Post by Demyx on Jun 1, 2011 23:29:22 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Watch me as I dance under the spotlight-
listen to the people screaming out more, and more
‘Cos I create the feeling that keep ‘em coming back,
Yeah, I create the feeling that keep ‘em coming back,
So captivating when I get it on the floor…!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world. what's your name?"
"Hey there! You’re looking lively! I’m Demyx! I mean-” –pulls out a notecard- “-I was told to use this when ‘addressed’ outside of the Organization.” –sighs- “Man….I’m number nine, the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx, of Organization XIII.”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I don’t remember my birthday, but I like to think I’m a Pisces. Let’s say I’m not old but not young, okay? …aw, do I have to be on someone’s side? Sounds like a lot of fighting…”
[Neutral]
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how ‘bout you and me go on a date?"
"Huh?” –jumps back slightly before waving hands dismissingly- “You’re cool and all but no thanks! I already have someone in mind – no! It’s no one in the Organization so don’t think like that!” –silence- “What? You never asked about the Organization? Aw, man! I just blew it.”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"N-nah! I’m not cut out for combat! I’d much rather do recon missions!"
[Water magic; a little bit of physical..as in running..]
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"A what?" –pauses, places finger to cheek as if in thought- “! Hey now! That’s just plain rude! Don’t call people a horse! It hurts you know!”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five foot and six inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
-jumps out of chair- “I think that was a little uncalled for!” –wiggles uncomfortably at the stare he receives and the sits back down- “Aw, man. I already told you, I have someone else in mind…can we drop this?” [Lean, built for running more than fighting]
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Now that’s better!” –smiles- “Well I pretty much wear the Organization cloak.” –mumbles- “I’d like to wear some more blue…”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"H-hey now! I’m not a celebrity am I?" –pauses– “My name is Demyx! Why are you ignoring me now?”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"O-oh…!" –blinks, before beaming— “It was only a joke!” –laughs–
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Well I like music, and playing my sitar Arpeggio. I like to hum, and prefer relaxing over working. I don’t like to sweat…it makes me want to take a - bubble bath! I like bubble baths, can spend hours taking a bath or showering. Those rubber duckies are cute too! Naturally I like to swim…I don’t like cold weather. People who talk behind other peoples’ backs! And mean people! I don’t like spicy food either!”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a nasty habit of fixing my hair. I hum a lot…I mean a lot! I tend to blast my music too, not many of the members liked that…” –bites at gloved finger- “Speaking of which, where are they?” –perks before looking at the interviewer- “Yeah, I tend to bite my glove and mummer to myself out loud. S-secret? Who said I had one of those!” –tenses, suddenly uneasy- “I-I mean I don’t! I already told you it doesn’t deal with the Organization!”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I guess I’m what you call a coward. Well, sorry I don’t like to fight! I get called lazy too. Taking it easy is just less work, doesn’t mean I’m lazy—wait…”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"We are? Since when?"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing sounds fun! We can do that –“ –jumps back again- “N-nah let’s not talk about rooms!”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
-thinks for a few a moment- "Nope, afraid I don’t remember about that.”
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"If you count Organization XIII as family, then I suppose they’ll do. Right?”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Nah, it’s not that bad! Hehe, well I haven’t done much! Helped (sort of) the Organization in the goal to create ‘Kingdom Hearts’.” –pouts- “But I…lost…now I don’t know what to do in these worlds!”
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"U-uh wait a minute!" –tenses and turns to run- “RUN, RUN AWAY!”
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center][/b]…[/i][/center]name. Zidane, Ziddy, Demyx, DemDem. Whatever ya want!
age. owo You all should know this by now. Right?
rp experience. LONG ENOUGH!
rules. Thundaga! You sure you’re not Larxene?
rp sample.
Her voice was struggling, but held a ruler’s tone nevertheless, as she gave her verdict. Zidane went numb, eyes widen by her words – he couldn’t even find himself man enough to gaze at Dagger. Would she really let this judgment pass fluently without changing her mind? By the silence, and the thin ice on those syllables, it would prove to be the thief would lose his life. Swallowing hard, Zidane failed to rid himself of his dry throat. The blonde could feel his rage returning, swearing to the Gods themselves Kuja had done something to his Dagger. Zidane swore to himself he’d reveal Kuja for the snake he was before the day the blade was taken to him.
Suddenly Kuja took the grand stage, drawing the attention of the crowd. Even Zidane looked up to watch his brother. Gracefully he spoke those intoxicating words, pretending to beg for the death penalty to be lifted. To his surprise Garnet complied and the townsfolk didn’t object to it. Though he despised his own actions, Zidane would be grateful for this moment. His hand was rose to his throat, realizing how close he had come to his own demise. What stung was his own execution was almost delivered by his love.
He was torn from his thoughts as Mikoto’s voice rang clear. Though he was not facing her, he could hear her footfalls approaching. She was hesitating, as if she were maneuvering out away from him on purpose. Slowly he dropped his head to think. Had she followed him during his charge?
