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Who: Demyx manic_melody and Roxas gold_keyblade
When: About five minutes after this entry was posted.
What: Mortal Kombat, pretty much...
Where: The fountain
Warnings: Lots of violence, and probably gratuitous swearing on Roxas' part.
Rating: PG: This will not be pretty. >>;
With a few quick steps, a black-hooded male peered out from behind a corner. He scanned the area around the fountain carefully, knowing that Roxas would be near it, waiting. The male pulled his hood back and revealed his dirty -blond mullet, flicking a hand through it and sighing. Roxas was always the first one on the scene, waiting. Demyx clenched his fists, nervous and aggravated. His mind raced for a few moments, dogging back and forth between the fear of fighting the keyblade bearer, and the aggravation of his constant, depressingly moody attitude. Demyx clenched his arms around his sides, leaning against the wall for a moment.
"That snarky, annoying little shrimp..." He sighed, looking back out for a moment from behind the corner. Pushing himself up against the wall and unclenching his fists, the male put them at his sides and moved past the wall. He walked toward the fountain with a noticeable slump, both from his dread of the fight and his aggravation at someone he honestly thought was his friend. Demyx straightened himself, moving quickly and found himself at the fountain. With another sigh, he pulled his hood up and summoned his sitar. He didn't need to be as much of an egg-head as Vexen to know that Roxas was near, and very, very angry. Resigning himself to the fight, Demyx focused on the sounds of water pouring from the fountain, ready.
When: About five minutes after this entry was posted.
What: Mortal Kombat, pretty much...
Where: The fountain
Warnings: Lots of violence, and probably gratuitous swearing on Roxas' part.
Rating: PG: This will not be pretty. >>;
With a few quick steps, a black-hooded male peered out from behind a corner. He scanned the area around the fountain carefully, knowing that Roxas would be near it, waiting. The male pulled his hood back and revealed his dirty -blond mullet, flicking a hand through it and sighing. Roxas was always the first one on the scene, waiting. Demyx clenched his fists, nervous and aggravated. His mind raced for a few moments, dogging back and forth between the fear of fighting the keyblade bearer, and the aggravation of his constant, depressingly moody attitude. Demyx clenched his arms around his sides, leaning against the wall for a moment.
"That snarky, annoying little shrimp..." He sighed, looking back out for a moment from behind the corner. Pushing himself up against the wall and unclenching his fists, the male put them at his sides and moved past the wall. He walked toward the fountain with a noticeable slump, both from his dread of the fight and his aggravation at someone he honestly thought was his friend. Demyx straightened himself, moving quickly and found himself at the fountain. With another sigh, he pulled his hood up and summoned his sitar. He didn't need to be as much of an egg-head as Vexen to know that Roxas was near, and very, very angry. Resigning himself to the fight, Demyx focused on the sounds of water pouring from the fountain, ready.