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Gogo-chan
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This is partly some practice to try to get Axel's characterization down. ...Axel, I love you, and hope I can keep you in character as much as humanly possible.
Axel's thoughts tend to jump around, but I've tried to keep things on track.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts isn't mine
I really hate it when the Superior calls for a meeting. Usually, it’s just an excuse for him to rant on about Kingdom Hearts, the most recent foolproof plan he’s concocted, and how our endeavors are guaranteed to be successful if we just shut up and do as he says. I kind of tune out after the first few minutes, since the rest of his speech is basically the same thing. See, you can always trust wonderful, egotistical Xemnas to repeat himself. A lot.
But that isn’t the worst part. Being a group with thirteen drastically different and potentially volatile people, we have to deal with the occasional squabble and or violent altercation. So, someone brilliantly suggested (I think it was Saïx; bastard.) that we meet once in a while to voice our “complaints” so as to avoid future conflicts.
Let’s put it this way. It was basically like a family meeting. How lame is that?
That’s pretty much the gist of the problem I’m about to deal with right now. We’re all sitting here, each on our ridiculously high seat as each of us voices our newest concerns.
Since the Organization’s always been big on the whole seniority thing, we say whatever we’ve got to say, in that order. No exceptions. Larxene’s especially bitter about this. She seems to think that it’s just another way of Xemnas being subtly sexist; being number XII, she usually doesn’t get much acknowledgement in these things. Everyone (except Roxas) usually gets fidgety and or impatient once we hit Saïx, but actually gives some attention to whatever he’s talking about. The guy creeps me out, and seems psychologically unstable, so I don’t mess around with him.
I never really have anything to say, unless I think someone’s been messing around in my room, or with my food. (Vexen’s probably to blame for the latter; I think the guy’s conspiring with Saïx to poison me.)
When we get to Demyx, most of us are basically just staring at some area of the room, wondering when this’ll all be over. (Most of the time, he’s got something new to back up his argument that he absolutely needs a proper sound system for his sitar.) Luxord is the last person we give any attention to, since his announcements are a weekly record of how much cash everyone owes him.
I do pay attention sometimes to everyone else, mostly for my own amusement. Marluxia and Larxene are the most entertaining pair to watch argue, with Xigbar and Xemnas coming in a close second. The latter is because that Xigbar is special enough to shoot insults and retorts at Xemnas without getting his head cut off. Like I said, we’re really big on the seniority thing.
I think I actually caught Zexion asleep in one of these crazy meetings once. He denied it, but I think I can tell what the difference is between dozing off and what he called “listening with my eyes closed”.
The only one who seems to have irrational patience with this madness is Roxas. I swear; I’ve never seen a kid so stiff. I seriously doubt he pays attention to all of this. He never says anything, which is a huge relief when we get done with Larxene’s tirades. I wonder if he actually tolerates us, or just doesn’t care.
But getting back to the “meeting”. Huh. Lexaeus is muttering about the prospect of a more decently equipped exercise room. As if he doesn’t have enough muscles already to pound me into oblivion.
Man, oh man, I’m about ready to doze off myself. I didn’t get much sleep last night due to... physical activities.
And no, they’re not what you think. Really. I was off gathering hearts so we can “achieve the great wonder that is Kingdom Hearts, so that the Order can truly exist”.
Anyway, Lexaeus is done, thank goodness.
With that, Xigbar’s already yawning and Xaldin looks ready to stab somebody with one of his lances. Or more. Larxene’s getting twitchy, which is never a good sign, and Roxas is as stoic as ever.
...Is Xemnas zoning out? Figures. Only Xemnas can ignore this insanity without being called out. Guess it’s a privilege that comes with being the number one nutcase in this asylum. Now, heaven forbid I make my indifference to this whole thing obvious—
“I do hope that you’re giving Zexion your utmost attention, Axel.”
—Saïx would make it known to everyone. And now Zexion’s sure to trip me on our way out after this.
Great, he’s already giving me a nasty look. Thankfully, he’s done with his part. However, that means Saïx is next, and he’s bound to try and catch me ignoring him, which I usually would do out of pure spite for getting me on Zexion’s bad side today.
Good lord, who ever thought that just mentioning we need new books for the library could take so long? I’ll have you know, that I have a great deal of self-control, despite popular opinion. As proof, I exercised it well since I held back from strangling Saïx during his near fifteen minute speech.
Once he’s through, I can already tell that no one’s about to listen to what I’ve got to say. Besides, Larxene’s giving me a look that plainly says "If you delay my outburst another five minutes, I’m going to make sure you can’t speak for a week."
Right.
I shrug. “No problems on my part,” I state, and Marluxia looks relieved. Guess he was anxious as to whether I’d mention anything about the mounds of soil he dumped all over my bed the other day. Still, it was probably in retaliation for when I burned those dahlias of his. Hey, I’m allergic to ‘em, okay?
“Demyx?”
Demyx hasn’t even started on his newest petition, and Larxene already looks ready to shoot herself.
To tell you the truth, I’m all for Demyx’s proposition. I’d much rather hear him singing all day long with surround sound than give Lexaeus the opportunity to get an even stronger punch. However, Saïx gives his usual remark that “the Organization has more vital things to attend to”, and Demyx sulks.
“Luxord?”
He takes out that small, cursed book of his and starts reading off names. Miraculously, Xigbar doesn’t owe him a cent, even though he usually is in debt of a good six thousand munny. However, this time, I’m the victim.
“Axel, twelve hundred munny.”
Damn it.
For being the worst poker player among us, Demyx owes the least. I guess he balanced his inexperience with deciding to skip out on games instead of recklessly losing munny. I throw him a look, but his expression clearly replies that he’s not lending me a cent. Cheapskate.
Marluxia’s got nothing to say, maybe because I didn’t say anything. But for whatever the reason, I’m not complaining. I’d sooner go to Wonderland for a week than help him grow new dahlias.
“Larxene?”
This is the part where I ready my ears for potential damage.
Her statement is quick; thankfully. She simply gives a warning that whoever tries to sneak into the showers again while she’s inside, had better be ready to lose an appendage.
“Roxas?”
We’re all ready to leave (Xemnas included) until something gives us the near equivalent of a heart attack. If we could have one, of course.
“I have one complaint.”
Roxas’ voice.
I tell you, the reaction to this was hysterical. A number of us fell from our seats, Lexaeus shaking the room as he did so. Nevertheless, Roxas was the first in these meetings to have everyone’s complete attention.
At first, none of us knew precisely what to say. Instead, we’re all waiting for him to talk again, as if to prove that his previous statement wasn’t a hallucination. However, as the silence continues into its seventh minute, my patience has reached its end.
Thankfully, Xigbar speaks.
“...Well?”
Roxas gives him a moment’s glance, before speaking.
“Axel didn’t let me sleep enough last night.”
...No one should be surprised when there’s an ad in the Twilight Town newspapers from the Order with the bold-type statement “Help Wanted” due the unfortunate death of number XIII by the hands of number VIII.
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