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

[Phantom Roxas]

Saxor mentally applauded Noixez's leave.

 

"There, Droxul. Now, take your leave. I expect success in your mission."

[Luxlord]

Droxul departed into the portal. Not long after he was standing on the shore of Destiny Islands.

He could hear alot of noise comming from a building up ahead. There was a man at the door who was collecting tickets. But there was no line, and Droxul could already hear music playing. The concert had already started. Droxul walked up to the door.

#Sir,# the man said #the concert is already started so I can't let you in, even if you have a ticket...#

Droxul looked at him.

"Oh, I have a ticket, and this ticket will get me in no matter what you say..."

Droxul took out a card and threw it at the man. The card flew into his forehead and killed him instantly. Droxul then proceeded and opened the door and ran inside. He spread his arms out and cards began rapidy flying out of his sleeves, while running down the isle up to the stage.

Jumping on the stage, he looked back at the audience. No one was alive. The only person left in the building besides himself was Demyx. Droxul turned to him and smiled.

"Hello Demyx."

[Davok]

Droxul's calm greeting was rebutted by a sudden blast of purple smoke of very questionable origin. It seemed to suddenly twirl around the Reverse Nobody's face and eyes, sticking to his face like glue, for lack of a very better simile to describe the smoke. Lips curled around the cylindrical source of the weird gas and breathed in, inhaling the smoke and puffing it out in a phallic shaped smoke ring. Above the hazardous waste projector was a set of oval ocean blue eyes, studying carefully the features of Droxul. A spiked, dirty blonde hair style arched above the man's oval shaped head.

 

As he leaned casually against his oceanic blue sitar he casually scratched his armpit, his white tank top making the action almost unnoticeable. His blue, saggy jeans jetted down like a coral formation, bubbling and churning in the waters that held them.

 

His eyes suddenly widened and took out the dark black cigar that protruded the awful purple smoke.

 

"Oh, ah, this? This is prune power, see? Absolutely no harmful qualities whatsoever. I quit, all right?" As if to exemplify this he took another long drag of the peculiar cigar and puffed out a rather inappropriately shaped smoke ring.

 

"Now what do you want from me, purple elephant?"

[Luxlord]

"I'm here to eliminate you!"

Droxul suddenly encircled Demyx with large cards that started spinning around him.

"Your defeat is inevitable! Give-up, and your death shall be swift and painless..."

[Davok]

Upturned eyebrows introduced themselves to the features of the Melodious Nocturne. His sparkling blue eyes suddenly glazed over as he took another long drag of the waste exhuming cigar. The purple smoke danced in the air, procuring more and more phallic imagery from it's dancing smoke rings. He slowly handled his sitar and plucked at a few strings. He then let out a dim smile.

 

"Sorry, already got that poison that kills slowly. That one is more preferable. Heh heh." He wheezed, coughing up a cloud of purple smoke. It twirled around the Nocturne's head, making a sort of hurricane cloud-esque formation. He plucked at more strings. He then turned his heads towards the rapidly advancing enormous razor sharp cards.

 

"Y'know... you kinda remind me of old Luxy." He turned his head upward, as if smiling at the foolishness of the stars. Cackling at an unseen joke, his glazed eyes turned back toward Droxul. He took another drag.

 

"I didn't really know `em, personally, no one did for some reason." Suddenly, Demyx's eyes lit up and he started to dig into his pockets. "Sure liked shiny things. Like quarters. Probably why he gave them all away." Triumphant, Demyx dug out a shining silver quarter and he gazed at it in admiration.

 

At that moment, his fingers slipped and the quarter suddenly fell between the cracks of a gutter.

 

"Darn dragon. Why does he always run from me?"

[Luxlord]

Droxul had watched wide-eyed the second Demyx pulled out the money. He watched it fall into the gutter and his eyes started to glisten. He made the cards rotating around Demyx vanish and he made the quarter fly out of the gutter and into his hand. He then held the quarter by his face and started to stroke it.

"My baby! How could that mean man be so careless!? Well your safe now, and I wont let that happen to you again..."

Droxul made the coin disappear and glared malevolently at Demyx.

"Forget my offer, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer. I'll make you beg for death!"

