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paixaorpg2006-07-07 01:26 am
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Entry tags:
Demon's Party [Active]
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."
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."
no subject
Avaricious little shit could never tell his elbow from his ass anyhow.
Summoning a few cards to ease his newfound boredom, Luxord set to work on grouping them in sets of three (despite the fact that he was placing them in midair and people were beginning to stare, he did this anyway). He had a feeling that Zexion would try to derail any arguments, and he was right on that account. Please - what was a sparing match occasionally between two friends? It hadn't even escalated to physical violence yet~
While the idea of flinging the Ace of Spades at Marluxia's "pretty" face, which he had reluctantly flipped over in the third set, was amusing and most likely to be very therapeutic, he would kindly abstain for the moment.