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MC15: The Hunted HunterOctober 24, 2008. Machelix stepped from the shower in a cloud of steam. His recent match with Strax nearly demanded it (the opponent as well as the workout itself). He hastily dried himself off, sliding into his Organization jacket. Who knew that it could double as a bathrobe? He pulled up a fresh pair of underwear and worked his hair into its usual style in the mirror. Satisfied, he slipped on his boots and walked out of the room. There seemed to be two sets of footprints on the humid tile floor, though. He unlocked the door and walked into the hallways of Castle Oblivion.
The halls were dark, almost darker than usual. They were also too quiet. Usually one heard at least one conversation bouncing off of the walls. Machelix actually smiled at this; he liked the serenity of the night to be undisturbed. He continued down the halls, hands in pockets an
MC16: Machelix in WonderlandOctober 25, 2008. Falling down this shaft like taking a groundless elevator through someone's house Pictures and green-striped, mustard-colored wallpaper lined the chute walls. Hadn't this been a rabbit's tunnel? The breakaway from the dirt of this front door approach was Machelix's first taste of the realm he knew as Wonderland.
His knee-high black boots patted softly onto the twisted tile floor at the bottom of the hole. He stood up, running his gloved hands through the variously-hued blue streaks hanging over his steel-blue eyes. These same blue eyes looked over his surroundings. This room seemed to be more of an entryway into someone's house rather than the entrance to a new world.
He took a slip of paper from the pocket of his ankle-long Organization jacket. The orders from the Superiors were pretty vague this time around: simply capture someone from here to make another addi
MC10: Mutiny..."Mutiny and Mutual Agreements"
October 14, 2008. Machelix looked up into the moon, its face full and radiant. There was something about this place he was assigned to that brought out his sense of adventure. It might have been the smell of the sea air, it might have been the roll of the ocean as it rocked his rowboat, or it might have been the thrill of adventure. Either way, he knew he loved Port Royal.
Xhaonroi had asked for one of the Nobodies to capture the Black Pearl, the illustrious ship of these waters. Control of it meant control of this world. Machelix was up for the job.
The impressive ship loomed on the horizon, outlined against the night sky by a tower of light-enough clouds. The familiar figurehead, the maiden releasing the dove, was as welcome a sight as ever. Machelix looked to the rope in the back of his boat, the boarding line to allow him on the ship. He was going
Mission 8: Daisuki, DemyxMachelix sat backstage of his recent performance area, tuning his guitar. The Nobody Lounge, located on the first floor, was a welcome retreat for Nobodies after they completed missions. Machelix liked to come here to relax and get the chance to play games with others in the Organization. For now, he just wanted to unwind from his concert.
Demyx strolled into the room, his sitar in his hand. He noticed Machelix on the couch, walked over to him, and asked, Wanna play Guitar Hero?
Machelix looked up to him, a smile on his face. Thats what he liked about him: his fun-loving attitude. Youre on. He grabbed the guitar controller from the floor, handed Demyx a similar one, and turned on the PS2. The new concert had begun.
MC9: Chasing Bad LuckOctober 12, 2008. Machelix sat on the first floor of Memory's Skyscraper, once again at his computer. A heater was warming up his feet, and a pile of tissues steadily multiplied in his garbage can. He was still shivering slightly in his Organization jacket, his mouse hand jittering. The pointer unsteadily wavered over the screen, now displaying the Organization rankings. He warmed up slightly when he saw his ranking slowly catching up with Xiru, Strax, and Ambrex. Catching up to these guys meant being able to partake in higher level missions. It also meant a higher chair in the Hall of Infamy.
Speaking of infamy
Axel bolted into the room, panting madly. A letter was in his hand. "Machelix!" he wheezed. "It's 'huff' it's 'phew' "
"Just spit it out," groaned Machelix before another sneeze.
"It's Roxas. He's run off again."
Machelix shook his hea
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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