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Apr 29, 2007 13:48:27 GMT -5
Post by Axel on Apr 29, 2007 13:48:27 GMT -5
"No more, please, you're ruining the beautiful scenery."
"What's mroe beautiful than Candy Mountain Maaaalyyyy?"
Axel could think of many things he found beautiful, all would most likely nauseate the flower loving assassin. Or atleast cause him to actually go through on some of his threats. But that wasn't the point of the matter. The point of the matter was that Marluxia wasn't playing along. No, the bastard had to go and act all uninterested, like him and Demyx weren't annoying him in the least.
But they had to be. They just had to.
"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...?"
He could only roll his eyes. "Real threatening, Marly," he said, briefly trying to think of the dungeon. Rejects... What were their names? Did it really matter? Were there any really? Probably not. He shrugged mentally before leaning over the back of the couch until his face was close to the pink haired man's. "Like you could really do anything."
Ah, well. It seemed no fun was to be had by bugging Marluxia. At least... not at close range. He tapped Demyx on the shoulder. "C'mon, I say we regroup."
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May 3, 2007 14:43:08 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on May 3, 2007 14:43:08 GMT -5
He lay there graciously and careless as the Melodic Nocturne’s whiney voice found way to the Assassin’s ears. He plucked the petals of a rose impatiently, a rose in which stemmed from his own cells to formulate an entire new body… And while it was no real surprise that the elegant man could bud flowers from his skin, the fact that he was able to stabilize some form of asexual reproduction was mind boggling all on his own… Had he planted that flower, there would always be some part of him left – whether or not it wilted or reseeded and plucked again.
Trailing out of his thoughtful boundary proved somewhat nostalgic, as his lids drooped whilst he mutilated his rose. It smelled sweet, sure, but the thorns pricked his fingers, and angrily, he threw it to the floor. Coming to, now, he sat up, glaring at the clever little pyro who so dangerously dared to test the thornbush.
”Have you no courtesy, Axel?” he smiled, his hands clasping together, holding his chin in a bridge-like manner. ”We’re in a library afterall… And to think… Propriety is most crucial to help an establishment such as this remain as it is—a library.”
The Graceful Assassin, let loose a hand, to pat the empty space beside him. He beckoned for Demyx to come over, now in desperate need to hear a more classical, tranquil tune.
”Play me my favorite, Demyx. I haven’t heard the Fur Elise in awhile… I’m sure a talented boy such as yourself can make it work on a Sitar, no?”
His arms pulled back as his poised fixated itself to a more reasonable and care-free position. He leaned back into the couch, slinking in, waiting for the musician to pull a few strings into to release a long anticipated ‘intelligent’ noise.
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Post by Demyx on May 6, 2007 1:05:03 GMT -5
"C'mon, I say we regroup."
Demyx grinned, immediately knocked out of his uncomfortable state again. "Okay!" He bounced up, clutching his instrument tightly and keeping it close. As he neared Axel, though, Marly gave a brash command: to play Fur Elise. The Nocturne frowned. Surely the petalhead knew that such a tune could not be played well enough on an instrument such as his? He glanced at him suspiciously, alerted to the way Marluxia had spoken those words. It almost sounded like a threat, yet it sounded like a trap at the same time. Since when had that guy ever complimented him for his music?
"No thanks, Marly! I'm sure those books could keep you occupied more than my music ever could! Though..." Smiling complacently, he leaned backwards slightly against Axel. If that pyro moves... And then, just for kicks, he started playing a jaunty country tune, slapping his fingers against the strings to make a purposeful screeching sound, and he began yodelling.
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May 13, 2007 8:43:41 GMT -5
Post by RoXaS on May 13, 2007 8:43:41 GMT -5
A shorter hooded figure approached the open doorway to the library, with full intention to go in, but upon seeing the group gathered he seemed to titter some. Was getting that dictionary really worth having to be involved with whatever looked like a rather foul-mooded Marluxia and the obvious two catalysts that brought that state of mind by... uhm... yodeling? And since when was noi-... music allowed in the library anyway?
Roxas was beginning to think Organization XIII wasn't exactly a good place to grow up... well, not like he actually would either way, considering he was a Nobody...
He glanced over at the far shelves in the grammatical section, frown drawing on his shadowed forhead while he pondered what to do. Come later? Go now anyway? ... I never really can make up my mind. Cursed apathy...
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May 13, 2007 13:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Axel on May 13, 2007 13:09:32 GMT -5
Axel chuckled as Demyx turn down Marluxia's command and began yodeling instead. He wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders losely, not wanting to disrupt the fine sounds he was making in any way. The water sprite was creative, oh he would give him that. Marly was the type to love classical music, not this yelling. He smirked, pondering as to whether or not he should get one of those sherpa critters he heard about and place it in Marluxia's room.
He tensed, feeling a feeling he only kind of felt when around one person. He didn't understand it, but he always just knew when the kid was around. "Roxas! Come and join us!" He called out, glancing over his shoulder as he tried to spy the other before he could run off.
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May 13, 2007 15:23:39 GMT -5
Post by RoXaS on May 13, 2007 15:23:39 GMT -5
"Roxas! Come and join us!"
He snapped out of his thoughts, deftly realizing his indecisiveness had chosen for him. And even though Axel was grinning at him with all of his cheeky charm, he didn't really have to think twice about his decision. One look at Marluxia's expression and he wished he was in another place, hell, in another time. But since he'd already been spotted he decided he could as well take that fated dictionary with him... after all, what were the chances of XI staring a killing spree here? As far as Roxas knew, he loved the books too much to put them under a risk of any sort...
"No, thank you," he retorted evenly, "I just need a book and I'll be on my way." Had he had a heart, he would have probably felt a sting at his best friend 'having fun' with others without him... but like this of course it was just a thought. But it was a thought that really bugged him, however. He turned towards the afore spotted grammar shelves, drawing his hood back once layers of wood and paper shielded him out of view.
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May 19, 2007 16:53:40 GMT -5
Post by Marluxia on May 19, 2007 16:53:40 GMT -5
He rubbed his temples, irritated at the loud beckoning noise his fellow room-mates sputtered from their mouths and instruments. Being a man of a class, the botanist’s level of tolerance for the two’s whacky-whimsical annoyances was quite low, and it wouldn’t be long now before he’d actually do something about it… In fact, it wouldn’t be long at all—his hand found way to summon his scythe and, quite forcefully, swung in forward as a warning to the two imbeciles wrecking havoc.
”I’ve heard enough out you… Why don’t you go and have a nice man party in Zexion’s bedroom—I’m sure he’ll love that.”
And as against that kind of sarcastic drawling as he was, he wouldn’t hesitate to coat his words with that simple satire. They knew damn well how sensitive he was to primitive behavior and there was no way in hell he was going to allow them to get to him any longer…
Leaning back into the couch, he couldn’t help but notice Roxas’ shuffling figure out of the corner of his eye. The was, simply put, another calm-minded and rather mellow nobody. He came to retrieve a book—looked hesitant but proceeded anyway until Axel called him out. Marluxia’s eye raised and, naturally, would contest and pyro’s offer with a bit of civilized play….
”Roxas… How ‘bout a game of chess?”
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