paixaorpg | Outside the Nighclub is the Dayclub [Completed]

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Outside the Nighclub is the Dayclub [Completed]

Character(s): Demyx, Dib, Roxas, Haruhi and whoever needs to get out of hiatus mode.
Content: Demyx and Dib are searching for Demyx's "friends" and decide to take a break.
Setting: Outside the Wild Ginger
Time: Week 2, Afternoon-ish
Warnings: None

So now he had this kid with him, Dib, or whatever... That didn't mean Demyx was off to a good start in this city. He managed to slip away from the Deeablow guy, which was nice, but now where was he? He didn't know the geography of the city well and Dib was new too. So that meant the two were forced to wander.

For quite some time.

The wound their way to a very odd building that stood out from the rest. It almost had a 'Land of Dragons' feel but it most certainly was not homey. Demyx had absolutely no plans to go inside.

"So hey Dib," the Nobody began. He had gotten exceptionally used to the boy's presence but also came to believe that he was a little weird. Of course a lot of people here were weird.

"We still didn't find any of my friends and it's going to get dark soon. Any ideas?"

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This place was... interesting. Dib couldn't help but notice several descrepancies in the technological advancement of the city. For example, how could the inhabitants construct massive domes, which would undobutedly require a complex environmental control system, but not have any mode of transportation other than bikes and one pokey train? And the clothing - it was like period costuming, but what period? And then there were the... things. They were small animals of some kind, as far as Dib could tell, and they glowed. Though most seemed to have mammalian skeletal structures, Dib was fairly certain that mammals didn't glow. He'd have to try and capture one for closer study...

Oh. The idiot was talking to him again. Dib pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at the large, brightly lit building before them. Probably way too swanky for the likes of him and Deniks or whatever the guy's name was. He sighed and gave the Nobody a reproachful look. "Don't you guys have a base of operations or some form of contacting each other? What kind of organization are you running?"

((ooc: *fails at html. AGAIN.* DDD:))

So this was the infamous Paixao... some place, Roxas thought as he walked down the streets reading a brochure he found. Nonetheless the place was rather beautiful--especially the architecture--very similar to that of a certain world's 1600s was it? The boy snorted. Why did he care how this place looked? It wasn't like he was going to stay long, or at least that's not what he planned to do. Plus, what were the chances of running into someone he knew to make him stay longer? Apparently, not as slim as he thought...

Roxas folded the brochure after locating where he thought he was and put it away in a pocket. An annoyed sigh slipped out, followed by a yawn. Urgh. Several feet away, there was what he read just now in the brochure, 'the Wild Ginger'... it looked rather expensive. At that moment, the dirty blonde spotted a figure that was oddly familiar. It was the other idiot-- Demyx. Well, the boy mused, the dummy might know something more than he did. Next to Demyx was a weird looking boy with a rather big head. Huh.

"Don't you guys have a base of operations or some form of contacting each other? What kind of organization are you running?" The other boy was asking accusingly. At this, Roxas took a couple steps and said coolly--more to himself than anyone else--"You see, it wasn't a very organized Organization and I'm guessing it still isn't..." He turned his head toward the taller Nobody.

Dib was so... quiet. It was almost unnerving. He seemed to think too much. Maybe that was why his head was so large? He must be a very smart kid, then, because his brain grew from all that thinking. But that couldn't be good for you, right? Maybe it was just because of the world he came from...

But Demyx had no clue how to answer his questions. Thankfully someone else did.

"You see, it wasn't a very organized Organization and I'm guessing it still isn't..."

The Nobody nodded seriously and crossed his arms. "Yup. That's right! We're very--"

Waiiiitasecond... Demyx knew that voice! He whirled around to see Number Thirteen, Roxas. Wow! This was great! Someone else that Demyx knew! Finally!

"Hey little buddy!" Demyx shouted, voice full of joy. He took the smaller Nobody up in his arms in a tight bear hug that lifted Roxas from the ground. "It's so great to see you! You know I couldn't find anyone but Larxene and that was on the journals! Where have you been?"

Dib turned at the sound of Roxas's voice. Well well... he was wearing the same long coat, which would lead one to conclude he was part of Demyx's little club. Demyx's enthusiastic reaction supported that idea. But Dib noticed the tense of Roxas's verbs. So perhaps he was a former member? Regardless, he probably knew something useful.

"You two are comrades, I'm assuming?" he asked Roxas. He refrained from saying friends; something about the kid said he wasn't the type to have friends.

