Wounded Halves

"Kingdom Hearts... will your strength -never- be mine?" [[Saïx of KH Post-D.D.D. Independent RPing Blog]]

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I see an Organization building...

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 "After meeting so many Saixes is it a surprise I try to note your habits, nicknames and such?" Not that it was creepy in the least.

"Am I blind of the difference when you all look the same? Yes. Unless you make a face one of the others wouldn’t.  Then again I have run into at least ten different versions of you..so. Cut me some slack love?" He pet along the bird’s beak before moving down to Crooked Ascension, “Someone gave me the egg and I hatched it. Apparently they grow quite large and can be formidable."  Not to mention the creature believed he was its mother now..

Xemnas stepped onto the floating piece of building, “Going down." He leaned back as he waited for the other.

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"I... suppose it's not too odd. If you know the nicknames of all my weapons, I will grow to be concerned, however." a small glare, then gives a sharp near-growl.

"It should be obvious with what one says, and how they express themselves. Of the alternates I've run into, they've had the stick much further up their ass; my intent is to shove one up whoever I meet's," weird wording, weirder imagery; but he ignores the thought. 

"Don't call me love, snookums," he watches the bird carefully. He'd heard of chocobos, had the unfortunate incident of meeting some full-sized. They smelled awful, but... perhaps that was only the wild ones, unwashed. As long as it didn't peck him. 

He follows behind quietly, standing beside the other. "Is this really only going to be coffee? Not an interrogation, not going to be drugged?" he grins, eyes lidded as he stares straight forward. "It'll be nice. But possibly boring, I do hope you're a good conversationalist."

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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"You dare mock me." There was a moment where he debated ignoring it but no, he would learn, and then he jerked him forward by the chains and jerked his head back by the grip on his hair. Letting his hair go after a moment, he used the now-free hand to crack him sharply across the face in a backhanded slap. 

He leaned his face close to the Diviner’s, almost close enough to touch noses. “You do not mock me, Saix. Understand? I don’t care what other Xemnases do, but I will not stand for it. I am your Superior and that alone demands some respect."

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"I do," he returns fluidly, a gasp at his hair being pulled. His mouth opens for another snark, but pain helps him decide otherwise. He lets out a groan when slapped, stumbling slightly to the side... but kept in place by those chains.

He should probably bow his head and apologize. ...maybe later. For now...

"A slap?" he grins, chuckling; raising a hand up to push against the other's chest. "I respect those who have earned it, Sir. My Xemnas has earned it, but I don't know if you're mine. Probably not, because mine wouldn't be so weak as to give me a mere backhand for such insults," he stands as tall as he can with those hands on his chains, tilting his head up as to give the illusion of glaring down. "What? Don't tell me that the Master's return has extinguished your fire?" he laughs, hollow and cruel. "Poor little Superior..."

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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He kept the grip tight on the chains, the other hand idly twirling strands of blue around his fingers. Did he let him go… Punish, that voice in his head said. Remind him. He is to serve. Punish.

He licked his lips,trying to shake the voice away. But why bother? Saix could take the punishment, whatever it might be. His had been able to, taken it and been grateful he still lived by the end. “If you want to eat so badly, you can bring the food back here. I need…" Company? Weak. Punish him! "… help with some reports."

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Gold eyes watching his hand carefully, bracing himself for a jerk that hadn't yet come. ...at any rate, he didn't like that voice in his head. Nor the thoughtful lick to his lips. 

"My desire for food is one of habit more so than desire. I wouldn't be so cruel as to eat in front of you, Sir," he glares, raising a hand up to try and brush away the one holding to his hair. "Funny that you need help, so suddenly. So, you are lonely. Cute. Pathetic," he chuckles, though it's cut sharply short when he remembers who he's talking to. Still Xemnas. Still dangerous. Still unknown if it's his. "My apologies. That was out of line. What do you need assistance with regarding reports, then, Lord Superior?"

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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He let the other turn and hooked a finger under his chin, tilting the pale face up to meet his own, the other hand curling around the chains on his coat. Just in case he got any ideas of moving again.

