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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For the most part, the lavender-haired Nobody ignored the idle chit-chat of Luxord and Marluxia. Basing an assumption on past experiences, the two wouldn't be talking about anything all that important or interesting anyhow. It was amazing, and a little sad, that a bunch of dumbfounded strangers were more entertaining than his co-workers. Maybe it was just the simple fact that he was seeing new faces, and-- oh!

Another notable one. Zexion narrowed his eyes in scrutiny, watching the newest citizen of Paixao. There was something distinctly captivating about it, and even though he had failed to catch the name, it didn't stop him from whipping out his journal and scribbling down a reminder to look into it later.

Once that task was finished, the device was snapped shut with a sharp click and hidden inside his jacket once more. Mildly satisfied now, he loosely wrapped his arms around his torso, stealing glimpses of the other two out of the corner of his eye while half-listening. Tsk. Sounded like there was going to be an argument soon, too. Nothing new there, but it did get rather tiresome, listening to constant squabbling. Why not take a shot at trying to stamp it out before it got out of control.

"What brings you to this side of Paixao, Marluxia?"

Luxord could sit out of the conversation for now. His mouth was nothing but trouble.