Roxas have an internal laugh; maybe Number Nine had no idea what he just said. "Yup. That's right! We're very--" How would the said sentence have been completed? Very unorganized? The boy chuckled a bit under his breath. It couldn't have been anything complicated seeing the kind of person Demyx was.

Suddenly, he realized that Demyx was looking at him a bit too happily. Huh. Next was probably a hug. Roxas did not like the thought a bit, but did not move one step, waiting for it to come... Here it was. The boy felt his feet leave the floor and soon, the embrace of the taller Nobody. Suppressing a sigh, Roxas said without smiling or irritated, "Can you put me down?"

On the side the boy with the rather large head was asking a question directed at him, "You two are comrades, I'm assuming?" What a question it was. Turning his head--seeing how Demyx was taking his time reacting--but still not looking at the boy, the dirty blonde replied, "That depends on your outlook on the situation in the Organization but yes, we are comrades."

Wow! This was so great! He found Roxas! He found Roxas! Or... well... It was more like Roxas was the one who found him but that didn't matter anyway. He found Roxas! When was the last time he saw Number Thirteen? Demyx couldn't even remember. He was glad to find the boy. Demyx liked him. He was really nice. Not like Larxene or some of the others...

"Oh!" Demyx gasped, realized that the smaller Nobody had asked to release him. "Sure thing, Roxas." Carefully, Demyx set him down on his feet.

Wait! Where were his manners?! "Hey Dib! This is Roxas! Roxas, this is Dib! I met him out at one of the Gates!" Demyx was so impolite. Neither of the others knew each other. It was his responsibility to introduce each of them.

"... Situation?" Demyx pondered over Roxas' words. "I haven't talked to anyone for awhile. Is something going on in the Organization?"

Today was just like the day before in Haruhi's eyes. She had woken up early, taken a short shower in the small apartment she was renting, and put on her work 'uniform'. And calling it a uniform was hardly correctly.

The natural Host Club member stood in front of the mirror looking at the stupid bunny outfit she was wearing. It wasn't the bunny suit that the twins wanted her to wear a while ago, but a short black dress with bunny ears and tail. And it had taken a while for her to get used to the shoes they wanted her to wear.

Oh well, it was the only place she could get a job at, and they paid so well. Hanging down her head, she left the apartment, making sure to turn the light off, and lock it behind her.

The day hadn't been as bad as some other days. Being a waitress was more like just being a Host Club member, having to listen to customers just like at school. They would talk and she would listen, only a few times having to yell at customers. Oddly enough, the management did really mind when Haruhi had to yell and force people to leave. Saved them money from having to staff a bouncer.

Haruhi served a group of people their drinks and headed back to the kitchen with her serving tray held against her chest. Sighing, the commoner pushed the kitchen door open, hoping to get a drink for herself before the next group showed up.

Hmm... it seemed this organization was more a loose alliance than anything structured. Oh well. Autonomy had its advantages, for sure.

Dib nodded in greeting to Roxas. Even though he seemed closer in personality to Lucifer, there was something about him that connected him to Demyx. Though they didn't look it, Dib could sense that they had something in common besides the outfits. But what? Dib hoped he'd learn soon enough.

A large, fat raindrop hit Dib squarely on the nose, causing him to sniff and look up. They even had artificial weather in here? Fascinating... he'd have to research it later. Another drop landed on his glasses, and he took them off briefly to clean it up. "Would you guys mind taking this inside?" he asked as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

Finally, the Nobody felt his feet regain contact with the ground. Then again, to be fair, Demyx hadn't taken nearly as long as the boy thought he would take with the greeting. Roxas gave a quick glance at the boy with the rather large head and the taller Nobody, then gulped, it looked like he might stay longer than he intended.

"Hey Dib! This is Roxas! Roxas, this is Dib! I met him out at one of the Gates!" The boy heard distantly. Not quite considering his manners, he simply stared at Dib (was it?) to show the amount of consideration he had for the other boy-- which was, very little at the moment. Then again... this Dib might have put that head of his to use... After some time, Roxas watched Demyx being the usual kook he was, considering it looked like the taller Nobody was actually thinking. "I haven't talked to anyone for awhile. Is something going on in the Organization?" The boy didn't pay any attention to the question, putting on his hood again after he felt several drops of rain.

Demyx's companion to this point must have felt the rain as well for he briefly took off his glasses to clean them then asked--yet again, another question--"Would you guys mind taking this inside?" At this, Roxas slightly smiled and replied, "No one likes getting wet little by little."

