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    Larxene had already anticipated the unexpected to emerge from Marluxia's lips. With the very mention of war, and then the Superior arranging a meeting, the previous girl's enigmatic arrival all hinted towards urgency, and with Organization XIII, someone -- someone outside of the keybladers and their companions -- causing need for concern was unusual. Now, hearing how there appeared to be another group just like theirs, with an identical goal, it was more than astonishing. It was thrilling, for, with everything clarified, it was clear that the World That Never Was could finally have some action. It definitely needed a bit of excitement to spruce up its monochromatic atmosphere. However, she couldn't help noticing several, conflicting factors.

    If the other group longed for hearts as well, wouldn't that mean they were Nobodies as well? Moreover, if that was the case, then why would they so keen on working against them? They could always collaborate, as it would quicken the achievement of Kingdom Hearts. Did they believe it wouldn't be enough? Or were they that adamant against listening to orders issued by Xemnas? Then again, perhaps they weren't without hearts. The entire matter was confusing, and the intruder didn't give nearly enough information. Besides, it wasn't that important. After all, it meant they could prepare for some incoming war, and when it finally arrived, she could have some fun at last. Due to this reason, she had absolutely no objections and wouldn't voice her opinion on it just yet.

    As the Superior finished assigning orders -- with none of them particularly aimed towards her, the Savage Nymph was glad to note -- she found that the previous build-up of suspense, the slowly thickening tension that had accompanied the Graceful Assassin's words, just collapsed. That was it? She had honestly expected more. An intruder came, and now, they had to wait? She had enough of remaining idle. However, Xemnas still had an ironclad grip on the Organization, so what else could she do? Aside from reporting any traces or glimpses of the other Organization, if she caught sight of them. Such a bore.

    Unable to express her disappointment vocally, she let dissatisfaction visibly show on her visage, as she uncrossed her legs. Xemnas had adjourned the meeting, but was that really all? She lingered for a few moments, waiting to see if everyone else would leave before she departed as well. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a glance towards the Graceful Assassin, silently wondering about his thoughts on the whole matter. Would that change anything about their plans?
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 23, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    Zexion probably had the easiest time finding the members. He could follow their scent, track them down, and relay the message all in record time. Now, Larxene had to wonder why exactly the Superior demanded that she carried out the same task. The Organization members didn't exactly enjoy lollygagging in the same place, and, even if her speed allowed a quicker finish, she much rather preferred to head straight to Where Nothing Gathers. Actually, the location wasn't relevant. She cared only to hear the words that girl whispered to Marluxia.

    We're at war.

    That was the only hint the Graceful Assassin would allow. Now, as she headed through the World That Never Was in search of the other members, she couldn't keep her mind off the future prospect for more excitement. Wars always entailed battles, which meant the potential for a great deal of agony for their opposition. A smirk curved her lips at the thought, as a hint of excitement lit her eyes. However, her 'enthusiasm' lasted for only a moment, before she replaced the expression with one of almost exaggerated impatience.

    Gathering the members took far too long, and it was ever tedious. That simply couldn't be reiterated enough.

    Yet, as wearisome as it supposedly was, conveying the message to the remaining members finished quick enough, and she soon found herself seated in Where Nothing Gathers. Giving a slight, exasperated sigh under her breath, as if to express her displeasure of the task she had been assigned, she idly crossed her legs. Now, she would await what would hopefully be the highlight of the day -- Marluxia's elaboration on the opponents they would face in the war.


    (OOC: I'm not sure who's actually left for Larxene to tell about the meeting, but I'll assume that 'conveying the message to the remaining members' included the Organization members not yet being played, if that's alright. ^_^; )
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 19, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    We're at war. Larxene's eyes widened for only a split-second before she regained her typical expression.

    Out of all of the prospects she expected, this was the least anticipated. A war? Who would dare to start a war with the Organization? From the keybladers perhaps, but from someone like that anonymous loser? At least activity was finally starting to pick up in the World That Never Was. Just not in the way thought possible, but she never put much thought into it in the first place.

    Hearing Xemnas speak so coldly to the Graceful Assassin, she found herself idly wondering just how long it would be until their roles reversed. How ironic would it be? For the Superior to realize he hadn't the power anymore to speak a single, commanding word towards either of them. It was quite the thrill to consider such a scene, but for now, she needed to focus on the present. They had unusual circumstances to handle, and Xemnas had just shifted his attention towards her, ordering her to assist Zexion in gathering the members to Where Nothing Gathers.

    "Mm-hm." This curt acquiescence lacked a tone, making it easy to regard it as flat or simply stoic, bearing not a trace of feigned emotions. An exasperated frown briefly crossed Larxene's face as she shifted away, her footsteps clicking lightly once more as she headed for the entrance of the room.

    Gathering the other Organization members probably wouldn't take long, but it was a complete pain, if not dreadfully boring. She simply wanted to cut down to the chase, but as long as the follow-up possessed enough amusement ultimately, she'd proceed with her tedious task as quick and efficiently as possible.
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 16, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    Although Larxene hated to idle around and watch like some helpless spectator, she respected Marluxia enough to listen. Exhaling softly under her breath and crossing her arms, she kept watch with a visibly impatient expression. A single blonde eyebrow raised as she watched their enemy suddenly appear right besides the Graceful Assassin, but she remained still. She knew he could handle a single opponent, even if she warped about to shift closer to him. Although, she couldn't quite discern the reason for such an action. Was she hoping to toss him off-guard?