Droxul lunged at Demyx with both his hands, each one holding a fan of cards.

[Zexaeon]

Zexion's glazed eyes took on a look of mild interest as he gazed upon the scene below him. Inside of a few short moments, amidst a chorus of screams, the cheering eager crowd of what appeared to be an audience had gone forever silenced, doomed to forever sing their songs among the ensemble of the dead.

 

He wasn't entirely sure why he was here, at this stadium. Something told him that he knew the person who was supposed to be playing tonight, and yet, he couldn't seem to put the name to the face.

 

Vilayna had tagged along, as usual, but she seemed to be enjoying the goings on far more than he was. She studied the advances of the aggressor upon the performer with cat-like fascination, her red eyes dancing back and forth between them.

 

"Do you know them?" Zexion asked, suddenly.

 

Vilayna shifted her piercing eyes over to him, flashing a smirk on her ruby lips. "Maybe."

 

Figures. Of course he wouldn't get a straight answer out of her. She always had to play those games.

---

However, something was of immediate interest to the schemer, something far more important than Vilayna and her antagonistic behavior.

 

A portal had appeared just outside the Concert Hall. A portal he easily recognized. And the man who stepped out from it...was himself?

 

No! That was impossible!

 

His appearance seemed to catch the attention of his Dark-skinned companion as well. "My, oh my. Who is that down there?"

 

Upon closer inspection, Zexion could see that it in fact was not him. This person may have looked like him, but he had different hair...and an uncharacteristically cocky grin on his features.

 

 

Noixez took in his surroundings with interest, laughing a bit. "Huh, I just followed her scent... who'd have known she'd be on these islands, too? Alright then, Thunderjabroni, where are you hiding..."

 

He muttered to himself, wandering off amidst the crowd of dead bodies in search of the woman he was supposed to assassinate.

[Phantom Roxas]

Sora was slurping a lemon-lime slurpee. Demyx had personally invited him and Kairi, who was following Sora and drinking a blueberry slurpee, to his concert.

 

"I hope we're not late," Kairi worried.

 

"Don't worry," Sora assured her. "I don't hear that much noise."

 

"That doesn't sound like a good thing. Wouldn't people be cheering in anticipation?"

 

"You make an excellent point despite your being a woman."

 

"I'm your girlfriend."

 

Sora took a long sip from his slurpee. "Oh yeah."

 

Finishing his slurpee, Sora took out his Ultima Weapon. Kairi summoned forth her own Keyblade - Leviathan.

 

"I hope all the moves I showed you paid off," Sora smiled.

 

"Yeah," Kairi answered, but the smile on her face slowly turned into a frown.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

"Oh, I'm just worried about what happened."

 

"Whatever it is, we'll take care of it."

 

Heading back to the Concert Hall, the two of them saw a man with strangely pink hair. Marluxia? No, he was dead, and there was definitely no way he would be back. Sora cast a Reflega spell in the man's both, trying to block him.

[Skuldur]

OOC: Should I introduce Axel now? =o

[Phantom Roxas]

OoC: Yes, please. You can have him wherever you want.

[Larxene]

Larxene, who was currently sleeping back stage at Demyx's concert woke up expecting to hear the beginning of Demyx's concert, but instead only heard what sounded like fighting out on the stage. Demyx was probably just high again and started beating up people in the audience like last time.

 

"Demyx, stop trying to kill people in the audience," she said as she walked out onto the stage. "They aren't trying to steal your teeth, so leave them alone."

 

When she walked onto the stage, she saw Demyx fighting with what she assume to be Luxord's stingy cousin.

 

"...I should really lay off the beer before going to sleep."

[Zexaeon]

Oh. That was annoying. Noixez cocked up a brow, looking at the brown-haired runt with obvious annoyance as the magical Reflega spell surrounded him, cutting him off from his path.

 

"And just what do you think you're doing, Keyblade twerp? Can't you see I'm busy here?" he asked in agitation. "You wanna die?!"

 

 

 

Zexion, meanwhile, took in this new girl who had showed up, that same sense of familiarity coming back to him. Vilayna's hearty giggle beside him told him that she indeed remembered the blonde as well.

