He had dreaded it the moment he saw the mission card. Underworld. Demyx gave a rather loud groan as he walked through the halls, gloved hands pressed over his face in a tight push. Why? Why was it always him that had to go down to that wretched place? He hated it down there and every other member knew that. Then again, perhaps that was why they always sent him. He gave a low whine, dropping his arms to his sides in a rather swift motion, using the momentum to add a hop in his step. This just meant more work, which required effort, which meant he'd actually have to do something aside from run.
He was neither excited or optimistic about the mission ahead of him. Going to the Underworld meant he could possibly run into a million different enemies, all being much stronger than himself. He groaned, nearly stomping his boot down onto the linoleum floor. "This isn't even fair," he hissed, scratching his temple, soon moving to run his fingers through his mullet styled hair. "They always send me. I keep telling them...not the guy for this."
The darkness was the fastest means of transport, taking him a thousand worlds away. As he fell from the darkness flowing from the wall, he reached behind his neck. He pulled the black hood up, tugging it securely over his head, careful not to mess his hair. Sea-green eyes glinted with a sudden thought.
"Well, if this mission requires a lot of fighting, I guess I need to find someone who will do most of it for me."
