Caging the Toy [Active]

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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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"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.

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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.