Like a Man Possessed
Tile and water fell to pieces around him, laying waste to a room battered beyond all repair. Tapping the last of his power, Saix couldn’t register the damage around him. The last iota of strength and will powered this rage, this last ditch attempt to finish off an opponent who never should have had the strength to challenge him to begin with. Force of impact rattled flesh and bone. Light from the shockwaves stung his eyes.
His mind registered none of that.
Only exhaustion ended his rampage. Mind and body drained of resources, the Diviner staggered, falling to his knees as momentum left him during his last round of berserking. Panting and whining for breath, his eyes slowly returned to normal, gold irises struggling to clarify his surroundings. Pain hammered in his head- Lexaeus might as well been inside his skull.
Putting forth all weight on Lunatic, he forced himself to his feet, searching the room until his gaze landed on the injured Nocturne against the wall. The very sight triggered the remnants of the berserk, turning grunts of pain into growls.
He staggered again.
One arm wrapped around his waist, chest heaving with dry coughs. Lunatic almost fell from his fingers. Stubbornness made him hold on. Made him turn his eyes back on his enemy. Willed him forward.
With one last burst of strength- from depths Saix didn’t know existed- he dashed forward, near dragging Lunatic behind him. Gritting his teeth, the weapon hand pushed forward, with the hope that he’d crush Demyx’s skull beneath the blade.
The pain was a burning blaze in his side, and the slightest movement sent crippling shocks of agony all throughout his body. He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to fight anymore. The more pain he felt, the more ground he became. Demyx could feel himself resurfacing, like he was coming back up for air after being so long underwater.
He lifted his head and saw that Saix was still coming after him with the aura of killing intent. Shoot… this wasn’t good. He needed to escape, but he could barely move. He was having trouble just breathing. The Nocturne watched the other draw closer. If he didn’t do something, he really was gonna fade away.
He held out a hand, he had to time it just right. If he could break Saix out of his berserk mode, then maybe, maybe, he might stand a chance to continue existing. It was a long shot, but one he was willing to try. He didn’t want to fade away. Not now.
As Saix raised his weapon and readied the final blow, Demyx used the last of his energy to shoot a jet of water straight up from the ground, catching Saix in the chin to knock him off balance and disrupt the attack.
"I give." He hoped the other heard him. "You win." He couldn’t even remember how this fight even started. He just wanted it to end.
When that one member of your group contributes nothing to the group presentation:
headcanon that Demyx is taller than Axel
SPIKE UP YO HAIR MORE COMBUSTION MAN
CUZ DEMYX BOI GOT A FEW INCHES ON YA, SHORT STUFF!
Do you guys read the Kingdom Hearts graphic novels? I really hope you do.
"Let's see here...If the subject fails to respond,
use aggression to liberate his true disposition..."
Waking up [@freeshooterxig]
"Slacker?" Xigbar snorted. "And I’m completely blind and am blatantly ignorant to detail," he retorted to the wink with a half smirk and single eye roll. Honestly, he knew better.
Hands found their way back into his cloak pockets, before the man turned on his heel, glancing back to the other civilians. The pair had left some time ago, while the shop attendant had gone to sweeping near the front door. He assumed it near closing time, or at least, maybe it had already passed during the talk. He didn’t bother to ask. Just as long as the human stuck his nose out of the conversation. Gold eye narrowed slightly, wondering if he should post one of his Snipers on this place just encase.. Doubtful. The only ties this place seemed to have with the outside world so far was that of the former Nocturn. And maybe one or two other kids that had gotten thrown to the Realm of Darkness a year or so ago, but he weighed the chance of Sora coming through this place. If anything the Key Bearer would be on the hunt for him and the other seven lights within the other worlds, Radiant Gardens being one of them… And here he was, shuffling around players in the master’s chess game for a little more than a chance of opportunity..
Slacker indeed. That’s why no one would probably have suspected the wiser with the other..
"You’re sitar," he found himself asking, though it was more of a no brainer statement. For that matter it was almost a shocking to see him without the thing, excuse of being a human or not. He mused to himself, knowing that anything less would probably have to get left behind when he spirited the younger male away from this place. Xigbar threw his hood back on, the excess of his pony tail sticking out over his shoulder before he moved for the door.