 

"And let me guess. You're not going to tell me who anyone is, are you?"

 

"Nope ~"

[Encalade Shinamisu]

Rabgix spoke to Saxor by cellphone.

 

"Hello, Saxor? I thought you might appreciate this, I have taken the privelege of keeping a back up for Droxul. And it appears that Larxene is also here. Not to mention Sora."

 

Rabgix jumped down from high up to the stage and hung up. He held his swords to his side and I'd from the two nobodies. Droxul would have serious trouble.

[Phantom Roxas]

"What is with all these dead people?" Sora asked, running towards the pink-haired man and casting a Firaga spell.

[Zexaeon]

A large grin fixed itself upon Noixez's face as he conjured forth his weapon - a football.

 

"The only dead guy here is you, Keyblade Twerp!"

 

Raising the ball above his head he chucked it forward, spinning it at an incredible velocity.

 

"Go long!" a voice called from Sora, as the world seemed to go silent for a moment. The ball rocketed forward, dashing through the flames of Sora's spell and zooming right past the Keyblade wielder.

 

A second afterward, sound returned to the world in the form of a gigantic "BOOM", the force of the soundwave flinging Sora backwards into Kairi.

 

Noixez smirked, his ball returning to him via telepathic command. "How do ya like that? Now stay down! I have business with Thunderjabroni, not you! I'll kill you in a bit, Twerp!"

 

 

 

Zexion was astounded by the lookalike's seeming lack of ability to use anyone's actual name. It was bothersome.

 

He recoiled a bit at Sora's comment regarding "dead people", but Vilayna only laughed. "He's not talking about us; he's talking about them."

[Phantom Roxas]

Kairi caught Sora in her arms.

 

"What..the hell was that?" Sora asked himself. "A football?"

"He said he's going after Thunderjabroni."

"Sounds like Larxene."

"Should we get Rika?"

"I think she's getting a sex change."

"Again? And I had just gotten used to calling her Rika."

 

OoC: I don't think "Twerp" should be capitalized.

[Zexaeon]

OOC: Twerp is the name Noixez has for Sora - he doesn't call anyone by name. Ever.

[Encalade Shinamisu]

"Smite!"

 

Rabgix pulled two blades and struck at larxene, unexpectedly, while releasing large amounts of energy from his blades. He dashed backwards and followed up by throwing his blade at her and retracting it back to him. He took the blade and stood stance. He dashed forward fast and crosscut at her, and dashed backwards to his left.

 

"Need help Droxul? Or is your money more important than your mission? I'll see to it that these people die. It's even numbers yet again."

 

Rabgix summoned reverse snipers whom wielded short ritual daggers with the nobody symbol upside down and three spikes sticking out the sides. These ninja-like snipers attacked Sora to keep him at bay. Rabgix would help Noixez fight Larxene as Sora was distracted.

[Tsuki ni Mau Majin]

"Oh dear, oh me, oh my. Someone's going to get seriously hurt!" he screeched to himself, watching through a mysterious glass orb, the battle on going between Rabgix, Larxene, Sora, Demyx, and Noiexz.

 

Much unlike his opposite Nobody, Xias was clearly the obsessive worry-wart. Often panicking, he's caused many a mishap. Fortunately he doesn't take anything seriously, and the past million times he's been scolded, he could only grin and giggle. When given an order of assassination (like that he was assigned months before, to rid the world of Riku) he was unlike his Reverse, helpless to have mercy on him.

 

"I'm ever so sorry Riku! How could I have hurt you?" he wondered aloud as the blood trickled from the young boy's innocent face before him. Hugging him tightly, he politely asked, "Could you, maybe, jump off the cliff and do it yourself?"

 

"I certainly hope Noixez doesn't die. He still has my favorite socks," he said pouting, and circling the globe rapidly.

 

Finally he stopped and turned to Saxor. "So, boss man? What happens if they fail? Can I have their wardrobes?" he asked, clapping giddily like the idiot he was.

[Skuldur]

Axel bursted into Demyx's dressing room.

 

"Demyyyy, I just want to congratulate you on your performance. Those scream like songs were wonderful."

