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Post by Axel on Apr 28, 2007 0:53:03 GMT -5
The back on Axel's neck bristled more, something he wasn't aware was even possible. He had to resist the urge to look around, to find another diversion for Larxene's attention, but forced himself to keep eye contact with her.
She looked kinda sweet that way, almost curled up as she kneeled before him. But it was just another act, the honey coating the wicked sharpness of her tongue. Only an idiotic would get sucked into it. He may be a fool, but he wasn't an idiot.
He cocked his head to the side as her hands brushed against his thighs, causing quite a reaction for such a simple movement. "They may be yours, Larxey, but what are they worth to you?"
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Post by liutai on Apr 28, 2007 0:58:01 GMT -5
Xigbar was actually pleased. Axel had ended up unintentionally taking Larxene's full attention away from himself. The Nobody could now see a way of escaping her anger... For now, of course.
Silently, he appeared to sink through the floor, but reappeared through the ceiling once more. The Freeshooter would observe quietly from his perch, hoping the Savage Nymph continued 'persuading' Axel to return her panties. A thought had actually entered his head as he watched.
Those frilly unmentionables were the only pair Xigbar had found, without trace of another ever being in Larxene's quarters.
... Was Number XII going around 'au natural'?
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Post by xemnas on Apr 28, 2007 1:06:57 GMT -5
"As I would have guessed. You listened not to me."
The obsidian vortex sprouted from the polished surface of the floor, signifying the entrance of a member of the Organization XIII. It was the leader, Xemnas himself. His intimidating visage was hooded, but his voice was all too recognizable, as well as his towering figure. The Nobody took a wide step forward, and then another, till he stood before his inferiors.
"I will not warn you again, number two, eight and twelve. Be cautious of the one who wields the Keyblade. His skills with the weapon are not to be underestimated, for he was able to slay my Heartless, the other side of me," uttered the snowy-haired man venomously, with danger saturated in his voice. His words alone were threatening enough. "I would care less if he slays you, but this castle is vital for us, and I would not want it to be ruined by the likes of you."
Xemnas's eyes could barely be seen under the hood, and the pair of twilight irises shifted its gaze to Xigbar. He glared at his inferior, a silent warning. He knew. "...Be on your guard..."
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Post by Larxene on Apr 28, 2007 1:22:38 GMT -5
Her gaze fixated upon him directly, so that she and the pyro were nearly eye-to-eye. Of course the demeaning purpose of it all played an important part in the stare-down show-down she’d hope to reenact, as it gave her a look of farce. It pleased her even more when he trembled the slightest bit, knowing all too well he couldn’t resist the young gal’s provocation persuasion. It made her seem all the more satisfied.
However, in this state the boy would dare question her motives and she simply played along, withdrawing the familiar yellow knife and scratching bits on her face with it. A habitual tradition this seemed to be, as she often found poking at herself with her kunais anyhow. No matter, though, she teased and threatended as she usually would, and her delightfully calmed manner at that, ”My garments are worth an arm… a leg…” though she stopped there, her eyes rolling and her handheld dagger pointing at one place in particular… oh yes. ”Vital appendages are what I expect if you really want to keep them. Though I’m sure you’re not that desperate.”
It was only when The Superior had interrupted them, had she stood up from her spot. Xemnas was a rare one to find around these parts of the castle (especially the entrance) and she seemed unaware – confused at what exactly he was doing here. Though she seemed nonchalant as her legs would carry her on over like a dog resisting it’s way into the kennel – she didn’t want to approach but she felt compelled to. It was either kiss-up or die down back in the basement with the rest of the rejects… what.. that pedophile, muscklez and that weird witchcraft kid who used his nose way too often.
”Hello, hello Manse-Xemnas! We were just uhm… negotiating, yes…”
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Post by xemnas on Apr 28, 2007 1:32:11 GMT -5
"Negotiating?" repeated Xemnas, raising an eyebrow. His orange pupils flared, but he lowered his head to conceal them from his minions. He did not utter anything more, perhaps he felt that he was wasting his breath on them, or that something else had drawn his gaze. Nevertheless, he stepped away from them to the door, never bothering to turn back to look at them.
"I hope your negotiation goes well, then," answered Xemnas, pushing the door open without hurry. He stepped over to the other side. "...I may not be able to be here all the time, but I expect you to be disciplined... I'll see you all... soon."
The door shut behind the figure of the superior, leaving the three behind him.
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Post by Axel on Apr 28, 2007 1:36:32 GMT -5
Axel had never been grateful to see the Superior waltz into any given situation. Even now, considering that the 'negotiations' between him and Larxene could have fallen one way or another. On one hand, he could have lost something quite precious to him. On the other, if he played his cards right, he could have ended up with a lot more.