"I did respond negatively. However -" He leaned down enough to ghost his lips against a pointed ear, "- I still didn’t say you could leave." Lonely? Maybe. If so, he probably didn’t even realise that’s what it was. It wasn’t as if he was in the habit of recognising his feelings. Or what passed for them.

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Shit. The man had a grip on his chains. This was going to bad. He locks eyes briefly when his chin is tilted up, before eyes trail down. The berserker turns to face him full. 

He tenses at the lips on his ear, craning his neck away the best he can. "My apologies for the false inference, then, Sir. May I please leave? I have reports to rewrite, food to eat... things to... do?" he really didn't have much of a solid defense other than the fact he wanted to leave. And soon. Or now. "If you have no need of me, we're wasting both of our time's."

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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He arched an eyebrow, eyes narrowing as the Diviner leaned forward. If it had been anyone else he would have shoved them back… He didn’t know whether to feel insulted or amused at those words. And this was what he got for being nice.

As soon as the other turned to head for the door, he disappeared from his chair, re-appearing behind the other and grabbing the back of his coat, tugging lightly to yank him back. “Did I say you could leave?" It was barely above a whisper but the hard tone was back.

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There's a grunt when he's grabbed, falling backward for a half-second before catching his balance. Damnit. Well, he almost made it past the chair. He relaxes after a moment, pushing down all his fight-or-flight instincts. That whisper was always the most horrifying. You could deny the rage in it, so easily. You could deny its importance. But it was most unwise. It forced you to listen, really listen, and he really didn't want to.

"No, Sir, but I asked you in the beginning if you had any tasks for me. You responded negatively. I assumed you had no further use for me, and as such I could leave. ...or, what? Are you lonely, Lord Superior?" he keeps his sight on the door, before turning slightly back around. 

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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Xemnas smirked at that. As if Saix didn’t know where all the files were kept. He had no doubt something was going on, the exact details didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t squash any of them under his thumb, but he had to admire the Diviner trying to sound as if he cared when they both knew he couldn’t care less.

And was that… Did he actually appreciate being threatened? Well, wasn’t that a surprise. Usually no-one liked being threatened, Saixes least of all… So this was a nice change.

"Haven’t you heard about curiosity and the cat?" he finally said, examining his nails. He wanted to know? So be it. “It wouldn’t be what you did, rather what was done to you. I’ve always wondered how loudly someone would scream if you wrapped a band of spikes around their legs."

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"Cats have 9 lives, though, so... as long as I'm not too curious 9 times, I believe I'll be fine," he responds softly, watching him carefully. A scoff, just short of a laugh, at the threat. Really? Spikes? Such a bland torture method. 

"That's it? A 'band' of spikes can't have spikes that long. It's sting, sure, but wouldn't be too awful. Perhaps if they were heated, first... you're getting soft, Xemnas," he leans down on his desk. "The last Xemnas I ran into offered me sustenance. He was nice, to the point I felt a proper introduction was needed. You are not, but how am I to know you're mine?" nails dig slightly into the desk, smirk pulling at his lips. "I suppose I'll find out soon enough. I'm leaving," a small chuckle, pushing away and heading to the door.

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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He shook his head. “No. It is still over there." He waved a hand in its direction before leaning his cheek on his fingertips. “If they truly wanted a copy, they could write one out before handing the report to me. Or they could just ask for one, not that I’d hand it over." Those reports were his, after all, and if anyone really wanted a copy… well. It would say a few things, now wouldn’t it?

"Hmm…." At that sharp tone, his eyes narrowed slightly and the Superior chuckled. “Use that tone again and I will find something, and I assure you that it will not be as pleasant as simple paperwork." He still had that slight smirk but his tone was hard, and the smirk didn’t reach his eyes.

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The diviner nods slowly. "I'm simply noting that if, should something happen to you, and we need your documents... well, being unorganized would make everything tedious. Granted, if you passed, we would likely not have an Organization anymore. I know I wouldn't be here without you," and fucking shit that came out wrong. But, it was true, to a degree--he had no respect for the long-off thought of Xehanort yet, and without the constantly pressure of Xemnas lingering (and his own issues with red-headed revenge), he wouldn't stick around long.

