Marluxia
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The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
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Apr 25, 2007 21:13:41 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 25, 2007 21:13:41 GMT -5
A good day it was today, if you could call this day a day.
Castle Oblivion, far off onto the eastern side of a vast perimeter with nothing but bare valley, was but a sanct to host those few of Organization XIII, which chose this as their prime headquarters. Among them was the dungeon master, Marluxia, and behind him a parading wind of flower petals – rose, cherry blossom and the occasional tulip would trail along to emulate his tracks. Through the halls, he would often travel, high upon the final floor at the tower of the building. It was here that the rooms were made of a more personalized interior; for their sake, anyhow. To the right was a Library, rich in books and literature that had an alluring rift upon them; and to the left was the Security Chambre – simply a locked door with a ton of monitors behind it. Up ahead was the grande hall to which they’d all grown accustomed. These three dorms were the main chambers of the Castle, and the largest – every other room was just a bit of individual privacy locked behind marble doors.
Though despite the many grand openings and doorways, Marly chose his destination to be that of the Library. It was a room he considered to house only the intellectually advanced and logical, perhaps. Flamboyantly pink goodness didn’t keep the man away from a good book, nor alter his morning schedule. So, as usual, he would waltz in, pluck a piece by it’s bind at random, flip the pages and begin to read as he’d waltz back to sit. And he’d done it ever so gracefully to boot.
Leaning against the couch now, his mind began to reflect on things as somewhat of a screening passed his eyes to blind him – not in a literal sense, but in a sense that his comprehension of the beautifully spaced words was all but null now. It had seemed the boy had zoned out.
Yeah… He was off in a daze, now.
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Apr 25, 2007 21:27:52 GMT -5
Post by Demyx on Apr 25, 2007 21:27:52 GMT -5
Twang..
The sound reverberated through the hall, bouncing off the clean white walls and coming back to his ears, causing a smile to plaster itself on his face. He hadn't been to this place in a while: Castle Oblivion. Suurreee, he'd heard about all the stuff No. 11 was doing, running the place like the Superior didn't exist, but he'd never really been here often.
Thus, he was slightly lost.
I mean, how could he memorize all those caverns and tunnels of the Underworld, where it was dark and dusty and rocks fell on one's head, then come here, where everything was pristine and... shiny? Not like Hades gave him enough trouble down there.
Balancing his beloved sitar against his hip as he walked, Demyx plucked a string and enjoyed the sound and the company he had. His beloved instrument was the only thing he had seen since he'd come in, and he'd actually brought it with him. Where was Marluxia? Axel? Larxene? Maybe they're playing pranks on me, he thought, but he really doubted it. None of them he could imagine doing something like that. Humming to himself idly, he suddenly came to a room which smelt rather musky. Poking his head in the doorway, a grin suddenly flashed and he brought himself in full view of what was the Library.
And Marluxia. He was on the couch, reading.
"Hey!"
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Apr 25, 2007 21:52:53 GMT -5
Post by Axel on Apr 25, 2007 21:52:53 GMT -5
Shiny wall... Shiny pillar... Shiny floor... Oh, look! Shiny ceiling! Axel's head hung slightly as he walked along the corridor. What the hell was up with shiny? It was Castle Oblivion for crying out loud. It should be gloom and doom, and while portions were, a good majority was this shiny marble crap. It was very depressing.
Or maybe it was just the current thing for him to take his frustration out on. But what could possibly frustrate the hot head? Much, actually. Not that a lot of it showed often, but a lot frustrated him. Todays source was boredom. Pure and simple, going out of your mind, dear god let a fight break out somewhere boredom.
Axel plus boredom never equalled anything good.
Twang..
The lanky nobody paused, recognizing that sound. But what the hell was Demyx doing here? Not that he minded, thinking the sitar weilding water boy may be able to give him some alleviation to his problem. It was just... unusual.
Ah, screw it.
