paixaorpg | Hitting On People Does Not Qualify As Actual Work, I'm Afraid [Completed]

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Hitting On People Does Not Qualify As Actual Work, I'm Afraid [Completed]

Character(s): Luxord, random NPC, Xigbar, Saix, Xaldin, Larxene, Zexion, Marluxia, The Superior
Content: Number Ten enters the town, and Saix decides that he and Xigbar should fill in some information to the other Nobody. Xaldin and Larxene (who dragged Zexion along with her), on the other hand, are not so happy with this "freezing time" deal. While Marluxia jumps in to see what all the fuss is, The Superior intrudes as to inform the group of a gathering.
Setting: Joutenheim gate
Time: Sunday, noon
Warnings: Swearing and Luxord being a whore.

Despite "time" being his element, waiting was just not his thing. In fact, considering how far behind he was in his work, he would prefer not to wait for anything, especially not in a line when everyone was in the general vicinity of his way. So, after taking the logical route and teleporting to the front of the row (pushing someone out of his way for good measure), he got there with all intents of getting his work done and not being punished for being late.

"So, Rosemary- may I call you Rosemary?" Luxord smiled, leaning forward to rest his chin onto his palms, elbows on the edge of the information booth in front of him. Rosemary wasn't even close to the woman's real name, considering the nametag on her chest that clearly stated "Daniella", but he was sure that didn't matter much. "Are you doing anything special later? I think I mentioned it before, but you have the sweetest blonde hair…" A gloved hand reached up and stroked one of the girl's blonde curls, the giggle coming from the woman seeming to annoy the people in the quickly growing line.

A cute girl distracting him was much better than waiting in his book. He didn't give a rat's ass that people wanted through the gate - they should have more patience. Hell, they should be thankful that he had been blocking the way for the past fifteen minutes. Ungrateful little bastards.

The girl shrunk back after her giggling stopped, face still blushing red. "Aha, I'm sorry, sir. B-but I really need your name…" It was amusing how she fumbled with her papers and the little electronic journals, trying to regain her dignity. Whether or not she any dignity in the first place was not going to be debated in his mind.

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However, the one-sided awkward moment was about to be fashionably interrupted as a gloved hand suddenly reached over Number Ten's shoulder just as the blonde haired girl finally retrieved an electronic journal from the pile; snatching the object with natural fluidity.

And only moments after did another hand reach forward to firmly grasp the Nobody's shoulder, fingertips squeezing but the slightest and yet the mere sense of pressure was enough to subtly hint the infamous demeanor of a cold calculating mind.

To put it simply; once Luxord turned around he would be met with expressionless amber eyes.

The smile he had earlier was completely wiped off the second that black glove came into view, eyes giving off a shadow of dread when the other hand grabbed his shoulder and confirmed his suspicion.

'Oh, shit…it's Number Seven…'

His mind scrambled for some sort of excuse as to his tardiness and failure to report in first thing, but Luxord knew damn well that there wasn't one the other Nobody wanted to hear. He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing how very screwed he was in this situation, but was not about to make it worse by running away (like he so wanted to). Casting one more glance to the now confused looking blonde, Luxord snapped his fingers and, obeying the sound of his command, time stood still. And, hoping that Saïx would just say his piece and leave, Luxord stood perfectly still as well.

The fact that his trick never had an affect on the other Organization Members never ceased to annoy him.

Whether or not the latter was beguiling with the citizens of Paixao, the silent man would've appeared regardless. However, to appear bombastic was a sheet of subtle humiliation for the entire Organization. Yet he wasn't here to achieve a harange lecture towards Number Ten for his vacuous acts.

His time was pressed, even as the man coaxed his own element into action.

Journal still in hand, Saïx calmly removed his palm from Luxord's shoulder, setting it aside him without an ounce of noise to accompany it. The other pulled back slowly as to not disturb a single strand of blond hair tenuously, and both hands took the liberty of holding the small book at mid-chest level.

"How long have you been here, Number Ten?"

Saïx expected an answer back.

