come_sailaway | Faith, Should I Take A Leap? [Open]

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Faith, Should I Take A Leap? [Open]

Who: Demyx and everyone, very open!
What: Memshare
When: March
Warnings: Dehumanization, cult-like behaviour, tagging and tracking, coercion, death?
Notes: No limits, go wild. Likely I have unique choices for each participant.

I. Awakening

Regardless of which situation an intrepid visitor has happened upon, whether the room was completely white, or they were outside in the dirt and dust to the point that everything looked brown, either memory begins with Demyx lying unconscious on the ground.

In the first memory, Demyx is roughly thirteen. In the second one, he looks as he does on the ship, about age twenty-one.

II. Mission Mode

The most versatile of options, this is an exclusive opportunity to visit a Disney/Pixar movie of one’s choosing. Demyx could be aged anywhere from 13-21. Missions would be either combat or reconnaissance.

III. Espionage

Considering the nature of the Organization, information has power and Demyx is far too curious for his own good. Either he’s spying on his peers or the Organization structure itself, there’s a reason why Demyx seems to know way more than he should.

This would be an opportunity to sneak around and learn some of the secrets surrounding the Organization and perhaps Demyx himself.

IV. Death

There was nothing nice about Hollow Bastion in that moment. It was run down, the damage having been done by the encroaching darkness, the shadows that seemed to be all over the place. Demyx was not immediately visible, but rather a kid named Sora, with Donald and Goofy in tow.

The mystery as to where Demyx was, is solved in an instant when he appeared out of a dark portal. He seemed startled at seeing Sora and he sighed and then turned on a charming smile.

“Hey, you guys are looking lively!”

It was immediately apparent that their relationship to each other was adversarial because Donald yelled at him. “Scram!”

The kid, Sora, looked more contemplative. “Didn’t we catch you messing around in the Underworld? How’d a wimp like you get into Organization XIII?”

Demyx seemed to take a step back, as though he was scared.

“I bet you can’t even fight.” Sora taunted him.

Donald chimed in. “Yeah, but we can!”

Even if no one interfered, it was a front row seat at the combat styling that Demyx was so reluctant to share. It wasn’t going to end well, but he wasn’t going to let them walk all over him.

V. Aftermath

After a memory experience, one might want to seek out Demyx for a conversation. It would be easy enough to find him, he was probably lounging on one of the deck chairs, sporting his brand new headphones with cat ears on them and playing with an MP3 player, lost in the music.

[Contact me for a memory if you’d rather just talk to Demyx about one without threading the memory itself. Discord: Ammeschan#5385

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Maeve frowns before taking a few steps before grabbing Demyx's body and pulling it towards her. "Sorry, darling, but this one's already mine. You'll have to find someone else."

Demyx seems no less confused to be pulled towards Maeve, away from the creepy guy that's doing strange things.

"And what is it you think you're going to do with him?" Xemnas' voice is cold, his posture imposing, but he has no need to grab for Demyx. Who she is, he doesn't know, but if she's skulking about the castle, well he has henchmen who can deal with this. Seven of them, in fact.

"Give him a real life. Not one where he believe he's nothing. He is worth so much more than that. Even if he can't see it now." And Maeve's been up against worse. She doesn't actually care entirely if she dies here because at least Demyx might feel for a short moment that someone, somewhere cared for him.

"You are mistaken." Xemnas responds, shaking his head. "He is nothing more than a husk. Nobodies are not people."

Demyx does raise his head to look at Xemnas, even though he's blinking. "I..."

"All Nobodies are just remnants of what used to be. With me he will have a purpose as the ninth member of our organization."

"That's the problem with people like you. He is just as much a somebody as anyone else. If anything, you're the nobody." There's a snarl here, a sort of anger, flashing there in her eyes. "Men like you are all the same. You think you're above everyone, but you're not. Closer to the beasts than the gods. You're pathetic."

She glares. "No. Sorry. He deserves better than that. All of them deserve better than that."

