A wordless threat

[Akuseru]

Back in the council room, all by his usual lonesome, Xemnas stood in complete emptiness. If he could become anymore devoid of existence he would disappear. All who walked into his office dare not step closer by his side for fear that the impenetrable void his very aura permeated would indeed suck them in to be devoured as well. And on one of his more “pissy” days, this would not be far from the truth. Actually, Xemnas did not have “pissy/ moody days” nor did he have any sort of “days" at all. The overlord was one who truly stayed dedicated to his cause; if he could get any less emotional gargoyles and solid rocks would cry in fear.
He raised a slow thoughtful hand against his chin, as slow as an almost robotic motion, as he gazed into his little orb of materialization; which even THAT portrayed more expression than he.
That she-devil Malificent was still trying to get into his castle; you’d think the hag would have given up by now, after all, her OWN forces of DARKNESS had started to leave her hordes to join HIS legions; or rather, run in panicky inkyness to whatever side was winning.
Although he once have half the mind to use her, Whatever hatred he could not possess was aimed towards that women- despite Axel’s UNWELCOME various comments that the two should conjoin in unholy matrimony- her goals in themselves were utterly ridiculous! Even if her forces DID manage to penetrate the practically LIVING castle’s defenses; she’d be kicked out in a manner of days. And the notion of wanting to LIVE in Kingdom Hearts was another pathetic thoughtless idea (despite the way his goals seemed to lean towards the same direction)
Although the dusk did not differ much in this aspect, they at least remained somewhat true to what enemy they were to fight; and whom they feared MOST.
FEAR- that was the tool of trade that gave one power. And yet, was fear not an emotion in itself? Surely not HE, the prince of utter nothing-town was able to impact his followers to feel emotion under the wrath of his white gloves? No, Xemnas decided that was too mind-boggling even for HIM. RESPECT, he’d decided, was the word he would use. Under his supreme pact of Strength, he was able to give his followers a reason to RESPECT him… Although they did occasionally disobey…

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“Whoa, whoa, where’s the fire, Rox?” After returning to the blonde’s door, after doing some thinking; which wasn’t really much at all, considering relatively few hours had passed between the time of his absence
The Flurry of Dancing Flames, bent curiously over the fallen position of his teammate-
I don’t care how upset you are, no person, not even a non-existent one, could comfortably lie in a sprawled out position of that caliber on the floor without considerable difficulty- and even then, he’d be just plain WEIRD to do so
The way Axel bent by planting his feet firmly in place, with his skinny, rather generously sized hips, gave the impression he had sprouted from that very spot, leaning towards the fallen sunlight

His utterly singed eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion; it almost looked like Roxas been tossed- scanning to the other side of the utterly blank room revealed this to be fact. He sighed regaining a look of what could almost be called compassion. In truth he had given some consideration to Roxas’s position; and amusement’s boredom turned to pity

“Hey….what can I do?” He outstretched his hand to pick up the fallen soldier

Roxas had almost seemed more real now...as if another part of his entity had begun to fill (and seeing that he'd made contact with his heart for the first time... Axel had no idea how correct his theory may have been)


OOC: hehe thread name is kinda lame; but for some reason the word "wordless" is stuck in my head (kind of an oxymoron if you think about it ^^; hahhh

anywho; Although I was never sure if I could handle the job, it seems I was voted into the position of the Capital L so I decided to give him a test-drive. I also introduced a few more elements to the story like Malificent's involvement to spice things up a bit. I'm even thinking about applying for another position soon if i find the time

And sorry if I CCed a bit; Xigbar bumped you, so I just figured you being the person you were fell down on the floor (and probably didn't move from the shock of the catastrophic event)

You know the drill; least I posted somethin' eh?

[lexxeii]

Were the heartless’ numbers dwindling, or did he fool himself to think he could make ANY progress through the black sea of shadow and nothingness? One obstacle after another was presented to him. He couldn’t gain the upper hand long enough to determine how far he had yet to travel. He could do little more than keep swinging his blade at a steady pace, ignoring the twinge of pain burning in the stiff muscles of his arms and legs.