Despite Number Ten's normal sense of satisfaction when it came to lying to others, Saïx always did give off a certain air of "I will rip your spine out if you so much as look at me the wrong way," which gunned down all of Luxord's optimism about walking away without being punched in the throat.

Luxord turned himself on his heel to look directly at Number Seven, his face refusing to express the oncoming headache he was bound to feel by controlling time this way. He was sure that if he could feel apologetic, he probably would be for acting upon such silly compulsions (if only because Luxord preferred his spine where it was).

"Approximately fifteen point three minutes and seven seconds ago," his voice became more serious than it had been before, face blank. "I would have come sooner, but there seemed to have been a certain glitch in the system. I planned on staying longer to examine it from outside, but it seemed an inside view would be more appropriate."

Light blue strands stroked against the Nobody's face as he nodded quietly at Luxord's approximate 'guesstimate'. With time having been frozen, this esoteric meeting was beginning to prove a bit more beneficial than what was assumed at the beginning.

One more nod in compliance and Saïx spun around, taking an impassive glance at the seemingly endless line behind them.

"Have you been informed of the situation?" Was his next question, voice as stable as it was when he was facing the blond, yet with the same amount of strength so from Luxord's distance it almost appeared to be a whisper.

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Generally, teleportation was the one method of getting around that didn't fuck Xigbar over royally. He still ran into shit when he walked anywhere.

Of course, that was assuming that he teleported to a place where he didn't need to walk. He'd decided to take a look at all of the gates, see who was there.

Lo and behold, it was Luxord and Saïx. Xigbar walked past the frozen, stilled people with a minimum of grace.

...Okay, he ran into them. A lot of them. If Saïx and Luxord hadn't realized that he'd arrived, the stream of annoyed cursewords coming from the one-eyed Nobody would give him away.

"...Well, then." Xigbar shut up as he came in sight of them, half-scowling.

The blond put a hand to his chin, fingers running over his goatee as he thought of the information he had gathered, only to find himself shaking his head. "I was only looking for fluctuations in the system. There seemed to have been a less than normal situation coming from the center district, but it wouldn't tell me any more." He raised an eyebrow, head tilting to the side a little. "Is this the situation you're speaking of?"

However, before anything more could be said, the sound of swearing derailed Number Ten's train of thought and everything else seemed to leave his attention. For the moment, Saïx was forgotten, and Luxord turned to face the other Nobody, the smirk reappearing on his face like some kind of mechanical instinct.

"Ah, Xigbar. If it isn't my favorite, incompetent, blind shooter. Oh, I'm sorry. Half blind. How've you been doing?"

Yet even before either men could recover from their amusement/clumsiness, Saïx's voice pierced through the air. Though it wasn't that the Nobody's voice risen, as steady as it had been since he began to speak, and maybe that's why everyone listened to him the first time.

"I've summoned Number Two to remind you of the previous day's events."

And he expected the job to be accomplished; no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Xigbar glared at Luxord with his one good eye, then nodded at Saix. Even if he really did want to pick a fight with Number Ten, this wasn't the time- especially not with Saïx there.

"Y'mean that thing Axel brought t' the meeting?" Xigbar offered, voice casual despite the situation. He'd get Luxord later.

Like Luxord, Xigbar got the impression that Saïx wasn't someone you crossed.

Luxord's grin grew wider as Number Two glared with his, 'heehee', one eye. Crossing his arms, Number Ten leaned against the booth behind him, ready to spew some more unkind words to his senior. However, once Saïx began speaking again, all thoughts of taunting the half-blind member were dropped in an instant.

"And what did The Incredible Flamer do this time?"

While both men took the time to recompose themselves, Saïx absent-mindedly flipped open the journal in his gloved hands, pressing a few of the buttons to reveal the map on its screen, a small red dot constantly blinking in and out of existence to show their current location.

“Number Two, would you kindly tell Number Ten of Axel’s manners towards the entire Organization which led him to being demoted of his rank?” He spoke this while his amber hues kept themselves lowered on the screen.

“And I mean everything.”