OOC: I kept on getting reminded of fanfics pairing Demyx and Roxas XD *shot* I'm contaminated. Gah~

Demyx was curious as to why Roxas did not answer his question but that curiosity was soon forgotten. He felt something moist melt through his hair to his scalp. Then another... then another... Rain! Dib had asked to go inside and Roxas put up his hood but the musician welcomed the rain. He lifted his face to the sky and let the few drops that fell splash upon his face.

"I don't know how you don't like it!" Demyx whined to the other two. "Rain is so soothing. What isn't there to like? I could stay out here forever!"

But of course Demyx's power was water-based. It would only be natural for him to love the rain so much. Roxas didn't have powers like his and he was pretty sure Dib didn't either. Now he felt guilty and selfish. It was obvious that the two didn't want to stay outside.

"Uhh..." the Nobody rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably. "I guess we can go inside though." A smile. "Maybe we can get something to eat?"

It wasn't that Roxas didn't like the rain, but it was more that the boy disliked getting wet. He felt the drops falling more quickly than before... it was somewhat drizzling now... The boy's smile quickly became a scowl directed at Demyx who was currently whining about "how soothing the rain was". At seeing this, the dirty-blonde gave a loud internal grunt, being careful not to do it aloud. Around this time, the taller Nobody was beginning to look rather guilty nervously rubbing the back of his head.

"I guess we can go inside though. Maybe we can get something to eat?" And who was going to pay for it? Roxas mused. It didn't seem Demyx or Dib had a great deal of money, and this place looked rather expensive. Nonetheless, the boy--with his hood still on-- walked into the building without waiting for a reply from the musician or the large head boy.

[ooc: XD I like crack and canon~ hehe *shot again* Oh, and also, I found a lot of small grammar mistakes in my post so this post is the second time I'm posting it. SORRY! TT^TT]

Dib followed right on Roxas's heels. His coat wasn't waterproof, and he didn't want to get his laptop wet. Once inside, he shook the water out of his hair and looked around. Hm, stereotypical posh interiors, albeit with a pseudo-Oriental twist, accompanied by that infuriatingly dim lighting that was supposed to be sophisticated. Whatever. At least it was dry.

"After you," he said to Roxas. For once, his tone was genuinely sincere, as it was obvious Roxas was much sharper than Demyx. Speaking of which... Dib glanced over his shoulder to see if the Nobody had followed them in or was still standing in the rain like an idiot.

Demyx mused over the thought of food for a little. It had been some time since his last meal and he was certainly hungry! So hungry, in fact, that the idea of how he would pay for his meal never entered his mind. He just needed to satisfy this growing need for food.

Wait. Where did they go? The Nobody spotted Roxas and Dib already entering the establishment and he called out to them. "Wait for me!" He ran, catching the door before it blocked his pathway to the satisfaction of food. Politely, he took the time to close the door so it would not slam behind him.

"Sooo..." The musician looked around. It was a nice place... kinda. It was more like weird if you asked him. Demyx crossed his arms and looked around. "Now what? Do we have to wait to be seated or do we have to go ask someone?"

He was probably going to end up paying for everything they were going to eat... Roxas uncomfortably shifted his weight at the idea, until he heard Demyx yelling; "Wait for me!" The blonde didn't turn around to acknowledge the other boy or the musician's presence just yet but instead, continued to stand awkwardly. He heard Demyx wondered aloud, "Now what? Do we have to we have to wait to be seated or do we have to go ask someone?" At this Roxas casually took a step into the Wild Ginger but was stopped by a small petite hand resting on his chest. Ah huh. A bit of an interesting action, the boy supposed.

The Nobody took off his hood to get a proper look at the owner of the hand; on his right, leaning over a counter there was a young woman with pale skin and shocking blue eyes and blonde hair that was a shade close to white. There was a slight hesitation on the boy's part... Seeing this, the woman gave a giggle then lifted her hand from Roxas. "Dear sir, please slow down. There's room left for you and your fellow gentlemen." She began, smiling sweetly, "How many seats?" The thirteenth scowled but still managed to answer curtly, "Three."

There was another giggle, which was followed by, "Right this way then," and a number of steps around the vicinity. Roxas reluctantly followed the waitress to the table and sat himself down, glancing around to see where the other two were. Meanwhile, the woman gave another giggle and left for the kitchen.