How much longer would his strength endure? He’d lounged around lazily on broken crates and boxes in that special back alley in Twilight Town for the length of an entire summer; he didn’t have the stamina for much else these days.

The energy propelled by the sudden wave of adrenaline was gradually weakening. He could feel it with every breathless gasp he inhaled. Yet... he kept going, pushing himself past all limits. Stopping now would not only mean certain death for him, but also seal the end for the small group of teenagers he had befriended. They may not be able to recall his name now, but that didn’t change the way he felt about them. It was disturbing enough that he’d lost sight of the spot where they once stood; he simply couldn’t stop until he knew with one hundred percent certainty that they were all right, and would be properly taken care of.

Shadowy tendrils crept up to curtain the peripheral vision on his right side. He immediately tuned his attention in to the newly formed wall, alive with the freaky, yellow-eyed monsters. Although his current priority opened his back up to an attack, he did not expect to be hit with such force. It caught him off guard so much so he nearly released the white knuckled hold he had around the hilt of his weapon.

Before he could recover, he found himself tumbling down a vertical corridor, spilling out upon a white, polished floor. For a moment, all was peaceful, surroundings plunged into such a state of absolute serenity, he wondered if he had fallen in battle. He lay quiescently, listening to the sound of raspy breathing and the buzzing of florescent bulbs shining pale light from above. His vision was wreathed with glowing white clouds that dispersed only when he blinked his eyes. The room he lay in smelled musty, cold against his sweaty body.

A quick investigation revealed he had landed in the room he had occupied before the eye-patched mans weird invitation. It did not bring him relief to know the danger was past. His own well-being had never been the issue. Bitterness flooded him, bringing reservations he could not immediately crush. He wanted more than anything to release a primal shriek, to shatter the white walls under the pressure of his blade.

How cruel to lead him astray, showing him the sights and sounds of a town he loved, only to turn around and force him to watch its destruction. All for what ends? What purpose? To barricade fear within him and bind his loyalty to a Superior he did not know, and had YET to see? He could see no lesson in what he witnessed.

He realized he'd been laying in the same twisted position only when he noticed Axel hovering over him. The assistance he offered was gratefully accepted. Roxas firmly gripped his hand, rising to stand fully upright. He was still a little shaky. Apparently, his body had not yet adjusted to the sudden shift of energy.

There was a change in Axel that he noticed right when he turned to meet his eyes. It was a look that hadn't been there before they temporarily parted ways. He wasn't exactly positive on how to interpret the way he watched him, but he was able to note the hint of patience backing his tone of voice. To tell the truth, it took him aback.

It was when Axel kindly asked if there was anything he could do to lessen the heavy burden weighing down his shoulders, that he granted himself permission to release the frustration building within him. He yelled loudly, his voice echoing throughout the wide open cubicle room. Never had he believed he could suffer this dreadfully, without any physical afflictions. Now he had to come to turns with the fact that everything he knew was wrong. This was his life now. This was where he belonged.

It felt good to finally let all that anger out, without worrying that when he was through, he would be bombarded with a hundred questions. When he calmed, his cheeks were read with the effect of keeping things from reaching a sort of destructive level. And still Axel stood by his side, not speaking a single word. The silence was exactly what he needed, until he was able to fully compose himself. Ultimately, it was his decision to breach the quite pondering between them, as well it should have been.

"Axel..." Roxas seemed more interested in the uniform lines on the floor then in looking his friend straight in the eye. "I'm.... I'm not the same person you might have known before. I just need some time to get used to all of this. Okay?" He spoke so carefully and softly, it was almost like he was ashamed of himself for finally admitting his thoughts aloud.

"There's a lot I still don't understand. There might be times I have to rely on you to answer my questions. Are you... okay with that?" He may have asked with genuine curiosity in mind, but he most certainly didn't expect an answer.

“Right now, I need you to lead me to the Superior.” With this, he finally looked up at his friend, his expression no longer betraying what he was thinking.