(OOC: I didn't think Sora still knew any of the people from CoM. Didn't Namine trash those memories? Or did he get them back in the end of KH2 or something because I haven't played that far yet, hence my strict playing of CoM characters)
(OOC: thanks Sora for dragging me around for awhile! I really do appreciate it!)
Kairi finally awakened from her stupor when Sora nudged her. In an instant she recalled running from home, the portal, and landing here in Captain Sparrow's ship (she remembered stories Sora had told her about the life-like place). The amount of madness that was going on was insane! She saw Axel and Demyx run off into the town that ship was docked at, right where Sora was carrying Riku off to.
The amount of loss Kairi went through in a day suddenly reached her. Hoping he wouldn't mind, Kairi ran up to Sora (who was going very slow, having to carry Riku and all) and grabbed onto his arm as they ran. Then quickly they were lost in the lights and people of Tortuga.
Ariel didn't need a proper introduction.
There was fun going on, somewhere up on that ship that had sailed over these waters...but the fun was not complete! It was not...finny enough!
"Hey guys!" Ariel did a friendly tune as she rose up from the waves to the side of the ship. People were running around in dark cloaks, and one man with a pirate's hat. From the corner of her eye she saw Sora, Riku, and Kairi run off into port. Nobody was listening to her.
"I said, HEY GUYS!!" Ariel used some magic and brought the surrounding water up above the Black Pearl and down again onto the deck, drenching everyone aboard in a great wave of that wonderful H2O.
Well, at least she was noticed now...
The moment he found himself drenched in salt water, Lexaeus gave up on trying to keep up with the situation, instead retreating to the best of his abilities to a position by the cabin, where the captain could see him and he could sit down on some sturdy crates, letting out a discreetly-held breath when they didn't break. From there, he settled into watching scenes play out and waiting for an order-- it didn't matter from whom it came, the Silent Hero was not in the mood to even try and take control of a situation, nor was he a leader, having been pushed around plenty in his previous life despite his bulk, and then pushed around some more in the Organization XIII. He was a follower, not a leader.
Admittedly, one good thing had come from being tidal-waved, and that was that Vexen had been forced to stop screaming and start sputtering for breath instead. Lexaeus held onto the Crippled Academic to keep him from hurting himself further, but Vexen's ice magic had unconsciously reacted to the memory of fear and formed an aura of bitter chill around the frail Nobody, who was of course completely impervious to it but suddenly found himself stuck to Lexaeus by their soaked coats freezing together, a startled image of hilarity. Lexaeus was sure he was going to come down with pneumonia after this; niether water nor ice was his thing, after all.
(OOC: Half of me is tempted to go out for a third character and start being Davy Jones, but that would just be godmodding, wouldn't it?)
Vexen was not in the most comfortable of situations. He'd had limbs broken before, it was not a pleasant experience at any time, but under most such circumstances he could portal himself back to his laboratory, apply a potion or two, and back to normal again in a moment. Under most such circumstances he was in a locale he already had memorized and knew where to go for medical treatment. Under most circumstances he would not have been attack-drenched in seawater by an attention-deprived mermaid in a scallop-shell brassiere (clam shells didn't have those idiot ridges).
Under most circumstances, he was not being plagued by mental and psychological symptoms of nymphomania while the object of affections splinted his broken arm and held him disarmingly close, whereupon an aura generated by Vexen's own subconscious ice magic had frozen the water all over the both of them and rendered them effectively frozen together. Which in itself was uncomfortable.
(OOC: Yesss.. Be Davy Jones! >D It'll make things that much more fuuuun... only.. squiddy and not finny...)
(OOC: Well, consider what "finny fun" did for certain role models of all of ours recently, according to Vexen...)
Xigbar was not having a good time like he had hoped he would. Sure, he had finally gotten out of the castle.. but so far, things aren't hunky dorey. He got dropped on top of Axel and got stabbed in the stomach by his sharp hips. When he tried to help Larxene, he got shoved onto his ass. Xigbar was pretty sure that she had managed to make him fracture his tailbone by the pain that shot up whenever he moved his lower body too much. He saw the most horrific sight known to man-- the burning of alcohol, and now he was soaked.
