paixaorpg | When it all hits the fan [CLOSED]

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When it all hits the fan [CLOSED]

Characters: Repliku and Xenos, Demyx and (briefly) Marluxia, anyone else who happens to wander in?
Content: The twins enter the city and decide it's time to explore. However, they run into some... interesting company.
Setting: Niflheim to begin with... [G10]
Time: Sunday morning, around noon. Well, I guess it's not morning then. >_>
Warning: Foul language at the very LEAST. XD

Repliku hated it. It reminded him of Vexen.

"The hell's up with this..." Repliku frowned. Vexen's journal seemed operational, but the moment they stepped outside of the lab, their own journals spazzed and died, refusing to even display anything on the screen in his case. Vexen's seemed to be unable to call up a map, which was really kind of useless because you had to be a fucking dumbass and blind as hell not to be able to see the domes in the distance.

"So this is... Paixao," Repliku said, still standing before the gate. There was the slightest unwillingness to go in - he had the feeling that Vexen might have been waiting on the other side of the icy gate. Paranoid? Maybe a little. Either way, it's not like they had any choice but to go forward, right?

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Xenos dealt his journal a few sharp whaps on the spine. Percussive maintenance! Of course, that went over as well as a lead dirigible. "If he tampered with these - which I wouldn't put it past him to do - we might have to take his apart to learn how to repair our own," he remarked. if nothing else, that'd give a nice feeling of revenge, and since it was likely to solve the problem at the same time, that was a nice double blessing.

He stepped up to the gate and reached out to touch it. It looked more like some manner of crystal or other to him. Snow quartz?

"How does it open, do you think?"

"I have no goddamn clue," was Repliku's reply. He didn't really care much if his journal was spazzing - he had Vexen's, and there was no reason for them to be apart anyway. Right?

At Xenos's touch, there was a creaking noise as the gate responded, slowly opening to reveal the city beyond. It's initial look surprised Riku - the trees and plants he could see were utterly fake, designed out of strange crystals and metals. The sky, too - it was beautifully decorated and looked like it was moving somewhat, but it was not the same azure sky that overlooked the domes.

What the hell?

"Hey, what's up with this place?" Repliku frowned, cautiously stepping through the gate. He was instantly greeted (more like assaulted) by the gatekeeper, a stout woman with vivid blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Welcome to Paixao!" She greeted him, one of those journal contraptions in her hand. The moment she saw that both travelers already had them (and one extra), she immediately cast him a suspicious look. "... I see you already own one of these journals. What were you doing outside the domes?"

"Lady, we're from outside the domes," Repliku rolled his eyes. Wasn't it obvious? Apparently not, as she seemed rather suspicious still.

"Well, many people are, but they don't come with one of these. Where did you get them?" She pressed. Repliku was astounded. Did it really matter?

"Uh..." He turned to his brother, as if asking for help to drive the nosy woman away.

"They were gifts," Xenos said, lying through his teeth and doing a remarkable job. If it protected Repliku, it didn't really matter what he did, dammit. "Our employer told us to come here but - well - that was all we were told." He smiled sheepishly. "This is his; he's waiting for us inside I think? The details weren't exactly clear. If we're not allowed to have it..."

He held out Vexen's journal to the gatekeeper.

"I mean - that is - if we're not allowed to carry his journal about in case of subterfuge or fraud and other such nonsense I don't mind leaving it in your capable hands?"

He beamed, and looked adorable.

Whatever xenos did, it worked. For some reason, the woman fell to his charm and stepped aside, despite the fact what Xenos said still wouldn't have boded well with the locals. There was something... light about him.

"Oh, alright, you two best be on your way then," She left them, and Repliku gave a rewarding grin to his brother. Damnit, he was brilliant.

"You're so awesome," The stupid grin remained, but faded as he took another look at Paixao. Well, the city seemed strange, but so were they... He could see that the woman wasn't the only blond one here. The rest of the citizens he could see too; there were one or two he could see that weren't like that. They must have been foreigners like themselves.

But what bothered him most was their auras. They were all the same, melding together. The few foreigners had the only differing ones. It should have comforted him, but it was still weird.

A quick glance to his journal, and Repliku saw it was working properly.

"Hey, Xenos, is your journal working?"

Xenos squinted and looked pleased with himself.

His smile faded a bit though when he realised how very 'outsider' he and Repliku seemed to be.

Well...at least it wasn't so dark and cold here?

He glanced down at his journal and jumped a bit. The screen was lit up cheerily. "Oh--it seems to be?" Just to be sure everything was in working order, he began to fiddle with it madly. Scroll up, scroll down, search, shutdown, restart, check for upgrades in software, look over directory contents. He accomplished all this very speedily, and stopped short when he realised he really shouldn't be accomplishing it that speedily.

"...Ahh ha ha ha..."

"Why are we here?" Demyx stopped in his tracks and randomly patted the dust off his coat, looking around the rather new area of Paixao he had never been to before. If he wasn't mistaken this was part of Larxene's territory, and from the questionable contents that resided in someone like Lexeaus's he wasn't really enthralled this area could possibly be ten times worse.

... But he had to admit some of those things looked pretty awesome~

"No, really, why are we here?"