[OOC: Hopefully, this post doesn't have as many grammar mistakes as the last one -.-;]

When all three sat down at their table, Haruhi was given the order to wait on the newcomers. Trying not to trip in the damn shoes they gave her, she made her way to the table. She expected to see another group of blond haired locals, but was quite surprised to see people that didn't seem...of this world. Sighing, Haruhi pulled out a pad of paper, and a pen.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked, looking at the one who seemed the youngest, the one with the black leather and blond hair.

She wanted to ask them about this Paixao place, since they seemed like they would know more than her. It had been a while since she had seen Paine or Rukia, so it was comforting to see people who didn't look like the locals.

Oh good! They didn't have to wait too long after all! Demyx was sure he'd have to thank Roxas later for getting them seats so fast. The giggly woman led the boy off right away and Demyx could have sworn he saw an uncomfortable look on his face but hey, maybe it was just the lighting.

Speaking of, this place was pretty cool! Weird... but cool! It wasn't too crowded, which was nice, and the decorations were just awesome. Demyx felt like he could stay here forever!

The Nobody took a seat next to his comrade and was suddenly greeted by some waitress. Wait... she wasn't blonde...?

"Oh yeah! I'd like something!" Suddenly, Demyx stopped. But what was he going to have...? "Uhh... do you have water I guess?"

Dib couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. It was all he could do not to stare slackjawed at the waitress who was serving them. Was she wearing... a bunny suit? The same kind that a porno magazine made famous years ago? ~~Not that Dib would know anything about that...~~ Apparently this place wasn't exactly a family restaurant, then.

Honestly, though, Dib wasn't actually hungry. He'd just wanted to get inside before his equipment got wet, and this was the closest place. "A water for me too, please," he added after Demyx ordered, carefully averting his eyes from the more curvy parts of Haruhi's body. Water was usually free, which was good. Though with these "swanky" places you could never tell...

"What would you like to drink?" It took a moment for Roxas to realize that the waitress was somewhat addressing them. By the time that moment was over, the others have already placed their order for their preferred drink--water. He supposed he would have to be a little creative by ordering a twist of that... "Hot water," the Nobody replied, not looking up to make eye contact with the waitress but instead twirling a small jar that held a black liquid he found on the table with his right hand.

How absurd it would be if this place charged them for water.

Maybe they weren't aware that the Wild Ginger wasn't exactly a cheap place that gave out free water. If they did, the management was afraid any old persons would come in from the rain and just order water, expecting it for free.

The Host Club member fixed her bunny ears, sighing again at the absurdity of the outfit. But being the ironing board she was(which many of the other club members would like to tell her about) the outfit just looked goofy on her. She really wished she would just wear pants and a t-shirt but money was money. And they had the best Ootoro at the Wild Ginger.

"I'll go get you you're waters," she said heading off into the kitchen.

"Oh gee! Thanks a lot!" Demyx replied happily. Some water would be nice! He didn't want to get everyone else wet in the rain so this would make due. Well, there was that and he wasn't fond of strange drinks. Sodas were too fizzy and juices tasted funny and were all slick and slimy. No, he'd take a cold glass of water any day. And without the ice. Vexen could have his ice if the nice waitress brought some back and Demyx was able to find the Nobody before they melted. Oh, that would be pretty bad, wouldn't it?

The chatter of the establishment was all that was heard. It was quiet at their own table. Too quiet.

"So uh guys..." The Nobody shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "When did you show up anyway? Oh yeah!" A idea suddenly sped through Demyx's mind. "Where are you from, Dib?! I bet it's really interesting! What's it like?"

Aha, Dib wasn't falling for that. He'd seen the safety videos from school - never ever tell people where you live. Then they'll come and GET YOU. Not that Dib was intimidated by Demyx, but still. He'd rather not have the guy pester him once he got home.

"I'm from Earth," Dib replied, purposefully as vague as possible. "It's mostly filled with jerks, losers, and idiots. You'd fit right in."

The blonde boy finally gave an audible sigh after preventing himself from doing so for the last several minutes. Did he really have to stay around for all of the inanity? Roxas glared at a group of blondes that were passing; it was his self-indulgent way of coping with his frustration. By now the short Nobody was very tempting to slam his hand on the table... Another repressed sigh... Next to Roxas, the musician was gleefully chattering away. Why couldn't the boy act as jovial as Demyx? Probably because the Nobody was a silly idiot, the dirty blonde convinced himself.

