Saxor go on and on for what seemed like 3 hours.

 

"I'll drown him, freeze him and then break the pieces and use them to cool myself!"

 

He picked up his two poles, one had the element of water, the other of ice."

 

"I'll go only if Enexral and Xymed come with me. I'm kind of nervous about using the portal."

 

OOC: It's really hard making an opposite of Axel. >.>

[Phantom Roxas]

Saxor found Noixez quite annoying, but at least he was willing to get the job done.

 

"Very well, Noixez. I trust that you will not fail in this matter."

 

When Lexa finally answered, Saxor gave a command. "I see. The three of you will go and find Axel. That still leaves the matter of Xymed to be addressed."

[Luxlord]

Droxul counted his coins to be sure there was 1,786 of them. He only counted 1,785 of them.

 

"Alright!" He shouted. "Where is my other gold coin!?"

 

Droxul began sniffing the floor, he is able to smell money much like Mr. Krabs. He began to sniff everyone until he came to Saxor.

"Sir! If it were anyone else I'd have to kill them. But since it was you, I will have to ask nicely for my coin back! You KNOW what happens when someone steals my money, and I'm going to ask nicely only once... Give, me, the coin..."

[Phantom Roxas]

Saxor chuckled at Droxul's predictable response.

 

"Here you go Droxul. I promise you that you will receive more money if you slay Demyx. He is having a concert soon, and if you kill all in attendance, you can have every last coin."

[Luxlord]

One of Droxul's eyebrow's rose.

"Kill Demyx and everyone at the concert?" He asked. "I wont even break a sweat..."

Droxul made a portal appear, and made all his coins vanish.

"Oh, by the by, where is this concert?" He asked with one foot already in the portal.

[Davok]

A suddenly, glaring glow erupted from Xymed's bloodred eyes. It brightened, changing into thousands of shades, his dark fanged grin disappeared, leaving only a spiked scowl. His neverending blinking red gaze stared unblinkingly from Saxor to Droxul. Then suddenly his grin returned, the white of his perfect fangs and mouth stretching upwards. Then suddenly he released a cackle, shrilling and metallic like chalk grating against a board. His then stared straight upwards at Saxor.

 

"Typical."

 

Suddenly, the shadows of both the Coalition's members and the objects which held them began stretching bending towards.

 

"Let me tell you a story, oh Great Superior."

 

The shadows were touching the soles of the Reverse Nobody's black boots now.

 

"Once upon a time, a Heartless came to being. This Heartless was strong. In fact, he was almost human."

 

Suddenly, impossibly, the shadows began rising and encircling Xymed.

 

"This Heartless once seized Kingdom Hearts. You know that? But a group of Nobodies stopped him. But one of those Nobodies had darkness inside of him."

 

The shadows began swirling around his legs like a tornado.

 

"This darkness- Oh god it was wondrous. It drew so near to Kingdom Hearts, it finally was brought shape by the mere touch of this Great Heartless."

 

The shadows were not wrapping around his legs, ascending upwards toward his body.

 

"But this darknesss, it was too defective, too irrational. It died. Killed. But you know what was the real miracle, Superior?"

 

The shadows were wrapping around his entire body, tightening themselves like a straitjacket. Suddenly, the shadows started wrapping around his head, his fangs tightened by the dark bonds.

 

"Something new was born."

 

And suddenly, in a swirl of darkness, he exploded.

[Phantom Roxas]

OoC: I'll wait for Davok to post before I answer. I don't want to god mod for Demyx too much.

 

IC:

 

Before Saxor could answer Droxul's question, Xymed began to rave like the psychopath he was. The explosion mattered little to Saxor, and it was up to everyone else to deal with it themselves.

[Nexev]

Nexev often had remarks of his remarkably similar appearance to Vexen, the only difference being him being 5 centimeters taller. Nexev always took this as a complement as Nexev designed this suit to resemble his double. But then again why was he copying Vexen anyway? Perhaps it was a way to express his supiriority, showing that he is like Vexen but stronger. Perhaps it's because he knew that since no one paid attention to Vexen he could pass of as Vexen to the Organization (who probbaly forgot that Vexen was dead). Then again they probbaly forgot who Vexen was....

 

Nexev's train of thought went to a screeching halt due to Xymed's childish and rather rude desicion to make the darkness combust. But how can darkness explode as it is lack of light? Can the absence of something really be capable of exploding? He would have to look at DiZ and Ansem's notes again. (conveniently stolen by him when no one was looking)

 

But before he got himself carried away he had to make a point.

 

"Xymed, honestly" Nexev sighed "Do you really have to engage in exploding, the story is nice and all but the explosion overdid your attempt at dramatic flair and makes it appeared you just killled yourself. Also you must really consider before you do things like this: what conventional use would exploding have..."

 

Suddenly the flame f inspiration was lit in his brain illuminating the crevice of his mind with its glow. He pulled a hair from his head, causing it to straighten and he started writing with the hair much as if it were a pen. Using his own right arm as his canvas, he painted a beautiful diagram of a generator that converted the excess energy created through the use of darkness into containable energy. But wait, there was a mathmatical flaw, curse his lack of an eraser!

 

Oblivious to the world Nexev redid his diagram, failing again in again until, left with no room on his sleeves. He undressed and drew it on his thigh. And this time it was perfect. Sighing with content he he relaxed, forgetting the fact that he has yet to put his robe back on.

[Luxlord]

Droxul looked at Nexev, his eyes wide and dubfounded, his position had not changed since he first asked Saxor where the concert was. He slowly turned to Saxor.

 

"A-n-y-w-a-y... Where did you say the concer was?"

 

After a long speechless pause, he asked again, you could hear the impatience in his voice this time.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

Ooc: what shall I do?

[Phantom Roxas]

OoC: First, I'd prefer if Davok was posting something like Demyx preparing for the concert.

[Zexaeon]

Noixez quirked an eyebrow, aiming a quizzical look at Droxul. "Are you really that useless? Man oh man, there just isn't anyone here as great as I am! Hahahaha! Well, if you'd been paying attention to boss man's announcements at our recent meetings, instead of always counting that damn money, you'd know that Waterboy is having a concert at the Destiny Islands tonight. Why don't don't you go to school, get some learning."

 

He said in a condescending tone, turning now to the spot next to him, where Xymed had been standing before his little show. He rolled his story around in his ehad for a second before speaking. "More importanly... I wonder what Fang face is up to? Well, anyway! I'm going to take out Thunderjabroni now! Try not to miss me!" he shouted in jubilation as he he swung around on his heel and stepped through his own portal, departing immediately.

 

That way, Droxul wouldn't have time to retort, after all. Noixez loved having the last word. His portal closed in a wisp behind him.