paixaorpg | Dark Deals [Complete]

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Dark Deals [Complete]

Character(s): Larxene and Timon
Content: Larxene wants information, and she's going to get it.
Setting: outside Vanaheim gate
Time: night
Warnings: Larxene

Larxene waited in full Organization uniform--even her hood was up, obscuring her face. But there would be no mistaking her--what other Nobody would be waiting here, for a little meerkat who had no other choice than to sell out everyone in Paixao?

She was sure he knew more than he spoke on the journals; Timon was rather popular in the city. But she doubted he knew how to handle it. And now, it seemed, she was right. All it took was a simple kidnapping and she would get what she wanted. She so loved it when pieces of her plan fell at her feet as this did.

Still she stood, silent, watching, and striking a rather imposing figure on the otherwise barren landscape. She was far enough from the domes that no one would be able to accidentally stumble upon them without Larxene knowing in advance.

This was perfect.

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The walk to the gates felt short. Too short. He had been hoping in the time it took to reach Vanaheim he would have a plan, some sort of successful rescue in mind. But sadly, there were nothing but blanks drawn. The risk of Larxene hurting Simba were far to high. He knew she wasn't afraid to inflict pain on his friend if he tried anything, and that was something he simply could not bare. Simba didn't deserve this.

His tiny heart raced as he passed through the gate, his legs growing heavy. Everything inside him told him to turn back, run away. He was scared. And for good reason, rest assured. Larxene had a reputation in Paixao... She had history with the meerkat. This time around, however, she appeared more clever; outside the city he could not receive help as easily.

Rubbing his tightly crossed arms, he slowly made he way through the darkness. His teeth chattered together, but not from the cold. He could already smell her, he knew her scent well. She was near.

Larxene spotted him as he came closer, her pleased smirk hidden in the shadow cast by her hood. She liked seeing him like this--helpless, at her mercy. Because he always had been, and she liked it when he recognized it. She lowered her hood when he drew near enough.

"How nice of you to come," Larxene purred, as if she had given him much of a choice. "Very punctual."

She was still smirking. "You'll tell me what you know, then~?"

Timon froze, surprised by the sudden movement. You never knew what to expect with Larxene. He had been expecting her to toss her kunai at him again, to hold him down, prevent him from running. But he hadn't planned on doing that. -alright, he had. He was thinking of it now. On his way here. Yesterday... He wanted to run. However, he knew he could not escape her that easily. Not only that, but running was another risk to Simba. He had no choice but to cooperate, and she knew it.

He kept his head down, refusing to look at the Nobody. He wasn't sure if he could handle looking at her, he was having a hard enough time restraining himself from shaking. He wanted to look bigger then he felt.

"I know a lot of things." the little rodent began quietly, though a hint of irritation could still be detected in his voice. "You have to be specific."

He had been here for some time, hadn't he? The irritation was noted but did nothing to quell her good mood; really, if Timon had to deal with Larxene, this was the time. She tilted her head, thinking. What to ask first? There was so much to ask.

"The Resistance," she said finally. "How much do you know about it?"

"A lot." he replied miserably. They undoubtedly would be outraged to hear he had given them away. For the most part, he pretended to be unassociated with the group when questioned. It lead to far to many questions that he knew he couldn't answer. But he would answer them for Larxene, at least, the best that he could. "Anything in particular you wanted to know about it?"

It wasn't all that surprising that she, a member of the Organization, would want to learn more about the Resistance. They were one of the few serious threats against the group. Timon was unsure how much Organization Thirteen knew, but if Larxene was asking, perhaps they had yet to figure much out themselves, regardless of their attempts.

"Well, aren't you well-connected?" she commented.

Now, she knew they had been having meetings, and she was fairly certain Laharl was involved, as well as a few others. But she couldn't be certain: they had, at least, been doing a decent job of keeping quiet.

Then she'd just have to see who Timon knew was a part of it. "Names. Who's involved, and what are they doing~?"

