Wasting Away

[Larxene]

Ah… the joy of wasting away.

The only female, per say, with the exception of a little witch occupying the eastern corrider, was inhabiting one of the more emptier rooms of the castle – the main hall. Along the marble wall was a single chair, one that was dragged down every step from the thirteenth floor and condemned to a permanent stay all by it’s lonesome near the entrance of HQ. Larxene had made sure of it that this chair would remain hers, and only hers, by ‘girling’ it up with a few stickers, a lable and perhaps a ‘reserve’ fold here and there. Regardless of what she chose to block it with, it always wore a distinct and pretty set of wording on it when her rump wasn’t occupying it’s space –Larxene’s Seat – Do not sit on. She figured with the sloppy men now invading her library, she may as well go ahead and relax in the open where nobody went.

Often she would drag a book down with her, or a yoyo, or something to occupy her time as she’d waste away in this godforsaken madhouse of men. They were always playing around instead of working to find a way to become whole again – it’s all she wanted, really. Who gives a fuck about friends when you don’t have the heart to actually give a fuck.

Seriously.

Who does?

Her arm whirred and from her hands flew the book. She’d thrown it, and it landed hard against the floor – an act of contempt if you will. Merely thinking of everybody made her angry, and ever since she’d succumb to this ‘undeath’, “PMSing” wasn’t much of an excuse anymore.

Oh woe.

[Axel]

He leaned down, lithe fingers picking up the unfortunate book, thumbing through the pages uninterestedly. "Taking your frustrations out on an object as heartless as you?" Axel drawled, stepping forward and waving the papered object. He shook his head with a sigh, smiling slightly as he began pacing before her.

"Larxene, Larxene, Larxene..." the pyro tutted lightly. "Is there really nothing to do in this place?" The question was called out, not just for her, but for someone, anyone to answer. gripped the book in his hands, following an unseen path back and forth in front of the woman.

That peaked his curiosity slightly. Why was there only one woman in the Organization? Did he really care? Not really, it was just some random thought that had decided to float through his mind. Gone almost as soon as it had come.

Axel paused in his steps, turning to look at the blonde with a smirk. "Aren't there some children you should be scaring or innocent animals to be hurting?"

[liutai]

It would appear that Larxene was too 'blonde' to realize why she shouldn't take out her aggresions on inanimate objects. Enter Xigbar... From the roof.

The Freeshooter wound up appearing from a vortex just above his two companions, peeking into the main hall almost casually. After a brief glance downward to witness Axel questioning the Savage Nymph, our one-eyed Nobody would drop and perform an aerial backflip, landing on the floor of Castle Oblivion. Brushing a bit of dust from his coat, Xigbar looked at Larxene with a blank expression on his face.

"Y'know, you keep taking crap from the library and Marluxia'll yell at me. Prolly thinks I yoinked that book... Besides that, you need to chill."

[Larxene]

Larx’s eyes kept cold at the oncoming pyrokinetic ]bastard seemed to waltz in at the precise moment. Her arms crossed as she watched his lips move, his words spattering as he walked to and fro, the book in hand. Why she’d listen to him was beyond even her own knowledge, she concluded long ago that it was near to impossible to ignore Axel and his clowning demeanor. All she’d do was respond – yes, respond to his snide commentary, and focus on aiming on targets he surely missed.

”How provocative, Axey. Would you rather I take my frustrations out on you?”

Though she spoke, no emotion was revealed along her face as it usually would. Now, she was stoic, displaying this as her eyes never left the pyro as he’d cease movement, showing absolutely no interest in the boy, yet attempting maintaining an inner balance so as to not lash out right now for his pitiful words. God knows how hard that was for the Savage Nymph.

”Besides, kicking puppies isn’t nearly as fun as kicking boys.”

Ah, there she was. Her head tilted on her hand, propping herself up as she’d smirk teasingly to the clown before her.

”I always did like playing tag at recess.”

Though before she could assault in any manner (or perhaps even THINK of assaulting), the most annoying of annoyances came to grace her majesty with but a few words – as annoying as his voice.

”Why do you have to ruin my moments all the time ‘whats-your-face,’ can’t you see we’re having a private meeting? Hah, not that you care anyway, ‘whats-your-face…’”

[Axel]

Axel gave a pout. "Aww, Larxene, you wound me." Not really, but he would keep up the game. It was something he enjoyed, one of the few pleasures he had in this laugh. She sat before him, like an unamused queen upon her throne, waiting for her jester to step enough to pull the lever that would plummet him to his doom. Crossing his arms, he glanced at her cooly. "Though, you are quite good at kicking people, especially when they're down."

