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Changeykins~ Beloved 17, Naxtis, and I decided to try our hands at RPing out Kingdom Hearts OCs, from Rings. This is what happened. With guest appearances from Vexen and Marluxia...Ya...so um...ya. I actually need to name this, randomly and fast~ And "Run!"
- /Target spotted/ the neurotic red-head thought as she say the short brunet. Number XXIV was hiding behind a white wall, which was like any other in the castle /Mr. Mansex really needs a better sense of color/ a slight sigh to herself before blue eyes locked and she actually did use something Marluxia taught her that was training related instead of about life or manners or flowers. Not that she used her powers for a good, but it was helpful in times when she wanted to get somewhere fast, and at that moment that 'somewhere fast' was behind Naxtis. "Oh, Nax~" she sang softly, wrapping her arms around the other, most likely against her will. Naxtis was at the other end of the hallway, choosing to walk instead of portal. She had been summoned to meet Vexen in the laboratory in ten minutes, so she took her time perusing the halls, memorizing where everything was should she need to get there quickly. Deep in thought, Seventeen didn't realize that Haxalid was behind her until the taller girl's arms were already around her. Gasping, her gloved hands caught each of the other girl's wrists and her head whipped around until large, dark brown eyes glared at bright red hair and light turquoise eyes. "Haxalid, do me a favor and let go," snapped the brunette who was significantly higher in rank, but significantly lower in height. "Do /you/ a favor?" Haxalid laughed softly, instead opting to do the oppose and tighten her grasp around the girl, blue-green eyes staring into brown and the girl smirked. "I think not, shortie~" singing the last word as to just annoy the girl even more. Not even noticing the grasp on her wrists, or maybe she was just to absorbed in annoying the girl to care. Naxtis really didn't want to use force to get her off, but if the ice user needed to, then so be it. "Get off me. Right now," growled the Inquisitor, trying to keep calm and fight her racing pulse and the heat she felt gathering at her cheeks. The neurotic laughed slightly again, half-open pale eyes closing fully. "Nope, shortie~" using a nickname instead of the other girl's name to annoy her all that more. Since they could not 'feel' annoyed, why not annoy people? Besides, Marluxia had shooed her away, she needed some way to amuse herself. Oh, that nickname. Christina had hated it, and Naxtis hated it even more so. Taking the opportunity of Haxalid closing her eyes, the Academic's trainee turned around and shoved her away. "You're asking for it," she grumbled as she turned on her heel and stomped off, "Do that again, and you get your ass handed to you." The Assassin's apprentice stumbled back slightly when the girl shoved her away, green-blue eyes just barely opening again. "That's no way to make friends!" and it probably should have been Naxtis' line and not Haxalid's, yet it was still the redhead yelling it. "Just..." And Naxtis stopped and sighed heavily, tilting her head upward to look at the whitewashed ceiling, "Just don't sneak up on me like that." A second later she turned back aorund and added bitterly, "And stop calling me 'shortie.'" "Fine, fine, Nax, ruin my fun," Haxalid replied, walking up to the girl again, giving no care to 'personal space', hands cupped behind her back. "You are a shortie though, there has to be at least four inches between us." green-blue eyes staring at the other as she smirked lightly again. They were emotionless, so why care about other's emotions if they did not exist, right? "I realize this, Haxalid," groaned Seventeen, looking up at the girl over her eyeglasses that she wore when not on missions. Her Somebody would have gone ballistic over the constant breach of personal space, but at this point the Nobody didn't care; at least now she had some means of defending herself. Using a close-range weapon gave the shorter girl an extensive knowledge of melee combat, and being Vexen's apprentice also gave her fairly strong control over her magic. So the diminutive brunette stood her ground and looked Haxalid straight in the eyes. "Look, I have an assignment I have to take care of, so as much I'd love to stay and talk to you," she said sardonically, "I need to go." "Fine, go play little scientist with Vex," sighed twenty-four, acting like it was only a game and not a mission or assignment or orders, just a came. Since the girl was only trying to amuse herself. She did step back slightly, finding really no 'need' to be so close to the brunet right then. Haxalid was only trying to amuse herself, and most of the others either instantly shooed her away, or gave her some speech she didn't care about before crying... Naxtis seem to actually be able