He trailed the echoing sound to the large, half-opened doors of the library. Libraries... what were with those? Musty, dusty, and dim, what sort of appeal did they hold to anyone? Books, riiiiiiight. Now there wasn't anything wrong with a good book, not even Axel could deny that, browsing the selves half-heartedly as he walked along, but libraries? Give him a good bed any day.
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Marluxia
Soldier
The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
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Apr 25, 2007 22:20:15 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 25, 2007 22:20:15 GMT -5
”Demyx, glad to have you in my company.”
Words would float gently between his lips, as he perused to and fro pages of what seemed to be a fable of a sorts. Of course Marluxia was one to take his time and read through the pages carefully enough to recite the entire thing in a day, but from his perspective he was doing no such thing. Instead, he merely pretended to be perusing, when in reality, he was just thinking to himself.
”Axel.”
As soon as the pyro would arrive on scene, the air turned to be sort of dry and heated – the flower boy’s only irritation. It was no surprise that his eyes would narrow to a glare as soon as he saw Axel’s shuffling figure, poking his way in and carelessly looking over the books like some desperate child at the game story. Disgusting was a word that came to mind, and yet his smirk and feminine charm would not cease to portray his exterior position – he put on a show.
”Roxas keeps his stash on the other side of the Library, Axel.” he chuckled, flipping a page before his eyes even met the end of a paragraph, ”Or perhaps you came only to bother with one of your various complaints… I do get tired Axel, I do I do.”
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Apr 25, 2007 22:43:05 GMT -5
Post by Demyx on Apr 25, 2007 22:43:05 GMT -5
”Demyx, glad to have you in my company.”
Grinning again and advancing into the room, Demyx promptly sat himself down on the arm of the couch, next to Marluxia, and cradled the sitar in his lap. Testing the strings and fiddling with the tuning pegs a little, he swayed. "Would you like me to sing you a song, Marly?" The answer was obvious, but he seemed oblivious to that fact. "Alright!" The blond musician seemed pleased, then started to pluck at the strings.
"I'm a little flower pot mom put out -- no, that's not right."
He paused, frowned, then tried again.
"Five little tulips bright and gay, Let us water them each day. Watch them open in the bright sunlight. Watch them when it is night!"
It was now clear, by the end of the first line, what his intentions were. Darting a glance at the petal-haired guy once the song ended, he promptly scuttled to the other side of the room, still grinning, when he spotted someone rather familiar. "Oh hey, Axel!" Edging around the pyro, Demyx nudged him further into the library, placing him between himself and Marluxia. Water couldn't do anything to spiky rose-thorns, but fire sure could!
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Marluxia
Soldier
The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
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Apr 26, 2007 6:25:46 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 26, 2007 6:25:46 GMT -5
((Lol xD Poor Marly))
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Apr 26, 2007 9:03:23 GMT -5
Post by Axel on Apr 26, 2007 9:03:23 GMT -5
"Roxas keeps his stash on the other side of the Library, Axel. Or perhaps you came only to bother with one of your various complaints... I do get tired Axel, I do I do."
Axel wished he had grabbed one of the books off the shelf, just to have something to twist and burn as Marluxia spoke. There was just something about the flower child he just hated, but what? His feminine looks? His flowing voice and insults? Or maybe just the stick eternally stuck up his ass despite the soft smirk. Well, no matter. All one had to know was that there was just something about the pink haired man Axel just couldn't stand.
"Aw, now don't be like that, Marly," he said, not bothering to hide the cheeky grin Demyx's song brought. "Hey, Dem." was the brief greeting as he strode towards the flower lover, soon taking the place vacated by the sitar weilder. "I was just wandering around and happened upon you. That isn't a crime now is it?"
