Number IX; Demyx, the Melodious Nocturne.

[Medy]

Yes, I've decided to be overly ambitious for myself and apply for Demyx instead. Don't shoot me down too much. @_@

Username: medyveane
Current canons: N/A
Canon you're auditioning for: Demyx; The Melodious Nocturne.
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts II
Is the current canon taken?: Nope.

Audition post:
“Water!”

Flashbacks; constant sounds and images of that fateful day. The melodious nocturne flew around the area, sitar in hand as high-pressured walls of water shot upwards around him, yet providing little obstruction for his current foe, the keyblader who effortlessly weaved through the blockade before unleashing on the helpless hydromancer has he struggled to defend himself.

Please don’t hurt me anymore…

Yells of pain as unrelenting blows continued to strike him from all angles, the events suddenly sped up in a torturous fashion until the battered nobody hit the ground.

It had been a while since that day, the day where one of the carefree members of the Organization XIII had been lost from the group. Just like then, the light was beginning to fade over Radiant Garden and a specific area of the castle was illuminated in a mysterious aura. The Cavern of Remembrance, an area of the castle that was shrouded in secrets, one that’s presence was known to almost nobody aside from most likely the person who had created it. Naturally, the obscene amount of Heartless in the area prevented most people from daring to find out what was beyond the dark cave; the Garden of Assemblage. The thirteen portals inside were all as they normally were, effectively inactive aside from one. One in particular was certainly active.

“No! Argh!”

Further painful exclamations echoed as the defeated nobody fell to his knees, the pain from a ruthless onslaught from Sora and his party hurting him both physically and emotionally. Demyx hated fighting and the result from the fight was pretty much reason enough for why. Anguish ran out as the nobody would fade into the darkness, no longer part of this world.

Until now.

The portal shimmered with a blinding blue light, before then throwing out a large figure from the data cells within. Airborne, it was blindingly obvious who this person was from the helplessly flailing limbs that wildly swung in accompaniment of the surprised yell that didn’t once stop until the person hit the ground with an impact, causing a sharp shout of pain in recognition of the hard surface beneath him. It was a reasonable reaction after all, Demyx never really intended for his body to take flying lessons at any point during his life. The cloaked Organization member pulled himself up clumsily from the heap on the ground, attempting to stand up unsteadily and eventually finding his feet. The annoyed expression on his face was almost comical, as he rubbed the arm he had been unfortunate enough to land on.

“Ow! Man, that hurts.”

Irritated, the hydromancer then began to hastily brush all the dust down from his cloak, wasting no time in trying to keep his appearance as tidy and presentable as possible. As he would sweep the last specks of dust from the sleeve of his cloak, the grim expression from the sudden revival back into the world would exaggerate into a frantic one as something else about his appearance dawned upon him. If his cloak was untidy from the fall, the impact he took to his head could have caused…

My hair…

His hands shot up to caress his hair, gently feeling around it to check whether it all seemed to be in perfect shape. Almost erratic, his hands would shoot in unison to various areas around his head, causing different and comical expressions to form continuously with every attempt to identify anything that was out of shape. The more the hydromancer did so, the more paranoid he felt about his look. Demyx dropped his hands quickly, looking around to see whether there was anyone else in the area who would most likely be staring at him with the utmost confusion and curiosity. That would have been the ultimate embarrassment, especially if he was indeed as untidy as he thought he was. There was no-one else around. Good. Letting out a sharp breath, he turned attention to his shadow, turning and posing in attempt to capture various shots of his silhouette to check his hair. Still, it wasn’t good enough.

Mirror. He needed a mirror. He needed a mirror now.

Looking around in hope of some reflective surface, the sight of a small pond nearby would be his saviour. Rushing over there with his arms flailing as he did so, Demyx slid to a halt as he directed his head straight down into the water. Watching the surface ripple, the panicked expression across his face would fade and a confident smile instead took form. His hair was fine. Nodding his head slowly, he ran his fingers through his hair just to make sure that the gel still held. Looking at himself in the pond momentarily, tilting his head in various directions to check all angles, he clicked his tongue before quietly murmuring to himself.

“Uh huh, perfect….”

Pulling away from the pond, Demyx turned and looked around again, gaining his bearings. Radiant Garden, how ironic. Scoffing at the place as he began walking off, the hydromancer looked around with that typical sense of self-confidence and inner calm as he contemplated. What now? He was back in the game. Repeating that thought in his head, the thought of having to do something immediately caused his attention to turn elsewhere; Castle Oblivion. Stopping in his tracks, Demyx’s hands slid into his pockets as he thought about his return.

Did he really need to return so soon? What would really be waiting there for him? The harshness of the other members of the Organization and the general brutality that they all seemed to enjoy when it came to dealing with people. Demyx didn’t like fighting people then and he didn’t like it now. Well, the fact that he didn’t like getting beaten up by people in either tense was probably more accurate. Dragging his feet as he walked forward again, his pace hardly making move anywhere fast as the happiness, if you could refer to it as emotion, drifted from his body. He didn’t want to get back to everyone else quite so soon.

Pulling away from the path out from the Garden, Demyx would allow himself to fall back against a wall and look at the pond on the other side, able to just about make out the ripples caused from small fishes disturbing the flow of the water every now and again. Watching them move outwards for a second, his hand almost instinctively moved outwards and he summoned his weapon to his hand. Taking up the sitar, the melodious nocturne would gently strum as he watched the pond across from him.

Dance, water…

The ripples would become almost rhythmic, following in time with the repetitive strumming from the hydromancer as he watched with a rather melancholy expression about him. His fingers slowly moving up and down against the strings, he would occasionally flick upwards against the pattern and cause the water to bob up and down in response, simply playing with the element as he improvised with a song. It had no meaning, it had no purpose. Just simply passing the time as Demyx continued to debate the future, whilst his eyes never moved once from the pond.

Dance…

[Zero [Axel]]

Good, I really like the audition.

1/2 Accepted.

[~/\The Dragon Writer/\~]

It's good, although I would've liked to see more with Demyx's insecurity. I tried to stay as impartial with my past Demyx experiences as possible while reading this. XD Still, nothing preventing me from accepting.

~ 2/2 Accepted. ~