Yeah. One could say that Xigbar was having a shitty day. He stood up and squeezed the nasty bay water out of his hair and looked forlornly at the rest of the organization and those running away. He looked at Luxord, who seemed to still be having a conversation, and then he looked back at the town.
"I bet there are some awesome pubs there.." he wondered offhandly as he watched a man fall out near the docks. "Some really awesome pubs.."
He kicked at Xaldin's body lightly, and then glanced up at Luxord. They really needed to go have some fun...
(( Davey Jones! He so rocks, he kicsk ass more then Jack! Okay, i;m lieing but still he kick ass...))
(OOC: Vexen's taking a survey on the topic of Davy Jones in the OOC Community, so go talk there!)
Larxene's advance came to a halt as first Roxas, and then Saix hurried over to obstruct her path, determination in their eyes. She glared at the Berserker and then at the Keyblader, her eyes practically glowing with equal parts anger and pure electricity. Her arms trembled as she clenched her fists even tighter, her antennae nearly standing on end.
"Of course not," she growled through her teeth at Saix. If one listened closely they might have even been able to hear thunder over her head. "You can have the little rat. As soon as I'm done with him." She glanced past Saix to give Axel an equal share of her "evil eye", but found the flamer gone. He was already hauling ass out of there, and dragging Demyx along with him.
"NO!!" She charged forward, heedless of either Saix or the Short One, aiming to go through them if necessary to get to her prey. But before any of them could attack a gigantic wave of water washed over the deck and soaked nearly everyone aboard. Larxene nearly lost her footing, screeching to a halt almost directly in front of Saix and Roxas, her kunai dropping to the ground. She twitched every now and then as the electricity crackling over her body went wacko, channeling through the puddling water on the deck and zapping everything that had been drenched within a radius around her. Which included quite a bit of people, Saix and Roxas most likely getting the worst of it.
And then after a quick burst of energy the electricity abruptly cut out. Nothing. She frowned and stared at her hands, holding one out practically in Roxas' face to try and zap him to oblivion. But nothing happened. She had shorted out, as most electric things do after contact with water. "DAMMIT!!" Well... at least she still had her kunai, and more of such quickly appeared again in her hands as she whirled around and flung almost twenty of them at once (no one knew how) in random directions, not caring who she hit.
"WHO DID THAT??" Larxene was not pleased. But apparently her attention span needed some work, as she'd been temporarily distracted from the fleeing Axel.
((we're all sort of scrambled and a wee bit confused on where we all are, so I'm going to assume we're all running down the docks and towards Town, but close enough to water for us to get a wee bit damp from ze wave))
At first, Namine couldn't quite make sense of anything after the shock of Larxene's violent attack. She'd last perceived coherent thought when she'd been running after Axel, Roxas and the others. Now things were all scrambled and irritatingly jumbled. She knew she'd taken far too long to recover once she lifted her head and saw Larxene and Saix finally catching up to them. In fact, Roxas was hardly a few feet away from the two and when Larxene drew forth several of her infamous weapons to strike, Namine just about panicked: she obviously planned to skewer that boy beyond recognition.
"Roxas!" Namine struggled to her feet. Just as the deadly Kunais left Larxene's fingers, Namine cast out her hands out to create a Dark Portal. The darkness unfolded in front of Roxas and spread just wide enough to swallow most of Kunais flying towards the blonde.
Whatever relief she may have felt at aiding Roxas (though he could take care of himself, of course) was instantly interrupted at the precise moment that saltwater trailed down from her hair and slipped right her eye. The next few seconds were were wasted rubbing furiously at the blasted thing. "Oh, oh!! Ow, ow ow-"
(I think my post got ate by the old thread or something. XD I'll just rework it.)
