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I bought it for PS3 shortly after it came out in the UK, and I actually really enjoyed it. I don't get why people just play some of it and claim it's shit- what do you expect? I've NEVER played a FF game that didn't rely on character development (I know the early ones don't, as much, but I think IV onwards definitely do) and FFXIII had BUCKETLOADS of it. It was linear? So was X. Just sayin'. And THAT isn't completely, constantly slammed for being boring. XIII had a load of action, too, and distinctive characters, and the storyline was, although initially a little bit confusing, at least a decent one. And the gameplay greatly depends on whether YOU can be arsed with keeping up with it- if you avoid Auto Battle, which is easy to do, and design your own Paradigms, you have COMPLETE freedom over what you do. XII let you control more than one character, and I really struggled with it because it felt slow and clunky and the AI was always faster than I was. And, honestly, the game-controlled characters never seemed to fail me, besides the annoying grouping together around a Sentinel, which really grated if I was fighting a strong enemy- when you have all the characters in one place, at... Chapter 11, I think it is? I can't remember the exact point... you can fully customise EVERYTHING. Control isn't really that limited, besides where they move- and if you pay attention and switch to the right paradigms you CAN get them to go where you want (e.g. when Sazh is using Commando, every three attacks he takes a step back, moving him further out of the range of attacks; using Ruin means the character will leap back, etc...) And I really was pulled in by Hope and Lightning (and even Snow and eventually Sazh and Vanille)'s character development over the course of the game. I can safely say it's not my favourite game, and it DOES drag, but a lot of the "flaws" (not being able to backtrack, not many towns and town NPCs) are already explained through the plot- these characters are fugitives, they're hated by EVERYONE on Cocoon, they CAN'T go back or wander around towns all the time! As for XIII-2, I'm kind of not looking forward to it AS much- I like what we've seen of Noel's character, but Serah kind of irritates me, as does the moogle, and the plot seems impossibly random, considering what happens to Lightning. Not to mention that Caius (I think that's how you spell it, not sure) has the same voiceactor as Kain from IV and I can't STAND his voice. I'm probably still going to get it, since I like the look of some aspects of it, and hopefully the story kind of redeems itself. I'm just praying they don't end up pulling a X-2 and ruining the sacrifice and such at the ending of XIII, like they did with TIdus' in X.

It definitely only repeats three times. You have three very distinct partners, I don't know where people got 5 weeks from. Technically, the story ends up spanning over four weeks, but it skips. I wasn't offended or even that surprised by it not ending on day 7, since the first 7 days of the game took me about 8 hours to complete and that just didn't seem right. I was anticipating there being more, especially since, you know, I hadn't even MET Joshua yet and he was fairly prevelant on the cover. [shrug] It picked up a lot for me the second week, since the partner makes things more interesting by being all suspicious and snarky- and the third week is where everything kind of comes to a head and things start to get resolved. It's incredibly fun, but watch out for Minamimoto/The Grim Heaper, without spoiling much, he ends up being a complete pain to beat.

It's kind of a scale, actually. You can be a little bit bi, I suppose, if you're sexually attracted to people of your gender, but prefer the opposite most of the time. It's not really a case of just picking "your" sexuality and never being able to stray another way.

