Post by Seymour Guado on Aug 5, 2011 2:09:48 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"I am Maester Seymour Guado."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I shall answer your questions. I was born in Spira on the 10th of October, you will find I am currently 28 years old."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I will have to decline your offer, As I see no point the never ending circle of death shall soon claim as both.."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"You will find that I am proficient with magic both Black and White, truly a force to be reckoned with."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
-laughs softly- "Your flattery is amusing."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"6'1."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I am unlike any other Guado you will see. I have the slenderness of the Guado however my half human blood has allowed me to gain muscle definition unlike that of any other Guado."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Such trivial questions. As a Maester I am always in the publics eyes and must dress so. My elegant robe of the guado design is rather perfect for any occasion."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Seymour Guado"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Your flattery has lost its charm."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I enjoy taking the lives of those who offer them up so easily, the music that played in the woods was always soothing to listen to oh and of course Summoners they are people would should all look to. I have a dislike for those who fill them self with false hope, the teachings of Yevon are lies for we shall never be free of Sin and A blonde haired youth who seemed to want nothing more then to think he could defeat Sin."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Secrets you say, very well I shall tell you. I killed my father Jyscal, he was a deluded old fool and I set him free from the pain of life."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I am the saviour of Spira, I will save the people who suffer in life. I will destroy them, I will save them. For there is no hope left in this world for life, Only the embrace of death will allow you to reach your full power."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Think what you will."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"We do not need a room, if you wish to offer me your life I shall take it right here."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My father Jyscal Guado married a human woman, causing me to be a half-breed of Guado and Human. However My mother was taken from me, forced to become a Fayth so that Spira could live on thinking they could defeat Sin, those fools.."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Both my parents are dead, I am all that is left of their bond."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"This world is filled with horrible things, It is why I must save it. I had the perfect plan it involved Sin and the summoners, all I needed was one summoner at my side. It was then I meet Lady Yuna and took her has my wife, however those guardians of hers came swooping in following the code of the guardian to protect the summoner at all costs. They were rather surprised to see be, as they had come to believe they had killed me. However in Death I became stronger then I ever could be, I joined with Sin and soon I would control him."
"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."
"Embrace the death that shall set you free."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zexion/ King Kuja
age. 19.
rp experience. 3 years
rules. Thundaga, Thundaga...Doublecast Seymour shall have it
rp sample.Bright blue eyes watched the others body cower in fear; he always found it interesting how much Demyx seemed to react to things. Xigbar would have made a joke about his face, Vexen would have glared back, and Larxene would have made a rude comment other members had never done anything to Zexion to be rewarded with such a glare so he could only guess what they would do. But yet Demyx stood before him and by the looks of it wanted to flee, since the sea green eyed nobody remained Zexion took that as a good sign. "Try to remember your manners Demyx, or should we look into getting you an etiquette teacher". The slate haired nobody was never good at defusing a situation even more when he was the one that had seemed to make the situation bad.
He was pleased with the fact that Demyx was an easy person to distract, not in a childish way more of that when a new topic was brought up the other seemed to jump head first into that one and forget about the last topic. Of course not to say Demyx was a complete fool, Zexion had come to see that a little bit. For you see Zexion was a people watcher in some sense, when he wasn't reading in the library or involved in some experiment down in the labs he could be seen around the castle others would assume thinking, plotting or in some cases when he held a book just reading. In truth he was watching the other members interact; you could learn much about someone when they didn't know you were studying them. It was how he knew that Xaldin could cook, or that Luxord could shuffle a deck of cards in over forty different ways.
In those days when Zexion had run into Demyx, the other was always so clumsy and seemed to speak very little and when he did it leaned more to the side of random drabble then proper conversation. Which he had always thought was normal for Number Nine; however on one day he had observed Demyx interacting with a few members that had gathered in the observation room and the youth seemed a lot more capable of forming sentences and moving around the room without making a fool of himself. To Zexion it had always been something he could never figure out, and he so hated when he couldn't figure something out.
The water user’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, he had been paying attention of course never to be confused with outright ignoring the other for his own thoughts Zexion would never succumb to such a thing. "I know too much was all he said, to think he takes my life and doesn't even give me a reason. He used that dam Riku replica Vexen made to do it, as for putting the past behind us I will for now" his signature smirk tugged ta his lips, it was a tell-tale sign that the Cloaked Schemer was doing what he did best scheming.
