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larxene,
rogue

Caging the Toy [Active]

Character(s): Larxene, Rogue
Content: Larxene shows Rogue where she will be staying.
Setting: Larxene's secret lair
Time: night
Warnings: standard Larxene warnings

Larxene closed the portal behind her as she stepped out into a room that didn't have any doors. It wasn't far from her library, actually, but she needed somewhere more secluded at times, and this worked well. No one else knew about it, and that made it perfect.

"It's not much, but it's the best place," Larxene said.

The room was of decent size, with a few overstuffed bookshelves, a couch, and a desk. Most of the room was empty space; there was a closet with no door, currently empty, and a connecting bathroom, but it really was sparse.

"You won't have to stay here all the time," Larxene said. "Just for certain parts of the training."

The most important parts.

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Rogue stepped in through the portal with high hopes and nothing short of amazement, moving to the side to allow Larxene to get by. "It's nice." And she meant it. The room was taken in with admiring eyes; it certainly didn't hold a candle to anything at home.... but compared to her life lately, sleeping on park benches and in the front seats of cars, it was practically a palace. It hardly even mattered that there was no bed. It seemed to have a place to lie down, room to stretch, and a place to stay clean--did she really need anything else?

"Which parts are those?" She had guessed there might be stages--even if just beginning, middle, and end--to this, but she honestly had no idea how one trained for this sort of thing. "Where else will I be?" She didn't want to sound ungrateful or nosy, but.... well, she was curious.

Larxene tilted her head, considering. "The first bit, at least," she said, truthfully. No reason to lie when the girl was so willing. "Maybe a bit of the middle, but after that you'll be out and about."

Because the first and middle bits were the training, really. The rest was just refining her control over Rogue. And if she was lucky, it wouldn't take long. She was already compliant, which was more than she expected of her toys.

If she knew she wasn't going to enjoy the next bits so much, she might have been a bit disappointed.

"Okay...." That didn't sound so bad. Still, it made her just wonder how long each part took. Weeks? Months? Years? She had no way of knowing.... And what would be "bad", exactly? It was hard to be sure when she honestly had very little idea what to expect. Though if Larxene would be disappointed by her compliance, perhaps she should have chosen a more difficult target? Or perhaps things would get more difficult as time went on....

"I hope it won't take a terrible amount of time," Larxene continued, "but of course it won't be instant. Some things take time."

And this sort of thing would be fun. For Larxene, anyway. She moved to lean against one of the bookshelves.

"Might as well start now, hm? Tell me, how much do you know about your abilities?"

Of course, Larxene had all of Rogue's memories at her disposal. But it would be good to get the girl's perspective on things, and to see just how much information the girl would be willing to share without coercion.

Rogue nodded her understanding again, feeling small and ignorant compared to Larxene's obvious expertise and confidence. Of course it would take time.... It took time to learn how to ride a bike, it took time to learn how to walk, it took time to learn how to read.... She was sure she would need a while to grasp the basics before she could move on to anything nearly so elegant and controlled, so complex as Larxene seemed to be able to do. It was an encouraging thought, at least, that one day she might be that prepared.

"I...." She hesitated, looking down at her hands. Hands that had always before sported a neat manicure and good moisturizing lotion. Dangerous, killing hands with a painful, starving touch. She felt a little sick just trying to think about it, and redirected her gaze to a couch, away from Larxene. "I just.... t-touch someone. It h-hurts them.... Sometimes, they.... d-don't wake up for a while." David had stayed deeply comatose for nearly three weeks, but that gatekeeper hadn't passed out at all.... She fiddled with her still-shut journal and fell silent, not sure what else to say. The fact that they.... stayed, in some small capacity, seemed more like a personal problem than any ability she might possess.

Larxene put on an understanding smile. Feigning emotions was so easy when you didn't have them. "And you absorb something of them?" She hinted, nudging at the part of her power that was most interesting, although knocking someone out simply by touching them could have its uses as well.

"You were glowing before," she said.

It was almost eerie how Larxene could know so much with just a glance.... Rogue shifted uncomfortably. "I-I can.... remember things I shouldn't be able to. Can feel 'em...." She shivered a little--it was rather unsettling, and she had no earthly idea what had happened to cause glowing like that. "He felt like.... like he had a-a glow, like he was bright inside and couldn't keep it in, and...." She trailed into silence, not sure what else to say, or how else to say it--it was difficult to describe the feelings of light she had experienced when she didn't understand it or know what it was.

How interesting her abilities seemed. And how clueless she was. How scared of her own power. She was just waiting to be molded and used. Larxene was giggling inside; it seemed luck had smiled upon her.

"The citizens are odd~" she said with a nod. "It's almost like you absorbed what they were."

Because, judging by what she could gain from Rogue's memories, that was what she did. If it worked on any kind of abilities, well, the possibilities were endless.

"Absorbed wh-what they were....?" Rogue couldn't help but cringe at the idea. It sounded so.... so invasive.... Almost like she was breaking and entering into someone's very soul. Still, she nodded unsteadily; it seemed.... well, as accurate a label as she could think of, in spite of her discomfort with it.

"What are they? What happened to them?" Her contact with the gatekeeper had been brief, but she remembered the strange, distinctly alien feel of fleetingly sharing in a mind that couldn't possibly be human.

Larxene smiled and proceeded to lie. "No one's really sure," she said. "They're just... As they are. I don't think they're human, really. But I'm sure you noticed."

She stretched casually. "Though maybe they're just a bit different--you can't really tell, after all."

"I--yes.... maybe." It was an odd, awkward thing, agreeing with a comment like that.... she somehow felt a little ashamed, a little less human (and Heaven knew she wasn't very close to being one to begin with) for saying it. It--he, he had a gender and probably a name and maybe a family and--definitely wasn't entirely human the way she understood humanity to be, but still, there was something.... She couldn't even say what the feeling was, though it didn't feel right; regardless, she squelched it as best she could, trying to salve her conscience with the noncommittal amendment. What else could she do, really?

Larxene liked how the girl was willing to just agree. Sure, she had qualified it, but that Rogue seemed to want to agree was a good quality for what Larxene had in store for her. She stood.

"I'll let you get settled," she said. "I have something to attend to, but I'll be back to begin your training later."

She was very busy lately. Not that she minded. When things were working out as they were, how could she?

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