Fine Beyond Words [o p e n]

[meow]

ooc;
i hope this is alright. ;3;


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It was a rather splendid day at Destiny Islands; the sky was clear and devoid of clouds, the seagulls cried aloud, and the ocean's undulating waves gently washed onto shore. To put it simply, today was perfect. The whole idea of "peace" seemed so far-fetched, unbelievable. Especially after all the havoc the Heartless and Nobodies had caused - but over here at the Islands, it was untouched, untainted. At least, it was pristine so far. There was no telling when the denizens of the darkness, and those of nothing, would step foot on the grounds of the tranquil world once again. Though it appeared as if a Nobody had already lay grounds on the world, and cheerfully sat on the island's soft sand as he stared at those delicate waves.

With trained, soft aquamarine eyes, the Nobody took account of the way the setting sun spooled fragile, vibrant colours over the ocean's horizon, splaying over the water. They were a mix of flamboyant reds and pinks and purples, coming off as something astounding. It made him wish - if wistfully - that a few clouds could've been seen in the atmosphere; the setting sun usually painted straying clouds with inspiring colours as they did the surface of water. Any aspiring artist could find solace and motivation in nature's natural wonders, especially at that time of day where it entered the border of light and dark. It was a time for dreams to become born, answers to be sought, and a time to find peace in one's innermost self.

That's what the blonde found, as he sighed blissfully after that sinking globe of fire. Combine the serene ambiance and the beautifully painted horizon together, and you got something magnificent. Absently, the pale-faced man brushed aside lingering locks of hair from his vision. It was always to no avail, as those few, stubborn hairs quickly rearranged themselves back to where they had been mere seconds ago. Though it never appeared to bother Demyx, who obviously "tried" to lay them aside out of habit and nothing else. It was as they say: old habits are often hard to rid of. Gloved hands lay clasped together on the man's lap, his legs crossed like an Indian would do.

Unlike the others of the Organization, he was more devastated over being heartless. The whole aspect of it was unfair to him; he couldn't recall what he had done wrong in his previous life to deserve such a fate - a fate of a Nobody. Then again, he had plenty of trouble recalling anything from his life before becoming a Nobody. Yet another injustice brought upon him, and others alike to him. Now, the musician sighed blandly, tilting his head backward to blink up at that slowly darkening sky. Soon enough, it would be darkness' reign, when the moon would finally usurp the sun and things that went bump in the night became animated. Surprisingly, nothing of the sort shocked or frightened him, like it usually did. Perhaps the mood of the Islands was lulling him into a feeling of security, of being safe. Without thinking, Demyx allowed his eyelids to slip over his still eyes; he was far from asleep, however.

Although, time apparently had passed faster than he had expected, never once thinking to wait for him. A cold splash of what could only be a tiny drop of condensed water fell onto the bridge of his nose, startling the mullet-haired Nobody into a more aware state. Nearly jumping up, Demyx glanced skyward, slate-grey clouds obscuring that once peaceful, clear sky of colours. His face brightening, the man did scramble to his feet this time, intentionally reclining his head to allow the steadily increasing downpour to drip onto his face. Having control over the element of water, Demyx had no fear of anything related to the liquid. And now that the rain was beginning to pour harder than ever, the blonde twirled once, laughing once in pure delight. Rain never bothered him: instead of making him grumpy and sour (like it usually effected others), it made him more content and jubilant. Unhesitantingly sticking his tongue out to catch a drop or two of the falling water, like one would do in winter, but to catch a drifting snowflake instead, Demyx made a noise of satisfaction. Now that the rain was starting to thin - being one of those fast-appearing, hastily-ending rainstorms - the Melodious Nocturne smiled, lyrics to a song that seemed to fit flashing through his mind.

I pray for rain to come
And wash away what's made me numb
I pray for a raging storm
To drown what's in me
And the rain comes in the nick of time
I swallow hard cause my throat's been dry
The rain comes beating on my skin
Till I'm washed away - nothing left within
When the rain comes
Your rain comes.

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[Zexion]

<sup>( Hope you don't mind me joining in on this thread, since no one else seems to have joined it and I did kinda want to see what it was like rping with you. Although I doubt I could make an opening post as grand. Lets bypass the inquiry of why Zexion would be wandering around Destiny islands shall we~? If you don't want me in the thread I'd be okay with deleting the post. Well, so far i've done more babbling instead of role playing, We can't have that. )

Unknown -or possibly overlooked- to Demyx, a dark portal assembled itself only a mere three feet away. Swirls of blue black and purple pulling in on themselves to stabilize the dark passageway for the one that had summoned it. Once the door had formed, a black clad figure stepped out of its depths, a hood pulled securely around their features, hiding themselves away from the world. It was as if they had anticipated the rain. That or just a good guess, either option sounded quite plausible.

