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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 10:11:06 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon!
Repliku sighed as he looked at Traverse town. While he didn't know the town per say, Repliku knew he was going to have to explore the place. After all if he was to get to the level of power to match his template, or even surpass him, Repliku needed to know more about the various places out there. Having only known Castle Oblivion as his home before, he knew he needed somewhere new to call home for himself. If he was to deal with Organization XIII in the way he deemed fitting, Repliku also knew he was going to have a lot of work to do. Since this cloned body had none of the fighting skills his previous one had, he was going to have to find someone willing to educate him.
Of course it was more than a simple education he needed. Repliku was going to have to rebrand himself completely. Unlike he had been in the past, he was not going to be manipulated. This replica of the weapon Riku once wielded disgusted him. Had he any other defense he would use it instead. If he still had his affinity for the black energy he manipulated like Riku had, he could perhaps learn how to use that for himself again.
One of the moves he wanted to create for himself was some sort of blast of black energy out of the palm of his hand. Perhaps he could also learn how to channel it into the pale imitation he now wielded, unless he could find a suitable replacement weapon. Obviously he was going to need someone who could teach him.
His skills were going to need to be relearned. In addition he also needed clothes for himself that set him apart from his template. His current outfit was hideous. Looking at the ugly purple outfit he wore on his body, Repliku wished he had a different outfit for himself at present. Of course he didn't have the munny for new clothes for himself. New clothes were going to be hard for him because he had never picked out his own garments. Repliku didn't know where to go in this town, to be honest.
As he had never been in the town before, Repliku realized he had a great deal of exploration he needed to do. Step one on his travels should be to get himself some new attire. This was practical for a great deal of reasons. One of them was that if he had something else to wear he was going to be more comfortable than he was now. Another was simpler, he didn't appreciate looking like Riku. Sure, likely by now Riku no longer used this particular outfit, but it still was psychologically undesirable to the replica. Anything connected to Riku was something he didn't desire - to be completely honest. Thus he wanted to rid himself of his connections to Riku.
Wandering aimlessly through the town, Repliku wished he had a map of the area. Perhaps he could buy some maps of the various worlds assuming he had the munny to do that. "Okay. Step one. Find someone to teach you more about your Soul Eater Replica so you can turn it into an actual keyblade for yourself." MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 20:36:37 GMT -5
The stars really made the sky look like a swirling sea, enchanting and calm with the gently twinkling lights at the hearts of the worlds. It was hard to believe there were so many other places, each with their own incarnations of light and darkness and things in-between. It was nice for a traveler to just sit back and soak the immensity of the universe all up, or unload the stress of it in this town of perpetual night: Traverse Town, one of those 'halfway' town where lost souls would make home anew.
In the primary shopping area- the 2nd District- a young man clad in a black coat laid on a bench watching those stars. His hands clasped behind his hooded head, his feet crossed dangling off the side, he listened to the splashing of the fountain and imagined the sky a vast ocean. Water always brought him the most calm, especially in times like this when there were just so many sides to choose from.
Demyx was personally caught in a choice that made him want to distract himself. He didn't want to go back to the Organization, but if they found him lazing around he would be toast. He was tired of all the work, all the getting ordered around and spending his days off getting told he ‘doesn't have a heart, so why bother?’ But for all he knew, in the time he was gone, they all found their hearts and went their separate ways, leaving him to find his own. If they did, he wanted to know how! To play his sitar with heart again! It would be a dream come true...
The Nocturne was indecisive. He had been laying on the bench for hours, half trying to convince himself to find the ol’ Organization, half convincing himself to just hide and hope they don't find him. Maybe he could make a new name for himself here? Maybe he could make a little munny if he set up on a corner and started strumming a tune.
The hooded Nobody was probably going to spend a few more hours debating with himself, laying around, staring at the stars.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 20:53:58 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! The clone of the hero Riku had been wanting to spend a day on the beach, relaxing. This seemed like it was not his destiny because today he had encountered someone else on the beach. The someone else was technically a Nobody, a member of Organization XIII. If there was one thing Repliku knew about them, it was the fact they had a tendency to be a severe pain for him to put up with. Larxene electrocuting him and knocking him unconscious before his memories were reprogrammed came to mind. At present he hadn't the skill to protect himself from anything they had planned. Hopefully the individual was not here to work for the Organization. Yet if he was not, why was he simply laying there on the beach? As Repliku had never experienced time off, or a vacation before, he had no clue as to what was being done by the individual.