She seemed surprised, not, he hoped, in a bad way; he supposed it was kind of out of the blue, but it was the only solution he could think of. Maybe getting the police involved would be the most logical thing to do, sure, but he honestly knew in his gut taking that route wouldn't be the best thing for the fragile blonde girl in front of him- she was barely being held together as it was, he didn't want to cause her any more trauma or stress. He probably wouldn't have even brought her here if he hadn't panicked himself into thinking she was going to die. All Demyx could really do was hope his intuition was right on this one. When Namine brought up Vexen, however, doubt flitted across his face for a moment, quickly replaced with a somewhat hesitant smile. "Heyyy, I'm gonna sort everything out, I promise. No worries. Besides, guy does something like this..." he scratched at the back of his head, thoughtfully, before leaning on his hand again. "Well, he can't really kick up too much of a fuss." He was trying to skirt around a clear answer, and he hoped she was too drained and exhausted to notice properly- after all, he didn't want her freaking out or worrying over HIM of all people. It was meant to be the other way around, and as far as he was concerned, it was his duty to be trying to keep her safe and take away her demons. If that meant talking her psycho old man into letting her leave, so be it. Axel snorted, clearly aggravated by the younger teen blatantly invading his personal space (although that was a complete and utter double standard, as he'd done the same to Roxas and countless others before..) but trying to hold it back as much as he could, to maintain some illusion of self-control. "Like hell do I care if you think it's a hard word, short stuff. And screw that, I do whatever the hell I want. If it's an invitation, though..." Trailing off, voice positively laden with sarcasm for the last statement, he just gave a sly grin. (( As is mine. xDD ))

Aboouuuuuuut three or four hours, unless I'm really involved in an RP or a chat or something. If I'm on any longer, it's never all at once- I take breaks, get drinks, go do something else, stuff like that. I didn't used to do it as much, but it's kind of helpful now.

(( Thank you. <33 )) "No, you don't have to go." Demyx shook his head, leaning his chin on the hand not on top of Namine's. Even though he usually tended to babble and gush when he had some kind of idea, letting his words run over each other, he tried to keep his voice at an even pace, more measured- it wasn't like with his friends, where most of the time he played up being silly because they found it amusing, or even with talking to Axel in the worst of his moods-- then, it was better for him NOT to sound too careful. But here, he just didn't want to step too far, too fast- and rushing along with every thought that came into his head would be a really dumb way to go about things. Instead, he opted for taking it gently, which seemed a better way, at least. "I mean, if you need somewhere to stay, there's... room in my house, my mom wouldn't mind. And, um, if that's, like, totally weird, then I could always ask around- I know Kairi's been kinda worried about you, seemed like she kept texting people about it, and, well, she doesn't just go on about anything. It's usually all about her, if you get that I mean. I mean, it'd at least be worth a try, right? Stop you... gettin' hurt again..." He smiled. "And, hey, you totally aren't a burden. Lighten up." Something somewhat between a shriek and a snarl tore from Axel's lips, which he quickly attempted to turn into a curse word- he fell to one knee, the leg he'd hurt trembling under his weight, and he punched at the floor. His knuckles made an ugly crunching noise, but he ignored it, dragging himself to his feet again, almost as if he could take back the fall, the moment of weakness. "You really gotta stop pushing me. Or do you WANT me to f*ck up your stupid brother, huh?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "...And, by the way, I wouldn't put a douchey thing like that past you, Blondie," the redhead added, deliberately dragging out the nickname, using it on purpose, obviously, knowing it would most likely rile the blond.

I don't know whether it works outside of my area, but most of the time where I'm from you kind of are shoved in a group depending on what classes and such you're passionate about, unless you're in the elite popular group (kind of the Plastics on a slightly larger scale... ). So, I'm one of the drama kids, simple as that. Kind of permitted amongst the popular group, but not really directly to do with it.

For just the range they both have, I'd have to say Vincent Martella and Troy Baker. I just love their voices. And a great deal of my childhood means I'm kind of required to say Tara Strong, too.

Yeah, it sucks, but it's not Youtube's fault. They were bought out, and the site itself isn't the one taking videos and accounts- the companies behind the copyright claims are. I've got lucky, since I've had my account since... around 2006-2007, and I haven't had any strikes thus far despite uploading videos quite often. I'm frequently blocked in other countries, but I haven't had a video muted or taken in a long while. There's a paragraph on fair use somewhere that you can just copy-paste into the dispute box, and it usually gets you whatever they've taken back- I can't find it, though, although I'm sure it's floating around somewhere.

