#dem ic

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“This... this is fine...”

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hemophyte said: "Ah, no. We haven’t. I was just joking. It’s nice to meet you, though."

“Oh. Nice to meet you, umm... What’s your name? Mine’s Demyx.”

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Shakes off the purple slime covering him, wiping at hair furiously.

“Why do they keep sending me to places where things want to kill me? Why’d they send me and not Xig? He’d have a field day with the weapons there but nooo, send the cannon fodder bard, hmph!”

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“But am I okay, though....?”

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Creates a portal and takes it out into the city, rain pelting him instantly as he stepped out of it. Instead of keeping his hood on to keep out the sheets of water, he took it down, letting himself be drenched and his white hair be flattened effortlessly under the weight. He loved rain, it was his element after all, but he also needed to submerge himself in it, to be in tuned with it again, and a trip to another world wouldn't cut it.

The influence on him had gotten stronger over the past couple days, and today it was finally tearing down his will power and resistance. Mood swings? Those were fine. Sudden strong, near uncontrollable violent urges? Not in the least bit. That's why he had holed himself in his room as long as he could between missions, and why he was now standing out in the middle of the Heartless infested city.

Summoning Arpeggio, amber eyes scanned the surroundings, searching out for the horde of Heartless his Dancers had reported. One step forward was all it took and suddenly the creatures were everywhere, surrounding him. They seemed contemplative and observant, looking over the higher Nobody to try and sense out a heart that they could take. Demyx didn't let that go on for long.

A strum of his sitar and the rain came down even harder, strong enough to hurt and damage the shadowy figures. Another, and the puddles underneath them seemed to rain in reverse, the powerful droplets rising to strike upwards as more fell upon them. The sight and sound of struggling and pained Heartless, to the Nocturne, was... amusing, satisfying the sadistic urges that plagued him. Normally he hated the action because it made him feel cruel and took too much effort for little result; Right now, he couldn't care less, he just wanted to hurt something and see it wither away and die.

Soon the image of fading bodies and rising hearts became monotone and bland, so he stopped strumming and let nature-- if you could even call what Never Was had nature --take back rightful control over the weather. By now he was drenched to the bone and a chill was hitting him hard, but he was no where near done yet, and if anything his mood had worsened considerably.

Now he was out for blood. 

Thinking it over as he faced the sky, he soon created another portal, this one to Savannah. The thought of bashing apart zombies and special infected was mind numbingly good to him right now, when normally even the mention of gore was enough to send him either running or even fainting. Walking through the corridor, a smirk found its way onto his features.

Ellis and that Nick guy did say they could always use the help.

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"I'm not gonna go bald, am I?"

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"Nh... Dun move... Warm..."

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"Today is not my fucking day, now is it?" Demyx cursed to himself, glaring his now golden eyes up at the high ceiling of the Gray Room from his usual spot on the couch. He felt... off to put it very, very lightly. Having a piece of someone's heart in you, especially from someone like Xehanort, does that to you. At least now he knows how Saix and Xigbar feel. Running a hand through his sandy hair, which was starting to show strands and streaks of white already, he grumbled out a sigh.

"I did not sign up to be a goddamn Horcrux..."