paixaorpg | Snark battle of titanic proportions [Complete]

Character(s): Albedo, Larxene
Content: Snark. And fighting.
Setting: Niflheim area, G9
Time: Evening
Warnings: Blood, gore, cursing... These are Albedo and Larxene we're talking about, anything's possible.

A white cloaked shadow stood, leaning against the lamp post and yawning. She was late; not that he minded, he had all the time in the world. But you'd think people would show up on time for their own funerals.

While he'd been waiting, he'd been reading a few things about this sadistic woman. In all honesty, he liked her style; cruel, and without a care in the world for the sheeple. It was enough to make him feel that tingly feeling he so seldom experienced, the feeling of pure joy that living on the edge used to give.

Finally, it seemed, she had arrived. Through the eye-holes of the beak-like mask of his cowl, he made out the black cloak that seemed the signature of this 'organization' that everyone was so intent on figuring out. Albedo couldn't have cared less. All they represented to him was a way out. A way back. And maybe some fun along the way.

"Well well, ma pêche. Have you finally come for our dance? I was beginning to believe you'd stood me up. And that just wouldn't do at all, now would it?"

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Larxene was all for unexpected things happening to her. After all, spontaneous events like that kept her non-life interesting. However, what she didn’t enjoy were her own plans being put on hold because of them. Especially when said plans involved meeting someone who might actually be worth her time…

Other than his name, she didn’t know much about this ‘Albedo’, except that he seemed to approve of her way of “doing things”. She didn’t mind, though. While someone else might’ve found the lack of information to be unsettling, Larxene found it thrilling.

After all, a good surprise every now and then was good, right?

Arriving at her destination and stepping out of the black portal, she was quick to notice the figure dressed entirely in white.

If he wanted to grab her attention by sticking out like a sore thumb, he had definitely succeeded.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” remarked the Nobody, lowering her hood. “I was just putting the finishing touches on my make-up. I wanted to look my best for my dance partner, so I’m sure you’ll forgive me.”

With a smirk that she couldn't see, Albedo offered a mocking bow. "Oh, but of course. Mustn't forget the necessities, after all."

Leaving his lamp post, Albedo made his way toward her. She was, apparently, being truthful; there was indeed evidence of make-up on her face. Irony is always better when there's a kernel of truth to it, after all.

She looked young - far younger than he had expected. Not that he minded, or believed her visible age; being ageless himself, he knew better. And that hair. Gravity defying! He'd have to ask her how she managed to get it to stand up like that.

Reaching up, he waved a hand in front of his mask, which vanished as it passed. A nice trick; all four Testaments were capable of that, though. This revealed his eyes, a remarkable shade of violet, and his hair, pure white; yet another clever pun on his name. "Now, if only we had some appropriate music..." he mused aloud, smirking now where she could see it.

Ah, good, the tacky bird mask was gone, and she was able to get a good look at his face, not that it really meant anything. His hair color did manage to catch her attention, though.

He must’ve used the same dye as Xemnas, or lead a very stressful life.

"If its music you want, then the screams of the townspeople would suit me just fine. But it seems that they've already fled." Their cowardice was, by now, an expected reaction to having a Nobody close to them.

While others might have acknowledged them as living beings, for Larxene, they were just toys to keep her from getting bored. And like all toys, she would play with them and throw them away after breaking apart.

It was a wonderful cycle, one that she didn’t mind repeating over and over again.

"Whatever shall we do?"

Albedo smirked as he looked around. The street was -deserted-. Not a person in sight for at least a half mile in any direction. "Yes, that's a pity. The sound of screams is always such a lovely tune."

Folding his arms, he watched Larxene across the ten or so feet between them. She was shorter than himself, if you didn't count the hair, and she had a sense of... of non-being, about herself, that one didn't usually encounter outside of military Realians. He began to wonder just what she was.

As an idea came to him, Albedo grinned a manic grin. "How about we make a little music of our own. Between us, we should be able to gather together a nice little orchestra of these foolish people."

Along with a certain little hollow soul who needed to be taught her place again, he didn't add. MOMO was in the city, and she apparently knew something she hadn't told him. Not that that little fact would stop him from finding out...

Gather up the locals and have a nice little torture session with them? Sure, why not. It wasn’t like she was a stranger to that kind of an activity. Besides, it’d been a full couple of days since the last time Larxene did something like that.

She was overdue.

“Why, I think that’s the most interesting thing you’ve said to me so far. I’m in. Shall I guide you to Paixao’s hotspots, or is the thought of being led around by a woman simple unbearable for you?”

Ah men, how they always wanted to be the dominant gender.

The cloaked man grinned a rather nasty little grin. "I'm new in the city. Perhaps you should lead."

Having grown up the way he had, Albedo knew a thing or two about dangerous women with egos bigger than some star systems. Larxene was certainly of that type, though she had a different flare than, say, Citrine. Experience had also taught him that, while they seldom had his own level of power, those self-assured females could usually back up what they talked. Nigredo's experiences with Citrine had shown him that.

And besides. She -did- seem to know the city better than himself, and who was he to throw away potentially valuable information when it was offered to him on a black, white, and blonde platter?

"Very well, let's get started then. Try not to get lost, because I'm not going after you."

Larxene would do as she said.

Lead him around the less-boring parts of the city (because that was what they really were) and play tour guide. Then after she was done with that, she would suggest they do something more… fun. Kidnapping anybody unfortunate enough to be out in the streets and torturing them sounded very nice.

From their meeting area, the Nobody began walking down the street, not bothering to look over her shoulder to see if Albedo was following.

Snark battle of titanic proportions [Complete]

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