paixaorpg | [Completed]

Characters: Zexion (and whoever else is around there)
Content: Zexion enters Paixao, rather discreetly.
Setting: Joutenheim
Time: Late in the Thursday evening, week two and in the rain.
Warnings: None!

He did it with procedure, as if he had done it a million times before.

The rain was heavy and the lines into the gates seemed to be thinned. The few people in the line were huddled under their belongings, typically just a shirt or a bag, trying to shield themselves from the rain, to little success. Zexion walked past them all, and apologized to the foremost as he slipped between them and the gatekeeper - after all, it was very impolite to jump in line without apologizing.

But he wasn’t going to wait in the rain when he didn’t have to.

He pulled down his hood, brushing his bangs back into place and picking up the pen, registering his name with small, printed letters. The man he had stepped in front of frowned, and Zexion looked up at him and said, pointedly, “I’ll only be a moment. I’m sorry for the delay.”

The man snorted, and Zexion picked up his journal after a brief discussion with the gatekeeper. He unzipped his coat, and slipped the electronic diary inside, where it wouldn’t get wet. A thunderclap sounded out, loudly, and Zexion used one hand to jerk up his hood again, tugging the zipper tag up to his throat again.

The weather was truly disgusting that night.

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Heavy rain and loud thunder... It was the perfect weather that would bring an end to that day. There wasn't as much lightning as she would've liked, but watching the few townspeople unfortunate enough to be caught outside was good enough. Their frightened expressions and trembling bodies went well with the atmosphere. Maybe this sad excuse of a city wasn't such a bad place to be in after all.

Larxene was standing right next to the gate, leaning on the wall and looking on as the new arrivals scrambled to get out of the rain.

"Hah, welcome to Paixao." She said to herself after watching them come through and wasting no time in running deeper into the city. For them to be afraid of a little 'bad weather'... how sad. Ah well, it was their loss. Larxene continued leaning on the wall and further enjoyed the moment. She didn't mind the feeling of her coat being drenched in water, or the occasional raindrops landing on her mostly hooded face. And the light

Larxene watched as the next person to be allowed through the gates walked by, and she couldn't have been more amused. The hood made it difficult to tell which of them it was, but that didn't matter. If anything, that made it even more fun.

"Such nice weather we're having, wouldn't you agree?" she spoke out to her fellow Organization member.

Oh yes, tonight was definitely a good night.

He paused and turned, stepping out into the rain and pushing the hood back a bit, so the sloped front wouldn't shade his eyes so much. Even so, he could see her rather feminine jaw and crops of blonde hair, and he didn't need to. Policy and politeness caused him to do so anyway.

Zexion hated how leather got so hot on the inside, despite how cool it was out.

"Oh. Yes, it is nice. It's so effective. But it's fitting that you're here, Larxene," he said, pocketing his gloved hands and keeping away from the heavy drizzle of the overhang. "Is this your work, or is it just a coincidence?"

He doubted neither answer.

Oh, it was only Zexion, such a shame. She was hoping it would've been someone more... entertaining, like Axel or Marluxia. Though disappointed, it wasn't enough that it would keep her from having at least some fun with him.

"Fitting for me to be here huh? That’s rich. I almost wish I could say the same to you." Founding member or not, Larxene treated almost all of the Organization members the same way, with little to no respect. Numbers II through VI were the easier targets though, especially Vexen and Lexaeus. What with their dislike for neophytes and all...

"And who cares if I started it or not. It's here, isn't it?" He was a smart one; surely he'd be able to figure it out for himself. "Besides, it’s not often I get to see you walking outside during a storm. What's the occasion?"

"Of course it's fitting for you," he said, smoothly, looking straight at her. Eye contact was always important for him. Eye contact changed every undertone and meaning to a conversation. Avoiding eye contact with Larxene, specifically, was a space for her to do something he didn't expect.

"All the thunder and lightning," Zexion explained, "the lightning is self-explanatory, and the thunder would likely be you mouthing off for little to no reason. Harmless but loud."

He took a few more steps out of the rain, and leant against the gate. He didn't appreciate Larxene's constant brattiness in the slightest.

"I'm here because I've entered Paixao."

The eye contact she was receiving was also being given right back. Looking away from someone in a situation like this was a sign of weakness and avoidance. And Larxene certainly didn't want anybody to think she had those qualities in her. "Harmless huh? I wouldn't be so sure about that. But whatever you say, Zexy." She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Always so sure and confident in himself and his own ability with words....

"No, really? I hadn't noticed that at all." A more obvious response she couldn't have asked for. "I would've thought you'd have been one of the first ones here, Number Six. After all, you're always so devoted to the Organization. And we all know that blind devotion is adorable, right?" She raised her head a bit and winked at him from underneath her hood.

He rather liked staring contests.

"I've never heard of someone being harmed by your words, Larxene, and I think you ought to remember that."

He really didn't care about this enough - he was itching to find someone with a heart to talk to, because those were the people he could really affect. Not Larxene. Larxene was someone who wouldn't quite fit the bill, as it was pointless to try to phase her.

"Then why did you ask?" Zexion said simply, and continued, "I've been delaying my entrance. I had things to sort out first, plans to make and the like. Despite being some girl who assumes things without reason, I'm sure you can grasp that concept. At least being devoted is a better quality than being violent and immature."

But riling her - or at least trying to - was just as interesting.

"Then you must not have been around during the many times it's happened, Zexion. But that's not my problem so believe whatever makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

As much as she was enjoying having this wonderful conversation with him, Larxene knew that it wouldn't ever give her what she wanted. And just what exactly did she want? Why, to find someone to hurt and demean, what else. It was something she excelled in, and she hadn't done anything like that since entering the domes. Having the townspeople run away and avoid her wasn't making it any easier either. She didn't mind the added challenge though. It would make her victory all the more sweet.

"Oh how you wound me." She mockingly said to him, pushing herself off the wall and walking to his side before stopping. "Who cares about that. Violence and immaturity are more fun to me than anything else. You should try it sometime, whenever you're not standing on the sidelines like a cowardly spectator, that is."

Once finished, Larxene continued walking away from him until she teleported away from the area entirely.

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