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1. Fill up the blanks with your OCs, or favorite characters/ Put their names by the numbers, too.
2. Answer the questions, or try to.
3. TAG 3 people.

1)'Zo
2)Lexaeus
3)Xandra
4)Zeb
5)Voxden
6)Alice
7)Voxden
cool Zexion
9)Xion
10)Vexen



"s**t! s**t s**t ********-"

Blood leaking out from between his fingers, Voxden stumbles into the control room of Desunt Cetera, hands to his ears. While Ienzo dashes towards him in concern, Xandra just turns to the side and quirks an eyebrow. "Told you he was stupid enough to go and kiss one of the decidedly straight Seraphim on that planet."

Zila just shrugs and holds one of her claws over Xandra's open palms, the green glow of munny falling out from the shadow.

Meanwhile, one very flustered and pissed off heavenly guitarist was having a meltdown in the bathroom of the club where the latest gig was being held. Frick! Why did this stuff always happen to him!?



"******** you, ******** your Heartless, ******** the Heartless that made you, and ******** your stupid ******** underground mazes! Such bullshit!"

After Axel has stormed out, flames literally flaring at his heels, Vexen pokes his head out of the adjacent room and smirks at his longtime friend. "Protective of your pseudo-children, Lexaeus?"



"Vexen?"

"Hmm mmm?"

"When... Zexion asked that you watch over Alice for him while he attended to some business of his, I don't think he meant to stick her in a cage hanging over a vat of... Oh my goodness! Is that acid!?"

The Academic just snorts and crosses his arms, looking away. "It bit me, Lucrecia," he grumbles, ignoring the cry of denial.



Blood drips down from the beautiful curved architecture of the old church, mimicking tears as they slip down the cheeks of statues. An arm hangs limply over the cross which hangs by the large altar, fingers no longer twitching in spastic pain. It is perhaps the thing best in condition compared to the rest of the gore which litters this holy place, hearts kicked underneath the pews and intestines strewn across like demonic Christmas decorations.

In the middle of it all is a monster.

Anyone who would have seen it would have sworn such a monstrosity could not be human. All twisted flesh and merged skin, it towers over the pews, loping like a wolf on all fours. Metal merges from its flesh in sharp spines and scalpel nails. With its breath, there is a deep gurgling sound... And then it begins to fall apart. Meat and skin peels off of it like discarded clothing, falling onto the stone ground with wet thumps. Emerging from it...

Is a man. He's almost completely nude, and lazily picks up a pair of jeans with blood splatters accessorizing one pant leg. Pulling them on, he whistles a jaunty tune before reaching down for a pair of glasses. Pushing them on, he walks over to the figure crouched down before the altar, arms tied, ankles bound, and mouth gagged. Nuzzling the young boy's neck, Voxden unties the gag as he murmurs, "Mmmm, love you, won't let anyone else touch you..."

Shaking his head, Ienzo just looks at the destruction. "Oh dear," the Heartless murmurs.



"Come, now, Princess." A voice as soft as rose petals, and filled with just as many hidden thorns. Squeezing her eyes shut, Alice presses a small hand to her head, frowning. Something seems wrong... Something's.... "You want to help your friends, don't you? Don't you wish to help Sora as he once helped you?"

"Of course, of course I do, Mister Jack," she says softly, hand falling down to rest on her chest, fingers brushing against the pocketwatch which is the centerpiece of her choker. Slowly, she opens her eyes, baby blues staring imploringly at her 'friend'. "But... I'm not so sure this..."

"If you don't hurry, they'll very well die. Burned to death like eggs left too long in the raging sun. Perhaps that is a proper way to treat one when one's friends are concrete, yet-"

There's a yell, a scream of pain, clashing of metal, and Alice grips at her own chest, eyes going wide as her hair swings about her shoulders when she snaps her head to look off down into the square of Traverse Town. The battle is raging on, and even from this distance, she can feel the heat... No choice, no choice, she has to-

Just like always, she takes a leap, no fear or hesitation in her heart as she recites a little song under her breath and antique clock numbers of gold blur from her heels. She can feel the Bandersnatch being breathed into existence as she falls and falls and falls...

On the edge of the roof, 'Jack' smirks, and the mask, the role, falls away like snow. "You may be a powerful Princess, Miss Alice," Zexion murmurs, narrowed eyes gleaming with a sharpness to rival that of his silver crown, "yet it is nothing without a bit of... direction."



"C'mon, you have to have liked some one at least once."

"Nope."

"Liar, liar-"

"Still a negative on that, Demyx."

"...What about Somnam?"

"...Why are we talking about Somnam?"