to handle it slightly, or maybe it was just the constant threat that ice easily could defend itself against flowers. The girl was mid-range fighter anyway, so it was probably best not to stand so close to people. "Think about how much of a game it is when we get our hearts back," retorted the brunette, and she was gone, leaving nothing more than a slight chill where she had once stood. She reappeared downstairs, the cold air hitting her in the face and lightly fluttering her long, dark hair. "Naxtis, quit standing there and get over here," Vexen called to her as he rushed to a lab bench and started making numerous slides, dropping a sample of each specimen onto the glass. "We've been unexpectedly set back, so hurry. Grab two microscopes and bring them here. I trust that you have your notes on hand?" "Yes, I do," the Inquisitor replied, retrieving the equipment and plugging them in while she withdrew her notebook from her pocket. ---------------------------- About three hours later Naxtis raised her arms over her head and stretched. "That's about all we can do for the time being," stated the blond who was nearly a foot and a half taller than his apprentice. "We're still a bit behind, but not by much. Good work." He removed the hairtie he had been wearing, letting his hair fall back past his shoulders. "I would help you clean up today, but I have to be someplace else right now. If you need anything, Zexion should be in his room." With that the portal swooshed shut and the Academic was gone, leaving Naxtis alone. "But I don't want my heart back..." the redhead mumbled once the brunette had left. The neurotic had all intention of dying once there seemed to be no more use to her, which really would just be when Marluxia grew bored of her presence... The girl going back to wondering the halls for anyone else she saw fit to amuse her. Be it one of the second ring or first. The girl really did not care, eventually finding herself in the grey area where Demyx was. Not really in the mood to deal with him either crying or acting oddly serious she plopped down on a couch and fell asleep, if the Assassin really needed her he could find her himself. ----------------------------------------- The Assassin had found her, and about an hour into her 'nap', which was not abnormal. Neither was the reason, which included working on her actually summoning her scythe instead of her mirror, and pruning his garden a bit. Of all the people to be stuck with she was with a pansy, one who would much rather talk about tea than actually train with her. Within an hour the flower had grown also bored of her, which really was on the basis of she was female and little use to him, and that spending time with her was 'obeying Xemnas' orders' or something weird like that. So he has simply patted her on the head like normal with a slightly, "I have something else to do, Haxalid. Do try to make friends." before leaving in a portal and the redhead once again to figure out how to use a portal to get out of Marluxia's garden. Controlling darkness really was not her strong suit... Naxtis continued cleaning up, every now and then answering a notice or a call from another member asking for Vexen, and obviously she didn't know. It was taking awhile, and she would have gotten Zexion's help, but a few hints told her not to go near Six's room. In any case, it gave her time to think and daydream about things as they appeared in her mind, in no particular order. Eventually Haxalid did get a portal to work for her, portalling back into the castle, but that was all she really could be positive about with all these white walls. So it really was just a random corridor to her, since the only things that ever seemed labeled in the place where their 'bedrooms', and even than they were usually near and each and easy to figure out. Her only guess was that it was one of the lower floors in the place, it somehow seemed lighter lit, or maybe it just seemed that way before she had just been outside. Either way, back to aimlessly wondering the hallways till she actually had something she was meant to do. Satisfied with the lab, Naxtis locked up what needed to be and portaled to the first floor where the kitchen was; the girl was tired and really needed something to eat. Walking through the hallway, she was flipping through her notes so she couldn't see the redhead around the corner. The redhead figured she was on the first floor really only because she could not find stairs leading further down. Thirteen levels, thirteen white all same seeming levels, and the girl sighed to herself. Haxalid's blue-green eyes were set on the ground, not watching where she was going anymore. Most people did seem to just portal to place, so actually finding someone while walking the halls seemed rare, go figure. Not at all noticing the short brunet she was about to run into. /This data seems off, somehow,/ thought Naxtis as she kept