Demon's Party [Active]

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Character(s): Luxord, Zexion, Marluxia
Content: Luxord, Zexion, and Marluxia being bitchfaces, basically.
Setting: Joutenhiem Gate
Time: Monday, Afternoon
Warnings: Bitching and swearing.



"No, I don't like the look of that one - too… sensitive looking. With a piteous heart like that, the annoying creature will never survive here for long." A cruel smile grew on his face, and he turned to regard the other, and rather put off, Nobody. "Want to bet on how long they'll last?"

Left leg crossed under the other and right heel incessantly bouncing off the wall with an audible thump each time, Number Ten sat perched on top of the information booth for their assigned gate, fiddling his thumbs absentmindedly while glancing at the newcomers below. He had been doing this non-stop for the past thirty minutes, insisting that they should examine what they had to work with. The wagers on their life spans just came naturally.

Actually, it was not as if Luxord really cared what came through the gate, considering his lack of enthusiasm to get any work done. Even if a pink, three-headed dragon with a servere case of MPD charged through with a sombrero and tossed burritos-bombs to local civilians, the scene would not gain his interest in the least. No, this was all an attempt to make his aggravating "friend" get some sun on his alarmingly pale complexion.

Even looking at the man hurt his eyes. It was almost like staring at snow on a sunny morning - blinding and caused your will to break in five different places.

"You know, the odds are really against you being killed for leaving that abomination-hole you refer to as a research lab." While saying this, he made sure to kick the side of the booth a few more times, enjoying the repetitive "thunk"s and "clunk"s the leather of his boot made against the metal wall. "I don't really see while you insist on staying in that hive."

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Despite being in such a new and flashy environment, there was nothing to be done and even less to be interested in. The gate had been attention-halting for a second to some degree - until his discovery of the falsity of the arrangements of the plants, the unnatural curve and sheen to the trees - apparently some sort of cruel joke that was not lost upon him, and was less than amusing.

He was entertaining the thought of perhaps choking the Superior for a brief moment, because he had the feeling the Nobody had unconciously put him in a gate with fake plants. And, well. The fact annoyed him and irritated him to an astounding degree.

After entering the gate to this new city, he had wandered briefly, looking over the machine the one at the gate had given him with distaste. What did they honestly waste their time doing on these machines? What an utterly boring, meaningless existence. It suited the little drones.

But, as distasteful as the gate was, it was even more insulting to find himself in a poor district, surrounded by ragged and haggard drones. It hadn't taken the brunet long to approach a corridor of darkness, sending him somewhere else, to which he cared not where.

Unluckily, he happened to land at another gate populated with other Nobodies, which was not how he felt he should be spending his afternoon.

He looked up to the one on the booth impassively, ignoring the lack of volume that was Zexion's existence. "Enjoying watching the ants, are we?"