    Then, as quick as the rhythmic flutter of a hummingbird's wings, the girl had uttered her last remark before vanishing, leaving them only a spiteful smirk for them to retain in their memories.

    Not that Larxene really cared to remember her.

    "So what'd she whisper to you?" she inquired, as she indolently made her way across the room towards Marluxia. "Something generic like, 'this isn't over'?" Her voice gained a deeper, mocking edge as she quoted the words that his opponent may have said.
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 16, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    Boredom.

    It wasn't a feeling a Nobody could possibly perceive. Yet, it was in spite of acknowledging this Larxene had always claimed that she was bored. There simply wasn't any task to carry out nor any enemy to fight. What took so long for Xemnas to initiate a plan of sorts? What took so long for an opponent to launch an attack? Perhaps the latter was an unusual, if not foolish longing, but she honestly wanted some hustle of activity ringing through the hallways. For now, all she could hear was her footsteps, clicking softly as she aimlessly made her way through the World That Never Was. Its establishment and markings all familiar to her already, nearly to the point she could label it mundane.

    Yet, it was as these thoughts raced through her mind that she caught the distant murmur of voices. As swift as if she were gliding, she shifted lightly to head in the direction of it. Conversing was the only activity left to accomplish, it seemed. Of course, that opinion soon changed, as two figures eventually came into view. Marluxia, she had recognized immediately, seeing his weapon drawn out and his usual graceful stance of battle. As for the other? Perhaps her passing wish came true after all.

    "What's this?" the Savage Nymph remarked, her voice raising just an octave higher with a hint of interest. "Oh, you should've told me that you were entertaining a guest." A shadow of a smile curved her lips as her eyes flickered over to his opponent. "You ought to know better than anyone, on how positively captivating my performance can be."

    Out of the corner of her eye, she could catch sight of Xemnas, situated on the balcony above, but she paid him no heed for now. It's not like he was putting a stop to playing with the toy that just so happened to wander into their territory.
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 16, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    I'd like to play as Larxene, if that's alright~?

    And TRANSFORMERS. SUDDENLY BANANAS.
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Jun 16, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    OOC: *hugs TwilightNight* ^^

    Oh yeah, by the way, I forgot...where was Xangel again...?

    As Zexion began to pull back on his shirt, he remarked, "Larxene...if she doesn't know, then she won't be prepared for the consequences that will more than likely begin to follow. But if she does know, that will change everything. She'll be searching for Axel...and if he's planning something, there's a chance she'll join his endeavor." He began to dress himself in his cloak. "So I believe she should know...half of this. The part about how Max is a danger, as a subtle admonishment as to if she decides to consider participating in Axel's scheme." Now fully dressed, he hesitated for a moment, before crossing his arms.
    "Of course...she has to know something about Axel...if he appears before her, proving that he is indeed alive and well, she will be by his side again. And since we don't know whose side he is on anymore, we can't take that chance. Larxene has never been the most loyal to the Organization - she's shown signs of defiance, rebeliion, so it wouldn't be as too improbable for her to want to fight against us." He frowned.
    "But...then there's the little matter of Axel - or perhaps even Max - watching us, or Larxene. Axel...he knew what I had done, without being inside our headquarters. His 'scent' was nowhere traceable, and at the same time, Roxas had also vanished. I am begininng to suspect number thirteen is in contact with our number eight...and the fact that Axel had appeared within our headquarters shortly after Roxas knows what is occuring, yet, he wishes not to tell us. It is a possibility that he has allianced himself with Axel, and they are both against us. In that case, we must keep a look out for both of them." He sighed, wearily runinng a hand through his hair.
    "Regardless...we ought to tell Larxene to be wary, and...we must fabricate a believable story about Axel for her to believe, so she will not trust him if she comes to meet him."
    Glancing up at Vexen, he waited to hear what he thought of this idea. He could tell Larxene's 'scent' was in the kitchen, heading towards Roxas who stood out in the hallway. As for Xangel's 'scent'...


    Stepping out into the hallway, Larxene could see Roxas standing there, a stoic expression on his face. "Hey, Roxas," she greeted, casting a glance at the moogle to see if it had followed before gazing back at the boy. "Didn't I hear you...talking to someone, just a moment ago?"
    She had remembered it sounded very faintly like Axel's, but of course, her mind was more than likely playing on her wistful longing. Everyone had established quite well that the Flurry of Dancing Flames was indeed, gone, and there wasn't anything she could do about it, no matter how much she wished for it. But of course...Axel had come to Reixa, in a dream she had claimed. Larxene wasn't certain if she could believe her or not, but the words had seemed so very much like something Axel would have said. Unless Reixa had been spying on them, she could not see how she would be able to know that the Flurry of Dancing Flames had always told her that she was the Proof of his Existence. Perhaps she could have guessed...but if she hadn't...then what if there was a chance, a possibility...Axel was somehow alive, but not alive at the same time? Or maybe he could only appear in dreams, or maybe only to Reixa. Those sounded pretty ridiculous, but the possible fact that he had came to the girl must've meant he found some way.
    But...Vexen and Zexion had also been discussing about the whole situation with Axel. While Vexen had been ambiguous with his words, the Cloaked Schemer had told her straight out that there was no way for Axel to return. Then again, since when had the two ever been trustworthy enough? Not to mention, maybe Axel couldn't return...but maybe there was a way he was still alive somewhere.
    If only she could find out the truth for certain...
    Post by: Nymph of Destiny, Mar 28, 2008 in forum: Retirement Home