Axel would have said more if the one-on-one time with Larxene hadn't been interrupted. "If she chills anymore, Xiggy, I bet you'd be iced." He winced mentally at the name. Why was Xemnas the only one to have a name you could truly get a kick out of butchering? Because no one else could have their name's letters rearranged into "mansex" that's why. "What do you want anyway?" Had it been Saix, he would have made some snide comment about kissing the superiors ass, but Xigbar wasn't like that. No, he was almost a comrade of sorts in the torturing of others, especially in Xemnas.

But the clownish pyro was still formulated some large scale plan to turn the sharp shooter into his bitch. Why? For the pure fucking hell of it.

[Larxene]

Larxene’s eyes rolled, as she’d notice Axel’s attention divert away from herself. She reacted by placing her left hand upon the right side of her chest – an unusual spot for a heart to be located. Hallow as this area was, she would play it up, her lip in a pout as she’d tremor while speaking these words: ”My heart, my heart! You’re breaking my heart, Axel! Oh!” And with it she pretended to collapse, her body slinking to the floor as a vacancy would open to the chair. ”Axel! I need civility, Axel!”

Oh, how annoying this shrill cry of sarcasm would sound if you’d have been there. Her attempt to emulate the whiney portrayal of a teenage drama queen was both pathetic in demeanor and excellent in performance. Surely this would give her ego praise.

”Axel!”

And then she would lie there, sprawled like the child she’d become. She knew she got to him sometimes – she’d hoped this would be one of those rare occasions. Silence then pursued.

[liutai]

The Freeshooter rolled his shoulders as Larxene mentioned the word 'private'. He highly doubted that the Savage Nymph knew anything about privacy...

"As if you're capable of having moments. Gotta remember, Larxy-babe, we're Nobodies. Can't feel jack shit. Then again, we're better Nobodies than those stupid Dusks; we remember what having hearts was like or summin'... Still, don't mean you can have moments."

Axel's attention soon came to Xigbar after he'd replied to the female. Apparently, he'd stolen the show like Demyx yoinked that stone in Olympus Colisseum... That didn't go too well, though.

"Eh, 'Mansex' decided to make me play Messengerboy again. Told me to let people in Castle Oblivion know that we gotta keep an eye out for 'those pure of heart'. That, and I kinda got bored scaring Vexen and making his shit blow up. Only good the first four times, y'kn--."

Larxene's voice rang out like the bell in Traverse Town, although the volume was considerably louder, if not more irritating. Number II would glance at XII, observing her fall out from her chair like a traumatized teenager and hitting the floor. He actually dared to chuckle and not stifle it, then poking at Larxene with his boot.

"And you always whine at Xemmy about why there's no OTHER wimmen in the Organization. Look at you..."

[Axel]

Axel could only roll his eyes at Larxene's drama. He would give her an A on execution, but a C on overall performance. He thought it would be best to leave the teen angst to those stupid 'pure hearted' ones. What a laugh that was. It wasn't hard for them to fall into darkness, only a matter of time.

With a shake of his spiked, red-haired head, Axel stepped over the blonde's body and plopped his ass into the vacated chair, not caring in the least that that move alone would cost him dearly. Resting his cheek against his hand, he glanced down at the nymph resisting a laugh.

"So, Mansex says eh? Y'know, that guy really needs another hobby." Ah, the Bossman. Yes, he definitely needed another hobby. Maybe someone should introduce him to the joys of the world. Just because they were heartless Nobodies didn't mean they couldn't have fun. Something he liked to prove on a daily basis... except around Xaldin, because that was just plain suicide there.

"I think one woman is enough, don't you Larx?" He doubted much good would come from any more female members, only the impending doom of all the males. Not a good thing. "Besides, that would take away her 'specialness'." Yay for the butchering of languages.

[Larxene]

”Well, obviously somebody is still ‘pure’ in one way or another”

A slight smirk crawled across her face almost immediately after Axel made his commentary. They’d know what she implied in those few words, and she chuckled mentally at the thought of their response. Larxene grimaced, though, as she’d take notice of Axel finding his way to the vacancy only inches from her sprawled form – that was her chair…bitch.

Because of this, Larxene had suddenly found enough strength to lift herself from the floor, poising upright and crackling her knuckles as a glare sent way to Axel. No way in hell would she allow the court jester to sit upon her majesty’s throne, nonono, not after she’d hauled the damn thing all the way from upstairs.

”If you’re going to freeload then I suggest you castrate yourself now before I do… Unless the heartless did this for you already, Axey-poo…”

And again, the annoying giggle of a schoolgirl found it’s way up and through her chords, and a wink to her sparkling eye. It was a common question: “When would this act end and the actress retract from character?” And it was a common answer to just shrug your shoulders, sigh, and play along. She knew how to tempt her victims well, she did.

”Up.” she gestured, her hands elevating in a demanding, cold demeanor.

[liutai]

"Savage Nymph indeed..."

Xigbar couldn't help but sigh as Larxene remained fairly serious, demanding that Axel would leave her chair. Why couldn't the girl just lighten up? Oh, that's right. She was a Heartless in disguise... Or so the theory goes.