Either way fun time had been interrupted. Again.
He sighed. Blah, blah, blah, Kingdom Hearts, blah, blah, blah, that Sora kid, blah, blah. That's all Mansex ever talked about. Talk about broken record syndrome. Not that he'd say any of that outloud. No, he'd just looked bored, nod his head at the right intervals and then wait until Xemnas' back was turned. Then the fun always began.
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Post by liutai on Apr 28, 2007 1:51:16 GMT -5
"...Be on your guard..."
The only phrase said to Number II by the Superior. It made Xigbar wonder if Xemnas would personally take care of his own members, should they anger or betray him...
And of course, before that had come the rambling. As if Xemnas could say anything else other than things about Sora and Kingdom Hearts. The same damn thing, like a broken record. Or in his case, a broken CD.
Finally, the Superior departed, and tension seemed to lower significantly. So the Freeshooter figured Larxene wouldn't tear his 'good friends' to bits, and dared to drop from the ceiling once more.
"Man... Mansex needs to get some new lines."
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Post by Larxene on Apr 28, 2007 2:02:07 GMT -5
Larxene felt her brows furrow, an unintentional gesture that came to her naturally as The Superior vanished from their sights to move on elsewhere. ’Good riddance’ was the thought that came to mind, as she turned on her heels to go and ‘reclaim’ her throne. All conflict seemed to dissolve along in the air with him, it seemed, and the girl no longer showed an interest in the pink undergarment that contrasted so beautifully against the scenery and the typical coats they all seemed to enjoy to wear.
When the clear was publicized by her actions (or so one would assume) she’d suddenly take notice of Xigbar’s flailing figure as he hit the floor. In a way, he reminded her of a cat, always here there and everywhere. And like a cat, he always seemed to land on his feet. Oh, if only he wasn’t so moronic like the rest of this bunch – would’ve made a nice pool-partner.
”Mansex needs to get some real Mansex.” she replied.
Larx was reluctant in her decision to smother Axel in her weight, as she’d throw herself on him whilst attempting to ‘reclaim’ her throne. The boy would move, she’d make sure of this as now, she was in good range.
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Post by Axel on Apr 28, 2007 14:50:59 GMT -5
"Mansex needs to get some real Mansex."
Axel grimaced at the statement. "As undoubtedly true as that is, I for one will not be the one to volunteer." No, he would rather face an army of Pure Hearted ones than wind up in Mansex's bed. What Xemnas did in private he was certain would break even the strongest of minds.
.... Maybe that would defeat that brat? No, not even they deserved that.
He could stop the whoosh of air, the loud "Oof!" that escaped him as Larxene decided that his body could do with some extra weight. Once he regained his breath, he glared at her lightly, not really in complaint just in the sudden action. Axel kept his cool though, the glare soon giving way to a lazy smirk. "Am I getting that lapdance now?"
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Post by Larxene on Apr 28, 2007 18:54:58 GMT -5
She would dominate him…
Having heard enough of Axel’s petty questionnaire, the Savage Nymph decided to grasp the situation with an even harsher grip. She was on him now, sure, but the weight of the girl by herself was hardly suppressing against him. To correct the mistake, she’d lean back quite forcefully, releasing the air from her ‘lungs’ to rid herself of any weightless substance that might’ve caused her to be lighter than she was. Larx was hoping to muffle the boy’s words with the taste of none by that same cow skin she wore on her back.
”I’m sorry Axel, you may need to speak up.” she suggested teasingly, now shifting to her hip as an arm grasped the back of the chair in a more relaxed poise. ”I’m not very happy right now.”
It was distinct on her face now – she wasn’t going to hesitate if he were to pull off some joke as his response. As fun as this was, her patience was shrinking as the seconds whizzed by and an angry Larxene wasn’t something to be toying with.
Her gaze switched to Xigbar for a second, eyeing him with the same contempt and giving him as much as a warning as she had with Axel...
She wasn't called the Savage Nymph for nothing.
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Post by liutai on Apr 29, 2007 0:16:32 GMT -5
With Larxene's decision to drop down on Axel and become a living weight, came another of Xigbar's laid-back chuckles. Crossing his arms against his chest, the gunslinger observed the Flurry of Dancing Flames' predicament become worse, watching with joy. That is, till the Savage Nymph's gaze bore down on him with a silent warning.
Xigbar now felt the time to leave was now. Not only was he overdue to return to The World That Never Was, the longer he stayed would quite likely anger Larxene more. After all, it was he who'd dropped the panties. And while in an fight the result would be a tie, Xigbar didn't know of any vulnerable points that Number XII had. On the other hand...