A frown had formed on the face of the clone as he approached Demyx, and looked at him. "What are you doing here?" asked Repliku, wanting to learn the answer to why the Organization member was there. There were many things the replica needed to learn about the worlds, and people. Here could be the start. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 22:18:58 GMT -5
The Nobody very visibly jumped at the voice that just joined him, nearly falling off his bench, but a half-heartedly smooth save saw him try to stand up. No way he was gonna let some kid get the jump on him! Unfortunately, his leg got caught on the bench. With a heavy sigh of deep inconvenience, Demyx held up a single finger, begging patience.
“Okay, um, wait just a second, please.”
The next few minutes saw the bumbling young man attempting to dislodge his foot from the artful iron bars that held the bench together. When he finally succeeded, he stood straight up and leaned cooly against the wall behind him as if that embarrassing display hadn't happened.
Trying to be serious, dark, and brooding, Demyx kept his hood up and deepened his voice. Maybe the kid would get spooked and leave.
“I’m just enjoying the scenery. It's a nice place, this Traverse Town. A quiet place to think and… stuff. A better question is what are you doing here, huh? Like scaring people that are just trying to kick back and relax, I bet! Totally not cool."
Smooth.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 12:46:04 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! "Sadly you are a member of Organization XII. This alone makes you my enemy, because of what some of their members did to me while I was in Castle Oblivion," stated Repliku as he summoned Soul Eater. "Still, let it not be said that I am not a fair individual. I will give you a chance to convince me you are not like Larxene, or Marluxia who repurposed me to be little more than their weapon - and tool to take over the Organization, and control Sora." Repliku knew he could not take Demyx in a fight, but wanted to give the appearance of being able to do so. This was why he summoned Soul Eater to his hand. Sure he detested the weapon he had, but it was his only means of protection against the Organization at present.
In the future he was definitely getting a new blade for himself. Sure he was accustom to Soul Eater, but he could adapt to a new weapon easily, if he put forth the effort to do so. "You may start explaining whenever you deem yourself, ready." MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 12:38:56 GMT -5
Demyx raised his hands defensively when the demon-wing blade came into play. He jumped back and waved his hands as if to say 'I’m safe! I’m safe!’. He really didn't want some kid with a fancy sword beating the crap out of him again.
“Hey, heeey! No need for threats, I promise I’m the most harmless guy in the Organization.” He brought his hands up to his head and removed his hood, revealing a dirty blond mullet and emerald green eyes, accompanied by a nervous but sincere-appearing smile. “Name’s Demyx, and let me tell you I’m sooo glad you know Larx and the Marlush-mallow, 'cause I am the exact opposite of those bossy try-hards! They had all their schemes and plans, all I want is to play my sitar!”
The Nobody raised a palm in the air, and the water in the 2nd District’s fountain stirred. Bubbles raised from around Demyx’s feet, coalescing within his hand as a zero-g watery mass. Slowly the water took shape, vaguely resembling a guitar, before a final explosive aqua burst gave it solidity, revealing Demyx's Nobody-sigil-shaped signature instrument. Water dripped from its form, dissipating into the air, as he swiftly swung it down and around into proper playing position. Finally, he gave the strings a quick pass to complete his little show, shaking off the last of the loose water.
“This is Arpeggio,” he said with love and pride, cradling it to his face. “My pride and joy! She’s the sweetest sounding instrument I’ve ever had, like crystal blue waves crashing against a red sand shore during a yellow and pink swirling sunset…” His eyes seemed to tear as his gaze was lost in the soft blues of his sitar.
Demyx, remembering he had company, laughed sheepishly and sat back down on the bench, laying his sitar across his lap. “So, uh, you say they 'repurposed’ you, eh? Sounds like them, you’re either a puppet or in their way,” he said with an understanding tone, plucking the strings lightly. “I didn't know much about what happened in Castle Oblivion, but the few things I have heard are just nuts… personally, I'm 90% sure the whole Organization is nuts. But if they're anything like they were before I, erm, bit the dust, you don't stand a chance kid..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 13:05:42 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! "I was a clone of Riku that was created by Vexen to motivate Riku to embrace the darkness instead of reject it in Castle Oblivion. Larxene is as much of a jerk as I remember her being before I bit the dust. I don't know how we are back, Demyx," stated Repliku as he stared at the Sitar for a moment. Even the Sitar would be preferable over the Dark sword that he currently called his only possession other than the Dark Suit. Really he needed to do a lot of things. Perhaps he could convince Demyx to help him. His attempt to get Larxene not to meddle in his "shopping" in the Castle that Never Was had been less than successful. In fact, it had been an epic failure.