It was just a little ill-timed, the point where he decided he should turn and make a mad-dash after Axel and Demyx, because Larxene had gotten MUCH closer than he had planned. Close being RIGHT IN HIS FACE. Great effort was put into denying his body it's desire to freeze up in absolute panic, and there was no denying that having her charged kunai aimed straight at his face didn't send a bolt of terror through his being. Center of gravity veering to allow him to hopefully dodge, something halted the process... Something unforeseen and very... wet...
Glossy black boots slid with the current that had so abruptly flooded the deck and soaked the majority of those on board, and he flailed, struggling to keep from landing straight on his bum. After plenty of swaying and teetering between falling and standing up straight again, he finally regained his composure and whipped his head around to find the source. Only about two twists of his neck to find the generator of the tide were made before he felt the sharp sensation of being fried alive travel up from his boots, to his core, out to the ends of his limbs and back again. Tremoring, the blonde's movements stalled several seconds after the heinous charge had made its rounds. He learned something important that day: It was true that water made electricity worse.. much worse. That lesson would register later, though, for when he came to, he found a leather-gloved palm menacingly positioned right in his face, its intent more than clear.
Though still spasming with the occasional twitch from the current as it filtered out the remnants from his nerve ends, he had regained control of his motor skills for the most part. Signals ran from his brain all the way down to his feet, demanding of them "RUN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!" with all the fervor they could muster in their state of recovery. And they responded as well as they could, even if that only meant taking a few terror-fueled, hasty steps backward. All the time, he could break the way his eyes were magnetized to her glove, though, so focused on watching for the first spark that the hold couldn't be snapped. After a few seconds of nothing (that was a long time when talking about electricity and the Savage Nymph's eagerness to utilize it), and he blinked, but did not stop backing up, oh no. Maybe she.. short-circuited?....
.... And then the kunai came out once again. Pupils in the sea of ultramarine flecks shrunk to the size of pinpoints and he was back into the ready-to-dodge-and-run-for-his-life state again. Still, even if he were to summon up all the dexterity he had to his name, he wasn't sure he could dodge all the flying darts at such a close distance. When the flurry went flying, he started to weave, prepare to jump, dodge or whatever it looked like he needed to do, and then he heard his named called. Following Namine's shriek was that all too familiar swelling spiral of sable tendrils, swallowing up any of the sharp points that were hurtling toward him and sending them off into the abysmal darkness (he really wondered if any of the countless things they had thrown in there would ever come.. flying at them while they were warping or something like that).
(It yelled about the length, so I had to split it up.. Yeah..)
Wasting no time, he whirled around to spot the other nobody who had aided him, and nodded a "thank you" before he rushed in her direction, not stopping as he passed by her, but taking her by the wrist and pulling her along toward the decks and eventually, the town. He wasn't exactly gentle or anything about it, more like anxious to get away as fast as he possibly could from the rest of that scene as he could. Once they were off the boat and on the docks, it dawned on him that some of the people there, Pence and the three from Destiny Island, precisely, would be the ones who may have to face what they were leaving behind.... He knew Sora and his friends could take care of themselves, he was just worried for Pence. He was pretty sure he'd never faced anything like Larxene before... It was wonder as many were still alive who had, really. For a moment, his eyes had fallen downcast toward the dock with these thoughts, but a sudden explosion up ahead snapped him back into reality... Well, Axel wasn't too far ahead...
Glancing back at Namine, he offered a small smile-a little awkwardly, since he was still kind of dripping wet and slightly quaking every now and again-even if it was still a bit early for such an expression; maybe that shock messed with his perception or something... "Thanks," he said quite simply, but still appreciative. Roxas knew they weren't in the clear yet, and though he wasn't exactly skilled in the department, he felt at least trying to act a little light-hearted might help... Sora was seriously effecting the way his brain worked....
Looking ahead again, he spotted a flare of red spikes that they were catching up with, knowing imediately it was his pyrorific friend. Once they were in range, he called out as they were forced to zigzag between people and around buildings to keep pace.
