CONCRIT POSTAm I doing something terribly and painfully wrong with Demyx? Am I so OOC that you cry yourself to sleep at night thinking how the world could be a better place if only I could change how I play him? Now's your chance to let it all out. I'll do my best to fix whatever it is that's causing you such traumatizing emotional pain, but I've ( Read more... )

A-ahh, has everyone always been this... [waves hands around] ...related?

I am never rollerblading again. I'm going to have a limp for the rest of my life, aren't I? [DDDDD| With LOADS OF HELP from his good buddy Lloyd, Demyx is sprawled out on his floor, one leg bent at a strange angle. This would be because IT'S BROKEN OH DEAR GOD.]

So. Does anyone, uhm, know how to mend broken things? More specifically, legs?

[Demyx is sitting on a bench. Why is he sitting on a bench? Because he's wearing roller blades. Why is he wearing roller blades? Because he's never used them before. And now he is not sitting. He is standing up. And roller blading away. And falling. Good times.]

[There is static, and then the obvious sound of someone outside, running towards all the noise and and fire and what have you.]

I won't be a coward! I'm going to help this time! [The cops are probably yelling or something IDK but Demyx is going to be using GOOD OL' PORTALS OF DARKNESS to get away.] The fires-- [And just stops talking and GETS DOWN ( Read more... )

Shut up! I don't know the answer! Stop yelling at me! [When in doubt, KICK THE TOILET.] This is stupid.

[stompstompstomps off to roommate.] Xigbar, the toilet's yelling and I need to go really bad but I don't know anything about ravens or writing des-- Xigbar?

... Oh. [:|] How am I supposed to go to the bathroom now?

Kula! The time to act is upon us! [Standing there, with a little lantern thing nearby, armed with 82357298 blankets and an equal amount of pillows.] We'll need as much candy as we can muster and ration the last of our cookies!

It's quiet... too quiet!

[He pauses thoughtfully, before dropping from the level and reappearing again with an air horn.] Here we go! [LOL HI LOUD NOISES OUTSIDE IN THE STREET]

Has anyone seen the... the headless...

You know what, I'll pretend that didn't happen.

No one's dead, right? No lost limbs or brains or anything? [He is back in his own room now, looking around for any possible ticks that were left in there.] I'm not sure how you'd go about reattaching a leg, anyway. Or a brain. That'd mean you're dead, I guess... [aaaand trails off mumbling to himself as he continues the search for ticks.]