"Because I refuse to follow you anywhere. Ever again."

It hadn't just been one shop, no. This was a week of built up of little "trips" that had ended being less than a trip to the amusement park.

"Besides. It's a new area, isn't it? More to explore. There might be more... stores that we've yet to go in."

Repliku stared at Xenos a bit oddly as his brother practically sped through the journal. Wow, he must have been playing around when the other clone wasn't looking because Xenos was getting damn good at working those journal things.

Speaking of, he needed a freaking pen...

Looking up from his journal, Repliku froze as the two cloaked figures before him came to his line of vision. Those cloaks... that strange dark aura... they were different, yes (was one of them emitting a pink aura?), but at the same time.

"Xenos," Repliku whispered urgently, tapping his brother's arm as he nervously summoned his weapon as quietly as possible (yeah, the sparkles and shine surely wouldn't give them away, nope). "Those guys over there." He didn't have to explain, Xenos would be able to see the danger too.

The question was, what were they gonna do about it? Repliku's body tensed, the obvious choice for him being "beat the shit out of them before they go back to report to Vexen."

Xenos said, "Repli--" then broke off as he scented the dark - frrozen earth, to him - as well as the sea and...flowers? What on earth?

He saw two cloaked men.

Didn't Vexen wear the same--oh, NO. Reconaissance. Kidnapping. They'd be hauled back to the lab and heaven only knew what Vexen would do when...

He closed his journal and summoned his weapons.

"We wait for them to attack, if they attack at all," he whispered. "I don't want to fight if we needn't fight, but if we must, I'll protect you. I promise. We are NOT going back to that place. Ever."

"Yeah, but I'd rather 'broaden my horizons' in some bar. Or at least not this place... this is Larxene territory!" He hissed the name like it was some kind of omen word, aqua eyes glancing around warily for any sight of evil amidst.

... And suddenly blinked when he saw two peculiar looking figures (Peculiar looking like they weren't from the Aryan race or whatever~) with their weapons held out in their direction.

Yes, Demyx was moronic enough to blatantly point them out.

"You know, they kinda look like the Sup and whiny kid with the slit wrists."

Marluxia was about to comment when he turned and saw the two figures before them. Two figures with weapons. Pointed at them.

Both familiar to him. One of them... the Seeker of Darkness.

The Nobody offered no more than an "Oh shit," before vanishing.

This did not bode well. At all. How had Ansem come back? And how had he seperated from his host?

Either way, this was not good for him. Marluxia didn't need to pretend he didn't know the power Ansem had.

For now, all he needed to do was avoid him. His thoughts were not even on his companion.

Too late; they had seen him. And much to Repliku's dismay, one of them just gave them once glance before disappearing in that same strange fashion Vexen did. Shit! He must have gone back to tell Vexen we're here!

"GODDAMNIT!" With that fierce shout, Repliku leapt forward at the remaining one, hellbent on making sure that he didn't escape too. The clone may have still been a bit shaky, but he was swift, leaping at the remaining black coated man with the intent of pinning him to the ground. And he did, colliding with the Organization member and ramming the blunt side of his sword against the man's throat.

"Where did he go?!" Repliku hissed, Xenos's words about wanting to avoid a fight completely forgotten.

"Wait--agh--" Xenos spluttered as the rosehaired man vanished. He winced again as Repliku tackled and sat upon the second blackrobed figure. "Repliku, WAIT--"

He hurried over and tried to ease the sword away from Demyx's jugular, but at the same time he made sure to put himself squarely in the way of any fast exit Demyx might possibly make.

"It's - we don't know if they're with Vexen yet. But--" He turned to Demyx. "But if you are...I'm - I'm willing to make whatever sort of trade you wish in order to avoid your reporting our absence to him. I don't want this to turn into a brawl but there is. No. Possible. Way. That Repliku and I are going back there. I'm sorry. But that's simply how it is."

Why, why did this young man look familiar?

"Skin tight clothing? Man, I didn't know that kid was- Oh you've GOT to be kidding me!" Before Demyx could finish his sentence Marluxia held his scythe between his own legs and vanished from the scene all together. Not only did that confuse him beyond all reason, but right before he could protest anymore the poor blond was literally tackled onto the floor with a loud 'Oof'.

Aqua eyes blinked up at the silver haired kid.

"Whut?" By the time Demyx figured out he was talking about Marluxia the other person had trotted over and thankfully pulled the sword from his neck. However, the latter's explanation merely left him more confused, and in the end he couldn't help but just frown.

"... Can you rewind that and replay in slow mo for me?"

Looking at Xenos with a surprised and rather confused look as the sword was removed from the cloaked man's jugular, Repliku finally gave a resigned sigh and obliged to get off, although he was still very tense. And even more so when the stupid bastard before him seemed to "misunderstand" Xenos's request.

"You heard him, you little bastard, don't you fucking DARE tell Vexen we're here or I swear to all that's Holy, I will rip your fucking throat out," The Replica hissed, his famous mouth living up to it's reputation.

Xenos made a flustered noise at repliku. "You don't have t--never mind."