Okay, guys, seriously? Nagging about it "delaying" your precious KH3? Not cool. Especially since people who've been waiting for Versus have had a much longer wait, since it's been in development hell for countless years and we've seen barely anything new. While the KH fans have had quite a few games since KH2, (I don't really care if you consider them spin-offs, BBS seemed pretty strong in itself to me) most of which are somewhat like what you'd expect and should tide you over. While the more FF-orientated fans have had XIII, true, it wasn't much like what they were teased with in Versus XIII, with it's apparently darker and edgier storyline, blood during battle and cutscenes- comparitively, XIII was really tame. They wouldn't use that kind of technology for a Kingdom Hearts game, since they're meant to be kind of cartoony- extremely detailed, realistic areas and character models simply wouldn't fit the series, so that's a no go. But, considering what little they've shown of Versus' graphics, it definitely sounds good. And I really do like the sound of the method they're choosing for the voiceacting to try and make it sound more natural- it might take longer, though, and it should make an improvement to how stilted the speech in things can be sometimes. I hope they keep it up for the english dub, if it DOES work. If they give me a camera phone in-game, I'll just end up with tons of pictures of Prompto, and Noctis' feet. That'll be it. xDDD

Okay, J.K. Rowling has pretty much sworn she won't be writing any other Harry Potter books in the forseeable future. However, there's Pottermore, which isn't a game in itself, more of an interactive HP-related community where you read through the books again through the site and are given new information, facts, extra chapters, etc. They haven't released much, but upon signing up (which will be pretty hard at first, I imagine, judging by how difficult it was to even submit an email address when the site first opened due to the popular demand, you're given a set of questions from a huge pool of them, which sort you into one of the houses- you get information about the founders and history of the house right off the bat, and go on from there. And I... well, I sobbed like a baby throughout a good third of the film, from when Snape walked into the boathouse (before anything was even SHOWN) to Harry facing Voldemort in the forest. And then I cried again at the end of the epilogue. Overall, I thought it was good for a film, but it had nothing on the books- and the inaccuracies in some parts drove me half-insane, like them needing to destroy the diadem with the fang venom, when the flames they were running from should have done it for them. And the boathouse replacing the Shrieking Shack. In the epilogue, Harry DID see Draco, though. They shared a glance and as far as I can remember Draco smiled a little, far more than he got with Ginny or Ron, pretty much. And his scar never hurt in the epilogue in the book. "The scar had not pained him for nineteen years. All was well." I'm certain THAT'S the end to the book. Oh, and Pottermore isn't officially open until October. A "few" fans will be granted access on the 31st of July, but you'd have to be among the first million and the odds aren't really in anyone's favour on that one.

