You read it correctly; Organization XV. This is a fanfic, based upon the RP created by supermariohat.
Click HERE for a line-up of the cast.
Note: You don't necessarily have to be familiar with said RP to understand/enjoy/flame this thread, but I'd recommend taking a look, if you're curious. I'd be glad to answer any questions you have. At least, the more experienced members of Organization XV would. Jk.
Kay, so...let's get this out of the way.
Cinollex stuck her nose in the air and grimaced. The building radiated filth, both the bar and its patrons a sight and smell she would rather not endure. Kurix, meanwhile, stepped closely behind her. She immediately whirled round.
"...Can I help you?"
"Do you realize what kind of people--?"
Xina let out a chirp. "Alcohol! Let's go!"
Her comrades proceeded to follow, albeit reluctantly. "Hey…I could freeze this, you know." Cylox fingered the glass with a look of blank curiosity.
Niruxa in turn sneered, looking away. "Your point?"
"I don't know, I'm just saying I could."
"You're always just saying." Xanele swiped his glass from under him and downed it in one gulp. He shot her the familiar attempt at a piercing stare and turned to Cinollex. Xanele, meanwhile, slouched over the bar and began drawling to the young man who was clearly of employ. Though he couldn't understand a word of what she was saying to him, he seemed either particularly engrossed, or moderately disturbed. Cylox's gaze never left the illusionist. "Mind conjuring me another one?"
She said nothing.
Kurix had leant wearily on the first of many support beams, the second occupied by none other than Xando, also leaning, arms folded over his chest. The following conversation consisted entirely of mutters, protruding from the corner of each mouth, and gazes not daring to meet. Kurix then restrained a smirk as he began. "So you going to drink something, or what?" He too folded his arms, in a subconscious attempt to intimidate. Xando glared at whatever he was standing in and shuffled both feet with an air of thinly veiled disdain.
"Haven't our minds been poisoned enough?"
An exasperated sigh. "For the love of Kingdom Hearts...."
"You go and drink yourself to death if you wish." He allowed himself a smile. "I'm not stopping you."
"You honestly want to see me drunk?"
"It would amuse me greatly."
Kurix's head did a slow, unnerving turn. "Say that again. Louder. I didn't quite catch it."
Meanwhile, the minors had taken it upon themselves to down as much as physically (and humanely) possible. Save for Cinollex and Xoje, who sat by in a boredom induced haze as Brixan coughed up yet another scotch. Xina once again chirped and clapped in amusement. The remaining members were deeply engaged in a game of cards, the likes of which caused a series of raised eyebrows to occur. They were betting a vast amount of munny, yet Cinollex could have sworn that, as far as she knew, these were hardly the richest of patrons. Either she had to be wrong (unlikely) or they had to be exceedingly lucky; otherwise, a brawl was sure to ensue. She conjured a small dagger with which to protect herself. Xoje purged his seventh glass of its clear, bubbling contents, then gestured to the barman for an eighth. Upon receiving said eighth he gulped it with little pauses for air or even to savour the taste.
"I said, Caveman, that I would find your intoxicated state amusing."
"Indeed. And I suppose you're an “angry drunk”, are you?"
Xando stood up straight. "Only one way to find out, and I'm NOT doing so now."
"You know, I could freeze that." Cylox pointed to what remained of the scotch. All eyes bore into him, and he immediately plummeted back to his seat. He fell face first into what they could only hope was his own vomit.
"You've...never drank before?"
"I'm warning you, Caveman."
"No offence, but I've lost what little respect I had for you."
The two exchanged violent glances.
"Is there a bug in here?"
Cinollex‘s bitter, non-plussed expression soon creased into a frown. "Pardon?"
"I...could have sworn there was a bug in here." Xoje looked over both shoulders, eyes widened. Cinollex merely smirked. "I'm guessing you're a paranoid drunk, then?"
Xoje jerked his head in her direction almost instantly. "I'm not paranoid. I'm just--" A fly hovered lazily between them. Before Cinollex could even swat it away it was engulfed in a flurry of cascading flames.
"...Xoje....was that necessary?"
He blinked. "Yes. Yes it was."
"Xoje, I think it wise that you--"
"Gah! Another!" Xoje began to fire randomly at empty space, in the drunken belief that he was surrounded by these scourges of the air. Xando drolled into a condescending tone as Kurix made his way toward the scene. "You're the second in command. Control your--"
"Close that jaw before I break it."
Keep in mind, this is my first fanfic. I'll continue posting once I get some opinions. Aheh...
Click HERE for a line-up of the cast.