After meditating over more ideas that caused him to think in circles, Roxas withdrew himself out of his thought to heard Dib say, "I'm from Earth. It's mostly filled with jerks, losers, and idiots. You'd fit right in." The boy lightly chuckled, then added as lightheartedly as he could (which isn't very), "Yeah, Demyx, I think you would even fit into two of those categories. You could fit in well." For the first time in a long time, the blonde smiled-- just a little.

Nodding slowly, Demyx listened to Dib's every word until--

"Hey! Wait! No!" The musician whined. "W-what was that for?" Demyx bumbled over his words in astonishment. This kid just came out of no where and started making fun of him? Wasn't Dib his friend? Well... now that he thought about it almost everyone in the Organization made fun of him just--

"Not you too Roxas!" Childishly, Demyx pouted, eyes full of disappointment. "Now you two are ganging up on me! That's not fair you know... I was just trying to be nice. And it was too quiet..."

The Nobody continued to pout. Getting teased was something he had gotten used to but that didn't mean he liked it. His mind and thoughts began to drift aimlessly until they were off the subject of mockery entirely.

"When do you think our drinks will come?"

Okay, maybe Dib was a little too mean. But could anyone really blame him? He was in a strange place that possibly didn't even exist, with no idea of how to get home. He could be allowed to be a little crabby. Making a semi-apologetic gesture, Dib leaned back in his seat and looked around the dim interior. "Considering the typical speed of service in establishments like this, I'd say twenty minutes." He'd had too many bad experiences being dragged to fancy restaurants by the Professor for "family nights," and knew how slow they could be.

"While we're waiting, why don't you tell me more about this Organization?" Perhaps subtlety was the one word Dib had never heard of.

(ooc: AW~ DEMYX~ :3 He pouts and whines! All in the same post haha. Also, hopefully, this post somewhat clarifies a couple thing about Roxas. HOPEFULLY. XD)
"Not you too Roxas! Now you two are ganging up on me! That's not fair you know... I was just trying to be nice. And it was too quiet..." Demyx was disappointed, the boy thought as he saw Number Nine pout. He turned to the taller Nobody, gave a feeble grin and a friendly punch on the shoulder, "Hey, we'll find a way to cheer you up." A nervous chuckle served as a finishing touch before Roxas began to ponder yet again, ignoring what sounded like a question that came from the large headed boy.

However the musing only lasted a short while for the blonde heard the word "Organization"... It seemed easy to leave without everyone's notice but at the same time, it haunted him nonetheless. There was the fact that Roxas found a new piece of information that intrigued him... the individual who was his other self... Sora... The Organization rarely answered his questions, for most members only interested in their person gain and the boy was in some ways, in the way... It wasn't fair. He was still in Organization XIII wasn't he? His departure was only supposed to be temporary; but what would his peers, or maybe former peers, think? More importantly, did they even care? And in addition to that, if a majority of the Organization did think the Thirteenth left, he would receive less information to fulfill his needs to become whole. A sudden flood of questions filled Roxas, causing him pause for a moment to prevent a headache. Then after a minute or two, the blonde continued to muse with his right hand cupped around the said side of his face. A realization hit him; there was a high chance Roxas was now branded a traitor.

"Wait one second please!" Greta, a pretty waitress at The Wild Ginger said quickly to several tables as she seemed to dance along the floors with her hands full with cups. There were few people tonight compared to the other nights. "Maybe it's because it's raining," she wondered quietly with a playful grin on her face as she continued her duties. Then she noticed a group of three that she didn't before: oh darn, the others must have missed them. A quick glance, there were two boys and one man... they didn't look too rich. For starters, the blonde thought, they probably ordered water. Maneuvering herself around the vicinity, Greta grabbed three cups with water from the kitchen shelf then somewhat jogged to the table with the trio.

"Hi," a wide grin was spread across her face, "Here's your water. I apologize... I imagine it took quite a while. That is always troublesome." She noticed that there wasn't a single menu on the table-- a bit more work for her then. "Anyhow, is there anything else you'd like to get?" She inquired as she handed two of them a menu then took out a pad from her red apron pocket. There seemed to be some hesitation but that could have just seemed that way to her.

"What?" Demyx asked, turning to Roxas. He had nearly forgotten the conversation they had only moments before. "Oh right..." He murmured, looking at his hands in his lap. Roxas was always really nice. That was probably why Demyx liked him over the others. And this Dib kid... well, he was nice enough even though he said a few things Demyx didn't exactly nice but the Nobody decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Dib was just lost and felt it was best to get on the offensive or something.