"I'll make you an offer, Demyx. You play some music for me on that," Repliku continued staring at the Sitar. "And I will spare you, because you're not like the ones of the Organization I absolutely despise. They are probably the same as you remember, if my unpleasant encounter with Larxene was anything to go by recently."
Really, Repliku wanted to hear the music because Demyx had hyped it up. Music was something Repliku had never heard. "So do you accept my offer?" asked Repliku offering a hand to Demyx to seal the deal in a handshake. Hopefully he could learn about music. From the way Demyx had spoke, the Sitar could create beautiful sounds - and Repliku wanted to hear them. The sword had been desummoned by Repliku, as right now he did not feel as if he needed it. Unlike Marluxia, or Larxene, he felt that Demyx was not as much of a jerk. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 17:09:48 GMT -5
Demyx was so caught off-guard by the Riku clone’s request that he actually jumped up in surprise. Since becoming a Nobody, no one he spent time around ever wanted to hear the music he could play. It was his favorite hobby when he was whole, and it brought him such calm since he lost his heart, but all the others ever told him was to stop making such racket. Though the emotions he presented were really just memories of a heart long-gone, he would never give up his music, and now the memory of sharing his music before filled his head.
“Y-yes! Of course! You don't even have to threaten me for that,” he said with a giddy tone. Demyx grabbed Arpeggio and sat on the ground, crossing his legs with the body resting in the space. “So you see, this part is the sound-box, or kaddu, and this up here is how you make the sound higher or lower, but I kinda stylized it-” He laughed, stopping himself with a dismissive wave. “Sorry, I don't get many chances to talk about this! But I’ll get to the best part first.”
With a wave of his hand, the three thick strings melted into water, reforming into 26 glittering fine threads. He turned the yellow spiked tuning pegs, then began plucking the strings, losing himself to the magically enhanced music. The memories guided his fingers…
(credit to Nelly Slide Guitar of YouTube)
Demyx lowered the sitar and closed his eyes. The music brought a force on him, a wave of something that gave him goosebumps, but the good kind that a person would savor. His hand rested upon his chest, searching for whatever the source of that feeling was. But the feeling was gone as soon as he paid it mind, and the effort to preserve it was fruitless. With a sad smile, he looked back at his one-man audience and gave a peace sign.
“Haha, there you go! Just you wait, when I get my heart back, it’s all going to sound so much better. Emotions- real ones, not just the memories of 'em- are like magic. They make everything better… especially music! Not that anyone agreed with me, especially Mr. Science, Vexen!” Demyx puffed with exasperation, just remembering his old bosses was an effort. He returned to his seat on the bench, dusting the dirt from the ground off his coat before sitting.
“Oh man, don’t get me started about the Ice-Cream Man himself! Dude had it out for me since I joined… threatened to freeze me so many times!” Demyx crossed his arms and squinted wildly, pretending to be Vexen, mimicking his accent with bad accuracy, “‘If you detest doing anything so fervently, number IX, you can sit placid in a block of ice!'” Demyx blew a raspberry and sighed. “And Larxene’s still around…” he shivered. “I really don't envy you bud, she’s terrifying, even on her good days.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 19:32:40 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! As the wonderful sitar playing wrapped around him like a warm embrace, Repliku felt a warmth in his chest. Music was truly wonderful and something he wanted to experience more often. When Demyx had his heart back, Repliku was definitely going to insist that the former Nobody play music for him, a lot of music. An idea began to come to the mind of Repliku, and it was a truly inspired one. The both of them hated the Organization, and Repliku needed someone who could help him get up to the level of skill that he needed. This was where Demyx who had been to many worlds, and likely seen many people dish it out with one another came into mind.