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Marluxia
Soldier
The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
Posts: 163
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Apr 26, 2007 17:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 26, 2007 17:52:17 GMT -5
The melodic noise flittering about his thinking space had clouded the flower boy’s content and irritable mind. Not that music wasn’t enjoyable – he just hadn’t adapted well to Demyx’s music in particular. In fact, Demyx was a horrible musician, not by sound, but by soul. One to tempt the heart with tear-jerking beats and rhythm was one to take the same heart, rip it out and shed it’s little pieces all over the floor. In a way, Marluxia hated Demyx for his taunting melodically tunes, and to display this, he’d raise a single hand. One swift gesture would be sure to end it all.
Of course, Axel’s little nickname gag would go ignored this first time. Having dealt with him on numerous occasions, it’d become somewhat of a natural habit to simply let his words fly through him and disallow for their ‘smack-in-the-face’ purpose. Though Marly would admit to this now – he completely lost his desire to read now.
”Must you ruin everything, Axel?” was all he muttered, slamming the book back and setting it to the night-stand beside him. ”Really, I can not discern your purpose for being here – you either, Demyx. Shouldn’t you two be harassing somebody?”
Besides me…
He would allow for a slouching poise at this point in their stay, having his arm rest lazily on the couch’s rest, a hand holding his cheek in place it seemed.
”I’m growing rather bored, but I suppose we can’t please everyone.”
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Apr 27, 2007 22:33:23 GMT -5
Post by Demyx on Apr 27, 2007 22:33:23 GMT -5
"Hey, Dem."
The sitar-boy flashed a smile and hugged his instrument to his side, before stepping out behind Axel and sliding to a stand behind the couch. Marluxia didn't seem to be annoyed at him at all or anything, so he contented himself by humming a soft tune, leaning against the back of the couch.
”Really, I can not discern your purpose for being here – you either, Demyx. Shouldn’t you two be harassing somebody?”
Demyx quirked an eyebrow at Marly curiously, pausing in his little ditty. "If you have another suggestion as to who we can harrass, Maaaarleee," he said, purposefully dragging the name out before continuing, "I'm open! But if you're bored, I can always sing you another song.." He smiled innocently at No. XI, seemingly unaware of any risk he would be taking then. Oh, he was bored too, though. He looked over to Axel for a few long moments, and then went back to humming.
Pity that the others didn't have anything they could amuse themselves with.
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Apr 27, 2007 23:42:53 GMT -5
Post by Axel on Apr 27, 2007 23:42:53 GMT -5
Marluxia's words floated in one ear and out the other. He never really gave a damn to what the pink haired fruit had to said most of the time, so he just let it go. He gave a pout towards Demyx though. Annoy someone else? Perish the thought! Marluxia was a fine target, it was just finding a way to get even more under his skin.
His eyes darted towards the flamboyent man, narrowing in thought as Demyx purposely dragged out his name. Another song sounded like a good thing... hopefully the water sprite would now of it. It would be a great source of amusement if he did.
"Hey, Maaarrrrrrrrrrllllllllllllleeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy.... Let's go to Candy Mountain Marly!!"
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Marluxia
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The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
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Apr 28, 2007 1:40:42 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 28, 2007 1:40:42 GMT -5
”Perhaps dragging your tunes and dance numbers to The Superior would be of my finest suggestions to toss out here. I hear he’s supposed to be popping up around here sometime in the next few days.”
Marly’s fingers curled over themselves, and he’d prop himself up by the chin with his folded hands. Anything to keep him from being so redundant, such as fidgeting his hands or even keeping up casual conversation with the two would be enough. If there was anything that left a distaste on his tongue, it was the repeating of subjects… Simply disgusting.
”Unless you’d rather browse for a book, then be my guest. Though I forewarn you, some people tend to misplace them once they’re returned. Oh, and there may be volumes missing from certain series’ because some people don’t even bother to return them.”
A delicate smile spread across his lips as his gaze stared ahead to Demyx – an innocent party whose soul was possibly more pure than the rest of this clan of ‘villains’ as one would say.
”Go on, go frolick.”
