No Cloaks Allowed

[seraph]

[ This is open only to Organization XIII ]

[x]Beachball[x]

Vacation. Those words were usually met with some anticipation. A full free day with no orders to gather intel, steal hearts, beat up an old lady, steal an ice cream, summon an army of darkness. Usually this would be a good day. Each member of the Organization did whatever the hell they wanted. Usually you would find Zexion in his library, seldom to appear unless he needed to have a bowel movement or quench his thirst. Lexaeus ( whom had recently departed the Organization for unknown reasons ) would be in the gym, with monstrous weights. Demyx with his sitar...that blasted sitar. But the most odd was Axel seemed to carry a portable barbecue. Truly losing ones heart meant you lost your mind as well.

Now to this current day those scrawly words 'VACATION' meant that Marluxia had not put it there. As chance would have it Luxord appeared in the Grey Area first to confirm his mission for the day. Almost instantly he recognized the hand writing. "Demyx..." he murmured. Shaking his head the darkness engulfed him. There were a few more words written on the notice but nothing that appeared to be of any use. Demyx had arranged a vacation, ie he had a recipe for disaster and the members of the Organization were the ingredients.

Now in his bland room decorated white ( surprise, surprise ) he reached into his wardrobe. Grabbing a few clothes he once more let the puddle of opaque water claim him dragging through the worlds. Gazing out at the waves in front of him, he let out a little smirk. There was a log made table with benches in the center of the beach. Two of them infact. Not identical but very similar. To his right a large odd shaped rock formation with a few palm trees hanging over. These were accompanied by some under growth but a lush green colour certainly blended in with the scenery. White sands were all around with three beach balls silently in the sand. Several inflatable donuts were also scattered about the place along with four sunbeds, black and white in colour of course. At least they had a stripy theme to them.

Nailed to a palm tree was a dartboard. Wonderful. Xigbar was going to have a field day with that and show off his amazing accuracy, yet again. Everyone knew so no one bothered to challenge him at these kind of games anymore. To his horror Luxord discovered a set of cheaply made drums of animal hide, a tambourine of sea shells, and banjo made with what looked like rope. Cleanly split coconuts were lined on the two tables with wooden cutlery piled in one corner of the tables. "A valiant effort..." the Gambler commented dressed in an unusual attire. Beige three quarter length shorts, a pair of light brown strapped sandals, two surfer-esque bracelets on the left arm with a white vest top covered by an equally white linen shirt that was mostly unbuttoned. His usual piercings were present. Perching on a bench he awaited his fellow members to see what folly would occur from this outset.

[IV. Vexen]

There are three things you can do to (successfully) annoy Vexen.

It's harder than you think.

Number 1.
Upset the natural order of things.

Vexen woke, dressed in naught but the bedsheets and an unflattering, strange pair of boxers.

Check.

Number 2.
Upset the regular order of things.

After letting loose an extraordinary stream of vile curses, all about one particular Nobody with a music habit, Vexen found his room and jointed lab strewn with strange little memo notes all inscribed with the same words and handwriting. There were memo notes in drawers, scribbled onto schematics, stuck onto mirrors, and stuck inside extremely volatile experiments.

"Vacation."

Check.

Number 3.
Demean him.

After throwing spending two hours throwing out the inane little scribbles, cleaning up months of work, and shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs for all in the castle to hear, Vexen stormed over to the closet to see about saving some part of this day.

No cloaks to be seen. A single, blue pair of swimming trunks hung folded across a hangar improperly. A "Vacation" note was stuck to it.

No Cloaks Allowed, it said.

Vexen's hand curled around the white slip of paper as his teeth gritted into a cool scowl the likes of which the Sea of Stars had never seen before. Ice plunged into the note, rending it any semblance of the paper it once was.

"Demyx, I will have your HEAD for this!"

Double check.


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In a swirling swathe of darkness strewn from the sand up, Vexen's being could be seen being summoned from within the darkness. Wrapped with the bright white of what was formerly bedsheets, the Chilly Academic seemed unforgiving and unwilling to participate as much as possible.

Even the sand the tried to itch it's way into the perfect spots of annoyance, just above the arches of the toes, was promptly shot away with a barely noticeable flit of ice in motion.