"Do you have any clue were you're headed?" he howled in hopes he'd be heard, even though he doubted the answer he would receive, if he did, would be one he could place much faith in.
The look on Luxord's face could only be accurately described as horrified. Axel had displayed a blatant disregard for the conservation of good drinks, and his actions were almost a direct attack against Luxord himself, (and Xaldin and Xigbar). He took a hold of Xigbar's jacket and shook him furiously.
"Did you see that!? Did you see what he did to the RUM! That's simply uncouth! Positively insulting!" Axel being a treacherous little schemer, turning on the organization, destroying their nobodies and assisting the enemy, Luxord could take. But seeing Axel blow up the goods, well... that was just wrong. It was a line you never crossed. Ever. "Downright unforgivable!"
Luxord released his grip on Xigbar's coat, expression caught between indignation and a bit of dejection. "We won't have anywhere to drink at all if he sends every bar in town on fire." Luxord lamented.
((Fuck. that was me. @_@ someone delete it?))
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude," Xigbar said through shakes with his hands in the air. Rum was a sacred thing among them but Xigbar didn't want to feel the heat for it.
"Chill, Lux. I'm sure there are a few good bars around here," He said softly, an odd sentiment coming from the freeshooter, but he did what he had to.
Rum.. Rum sounded really good at that moment. His pony tail was puffy because of the shock of Larxene's blast and there was a kunai stuck in his bicep. He pulled the said knife out with a grunt and tossed it into the deck.
He looked at Lux and said, "Let's go." He paused at the heap that was Xaldin's body and sighed. Using his gravity powers to make number 3 considerably lighter, he threw the dreaded stabbity wonder over his shoulder and hopped down onto the docks and thoroughly avoided the burning corpses of all the drunken nights that could have been.
"Which way?" he questioned in a daze. Everything was going so fast and nothing made sense. Xigbar would need a lot of alcohol to get his wits about him again.
Soon after Xiggy wiggy got up(teh cuteness)Xaldin began to regain consciousness. After taking a thwack like that to the back of the head anyone would be out cold... for about... ever. He got to his feet, looked around and didn't see much but the liquor bottle he had so easily managed to spill. "Guess they left me a taste of the sweet elixir..." He didn't even realize his surroundings weren't the same as before. He was still shaken up. Xaldin looked around again to realize he was alone. "I'm alone... in where?"
He then noticed Xigbar walking about looking for somthing. He then skipped over to Xigbar whistling. The last bits of his stabbity rage were still getting through him. He approached Xigbar. "I... need... booze... nowl" Walking to the nearest intersection he checked around the blocks for a tavern. He turned around and saw Luxord. Xaldin gave Luxord an evil look, he was still furious at Luxord for drinking his alcohol. "So are we gonna have some booze or what?" He asked Luxord with an appealing smile.
Axel had been within reach! Just one swing and then.....but before Sai'X could even start to lift his massive weapon the red head was up and bolting with DemyX in tow, and..blowing things up on the dock. The display was rather impressive regardless of how annoying it was that Axel was yet again, evading him.
"Damn it! I'm getting tired of following him all over the place!" Sai'X turned to snarl at Larxene about letting their prey get away, she was the one who did best at long distance combat after all, when he noticed the two small blondes scrambling away from the infuriated Nypmh and then spotted a large shadow looming across the deck. He turned, eyes growing wide as a huge wave of sea water crashed over everything.
The Lunar came out sputtering, spitting salt water while attempting to remove several strands of kelp from his hair. Belatedly he remembered the bolts of super-charged electricity that had been sparking around Larxene before the wave hit. As he looked up the impending voltage explosion surged through the saturated deck...and being the closest to Larxene at the time he absorbed the worst of it. Severe twitching and shrieking ensued before the Berserker quite literally collapsed in a smoking heap. His eyes were wide, hair fuzzed out in all directions and minute seizures shook his limbs for several seconds after the source of the charge had shorted out.