The other’s response caused the blonde to laugh, and the joy behind it wasn’t faked at all. He drained the rest of his cold, sugared coffee from his cup before getting up to throw it away. Demyx noticed Xigbar eying the barista warily, but honestly he wasn’t all too concerned. This world was, in its own way, unbelievably closed minded. The average person could have something miraculous and alien staring them right in the face, and they would just brush it off with some explanation that fit their happy little world. Sure, once in a while you had the supremely paranoid ones who would believe in just about anything, but those people lost any and all credibility to the mass public.
“So you have been paying attention all that time,” Demyx said teasingly, falling in stride with the other. He bid the barista goodnight before following the other out into the wet, chilly night. By this point, his clothes had dried, and the rain was light enough to where he wouldn’t be risking hypothermia for the second time that night. “Yeah… to be honest, I kinda haven’t been playing much lately. Just wasn’t feeling it, ya know?” He fitted his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his stride both relaxed and certain. “But now, I think I’ll have plenty of inspiration.”
When they arrived at a cheapish looking hotel, the blonde stopped and threw a glance over his shoulder at the other. “Won’t be long,” he said before going inside. Demyx went to his room and made a b-line for the instrument case sitting in the corner. He double checked to make sure his instrument –and also an I-pod he’d managed to lift from an unknowing passerby’s pocket- was still in there. Once done, he secured it on his back and left the room, turned in his key, and exited the building. “Okay,” he said aloud, half to himself. “I’m ready.”
Waking up [@freeshooterxig]
"Sad but true," he said easily, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. All the luck. Heh, if only the kid knew the half of it. No matter how locked in the plan seemed, others always pulled some magic rat out of their asses to thwart them in some way or form. Axel, Lea - whatever the hell he was calling himself now was one of them. Showing up in the dream the way he did was more than a thorn in the master’s side.. It irked him. Highly, though he had been told not to follow through on the other. Before this was all over, Xigbar had decided to save a free bullet for that one, for sure.. Keyblade or no Keyblade.
"Just like that," II remarked, though his smirk lingered on his face. Guess he did know the other remotely as well as he thought. Watching the wheel’s turn in his head, he could only guess that he hadn’t been presented with much of an alternate in options. It was something though. Even if Xehanort saw no direct use for the fallen Thirteen, it still left him with unseen options. Or maybe he would strictly call the shots on this one. Who knew. Taking down that world as it stood had long been on his list of things to do anyways, not to mention the wealth of knowledge and secrets that once belong to them were now under tight surveillance by his former brothers.. He needed a set of eyes on the inside, where he was blind, even if it ended up being no more than a luxury of noting enemy movements. It Demyx would throw himself headlong into this again, willingly, he wouldn’t deny it.
Xigbar set down the glass, before the man stood easily. “You got anything of value in this world you need?”
A small peal of thunder rumbled outside. Despite that, it sounded as though the rain was finally beginning to let up a little. “Just like that,” the blonde repeated, finished off his doughnut with infinitely more ease than when he’d begun to eat. “The same could be said about you trusting me with this. The incredible slacker,” he said with a wink and a smile.
He wasn’t about to ask the other why. He knew Xigbar had his own reasons for making this call. The blonde also knew the other wouldn’t ask him why he was so readily deciding to go along with this. They both had there reasons, they just happened to work well together to help them both get what they wanted. Though Demyx would be lying if he said that personal emotions and loyalties were coming into play. Out of the thirteen, Xigbar had been the one to come looking for him, the one who found him in his darkest hour. Even when they were in the Organization together, it had been like that, The number II coming for him when Demyx needed someone the most.
Xigbar was helping him to fulfill his dream, so Demyx would make sure that whatever it was the sharpshooter wanted, he was gonna help him get it. And to hell with whoever happened to get in the crossfire. “There is one thing,” the blonde said. “I left it at the hotel I’m currently staying at, it’s the one thing I can’t live without.” If the number II new him well, he would already know what it was.
This is one of Demyx’s hit animations and yes, he is apparently taking the time to properly re-tune his sitar even when he’s in the middle of getting bludgeoned by an oversized key.
If I hadn’t come across this while playing around with a KH2 model viewer, I probably would never have realized this animation even existed - gotta admire whoever programmed it in while probably knowing full well that most players would be too busy with actually beating Demyx to notice it.