Number II decided not to interfere this time, and waited for results to come about. He shifted to look down the long hall, toward the entryway to the next floor. As he moved, something pink dropped from his cloak and onto the floor, partially on his boot. It was shaped something like a T with less of a line going down. A Heartless symbol was on the small patch of fabric in the middle.

Frilly unmentionables...

The Freeshooter had, apparently, been on a panty raid. And he didn't realize that his prize had departed from the black cloak of his.

[Axel]

Axel glanced up at Larxene's now intimidating figure. Not that he would ever give her the pleasure of that knowledge. No, instead he would try to make another joke out of it while trying to worm his way out of Larxene's line of sight.

If only the chair wasn't so fucking comfortable.

"Awww, aren't you gonna gift me a lapdance, Larx?" He gave a slight pout, "It's always more fun to share."

He hung his head slightly, giving her the puppy-eyed look that was supposed to work. If only they had hearts maybe it would stand a chance. Instead, he just knew that the threat of castration was more than real. And not something he really wanted to go through. He had his pride thank you very much.

With a fake pathetic sniffle, he rose as slowly as he could. And in the process spied something deliciously wicked. "Hey! Xiggy!" he called out, stooping down to pick up the frilly item. Stretching it out between his hands, he smirked evilly. "Weren't you warned about this?"

[Larxene]

Her mentality seemed to bend like hot iron, cooling lightly but still dangerous to touch. Larxene had little patience for the pyrokinetic bastard, and had he not have been such an important asset to the clan, she would’ve done away with him a long while ago.

To display her growling irritability, she’d summon forth the eight pointed metals she carried around so casually from time to time. With only these she’d threaten him.

”I’ll fucking cut it off, Axel, don’t underestimate me!!!” she exclaimed, the bridge of her nose and cheeks now flushing in flamboyant shades and tones of red. Though it wasn’t Axel’s rude remarks that’d cause such a reaction to occur, but rather the frilly somethings he’d soon walk over to lift from Xigbar’s prior standing point. It was obvious now that her anger had never truly been expressed so extremely, as she’d stomp on over to the freeshooter, kunais in hand.

”WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LINGERIE?!”

Her sheer dislike for the men only increased the moment Axel’s gloved hands would outstretch and ‘play’ with the garment as he examined it. Oh-ho was she pissed – the sparks flew right outta her.

”Well…!!?!”

[liutai]

Xigbar heard one of his 'pet names' uttered by Axel. He glanced over his shoulder with a bored look, only to be met with a pair of stretching panties. The very same ones he'd yoinked before.

"Oh... Shit."

The Freeshooter managed to restrain visible freaking-outs for now, but then Larxene blew her stack. With all her kunai in hand, it appeared that Number XII was clearly ready to remove Xigbar's "Nobody symbol". Some kind of excuse had to be made.

'Ding'

The Freeshooter had an idea. Oh, he had one alright...

"Wait-wait-wait-wait. How don'tcha know that Luxord planted those? He controls time, don't he? I mean, it wouldn't surprise me if the cheating bastard froze time, raid your lingerie drawer, came to me, threw a panty in my coat, and then let crap continue."

[Axel]

Axel's smirk widened. "Had it been Demyx's boxers, I would've believed that. But Larxene's panties? Come on now." He made a shaming motion with his hands, directed at Xigbar. Never mind that he still had the pink material clutched in his hand.

He moved slowly back, not wanting to alarm Larxene to his movements as he sat back down, content to watch the showdown. Now THIS was entertainment. If only he had some popcorn... or ice cream... maybe even some doughnuts. Damnit! He couldn't even raid the kitchen thanks to Xaldin's strange PMS like symptoms. That guy seriously needed to chill out on the territory bid.

Larxene was pissed, he knew as much, but the longer the attention stayed on Xiggy, the better for him. Oh the poor idiot and his delusions.

[Larxene]

Succumbing to an assuring realization ceased Larx’s fury, and in doing so, allowed the thunder bug’s weapons to fade back from whence they came. Along with this came a relieving sigh, deep, but not dreary, yet hinting at her ‘submission’ to the delicate situation at hand… They were both to blame for the mishap and a lie from the both of them would never equal to a good enough explanation – not good enough for her, anyway. So, she crossed her arms, irritated but at a calm as her eyes would dart to Axel; a feminine gleam now struck in them.

”Axey-babe…” she started, her lip pouted as she’d crouch, elbows resting on her knees in front of the reclining pyro, ”I kind of need those back, hun.”

Her demeanor was teasing, mocking, and playful at the same time. Yet you could see the contempt in her eyes as she’d grinned ever so fakely, her hands elevating to boys thigh though only to pick up a strand of Xigbar’s hair. ’Ugh’ she thought, mentally scrunching herself in a ball.

”C’mon, Axey… They are mine.”