walking, tapping her lips with her notebook, /Maybe I just entered the numbers incorrectly.../ She kept walking, staring blankly at the white floor, white floor, white floor, white floor, black floor--wait, black? Realizing too late, she crashed into Haxalid head-on, falling back onto her bottom with a yelp and a small curse under her breath. /Someone amuse me...damn, I'd rather be on a mission.../ the neurotic thought as she boringly walked the hallways, blue-green eyes barely open, not even noticing or caring to when the white floor wasn't white and wait, why was she falling slightly backwards? Sure, she could be clumsy, but not walk into a wall-not a wall, the collision still had been enough to make her fall backwards but quickly stop herself with her hands by reflex, using her speed again. "You okay?" for once actually sounding concerned, but it was really just to be polite. "What?" asked the slightly-disoriented female, blushing out of embarrassment for not being aware of her surroundings. "Yeah, I'm fine..." She stood, brushed off her coat, and breezed by the other girl, just wanting to be away from such an awkward situation. "Tsk, rude," Haxalid mumbled as she stood slowly, thankful for her gloves for a moment, as she brushed off her cloak just to help it fall really into place, just like the way she flipped her hair slightly. She was not letting a chance for amusement slip away though, so she was instantly fallowing after the other girl. "Nax, wait up." The brunette groaned and increased her walking pace, her small, quick steps echoing in the hallway. "Look, I'm sorry," she said as she pushed open the doors to the empty kitchen. "I wasn't looking where I was walking. Oh well. My mistake." She still had no idea why Haxalid still chose to follow her. "Doesn't Marluxia need you for something?" The redhead instantly looked to the side when she heard her teacher's name, making sure not to run into the kitchen doors first and actually fallow after the girl correctly. Even if she was very similar to the rose they actually did not get along all that well, or more so, she just felt in the way most of the time. So with a sigh she actually did apologize, it was only a polite gesture after all, no emotion needed, "Ya, it's my fault also. So I'm sorry..." flicking the right side of her hair behind her ear for a moment in boredom, "And about Marlu, no, he shoved me off and gave me the order to 'make friends'. Whatever that means. Besides, you're here and not with Vexen, so he's probably 'busy' now." "Actually, you're right..." replied Naxtis, grabbing an apple and washing it in the sink. "And he didn't even tell me this time; it really must have been something important. But some other members were asking for him a few minutes ago, and I can't do anything to help them myself since there are still some things Vexen won't let me do without his supervision." The Inquisitor leaned back against the counter and took a bite out of the fruit, adjusting her glasses with her other hand. "So I'm guessing Marluxia unexpectedly, too? This is interesting..." Her brow furrowed in thought and her gloved fingers quietly drummed upon a cabinet door. "Heh, yes, very 'important'," Haxalid responded with a smirk, walking over to the small table in the kitchen area and sitting down, flipping a chair around to sit in it backwards. "Actually, Marlu usually leaves around this time. I'm kind of use to it. I don't really care about the reason even; it's usually to see Vex or Larx if you're wondering." she ended with a sigh, setting her head against the chair, gloved hands curling around the top of it, blue-green eyes barely open. "This castle really is boring..." "But that's odd, Marluxia didn't stop by the laboratory to find out where he was," responded the brunette, completely oblivious to what Haxalid was implying; she barely even knew that many of the Organization's First Ring were gay or had multiple bedmates. "Yeah...it can be boring. It's either boring or extremely strenuous; I was working nonstop in the basement for three hours with rare and potentially harmful substances." Haxalid could not help but laugh hearing the girl's statement, "Are you dense or just innocent?!" yelling her statement in between laughs, blue eyes closed, but her left hand did move to politely cover her mouth. Marluxia's yelling at her to 'be a lady' did work to some level. "Of course Marlu wouldn't go to Vex's lab, or at least he wouldn't let you see him, you-you really don't know, do you?" and the red-head was back to laughing instead of speaking, because it seemed just so obvious to her what kind of relationship Vexen and Marluxia had, even without the assassin telling her without a second thought. "Huh?" asked Seventeen, giving the Twenty-Four a confused look. She thought about it for a little while before she almost choked on her apple. "Wait...they're gay?" Naxtis asked in wonderment, trying not