Xaldin stepped out of the dark portal he’d summoned. Ah, yes. Joutenheim Gate. Not his territory, of course, but someone was here that he needed to speak to. Maybe not speak to, so much as skewer painfully.

Just over there were his fellow Organization members, having themselves a nice cozy chat. Xigbar, Saïx, and the man he needed to see. Luxord, the man whose brilliant timing had ruined an impending fight with Kliff.

Xaldin stalked around the little group, trying his utmost to contain his anger. He kept his eyes locked on Luxord. “Well, well, well. Is this all?” He raised his arms to indicate the little gathering. “Is this the great and mighty reason you decided to pause time, Luxord? You should have gone to the damned meeting room if you wanted to converse!” Xaldin seethed. “Do you know what you did? I’ll tell you what you did. You disrupted a very important fight, you insubordinate wretch. Why the Superior bothers to keep your lazy ass around, I’ll never understand. I’d have tossed you out on your ear ages ago!” He glared daggers at Luxord. Number Ten had better have a damned good explanation for this little game.

"Y'mean before the meeting?" Xigbar asked- damnit, if he was going to do something in front of Saïx, he might as well do it right. Even if it was just talk.

Plus, Xigbar didn't really know what Axel was up to, before the meeting.

...And then Xaldin showed up. "...Oh, go bitch at someone else, Xaldin," Xigbar said offhandedly. "You know as well as anyone that tussles don't matter much in the long run, so it's not important at all. Plus, I'd say you're the one interrupting shit, right now."

Number Ten gave Saïx a bit of an odd look. He wasn't sure why the man had to have Xigbar clarify things and not just explain himself, but he was not going to question it. Saïx always had his reasons and, considering how he was frightening to people who couldn't even feel frightened, it was best if Luxord just kept his mouth shut about it. He turned his attention to the sight-impaired other, listening carefully to what was being said (though it wasn't much - he always figured Axel would make an ass of himself and do something stupid).

And then Xaldin shoved his ugly ass into the scene. Why the hell was everyone showing up now? What was it - his birthday? However, when the Rastafarian-looking man began his little rant, Luxord couldn't stop himself from smiling sadistically, an amused (and slightly evil) laugh slipping from his lips. With each word Xaldin said, his smile would grow wider, the laugh louder. Unlike his awkward respect for Saïx and the Superior, Luxord had no opinion of Number Three and therefore had no problem running his mouth at him.

"Aww, Xaldin," Pressing his palms together, the blond made a mock pouting face, the sarcasm switch having been fully flipped. "Did mean ol' me ruining your fun? I'm so sorry. You know, next time you and your friend schedule a fight at the flagpole, tell me so I won't interrupt. Okay?"

“That is enough, gentlemen.” A voice slithered calmly into the disarray of masculine abyss, without the need to focus those desolate amber eyes on the group before him. Sometimes an Authoritarian stance on situations similar to this would’ve proved to be the most beneficial to the entire group. And one must step outside and reveal to their selves that this petty discussion proved to be entirely useless to the greater good.

And the greater good was always top priority.

“If your knowledge is limited to the meeting, Number Two, I have no further qualms about that.”

Saïx’s reasons may have appeared subtle, but in no fashion were they nonexistent.

They were both full of nerve. Xaldin was used to Xigbar talking down to him. It had always been that way, and it would likely never change.

But Luxord, Luxord would not be permitted to keep making those snide comments. His rude answer, devoid of any trace of respect and dripping with sarcasm, hit its target with all the accuracy of a seasoned marksman. Xaldin’s eyes flashed, and he was about to spit out an icy retort when Saïx spoke up.

And when Saïx talked, one had best shut up.

Well, Luxord’s reaming would just have to wait until Number Seven left. And Number Seven spoke as if this matter was irrelevant, a fly to be swatted with a careless hand. Fine. Things continued as they were before, apparently filling in Number Ten on matters as they stood.

Xaldin stopped circling the group. He bit his tongue and settled for glaring at Luxord. His look promised pain in copious amounts. Luxord was an arrogant bastard who took his powers for granted. There had been no reason to stop time, none at all. And that smug grin! Xaldin wanted to hurt Luxord badly, for no other reason than getting rid of it.