A quick nod at the threat, fists clenched tightly to his sides. Good. The last Xemnas he ran into was a fluke, a mess of universes likely caused by the little time-traveling brat. But... was there anyway to know this was his Xemnas, really?

He supposed it didn't matter. That punishment was at the tip of his fingers, anyways. Still. Curiosity. He was going to get killed because of it. "And what would you have me do that'd be so unpleasant? I am not challenging, simply curious, Sir."

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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"That they do." Finding decent food in this Castle was always a task, so he had given up on that a while ago and had one of the Sorcerers install a freezer in his bedroom. Now he had ice-cream on hand whenever it was wanted, as well as any other frozen treats.

He nodded and tapped his fingers again, a Dusk appearing at his side. “Take the papers to my room." It disappeared with the papers as soon as he finished speaking, then he returned his attention to the Diviner.

"No, the current length of the reports is fine. Too short and we won’t learn anything, and it would only give the others excuses to omit details we need." He arched an eyebrow. “So eager to leave, Saix? Something important you need to attend to?"

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His room? It seemed wiser to keep them in his office. But... perhaps he would read them over at his leisure? What a poor thing to do in one's spare time. ...granted, he did little more. He can't help his growing curiosity, however. "Do you keep your filing cabinet in your room, now? I understand the desire for security, with loyalties shifting, but... if one needed a copy of the reports, they'd be at odds to find it, if not in your office," and he could here the repertoire of then they'll just have to ask me first already. 

"I agree, unfortunately. What we have done the last decade has served us well," he shakes his head, straightening his posture. "No, Sir. If you have no further need of me, then I planned on ceasing to bother you," he smirks for the first time in their conversation, looking a bit vicious. "After all, you have reports to read, and I a meal to make and eat. Unless, in the last 5 minutes, you have found a task for me?" he inwardly curses the tone, far too challenging, and he really didn't desire to get his workload tripled for his tongue. Again.

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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"Oh." He blinked a little at that. It was an unexpected thing, but he wasn’t all that hungry, so he shook his head. “I’m fine for now, thank you." He took the papers and idly skimmed through. “Yes, he does tend to have… slightly messy writing sometimes. Thank you for re-writing some though. It makes it much easier to read through them."

He thought for a moment. “By the morning is fine, Saix. I am in no rush to read more reports, if truth be told. They tend to get repetitive after a time."

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"I would leave leftovers, but it's pointless, as someone always devours them. So, you're on your own whenever hunger does strike you," he's sure as hell not offering to be his chef, he can barely cook anything past sweets without nearly burning down the kitchen. He was being... thanked? Interesting. Suspicious.

"You're quite welcome, Lord Superior. It doesn't bother me. I've been doing it for years, now," and omitting the useless information, while keeping originals on file in case it ever does prove to be useful. But, what Xemnas didn't know didn't hurt him (and he didn't need the five page reports by IV nor the weather by IX or the local nature by XI).

Brows burrow slightly at being told that he didn't like reading reports. No one likes reading reports. It was part of the job, to suck it up and do it anyways, less important information be missed. "As you wish," he glances to the side. "I would recommend shorter reports, but then we would get but a few words in the more dire of situations. May I leave, then?"

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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Xemnas glanced up at the voice, arching an eyebrow. Punctual as usual, and he hadn’t even needed to send for the Diviner. Good. He sat back in his chair and tapped his fingertips against the chair’s arm. “I didn’t require your assistance, Saix. Are those the reports that need re-writing or the completed ones?"

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"Excellent, Sir. I was simply asking in a roundabout way if you desired me to bring you a meal," and that he had thing to do if the other was going to give him wasteful tasks. "Both, but I am bringing the completed ones, naturally. Seeker's writing is certainly far less legible than your own," he opens the folder, thumbing through the papers blandly before setting the completed handful on his desk. It was surely not as big of load as it was when they had 13 functioning members... but it was still something. "How soon would you like the incomplete ones? I can have them finished by morning or evening, depending on your preference."

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Has a Report for [Xemnas]

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"Lord Superior," he gives a bow of his head, a folder of what one assumed to be reports under his arm. "Have you need of my assistance? I was intending on fixing a small meal before returning to my quarters to rewrite some... less legible reports, for your viewing tomorrow. But, such are not urgent."

