Time of Your Life (So To Speak)

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Characters: Rosette and Luxord

Content: Luxord brings Rosette in for another round of experiments. Rosette comes off decidedly the worse for it.

Setting: Unknown

Time: Also unknown

Warnings: Aside from the quintessential mind screw that comes with the Organization? None, really.

A Note: Once again, I play both of these characters, so there shall be large posts, for I am impatient.

 

Luxord twirled the pocket watch he’d “acquired” about on its chain, letting its momentum carry it neatly into his pocket. It was a simple trick that looked much more impressive than it actually was, and he’d been eager to try it out. Now that he actually had a pocket watch, it seemed the natural thing to do.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

Never mind that this particular pocket watch symbolized the contract between the girl chained to the chair before him and a demon. Never mind that this particular pocket watch was ticking off the time left in this girl’s life, second by second. Never mind that any damage done to this particular pocket watch might be disastrous, even fatal, to that same girl.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

No, Luxord treated it as a toy, simply because he knew it would upset this girl, unsteady her, and make her vulnerable – which was, of course, exactly what he wanted. He had been doing this same trick wordlessly for going on an hour now, and she still kept watching him, ticking time and the threat of her life shattering on the floor obviously sapping whatever strength she had left.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

Well, maybe he should give her what he was waiting for. That was the point of a good performance, after all.

 

Three easy loops and – a jarring miss.

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Luxord had to admit, he was quite satisfied. Who knew a few parlor tricks could reduce this girl to tears? She hadn’t been near as strong as she’d pretended to be.

But that was her own fault. Luxord had performed his duty as he’d seen fit. He turned, leaving the girl to her tears and fears, and opened the corridor of darkness, walking simply out of the room just as the dusks entered to return her to her cell.

He had a report to write, after all.