((I... can't even fathom how long I've been gone. I'm sorry. I just had a lot of stuff to sort out, and I really haven't been near the internet in the past two months, certainly not long enough to form a reply. ;A; I'm pretty sure I'm better now, at least, I feel it, so I shouldn't be taking any lengthy breaks again anytime soon, but I'm really sorry I left this hanging. DDX And I can't get the colours to work, for some reason.)) Oh god, she was going to cry. Demyx didn't quite know if he could manage to deal with that, not in a strange environment, as it was. He could still sense the nurse's gaze lingering warily on his back, and tried to push the discomfort aside despite the prickling at the back of his neck. Maybe he shouldn't have slipped up- he gathered that she hadn't been told much, since she hadn't given any indication of knowing what to expect with him in the first place. And, if the goddamned idiots hadn't even told her who he was, he very much doubted they'd have admitted to giving him just a little of her backstory, as far as they knew. He hadn't even considered it at first, had just taken the fact she only lived with her father in his stride, along with the other tiny shreds of fact- she didn't have siblings, her grades were okay, she'd tried to kill herself. Weighing it all up, though, after she'd told him the problems stemmed from home... it hadn't taken that long to hit him. See, they treated him like he was stupid. Even Nami probably hadn't anticipated him working it out, judging by the look on her face- he tried to remind himself that she most likely hadn't known they'd told him anything, but, he had to admit, it still stung a little. A childish kind of smarting, immature hurt, that he quickly swallowed, and, barely listening to Namine's insisting she was fine, reached across towards her hand. He didn't take it properly, just softly placing his hand on top of hers. Like a lot of the physical things about her, it was small- although he hardly had huge hands himself, his fingers were pretty long, which was definitely helpful when it came to playing music. "Of course I'm going to worry. And, honestly? You don't look so okay, and it's not gonna get better without somebody pushing it to. You..." With a groan, he ran his free hand through his hair, meeting her eye properly again once he'd found the damn bottle to finish what he was saying. "You can't let it carry on, you can't go back there. Please." Finally getting to his feet properly, Axel started to walk off down the hall, passing Roxas by. The swagger to his step was marred, though, since it felt like he'd pulled something in his left leg kicking the brat off, and had to try not to limp. Giving a lopsided grin, he didn't allow himself to appear angry at the punk daring to call him a dirtbag- after all, it was nothing compared to what he could do when he put his mind to it, he was sure of that. "Better me than a snotnosed shortass like YOU," he sneered. "And, aw, shit, did I hurt you? Baby!" Just scoffing at Roxas trying to hiss his actual name for a moment, he didn't slow down in his somewhat stilted stroll down the hallway. "Roxas? Bet you think that sounds firetrucking tough, huh? Whatever, I'll commit it to memory if it's so damn important, kid."

"No problem." The tense set to his shoulders fell, and Demyx's posture slumped a little- partly because it was relaxed normally, but also because of the relief; it came so strongly, it almost caught him by surprise. And, although it was weak, he managed a smile, leaning down at her bedside when he was as close enough to support himself. For a moment, his gaze lingered on the needle, too, following hers, but then he shrugged, a quick, easy tilt to his shoulders. "'Fraid so. It's probably doing some good, Nami. Not that I'm a doctor, obviously, but... I think it's there for a reason, right?" Wrinkling his nose slightly, he sighed, and then looked up, meeting her gaze. "You don't have to worry, you know. I'm not letting them send you back... back there. I-I know it's, like, a total pain, but you can't go back to him." Axel just grinned, green eyes sparking. "Don't be such a tightass, kid. Stop ruining my fun- besides, s'not like I can injure him anymore than I could beat the firetruck outta you, is it?" He kicked upwards, hard- with both feet at once, and shoved with all his might, so that he finally managed to get Roxas off of him- but the redhead didn't try and get on top of him, just kneeled where he managed to get himself up, a few rough breaths struggling in his chest before he started to stand up properly. "Besides, you've nearly wasted the entire period, and- sucks for you- I have Math and I will not miss those huge jugs, not even for you, Blondie."

Ouch, ouch, guys. Little less harsh, maybe? So he's young, and it might not be the kind of "OMFG I WANNA MARRY YOU IN TEN YEARS AND HAVE FOURTY KIDS" kind of ending, but really? It's still not just something you can shrug off like it means nothing. Just... try and see it as a more positive thing. Arrange to meet up as much as you can, and just think how much you'll have to talk about when you see her! It might feel like the end of the world, but maybe it'll make you closer than before.

I'd been recommended Kingdom Hearts a few times, and a friend leant me Chain of Memories in 2005- but I wouldn't say I properly played a KH game until I bought Kingdom Hearts II pretty soon after it was released in the UK. I remember I saw the advert on TV for the first time during the premiere of High School Musical... :'D *wipes tear* But I played and finished KH2 long before I went back for the original.

