EDIT: Spot has been claimed!

 

[align=center]I have the urge to do a ZekuShi / ZeXion / VIxXIV / Zexion x Xion RP, yet I don't know who would be willing to participate in such a thing. ._.'

So, it's first come, first serve! ;D Whoever posts here first can be in the RP with me. You can choose your character first (Zexion or Xion), and I get who you don't choose.

A little RPing sample would be much appreciated as well.

 

Simple plot:

It's high school. Xion is the new girl in school. Zexion, the common emo kid, must be her guide around the school. Show her where her classes are, where the offices are, where the restrooms were...

However, will this isolated boy become friends with this shy girl, or...?[/align]

I LOVE YOU TRICIA. I ALSO LOVE THIS PAIRING. <3 I SHOULDN'T POST. BUT I WILL ANYWAY.

 

I call Xion. 8D

 

Xion rubbed her arms as she stepped off of the bus. The high school loomed over her. She felt pretty insignificant in the crowd of so many other kids, shoving violently past her. She couldn't read the letters spelling out the name of the school--things were starting to blurr together. She was excited, but.. nervous. Xion wondered--would her teachers make her stand up in front of the class and give a ten minute introduction? Would anyone like her? Would she have to eat lunch in the bathroom as she'd seen in some movies?

 

Instead of worrying about it, she adjusted her black t-shirt. It made her feel just a teensy bit more prepared as she walked through the eight-foot-tall doors. Some people were waiting inside of the door--oh, were they a welcoming committee? That'd be great-- she walked up to the first, a girl. "Hi," She smiled. "I'm Xion and--" "Get away, freshman," The girl snapped, crossing her arms. Xion instantly obeyed, backing up a step. Ramming straight into a shy-looking blue-haired boy.

Oh, Lexi, you sly devil, you... B3

 

To be quite honest, Zexion had really intended on staying home that day. He stayed in late, the previous night, at his job. Sleep was what he wanted to accomplish. However, after many pleads, and threats, from his mother, he felt that he had no choice.

Grabbing his book-bag, Zexion stepped out of his out and walked down the sidewalk. There was a plus side for living on the same street as his school, and that was the opportunity to not ride on that obnoxious, filthy bus of his. Walking down the sidewalk, listening to music through his earbuds, without anyone bugging him was one of his peaceful times.

Entering the front doors of the school, Zexion didn't notice, at first, Headmaster Xemnas calling him. Of course, until he pulled one of the earbuds out.

"I swear," Headmaster Xemnas sighed, "I should ban these electronics..."

"What is it, Headmaster?" Zexion asked, slightly adjusting his bangs with the flick of his head. (Because that's just darn-right sexy.)

"You're a senior this year, correct?" Xemnas asked. When Zexion nodded as a response, the headmaster continued, "And you know that you need volunteer points to graduate, yes? Well, here is your first opportunity. It's quite simple, really. I assign you to one of this year's freshmen, and you must help them around. You can check up on them once a month, or more, to see how they're doing. How does that sound?"

"Alright, I guess," Zexion answered, "but my opinion doesn't necessarily matter, since it's mandatory."

Smirking, Xemnas said, "Precisely. Now, here's your freshman that you're assigned to." He handed Zexion a folder. As the blue-haired boy opened it, it revealed a picture of a girl with short, black hair and dark blue eyes, as well as her schedule. Under the name showed her name-- Xion.

"Okay, so where is she--" Zexion began, but as he looked up, the headmaster was gone. Sighing, he muttered, "Of course he disappears on me..."

Suddenly, someone bumped into Zexion. It caught him off-guard, at first, making him lose his balance. However, taking a simple step forward soon regained that. As he looked back, the first thing that he noticed was the girl's tomboyish, black hair. As he saw her face, he instantly recognized her as his freshman. "Are you... Xion?" he asked.

Xion's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't realize, but she'd been repeating, over and over again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She snapped her mouth shut before she made a bigger fool of herself. "Y-Yeah," She agreed. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Xion squinted at the speaker. He was a blue-haired, emo-looking boy. He didn't look familiar to her, but..

 

Xion fidgeted with the strands of her hair. She felt sort of embarrased standing in front of him now, knowing her hair was a mess. She'd cut it herself with sciccors just the day before. His didn't seem in perfect condition either, but there was something about him that was.. well, SEXY.

