Axel looked up as there was even more commotion. A portal opened up and something came flying out at Namine. Axel realized the object was an all-too-familiar squeaky toy. The fact that it had just flown out of a portal seemingly on its own could only mean one thing. "Oh, crap." This could only mean that the one Organization member that he truly never wanted to see again had returned. Sure enough, Saix came barreling out of the portal, tackling Demyx who now was the unfortunate Bearer of the Squeaky Toy. of all the Organization members.....why him...now? Larxene came through a second later. The TWO people he hoped never to see again. I am sooooo screwed. He had figured that these two would eventually show up again, seeing as all the other members had. He just had hoped they wouldn't show up together. A moment later Sora and Kairi came through with an unconscious Riku. What was going on? Had the kids actaully been traveling with the psycho and his accomplice? He began backing up rapidly, aware of the fact he was still carrying Roxas. Ignoring the stares of the people around them, They must all think they are going insane now...., he hissed at Roxas. "Hold on. I'm making a portal. Now. We are out of here." Hopefully in the commotion caused by Saix's reunion with his beloved sqeaky, they could escape without a hitch.
*stirs from the chair from which he was passed out in* hmmmm.... wha~~~ port.... al?? port... yal?! Port Royale!!!!!!!!! *creats a huge dark portal taking larx, saix, axel, roxas, demyx, nami, pence, sora, kairi, and riku with him* (damn i'm powerful) and all was peaceful with twilight town once more...well, as peaceful as it can get
Roxas was just slightly baffled. Seifer just.. walked away..? That wasn't expected. However, it was appreciated, that was without doubt. What followed didn't fall under the same rays of thanksgiving, unfortunately. It didn't take much time at all after the black swirl cut its way into the atmosphere for the nobody to pick up on its vibes and for a ominous sinking feeling to settle in. And wouldn't you know, out came a squeaky, followed by a very... rabid-looked Sai'x... Number VII wasn't exactly someone he cared to see right then, particularly since he seemed to.. stressed. A strung-out berserker was never a positive thing for anyone. Who followed was what made his heart drop into his stomach, though. The Savage Nymph, Larxene. She outranked him by one-which apparently counted for something, though most of the Organization never gave it much credit-and was... well, everyone knew Larxene for what she was, simply put. By her vexed expression, the blonde felt he could safely establish she was unhappy, too; even to go as far as to excel those points every month when she'd somehow manage to rage more than average for a few days. Yeah, she seemed.... really peeved. For the briefest of moments, his attention was averted as the trio from the island emerged as well. Cocking his head at an angle as he tried to make register why everyone was popping out of the shadowy warps all at once, he sighed, baffled and growing increasingly leery of the combination of the growing number of undesirable company, the perplexed stares from the people in the coffee shop and attempts to formulate a plan of escape.
And then.. they were moving? Backwards? Quickly. Rotating his head from right to left, trying to get a look over his shoulder, he tried to figure out just where they were headed-and was watching out for that wall... and counter, chair, person he was sure they were marginally near stumbling into. Finally, came the reassurance from his fiery friend Roxas had been hoping would surface before a collision occurred. A portal. Yes, escape was a very good thing, unless they actually wanted to gamble and try to play up against the evidently displeased new arrivals. He really wished that they could get their other companions, Demyx, Naminé and Pence, out along with them, but the chances of them successfully doing so looked horribly slim... Guess it's every man for himself...
Nodding in response to Axel, he did as he was told and braced for the jump. Still, he frowned, locked on with the cagey pair of blues to the changes in motion of Numbers VII and XII, at the same time eyeing their comrades in hopes they would find methods of escape as well.