Biting his tongue, he took a moment to think his response over. Regardless of the fact that he himself was a member of the said organization, there were things that even he did not know about it. "They haven't met in awhile, I'm not exactly sure what they're up to these days. My guess is that they've been trying to fend off those monsters that are attacking the city."

Another pause was given before he spoke again. It wasn't until now he had realized how the numbers within the group had gone down. "A lot of the members aren't here anymore: Alice, Duo, Etna, Chrno... There are some I didn't recognize, but I know Riku, Rosette, Laharl, and Death are part of it for sure."

There were quite a few names he knew, actually. But she didn't know that. Unless she asked for more, he could only hope she would proceed to ask about something else. Already he could imagine how mad Laharl, never mind the others, would be at him for sharing such information with the wicked woman. However, he could argue that revealing those most suspected to associate with the Resistance wasn't all that bad. It wasn't as though he hadn't given away the entire group, right? At least, not yet.

"And which is the leader?" she continued. That he could be not telling the entire truth did cross her mind, but well, she would know before this talk was over.

And if he had not told her everything, then Simba would be the one to suffer the punishment. Her smile widened just a bit.

"General Sephiroth." the meerkat replied, staring down at his feet. He knew he was in trouble now. He could practically feel the man towering over him, prepared to teach him a lesson equally as frightening as Larxene's had been. The General had put a lot of planning into the Resistance, at least, Timon thought so. He must have spent hours on just the pamphlets alone, distributed during the Resistance's first big meeting. Of course, this was a lot bigger then a bunch of pamphlets, but none the less...

"I don't know much about him. Actually, I don't know anything about him. He keeps to himself a lot n' almost never uses the journals."

Larxene nodded. She had heard of Sephiroth, perhaps mentioned once or twice on the journals. She would have to look for what little he had posted on the journal system. She considered Timon for a moment.

"What are their plans, then?" she continued on. "If you're sure you've left no one out, then just what does such a small group hope to accomplish, hmm~?"

She was enjoying this, watching the meerkat betray those who had put their trust in him. How would he face them now?

"I told you, I don't know what their plans are. Nothings been planned yet. The last meeting they had was just to share information." he shook his head, looking out into the night. He wondered if Larxene would tell where she got her information from, what the Organization would do with it. It was difficult to say. One thing was for certain though, the Resistance would be certainly put to a stop now.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, avoiding the glares of all those he had betrayed in his head. "I... Might have left out a few names. Karst, Auron, Flonne too. Pumbaa was at the meeting, but he was just my ride there. He could never wrap his head around politics. Others might have joined recently, but I haven't heard about them."

She nodded, and was satisfied with talk of the Resistance for now. Might as well switch it up a bit. "Laharl. Where is he staying? And who is he staying with?"

It was good to know, after all. And, as an afterthought: "For that matter, what about you, Timon~?"

The meerkat seated himself, well aware that this could take awhile. Larxene probably had a lot of questions, and he wasn't sure how much longer his legs could hold him up. On the bright side, he didn't have to look at her. He was quite positive she was smiling. Why wouldn't she? Everything was going smoothly her way, and that never meant well.

"I haven't heard from him in awhile." Timon replied with a sigh. "We don't talk anymore. He's probably fighting those monsters out there with Flonne. Last I heard he had a fight with some musician. I can't remember his name though. They made a post in their journal about it."

As if he wasn't tense enough already, her afterthought made things all the worse. After all the trouble he'd gone through to find somewhere so suitable, not to mention the fact that he had just settled in, it seemed he would have to move elsewhere. He was really going to miss the room service.

"I'm... I'm at Haja O Que Houver with Pumbaa and Vyers."

"Vyers? Any particular reason?" Having someone like that with him was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, Larxene knew someone like that must have at least some power to back up his words. On the other, the man seemed quite the bumbling idiot.

This was the slow way of gathering information like this, but she enjoyed hearing the words come out of Timon's mouth. Games were best when she was winning.

