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Capture the Axel, COMMENCE! [Aug. 24th, 2006|01:36 pm]
The Crack that Never Was

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[Current Location | Starbucks ; Twilight Town]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]

Nami stumbled about in a dazed fashion, temporarily unstable from the harrowing experience of sitting on Xemnas's shoulders as he pranced around Twilight Town. On the bright side, she did manage to recover a small amount of composure when she noticed Roxas ordering (from Axel's back) at the counter. The jingle of munny in her pocket reminded her that she'd meant to buy the icecream for them, herself and so she stumbled unsteadily towards Axel and Roxas.

She held herself upright by clutching the counter and gave a slightly crazed smile, "I'm good. I'm all right, I'm okay... here let me help pay..."

The tips of her figners had just barely dipped into her pockets when a dark portal formed on the other side of the room. There was a stagnant pause before Namine's ears picked up something that sounded suspiciously like the gutteral snarl of an animal. They were followed shortly after by the panicked, frantic screams of some poor bastard caught in its clutches.

A voice from within the dark portal cried, "GO! GO FETCH! SHOO!"

That's when a small yellow object came flying out of the portal and bopping her on the head. The squeaky-toy landed in her hands and she narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out where she'd seen these incriminating bite marks before...

Her heart sank. Dread slowly erupted into unbridled panic when she realized the origin of the squeaky toy coupled with the familiar screams and noises coming from the portal. Knowing what was probably coming out of the dark void, she desperately flung it away as hard as she could, which was towards the unsuspecting Demyx.
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From: pwnt_you_lamers
2006-08-24 09:25 pm (UTC)
This guy... seriously wanted to get his face ripped off. Stealing, then chugging HIS latte was one thing, but touching the beanie... Ooooh, that was a deathwish. Anything living in a five block radius around the coffee shop could pick up the flare in his aura with ease. Someone needed to die. Now. Lip twisting up into something between a snarl and grin-albeit anything but a happy one-he was ready to approach the silver-haired intruder even after his collapse, only to have his bear-sized companion step in the gap that spaced the blonde from his target. Seifer watched, furrow-browed as Raijin bent down and retrieved the beanie with great care once it was confirmed that the man was out for the count-for at least a while-and then turned and returned it to the flustered male.

"We're the disciplinary committee, y'know?" Raijin's tone was dropped to a whisper, eyes cutting back behind him to the group at the counter and back to Seifer. Something in the being of the bulky boy was telling him that, though this guy was clearly on the tilt with alcohol, he was nobody to pick a fight with. Seifer was probably aware of it too, but when you took such deep stabs at his pride like that, youthful arrogance tended to overtake sound judgment of opponents.

Still in the heat of the fury, Seifer snatched the cap, none too thankfully, from Raijin's massive grip, throwing a menacing glare around his friend to the group of black-cloaked foreigners, making quick scans over each one to engrave their faces into his memory bank; being the leader of their little division, he felt it obligatory that he know each and every face that ever entered his grounds, much like some territorial canine. He had picked up on the change in his voice, comprehending just what it was he was trying to say. Raijin wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't useless. Aside the underlaid vibes from Xenmas, he picked up on the other thing that was trying to be communicated as well. The disciplinary committee. As the self-proclaimed "peace keepers," they couldn't let loose some violent rave in a public place such as the Starbucks... That would cause unrest.. and... kill their reputations.... and... Lord, if Seifer could have one stab at that guy he'd be happy... No, no... He was supposed to be the cool one. He would remain composed...

With a great deal of effort, he began to head for the door, placing the black beanie where it belonged and adjusting it, a hint of rage accompanying all the movements, of course. He was NOT defeated, was just making the move that would avoid things falling even more out of place than they already had... Yeah, that was it.

Rai did NOT expect Seifer to take that so... calmly... No caustic remarks or death threats as he left... Nothing... By no means was he doubting his leader, it was just... unexpected, was all. Shaking his skull to clear his head, he looked at the gathering of Organization meme\bers, plus Naminé and Pence.

"Yo, Seifer won't go easy on you guys next time, y'know!" he warned before blundering off after said commander, blissfully oblivious to the portal that had just formed behind them as they were taking their leave.
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