Note: You don't necessarily have to be familiar with said RP to understand/enjoy/flame this thread, but I'd recommend taking a look, if you're curious. I'd be glad to answer any questions you have. At least, the more experienced members of Organization XV would. Jk.
Kay, so...let's get this out of the way.
CHAPTER ONE:
"So, 15 Nobodies Walk Into A Bar..."
"So, 15 Nobodies Walk Into A Bar..."
Cinollex stuck her nose in the air and grimaced. The building radiated filth, both the bar and its patrons a sight and smell she would rather not endure. Kurix, meanwhile, stepped closely behind her. She immediately whirled round.
"...Can I help you?"
"Do you realize what kind of people--?"
Xina let out a chirp. "Alcohol! Let's go!"
Her comrades proceeded to follow, albeit reluctantly. "Hey…I could freeze this, you know." Cylox fingered the glass with a look of blank curiosity.
Niruxa in turn sneered, looking away. "Your point?"
"I don't know, I'm just saying I could."
"You're always just saying." Xanele swiped his glass from under him and downed it in one gulp. He shot her the familiar attempt at a piercing stare and turned to Cinollex. Xanele, meanwhile, slouched over the bar and began drawling to the young man who was clearly of employ. Though he couldn't understand a word of what she was saying to him, he seemed either particularly engrossed, or moderately disturbed. Cylox's gaze never left the illusionist. "Mind conjuring me another one?"
She said nothing.
Kurix had leant wearily on the first of many support beams, the second occupied by none other than Xando, also leaning, arms folded over his chest. The following conversation consisted entirely of mutters, protruding from the corner of each mouth, and gazes not daring to meet. Kurix then restrained a smirk as he began. "So you going to drink something, or what?" He too folded his arms, in a subconscious attempt to intimidate. Xando glared at whatever he was standing in and shuffled both feet with an air of thinly veiled disdain.
"Haven't our minds been poisoned enough?"
An exasperated sigh. "For the love of Kingdom Hearts...."
"You go and drink yourself to death if you wish." He allowed himself a smile. "I'm not stopping you."
"You honestly want to see me drunk?"
"It would amuse me greatly."
Kurix's head did a slow, unnerving turn. "Say that again. Louder. I didn't quite catch it."
Meanwhile, the minors had taken it upon themselves to down as much as physically (and humanely) possible. Save for Cinollex and Xoje, who sat by in a boredom induced haze as Brixan coughed up yet another scotch. Xina once again chirped and clapped in amusement. The remaining members were deeply engaged in a game of cards, the likes of which caused a series of raised eyebrows to occur. They were betting a vast amount of munny, yet Cinollex could have sworn that, as far as she knew, these were hardly the richest of patrons. Either she had to be wrong (unlikely) or they had to be exceedingly lucky; otherwise, a brawl was sure to ensue. She conjured a small dagger with which to protect herself. Xoje purged his seventh glass of its clear, bubbling contents, then gestured to the barman for an eighth. Upon receiving said eighth he gulped it with little pauses for air or even to savour the taste.
"I said, Caveman, that I would find your intoxicated state amusing."
"Indeed. And I suppose you're an “angry drunk”, are you?"
Xando stood up straight. "Only one way to find out, and I'm NOT doing so now."
"You know, I could freeze that." Cylox pointed to what remained of the scotch. All eyes bore into him, and he immediately plummeted back to his seat. He fell face first into what they could only hope was his own vomit.
"You've...never drank before?"
"I'm warning you, Caveman."
"No offence, but I've lost what little respect I had for you."
The two exchanged violent glances.
"Is there a bug in here?"
Cinollex‘s bitter, non-plussed expression soon creased into a frown. "Pardon?"
"I...could have sworn there was a bug in here." Xoje looked over both shoulders, eyes widened. Cinollex merely smirked. "I'm guessing you're a paranoid drunk, then?"
Xoje jerked his head in her direction almost instantly. "I'm not paranoid. I'm just--" A fly hovered lazily between them. Before Cinollex could even swat it away it was engulfed in a flurry of cascading flames.
"...Xoje....was that necessary?"
He blinked. "Yes. Yes it was."
"Xoje, I think it wise that you--"
"Gah! Another!" Xoje began to fire randomly at empty space, in the drunken belief that he was surrounded by these scourges of the air. Xando drolled into a condescending tone as Kurix made his way toward the scene. "You're the second in command. Control your--"
"Close that jaw before I break it."
Keep in mind, this is my first fanfic. I'll continue posting once I get some opinions. Aheh...
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I want to read chapter 2!