She was well-aware of how fragile his package could be.
"Think I'll let you two freaks play Strip Joint alone. Gotta head back to the stronghold, take care of crap. Be a good boy now, Axel; don't lose your cloak yet, Larxy."
With a wink, The Freeshooter turned around and would step through a dark vortex. This time, he didn't return on the ceiling, or anywhere else in Castle Oblivion.
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Post by Axel on Apr 29, 2007 14:07:03 GMT -5
"I'm sorry Axel, you may need to speak up."
Speak up his ass! The cow was trying to smother him with her own hide! Wasn't that just the cat's meow? Ah, but were would the fun be if the game ended there?
"I'm not very happy right now."
He gave her a sympathetic pout, all meaning for it lost. "Aww, but Larxy... What's a simple guy like me gotta do to bring a smile to your face?" He wrapped his arms around her as he asked, unable to do much while she occupied the space of his lap. He supposed he could stand up and dump her unceremoniously upon the floor, but he'll reserve that for now.
"Think I'll let you two freaks play Strip Joint alone. Gotta head back to the stronghold, take care of crap. Be a good boy now, Axel; don't lose your cloak yet, Larxy."
Xigbar was... well, Xigbar. At times he was an alright companion and others... just a pain in the ass. But now, he was inbetween the two. Well, at least it gave him time to convince Larxene to a more fun spectrum of life. If he managed to keep he pride and joy that is.
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Post by Larxene on Apr 29, 2007 15:49:28 GMT -5
As Xigbar left, Larx could feel the constriction Axel’d cause by slightly pulling her in, spewing meaningless words he knew would get him in trouble. She glared toward him, wriggling a little, but hesitant to actually jerk away, fearing he might try something obscene. Of all things to do, though, he wrapped both anorexically twiggy arms around her and asked how he could make her smile?!…
”You could start by not touching me you repulsive horndog!”
It could’ve been the girliest thing to do, and possibly the most pathetic in this case, but Larxene flicked her wrist in a manner that can only be described as some sort of lowly attempt to bat his hands away. Of course it was nonsensical but you could say instinct almost immediately triggered something in her mind that forced her to swat like an angry six-year-old.
Along with this, though, came a warning flash – something that happened naturally when the Nymph was somewhere along ‘extremely pissed.’ Noticeable static seemed to surround her, as her hair and sleeves elevated some in it’s reaction.
”Get.Off.My.Fucking.Chair.You.Ass.Hole.”
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Post by Axel on Apr 30, 2007 21:22:06 GMT -5
"You could start by not touching me you repulsive horndog!"
Ouch. For a normal man, the bite of the insult would have dug deeper than a whip's lash and stung worse than salt being poured onto an open wound. For a normal man, the childish beating against his arms would have signified the end of the 'date' with no score in sight. For a normal man, getting lucky had just flown out the window.
But, alas, Axel wasn't a normal man.
"Get.Off.My.Fucking.Chair.You.Ass.Hole."
Well! He had been trying to think of a way where he and Larxene, okay mostly he, could have walked away from this in quite the victorious manner. Instead, green eyes hardened, deciding to concede for now. "Alright. They always say give the dog a bone, but it really should be give the bitch what she wants." His arms removed themselves from the nymph's body. Fingers clenched as he was forced to be the loser. He moved swiftly, standing and laughing inwardly as the upward motion of his body pushed the woman out of his lap.
At least he got some satisfaction.
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Post by Larxene on May 1, 2007 7:40:33 GMT -5
A few seconds passed by since either of them had spoken and it caused the girl’s nose to wrinkle, as she’d glare quite boldly into his eyes. She was charged to say the least, but it wasn’t until he actually moved that she created some sort of simultaneous static shock. The jolt hurt her quite a bit, contrary to popular belief, and as soon as he rose to vacate the seat, she’d trip backward and land on her knees in writhing pain.
”Bastard.”
There was, after all, only one person in the room to blame for this. Admitting she had no control over her element in times of fear or shock was completely out of the question – god knows she’d never hear the end of it; not with Axel, anyhow. But alas, she figured he’d know one way or another, as the static rejuvenated itself amongst her body. She grimaced, shakily standing up and staggering over to the chair – flaunting her hair whilst she bypassed the pyro.
”Thank you.” she stated, smiling in that same mocking grin she’d given him before. ”Easy enough, wasn’t it? And look, I’m happy now.” Her hands clasped together in her lap, head tilting as if she was some sort of spoiled child getting what she wanted.
An obnoxious giggle left her quite breathless, however, as she spat the next few words quite teasingly, ”Do you honestly believe you’ll ever get some from moi?”
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