Zexion had came out to the islands after noticing IX's disappearance from the Castle. On a daily basis he would have left the boy alone, instead of investigating where he had gone. But after such unseemly events as the ones that had occurred at Oblivion, Zexion had been more suspicious of the neophytes then perhaps necessary. It was not to say Demyx as an individual was under much suspicion, but looks can be deceiving. Zexion wasn't willing to trust many at the given moment as it would seem, his senses being damaged by his rather unnecessary death.

True fully, the Schemer didn't share the neophytes enthusiasm for the rain, for a small scowl graced their face. Silently the man stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his very existance -non existance?- like a ghost. With half lidded eyes VI gazed up to the sky, musing on how in even a place so untainted by darkness skies resembled those of The World That Never Was. Or atleast, in the stoic man's eyes it did. Perhaps he was being to close minded? The nocturne didn't seem or notice, seeming quite in touch with his inner child as he span once in the down pour.

The Bluenette waited for the younger nobody to fade into absentmindedness before he lifted his gloved hand to his mouth and hand a noise at the back of his throat, hopefully obtaining IX's attention.

"Good evening, Number IX"</sup>

[meow]

ooc;
oh, well, thanks.
personally, i was starting to think my introduction scared people off or the like. ;c;
no no no, i'd like you to be on the thread. i can't exactly role-play with myself.


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Of course the casual musician never once cared to look over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. The thought never crossed his mind, and he failed to notice the Cloaked Schemer's presence quite thoroughly. Chances were if the blonde had the slightest inclination that Zexion had been there, he wouldn't have dared behaved like he had. The gloomy-looking Nobody wasn't exactly comfortable to be around, seeing as Demyx himself was, most surely, the opposite of the grey-haired teen-ager. Even if he was the shorter, and younger, he was his superior and intimidating in his own way. It was mostly why Demyx disliked lingering around the castle with his comrades; that fact of being placed higher than ranking than him was cause for nervousness, and not just with Zexion.

Now, with the lessening of the rain, the pounding it produced as it made contact with the earth was dim in noise. And that was how Demyx was brought to be aware that Zexion was there, through his clearing of the throat. Biting down on his lip sincerely, the mullet-haired Nobody carefully turned around, as if he could trip over the hem of his cloak from the simple gesture. He didn't need to see the young man's face to know who he was; his drawl was rather easy to recognize. "O-oh. Zexion. It's...a surprise seeing you here." Not really in the mood to be as formal as Zexion usually was - not like he was at all, anyway - Demyx tried for wear a smile. How long had the Schemer been standing there for? Shifting his weight unnecessarily, the Melodious Nocturne removed his wary gaze from the other member to rest it on the ground. Usually, Zexion didn't bother himself by finding out where he went, when he did leave the castle for a breather and some alone time. Did he think he was going to turn his back on them? Or do something just as treacherous? Even if not, Demyx was still suspicious about the fact of the Nobody being here. If not for those reasons, what? Definitely not just to have a cool chat with a lesser member of the Organization.

Certainly not. But then again, the Schemer's motives were hard to decipher at most times. And he had been wrong before.

[Zexion]

<sup>(Of course not, but I guess being able to role play with yourself would be quite the feet. *muses*)

The shorter of the two took this as a good opportunity to pull down his hood - the rain had since lessened so it wouldn't effect his hair to an extreme degree, his expression was calculated and unmoving. Zexion found it intriguing to say in the least that the blond felt it right to act as if he still held the capability to have emotions. He himself saw it as a waste of time, there were better and more important things he could be expending energy on.

The bluenette made a quiet 'mm' sound as he walked forward and closer to the ocean, making sure to stay just out of the great force's reach. The male seemed to drift off into thought as his signature thinking pose went into effect, his attention now seeming to be somewhere else then on IX. The dim light reflecting upon the water's surface was beautiful, it would have made Ienzo stare in awe, but now Zexion has no reason to sadly. So the schemer once again turns to stare down Demyx, his gaze a maybe a little to intense then he intended.

"You do realize the consequences if someone sees you here, correct?" He spoke, his voice almost as blank and impassive as his expression. "As well, no one would know where you were if such an event occurred. How do you plan to escape said situation? What if the key master had been standing behind you in my place?" Is this what Zexion had come here for? Needlessly scolding this neophyte for a betrayal not even probable from the blond? Softly the schemer shook his head, his one visible eye once again staring out into the elegance of the ocean.</sup>

[meow]

ooc;
maybe i should try it some time.

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It may have made no sense whatsoever to Zexion why he attempted to play out emotion, but with Demyx's opinion, he didn't understand why Zexion didn't try. If only a bit. His expression was always bland and indifferent, as if no joy could touch him. Not that it could, but the other male made it seem like he didn't remember those feelings. Or didn't care to. But Demyx...he was afraid that if he didn't try, at least once in a while, he would forget those feelings, and he had forgotten a lot.

