Faith, Should I Take A Leap? [Open]

[melodiouspacifist]

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 Ammeschan]

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[melodiouspacifist]

"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..."

[millay]

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."

[melodiouspacifist]

"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.

[millay]

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.

[melodiouspacifist]

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!"

[millay]

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?"

[melodiouspacifist]

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."

[millay]

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."

[melodiouspacifist]

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."

[millay]

"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.

[melodiouspacifist]

Her katana was adorable wasn't it? Behind Xemnas, Zexion scrambled to call his book close to him, hugging it to his chest. He looked like he was trying not to cry, because that wouldn't be received very well.

Xemnas sighed as though he was considering things. "No matter." He decided. "I can just bring him back."

Around Maeve and Demyx began to appear what looked like many red swords made of light. His weapon was not going to be nearly so obvious.

[millay]

If Maeve can get close enough, she's going to stab him in the eye because he deserves it, but she's fine if it's only her that dies here, will push Demyx out of the way for it. She is hard to take down. She's been shot so many times before she's died, kept walking despite it, stayed alive despite her body being cut open and bare.

It would be a shame to let them win, comes a voice in her mind, soft but firm. So don't let them. "Can't wait till you die. Hope I'm here to witness it."

[melodiouspacifist]

Xemnas produced another of these light blades into his hand and he swiped at her katana to keep her away from his eye, just one strike.

Then the blades began to fall, crashing into the floor of the hall, and while Demyx with his wits about him might be able to do something, he was newly minted and struggling to keep up mentally.

Her shove helped but he still couldn't exactly just move. Run. He should run.

There were too many blades for him to avoid them in his state and several of them slammed through his torso, taking him to the ground. He coughed, a bit of blood splattering on his lips, but it was alright, more than that he was beginning to rapidly be surrounded by whisps of magic, darkness seeping away from him.

In a moment, it was all going to be over.

[millay]

Maeve's expression turns dark, cold, things from home resurfacing to remind her. And she'd have preferred to die here. Somehow she's avoided it, but Demyx hasn't, so she moves over to him. "I'm sorry, darling."

But then the memory runs out and Maeve is back on the ships, only seconds having passed. There's a deep sadness slowly combining with a deep anger and she starts to walk because she doesn't know what else to do.

She can't very well destroy an entire world to change something and keep someone safe, can she?

[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx was mainly oblivious to the memory slotting itself in his memory banks. He wasn't actively thinking about it, he was just hanging out.

Friday found him the best thing - a music player and cat shaped headphones, and he's lounging lazily on a deck chair, listening to some song he's not familiar with from the 80s. He liked it, he just didn't know it. He was going to have to study up on the treasure trove.

If he saw Maeve he'd smile at her, a subtle indication that despite the fact he was listening to music, he was still very aware of his surroundings. Paranoia did things to him.

[millay]

Maeve waves and gives him a smile in return. There's something sad in her expression, but she doesn't want to bother him when he seems to be happy. At least he doesn't seem troubled by the things that happened. Even if she is.

[melodiouspacifist]

It was alright, he pulled his headphones down around the back of his neck.

"Hey, what's up?" Demyx asked, tilting his head. Lazing about was something he did often enough, she wasn't really interrupting much.

[millay]

Maeve stills, looking down. “Just walking, I guess. Are you doing okay?” Because she needs to ask. There’s something in her that needs to see. “The cracks around the ship are…rather surprising. Not sure what all this means, but hopefully it’ll be resolved soon.”

[melodiouspacifist]

"Me? Uh, yeah, fine I guess." Demyx answered, although his brow furrowed. Something about Maeve was triggering a memory for him. Something he wouldn't have thought about in a long time. It was hazy at best, but that was pretty normal for him.

"I'm not sure what to make of them, but none of them seem to....lead the way out." He paused, brow furrowed. "I think...well I think we met a long time ago. Huh. Weird."

The fact it ended in his demise didn't seem to phase him, at all.

[millay]

She looks down, letting out a slow breath. "Yes. I think so. I didn't mean to, but...I am sorry." She frowns. "I wanted...to help." She seems to mostly fail the children she attempt to help anyway. Ava, Demyx, certainly there will be more than that. And she hates this feeling.

She can't get back to her daughter and now she can't even protect the people she wants to.

[melodiouspacifist]

"Nah, man, don't worry about it." Demyx said with a bit of a nervous chuckle.

"I was going to die anyway." He reconciled the memories by assuming one happened before the other. It was just something he was infering, if only because he assumed he was just missing time. He missed a lot of time as it was.

"The Superior doesn't really think much of dead weight."

[millay]

“If you mean that trash person that had you all trapped there, then his opinion is of little matter to me. If he ever shows his face here, I will find more people with magic to help me kill him.” But it wouldn’t be quick or painless. And Maeve would see to that.

“You didn’t deserve to die. Your friend either. You were all just children. You deserved better than that.” Her voice is firm, leaves no room for argument. “I’m tired of people treating people like they have no worth. If I have to insist of people seeing their worth, then so be it.”

She moves forward, crouching in front of him. “You are worth more than you’ve been given in life. I hope you accept that one day.”

[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx sat upright and moved his legs so he was straddling the end of the chair, there's space now if she wants to sit down where his feet were a moment ago. He looked a bit sheepish or maybe bashful.

"I don't know about that." Demyx said honestly, but he offered a tiny shrug too.

"I wasn't a kid anymore when I died...neither was Zex for that matter. We're about the same age, I think. He's recompleted now, living as a Somebody, working with the other side. He was a Nobody longer than me and he was ten when he lost his heart. So he grew up in the Organization."

He sighed. "Xemnas lost his power too, he got crushed as much as the rest of us, but the man behind him brought him back. Far as I know they're both gone again so like..."

Demyx didn't want to know what would happen should he appear. "I...don't know what I'd do if he was here."

[millay]

Maeve does her best to look him in the eye. "I do know about it."

There's a frown. "You were still children. Dying doesn't change that. My daughter's died multiple times, but she is still a child." Even if she's not human. She doesn't age. "I'm glad he got away. But he was still a Somebody. You both are. I'm unlikely to change my mind on it. No matter what happens."

She's glad he's gone, though. Hopes he suffered.

"I'll keep you safe. I'll find a way."

[melodiouspacifist]

He sighed, a little bit, looking somewhat more serious.

"We weren't the good guys...what we were doing was bad pretty much every way it can be." Demyx answered, and whatever she thought about that, his age or whether he wanted to...well he'd always been pretty clear he didn't want to but felt like his back was against the wall.

"The problem with him coming back...if he came back is that I betrayed him." Demyx's mouth pulled into a tighter frown. "I turned my back on him and helped the other side destroy him mostly because they gave me an out of a sort. So it's not like I'm a good guy. I'm not. So you don't have to think that much of me either."

He ran his fingers through his hair looking a bit unsettled. He rarely gets so serious. "I'm pretty okay at keeping myself alive, for the most part. I died because of a suicide mission. Guess I recompleted but I can't really remember. My other life is a mess. I'm pretty sure he did something more than the curses I know about."