Vexen did not see the beach for it's beauty. He did not feel the comfortable warmth of the sun. He did not calm at the sight of the patient sea. The warm wind met Vexen's hair limply, preferring the loosely wrapped bedsheet that was there for Vexen's insecurity only.

He saw an endless sea of distractions from his experiments. And a long wait before revenge was possible.

A strong and chilly green eye turned Luxord's way. A curved and gritted mouth. Challenging. "Tell me you knew nothing of this-- this-- tragedy of events, Number X?"[/size][/blockquote]

[The Gambler]

Tragedy, as Vexen had labeled it, was probably the most appropriate word to use. After all the music bumpkin had arranged this. How he managed to persuade Marluxia for permission was beyond Luxord, though he suspected some hypnotic music as the suspect. Hearing the fabric of time and space rip apart at the seams behind him didn't particularly startle him. In fact the Gambler stood rather still his eyes fixed on the horizon. This world was the realm of heroes, yet they were so far away from them they would have no idea they're most powerful enemies lurked on they're doorstep. Or beach...

Turning around Luxord nearly dropped his newly acquired mug, made from what looked like some sort of tree. Within this mug lay a concoction of various alcoholic beverages. It was a sun yellow colour with tints of red occasionally appearing from the bottom when shaken slightly. Perched around the rim was a plain white straw and a purple miniature parasol fully extended. Taking a loud slurp from his 'Destiny Sunrise' ( thats what the label named it ) he looked Vexen up and down. A smirk appeared on his face. Vexen looked ridiculous. "I think the true question is what tragic hand did you play to gain that attire?" he replied laughing that fake laugh to himself.

He really had to stop doing that. Habit mostly, or perhaps something else. Taking another loud slurp from his drink ( which was quite tasty and refreshing by the way ) he turned away from Vexen swanning over to the table. Truth be told he was actually beginning to believe this wasn't going to be so bad. Especially if #4 carried on with his antics. The culprit for this debacle had yet to show his face...and his ridiculous hairstyle. "I did not, fortunately" he replied putting his own mug down grabbing another whilst he leaned over the table. Fixing a few things together he began shaking something in a wooden mixer and dug some ice from a container perched at the edge of one of the tables. More liquids were poured in accompanied by a lime green parasol with a white straw.

Within a twenty seconds or so the drink was fixed. Placing everything away how he had found it, Luxord grabbed the other mug with his free hand and walked over to Vexen. Another shaking of the head in false amusement took place. He found this all too fun, if he could actually tell the difference anymore. No. X looked quite normal in his clothes but poor #4. Thrusting a drink into the academics face he looked him directly in the eyes. "Besides. You couldn't stay in that lab much longer. I was afraid you may have a breakdown...Not that you already haven't" he added mentally at the end. Raising the mug once more to his comrades face he had that twisted smirk on his face again. "It's quite refreshing..." he proclaimed, trying to entice the scientist to drink. Images of Vexen intoxicated plagued his mind and they were all too amusing.

[IX. Demyx]

[OOC: Well thank you for making sure Demyx stays outta trouble while I was gone... /sarcasm]

Despite the orginally abandoned appearance of the beach, there was in fact an occupant before Luxord had arrived. Demyx, known also as the Melodious Nocturne, IX, and 'That Annoying Idiot' (although the last was strictly by other Organization members,) had been on the beach long before Luxord had arrived.

He wasn't suprised that he had gotten the party okayed either, it was a little known fact that Marluxia would do almost anything for a case of designer hair products. Demyx wasn't sure where he drew the line, but then again, he didn't really want to know.

He was now though, hiding behind a tree.

He had been about to go and greet Luxord and welcome him to the party, when the oh-so-furious Vexen had appeared 'Huh,' the Nobody thought to himself, 'I thought he'd take a bit longer to get here... Ah well, I can't hide forever.... He'd notice me sometime... Crud.'

Walking out from behind the tree, the Nobody, who was wearing navy blue swim trunks, a gaudy hawaiian shirt, and sunglasses, grinned at the other two and said, "Hey guys! I was wondering when someone was gonna get here! Nice place, huh?

Despite his relaxed appearance, the blonde was ready to head for the hills if Vexen attacked.