And Luxord knew that, and it made no difference at all in his empty head. Well, let him underestimate Xaldin’s wrath. It would only make things sweeter in the long run.

Damn right Xigbar talked down at Xaldin.

With Saïx there, thoguh, Xigbar had something to do. Xigbar scratched at his head a little, then took a deep breath.

"Well, Superior called a meeting," this was something Luxord should've known, but Xigbar didn't care. "Superior said there was a traitor in our ranks and it turned out to be Axel. Axel yelled a bit and then called this thing into the meeting room." Xigbar shuddered a bit. "It attacked Superior, Axel teleported off with Zexion to god-knows-where..." Xigbar scratched at his head again.

The whole damn meeting was so fucking confusing. It made his head hurt to think about it.

Ah, well, now. Since Larxene wasn’t in the mood to deal with Zexion’s response, she took the liberty of grabbing him around the neck before concentrating on her intended destination: the Joutenheim gate. It was because she didn’t give a flying fuck about what Zexion wanted, really.

The familiar black mist engulfed them once again as the pair disappeared off of the staircase of the Actua Are hotel and reappeared at the intended gate.

Well, what do you know? There was Luxord. …and Saix. …and Xigbar. They were all gathered together, talking about who-the-hell-cares-what, and they all looked like they were going to engage in melee at any given moment. Maybe she should initiate it.

“Alright, Luxord,” Larxene bit out quickly, walking away from Zexion and going towards the blonde, one of her daggers sliding out of her knuckle and into the palm of her hand. “What the hell do you think you’re up to, huh? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t drive this thing through your thick skull before I do,” she bit out angrily, pushing the dagger against his chin for emphasis.

“That ungrateful idiot over there and I were about to get some food before you had to go and freeze every damn thing around, thus preventing us from doing so because nobody else was fucking moving!”

…like she cared that there were three other people around her that were witnessing this. She was pissed.

Now that was just plain inconsiderate. What if he didn't want to confront Luxord? It was a fact that he had frozen time, yes, but he often did that sort of thing. Zexion had listened to quite enough yelling and bickering, as well. It was no surprise to find his lips twisted into a soured scowl once they materialized, his own arms flying up to bat Larxene's away from their encircled position around his neck.

Unfortunately, the blonde had stalked away too quickly for him to actually land a decent hit. Not that it would have hurt her in the first place, but that was not the point. The point was, she had no business touching him again. And Zexion was very, very tired of being touched when he did not want to be.

The Nobody quickly composed himself once his personal space was regained, though it did little to dampen the glowering expression on his face. Arms crossing loosely over his chest, he finally lifted his head, nodding towards the side to free his vision of purple-blue hair. Once that was taken care of, he was free to examine the scenario... and what a sight it was. A handful of Organization members, three of whom appeared to have been engaging in some sort of argument.

Ah, make that four now. Count on Larxene to draw weapons far too early.

He sighed inwardly, watching the group with detached interest. Atleast he was among familiar faces. That made him relax, just a little.

Luxord had planed on listening to Saïx and Xigbar, but fate seemed to enjoy biting him in the goddamn ass. Was it really that hard to not bitch at the Organization's Tenth member? He personally didn't think so.

Actually, it didn't surprise him to feel the metal against his jaw. It had been quite a recurring event back at the Castle (he did have a habit of freezing time before falling asleep just because he hated wasting his precious element, usually leaving the others rather put off when he decided to sleep in). Without any thoughts of fear or regret, Luxord only continued to grin, eyes shining with a rather mischievous light.

"Number Twelve. Pleasure to see you, as always," his voice still dripped sarcasm, despite the incredibly angry woman with a dagger to his throat. "I didn't expect to see your pretty face this soon. Is it so wrong for me to want to talk to my friends without citizens overhearing, love?"

If he got stabbed in the jaw for that, he would go to the infirmary grinning. Being an asshole? So worth it.

