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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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Ashe smiled at the woman as she gulped the potion down quickly. It is rather bothersome to see that 500 gils worth of potion being treated like that, but she is sure Larxene will be very thankful at its immediate effect. However, sometimes things just don't go according to your expectation.
God, that was disgusting, Ashe felt the blood rise to her face, the worst curse words rushing in her throat and her mouth opening in a fit of spitting them out. It was even more frustrating to see that Larxene did not notice how angry that made Ashe feel.
The other woman extended her hand, Grab my hand. I can... teleport us to our desired destination: The Morem o Lisboa hotel nearby.
Briefly, Ashe's mind flew to the blue-haired man she saw teleporting a few days ago, could they be the same people? And she is still not clear about the 'Twelfth Order' thing anyway. Before she could utter a single word, however, a voice interrupts her.
Forgive me for my intrusion, but I suppose you don't know where the others went off to? Turning around, a man with long blonde hair is limping toward them. Perhaps he is the other man she was supposed to tend to. She was going to offer her help, but realizing that the man has his eyes on Larxene only and ignoring her, she chose to stay quiet. This man does not seem like the kind of person she would want to annoy.
Larxene explained to him where the others went to, and if it weren't for the fact that she used the word us to refer to them, Ashe would have thought that the both of them had forgotten about her. Also, if it weren't for the fact that they seem dangerous, she would have unleashed her inner brat by now.
Choosing her words carefully, she tries to make it sound as polite as possible. "Suppose it would be better to continue our conversation in a drier place? I am not exactly fond of the rain."
~
"Perhaps she's right, Vexen. We should go to the hotel now," she suggested, turning her head back to him when she was finished. "It's much drier there, and we cal all get a bite to eat and get ourselves cleaned up. Those fancy hotels seem to make life for those lazy-asses there as easy as it gets. We'll be fine there."
~