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Apr 28, 2007 2:06:09 GMT -5
Post by Demyx on Apr 28, 2007 2:06:09 GMT -5
Something about the way Marly said his first sentence made Demyx recoil a little, and he paused in a brief second of silence. Fingering the headstock of his sitar, he seemed to suddenly realise that he probably wasn't standing in the best light with the pink guy, and he tilted his head a little in Axel's direction, as if searching for something to say. The words spoken by the Assassin rung in his head. Who didn't return their books? Well, that was rather rude of them! Nothing much else clicked in his head, apart from the fact that he'd rather not see Xemnas at that particular moment, nor read a book.
”Go on, go frolick.”
The command was completely ignored as the water boy suddenly grinned again, catching Axel's words at the last minute. Again, he seemed to have forgotten what he had just realised about his standing with Marluxia, and swung his sitar around and winked at the redhead. Taking a deep breath, he abruptly broke out into some extremely merry song.
"Ohhhhhhhh...! When you’re down and looking for some cheering up, then just head right on up to the Candy Mountain cave --"
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Apr 28, 2007 14:33:58 GMT -5
Post by Axel on Apr 28, 2007 14:33:58 GMT -5
"Go on, go frolick."
Frolick? Who the fuck used that word nowadays? Well, Marluxia obviously, but he always used dead words. Thought they would just confuse people enough to leave him alone. Well, not this time! The Organization just seemed like everyone had a stick shoved up their ass. He personally blamed Xemnas for that, for reason's he did not want to go into.
Sure, even Axel couldn't deny that defeating those brats and getting hearts was an important thing, but couldn't they have some fun while they're at it? Geez, any deader and this place would come before Hades!
"Ohhhhhhhh...! When you’re down and looking for some cheering up, then just head right on up to the Candy Mountain cave --"
He smiled, always glad to see atleast one person that shared his viewpoint. With a slight nudge and a wink to Demyx, he joined in.
"When you get inside you'll find yourself a cheery land, such a happy and joyfilled and perky merry land. They got lollipops and gummy drops and candy things, oh so many things that will brighten up your day--"
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Marluxia
Soldier
The Graceful Assassin
Beauty is only skin deep... Or at least that's what you want to believe.
Posts: 163
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Apr 29, 2007 1:20:21 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on Apr 29, 2007 1:20:21 GMT -5
Scratch that – irritation had settled into this particular prude long before they’d start their little musical fiesta. He’d neglect to show his contempt, though now second thoughts began to race through his mind, as his face now wiped with agitation.
”No more, please, you’re ruining the beautiful scenery”
Though as calm as his deep voice sounded, it was in his expression that showed the true emotion underlying such a façade. Flower petals began to leak from the hood of his coat, as his shifted his position on the couch – legs elevating to invade the vacant space that was left.
”Find something to read or god forbid I’ll make sure both of you are sent to the dungeon with those…. Rejects. What were their names…?”
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Apr 29, 2007 1:51:12 GMT -5
Post by Demyx on Apr 29, 2007 1:51:12 GMT -5
He sung cheerily along with Axel, realising that he'd never heard the redhead sing before, and was just mentioning candy ribbons streaming across the sky when he saw Marly's expression, and soon after...
”No more, please, you’re ruining the beautiful scenery.”
Demyx frowned, perplexed. "What's more beautiful than Candy Mountain, Maaaalyyyy?" The question was posed difficultly: it could be read in at least two ways. Or, at least, heard. Smiling with all the innocence of a sheep, he noted the petals starting to appear, and suppressed a laugh. Honestly, how could that guy expect to be taken seriously when he had petals cascading around his face nearly every second of his life?
”Find something to read or god forbid I’ll make sure both of you are sent to the dungeon with those… Rejects. What were their names…?”
After that, Demyx didn't know what to do. His inside-laughter died, and he looked at Axel, then to Marly, then back to Axel. He didn't want to obey the petalhead, but... that dungeon sure sounded frightening! The slightest of whimpers escaped his lips and he hugged his sitar closer to him in uncomfortable indecision.
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