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He narrowed his eyes at the other’s jargon. Was he attempting to confuse him with all these terms, casually thrown out like bones? “I suppose we shall soon find out if your hypothesis is true. Perhaps you should not sound so confident until your point has been sufficiently proven. You only risk making yourself sound like a fool, should you prove incorrect." A brow twitched slightly as the twin mirrored his stance.

"None, as of yet. As for the paperwork, it is a duty and thus it is completed. Complaining of such does not assist the task in any way. But concerning your timeline’s loss in manpower, it does not concern me. If anything, if members perished, then it is only for the better. Weakness is to be eliminated, not tolerated."

Saïx remained unmoving, unflinching even as the other drew even closer. This twin had the potential to be a threat. He was beginning to realize that now. Golden eyes staring blankly into identical irises, he stamped down the urge to growl as the twin gave his demand. Instead, he flicked his eyes away from the other, as if bored. “Now, why would you wish to hear yourself beg?" he said, subtly changing the conversation’s focus away from himself. “Is this yet another ‘development’ from your timeline?"

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“Hardly. It was more a test to see if you would beg,” he chuckles. “If you did, I was planning on leaving, I wouldn't wish to associate with someone so pathetic,” a sneer. “But you indirectly refused to. So you know when to bow your head... and when to nip at the heels without a soul noticing. Good. Sora kills us, we're the second to last to die. Upon revival, we are taken to be a part of the new Organization. Prepare yourself. Reinsertion of that heart hurts like nothing I've ever experienced before,” he lays a hand on his shoulder. “But it's worth it. I was frightened then, but take my advice: there's no reason to be. It is power, so long denied. We are still not as powerful as those around us—but we take a step up, a leap of strength, and we will not be left behind in the dust,” he releases the other, taking a step back.

“That is all the information I have that's particularly helpful. And, look at me, still existing. Seems the timeline's not so fragile as books make it out to be.” he raises a finger. “Unless, of course, I was lying. I may not even be you. Could be a dream: have you been getting enough sleep lately, Isa? Time to wake up.”

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"Ho~" Axel chuckled, resting his hands on Saix's arms. "I have no interest in licking your boots~ I don't want yer forgiveness fer fleeing. I'd rather you flee with me~"

"You sound like a broken record. Saix come back, Saix come back. You little wuss," his grip gets tighter. "You want me? Join me. I have a life and purpose to existence, and I won't abandon it for one who abandoned me. Get out of my face, you hideous beast."

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[[Dear Axel M!A: It's anon's choice who he's attached to. Preferably give a URL? uwu ]]

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"You couldn't kick my ass if you tried~" Axel teased. "One look from me and you'd be a whimperin' mess of sorry~"

"I'm under orders not to kill you, yet," Saix glares, taking a step closer. "And what'd I be sorry for?" he grabs him by the collar of his jacket, jerking him close. "You should be the one lickin' my boots in repentance."

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Organization XIII M!As

Xemnas: Muse is power-hungry, trying to rule over everyone they intact with. 1 day.

Xigbar: Muse is incredibly cocky and refuses any criticism. 2 days.

Xaldin: Muse will seek to tear apart lovers and enjoy the pain and distrust it causes. 3 days.

Vexen: Muse is obsessed with making everything perfect. 4 hours.

Lexaeus: Muse is the loyal guardian to the next person in their ask box. 5 hours.

Zexion: Muse is seen by everyone else as a child, though their image of themselves remains the same. 6 hours.

Saix: Muse is the reluctant servant of the next person in their ask box. 7 hours.

Axel: Muse distances themselves from their closest friend to favor another person of the anon's choice. 8 hours.

Demyx: Muse will constantly attempt to con others into doing everything from them. 9 hours.

Luxord: Muse will make all decisions based on chance (coin flip, dice roll, ect). 10 hours.

Marluxia: Muse wants to overthrow anyone in a position of power. 11 hours.

Larxene: Muse is quickly angered and violent. 12 hours.

Roxas: Muse will feel betrayed by those closest to them. 13 hours

Xion: Muse has lost all memory of the person closest to them. 14 hours.

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