When Namine said his name, the nurse at Demyx's side grabbed at his elbow, as though she expected him to hulk-smash his way across the room and jump on the fragile blonde at his first chance. Instead, he stumbled a few slow steps forwards, throwing the nurse a glare- her nails were pressing into his arm, for starters, and he didn't want her literally shadowing him the whole time he was in there. Guess she thinks it could have been me, he thought to himself, repressing the bubble of anger that swelled up his his chest at even the notion that she could be believing stuff like that about him. After all, did he seem abusive?! He hoped not. Sure, he'd been getting pretty agitated in the waiting room, but anyone would be worried and jittery after bringing Namine there, right? Still, he made sure to move slowly towards her, twisting his slim fingers around each other, knotting them together when he reached her bedside. "Hey, Nami," he said, the waver thankfully staying out of his voice. He couldn't help it; she did look terrible, and she sounded it too. It twisted at his gut like a huge invisible hand, seeming to threaten to tear it out, but he did his best to ignore it, doing his best to sound... not nonchalant like he usually did, just concerned. "How you holdin' up?" "You realise how firetrucking much that car was to me, huh?" Axel snarled, glaring venemously up at the blond still on top of him. He had a reputation for snapping, he knew that, but this anger wasn't real; not as all-emcompassing as his rages from before had been, at least. "No. You firetrucking don't, you shitty little brat, so shut your mouth, alright?! I can do what I please to your stupid brother, and- what was his boyfriend's name, again?" He cocked his head, green eyes narrowed, not smirking for once- just intense. He wanted to catch Roxas out, to see every little lapse of control.

(Guuuuuuuh, sorry, my internet is being a bastard as of late (all over again) and my art exam was/is totally looming over my head. [/shot]) "Can I go see her yet?" It was the fifth time Demyx had asked that in ten minutes. No matter what the stupid nurse said, he didn't want to let his guard down and relax until he'd actually seen that Namine was okay- after all, they could just be telling him that to calm him down, couldn't they? So it wasn't exactly standard procedure, he was damned if he was sitting around until she recovered- and Cloud's complete calm was more aggravating than ever. So Demyx was getting a little too wound up, he couldn't help it- he took responsibility seriously, no question about that, and his usually pretty chilled nerves were pretty much at their end. Maybe it was partly the fact it was a hospital. He'd always hated them- felt queasy from the smell of disinfectant, and then only felt worse thanks to the too-bright walls and screeching whenever anything generated any friction against the overly-clean floors. It was just a mix of sounds and smells and visuals that made his stomach flip horribly, left a hell of a lump gathering in his throat. It was kinda stupid- the hospital always made him feel worse. Perhaps it was just too serious. Still, at least the damn nurses seemed to be getting why he was so het up, and, at long last, one of them offered to take him through to Namine. "Ohhhhh, man, you do not know sick and twisted," was all Axel hissed in response, at last able to get enough leverage to lash out, kicking up at Roxas as hard as he could. It probably would hurt, sure, but, hey, it wasn't going to leave much of a mark. And if the stupid kid tattled on him, he could just say, completely truthfully, that it counted as self defense. But still, he was paying enough attention to Roxas' outburst to clock what he needed, fighting back at the time or not. Ha, this punk was just making sure Axel knew how to hit below the belt now, and the redhead was loving it.