"Is that so?" Xemnas looks mildly amused. He's considering his options. "If you think you can do better with a heartless husk."

He opens a creepy portal and gestures to her. It won't be a problem, he can find Demyx, no matter where he is. Besides, tracking him down would give Seven and Eight something to do. They'd been a little restless as of late, bickering.

Maeve looks at him. "It is so." She carefully helps Demyx stand up. "I'm sorry, darling, if I've upset you in any fashion." She's not sure that she trusts a portal. "I'll take the front door, thank you. I trust you as much as I do the humans from my world. Which is to say not at all."

"No..." Demyx shakes his head at her question, he's not upset. He is feeling...rather empty in fact. Dazed. Confused. He's not clear what's going on exactly.

Xemnas laughs even more at that. "Enjoy getting lost." He exits through the door that he leaves open. On the door is an engraved 'IX', because it's Demyx's room.

The hallway is just as white as the room they're in.

Maeve takes his hand. "Can you walk?"

She makes a face at Xemnas. "Go fuck yourself, darling." She's reaching out to see if there's any cameras, anything that she can hack into to help her find her way out. "I've been in far more complicated mazes than this."

"Yeah...I'm just...hard to think." Demyx doesn't know how that is or why.

"Don't know where I am." Did that help? Possibly not. He didn't take his hand away though, letting her lead him. Despite his confusion, he looked docile. Whatever Xemnas had done to him, had quite an effect.

"Of course, darling. It's all right. I'm here with you." She doesn't fully understand everything, but he's so young and she holds onto his hand as they walk.

"We're...not anywhere safe, but I'll find a way to get you free and help you feel a little more yourself." Her protective instincts are heightened. "I'm sorry if things gets a little more dangerous."

"It's okay." At least, Demyx is relatively fine. He's not hurt or anything, at least not visibly, just a little out of it.

The hallway is white on white, the shadows only being the break in the monotony. It's probably the most castle in existance. Xemnas had a head start on them so it might not be that surprising for someone to peer around the corner and look at them.

It's another child, this one probably Demyx's age. His hair on one side is long enough to hide half of his face. He's small and thin, actually a little taller than Demyx, although in the end Demyx would win that game by a bout an inch. In his arms are three books piled and he's being cautious and curious. He's wearing the same coat that Xemnas had been, and that Demyx when Maeve met him was wearing. Seems to be the official uniform.

Maeve nods. "Okay. If it's not okay, let me know, yes?" Because she'll do whatever she needs to. Even if it's admitting she was wrong.

She looks up at the other child peeking out at them. "Hello, darling." Her voice is cautious but mild. She doesn't want to kill any of the children here, but she's starting to notice a pattern. He has at least two children. Both of which she's certain have been told are nobodies, nothing. And it stokes the fire of her anger. "Are you all right?" A beat. "Do you know the way out?"

"I'm alright, but you shouldn't be here." Zexion responds. "Are you...Nine?" He asks Demyx.

"Uh...yes?" Demyx offers in return, not really sure about that, but that's what Xemnas said, right?

"I do know the way out, but there's nowhere to go out there. You're in The World That Never Was in the Castle That Never Was. It's a space between worlds that was never meant to exist." Zexion explains, which is much needed information. "There isn't anywhere to escape to. The world outside is dark and empty."

"I shouldn't be a lot of places. And yet...I am." She gives him a small smile.

"This is Demyx. But I can't say if that was always his name." Especially if the magic was to give him a name. She frowns a little at that thought. "I know him from a different point in time," she explains. "He is a friend. And he deserves better." She looks at the boy. "You all do."

She frowns. Nowhere to escape. But maybe there's something. Anything. "Is that something you've seen for yourself or something that the..." Asshole with the silver hair - No. That probably won't do. "The man with the silver hair has told you?" A beat. "I have been trapped before. I don't wish to put his life in danger...any of your lives." Except Xemnas. She would stab him over and over again if she could. "But if there's a hope for escape...I would take it. I would take all of you with me."