On the bright side, the shock therapy had knocked him out of the impending rage of Berserk form. He sat up slowly, shaking as he combed his fingers through his hair and dazedly attempted to regain his senses. Luxord was screaming at Xigbar about rum? Larxene was bitching again, everything was wet and smelled very burnt at the same time. Numbly, Sai'X got to his feet and wobbled towards the dock, most of it was smoldering, the fires having ravaged the wood, but there were parts that seemed capable of holding his weight enough that he could head into town.
For once in his non-existence, he felt the immediate need for a hard drink.
The scene on board the Black Pearl was rapidly going from bad to worse. It seemed that several of the black coats were ready to attack one of their own, a man with spikey red hair who was currently stuck to one of his comrades. The blue-haired man and the blonde bee-woman looked like they were ready to kill, either the redhead or each other, at least that's how it seemed to Jack. A boy who seemed to greatly resemble Sora looked like he was going to attempt to stand up to the attackers(he was using two of those keyblade things???)
Then, several unpleasant things occurred almost at once. The redhead took off, dragging his unfortunate companion with him. As he left the ship and reached the dock, several things(probably rum barrels) exploded in a loud, fiery display. That can't be good.... Sora and co. took off after the man almost immediately as well, it seemed they managed to avoid the ensuing fires. As they were leaving, he heard a girl's voice call to them, from what sounded like the water below the ship. Why would someone be swimming in the harbor? Suddenly the water around the ship began to rise into the air, floating magically in midair above the deck....Oh, bugger...... At the same time, the woman seemed to be surrounded by lightning bolts...things were NOT looking good. Then the wall of water came crashing down.
Fortunately, Jack, the Superior, and the injured man seemed to be far enough away to avoid the resulting electric shock treatment the others got. They were all looking rather...not good. Jack was soaking wet and not all that happy. These visitors were trouble. A lot of trouble. "All right, listen up mates!" he shouted to all present. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and this is MY ship. In light of recent events, I demand everyone off. Now!. I will take you into town, and help you to find a place more suited to your...apparent love of discord." He turned to the silver haired man at his side. "Now, good sir...if you'll follow me...we can see about rum that's not currently afire."
Lexaeus's opinion of the pirate captain amounted to two words: THANK YOU. An excuse to disembark without committing any apparent acts of treason!
Because the Organization was very VERY paranoid as a whole, and the slightest deviation in attitude was seen as treason (the fact that Marluxia had attempted to lead an actual revolt, however, was duly noted).
And because Lexaeus a) was getting seasick, b) had just been electrocuted, c) still had yet to figure out what to do about Xemnas's present state of intoxication, and d) was getting very annoyed with the situation himself, and quite honestly did not in the least bit blame the captain.
If the Silent Hero got up stiffly, it was only because of the ice presently encasing his body and that of the Frozen Scholar. An awkward shrugging movement, and most of the ice cracked and flaked off, leaving only wet smudges and a still-Frozen-Scholar fastened to his arm.
It was a small comfort that Vexen also seemed less than comfortable with the situation. Did he know how absurdly adorable that scrunched-up angry sour-lemon face made him look?
The dock didn't look stable enough to support the Massive Hero, especially not with the Frosty Academic presently fused to him. Still, Lexaeus found some way to manage (though how he did, even he wasn't sure afterward), stepped across to stable ground and then immediatly collapsed against a nearby wall, catching his breath and mentally thanking whatever deities did or did not exist for his own general safety and that of his companions (and crush).
(OOC: HEY! Everybody who's paying attention to this, head over to the OOC community and post already! There's some important issues happening!)
How they had managed to NOT get electrocuted, onto the deck and into the town Demyx was not sure. He sniffled at the loss of his coat pulls, the singed leather was an unpleasant smell and he doodled on his thingamabobs during one bored night.
The trio wandered rather aimlessly, the cobblestone streets caked with mud, with pieces of broken glass, bullet casings and various odd things to dance around laying everywhere. It appeared they were in a place known as Tortuga, and from the looks of things, a pirate town. Pubs lined the streets, and peering through the dirty windows the bard could see people fighting over who's rum was being stolen by what bilge rat, hats flung about as the landlocked seamen punched, parried, shot and swung at one another.