If he could convince the Nobody, he might have someone who could help him pick up some useful skills. "You know I just got a brilliant idea, Demyx. We should team up. We both believe the Organization has completely lost their marbles. We both are looked down upon by them. And we both have a lot to learn before we can consider ourselves ready to seize fate, destiny, chance, or what have you, and punch it in the gut until it gives us both what we desire most."
Repliku's hand extended towards Demyx. "So why don't we help each other out?" MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 6:40:20 GMT -5
Demyx’s hand brushed the ends of his mullet as he scratched the back of his neck. He stared at the copy’s open hand with obvious reservation, the logic in his mind begging him to turn tail and bolt. But this kid, however much a mimic, asked to hear his music. He even seemed to enjoy it, and gave the Nobody a faint sensation of… pride? Still, this was a tough call, to action or to inclination?
“It depends… Like, yeah I think they're all chock full of crazy in their own little ways, but they're still who took me in when I had nothing, was nothing…” He rested his elbow on his knee and his face in his palm. “I can't really agree to any plans against them, you know? I owe the Organization, even if they did treat me like a hindrance nine times outta ten… they don't have hearts to tell them it's wrong to do some of the things they do."
With a heavy sigh he leaned back into the bench, the cheery demeanor he had been struggling to hold up through this talk of his only family in this life, it had faded in its entirety, leaving an empty look on the young man’s face. He looked up at the stars again, and began moving an open palm in a flowing wave, tracing the shape of infinity. Small droplets began forming in the wake of his hand.
“You don't punch destiny to get what you want. Fate is like a river,” his voice had taken a serious tone. “A person can try to redirect it, stop its waters, make it convenient or get it out of the way, but it always flows into the same place.”
The droplets had expanded into a full shape, a small torrent flowing ever forward into itself against night sky. Stars twinkled like multi-color gems under the thin veil of lightly blue waves.
“You can fight it all you want, your destiny will get what it wants out of you no matter how hard you can hit, no matter how strong the walls you put up to try. With time, water will take back its proper course.” He gently dropped his hand, the free-floating liquid dispersing back to the air he’d retrieved it from.
Demyx blew a puff of air at a strand of hair in his face. It felt so wrong when the emptiness took him over, made him all serious. He was an emotional person, so much so that even as a shell he had to do his very best to feel. And, despite everything he was told, he thought he was very good at it. But these spurts of lifeless harble-glarble, they were a total buzzkill.
“Okay,” he said, the light returning to his eyes and the light-heartedness returning to his voice. “Bottom line of it all, just don't punch fate too hard, 'kay?” He crossed his arms. “So you obviously got a plan, copy-cat. I’m not promising anything- believe me, I am definitely not the kind of guy you want to ask to work- but I’ll at least tell you if you're gonna get absolutely destroyed trying whatever you wanna try. Which you totally will be, but I can just reassure you of it. Sorry." He smiled, trying to be nice, but obviously not sorry.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 8:27:25 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! As the replica considered the words spoken by the member of the Organization he had no beef with, Repliku genuinely considered. The statement made it seem as if he coulde not win. The last statement reassured him a little, but reassurance was something Repliku knew may have been something to make him feel better, or so he assumed anyway. His hand closed for a moment, and he sighed.
"Very well. I will adjust the plans to leave the Organization part out of it. However, there is one part that sadly must involve the Organization's possessions. It is due to the fact I lack information on what the Black Coats are made out of,"
Repliku groaned. He then sighed once more. "Look. I need an Organization Black Coat - so I can pay someone munny to redesign it so that it fits my tastes. Unless you know of any other outfits besides mine that could shield one against the darkness that is, Demyx. The first step is to make me less scary to the locals, and thus ditch this symbol," Repliku tapped the heartless symbol on his chest. Repliku frowned. "Of course doing so will probably risk your life, so we need to find another solution, one that is feasible but does not put either of us at risk. Do you have any suggestions?" MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 9:25:42 GMT -5
With a small smile, Demyx felt some solace that the boy had actually listened. Less blood on his hands if things go wrong, much less if he can actually dissuade a bad situation from the start. Still, this wasn't all for himself. Despite his big plans and all that work this kid was planning on, Demyx was developing a kind of soft spot. He wouldn't give that kind of life-saving advice to anyone, right? Well, actually, he probably would, but who has ever listened to it? Only really this weird kid right here. It's a shame he was making such a difficult to fulfill request...