Zidane perked at the scrapping of both Mage Mashers as his vision focused on who touched them. Lifting his head he half expected Kuja to be wielding the blades, but found relief when hazy vision fell on Mikoto. This was not the right moment for it, but Zidane forced a small smile to his lips. Judging her posture he could place her struggle with the heavy weapons, but something felt right with Mikoto wielding these particular blades. Maybe Mikoto grew up more than he had expected as she retreated with the weapons in a graceful jump. Though he found himself upset over losing his weapons, he couldn’t help but let his gaze soften. ”You’re…my sister alright…” His tone was soft, not really meant for anyone to hear, despite his strained voice.
The blacksmith would retreat from the small genome, realizing a family dispute from a mile away. Charcoal eyes would cast to Mikoto, along with the crowds, as the blacksmith would watch the weapons. Precaution was always a must with drawn weapons, no matter who wielded them. Zidane felt the fires burn within as she spoke of hope. Kuja knew nothing of hope! How could she even speak such a thing? Even if he defied Garland, Kuja still destroyed Terra and set out for Alexandria – hell, Gaia!
”…” He grinded his teeth and he locked his jaw. Zidane knew his gaze was heated as he locked eyes with Mikoto. Before casting them on Kuja and he tensed. Even Mikoto was under this spell. Why did it seem everyone adored Kuja – did they seriously forget so simply what he had done? Zidane couldn’t be mad at his sister, she was naïve to the world around her no matter what, and it took his willpower not to scream at her.
”…You made Garnet sad.”
His cold eyes instantly went wide, before displaying a pained expression. Zidane dropped his gaze admitting his defeat before attempting an argument. How could he be so stupid? He never even responded to Dagger’s screaming plea not to follow through his actions. Shoulders slouched with his current state. Honestly he did screw up. He corrected himself, he royally screwed up. To Alexandria, he was meant for the death penalty without a second doubt, and by God he felt like he deserved it.
A few strands of blonde casted over his brow, sticking to a bit of sweat that gathered in tiny droplets. Now with Mikoto even on Kuja’s side of the argument, what more could he do? Zidane gave a gaze to the crowd, beneath a blond veil of blonde, realizing how truly alone he was within these castle walls. The tail curled around his waist loosely, as Zidane crisscrossed his arms over his stomach in defense. This blow to the face, along with the physical pain, was more than enough to handle for this moment. Even humiliation when Kuja had previously spoken up. To think, a protagonist receiving help from an antagonist to avoid death – it was another smack to the face.
Mikoto’s shrill made him give a curt nod, understanding her feelings. Wait…slowly he lifted his gaze to his younger sibling. Sure enough, her expression was that of anger. Brows were arched downward, her lips were in a pout, the fur bristling on edge and even her tone was perfect. A dim ray of joy ran through Zidane’s current sadden state. His once emotionless sister was expressing emotion perfectly; even if that emotion was rage for his actions.
This feeling wouldn’t last long as Mikoto retreated back, both weapons left behind, as her tail curling instantly between her fingers. Zidane couldn’t place why, but his little golden haired sibling appeared desperate for something. His eyes trailed to the indent of her fur and realization dawned. So she grew attached to it, had she? Before he knew it, Mikoto had faced the cobblestones below. Zidane felt his own heart skin once he bore witness to a single tear trailing down her cheek.
Grunting, Zidane forced himself to his feet. The crowd’s hushed words were nothing to him, as he held tightly to his injured body. He staggered himself over to her small form, before forcing both arms to wrap around Mikoto. The hug would hurt, but Zidane knew it didn’t matter what he felt, it was Mikoto who needed the support. Once more he would ignore his own needs as his instincts only craved to help others, even if that spelt death to him. A gloved hand ran through Mikoto’s golden locks, as Zidane breathed a murmer,”Don’t cry now.”
Her question was a tough one to answer, but he would give it a shot. In a soft whisper, he gave his best explanation. ”It hurts because ya got attached to it.” A slight wheeze, giving him time to think over his words, ”When ya like somethin’, you tend to want it with you all the time.” Once more he ran a hand through her hair, releasing a small ‘shh’. ”And when ya do lose it, you get sad. When you’re upset ya tend to lose hope and sink into depression. That is why it hurts. And why people cry. But,” He pushed her gently back, and used his pointer finger to make her look at him,”Not all tears sad ones.” A soft, warm, smile graced his lips. ”I’ll tell ya why another time, ‘kay?”
He gave Mikoto another hug, before whispering to her. ”Just promise me ya’ll be strong, alright?” Zidane paused briefly, awaiting her response. Once he was satisfied, he whispered once more. ”Now stay here. I gotta do somethin’ real quick.” With that, he would slip away from the hug, and force himself to walk to the throne. As he advanced he, once again, grasped his abdomen. Boy was he thankful he only would receive bruises and nothing broken.
”Dagger,” he licked his lips before swallowing hard. Why was this suddenly difficult? He took another step forward, staggeringly as pain stung his body; Zidane could force himself to stand before the throne. Slowly he’d let go of his side and extended both arms, allowing all to know he was officially weaponless and defenses were down. However, to the Queen it was meant to symbolize affection since he was asking for her embrace. Desperately Zidane wanted Garnet to run into his arms, to hug and hold him near, and so she could whisper what Kuja had forced her into.
Can't realise,
Hope plays a wicked game with the mind…
Hope plays a wicked game with the mind…
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