Thump. "Ow." Thump. "Ow." Thump. "********' ow." The next ball which flies towards his head immediately bursts into flames, and Axel whirls around, livid and prepared to unleash a little slice and dice. Unfortunately, Zexion is all the way across the circus ring, still innocently juggling what looks like the same number of balls as when he'd started.

"He's throwing them at my head, I just know he is," Axel hisses, fists clenched at his sides. Roxas and Xion look up at him, dressed in matching ringmaster suits.

"Well, you deserve it," Roxas smirks while Xion looks away, probably trying not to giggle. "I mean, all he did was comment on how your hair made you a perfect lion, and then you had to go and taunt him about being a clown."

"It was funny!"

As the three friends bicker, Zexion lazily glances over at them before his eyes are directed up to the higher levels of the circus tent. With their attention distracted, he can easily smirk up at the Fallen Nobody which hides high up above, carefully balancing a good number of juggling balls.



"To be whisked away by Dream," Ienzo sighs, cheerfully hugging the hardcover comic in his hand. He's in a cheerful daze, and Xandra, out of almost forgotten habit, rolls her eyes. "That would be lovely. Also doomed to disaster, but nonetheless."

"We are so lucky Voxden is out on grocery duty or Neil Gaiman would be on his hit list," the engineer deadpans.



After the raid on the Castle That Never Was, it gets harder to sleep.

Maybe some people would think that being insane meant being an insomniac, or having weird as all ******** dreams, but that's not the case, or at least it never was with Voxden. Despite all the s**t he's done, he's always been able to curl up and knock himself out.

Not these days. Because sometimes when he closes his eyes, he can see that scene on the illusionary beach, can see the dark blood from Ienzo's throat, and then it's just ******** impossible to sleep.

Pacing back and forth within his room, Voxden anxiously glances down at Ienzo, who had gone unconscious with ease. The Heartless undoubtedly knows what's going on, especially concerning how Voxden hadn't left his side for ages, and he just understands.

That's one of the things that makes Voxden so crazy about him. (Obligatory deadpan 'ha ha' here. )

With a shuddering breath, the mad doctor kneels besides him, tracing that pale throat with the tip of one finger. Squeezing his eyes shut, Voxden bares his teeth in a predatory way.

He will never let such a nightmare happen.



"Okay, ******** you, and ******** your scientific superiority, ********."

Vexen just grins happily, hugging himself and looking the happiest he's ever been in a long while. "...It worked." One can practically hear the hearts floating in his voice, or at least Lexaeus can.

"We know, Vexen," the Hero says quietly, smirking maybe just a little bit as he adjusts the goggles up to his forehead and steps down from the seat which helped aim their giant laser gun.



Various swear words which would have Vexen turning over his his nonexistent grave run through Xion's mind as she presses herself back against the wall, nervous behind belief. She's just broken one of the biggest rules of the Organization, which is don't be seen. The reason for that is obvious, of course. The Organization's existence cannot be discovered, and besides, many beings want Nobodies dead.

Although being hit on probably wasn't what Zexion had meant when he was telling her about such dangers.

"Um, I'm sorry, but I have to go-" she begins, trying to find a way around the taller man as he presses his hands against the wall by both sides of her head.

"C'mon, won't you at least give me your name-" the man has time to croon before something suddenly slams into one of his shins, causing him to yelp and bounce away. Before Xion has time to so much as exclaim, she's suddenly grabbed by a hand larger than hers and a lanky arm curls around her shoulders. As some one rests their chin on top of their head, she looks to the side and tries to meet Roxas' eyes. Kind of a problem, as he's glaring viciously at the man who had been hitting on her.

"Hey," he says simply, crossing his arms over his chest and looking far more intimidating than his age should allow. "Didn't you hear her, dumbass? She wanted to leave."

"And just who the hell are you!?" the man snarls.

"We," Axel says in that smooth, dangerous predator voice of his, "are this little miss' boyfriends. Now, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself, alright? See, blondie over there is pretty good at bludgeoning things to death, and me, well... I'm pretty handy with a shank myself."



"As long as Voxden doesn't lose himself again," the Heartless replies lazily as he watches an amusing game of poker take place in the Headmansion.



The most noteworthy problem of being a magic-user is that one is often not the most physically capable. Oh, of course there have been acceptions, but generally... Well, generally they're better with their books than they are with a sword. Or in this case, any kind of self-defense at all. Luckily, his opponent seems to mean him no harm...

Then again, Zexion knows that Voxden is, in layman's terms, batshit insane. Darkness knows what could be going through his mind.

"What are you planning?" the Schemer hisses, digging his fingers into the white coat the other wears. Fighting might not do any good anyway, he amends as he feels Voxden's chest shake with soft laughter. Cursed regenerating parasite...

"Me? Babe-" Zexion twitches at the nickname. "-I haven't planned that far ahead. I'm just here because you're here by complete coincidence."