to look completely disturbed. "And they...?" "Bingo~" Twenty-Four sang and pointed to the girl, "I mean I understand not noticing if Vex is, but Marlu's walks around practically screaming 'I'm gay!' even if that guy does-" and she paused, checking herself and looked away. "Never mind, I've said too much." Haxalid sighed, before laughing again, apparently not being able to stop her laughter for long. "It's normal around this place though, apparently." "Even if he does fool around with Larxene, too?" Naxtis guessed at the first sentence, raising an eyebrow. "That was my original thought. Besides," She chucked her apple into the garbage, obviously not in the mood to eat anymore, "I don't really see Marluxia that much." Haxalid nodded slightly, looking up at the shorter girl just slightly before sighing again. "Even if we can't feel it's still not fair to Vex," apparently she cared to some level about the older blond, but most likely only because Marluxia always spoke of him around her. "Ya, Marlu prefers to be scarcely scene, which I find odd, with how vain that rose is." and the girl shrugged before twisting around in her chair to sit correctly, back now to the other girl, "Any way, just come over here, sit." saying it all in a commanding tone she really had no right to use. Naxtis stood her ground, not at all liking the imperious tone of her subordinate's voice. "I'm fine where I am. Thanks," she retorted curtly. In this new environment the girl didn't want to appear an easy target for anyone, so she had quickly grown accustomed to drawing her defenses up around herself as easily as she summoned Permafrost in battle. "Fine, fine, I'm only trying to be polite," Haxalid called, setting her head back against the chair now, "Trying to make friends as ordered." voice softening for a moment before going back to its usual demanding tone, "So sit. You want to know about them, don't you? It's not as if Vex will tell you either, so sit." the red-head was only trying to fallow orders in her own twisted way. It had nothing to do with going after who seemed week or not, it was about availability, something she had picked up from Marluxia quickly. A heavy sigh left Naxtis as she rolled her eyes and quietly walked over to join Haxalid at the table. She sat down, groaning as she realized just how much her legs hurt from standing for three hours in the basement laboratory. "Ow..." Her head fell onto her arms with a thud, her brown hair fanning out over her shoulders and back. The redhead laughed softly and leaned forward, setting her elbows against the table now as she stared at the other girl. "Well, that wasn't smart," stating it manner-of-factually instead of in her usual insulting way. Blue eyes looking at the the brunet's hair, tempted to touch it, but she'd rather not mad the girl any more 'mad' at her than she already seemed to be. "Nax, did you honestly not know?" Naxtis tilted her head to the side, letting one eye glare out over the top of her leather-clad arm. "Like I said," the brunette quipped, "I don't see Marluxia as often as you do, though I do hear about him sometimes from Vexen. Other than that, I really can't tell what orientation Vexen is." She sighed and squeezed her eyes shut before blinking them open again. "But seriously, your mentor's got some serious fidelity issues..." "He's not that bad," Haxalid sighed, momentarily giving in to the urge to touch the other's hair but stopping herself at the last moment, she had leaned over the table, gloved fingers inches away from brown hair. "It's Vex's fault really, for spending too much time in his lab. Marlu's faithful in his own way, but I'm saying this all from Marlu's point of view, so it's biased of course. That and just try asking Vex some times, I'd be amused to know the answer actually." The scientist closed her eyes again and replied, "Why would I? It's none of my business what Vexen does in bed." However, it did explain why she would occasionally hear the blond mumble a name in his sleep or why he would sometimes spend an excessive amount of time in the shower some nights. When Naxtis opened her eyes again she saw the hand coming and asked flatly, "What the hell are you doing?" "You're hair looks really soft, Nax," most likely the only complement she'd ever say to the girl. "It makes me want to touch it." well, she sure took the honest nature from her teacher it seemed also. She did move her hand away though, going back to sitting normally, hands now on her lap. "And don't you want to know? I sure do." The brunette suppressed her embarrassment as she sat back up as well, pushing her long hair back over her shoulders except for the two pieces she liked to keep to the front. "Just the image," Naxtis pronounced with revulsion, "Of anyone--especially him--taking off his clothes just creeps me out. And you're actually /interested/ in this? What's the matter with you?" The girl instantly looked