"Nah..." The musician grinned. "I don't need any cheering up!" And then the waitress arrived with their orders. Demyx's eyes grew large as a child's would at the sight of a mountain of candy. "Thanks!" He accepted the glass gladly and took a long swallow. Oh that hit the spot.

Demyx mused for a moment, suddenly remembering Dib's question and ignoring the waitress entirely. "Uhh... Nah. They aren't that interesting anyway. I found Roxas so I'm good. Thanks for your help though!"

"Uh I don't think that what..." Dib stopped, sighed, and shook his head in defeat. It probably wasn't worth the energy to correct Demyx's misinterpretation. Instead, he looked up at the waitress and, in his best Talking-to-Grownups Voice, said, "Thanks, but I think we're fine for right now. Could you come back in a little bit?"

Roxas sure was quiet, Dib noticed. He couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious kid was thinking so intently about, thanks to his naturally strong scientific curiosity. Or maybe he was just nosy. But really, Roxas intrigued him. At first glance, he was cold and callous, yet he made an effort (albiet a clumsy one) to cheer up Demyx. What was it that was bothering him so much? Taking a sip from his glass, Dib observed Roxas from across the table. Some might have taken it as staring.

Roxas managed to give another weak smile to Demyx before a waitress shoved a menu and a cup of water toward him. Hearing Dib reply to her before he did, the boy sat quietly holding his cup of water with both of his hands pretending to ignore the woman near him. In between careful sips of water, he glanced over at the musician, wondering if the taller Nobody intentionally misinterpreted Dib's question or not. "What is the Organization doing?" Roxas angrily muttered under his breath, careful enough not to say it loud enough for anyone to hear but just loud enough to give himself the relief of simply asking aloud. They must be closer to Sora that I am, the blonde thought, but if that's the case, isn't it possible that Sora's at Paixao?

For a brief moment, he turned to scowl at the reflection of his face on the floor. Pull yourself together. With great effort, Roxas managed to sit up straight in his seat. Dib seemed to be staring at him. The former thirteenth decided to ignore this for the moment... but failed and end up asking aberrantly, "What is it?" more sharply than he intended to.

'Well, you're welcome,' the blonde thought in response to the individual responses but smiling, Greta said, "Feel free to give a holler when you need anything or you get hungry while talking. I hope you enjoy your stay here." Before leaving this table she added, "Even if it's the cheapest item on the menu, before I force you to pay a large sum for your water, please order something." Before anyone responded--or not responded--the woman danced across to the kitchen to continue her duties.

Uhh... Was it just him or was this waitress really really weird? Demyx obviously thought so as he watched the woman literally dance away. He stared for a good long time, mind completely occupied by how... happy she was. That certainly wasn't something you saw everyday. "Weird..." He muttered to himself.

This distraction caused the Nobody to completely miss the tension rising between Dib and Demyx. He turned to see the two staring at each other, Roxas a little angrier than Dib.

"Can I help you two?" Demyx asked, looking at both boys. "Did I miss something or what? I swear that if you two keep staring, your heads will fly off and eat each other or something. I'd kind of not like to see that if it's okay..."

Dib blinked at Roxas's sharp words and shrugged. "Nothing. I was just wondering what's got your panties in a bunch." He briefly flashed a grin at Roxas before turning his attention to Demyx again. Time for try number two; maybe a different approach would be more successful.

"Okay, listen up," he said to Demyx, setting his glass on the table. "I helped you, so you have to help me. You may think that your little organization is 'boring,' but most things people find boring actually interest me. It's called a 'love of learning.' So try me - tell me a little bit about them."

At his question, Dib replied by shrugging, "Nothing. I was just wondering what's got your panties in a bunch." Roxas scowled at the large headed boy--what was it with people like him? The Nobody gave a 'humph' then leaned back on his seat. Was he really that easy to read? Or maybe this... Dib... was smarter than Demyx? Probably.

"I helped you, so you have to help me. You may think that your little organization is 'boring,' but most things people find boring actually interest me. It's called a 'love of learning.' So try me - tell me a little bit about them." So he wants to learn about the Organization. Before the other Nobody could answer, the blonde said bemused, "The Organization would be boring to someone like you. It's nothing of importance to you and should not interest you either."

Oh yeah. There was some definite tension in the room. It was so thick Demyx would've cut a hole through it and eaten it but he reconsidered thinking that it probably wouldn't taste all that good or if it was even healthy for him. Whatever the problem was, it passed. Kinda...