 

"W-What's your name?" Xion managed to stutter.

Zexion had sighed inside in his mind. Great, he thought, I have one of those girls... Oh well, I only have to see her once a month, anyways, but still, I have to show all of her classes. All day. I wonder if the library has any new books in this year? There wasn't that much last year.... He had gotten ahold of himself, trying to not go off-topic.

Putting one hand in his pocket, Zexion held out another hand to Xion, stating, "My name's Zexion. I'll be your senior guide throughout the year. You know, make sure you settle in and whatnot."

"Oh-oh okay," Xion agreed, staring at Zexion's hand for a moment. Then she realized what she was supposed to do. She took his hand carefully. "Nice to meet you," She'd gained control over her voice now. So what if he was a senior? And cute? And emo? And everything else attractive to her in a guy? He didn't seem overly interested in HER, though. As if she were a fly that he was forbidden to swat.

 

"All year?" Xion repeated, excited and horrified at the same time. 'If he doesn't like me, and thinks I'm a nuisance, then he'd hate me even more if he had to babysit me.' Xion thought unhappily, biting her Fruit Punch Chap Stick-ed lips. 'But maybe I can MAKE him want to hang out with me. Emo boys I understand the best.'

"Yeah, at least once a month," Zexion confirmed. For the sake of his sanity, he hoped that she wasn't one of those girls that go to the office everyday and demand that they see their senior guide immediately.

When he realized that he was still holding Xion's hand, he let go of her, but not after an odd thought approached him. Her hands are soft... he absentmindedly thought, but he dismissed it with, I guess all freshmen still have baby skin.

"So," Zexion began, "I guess we should get started with finding your locker."

"Right, my locker.." Xion agreed faintly. Post-It notes were on the front of lockers, announcing the owner and the combonation. Because that wasn't a stupid idea at ALL.

 

She started scanning all the nearby ones, praying for a top locker. Zexion quietly followed her. Xion struggled to concentrate on reading off the words on the sticky notes--her blue eyes were drawn back to Zexion. He disinterestedly bobbed his head as he read the Post-It notes. Probably feeling her eyes on him, he turned to look at Xion. She blushed, and went back to staring at the lines of tiny yellow papers.

They began walking, with Xion leading the way. Zexion scanned all of the lockers that she passed by, just in case they accidentally passed by her locker.

... I wonder if they have that one book by Annette Curtis Clause... Zexion thought as his mind went back to the library. However, he returned to reality when someone ran into his shoulder. When that student didn't apologize, he merely cursed under his breath as he resumed looking at the lockers.

There's my locker, he made a mental note in his mind. As he looked forward to make sure he didn't lose his freshman, Zexion made eye contact with her. It was only a moment before Xion looked back forward. What is with her? he thought as he looked back at the lockers.

"Hey, Xion, here's your locker."

"Oh-oh," Xion stammered. She'd been starting to daydream. Maybe wondering what Zexion looked like when he would bother looking less.. depressing. But, meh, that was just how emo boys like him looked, wasn't it? Carefully avoiding his gaze, knowing that she'd blush if she looked at his admittedly quite sexy face, she sat down her backpack and ripped off the sticky note, with "XION" and "21-27-5" written on it. (That's totally not my locker combo..) Xion struggled to get her locker to open. She started to enter her combonation for a third time. Why wouldn't the dang thing just OPEN? Zexion carefully pulled her hands aside and entered it for her, and it opened on his first try. "Thank-thank you," Xion murmered.

(( O-O Dude... That's really close to my lock combination... ))

 

Zexion stood there, waiting for Xion to open her locker. Of course, he should have known better that she wouldn't so easily open her lock. On her third try, he became a bit impatient. Sighing, he crouched down and set Xion's hands aside... but not before remembering how soft they were. Letting her hands go, Zexion looked at the sticky note with a glance before dialing the numbers in. With a tug, the lock opened.

"These locks tend to be difficult to open at first," Zexion explained, "since they haven't been used over the summer. The more you use it, the easier it'll get." Opening the locker, he took the courtesy of putting her backpack in her locker. After all, it was the first day of school. Students didn't necessarily need all of their stuff. Locking the locker back up, he stated, "We'll go find where your first class is. Then, I'll come check up on you after all of your classes to help you find the other classes, okay?"