The musician was furiously thinking up anything to say, something, anything, but he gave up quickly once he realized Zexion wasn't paying any attention to him at all now. Closely inspecting the Cloaked Schemer, and trailing his gaze, the blonde found that the grey-haired Nobody was staring at the ocean's surface. Perhaps contemplating on the way the water reflected the few light? Maybe, considering that Zexion was putting into effect that familiar, thinking poise. Demyx didn't have the faintest idea why he did, but he figured that if it was him in Zexion's position, he would be doing that gesture to let his hand have something to do as he speculated. Frowning at the shorter male, Demyx soon reared back when number VI placed that inscrutable stare on him.

The bombardment of questions was too much for the musician - and the way that Zexion thrust it upon him didn't help. Spluttering, Demyx vainly scrambled for answers. Anything would do to mollify Zexion. "Well, yes... I'm not sure... W-what...?" Unable to answer the barrage of inquiries from the teen-ager well enough, in that order, the Nocturne sighed, unconsciously running his gloved fingers through his dark, golden hair. "You don't have to be on my case twenty-four seven. Like you would care if any of that happened." Sourly glowering at the musing Nobody, the sitar-wielder dismissed the grey-haired member suddenly, turning his back to him to quietly observe the paopu trees which swayed in the beginning breeze. If Zexion had only come here to irritate him with lectures, well, he was perfectly capable of ignoring him if needed; and if he set his mind to it.

[Zexion]

<sup>A thin eyebrow was lifted questioningly, so Demyx was going to shun him now was he? How mature. Zexion surpressed the eye roll threateningly to occur.

Though remaining nearly fully un-phased by the other's ignorance, Zexion could not avoid the small grimace that replaced his usual apathetic look.

"Perhaps" Zexion began, strolling up and in front of the ninth member, Indigo eyes searching for contact with lighter, aquatic ones. "...I am required to nag you, so you don't get any ideas and turn traitorous like some have proven to be." His tone was throughly serious, perhaps a little irritated. Zexion was quite fed up with the, dare he say, worry that one of his subordinates would back stab him as soon as he turned. "As for the caring if you were to be severely injured or... killed. I imagine I would care if it were that I possessed a heart, but I will assure you that it would be a shame to lose a member." He spoke without blinking once. Hopefully Demyx had thought it necessary to pay attention to what he was saying.

"It would weaken our strength as a whole." Zexion finished off shortly, still finding himself unable to erase the scowl upon his face. For some foreign reason, The schemer was having difficulties hiding something that was fake.</sup>

[meow]

As much as he wanted to pretend that Zexion wasn't there, it wasn't going to happen. But he blamed it all on the fact that his fellow member had come to the decision to step in front of him. If it was to catch his attention and bade him to listen to what was inevitable to be spoken aloud, it worked substantially. Begrudgingly, and not to mention reluctantly, Demyx tilted his head slightly to get a better view of the shorter Nobody, pushing himself inwardly to make eye contact with the Schemer.

Both eyebrows rose in what could be offense, Demyx's irritation enough to match Zexion's at present. "Just because those others turned disloyal doesn't mean I will." Dammit all, did he look like the traitorous sort? And what if he did decide to turn his back on the Organization, anyway? For all he knew, they would be glad to see the back of him. He was useless at fighting - most of the times - and they undoubtedly saw him as a failure. "Why do I find that hard to believe?" As a matter of fact, yes, the blonde did find it hard to believe that the grey-haired teen would care if he got injured, heart or no heart. It wouldn't make a difference. He would need to be hard-pressed, proved to that Zexion's point was valid.

Wrinkling his nose at his superior in rank, the Melodious Nocturne shrugged, waving Zexion off with a dismal hand as he propped his elbow on a crossed arm. "Oh. I see. So the Organization is the only thing that really matters. You only 'care' for the members for that reason - including me. That's what you're trying to say. A whole~" Waving his hands sarcastically in the air, perhaps to mock VI, Demyx huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

[Zexion]

<sup>Now Zexion remembered exactly how annoying the ninth member could actually be, with his sarcastic comments and needless hand movements. But throughout it all, The schemer couldn't help but a little at loss for words at that moment. With a long, almost pained sigh, Zexion rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a brief moment. It would probably be better to be on good terms with the Nocturne, even though his presence might be somewhat exasperating at times. There was no denying his value as a nobody.

Zexion has a look of stress when he opens his eyes once more, sides of his mouth pointing downwards, deep shadows having appeared under dark eyes. It makes him look much older then he actually is, or was, for he had since stopped aging once he became a nobody. VI is quick to conceal the brief flash of false emotion, but he cannot undo what has already been seen.