Another question, to keep him talking: "And what do you know about us?"

"I hired him as a bodyguard. As Laharl's rival, a rival whose still standing, I figured he must be pretty powerful. I kinda knew you and your friends would be after me at some point so... Having another demon around didn't sound like such a bad idea."

He frowned at her next question. Though, he had been taken quite aback by it. Why would she want to know something she already knew? That was a bit of a waste, wasn't it? Then again, Larxene didn't have a limit on questions. Maybe this was simply to check if his information was correct. On that note, Timon wasn't sure what to tell her first. There were so many things he knew.

"You'd have to be more specific. I know... A lot. Generally, just to name a few things off, you all control some kinda element outside your body. You have the ability to teleport, can sample peoples memories, and lack both names and lifespans... A lot of you are supposed to be -or, at least thought to be dead after looking for, as you call them, 'The Key'."

She nodded, considering the information. "Aww, I have a name~," she said, giggling even as she feigned offense. Really, he had quite accurate information. "How did you find all that out, hm~?"

And another question for him to mull over: "What did you all talk about at the Resistance meeting you had~?"

Timon was very doubtful of this, however, he believed at some point the girl must have had some sort of name. Death had explained quite a bit of this name and lifespan business to him, but not quite enough for him to truly understand. There were still a number of gaps, and many unanswered questions. One that was truly puzzling was the fact that not only the Organization, but the Heartless, Nobodies, and citizens of Paixao all seemed to lacking these things. Why was this? This was hardly time to question such things, but he wondered none the less.

"I've got my connections." he replied, though he knew she would never take an answer as simple as that. "Different people in the city. Some that were here, some that still are. A lot of the stuff I can't remember how I really know, though. I've been here so long..."

His eyes wandered across the sky, reminding him how long it had been since he had last seen it. The real thing, not some dumb fake one painted to the roof of some dome. Or however it worked, he didn't know. He just knew it wasn't real. He'd never been outside the city, aside from his first arrival to Paixao, though he had been longing to do so. It was unfortunate that of all people to finally allow him to escape the great dome was the same one to cause him so much grief within' it.

"We talked about Heartless, Nobodies, and, of course, Organization Thirteen. What did you expect us to talk about?"

"And you made no plans? Nothing at all? Or was it just a pep talk?" She giggled, and then purred. "You're really being very helpful. How nice of you~." As if he wasn't being forced to speak.

"What about their abilities? Tell me what you know of the Resistance's strengths, please~."

Ugh, she just had to put it like that, didn't she? Like he wanted to help her. It only added to the guilt he felt, betraying all those he had grown to trust. They had grown to trust him as well, and Timon knew well such trust was difficult to obtain in this city. There were many stories flying about, and somehow, he had convinced the majority, or what he thought to be the majority, to believe his. When they found out he had sold out his comrades, that he had been helping a member of the Organization... They'd hate him.

"Yeah, sure, call it a 'pep talk'." he replied, his thoughts wandering elsewhere. It was to gather people together, learn about their enemy, and share all they could. That was all he could remember aside from the ugly creatures he had been mocking in pamphlet he had received. But uglier things were on his mind then a few ill looking Nobodies.

Hesitantly, he turned to look up at Larxene. He already knew the answer to his question, especially after leaving one of hers unanswered, but he couldn't help but ask. "Can I see Simba yet?"

She raised her eyebrows; looking quite surprised--almost a subtle threat. "Not yet. You seem to have forgotten to answer one of my questions. Shall I take that out on your lion friend~?"

She giggled, but there was no mirth behind it.

His eyes grew wide at the thought. He could only imagine where she had Simba, what she'd done to him. It was hard to ignore the horrid images that revealed themselves within his head, regardless how greatly he wished to ignore them. Just the thought, the fact, that his friends suffering was a result of his selfish actions was more then enough to tear him apart.