horrified at the sheer thought of Vexen naked, since that is how she took the other girl's words. "No, that's, eww, no. Maybe Zex or Rox, but Vex, no, it's, eww, no! I'm curious in if he's really gay or not, but what he does with it is a no." the girl stated in shock and disgust. Naxtis shivered involuntarily. "I'd rather not see /any/ of them," she stated grimly. "Are you really sure that you'd want to know?" she asked the redhead, "I thought you already knew that they were together." Haxalid shrugged slightly, "Marlu's the type to force people, and Vex seems the type to not really know any better, I mean like he's such a slave to science, and Marlu's a slave to his own drive or something. They balance each other out, in an awkward way..." she was purely speaking her mind now. A very biased mind before she set her hands against the table, sighed, and set her chin against it to, staring at the girl in a more eye-level way now. "If that makes any sense." "I don't think Vexen's that oblivious," replied Naxtis, resting her cheek on her hand and looking down at Haxalid's face, noting how bright her eyes were and how starkly they contrasted with her hair. "I don't think he'd be talking about Marluxia the way he does if he was forced into it." She covered her mouth as she yawned and gingerly stood back up; she was thankful that she had been given low-heeled boots for work like the men rather than the higher heeled female ones. "It's so weird; all of my missions are done, I'm pretty sure, and I can't do any more lab work until he gets back..." "Heh, so Vex does talk about Marlu?" Haxalid asked with a smirk, "Tell me what he says, will you." stating it more like a demand than a request. She was purely curious, since she did always here Marluxia's side of the 'relationship' she could not help but wonder about the other side to it. "Stay, stay," nearly saying that as a request, as if it meant anything as she lifted her head slightly to look at Haxalid better. The brunette looked at Haxalid quizzically and sat back down. "Well, from what I can remember, he doesn't speak badly of Marluxia," she pondered, deep in thought, "But Vexen definitely doesn't gush over him, either. He blushes really easily around him, though; I remember that happening when Marluxia dropped by one day." She looked back up at the other girl. "What have you heard?" "Well that was undetailed," Haxalid sighed, blue-green eyes closing for a moment almost as if in thought, but really just because staring at the girl made her want to touch her, and nothing good could come from that. "Marlu has no problem with gushing over Vex, seriously the kid once went on this ten minute rant about Vex's hair. I think he forgot I was still around, or something." "Really?" asked Naxtis, deciding that she was thirsty. "Sounds like something bordering on obsession to me." She got up at walked around the other girl's seat to get to the refrigerator, unknowingly brushing the back of Haxalid's head with her arm as she passed. The redhead prickled slightly at the other's touch, blaming it on all the 'gay vibes' in the air. "It is obsession," Haxalid tried to state calmly, sitting back up to lean back against her chair. "Marlu is obsessive. It's creepy. Beyond creepy. Just like, I don't understand how he can be /that/ creepy, creepy." arms waving around slightly in front of her by the middle of her statement, as if they helped her thing and form her words in a way. "Hm. I can imagine," replied Seventeen, getting water from the sink. "I've heard the other members talk about Vexen like he's some reclusive pedophile, and it's getting annoying." She came back and sat down at the table again. "I lost count of how many times Xigbar or Larxene has asked if he molests me or something." She grimaced before taking a sip from the glass. "It pisses me off. He treats me pretty well, and I've learned a lot from him." "Heh, well that explains why Marlu hates Zex so much..." mumbled the Neurotic. "Vex does kind of have the appearance of one though, a pedophile I mean. It's not like I spend much time with him, unlike you, but the guy creeps me out...like really. It's part of why I can't /understand/ what Marlu sees in 'im..." she sighed again, seeming to really only do that to express any waver of emotion, staring at the other girl with a slight frown. "Hey, to each their own, I guess," Naxtis shrugged, examining the clear crystal of the glass. "I guess I've gotten used to him. But sometimes if I don't expect it, his eyes just...pierce right through me, you know? It can be a bit unsettling. His height isn't that much of a problem for me anymore." She finished the rest of her water and set the glass down on the drab tabletop. "Do you still feel like sitting here...?" "Ya, it's like they can just see and read everything...it's unsettling." Haxalid responded, blue eyes focusing on the other's girl glass in an attempt to distract herself. "And