( I think that's easiest. xDD ) For someone who didn't usually bite his nails, Demyx had done a remarkable job of as good as destroying half the nails on his right hand- taking them right down to the quick as he waited. It definitely didn't help that no one would tell him anything- and while the family rule also applied to Cloud, HE had managed to just brood there in silence. Nerves didn't affect him like they got to Demyx- and it certainly helped that he had no idea who Namine was, didn't hold any responsibility for her. Well, not any beyond what was expected for a teacher and a pupil, especially one he'd never taught- somehow, Dem didn't see Nami signing up for guitar or drum lessons anytime soon. But Demyx? He didn't take many things seriously- his education, for one- but when he was supposed to be looking after someone, that mattered. More than most things. It wasn't even like he could think of it as big brother instinct- he'd never had siblings, and had never really been looked to look after others when he was a kid. Part of the advantage to being a scrawny kid, he imagined- and, although he certainly hadn't been doing much filling out, things had changed. He wasn't the oldest, and he certainly wasn't the biggest guy around- but he was passed on people, like he could fix things. And the stupid thing? He was always... kind of scared something bad would happen while he was looking out for someone. That he'd fail. And he didn't want to fail anyone- especially someone as fragile as Namine. Axel pushed back, flashing a sudden grin when he noticed resisting was getting easier. It was infuriating, being pinned against the damn floor like some snivelling weakling- but it wasn't gonna last much longer, he could tell- he could see it in the kid's eyes, that stupid fury fading fast. "Well, as much as I'd love to break both your legs and dangle you from the roof in the hopes some birds or something'd eat your miserable hide, that'd probably get me arrested. More's the firetruckin' pity, huh? But, c'mon, really? Like I'd ruin the surprise. Hey, maybe you'll get off lightly for some jackassed brat who ruined my car- who knows? Just hope no one you know gets hurt." Okay, fine, he'd acknowledged he couldn't break this kid- now all he had to do was find a damn weak spot, something to use against him- that was all Axel needed.

"Cloud- she's-" Demyx started to insist, nearly choking the words out past the fear- it was only just hitting him now that he could have done something more, noticed sooner, called for help the moment he saw Namine- but he hadn't. It wasn't like he knew anything about wounds; in his head, bleeding equalled bad, although bad was like a scrape from falling off your bike, or a nasty papercut- nothing like this. So, of course he assumed that it was fatal, even though it wasn't, not instantly, anyway. At least he wasn't alone, or, heaven forbid, with Axel- the redhead would probably have crashed, and even if they'd survived the journey Demyx doubted he'd have stayed as calm as Cloud, who just, after helping him out of the backseat and making sure he wasn't going to drop the frail blonde in his arms, led him by the elbow into the building and somehow, all with a few level-headed words with the receptionist, actually got help. Maybe it was just the fact he was an adult that made them pay attention, not asking hundreds of awkward questions- Demyx knew he'd probably have freaked, or have just babbled everything so that he coudn't be understood; while, at the very least, they understood it was bad. Still he... oddly, didn't really warm to the idea of letting go of Nami, even though he knew it was dumb and that she was going to be helped. He was just being protective again, he told himself- it had happpened before, and he recognised the signs, the worry, the reluctance to even leave her for a moment... damn it, and here he'd thought this therapy thing could just be easy. And, the most annoying thing of all? He wasn't allowed to go with her, because they couldn't prove he was family. Stupid hospitals- which meant, they just left him in that stupid, horrible, smelly, too-bright room, to wait. Just to wait. The hand cracked across his face, and a loud expletive burst out of the redhead as his head rocked sideways. The skin of his cheek felt smarting, raw, and he let out a low hiss, the soles of his boots scraping against the floor as he tried to- well, he didn't know what. Struggle, kick out, push himself free- like it mattered. The movement was all he cared about- and here, constricted space as he had, he had very little of it. Giving an irritated grunt, he fought the urge to spit in Roxas' face again, like the day before, and instead snapped, "You're not- in- firetrucking- control- you hear me?! And, believe me, I am just getting started with you."

