Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Kingdom Hearts. The End.
ckc: Or is there ever an end to the story? If there was then wouldn't everything just stop? If the story of our lives just stopped when we died wouldn't there be no children to carry on our stories? To me there is no end….
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm just in the mood for ranting about stuff. Like, I think that Infinity is a place but everyone I know has a different opinion of what it is. Some say it's a number, others say it's a range, and then there's--- okay, way off topic.
So here I am with the next chappie of The Brownie Incident. Really all of these chappies are little pop-ups in my brain. Some of them are funny and some are not. Some are a mix. Today you will get a funny little serious type weirdness thing. Yep. Have fun. And remember, don't do dumb things….. No, I'm serious…. Kinda…..
The Brownie Incident.
Words
"No, I'm thinking more of a Strong mixed with Heat and Power."
"How about Fiery?"
"Too simple."
Zexion sighed as two extraordinarily loud people walked into the Lounge of Nada. He was resting on a couch, reading a book, and trying to find solitude. However, this was not easy for him because of an arguing Roxas and Xigbar.
"He's not easy to contain," Xigbar muttered. "What about Spontaneous?"
Roxas shook his head. "No. That's more of a Demyx word."
"Well, you hang out with him the most so you should be able to pin him to a word easily!" Argued the Freeshooter. The blonde next to him shrugged, looking dismayed.
With an exasperated sigh Zexion put down his book, no longer able to focus on the story he had been reading. "What in the non-existent world are you two talking about?"
"We're trying to define Axel," said Roxas.
"Actually, it's more like giving him a word," explained the Freeshooter. "We're actually having a rather hard time-"
"I still say he should be Fire," interjected the blonde keyblade wielder. Xigbar frowned.
"That's too simple. Fire isn't the only thing that he is."
"What about Sparks?"
"That's just stupid sounding."
While the two argued and fought and babbled, the Cloaked Schemer thought. The Flurry of Dancing Flames was hard to pinpoint on a single word. There was more to him than his red hair, sarcastic nature, and ability to light objects (and people) on fire. Deep down, there was something smoldering inside him, a burning desire, a… a…
"Passion."
"What?"
The other two Nobodies looked up at the Cloaked Schemer as he spoke, ceasing their fighting. Zexion only shrugged and returned to his book.
"Axel is Passion."
"Passion…" Roxas thought for a second before his eyes lit up. "That's it! It's perfect for Axel!"
Xigbar nodded at Zexion's suggestion. "It does seem to encompass everything about Number VIII. Good job."
Zexion shrugged off his superior's complement. "So, have you already thought up words for yourselves?"
The two Nobodies grinned at once and, much to Zexion's dismay, plopped themselves down on the couch beside the Schemer.
"Well, of course. Number XIII here graciously gave me the name of Haphazard," said Xigbar. He ruffled the younger Nobody's hair playfully. "And this shrimp here is Maelstrom."
Zexion nodded slowly. "And you two did this, why?"
The Freeshooter looked at the Key of Destiny. The Key of Destiny looked back.
"We don't know."
"See, Demyx started it all," Xigbar explained. "We found him sitting in the middle of the hallway spouting off random words. He said that he was trying to figure out what word Xemnas was."
"In the end he decided on swagger," said Roxas.
The Cloaked Schemer snorted. "Swagger?! Where did Number IX come up with that?"
Roxas shifted in his seat. "I've no clue. But it sure does make sense." Xigbar and Zexion nodded in agreement. "What word would you be Zexion?"
The room was silent as the three Nobodies tried to come up with a word that blended with the Cloaked Schemer. Finally, just as they were running down to the last words in their vocabulary, Saix entered the room. The three men on the couch watched the Luna Diviner cautiously as he crossed the room to pick up a stack of papers he had left there earlier. Roxas, with a non-existent heart full of courage, or stupidity, decided to question the Berserker on what word he thought Zexion would be.
"See, we're trying to come up with a word that fits everyone's personality and now we're on Zexion and…" Roxas faltered at Saix's cold glare then added meekly. "It was Demyx's idea."