"Eeeh, I think this place is a bit rowdy," the dirty blond commented to no one in particular, turquoise eyes darting around, hoping no one would decide to beat him up once they were kicked out of whatever establishment they were in, before they wandered to the next bar.
A light flickered at the end of the ally, glinting off the dirtied stones. Ears perked when Demyx heard the sound of laughter and music. It was very faint, but the tune seemed familiar, and cheerful. So far, it seemed like the closest thing to friendly Demyx had seen since they got here. Pointing enthusiastically toward the sounds, "Let's go there!" and with a slight skip in his step, he grabbed the blond and the redhead and headed toward the pup.
'Wow', was all Sora could think, 'So this is Tortuga!'. He had been to many worlds, but deep down, he was still just a fun-loving island kid, and this rowdy, active town was amazing to Sora. Sure, he had been enraptured by the idea of pirates when he was a kid, and he had been to this world before, but he had been a bit preoccupied then. This, this was, wow.
All around them (them being Sora, Kairi and Riku-though he was not so much with the noticing part-), there was activity. This truly was a piracy town. There were people lugging crates of rum around, women walking while being followed by lechers, a few fights braking out, people being thrown out of pubs and quickly scrambling back into another, even some vendors selling treasure maps guaranteed to 'fufill your wildest dreams!'. Sora was enraptured. Even in their different looking clothing, the three of them were barely given a second glance.
Even if they did blend in, they still needed some sort of plan. And planning meant standing around and talking, so, time to 'ditch' the dead weight. Sora headed over to some abandoned crates that looked sturdy enough, and sat Riku onto them. Immediately, Sora did a full body stretch, ahh feels so good. Fidgeting for a second, just to get all the kinks out, he began to talk to Kairi.
"Mmmmm, so Kairi, what now? We made it away from the Organization for the time being, so we hopefully are safe from them. Unless they come into town too, ugh. We only ate a little while ago, so I guess we couldn't eat something to pass time. Maybe we could just wander around? Though, with heh, second place here," he made a gesture to the still unconscious Riku. "I'm not sure how much wandering I can do."
Hmmm, Sora really hoped those crates held.
((Ah, sorry guys. Last week was hectic and disorganized. Lost track of the days, won't happen again!))
"Hmmm," Kairi looked over at Riku concerningly (there was no way those crates would hold for long...that should wake him up...maybe). For someone who ventured through darkness for over a year, took on new physical shapes, and more-or-less walked around blind (how did he see through that blindfold?) it was very surprising such a small event as being knocked down by Luxord would make him comatose for so long a time. Then again, secretly she believed he was still sleeping and giving Sora a hard time on purpose...it seemed more likely.
"Riku can take care of himself," Kairi said to Sora, giving Riku another once-over. "We can check out the city and then come back for him after. The organization will leave him alone, right? He'll be fine."
The sounds of women giggling, men being tossed out of pubs, and pigs squealing as they roamed the streets freely all came from behind them. Three tall, slender women in loose-fitting red dresses passed by them and all gave blow-kisses to Sora. Kairi's face transitioned to a deep shade of pink.
"C'mon," she took Sora's hand, making sure to go into the opposite directiong of the three passing strumpets. "Let's go!"
[[Ah, sorry about inactivity.. been having trouble. Will get to writing a post before Friday, if not right now ;D]]
Within the dimly-lit interior of a rather rundown pub, raucous laughter rang out, accompanied by loud yelling, seamen curses, the shattering of glass bottles and the occasional crash of a table breaking into splinters. A number of dirty, smelling, hygienically-challenged men, along with some women of equal stature, occupied the bar, and it was packed. They sang and yelled and cheered and laughed and cursed and fought. And they drank. A lot.