"I helped you, so you have to help me. You may think that your little organization is 'boring,' but most things people find boring actually interest me. It's called a 'love of learning.' So try me - tell me a little bit about them."

... Could he answer that? Was he allowed to answer that? He wasn't about to get in trouble with the Superior if that meant revealing information about the Organization XIII to others. Man... They sure sent the wrong guy out sometimes.

"Yeah yeah!" Demyx's head bobbed in agreement. "Roxas is right! There's nothing cool about us at all really! We're just a buncha friends doing... friend... uh... stuff?"

OOC: NUUU~ the thread is slowing down D:

The blonde shot a quick, sharp glance in the taller Nobody's direction. Did he still think that he was in the Organization? Maybe not. Maybe Demyx was taking his help for his own good: to prevent any trouble between the musician and the Superior. Retrospecting, Roxas remembered what he had said very early into the night. "You see, it wasn't a very organized Organization and I'm guessing it still isn't..." Right. Organization XIII still wasn't very organized. He mused on his opinions relating to it. Should he try to rejoin if he wasn't kicked out already? But really, that wasn't his style at all. Number Nine was bobbing his head up and down, agreeing to his statement very easily.

"Roxas is right! They're nothing cool about us at all really! We're just a buncha friends doing... friend... uh... stuff?" At that moment, he felt the very need to punch the man next to him. After coming up with a good answer, Demyx ruined it. Dib wasn't a stupid kid. Nonetheless, he took the effort to prevent himself from doing anything rash. But the Nobody was basically promoting the fact that the Organization was doing something suspicious and significant! Wait. Significant... Was the Organization onto something that he wasn't? Unintentionally, Roxas mumbled incoherently under his breath menacingly. He really did need to find something else to think about.

((IMMA SO SORRY DDDX))

...Okay, did Demyx honestly think that would be enough to satiate Dib? If anything, his evasiveness was only piquing Dib's curiosity. The little scientist rolled his eyes and slouched in his seat, propping his chin up on his hand. "Look, it's pretty obvious you're hiding something from me," he said. He fixed a sidelong glare on Demyx. "You see, the last thing I remember is infiltrating an alien base. Then I wound up here. So obviously something crazy is going on, and I fully intend to find out what - whether you help me or not."

A threat? No, Dib didn't consider it as such. It was merely a statement of fact. It's not like he was planning to hurt anyone, anyway. Well, except for Zim, but that wasn't anything new.

((NOW IMMA SORRY. :O))

Roxas was a broody one, wasn't he? That kid really needed to cheer up. Demyx liked him well enough but sometimes it was like he sucked all of the happiness out of the conversation. Frankly, if this was the only reason the rest of the Organization didn't like him, then it was just a matter of getting this kid to have a brighter attitude... right?

"Look, it's pretty obvious you're hiding something from me..."

Immediately a frown formed upon the musician's lips. Now Dib, he was different from Roxas. He kept pressing where he shouldn't and even Demyx found himself getting frustrated. He was given information that was not supposed to be told to anyone and that was that.

With a lower, more serious tone, one that was uncharacteristic of the Nobody's usual disposition, Demyx spat, "I'm not telling you that."

(( Yay~ you all commented ~~even if it's thiiiis late~~~ I'll post using the NPC user sometime Sunday afternoon so if the muns want your characters to reply to something here, slid it in before THE PLOT OF DOOM starts. ))

Infra, he decided it was better to stop the glaring, and the excessive amount of contemplation. But all of these thoughts weren't the blonde's fault: no one ever clarified his "other" history. Another topic would cease to put him in interest. He wanted to refrain for romanticizing any thoughts or thinking in general. There was no need for it-- he was after all, most likely, conveniently closer to what he had been searching for... Sora. Before the name rang in ears like it usually did, Roxas attempted to become attentive to the way life was now. Right now. More action less thinking.

Dib had begun questioning again. Roxas began to form another question to the question but stopped himself midway. Instead he thought aloud quietly, "Stop prying." It was rather matter-of-fact and brusque but then again, the Nobody wasn't used to conversing with more than one person at once. Following this was a similar response from Number Nine: "I'm not telling you that." He even snapped. This was rather extrinsic to the boy who couldn't help but gawk at Demyx for several moments-- which was rather unusual of him to do in public.

Even though the Thirteenth had promised himself he wouldn't, he just had to ask the final questions for the time being. What was the Organization really doing? For sure there was a high probability Roxas was no longer a member, but what about the other small percentage? Why hasn't anyone come to kill him yet? Most importantly: what did they know that he didn't?