When they finally reached the car, Demyx hovered impatiently as Cloud fumbled with the keys- it was kind of strange, alien, for Dem to see him make any kind of move clumsy like that. It was weird how, when you saw someone nearly every day, when you looked up to them, how much you noticed the little slips, the tiny weaknesses- the cracks in the face they put on for you. It was happening oddly fast with Namine, but he supposed... even if he didn't want to think that way, she was weak, vulnerable- maybe any old person could be standing in his place right now, if he hadn't been singled out for this peer-to-peer stuff. Maybe he was just some easily filled role- a person to walk into her life and show some empathy, want to help. So, yeah- he knew he probably had nothing to do with her opening up, however little she realised she was doing it; it was probably just her having someone. or, at least, he thought that. And he wasn't actually one for voicing his thoughts, not when they were insecurities like that- hell, he could talk for hours if he wanted to, but he was always careful that those tiny little personal things never slipped out. When Cloud finally got the damn car to unlock (it was surprisingly old and run down for someone so young- then again, it surprised Demyx that Cloud had a car at all, really. He'd pictured the guy as being much more of the motorbike type- although maybe the very fact he was supposed to be a tutor there meant he had to put up appearences), Dem practically threw himself on the backseat- but his arms, as good as cradling Nami, tried to stay gentle. Even before the older blond had gotten in, Demyx was hissing; "C'mon, c'mon...! Just... just drive! Like hell was following you!" And, to his mingling satisfaction and worry, Cloud did just that. "Really?" Axel cocked one red eyebrow, eyes still angry, but expression taking on something else- a smugness, a superiority, much more suited to when he wasn't so angry. To when he was winning. "Cause, well, I'll be damned, you don't sound so sure about it. What, gonna firetrucking run off and cry, get the mean Senior in trouble?" He was obviously mocking now, tone filled with a sick kind of glee- and, he found, to his own surprise as much as anyone else's, the angry part of him was actually letting up- clearing his head enough for him to enjoy this, just a little bit. It didn't fix anything, he knew that. It didn't make him feel any better, he wasn't that goddamn stupid. Sadism didn't benefit him in the long run, but damn, did it help his mood. "S'not like you can do anything else, brat, is it?"

(Ohmygod, Safetysuit! <333 [dies] But, yeah, it does work. Except obviously they are both WAY too stubborn to do anything but hate each other at the moment. xDDD) Demyx was somewhat, disturbingly, given the situation, proud that he kept moving, even as he felt Namine clawing desperately at his chest- if anything, he picked up the pace, until he was practically at Cloud's heels, even though the elder blond had been letting his lag behind before that. "Namine?!" he urged, voice nearly cracking on the "ne"- damn, his composure was totally failing out on him. Still, at least they were nearly outside- he had to be thankful that the math block to the school, where their sessions had been placed, was pretty close to an available exit. And, this way, they wouldn't pass by a bunch of classrooms' windows- being accused of kidnapping was the least of his worries right now, but he still didn't want to get on anyone's bad side- and landing them all in trouble would just be a wreck. Okay, sure, Namine was hardly going to be yelled at for anything, not in her current state, but it would definitely slow them down, and, well... she hadn't wanted the school to call home, right? And they'd definitely do that if she was injured and some random Senior was trying to sneak her out of school during the first period. Still, no one tended to wander these corridors- okay, fine, Axel did sometimes, Demyx presumed to get a glimpse of Miss Aqua's... erm, assets outside of his lesson time with her, but even the redhead was nowhere to be seen. And it wasn't like Demyx had the time or the amount of thought process to be concerned about his whereabouts right now. "Look, just... just hang on, okay?! W-we're getting you help, I promise," he half-babbled, words rushing together as he surged forwards, towards the exit. "Nghh-" The weak, surprised groan tore out of Axel before he could find a way to stop it- and, to his absolute shock, he found himself pinned against the floor, by... ugh, by a Sophomore, no less. He strained against the blond's grip on him, teeth gritted, and tossed his head scornfully for a moment- despite his usual style tending to keep it back, he'd been short on time that morning and it was starting to bother him. "I know you're a firetruck-rich brat who doesn't know when to quit- probably 'cause you get treated like a- a f-firetrucking prince, like you're anything special when you're not!" He snarled up at him, voice shaking- not with fear, no, he wasn't scared of Roxas, not even now when he didn't quite have the upper hand- but just with his ever-returning anger.

You can change the display name, I'm sure. It's part of the user options thingy that used to just let you change your profile and password details and stuff. Buuuuuut, yeah, I had the same problem. My reps are still missing, although I'm hoping that maybe since my postcount reappeared, they will too.