 

Axel was obviously drunk and he tented to get pretty strange when he was drunk. He ignored the pink haired man and proceeded to walk over to Larxene. He leaned (sp?) against her and looked her straight in the eye.

 

"Hey baby, I think I'm going to accept your offer and go out with you on my magic carpet."

 

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"I'm me, again!" Riku cheered with you.

 

He wallopped across down and was heading for the concert. Suddenly a man appeared in front of him. He kind of looked like Axel, but there was something strange. The man turned to him and Riku could see his twisted face. The man smirked and dashed over to Riku. He pulled out a small knife he had been carrying and put it up against the scared boy.

 

"Where's Axel?"

 

"He's probably at the concert along with the others."

 

"Thanks for the info. Since you co-operated, I'll only cut you once." He said as he cut deeply into Riku's chest. Then he headed towards the concert.

 

"Who was that man?"

[Larxene]

Ooc: Uhm...the Reverse Axel would probably be nice, incompetent, and a bit stupid.

[Zexaeon]

OOC: Yeah...

 

Also, DD, you need to wait for a response. You can't just say "My character did this, then this, then this, then this," without waiting for an enemy response. Your post seems to just assume Larxene would have been standing there the whole time, just taking your attacks.

 

 

 

Noixez had to sigh. Of COURSE this couldn't be simple. He just HAD to share his spotlight with Tightwad and Ninja Noob. Well! He would just have to outshine them both!

 

Taking command of the circuit box nearby the stage, he smiled as he inputted a new program, drumming away at the keys before finally leaping up onto the stage.

 

"Attention!" he called, his voice booming with his power over sound. Just then, his program activated, and a spotlight shone down on him. "I am Noixez! Remember that name! It's the name of the man who will kill you!"

 

As per his program, all the lights in the stadium sauddenly overcharged with electricity, shattering into shards of glass that rained down upon all present 9including his allies).

---

They'll be fiiiiiiine he thought as he turned his attention to Larxene.

 

"Hey there, Thunderjabroni. Wanna dance?"

[Phantom Roxas]

"Noixez?" Sora repeated in confusion. As the glass shards fell down upon him, he cast a Reflega spell around him and Kairi. Sora and Kairi exchanged turns maintaining a barrier, until the glass ceased falling at long last. Letting the barrier around the couple fall, Sora ran towards the mysterious man.

 

"Who are you?" Sora demanded. "You're here for Larxene, aren't you?"

 

Kairi ran off to where the other fights were taking place, only to bump into Riku.

 

"Riku! You're a boy again!"

[Larxene]

Larxene had kicked the sword wielding enemy out of her way when he tried to approach her, knocking him down to the ground a short distance away. When she had turned the other direction, a pink haired man who seemed to be working with the one fighting Demyx and the one that she had just knocked out cold was standing near her.

 

"Ugh...I really didn't feel like dealing with more idiots after I woke up, and you aren't even strong idiots."

[Nexev]

"I hope you will correct that statement for the sake of my colegues dear Larxene."

 

A Corridor of darkness, -though one that apperead grayer ad with a more metalic sound- apperead in the stage as Nexev walked out amid the scene of chaos and flying footballs. Nexev had chosen to don a white robe so he could use it to draw his designs should the occasion present itself. This idea appeared to have been a useful one as the robe was already half covered with sketches. Nexev bowed to Larxene in a manner that seemed mixed with genuine respect and a slight mocking tone. "Greetings Larxene, my name is Nexev."

 

Nexev made use of his hammerspace technology to summon a lazyboy couch from seemingy nowhere. Nexev sat on it, then pulling out a can of Mountain Dew from seeing nowhere. "Don't mind me, I am just trying to find some mechanic inspiration from this fight." Nexev quickly added, fearing a needless confrontation. As an afterthought Nexev raised his can of mountain dew, offering the beverage to Larxene as if she was a friend or aquantince and not a target.

 

ooc: Since I may use this plot point later, Nexev's glasses let him see ghosts. This is because Nexev constantly experiments and would build allot of random inventions solely for the funof it. The ghost seeing device is one of them. Just thought I should say this ahead of time. Also no one liked Vexen since he is stubborn and condesending even to his allies so Nexev is easy to get along with and is friendly to his foes.