“I don't really have any ideas. I mean you hit the nail on the head: if I straight up take a coat I’m as good as dead six times over, and obviously I need mine…” He tapped his chin, thinking, but always coming up with an answer that resulted in him getting hurt, killed, or worse: doing a lot of legwork. “The easiest, least Demyx-dies-at-the-end option we have is… I could-” he paused, deliberating heavily. He let out a sigh of inconvenience and covered his mouth with his hand, regretting each word as it left his mouth: “I could talk to one of the guys up top on how these are made.” He brought his palm to his head, already seeing his castle-chore ridden fate sealed.
He glared fiercely at the clone, “No promises, alright? I’ll slip in a word if I can, but I gotta protect myself too.” He almost felt bad he was so adamant about this. “I swear I’m not like Vexen or Larxene, but I don't want to die if I can help. I’ve already technically done it once… twice? Either way, not fun.” He picked up Arpeggio and plucked the strings nervously. “Now that I think about it, I’ve probably risked a lot just talking to you…”
“But I do think you’re pretty cool, so I’ll give you that. Not often someone wants to hear my jams, less often anyone listens to my advice. I’ve got a lot on the line, but if I catch wind of something that might help you out, I’ll try to let you know. When it's safe. For me.” He smiled sheepishly, hoping these words were acceptable. Demyx was unable to offer much more than these weak 'ifs’ and 'maybes’, and he really did feel a little bad for not be able to do more, but big promises like that were better for people a lot braver than himself. He was just a nobody and a Nobody, holding out until he could have a heart again. “I’m… sorry. I’ve never really been a big help before, why start now, right?” He shrugged, still with a stupid smile on his face.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 11:21:59 GMT -5
Forsaken by light, and rejected by darkness. I walk a lonely road.
Consumed by the Sorrow of the Past, I shall use it to forge mjyself into a weapon! Demyx was right. Acquiring a coat without permission from one of the members of the Organization's leadership was a virtual death sentence for anyone who tried it. There went that plan to make sure that he could travel through the Corridors of Darkness without the hideous clothing that he had on him at present. Wait. Clothing. A tailor. Outfits could be remade if he could find someone who could do it. And since it was his dark suit he had the say over who did what with it. It was the perfect plan if he did say so himself, or think of it himself. Sure the lack of promises from Demyx was getting old, but when he had a new idea it was best if they struck when the iron was hot, and used the idea now.
"You know I just hit upon a better idea. We may need the information on how the coats are made still, but I am wearing something that could protect me from the Corridors of Darkness. All it needs is a fashion tweak - a serious fashion tweak. Finding a person to do the tweaking fashion wise is the hard part. "
Repliku paused for a moment. "There are a couple of members of the Organization that may need to be locked away, though. Marluxia, and Larxene. I have no desire for whatever they may be planning to be a success story. Say, would you mind teaching me how to play the Sitar?" asked Repliku. If he could learn how a Sitar could be played, perhaps he could develop skills that Riku did not have so that he could become more of his own person.