Saix stood there for a moment, his face ever blank of expression, which was quite terrifying in the other Nobodie's opinion. He then walked out, letting only one word pass from his lips.
"Subtle."
Xigbar let out a sigh as the Diviner exited. "Well, doesn't that fit nicely. Subtle."
The Schemer nodded in agreement. It certainly did seem to fit his personality; the way he was more of a shadow in the pack of the Organization, how he would prefer to sit alone with a good book rather than be on the front lines in a patrol.
"Hey, what're you three doin' in here?"
Zexion jerked his eyes up as three new Nobodies entered the Lounge. Axel, followed by Demyx and Luxord in a heated discussion, came into the room. The red head took a seat on the already packed sofa while the other two members of the Organization argued.
"He's more than just Berserk!"
"Then wouldn't Madly Insane be sufficient?"
"That's two words," Demyx complained.
Luxord threw his hands up in defeat. "I'm not quite sure what you're searching for then." He then turned to the other Nobodies surrounding them in dismay. "Saix is far too much of an enigma to have one word tacked on him."
"How about…" Demyx tapped on his chin pensively. "Furor."
There was a collective raise of brow at this. Since when did the Nocturne have such a wide range of words hidden in his mind?
"Say that again Demyx. I want to make sure it was you," said Axel in disbelief.
"Furor; a general outburst of enthusiasm, excitement, controversy, or the like. It also means prevailing madness, rage, or fury," Demyx said. The group paused in their thoughts. It seemed that the Nocturne actually had a brain. Anyway, back to the issue on hand-
"That works," Axel said. "Who's next then?"
All of the Nobodies exploded into speaking, none of them able to hear the other for their incessant babbling over who they would pick next to have a word. After about five minutes Larxene strode in, freezing upon seeing the lounge in complete chaos.
"What the heck is going on?"
The room froze in response, turning to the only female crackling with energy. Each of their faces lit up as they all came up with the same person and word.
"Sadistic."
Larxene's scowl lessened slightly with curiousity. "What?"
"It's your word now," said Demyx. He explained what all the Nobodies had been doing with words and people.
Not without a few strange thoughts the female sat down next to Luxord, shaking her head. "Hate to say it but I think you got it."
Axel spoke next. "Alright. Who's up then?"
"Luxord!" Xigbar called out. The group again went into a flurry of words trying to decide what the Gamber would be.
"How about Fluke?"
The occupants of the room turned as Marluxia entered with Lexaeus. They all nodded in agreement. That sure was easy.
"Marluxia's next!" Roxas shouted from his squished spot on the couch. The pink-haired man simply stood against the wall as the room pondered over what word would fit him best.
Flowery.
Pink.
Frilly.
Pansy?
As they wondered and used their very little used brains Xaldin, Vexen, and even Saix had crept into the room. Having been informed of the plight that the rest of the Nobodies were in they decided to help with the finding of a word for Marluxia. He stuck out like a sore thumb (or a green thumb) and was often found tending his plants with deep care. Once he crept out of his leafy abode, however, he liked to talk and exaggerate and lead and talk…
Xaldin was the one to think up a word for Marluxia. "Loquacious."
The occupants of the room nodded. Now, who else needed a word?
After two more hours of debating and thinking the Organization had thought up a word for everyone. Lexaeus was dubbed Foundation while Xaldin had been named Clamor. It took about an hour alone to choose a word for Vexen but in the end he was given Moot. Everyone had a word to call their own.
"Man, I'm tired," Demyx said, yawning as he stood up. He bid everyone a goodnight and stepped out of the Lounge of Nada humming some odd tune. The Nobodies in the room looked at each other. Demyx never had gotten a word. He was even the one that had made up the game.
"Well, if Nodody has any suggestions then I say-" Zexion readjusted his uniform, picking up his long forgotten book before finishing.
"Effervescent."
ckc: hello again! Hoped ya'll like the chappie. It was mostly just spur of the moment stuff and happiness. is my friend. I want to know what all ya'll thought of my words. Did they fit, did they match, did you like them? Yep.
Anyways, please review! They keep me going when Writer's Block seems to conquer even the strongest batch of Pocky. Zjugri!