After his encounter with Axel, the brunet had found a lack of entertainment. Flipping through the journal, he had considered actually returning to the Wild Ginger club, but discovered something much more interesting than a few shots of a flaming drink.

It seems he was missing a rather exclusive party. One for a fairly exclusive club.

Cocking his head at the small dots that winked at him on the map, he weighed his options. The Nobody was starting to appreciate the silence that held itself when he was alone, and he wasn't feeling up to getting rid of that. But then again, he may have been missing something important.

Noting that almost the entire Organization was there, he carelessly moved himself to the edges of the Joutenheim gate, where apparently another fight was on the verge of going off.

He walked along the edge of the group, tucking a brown lock behind an ear.

"I see I'm just in time for the party."

An apathetic presence invaded the scene as he departed the pool of darkness behind him, finding the assembly he needed. Silently, lethargically, and impassively, he walked past the group, surveying, watching, but without looking. Orange globes gazed fixedly ahead, without even acknowledging their presence. His appearance alone was acknowledgement.

He halted at the end of the group, still looking at some nondesript point beyond them, arms hanging dully by his sides. He did not mention nor pay attention to the hostility in the air, as it had disipated so easily.

"There will be an assemblage tomorrow." Lethargic, slow, but deliberate and final. "After the moon has cascaded."

How the air had grown pregnant with hostility was something one should’ve been worried about when trying to form some kind of universal compliance for the whole group. Yet Saïx’s expression remained stoic even as the members slowly crowded among themselves, bickering amongst their daily habits and how they were interrupted by Number Ten’s infamous ‘elemental’ mistakes.

But his attention was elsewhere then, amber hues finally looking up from the journal screen when a familiar presence decided to reveal itself to them.

Without another word the Nobody’s head lowered as a sign of devotion as the stoic man passed them and stopped at the end, informing them of the Organization’s next move.

“Am I correct to assume that this meeting will take place in the same location as the last, My Superior?”

Xigbar eyed Larxene, annoyed with the only female in the Organization. Whiner.

...And then, of course, Marluxia showed up. The one-eyed sharpshooter glared for a moment...

Then?

Oh shit, Superior. He listened to what the blue-haired and white-haired men had to say. If the others didn't behave, and got their asses kicked because of it?

He'd laugh inside. Really.

As if in answer to Xaldin’s thoughts, the fiery Larxene showed up. What she lacked in tact, she made up in force. Though he wouldn’t have wanted Larxene of all people to do the job for him, Xaldin had to admit it was gratifying to see her angrily pressing a dagger against Luxord’s chin. He sincerely hoped they’d fight. Eliminating two neophytes at once would be all the miracle he’d ever hoped for.

Looking around, it seemed more of the Organization decided to show up. Zexion was there. No wonder he’d gotten nothing done if he’d been pinned down with managing someone like Larxene. And then Flower Power himself showed up. That would have been annoying on its own. Too many neophytes in one area!

And then he showed up. The Superior circled around the members, and spoke a single sentence.

Another meeting? Dammit, didn’t he learn from last time? Meetings accomplished close to nothing, besides getting the Organization madder at itself. Axel was still on the run. No progress was made in that area, and they’d all be reamed for failure in progress. Axel’s creature was still out there as well, one thing that should have been destroyed on the very spot for attacking the Superior.

But who was he to complain? Superior gave an order, and Xaldin wasn’t about to defy it. He nodded once in acknowledgement, attention still fixed on the tussle between Luxord and Larxene. He hoped Larxene would draw blood. It would be worth it to watch. And if the Superior didn’t separate them, Xaldin surely wouldn’t either. Let them tear one another to shreds before Number One. Entertainment at last.

How.. exasperating. This was not how members of the Organization should conduct themselves. It didn't matter that time was frozen, therefore eliminating the possibility of someone seeing this little spat... however, that was no excuse. It was ridiculous, the almighty Organization XIII bickering amongst themselves like children. Ridiculous. No wonder things were beginning mato fall apart..