"Perhaps there is no need for me to suspect you for something you have not done or have not shown any sign of doing." This time Zexion's gaze did anything but land on the teen standing in front of him. "Though I required reassurance... So I could be one hundred percent certain." He supposed this was some form of apology? Except he never really apologized, even as Ienzo, for he found it something that was hard for him to do.</sup>

[meow]

Absently, Demyx blinked at the shorter Nobody, taking notice of his sudden change of expression. Catching sight of such a mere flicker wasn't what you got to see every day, so the Nocturne considered himself lucky to have spotted it, if you could have called that "luck" at all. The corners of his mouth dropping in what you could call a genuine, contemplative frown, the musician momentarily forgot about the grey-haired teen-ager's presence as his thoughts strayed elsewhere. They didn't stay there for long, however.

Demyx jerked himself back to reality in time to actually hear what Zexion was saying and, slowly, the blonde nodded to show that he fully understood what his fellow member had spoken. Really, the Nocturne was grateful that the other Nobody was offering an "apology." Sure, it wasn't a true, honest to goodness apology with heart put into it, but it was the closest to one that any one would get from Zexion, definitely including him. Subtly, Demyx rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging lightly as if to say drop the matter. It didn't matter to him; as long as Zexion wouldn't pester him again about his loyalty or another. "Well...I guess it is hard to trust anyone these days." Sighing ruefully, the blonde-haired musician calmly removed his hovering gaze from the shorter male, instead watching the ocean.

Giving a hum of thought, Demyx asked the Cloaked Schemer an unexpected question. "What do you think of the ocean?"

[Zexion]

<sup>"What do you think of the ocean?"

Needless to say the sudden inquiry caught Zexion off guard. His thoughts whirled as his gaze followed Demyx's, not sure how he should respond to the blond's question. No doubt the answer would be different if he was still Ienzo and possessed his heart. The Bluenette's thoughtful silence remained for a long time -- it seemed like he'd even given up on supply an answer.

"I myself don't have any personal fondness towards the ocean, though Ienzo would have thought it was quite stunning." VI fell quiet once more, his gaze aimed at a shell that had been washed up onto shore. "He was afraid -- afraid of drowning. It's why he never went to see the sea." Out of fear. Ienzo had known how silly his phobia had been, but still failed to shake it off. Zexion didn't fear the ocean, he was a nobody. To bad he could only now appreciate its splendor, when he actually could not anymore.

(.___. It's sorta short... sorry >___< I got a writer's block)</sup>

[meow]

This new knowledge given to him surprised him greatly, and without thinking, the disbelieving musician swung his sights over to the teen-ager beside him. Never had he given thought that Zexion had been afraid of drowning once upon a time, in his days as a Somebody. As Ienzo. Though for someone such as Demyx, it was hard to comprehend such a phobia - toward water, of all things! The idea of drowning wasn't something that plagued him. Nor would it ever: if he wasn't afraid to act like a kid again in a full-out thunderstorm, with the rain falling all around him and lightning a constant threat, then drowning wouldn't be on his to-be-afraid-of list.

Still surprised about this insight into Zexion's past-life (and he marveled at how the grey-haired being could remember that; he remembered nothing himself, personally), Demyx too focused on the forlorn seashell. Taking time to appreciate the beauty of the shell in its simplicity, the Nocturne pondered on his own thoughts. "You may not have any fondness toward the ocean, but I know I do. Maybe it is its sense of mystery, or maybe it's just the simple way the light is reflected off it. I don't know why, but all I do know is that it's something worth seeing, over and over again." Nodding in satisfaction to himself, the soft-faced Nobody quirked his lips up into a small smile. He never tired of the ocean. How could he, when there was always something else to discover?

ooc;
neh, 'tis alright.
can't blame you for writer's block. ^ ^

[Zexion]

<sup>Zexion had no doubt of why the blond haired nobody adored the ocean, it was his element, it was part of his being. Zexion supposed it was much like how he himself enjoyed literature. There was always a feeling(?) of familiarity that filled the stoic teenager whenever he sat down to researched, no matter the subject he never found it boring or tiresome. It was undeniably something left over from Ienzo. One last shred of being that had been spared from the darkness.

The Cloaked schemer now looked up at IX with great curiosity, the boy didn't have any recollection of his past didn't he? Had no idea where he was from, what type of person his other was. It must be maddening, it would have drove Zexion to insanity. Though Demyx seems to be able to live with it, Zexion wonders how much the sitarist thinks about it. Dark pools of Azure study a smiling face, pondering what was going on inside the other's mind.

There is definately more to IX then mets the eye.

(No speech in this one at all D8 only starring... >_<)</sup>