"You expect me to believe that?" is said as Zexion stumbles in the steps to the waltz. The music plays on an old record player, a remnant in this crumbling city.

"Of course not." The shorter man leans back as Voxden stares down at him, eyes alight with madness, familiarity, and something else which makes Zexion feel just as uneasy. "You think I don't know how to deal with paranoia? Paranoiacs?" His hot breath gusts over Zexion's face as he leans closer for emphasis, grip tight at the small of Zexion's back.

The realization that this is all a game to the mad doctor is a blow to Zexion's pride, and his glare is positively murderous. "I refuse to be your entertainment."

"Don't worry!" Voxden says cheerfully, revealing too sharp teeth in his smile. "I can entertain myself. Besides, I just want to test something."

"And what- mmph!" Hot lips are pressed against his, and Zexion gasps in surprise at the action; out of everything he had expected to happen, this is far from the list. The opening is not ignored, and Voxden just presses him closer, deepening the kiss. Disregarding the pressure Zexion is exerting on his throat with his free hand, Voxden grabs a handful of the other's rear. All of this, and the friction between them, makes the Schemer shudder. Quickly, he does the only thing he can think of: he bites down hard on the invading tongue.

The copper taste of blood leaks over Zexion's tongue and down one corner of his mouth, and at last, Voxden pulls away. There's a bit of light as he restores the damage on his tongue, and the mad doctor just smirks when Zexion hisses, "You b*****d-"

Not one to be deterred, Voxden just sighs happily, and Zexion can almost remember fear at the delirious delight in his eyes as he bends down to start nipping at his throat. "Just like him," the redhead murmurs as the other man struggles. Suddenly, both pause at the sound of a door opening in the old building, heavy footsteps, and a familiar deep voice.

Taking advantage of Voxden's surprise, Zexion yells, "LEXAEUS! HURRY UP AND HELP ME!"



BAM BAM BA-

"Alright, alright, I'm ********' coming!" Axel roared, wondering just who the hell was banging on his apartment number in Amber's complex. Running a hand through his already messy hair and ignoring Roxas' tired swearing as the blonde poked his head out of his room, he stormed over to the front door and swung it open. No sooner when he did so when something is suddenly shoved into his arms and Voxden is glaring at him.

"I cannot believe this kid! She ********' nitpicks at every lame horror movie I pick!" the doctor rants, flailing about. Raising an eyebrow, Axel looks down at the figure in his arms and meets Xion's nervous (adorable) smile head-on. "God, if it's not some scientific bullshit she gets from her stupid pseudo-family, then she's yelling at the characters for being stupid!" Voxden crosses his arms with a huff. "That's the fun in it, dammit!" And then he's gone, stomping back to James' headmansion across the street.

As Roxas joins his two friends' side, Axel just snickers and looks down at Xion. "Couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh?"

Her face goes as red as his hair. "...I couldn't help it."



"Guys? Guys? C'mon, you know I love you. Let me out of the cage? Pretty please? Xandra, I'll collaborate with Amber to get you laid with Somnam! OW, ********, WRENCH, YOU b***h. Urgh... Ow... 'Zo, baby, you know you love me, and Xion, don't you feel bad for these woobie eyes? Please, you- OW ******** WHAT THE ******** WITH THE ******** WRENCH XANDRA, QUIT THAT."



"I'm, uh, pretty general kind of guy. Blue's nice? ... Can I get off the stage now, James, I have a gig to practice for."



Glare.

"Oh, quit your bitching, freakshow, it's just your vocal cords."

Huff.

"You're just being a drama queen now."

Angry gestures.

"I don't give a ********, loser. You're the one who can't sing, or even pick a good song. Who the hell is Rihanna?"



"Should I be worried?" the tall muscular guy asks, and Zeb just chuckles a bit, swabbing at the two puncture wounds.

"Nah, don't worry. Stuff like this isn't serious, you won't bleed to death."

"That person almost seemed like a vampire. You're certain-"

"Adze," the Seraph finds himself correcting automatically before freezing. Oh, fudge, curse Beth and her catchy habits. "Um, I mean, that's just myths. And stuff." Besides, he doesn't know about anywhere else, but here, vampires can't reproduce.



"And none of you have a problem with him winning before a fight even happens!?" Voxden flails, glaring.

"Don't care," Xandra deadpans as she clicks away on her laptop.

"He's on my team," Zexion smirks before high-fiving Vexen.

"Um..." Ienzo just smiles nervously, and Xion finds herself mimicking him by accident.

"Make music, not war," Zeb sings as he adjusts his guitar, smiling at the young blonde Princess who sits by his feet, grinning and ignoring the argument.

Lexaues just grins. Voxden promptly flips him off.