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[This is no post from the pod, in fact, he's snuck in a few days ago. He's been watching and observing people in his friendly way, but he hasn't approached anyone yet.

Demyx is bored. He isn't used to having no one to talk to so he activates his device and smiles brightly for the camera.]

Hi! I'm Demyx!

I know you can talk on this thing, so I thought I'd say hi, and do that. This place is pretty interesting, although I didn't think I'd still be here.

[He couldn't just teleport home. Weird.]

Oh well, nothing I can do about it. So, how are you?

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"You know what they say about hindsight being 20-20," Lea said. "It's easy to say we should have known better looking back, but at the time? I mean, I always figured that Xemnas was up to something; about 80% of the Organization was at any given time. But I never thought..." He sighed.

"Xehanort is the kind of guy who lies for a living; he was even before he gave up his heart," he said. "Hell, he's probably been using and manipulating people since before you or I were even born. But knowing how he played us still makes me feel like an idiot sometimes."

A slight smirk quirked his lips at Demyx's comment about the likely outcome of a fight between him and Xemnas. "Hence why I don't actually want him here," Lea said. "But a guy can dream, right? Back home, though... back home I'll have more help." He paused briefly before continuing. "I've joined up with Sora and his friends; don't know how much help I'll be when it comes down to it, but I made a promise that I'd be there for my friends, and the only way to do that right now is helping Sora." He had other reasons, of course, and Demyx could probably guess a couple of them, but Lea didn't really feel the need to volunteer them.

"And speaking of friends," he said, indicating Xion, "this is Xion. She's a friend of me and Roxas, and was the Organization's Number XIV." He would see how Demyx reacted to her before dealing with the question that was sure to be asked. Demyx wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he could count, and certainly wouldn't remember any Number XIV; fortunately the explanation for that would be both simpler and much less traumatic than the previous revelations.

When he had said that he would be there for her friends, she had almost reached towards him again, almost stepped closer.... almost turned and ran. But for all the almosts, she had stayed there, still and conflicted. And.... then he introduced her.

She hesitated a moment more, then stepped forward and closer until she was beside Axel, rather than behind. She watched Demyx, waiting to see what he said, how he reacted. And wondering if his reaction be any different if he remembered her as if he didn't. It wasn't like they interacted all that much. He seemed just as content to pretend she didn't exist in the first place.

But if somehow he did remember her, and thought to use her as leverage against her friend, he'd be wrong. Dead wrong. HEr hands closed to fists at her side and trembled, It took effort not to call in her Keyblade. But she waited, and watched.

"Yeah, well you know, it's a lot to take in." Demyx ran his hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. He wasn't sure what to think and he was feeling rather pissed, actually, not that that was actually possible, no matter what Axel - no, Lea - said.

His eyes darted to the side, catching a glance at Lea from his peripheral vision, suddenly suspicious at the admission of changing sides, admitting to being a traitor. Wasn't he lucky. His instincts told him to be suspicious, to have his guard raised, because now they were enemies. Not actively, unless Lea wanted to make a production of it, but he was still chained to their Superior. There was no heart to be found.

"Is that so?" He questioned in a mild, even tone. "We're not there, but are you going to come after me?" Demyx might as well have been direct, it could be messy if Lea did want to make an issue of it.

He blinked a few times. Friends? That's right. Axel had been friends with Roxas, which was very fortunate for him. He wasn't totally clueless, as hopefully he'd proven by then and he raised a hand and smiled. "Hey Xion." He greeted her with a warm enough tone for someone who was unable to feel it.

Demyx's glance flickered back to Lea. "Fourteen? Uh..." He was pretty sure he'd know if there had been a fourteenth member. "Have we...met?"

Lea shook his head at the question of whether he was going to come after Demyx. "Nah," he said. "You were never that annoying. And as long as you don't actively try to hurt me or my friends or come up with some Xehanort level crazy plan that endangers the whole place, I say live and let live. You can do whatever you want as far as I'm concerned. Maybe even make a living playing your sitar, if you wanted; I've heard they've got some talent agencies around here for musicians and things."

And there was the expected question about Xion. Lea kept a hand on Xion's shoulder for support and glanced down at her, opting to let her answer unless she indicated that she'd rather have him do it.

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She was shaking under his hand and she swallowed. But she did, after a hesitation, speak. Her voice was quiet, but didn't give away the fact that she was trembling. "We have, but a witch took everyone's memories of me, just before I arrived here. No one will remember who I am, because they're not supposed to." While none of her fear sounded in her voice, there was a strong unspoken "not like it matters" under her words. After all. She was the failure. the fourteenth in a group of 13. The broken puppet, the shattered mirror. Roxas and Axel were the only ones who had ever WANTED to notice her.