Amid the ensuing chaos a single being sat lethargically at a table, hunched over in his chair. He was quite obviously the most outstanding person in the pub. Dressed in black with streaming, silver hair, it wasn't hard to pick him out of the crowd, especially given the three large wings that he bore. The wing on his back drooped as he threw his head back and took a long swig from the wine bottle clenched in his hand, a pile of black feathers accumulating under his chair as they occasionally fell from his wings to drift to the dirty floor. He'd obviously been here a while. His very long sword was stabbed into the wooden support beam behind him, jutting dangerously from it. Four people had already clotheslined themselves upon it.
The one-winged angel Sephiroth had journeyed to every world he could think of, looking for his eternal rival Cloud. But the bastard was nowhere to be found. Figured. Dejected, disappointed, and in a foul mood, he'd stopped at Port Royal for a quick rest and perhaps a drink. He couldn't even remember how many he'd had now.
"CLooOOuuUdD!" he yelled drunkenly, raising his other hand to jab his finger in the face of the man sitting directly across from him. Or at least, he tried to, but only managed to point to the man's left. "I challenges yoou..." It took the angel a moment to realize his error, and after a pause he swung his arm over and reoriented on the man in front of him. "I challenges you's too a match! Right 'ere, riiight... noww."
"I ain't no cloud, y' drunken basta'd!" the other man yelled back, though he was in equal, if not worse shape than Sephiroth. Sephiroth blinked and stared at him for a while. His vision was astoundingly blurred.
"Y' not?................Damn....Wells I challenges ya's an'ways," he slurred. The man muttered something incomprehensible, apparently accepting his challenge, and propped his elbow up on the table. Sephiroth did the same, and they clasped hands firmly. His head bobbed briefly before he shook it and tried to focus again. "One, two...elevenny-sue, go!" They both tensed up and began to push against the other's hand as the arm-wrestling contest began, a test of pure arm strength to see who would better the other. Normally Sephiroth would have promptly trounced the man, but his hand swayed first one way, then the other, as if unsure which direction to go. He couldn't win like this. A little "intervention" was in order.
So he leaned his head forward in an attempt to headbutt the man, but wasn't quite close enough. Instead, his dangerously-pointy silver bangs poked the man in the eye. As he yelled in pain Sephiroth slammed his hand down and consequently hurled the man out of his seat and halfway across the bar, bouncing and rolling until he crashed into another table.
"HA!" Sephiroth knocked over his chair as he stood up, clenching his wine bottle by the neck, and he swayed and teetered unsteadily on his feet, having drawn attention to himself after pitching the man like a baseball. He whirled around and grabbed the hilt of the Masamune, tugging it from the support beam and swinging it dangerously about, nearly beheading three people. "CLOUD!! I knows y' here...y' chocobo-wuss! C'mout! Weee gots a score t ' settle!" He glanced around at the bar filled with people, taking another drink of wine. "C'mon! I'll take on alla ya's! Prob'ly hidin' Cloud from me... Yeah that's it!! Where is 'e! Cough it up, gorrammit!"
He slashed at nothing and managed to sink his keen blade in another support beam. He glanced at it suspiciously, and then tugged at it, but it was stuck fast in the wood and wouldn't budge. "Oy! Unhaaand my sword!" He placed a foot on the wooden beam and pulled hard, straining for a moment before finally disloding his sword. Of course he went stumbling backwards, crashing into another occupied table in an attempt to regain his balance. He straightened up again and turned to one of the men seated at the table before punching him straight in the jaw. "Cloud! There y'are!" He raised his bottle to his lips, seemingly not even realizing that it had been broken from the punch, and attempted to guzzle down air before chucking the remains of the bottle away. "Stannup 'n fight me!"
But the bottle that he chucked away crashed over another man's head and shattered, sending glass flying. The man, in a fit of rage, turned to the first person he saw and punched them in the mouth, who coincidentally toppled backward and spilled his drink in another's lap. That man then stood up and grabbed his chair, flailing wildly about with it, and everyone else around them decided it would be a good idea to join in, and so an uproarious bar brawl was started inadvertantly by the swordsman who had been wishing for a fight the whole time anyway.