((Like, every locker in my row has almost the exact same combo. ))

 

'Wait..' Xion thought sadly. 'I wanted you to come with me.. I didn't even really get to know you yet. And sexy, distant emo boys are my THING.' She frowned, but quickly rearranged her expression. She added a little TOO much perkiness into her voice. Did she sound like the silly, misguided freshman that she felt like in front of Zexion? "That's great!" Xion enthused. "Thank you for helping me. I'll be great. Fine. Golden. Awesome. I'll be.. um.." She snapped her mouth shut. Maybe she shouldn't keep blurting things out. Was that a turn-off to him? Probably. Xion bit her lip so hard she felt blood trickle into her mouth. At least she wouldn't be making a fool of herself in front of Zexion anymore.

(( >.> It's a conspiracy. ))

 

Suddenly, they heard a commotion. Zexion peered down the hall to see a group of seniors picking on a small freshman. "Tch," he snorted in disgust, "this early in the morning, and the hunt's already begun." After a moment's thought, he went ahead and grabbed Xion's hand. "Come on. It's a jungle out here. I'll get you to your class."

As they walked, Zexion thought of how soft Xion's hand was. He even became suspicious that his subconscious wanted to hold her hand on purpose. That's it, he thought, when you get to the library, you're getting a novel with a smooth cover.

"If you want to live throughout the year," he began, as a way to distract himself, "it's best to keep to yourself. Saying anything that rubs people the wrong way, and they'll prance without a moment's thought. Got it?"

((Everything is a conspiracy, luv))

 

Xion's jaw dropped when Zexion grasped her hand. She was surprised, and sort of excited. If he was holding her hand to bravely guide her through the halls of hell.. She didn't really catch any of what he was talking about. Xion was busy in her own little fantasy world, already dreaming of Zexion. 'Quit it,' She snapped at herself. 'You've known him, what, three minutes? Get a life. You're just too desperate. Someone's being nice to you, and you instantly assume that they're in love with you? Hopeless, hopeless..' "...thought. Got it?" "Huh?" Xion glanced at Zexion, and realizing he was waiting for an answer to whatever he'd said, she quickly exclaimed. "Oh! Yeah! Got it memorized."

(( You're a conspiracy. B3 ))

 

Sighing, Zexion muttered, "Like that. You have to be careful with that last phrase." Not that Axel would have a problem with anyone else using his catchphrase, but it was best to be on the safe side.

With his free hand, he opened the folder to take a look at Xion's schedule. First class is... Oh jeez, Mr. Sa

'No,' Xion answered him mentally. 'I would be just fine if you'd come to all my classes with me. Sheesh, I'm such a charity case, but if you'll agree, I'll be anything..' Instead, she waved her hand faintly. "Nah, I'm fine. I'll be sure to avoid Axel when I say that. And, um, all of your tips about the geometry teacher." 'Stupid math. It's not that I don't like math--really--it's that math doesn't like me. How could he leave me?' She nervously fidgeted with the pile of books she was holding, sliding her notebook into perfect alignment with the other book. "See you later, Z-Zexion," Xion stuttered, not even having to force a smile. Saying his name was enough.

Zexion held his hand up for a second as a wave. "See you in an hour," he said before the warning bell rang. With that, he walked down the hallway...

Just to be stalked by his subconscious thoughts.

Her hand really was soft...

He literally stopped in the middle of the hallway to get ahold of himself. What is wrong with you, Zexion? Pull yourself together! You're starting to sound like an old pedophile. Sighing, he pulled his own schedule out of his pocket to observe it. First class... Yes! Library assistant! A faint smile of victory grew on his lips as he made his way to the library.

I AM THE TRUE NECROMANCER

 

FOR I HAVE REVIVED THE LEGENDARY NAMELESS TOPIC

How

Looks like I inspired you to necromance

 

I'll chalk this up as a victory for the day

 

Go inspiration!

lmao legit

 

I AM THE TRUE NECROMANCER

 

FOR I HAVE REVIVED THE LEGENDARY NAMELESS TOPIC