It was no lie that he had not forgiven Axel, in fact it was far from that and it would remain like that until he felt that Axel had paid enough for what he did. With the current situation with the worlds and the amount of free time he found himself with, he had spent many hours scheming how he could get Axel back for what he did. It made it easier for him to sleep at night, for when he closed his eyes piercing emerald green ones bore into him as he felt the darkness that was him unravel and fade away. It was the nightmare that plagued his mind, even sometimes during the day he could swear when he closed his eyes he could almost see those eyes looking at him. If it wasn't for Demyx speaking up, Zexion might have become lost in his own thoughts for once. "it is pointless to fake them, an insult to your heart by trying to live on without it and I know hugs do not hurt Demyx however a surprise hug does not always go as planned, you could have tripped and knocked me to the floor" his voice did not rise, nor did it fill with anger but Zexion was still frustrated.
As if the dirty blonde couldn't get any more strangers, he seemed to jump right around too happy at the mention of food. The cloaked schemer couldn't help but roll his eyes at the other, to get so excited over something as simple was food was so childish. The forbidden nickname was fell from the water users lips again "Dem-" however before he could finish the others name, he was yet again pulled into another embrace. The warm feeling yet again rose within him, and that urge to hug the other back rose quicker than last time almost like it could remember how much he enjoyed the last one. He swore to himself if he blushed again he would smack Demyx with a book, not hard enough to cause mass amounts of pain just enough to make the other avoid him for an hour or two.
Just like that the blonde dashed over to the door, the energy he had was almost amusing and on any other person Zexion might consider tricking them into the lab to study them a little. However he had promised him Banana bread and Banana bread was what he would get, perhaps another time he could trick Demyx into the lab to study the blonde and his strange habits. Zexion walked past the blonde pushing the door open as he did, he didn't check to see if the other was following him. The current song about Banana bread allowed him to know he was still right behind him; it was almost calming to have the castle filled with voices again.
He walked down the hallways, turning a corner when need be the whole time the music lover behind him sang his song. At the end of the current hallway was another oil painting, he had no idea why Ansem insisted on having paintings of them around the castle. However this one was more of a family painting as you might call it, the rather large painting depicted Ansem in his white lab coat holding the hand of Ienzo who wore a matching lab coat. Eyes of a brighter shade then his own looked back at him, the small smile on his face a reminder of what he once had and what he lost. At least he knew that the kitchen was just around the corner, the kitchen held no such paintings and was free from painful memories.
However it seemed Demyx had other ideas at the moment, for the blonde came rushing past him to stop the slate haired youth before he turned the corner. Gentle fingers took hold of his wrist, and for some reason he didn't pull his hand away he wanted to see what Demyx wanted. His hand came to rest just over the others chest, not touching it just hovering over where the heart should be located. The words the blonde spoke came almost as a shock to him, never had Demyx expressed such a need for his heart before it was almost like Zexion was seeing a new side to the water user. The only thing that was bugging Zexion was the painted eyes that were looking at him, and that smile that he could no longer have almost mocking him. It was why Zexion took a step forward so he stood next to Demyx, pressing his hand onto the others chest as he did so and sure enough there was no heart beat but he didn't remove his hand. "I want my heart back also Demyx, I long to have it back it is why I will always remained loyal to our goal".
Demyx went on to explain about how emotions related to music, how without his heart he felt like his music wasn't what it could be. When he mentioned that you only needed one person to care, Zexion almost wanted to look back at the painting for Ansem had been that one person who cared for him so long ago but those days where far gone. "Your music is loud, annoying, disturbing, constantly waking me and breaking the silence I do so enjoy when I read" he paused for a moment "However the melody and tune is so beautiful that I always welcomed it into my day". He didn't look at the other his eyes remained trained on the kitchen door, he had never said anything like that before and was sure if the other blushed or started hugging him again he himself would start blushing again.
The body beneath his hand moved away, the mood had once again changed thanks to the music lover’s love of Banana Bread. It was almost comical that he could go from something so serious back to the mindset of a child, however Zexion would not complain for he always had found it interesting. He allowed his fellow member his moment to shine, he would not tell the other that the door had always been difficult nor would he move to help him. In truth Zexion was finding it rather amusing to watch, A nobody being defeated by a mere kitchen door it were things like this that should be painted for all to see and remember. When the door did spring open and the other took a stance of victory did things get boring again, however it seemed luck was on Zexion’s side as the door fell from its hinges and smacked the other on the head.
The shorter member began to walk into the kitchen, as he chuckled behind his lips slightly muffled because of his closed mouth but none the less it was the only think remotely emotional Zexion ever did. "Father and I were the only two people who ever did know how to open that thing...." at the mention of his adopted father Zexion stopped the chuckle; he moved around Demyx and walked into the kitchen. With his back turned to the other he removed his long black cloak, folding it carefully over a chair he then removed his elbow length black gloves. The young man wore the black boots that all members wore, tight black pants and a baby blue shirt that clung to his body. It was Ienzo's but due to the fact he always wore clothes much bigger then he needed when he was little they fitted perfectly now. "Now Banana bread".