"I don't know him, we haven't met yet." Zexion answers and his brow furrows. "Of course, leaving the castle is a requirement for missions." Something he would very much like to do as little as possible.

Demyx leans against Maeve a little bit, just looking at Zexion rather curiously, if only because he isn't expecting to see another kid.

"If you don't want to fight anyone, then you should leave." Zexion insists.

Xemnas could have run, but he hadn't gotten far. He clears his throat. "Number Six, prevent Nine from leaving."

Zexion's eye widens. "But...I'm not very good at..."

Maeve frowns and looks at the other kid in front of them, an arm around Demyx. She knows this will certainly get messy and she doesn't want to kill any children. She will kill if she has to, she knows that, but she'd rather not have to. Xemnas, on the other hand, she'd kill as many times as she's allowed. So she has one strategy.

"You could do as he asks, of course. I won't hold it against you, darling. It isn't fair for either of us to make you do anything you don't wish to." She studies him for a moment. "Still...you can come with us. I know it's not the most appealing option. But..." She looks at him. "I'll do what is in my power to protect you both. To treat you as you deserve and look after you as my own."

"Six." Xemnas repeated himself.

Zexion took a little breath in and held out his hand, summoning a book. Master Ansem had been his parent, unfortunately she wasn't going to be able to convince him, it was just he wasn't the best fighter. He held out a hand, the book flipped open.

"Please surrender Nine." He said, not terribly confident with his fighting skills.

Maeve understands. Not fully. But some people, like Sylvester, are weak. But he was an adult and this is a child. She considers something. Books meant magic. But could the book work if it was broken? She pulls out her katana, intending to cut the book itself.

Books did in fact mean magic. Zexion was primarily magic based and far more inexperienced than he probably should be. He was essentially a lab assistant.

Her sword will break through part of the spine of the book, tearing an anguished cry out of the kid in front of her. "No!"

Xemnas glared. "Pay no attention to that. Attack her!"

It brings quite a bit of light to things. "Did that hurt, darling?" Was his magic tied to the book? If so, maybe there was hope. A way to get past him. She is sorry to have to do it if it is.

She reaches out for the book, an attempt to grab it and hold it. "Is your life force attached to it? What will happen, I wonder, if I rip it the rest of the way?"

Demyx didn't know what to do, what to think. He didn't know the answers to her questions. He didn't know if it was hurting Zexion but he looked distressed. He wasn't sure what to think about that either. He was trying to figure that out, clinging a bit tighter to Maeve.

"Don't rip it!" Zexion pleaded.

Xemnas approached and shoved the kid away from her. "Apparently I have to do things myself." He aimed a blow at her arms. "Relinquish the child to me. Both of them."

Maeve feels the blow and glares, doing her best to hold onto both the book and the katana, but the book falls out of her hands. "No." She won't harm Zexion as it seems that his life force or...something important is tied to the book.

"You don't deserve them." She doesn't have magic and she's not certain that she can use what abilities she does have in this memory. "Maybe if you'd treat them better. They're children."

Xemnas didn't really look like that moved him. "You're mistaken. They're small Nobodies. Nothing more. They are no more children then any other empty husk. You're empty, aren't you Nine?"

Demyx looked up at him, blinking in confusion. "Um...I..."

"You see?" Xemnas smirked at her. "Nothing inside. Just a magical construct. My dolls."

"No. They are children. They are somebody and they mean something. Men like you are short-sighted."

She looks over a Demyx, giving him a small smile. She kind of wishes she had Hector's gun with her over the katana. Or both. She could certainly wield both. "I've met him. In the future. And I know what he can be. I know he's more than this, more than your doll. And maybe he won't be who he will be without you, but at least he'd have someone to care for him."

She holds onto her katana and advances forward a little. Maybe if she surprises him at all, she can at least injure him. She wonders where his magic comes from. So she could take it from him.

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