Of course, he believed it was all the fault of the Neophytes. And, speak of the devil, yet another showed up. Marluxia. Not one he favored very much at all, but he was.. tolerable. At times. Namely, when he wasn't being a haughty priss or shedding flower petals all over everything. Now that was infuriating.

His mental evaluation of his fellow members was cut short with the arrival of their Superior. Staying silent as always, he drew his attention away from the Neophytes, instead keeping a close eye on the Superior. Watching him, and such, as anyone with any ounce of respect should know to do. The burning need to scold the Neophytes (Larxene in particular) was once he had to force himself to quell. He would not interrupt the Superior-- as good as his intentions may have been, he did not want to risk being punished.

Besides. The Superior was much more interesting to pay attention to. Evidently, another meeting was in order. Quite short-notice, though he supposed that much was understandable. Hopefully, this one would go smoother than the last... and maybe they would even make some progress this time.

As soon as the words had popped out of Luxord's mouth, Larxene opened her own to yell a reply back to him. Sadly the Superior appeared in front of them, and he didn't look too happy.

...did he ever look happy?

Xaldin sure as hell did. He looked like he was going to break out into a Disney song at any given moment; something was pleasing him. Saix was looking very serious since the Superior was around, and Xigbar looked pretty pissed off. ...Zexion looked like he was going to choke somebody.

And now Marluxia was here. Goody, goody.

Larxene quickly pulled away from Luxord with a quick push of the dagger against his chin as a warning before whispering the words "We'll continue this in a minute." She was itching to show him what-for after that one.

He did not turn around, though he still spoke to the Nobodies behind him. "It will take place where it always does. I expect no incident to befall this meeting."

At this point he did turn, looking at Number Twelve without amusement. "And I expect no incident to befall any members before the meeting." Turning back with his back facing his Organization, he said one thing before stepping into the portal that had appeared, leaving the scene.

"It is good to see you mostly unharmed, Number Six."

Zexion watched the other Nobodies that were collected in the surrounding area, finding the bunched muscles in his shoulders and back unwind enough to allow him to relax more easily, as certain present Organization members schooled themselves into more acceptable behavior. Perhaps they weren't lost causes after all.

Breathing a gentle sigh, Number Six turned himself back towards the Superior, taking note of his words. Meeting; same place as always. No incident before or during. Heh. That was a given. Zexion sincerely hoped none of them would be moronic enough to attempt to pull a stunt such as Axel had just a day or two before..

A brow then arched at the portal the Superior had called up. What a brief appearance... then again, he really hadn't expected anything more. What he didn't expect, however, was the comment directed at him. The 'mostly unharmed' part did not go unnoticed, but all the same, it was appreciated. Before the Superior vanished, he gave a short nod-- even if the other's back was turned to him. He was willing to bet the Superior knew him well enough to predict a silent return such as that. Didn't bother him, either way.

Once their leader vanished, Zexion took a quick glance at the familiar faces scattered about. All they received was a blank stare before he slowly turned on his heel and began to walk away from the group, weaving through time-frozen blondes, intent on finding the nearest hotel or something of the sort.

He needed to sit down, damnit. The uncomfortable feeling in his chest was beginning to annoy him again.

Luxord surprised himself with his own silence, blue eyes coasting to look at the other members with little to no interest. While they held his attention for a minute, nothing was more distracting than a sharp object at your throat, and even that held little significance to him.

The Superior, however, always held his full attention. The constant thought always lingered in the back of his mind that their leader could obliterate someone quicker than it could take Number Ten to come up with the correct time, which, by the way, only took a second.

Okay, a meeting was coming. That was easy enough to deal with. Larxene had also moved her dagger away from him, which made the atmosphere feel less like someone had hit someone else and they were still trying to talk. And, of course, the fact that she was basically scolded for being a psychotic wench made him smile with childish glee.

Maybe it was going to be an okay day after all.

Even though the man's back was what faced them Saïx nodded nonetheless, eyeing intently at the black portal that seemingly swallowed their Superior into Darkness. And if his wave of concentration was suddenly strangled, the Nobody quietly turned towards the other direction and began to walk away; silently slipping the journal that was in his possession into Luxord's as he passed the blond.

