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]

Comments

[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."

[millay]

"Darling, none of us are all good or all bad. And being worth something isn't something you only earn by being entirely good." She understands that the struggle exists. "I have killed before. I likely will kill again. But it doesn't make me less worthy of good affections."

She reaches out to take his hand. "I am going to stubbornly think well of you because you don't think you're worth it. And...I have a secret, darling." She gives him a small smile. "The fact that you're worried about this proves to me that you're not as bad. And you turned against him. I won't deny that you may have done bad things in the past any more than I will that I have done bad things in the past." There's a sigh. "But bad people don't care that they're not good guys."

[melodiouspacifist]

Demyx let her take his hand and he sighed a little bit. "I'm not sure that I do. Care I mean. I just... didn't want to be in the situation I was in. The Organization isn't good for anyone in it either. Everyone is backstabbing each other to get the others destroyed. It's...well."

It was a bit of a cutthroat environment at times.

"I mostly flew under the radar. I'm a spy that's what I'm supposed to do."

[millay]

"And yet, you are here arguing with me about it." She shrugs. "Sometimes environments make people what they are or they turn us into survivors. But this is the new world," she says, a line she's said countless times. "And in this world...we can be whatever the fuck we want."

A beat. "I am not and never will be sorry for thinking well of you. I have nothing but good experiences with you here and I will base how I feel about you on that."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I mean, I guess maybe." Demyx allowed. There were things he wanted, but they didn't exist in this new world. Then again, they didn't exist outside them either as far as he knew.

"I don't really know what I'd want to be outside of well...not being forced to do things. I'm not sure that's gonna work out either, from all I've gathered so far."

[millay]

"We're all a bit trapped, yes, but you do get to choose some things." She smiles at him. "We're doing our best anyway."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I'm always trapped as far as I know." Demyx answered with a bit more levity in his tone.

"I don't know what I should be choosing that's different."

[millay]

"Hobbies, things you do around here." A shrug. "If we're lucky, we'll get off this ship eventually." But she's not sure that she believes in it. "And if not, well...I guess we'll figure it out from there."

[melodiouspacifist]

"I guess." Demyx smiled warmly. "I don't mind this place so much. It's not like I had anywhere to go. I only have...one friend maybe? Maybe. If Ienzo considers us friends then maybe. Ah, Zexion. You met his Nobody. We weren't friends then but like maybe now?"

[millay]

"Well, now you have another one." Even if there's something fiercely parental in the feelings coursing through her. "And I'm more than certain you'll have even more here."

[melodiouspacifist]

"Oh...um...thanks I think?" Demyx said a little awkwardly. He wasn't very sure about any of that. He wasn't even sure Ienzo could be counted as a friend, except he liked him.

[millay]

Maeve gives him a small smile. "I'll...let you get back to what you're doing, but I'll check in again later, okay?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"Sure thing. I'll see you later." Demyx offered a smile and a bit of a wave before flipping his headphones back into place.