Demyx laughed at Lea's response. "When have I been the plan guy?" Lea should have known better than that. It was incredibly unlikely that he would be planning evil plans.

"Whatever...I want?" Demyx asked, mildly incredulously. How the heck was he supposed to know what that was? He was a little amused at the suggestion. "I don't know if that'd work, it's like playing the cello. It's not like a guitar or something, although learning something like that would be cool..."

He was watching Xion when she spoke, head tilted to the side. A witch who messed with memories? Didn't that sound familiar? It seemed like someone he should know about, but it was escaping him. He was remembering someone saying something about it and then tuning them out so he didn't really have a grasp on that information. It was probably part of some longer, boring speech he didn't listen to.

"Huh!" Demyx said, as though that was incredibly interesting. "Well okay, Xion, nice to meet you again?" He had no idea what their relationship was like before, obviously, but he could guess it was distant. He kept everyone at a distance.

Lea chuckled. "Hey I dunno," he said clearly kidding. "Maybe you're secretly an evil genius and all your slacking was just to lull us into a false sense of security. But seriously, given how weird our lives were and are, I've learned not to say that anything is impossible."

He shrugged slightly. "With all the different people and different worlds represented around here, who knows?", he said. "Maybe there's a whole untapped market full of people out there just itching for some good sitar music. Might be worth looking into, at least." And probably a more attractive prospect to someone like Demyx than a normal job.

Lea could feel Xion's trembling but was nonetheless proud that she'd spoken up. He squeezed her shoulder briefly, letting her know she'd done a good job. He'd caught the undertone of insinuation that it didn't matter, but that part they could work on.

She flicked her eyes at Axel... Lea, grateful for the small comfort of that squeeze, then she looked back to Demyx and did something she could only do because of that show of support. She lifted her hands carefully, and slowly lowered her hood, not sure what or who Demyx would see when looking at her face. "Alright," she said, softly.

He had at least heard her voice. So maybe he'd see her, and not a puppet. But would he see her, or Sora? Or someone else?

"Yeah right." He chuckled at the thought of a mad rush for sitar music, it was thoroughly amusing. That sort of gig was far more appealing, true, but he was still very unsettled from the entire conversation and everything ahead of him. He was not about to divulge that, at any rate.

He didn't know the girl he was seeing before him, but that didn't mean much. His memories had been wiped like everyone else's.

"Cool." He offered his hand in a friendly manner, at least he wasn't the hostile type. Even when he knew she was a puppet, aside from the idea being strange, he hadn't thought much of it. He wasn't about to start now.

It was indeed an amusing thought, but not one Lea would entirely discount either due to his aforementioned reasoning regarding things being impossible. Not like he knew much about the music industry, after all.

He was pleased that Xion was willing to lower her hood, though he didn't know who Demyx would see either; he always just saw Xion, a black-haired look-alike of Kairi and Naminé. Whoever Demyx saw though, it clearly didn't surprise him- as it almost certainly would have if he'd seen Sora- so Lea suspected that he saw the same black haired girl.

He wasn't sure if Xion was aware of what handshakes were or not, though he didn't want to jump to conclusions, just waiting to see what she would do for the moment.

Xion stared at his hand for a long moment, then looked up confused. First her look went to Demyx, then she looked to Axel instead. Lea. Lea would help her understand. Why would Demyx be reaching for her? Was it an attack gesture? Didn't seem to be. But h wasn't offering anything... was he asking for something? Did... did he want her Keyblade?

She was so confused, and it showed on her face.

Neither one of them were speaking, just quietly standing before him and Xion didn't take his hand, but rather gave him an odd look, and then looked back at Lea. It kind of figured, didn't it? They weren't like him, at least from what he knew about Xion, he presumed she was more like Lea and clearly a friendly overture wasn't terribly welcome, at least he thought so.

Demyx let out a little nervous hum and withdrew his hand, stuffing it into his pocket instead, glancing away from them.

"Okay, well, um...it was nice to meet you and thanks...for the information I guess." He didn't know what he was going to do with it, but he was beginning to think he needed to bail, to put some distance between them because to him it seemed like something awkward was lingering between the three.

It wasn't going to go well if they both decided to eliminate him instead of letting things lie. Lea was pretty lucky he could make friends, it was something to be envied.

Well, that was awkward. "You know, remind me to explain what a handshake is later," Lea said to Xion, though he seemed more amused than upset about the incident.

"Sorry about that," he explained as he turned back to Demyx. "Xion doesn't have memories of being human any more than Roxas did, so stuff like that happens occasionally."

Which explained things, but didn't do much to dispel the awkwardness. It was indeed probably time that they leave. "Anyway... good luck out there, I guess," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

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Sorry for the no dialog tag. X3

Mine too. But then... Xion.

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