He sighed, and explained the situation to Demyx again. "Vexen believes we belong to him and he can do whatever he wishes because of that. He was extraordinarily unkind to the two of us, so we left. You...you're...associated with him, I assume" - he indicated the black coat - "so...I ask you not to tell him where we are, or attempt to make us return, sir. I'd rather not fight or er. See my brother get ridiculously violent."

He eyebrowed at Repliku.

"I'm not afraid to fight, I'd simply rather not unless I really must?"

He smiled at Demyx nervously.

"So...please don't try to make us return."

"Well it's really tempting to tell him if I keep getting threatened like that!" Demyx complained as he blinked up at Repliku, though turned to Xenos and gave a casual grin despite being told he'd get his throat ripped out otherwise.

"And if by 'associated' you mean we just wear the same uniform, then yeah, yeah we're pretty associated," The blond laughed out and scratched the back of his head. "But other than that we're as different as me and, well..."

Demyx looked over at Repliku. There was nothing more to be said about that.

"Anyway, I don't blame ya. Who'd want to be within a hundred feet of Vexen anyway?"

"HUh...?" Repliku gave the blackcoated blond a distrusting look, mistaking Demyx's stupidity as a ruse to cover his intentions. Which, to the clone, were probably reporting their location to Vexen. But...

At the same time, this guy could be honestly stupid. Then they wouldn't have problems.

"Exactly," Repliku grumbled at Demyx's last comment. "So don't say shit. You never saw us, alright?" The replica waved his sword once, as if to seal the deal. He wouldn't hesitate in being violent to shut this guy up, even if he did seem to be telling the truth. They just couldn't take that chance, really...

But Repliku didn't want to kill anybody. That was never his intention, so he was willing to let the blond go.

Xenos beamed.

"Thank you. I - really hate being around Vexen and if you feel the same way I'm sure you won't tell him where we are..." He ducked a bit as Repliku waved his sword. "Cut it out," he said mildly, then turned back to Demyx. "I'm glad you aren't obligated to tell him."

He was VERY glad Repliku didn't feel obliged to get stabbity.

He offered his brother a hand up, and did likewise to Demyx. "Are you headed to the same place we are, or going somewhere else?"

"Well shyeah, if you keep waving your sword around like that I won't be able to see at all!" Really, what was that kid's deal?? His face looked honest enough, right?? Never mind the fact that he was technically from a dastardly group such as the Organization XIII...

... Or XII. Since Axel got booted out did that mean he was VIII now? Demyx made a disgruntled face at that. Though it disappeared when Xenos offered him a hand, taking it gratefully.

"Well, since my partner in crime decided to DITCH ME," He said those words with much emphasis, throwing his fist into the air and shaking it with undying hatred. "I have nothing else to do, pretty much."

Demyx raised his eyebrow.

"Where you heading anyway?"

Repliku finally relaxed, as it seemed that this idiot wasn't going to do any harm. Hmph. He chose to brood at the side and let Xenos do the talking, since his brother seemed to have control of the situation for now. Good, he guessed.

But something still seemed up. What connection did they have? It couldn't be sheer coincidence they were wearing the same coats. Though they were pretty awesome looking coats, Repliku knew that it meant something. But they'd just have to trust the blond man, wouldn't they?

... Ugh.

"None of your business," The clone answered, tone still harsh. That guy didn't need to know where they were going and Repliku sure as well wasn't letting him tag along, no matter what Xenos might have thought. It was for their own safety!

Xenos eyed Repliku askance. Wow, his brother was a little paranoid, wasn't he? Hadn't this young man just said he didn't like Vexen? He didn't seem to be lying. (Plus Xenos doubted that anyone really liked Vexen.) There wasn't any need to be so stand-offish...

...But then, he wasn't Repliku; he didn't know how his brother thought, so he couldn't really judge him. Everyone dealt with things in their own way, right? No two Hearts were the same. No two people were the same.

(He needed to stop getting these thoughts from nowhere. It was weird.)

"Away from Vexen?" was how he replied to Demyx. "I - I don't know if it's safe to talk about it. If he's able to find out somehow where we went then - ngh. I'd rather not think about that..."

"Good enough for me." Demyx quickly placed his hands in front of him in defense before turning his back towards them to look around the area. He was still a bit uncomfortable for going nearby Larxene's gate, but now since Marluxia high tailed his ass outta there he was at a loss for what to do.

"Well then, let's just say we didn't see or speak to each other." He spun back to face them, revealing a casual grin.

"I don't want my ass on the line either if he does manage to find you. It's only a fair trade, right?"

"... Fine," Repliku nodded. Fair was fair, he guessed. But if Vexen did find them, and it was Demyx who squealed (he would find out), he was going to find him and kick his ass. Demyx's aura was branded in his memory; he made sure of it.

"C'mon, Xenos," He felt uneasy, staying in one place for so long. Sheer instinct told him to keep moving, and the replica almost childishly tugged at his brother's arm so that they could go. "We should get going in case the geezer catches up."

He wasn't even sure if Vexen knew they were gone, but considering how... "Important" they seemed, he would know sooner rather than later. Repliku gave a glance over his shoulder just to make sure.

Paranoid? Never.

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