...Well.

It was just then that Dib suddenly realized he was, in fact, much smaler than either of his companions, (presumably) younger, and he didn't really know either of them well at all. In fact, the only things he did know were their names, they knew each other, and they were members of an organization. For all he knew, it was an organization of assassins or serial killers.

Dib concluded it was in his best interest to stop asking questions for the time being.

"Sorry," he muttered sullenly, drawing back from the table a bit. He'd let his stubbornness and his ego get in the way again, having assumed that, because he was (probably) smarter than either of the two, he could therefore get what he wanted out of them without objection. Obviously, such was not the case. Darn it, why did he have to be so much younger than everyone else! That was probably the only reason he didn't get the respect he deserved. Nevertheless, he scooted in his seat so he was positioned for a very quick exit, if need be.

"Sorry."

Demyx eyed the big-headed boy with a slight pout as he mulled over his apology. Dib did seem to be honestly sorry. He just crossed over a line that really shouldn't be. Demyx was all up for chatting and answering questions but when the Superior wanted to keep things hush-hush he was sure going to listen. But that's beside the point.

"It's okay!" The Nobody visibly brightened as he rose from his seat. "I just gotta get going guys. You know... places to go... people to see..." Demyx laughed at his own little joke before waving to the two.

"See you around Roxas and Dib! Look out for that guy we saw earlier too! He's freaky!"

And thus the musician had left the building.

It was near closing time... It had been a rather long day... Greta took a glance at the clock as well as the remaining people in the restaurant. There were several still here, probably yet to realize they were supposed to leave on their own. The blonde woman gracefully took steps toward the nearest table, politely announcing that it was closing time. Several people got up to leave, others mingled around a bit more. At the corner of her eye, she saw a man in a black cloak leave: she glimpsed a table and saw two boys there. Well—might as well kick them out. Greta grinned then walked over to the boys, one of them looked ready to leave already, "Alright guys, chop chop, time to get going. We're going to close now."

Roxas ignored Dib's apology and waved cheerfully as he could to Demyx, who was leaving the Wild Ginger. But this action did arouse some suspicion that the Nobody had earlier... Organization XIII was plotting something and even Demyx was a part of it. What if the Organization just didn't know he was here? With the exception of the musicians of course. Even if they didn't know, if he went back to them, would they greet him with open arms? The blonde mentally slapped his forehead at his own questions: he promised himself he wouldn't.

During his mental crisis, he heard a mildly familiar voice somewhat sing, "... We're going to close now." Right. After a moment of idling he rose from his seat and headed out the door.

It wasn't raining anymore: there was no smile on his face, nonetheless, his eyes shone and showed signs of life.

(( PWAH~ the coming end of the thread. Dib-mun, do you want to go around with Roxas for a bit more or split up? ))

((Whatever's more convenient for you~! ♥))

Dib obediently followed Greta's cheerful command and slipped out of his chair. He followed Roxas out the door, glancing up at the "sky" once he exited the building. Huh, stopped raining. That was one good thing anyway. One good thing against a landslide of bad things, of course.

He lowered his gaze to Roxas and waited for the boy's next move. Though nothing was said, the assumption was that Dib would follow Roxas with the slightest encouragement. After all, unfriendly as he was, Roxas was a lead. An unfriendly lead was better than no lead at all, so Dib was prepared to dog his steps as long as it was safe.

(( Alright. We can have them together for another thread or two, depending on how the plot goes. Also... Swinky, I think this will be the last post for this thread. Dib-mun, I'll start another thread: after they spend the night... somewhere XD If that's okay with you that is. ))

He felt a slight brush of air next to him-- it was Dib. This was a bit of a surprise to him, after all, Roxas had believed that shorter boy was the more of the sovereign type. Number IX wasn't considered much of a companion to a Somebody like Dib (or at least in his terms of reference). The best the musician could be was to be the companion of other Nobodies like him. Anyhow, Dib didn't seem to be a type of person to follow others without a benefit on his part.

Well. They two did have to spend the night somewhere. Slightly flustered, Roxas took out brochure quickly to glance at a location they could stay. The first that caught his eyes was Haja o Que Houver, apparently a family owned hotel rather South from here, near... Vanaheim. That wasn't a predicament. Without waiting for the large-headed boy's response to his actions, Roxas pulled Dib in with him into a black hole that appeared near them.

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