not really, I only sat down because I was tired." she looked up at the brunet again, "It's strange really, these bodies can't feel emotions, or the mind can't, whichever it is, but they still become tired, that or I'm just suffering from withdrawal," and she shrugged slightly, "As if I understand it." "Fatigue isn't an emotion," Naxtis corrected, obviously well-versed in the nature of hearts by now, "We're only able to feel based on what our memories tell us to feel, but fatigue is a bodily response to overexertion or," She wrinkled her nose, "The effects of a drug. I swear Haxalid, why do you insist on doing stuff like that?" "It's not as if I had an option before," Haxalid sighed, green-blue eyes closing again, "And for the record I haven't been taking any drugs lately." she crossed her arms over the table before setting her chin on them, "I'm glad this place is so white and boring at times, or I'd probably be going even more crazy." "That's what I don't understand," Naxtis mused, lightly biting her bottom lip, "There's a total aversion to color here. No wonder Demyx and Pixeseth gripe about it so much..." She stood and stretched briefly as she always did, arching her back with her arms overhead. "I can't stay in this room anymore," she said more to herself than to Haxalid as she brushed past the other girl to the sink again and rinsed out her glass. "Well, this place was designed by Mr. Mansex, or so I was told. Since we can't feel, we really shouldn't care that the place is so colorless, should we?" Naxtis replied as she pushed her chair back, moving to stand; she had no want to be in this room alone. "Yet, we do care. It's another thing I just don't understand." The Inquisitor repressed a smirk upon hearing the Superior's "alias" and left the kitchen, passing through the doors first. "How long has it been?" mused Naxtis as they walked through the halls. "It's been at least an hour and a half..." The beauty fallowed after, nothing better to do. She shrugged slightly hearing the girl's question, "As if I know." voice back to its uncaring ways as she fallowed the brunet through the halls. "I don't even know what time it was when I left Marlu." "Some help you are," Naxtis harrumphed as she walked on. Suddenly, she realized she'd left her notes downstairs. "Crap, I left something in the lab," she said, stopping and shaking her head. "The stairs are at the end of the hall. You coming?" "I have nothing better to do," Haxalid replied, dismissing the other girl's first statement with ease. She never paid attention to time when in the castle. She found no need to do so, even if she was meant to meet up with Marluxia at certain times, or anyone else, she found no need. So the two quickly descended the stairs, the white halls of the upstairs giving way to the dark, gray stone of the downstairs floors. When they got to the basement lab Naxtis quickly scurried to her worktable, opening the drawers and checking to see if she'd left her notebook on the desk, by the computer, or accidentally filed it away on a shelf. "Uh..." she scratched her head and frowned in thought. "Oh! I think I left it in my room...hold on a second," the brunette realized before turning down a smaller hallway which led to Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion's rooms in additions to the rooms of their apprentices. Haxalid watched Naxtis attempt to find her notebook, holding back and small laughs before opting to actually look around the lab in mild wonderment. The girl very rarely ever was in the place, and even than it was with Marluxia and never for long. "Ya, sure," the red-head mumbled slightly hearing the girl's words, watching her wonder off. This was actually one of the few parts of the castle she had not explored in bored detail, but found it best to actually just stay put and wait. Not to risk running into any one else, by far Zexion. A few minutes later Naxtis returned with her notes, her face pale as she clutched the item to her chest. "I..." she stuttered, at a complete loss for words, "I didn't know...he came back already..." She shivered violently and ducked her head down, shaking it violently. "We need to leave. Now." "Eh, sure," Haxalid replied, lost for a moment in her own thoughts before her mind pieced together the other girl's look and she smirked. Her hands flaring out in front of her in an overly dramatic way, blue-green eyes widening just slightly, "I take it you say somethin' you'd rather not have~" singing her statement in an all knowing way she really should not use. "No shit!" yelled Naxtis, glaring up at Haxalid despite her still-aghast appearance. "We. Need. To leave. Come on!" --------------------------------------------------- "Marluxia, I'm not kidding," Vexen asserted between moans as he tried to stop the other from unzipping his cloak. "I could have sworn that I heard something." He hadn't heard or sensed a portal opening or