"Let's go there!" Demyx grabbed Axel and Roxas by the coatsleeves and dragged them into a pub that seemed a bit more well-lit then the others. Cheery music was playing, and everything seemed to be going fairly well. There was only the occasional yell, brawl, or breaking of glass. Axel looked around. "It smells funny here". Local drunkards glanced at the strange party, then went back to their brews. At least no one here thought they were out of the ordinary. Then again, Axel was pretty sure none of them were currently capable of coherent thought.
It soon became apparent that the Nobodies were not the only strangers to this place. A man with long flowing silver hair and a ridiculously long sword screeched a drunken challenge to the person unfortunate enough to be sitting near him. They arm wrestled, and the poor local ended up getting hurled across the room. Now there's a strange person...he doesn't look like a nobody...but he's no ordinary person either Axel thought. The man now began screaming for someone named Cloud. He began swinging his absurdly long sword around, and got it stuck in a beam. Axel and co. watched with mild amusement as the silver haired man struggled to extract it, yelling at the beam and people in general.
Soon after dislodging the sword, the man managed to start a huge fight. People began shouting, throwing various items, and punching whoever happened to be closest to them. Axel ducked under a flying rum bottle and casually blocked a nearby pirate's attempt at a punch. "Yeah, real good choice Demyx" he said dryly.
"Lookit those three!" someone off to the side yelled. "Th'y gots black coats. Bet th'r with that long sword man! Get 'em!" The trio found themselves now the center of attention of every currently concious drunk in the bar.
First they had been bolting in an attempt to catch up, and next thing he knew they were being pulled? Getting dragged really wasn't a problem, it was trying to dodge any obstructions that came into his path in the split second of motion from when Axel passed, and for any stray bottles, limbs or anything else that was soaring so aimlessly through the atmosphere. When they had stopped again, they were in some sort of swell of rank, crusty seamen, their jabber, swaggery movements, and, above all, their distinguished perfume built up after untold moons without hygiene.
The smallest grimace graced the short one's face as his gaze trailed over the scene and to the man whose hair flowed with the flickering radiance of quicksilver, and... HOLY CRAP, THAT WAS A BIG SWORD! Roxas did a double-take, doing his best to convince his senses that they were deceiving themselves, but to no avail. It was, to put it in the least sugar-coated way possible, ridiculous. How did he even walk around with that thing without-BAM!
All that scrupulous speculation had stolen away Roxas' keenness of the riotous shindig they were right in the middle of, which consisted of many stray things sailing in all directions, one specifically being something like.. a shoe maybe to the back of his skull. It wasn't a particularly hard blow, but it was enough to make him stumble foreword, the falter caused just as much by surprise as the force behind the blow itself. Blonde tuffs of hair were rustled up and down as he rubbed the spot on his scalp, sighing a vexed sigh as he began to raise back up, then paused. "Th'y gots black coats" was all he needed to hear. Even that wasn't needed, actually, he felt eyes coming down like spears in their direction, willing to drill endless holes through their fibers, if they were capable. Veering from wince to glower, he looked around, stepping back to the other two (and Namine?) to regain the few feet he had lost after being bludgeoned. They needed.. to ditch their uniforms.. They only brought paaaaain....
"... They can't be any worse than Larxene, right?" There was still room for optimism yet! Still, these guys were drunk out of their minds, so reasoning wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. It looked like they were going to have to hack and slash their way out of this one...
*portals in waking up from a dazed stuper* "...where am i?? o__O" *looks at the man with white hair, then looks around at the others, who are seemingly angry for something* "wha~~~ black coats?" *gets hit in the face by a bottle* O__O!!! *takes to one knee knocking him out of his stuper* *stares angrily at the various people* "so...you have a problem with black coats, do you? mwhahaha, well... then i suppose you wont have any problem with this *grins* *xemnas emits a burst of light as he goes into his final form, blinding all around* so... who was the one that threw tha bottle at me *gets into a battle stance and lunges into the sea of people*