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paixaorpg2006-02-07 09:22 pm
dominant.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-02-07 09:22 pm
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Anyone There? ~ [ Closed/Complete ]
Character(s): Larxene, anyone who wants to join in.
Content: Larxene has to find a way to get to a hotel after Superior Smackdown. xD
Setting: On the way to the Morem o Lisboa; starting at Ecos na Catedral.
Time: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: Language? ~
Her calf stung like mad, her breastbone was saying things like "OMGDIEBITCH" to her, and she wasn't really in the mood to have a bitch-fight with her conscience. Although she would kill to teleport all the way to the hotel and get a nice soak in her tubwith a nice S&M book to get all of the blood off, she would have to walk. That's all she had the strength for.
She grudgingly got up, hearing some bone snap somewhere within her as she did, before she ws fully up, dusting her robe off with what strength she could muster before she started walking to her intended destination. Vexen was at the library doing God-knows-what now, Zexion was... who cares, Axel, Saix, and Demyx she hadn't seen in forever and a half, and Marluxia had been whisked away. Her life was just effin' peachy keen, fine, and dandy.
"Ohh," she groaned when she felt her head begin to throb, clutching a lock of her hair where the pain was sourced. It would go away soon. She checked her glove, seeing blood on the black leather. Her hair was probably matted from the blood all over the back of her head. Perhaps those stupid fancy shampoos they had there were really needed now.
Lightning cracked in the sky, and she felt a drop of rain his her on the nose. Great. She would arrive at the hotel looking like a drowned rat. Perhaps she should go to that hotel that's nearby-- the Morem o Lisboa? Better than walking all the way to Actua Are.
The rest of the walk to the hotel wouldn't be very fun. ~
~ XII
Content: Larxene has to find a way to get to a hotel after Superior Smackdown. xD
Setting: On the way to the Morem o Lisboa; starting at Ecos na Catedral.
Time: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: Language? ~
Her calf stung like mad, her breastbone was saying things like "OMGDIEBITCH" to her, and she wasn't really in the mood to have a bitch-fight with her conscience. Although she would kill to teleport all the way to the hotel and get a nice soak in her tub
She grudgingly got up, hearing some bone snap somewhere within her as she did, before she ws fully up, dusting her robe off with what strength she could muster before she started walking to her intended destination. Vexen was at the library doing God-knows-what now, Zexion was... who cares, Axel, Saix, and Demyx she hadn't seen in forever and a half, and Marluxia had been whisked away. Her life was just effin' peachy keen, fine, and dandy.
"Ohh," she groaned when she felt her head begin to throb, clutching a lock of her hair where the pain was sourced. It would go away soon. She checked her glove, seeing blood on the black leather. Her hair was probably matted from the blood all over the back of her head. Perhaps those stupid fancy shampoos they had there were really needed now.
Lightning cracked in the sky, and she felt a drop of rain his her on the nose. Great. She would arrive at the hotel looking like a drowned rat. Perhaps she should go to that hotel that's nearby-- the Morem o Lisboa? Better than walking all the way to Actua Are.
The rest of the walk to the hotel wouldn't be very fun. ~
~ XII
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Speaking of teleportation...
Vexen had no idea why he wanted to go back to where Larxene and Marluxia presumbaly were. Perhaps it was merely because they were all in the Organization, and this common bind was enough to move Vexen to return with some (extremely ineffective potions), along with the rest of his things. He actually planned on dumping them at their feet and leaving.
As he materialized not too far away, he noticed that Larxene was already being attended to by another woman (a far more kind soul than that mage was, he supposed). Well, that worked... however, someone seemed to be missing.
He supposed Marluxia had also fled for the time being. Good for him. Limping over to them (damn that mage; walking hurt), Vexen cleared his throat. This time to catch their attention; he was done with hacking up globs of blood.
"Forgive me for my intrusion, but I suppose you don't know where the others went off to?" This question was directed at Larxene more than anyone else.
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~ XII
Re: ~
*stops posting ooc comments now* >_>; ))
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"Your intrusion is forgiven. I honestly haven't a clue as to where Marluxia is. He was just... taken away. Zexion just disappeared and went off somewhere, but it seems that he was considerate enough to send for help. We're headed for the Morem o Lisboa hotel. I suppose you'd like to accompany us now that nobody has remained behind?" she stated to the Nobody, looking in straight in the eye. She put a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Stupid hair was making her even more wet.
~ XII