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paixaorpg2006-05-20 03:27 pm
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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.
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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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?"