Larxene rolled her eyes and completely disregarded whatever it was the Chilly Academic was babling on about. "So what do you plan to do with her?" she demanded when the drone of his voice finally irritated her enough. "This... girl. Do we have any use for her?"
3803- *pats Roxellen on the head* Good for you! I guess you'll lock yourself in your basement now?
"Pants away!" -Han Solo, Star Wars
^ Duh < Doesn't own a PS2 V Is horrifed and feels sorry for ^
You should stab them in the jaw when you find them... Or my personal favorite form of torture; flay the skin from their bones with a rusty spoon.
OOC: I ISH BAAACK!! "I do not think it's completely natural," Larxene corrected the Chilly Academic. "I just fail to understand why we're wasting our time. A half a heart is completely useless unless we can extract that half-heart from her and add it to Kingdom Hearts. Does she have any powers? Does she have any ties to the Keybearers?" She sniffed derisively. "I think you're wasting your time, Vexen."
"And Saint Attilla raised the pants up on high saying: "Oh Lord, bless this thy pants, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits... in thy mercy."" -Monty Python and the Holy Grail
"What a waste of time!" Larxene sniffed in reponse to Vexen's statement. "If she has only half a heart, she's completely useless to us except as an interesting test subject." OOC: I hate to leave just as I'm assimilating myself, but I'm afraid it'll soon be my turn to leave.
"There's more?" Larxene covered her mouth to mask an acid grin. "Oh no, tell us what it is, Vexen; we're absolutely breathless from anticipation!" Something caught her eye from her peripheral vision; the girl, standing there and staring. "What do you want?" she demanded caustically.
"The Organization used to be the rope that bound us together. Now, it's full of pants." -Zexion, Chain of Memories
"What is it?" Larxene peered over Vexen's shoulder. "I don't speak science-geek; tell me what it means."
OOC: Okay, I think I can handle that... thank you. Larxene sat back in her chair and cracked her knuckles contemptuously. "Does it really matter what she is?" she sniffed derisively. "Do we have any use for the girl; that's the important thing."
OOC: Yes. I honestly don't think I can read through 100+ posts.
I agree.... I have a weakness for characters who are: bishonen males, have a certain flair when they fight, have multiple personalities, and are constantly serving their own agendas... Kurama falls neatly into all categories. :D Hiei's just cool; Kurama's classy.
OOC: I was invited to join as Larxene... can someone help me out a little here, please?
:D Don't worry about it; I get hugged all the time, and give hugs almost constantly... *hugs back* YAY HUGS! My favorite character would definately have to be Murtagh... what can I say; I'm addicted to powerful, tragic characters who turn evil because they don't have a choice... to quote Star Wars, he's only evil "from a certain point of view."
I've only ever played FF7; seeing as how I have no gaming console other than my computer, I consider that quite an accomplishment. The only thing I have to say against the series is the turn-based play; other than that, I love it so far.
"I agree," Demyx decided, popping out a portal of darkness. He seemed to have gotten over his fear of mice and arrived just in time for the conclusion of the battle. "Perfect timing, as usual," he complimented himself. "But what are we going to do with an overgrown mouse?"
I got a chocolate bunny...
Jade's mouth was open in an 'o' as he pondered Trig's question. "I don't think the higher-ups thought of that," he stated with a groan. "I'm not sure what's more conspicuous; us in full armor, or us not in full armor. And we're on a planet of Bothans... they notice everything. I don't think we can afford to be seen together." He leaned against the wall and put a hand to his head, feeling an impending headache. "This mission is becoming complex already, and we haven't even left the docking bay. Speaking of which..." Jade bumped Kyram out of the way with his hip and dropped into the pilot's seat, keying the comm unit. "This is freighter..." he paused for a second, trying to remember the name of this garbage scow of a ship, "Rhade's Folly, requesting clearance to launch." "Copy that," Flight Control replied, and the bay doors opened ponderously, revealing the dark emptiness of space. The only thing that could be seen was a brilliant ball of blue and green, wreathed in clouds, looking to be only the size of Jade's thumbnail. "Oya," he muttered to himself, activating the ship's repulsorlifts.