(For some bizarre reason, it stretches out all the posts bar the first three for me. And my rep's gone. Maybe it'll catch up later, like my post count did. [/shot]) Demyx gave a distracted nod, more preoccupied with thinking of how to get the hell out of there. He mumbled a "sure" under his breath, and then, with a half-shy glance at Cloud, hooked an arm around Namine's waist, trying to suport her weight enough to lift her safely; he managed to get that hand under her knees, which, coupled with the fact he still had an arm around her would hopefully mean he at least wouldn't drop her. He shifted his own balance for a moment, almost testing his legs (after the running, no matter how little, he wasn't certain he'd be able to get up so easily). Sure, his standing was a little shaky, and he was probably holding Nami too tight, but at least it was something. At least it might get her to help. "Sure you can manage?" He might have expected sarcasm from Cloud, but apparently with Namine injured that was amiss; the blond teacher, although leaning against the doorway, had almost dropped his careful apathy- a miracle in itself, for him to actually show much emotion. "I got this." Throwing him a nod, Demyx moved properly, walking forwards- although his pace was slower than it would have been without her, Namine wasn't actually all that heavy- something that bothered him a little. Okay, that was a serious understatement- it bothered him a lot. Feeling a little surer about his chances of getting her to the car, Demyx let himself concentrate on Nami again. Maybe, if he kept talking, he could keep her awake- or, at least, he hoped that. "You sure you wanna hurt your eardrums, too? 'Cause I am a terrible singer," he tried to joke, even though the grin on his face was uncertain, nearly bashful. To put it simply, Axel didn't speak- more of yelled, a harsh, raw sound that wasn't even an attempt at a coherent word. And he brought his hand back- only to smash it back against Roxas' jaw, another punch much like the first. Detatchedly, he thought he might have enjoyed this, this pointless, fruitless violence- but he was really too angry to care. He couldn't help it- it was like there was this screaming in his head, white noise that screeched on and on and on until somehow his anger satisfied itself- usually through breaking something. And he damn well hoped that something was going to be Roxas' face, even though the small, rational part of him, that was returning the more he hurt, the more pain he inflicted- that was ever so quietly considering the possibility that this wasn't the way to go about dealing with this kid. Sure, bashing his face in would make Axel feel better in the short run- but then he'd only be suspended, if not kicked out for good, when it got around he'd actually caused more than bruises for once. Drawing his arm back, preparing for another punch, he paused, chest still lurching in a pointless effort to control his breathing. "Do not bring my firetrucking family into this. Just 'cause yours is perfect-" The redhead paused, mid rant, almost as though something had occured to him- but, then again, he might have just been so angry he ran out of words.

Thank you~! <33 [/redundant post is rendundant]

"...Um." Sea green eyes flickering worriedly across the blonde's pale face, Demyx took a moment to tear himself from trying to think of a way to get her out of there that didn't involve carrying her (for starters, he wasn't sure he could lift someone, even someone as light as Namine). And then he bit his lip, unable to help his gaze trailing downwards, to the blood, as he answered. "..Sure. What is it?" Damn it, he was trying to stay calm, so he wouldn't scare her even more (and also, partly so that Cloud wouldn't think he was even more of an idiot- his not being a conventional teacher only made Demyx want his recognition and respect more...) but even as he fought to control it, to keep it level, there was a shaky undertone in his voice. And that just about did it. Axel practically exploded forwards, slamming hard into Roxas, with the express purpose of knocking them both to the floor- although he was slighter, even more so than the blond, he still had height, and what he hoped was strength and experience on his side. Still, the momentum was a little too much, and he had to roll over on top of the Sophomore, rearing his right arm back without even having to consciously consider the action. His hands were already fisted, which only meant less time before he punched Roxas with all his might, right across the face. "Shut the firetruck up, you- you- firetrucker!" ...So his insult was less than eloquent. It wasn't as though Axel gave a damn.