"I will inform those who were not present to receive the Superior's message. And I expect all those who are present to remain so for tomorrow's meeting."

At a far enough distance a pool of Darkness grew in front of him, manifesting itself into a gate similar to their Superior's and dove over Saïx's form until he was no longer in sight.

Xigbar nodded, watching the other members of the Organization. He cleared his throat after the Superior left. Well.

If Superior and Saïx were leaving, he was out of here too. So, so outta here. He waved, calling up his own portal. "Don't have too much fun, kids," he said, stepping into the portal.

It took a while for the Superior to take his leave, as well as Saix before things had calmed down. Xigbar then took his leave, and Luxord had decided to remain, as well as Xaldin. She'd pop the question now.

"...So, who wants to go back to the Actua Are hotel and eat, now that this is all over? I was planning on going with the Ice Queen right here," she began, pointing over at Zexion behind her back nonchalantly. "...Right before the old grandfather clock right next to me decided to stop time just because he could," she quickly piped up, jabbing Luxord with her daggers briefly as she mentioned the "grandfather clock" part for emphasis.

Maybe having people tag along would be pleasant. Then again, maybe not. She'd just have to find out.

Juggling the newly acquired journal from hand to hand, Number Ten continued to smile away like he was filled with pure, unbridled joy, no emotion actually there to make him feel that way or not. He supposed, somewhere in the back of that murky brain of his, that being emotionless wasn't as bad as it seemed. Sure, not being able to smile and mean it or actually be mad at someone seemed depressing, but it was okay. That would be fixed soon, anyway; why worry about abusing his lack of feelings and morals in the meantime?

Speaking of time, with everyone leaving it was safe to assume that all the confidential talk was over and done. Luxord was just considering unfreezing the instant they were stuck in when he felt something jab him in the side and Larxene's voice referring to something about a clock. She must have meant him if the poking didn't clue him in first.

Leaning a bit closer to the pissed off woman, the blond raised one hand, fingers pressed together like he was going snap them any second, and smiled with all the charm of a snake wanting to kill a mouse. "You know I'd follow you anywhere, my lovely lady. Perhaps we should let this interlude end, however?"

And with a snap, time continued its normal path.

One at a time, the other members drifted away like leaves on the wind. Without the Superior around, everyone else had better things to do, bigger plans to attend to. Well, Xaldin’s plans for one did not involve leaving. He’d arrived in time for the Organization to gather and disperse. But he hadn’t yet straightened out Luxord. That was disappointing, of course. It couldn’t have been done with Number One around, but now it could. He and Larxene could tear the stupid blonde man apart. It would be so easy—

Wait. He hadn’t just considered teaming up with a neophyte, had he? He must truly be in dire straits to think of that. He dismissed the thought just as quickly as it had come.

Well. Larxene had offered a chance to tag along with her and Zexion to the Actua Are. He looked towards Larxene, a slow smile creeping on his face. “I’ll come along, if you truly do not mind the company.” It would be a perfect time to question Zexion about the Dark Mousy fellow he’d come across. Also, Zexion should not have to suffer with a neophyte for so long. That was a cruel punishment indeed. The time between now and the meeting was not all that long anyhow. Spending time with his fellow members and comparing his progress to theirs would be beneficial at the very least.

Back to tending to the grandfather clock. “But first.” He targeted Number Ten again. “Well, Luxord, I am pleased to see that you still have wits enough to remember how to resume the time flow again. I only wish you had the same knowledge in terms of blood flow to your brain. I’ll be happy to break up any blockages you have in that department.” He once again resumed his cold, angry pacing. “I’ll have you know that was not just any fight you paused, but a very special one. The fellow I was fighting had an interesting heart type. I may never get the opportunity to study it the same way, thanks to your incompetence.” He was angry enough to summon his lances, but held off. He was the highest ranking among all gathered; he ought to set an example to the others in terms of decorum. Wonderful as it would be, gutting Luxord out of hand would not prove anything besides inability to handle a wild temper. “You deserve punishment for interrupting our mission!”

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