"We will also need a way for me to upgrade this," That word was spoken with venom as Soul Eater materialized. "Into an actual keyblade which will unfortunately require a lot of work on my part. Also, do not let Larxene know I asked for a Black Coat." MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 9:23:39 GMT -5
Again, Demyx's eyes lit up like a child, just as they had when he was asked to play. To teach another wouldn't be so bad, and if this kid was possibly a bookish type... “Now that is something both safe, and probably the best idea I’ve ever heard!” He winked a shining green eye and suddenly bounded into a shadowy portal. Before one could finish the phrase “Dark Corridor”, he poked his head back out, eyes shifty and smile sneaky. It was all a big show, but he was committed to it as he carefully tip-toed out of the portal. His hands were crossed behind his back, concealing something that the Nocturne wanted to have unknown, be questioned, and be coveted. He raised a hand, and waved the portal away. With an obnoxiously loud and dramatic clearing of his throat, Demyx began speaking in a noble tone, eyes closed and nose raised like a royal decree was leaving his lungs: “Musicians like myself are not born great. We do not just possess the skill from birth, we must hone it like a fine blade! So, as I now fulfill your request to become the great Melodious Nocturne’s apprentice, I give you the stone upon which you shall learn to sharpen, cut from the same rock that I...sharpened myself on? Okay, weird phrasing, but here-” With a mighty flourish, Demyx revealed the great treasure he hid: A simple, small, wooden setar. “This is what I practiced on when I learned to play, or more like it's the same type I used. It might seem small and not-so-spectacular, but it can play just as awesomely as Arpeggio. All that matters is what you do with it! See, I may wax poetic about Arpeggio sounding the best, but really it's less about the tool and more about who is behind it. She only sounds good because her music comes from my he-” With stilted breath he stopped himself short of a mighty mistake, though for a moment it felt like the truth. “... memories. From my memories.” He also procured a small book, labeled “Setar for Doofuses” and another for the Sitar. Demyx was a self-titled 'master' of both. “There's a difference, between a setar and a sitar, like one has three strings and… well, it’s in the books. It's a lot of work trying to explain, and I’m not much of a working guy. In fact, I taught myself- not a book one- just 'cause I hate the effort I have to put in to figure it all out from someone else’s perspective! It's overwhelming and really kills the fun of it for me...” He held the articles up with a cheery smile before setting them between himself and the boy. “Buuuut you seem like a guy who doesn't mind work.” He hoped his assumption was true. Demyx thought the best way to teach was not to actually teach, but let the student discover the love of the subject all by himself. Sure, this was partly because he despised t he idea of actually trying to teach the kid, but it truly seemed like the best method to him. If someone wants to play music, they have to find the music within themselves first. Demyx sat and crossed his hands behind his head, eyes closed. “You’ve got the right idea with the clothes too, I think. Best way to shove it in ol’ Vexy’s face is to take the stuff you're based on and wear it proudly. Besiiides, your duds are cool! Got a wicked, muscly, intimidating thing going for it. Own it! There's too many people running around in these jackets, anyway…” The Nobody reminisced about when he didn't have to wear the black coat of the Organization. It wasn't uncomfortable by any means, but it just wasn't him. But the clothes on the clone, they seemed uniquely the clone’s. Heck, he wasn't so sure this clone was a clone. “I don't know who you’re based on, dude, but you seem more like your own person than some kind of copy.” Demyx smiled, raising his fist to the kid kindly, hoping for a fist bump to make up for the neglected hand-shakes. _________________________________ (Notes: Demyx gives Repliku some items: [Musical Instrument: Setar], [Book: Setar for Doofuses], [Book: Sitar for Doofuses]. These items are non-combat, just for story purposes.)
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 19:17:22 GMT -5
5/6/2018 Outfit ## The replica looked at the Melodious Noctune. For a moment he vanished through the Corridor of Darkness. When he returned he had something the replica couldn't have anticipated in his possession. Gifts. Gifts were something Repliku had never gotten, or received without the intent to manipulate them. However, as both of them were music fans, this meant that they would have somethig in common. Sure Demyx didn't like to work, and Repliku knew that about him. Unfortunately there was a lot of work that was going to be done.
Most of the work that he would have to do had been triggered by the fact Larxene was back. Knowing her, Repliku knew she was likely to go after Namine at some point. Really though he couldn't allow such a thing to happen which meant he'd have to deal with it. This left few options if he was to survive the encounter with Larxene because at present he was handicapped. Every technique he had learned had been completely forgotten when he had managed to come back.
"I was not referring to keeping this outfit Demyx, but using it for material to have a new outfit made from the material it was made out of. "
Repliku groaned as he imagined having to wear his dark suit alone. The mere mental image of every civilian in the vicinity running and panicking or attacking him was not a pretty sight for the replica to think about. Experimentally he started plucking the strings of the Setar while imagining what he would do to Larxene once he was ready.
"I was based off of Riku, made to lure him back to his original path, and also to manipulate Sora. I didn't likei being a puppet," gritted Repliku as he summoned the red and black, and blue blade that he did not like the looks of at all. The sword was one he planned on disposing of. As soon as he had his own, he was discarding it, or having it smelted down so all the properties the blade possessed could be transferred from his blade. Really though he had a long way before he could consider himself ready to do something about his Larxene problem. Demyx was the first step, the first step on him gaining a relationship that did not involve manipulation.
Sure at first he had threatened the member of the Organization, but really that was to be expected. "Did you know you are the first person to not confuse me with Riku in the slightest?" @tag ✿ EDEL as✿
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