closing, but he had heard a voice coming from the hallway, followed what seemed like a speedy departure. "Fine, jeeze," sighed Haxalid, noting just how insisted and, well, she actually really couldn't place the 'emotion' since they did not have any, but she sure seemed to fake it well enough. -_____________________________________________- "Ignore it," Marluxia replied, kissing the other's neck, but his hand did freeze on his lover's cloak zipper. "It was probably just your apprentice, or Zexion, or who ever else is in this hallway," since he really did not care about anyone else who had a room near his lover's. He barely gave care enough to learn the other's names. He only cared about getting the blond's attention back on him, biting down on his neck slightly. He honestly did not care if anyone say them together. "Oh please," Naxtis scoffed, looking at the redhead with disdain, "Do you really think that I'd stay behind and watch them? You're insane!" She looked back down the hallway and shivered again. ____________________________________________________ The blond gasped as he tilted his head back, the bite sending a shock down his body. "But what if it's not?" he questioned, grabbing onto Marluxia's hair with one hand. "I won't have my assistant see this, and I certainly won't have Xigbar do what he did again!" "No!" Haxalid yelled back, shaking her head slightly to try to get the thought out of her own head. "I just mean, you have your answer now, don't you?" -____________________________________________________- The pinket winced at the grasp to his hair, freezing for just a moment, before sighing and moving away from his lover. "Fine, be that way. I finally get you alone and you're going to be paranoid, I get it. I'll leave." looking away, and he would have actually fully moved away if it was not for the fact Vexen was holding onto his hair, and he'd rather not have it pulled. Naxtis shook her head. "No, but I was lucky," said the shorter girl. "They were only just starting to take their clothes off..." She trailed off before snapping out of it. "Maybe we should portal this time," she added, opening one up. ________________________________________________________ "No, don't move," Vexen commanded. He fired a chunk of ice at the door to push it shut, then froze the edges of the door to the wall under thick sheets of ice to lock it securely. He glared down at Marluxia and started undoing his own cloak. "Between all of these new assignments and all of these induction ceremonies," he growled as he squirmed out of his leather confinement, "I've waited too damn long. You'd better stay." "Poor you," Haxalid laughed softly, much like Larxene, since who else spent time with Marluxia when it came to training? "Your innocent eyes have been scared forever~" though she did walk over to the girl's side and smiled softly. "Portal would be best though." -__________________________________________________- "I really do /love/ when you're impatient, Vexen," Marluxia smirked, moving to undo his own cloak and fling it to the floor, it really had been too long. "It's going to be a long night," he added as he leaned close to his lover's face, licking the other's lips. Right hand set against he bed, left moving to a now bare chest. It's not because of that," explained Seventeen, eyes downcast, "What scares me is thinking about what I might have seen if I'd passed by a minute or two later." She looked back up at Twenty-Four, "So where are we going?" Twenty-Four shrugged replying "As if I care." since she honestly didn't care, as long as she could get away from the lab that she finally was registering as cold. /I don't know how Marlu handles this/ she thought to herself with a frown. "And grow up, it's perfectly normal. We can't /be/ scared, Nax." "You know what I mean," replied Naxtis, "Any other way of describing it correctly would be too verbose." Before she could hear a muffled cry from down the hall, she walked through the portal and was gone, though she left it open for her colleague to follow through. "Of course," Haxalid mumbled before fallowing after the girl into the portal. She tried her best to ignore the sounds from down the hall; they really were all too familiar from when she was a Somebody.
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Well, a bit of 24/17...sorta. Blame it on theme gay vibes! Really, one day, they may be a yuri couple...one day. Maybe, when Larxene and Marluxia eat Haxalid's brain, and Naxtis...I'm not that sure... Ya... So, random RP!
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I LOVED IT! Chrissy was telling me about this so I'm pretty excited. I was mentioned, really proud! As a critique, there were just a few scattered spelling and/or grammar mistakes which I can understand completely but make sure to eventually find them! Otherwise, loved it. And curse those gay vibes! Goodness Marly and Vex were getting it *on* O.O