Timon quickly glanced to his side. All this had been his fault, no doubt about that. If he hadn't been so power driven, started all that Mayor business, would things be the same? Maybe not. He sunk his teeth into his lip; he was getting himself worked up over things that... That he could worry about later. Now wasn't the time to be thinking such thoughts.

"Right," he replied after a long breath. "Well, I don't know everyone's abilities, we didn't talk about that. Sephiroth must know though, he recruited everyone. From what I know, we've got some real skilled fighters, a healer, and a few exceptionally bright minds workin' for the Resistance."

She nodded. Perhaps she would have to pay a visit to this Sephiroth--he seemed the brains behind the resistance. She crouched down to get closer to Timon's level, smiling oh-so-sweetly.

"I see~," she purred. She liked Timon like this--scared and knowing how much stronger he was. She couldn't stand the way he acted over the journals.

But he probably wouldn't be acting like that again, would he?

...Now, to do something--well, something that would certainly confuse the meerkat, at the very least. "Do you know who killed the mayor?"

The meerkat found himself back on his feet, inching away from the Organization member as she drew near. He by no means felt comfortable being in the same vicinity as her, never mind invading his personal space. And that smile. Oh, he knew it well. Normally he'd be rather pleased to know that he had cracked a smile across ones faced, but, of course, she was an exception.

He watched her carefully, alarm written as clear as rain itself across his face. He didn't know what she was planning to do, her being so unpredictable and all, but it had to be something big. Something important. Otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to meet with him face to face.

Suddenly he grew pale (at least, as pale as he could get under all that fur). 'Do you know who killed the mayor?' she asked, her voice echoing through his head.

Did he? He had his guesses, just as anyone else had their own, but he had shared his quite publicly. As far as he saw it, it had to be The Organization's work. He didn't know exactly which member had performed the task of finally sending the old bloke to his grave, but it was certainly one of them. A chill ran down his spine as he ran down the list of known members, selecting the one who appeared most fitted for the job. If his prediction was right, this had all been too perfect.

Timon continued to look at Larxene in fear as he asked quietly, "Who?"

"Now, now, didn't I ask you~?" Another giggle. "How brave of you, though, to be trying for the position after such a horrible crime~."

And maybe now he'd see what she was getting at. After all, he and his friends were so easy to run off with. Why, she could whisk him away right now and who would know until morning, if not later? But her face was the picture of innocence, as always.

"Did you think something like this would never happen, Timon~?"

If she was trying to scare him, she had already accomplished that. But he wasn't about to admit it that to her, not willingly anyway. He wasn't completely sure what she was talking about at this point, but he knew it had to do with the Mayor.

Taking the seat had it's risks, and he knew them well. It wasn't simply the possibility of another murder, but 'citizenship' too. He needed that before he could so much as even consider seriously running for office. But citizenship seemed risky, especially after one considered the state the current citizens were in. Would he too fall 'mindless', as Adel had put them? His hair turn blonde, eyes blue? And what of his memories? He didn't know.

Or, could it be rather then the risks behind the job itself, be that she was insinuating he was responsible for the Mayors death? Oturo had been his only competition for the big seat, and they never managed to get along. Timon hated him, everyone knew that. But they also knew he could never kill the man, not by himself at any rate. He'd have to hire someone... Not that he would, he could never do something like that, regardless how badly he wanted Oturo out of the picture. Though it hadn't stopped the thought from occurring.

Could she mean he'd done so in another way? He had exposed the Mayor over the message board, badmouthing him quite frequently. Could he have possibly convinced someone to... Kill the man? No, that couldn't be it, could it? And even if it was, he couldn't be held responsible for what people did with his information, could he? He never meant for such a thing to happen, it wasn't as though he'd planned it.

Timon didn't know what to say. So, for once, he kept his mouth shut.

"So you don't know?" And then she dropped her voice--as if she was muttering to herself, although she made sure it was loud enough for Timon to hear: "Then who did, I wonder?"

And she stood, dusting herself off for a moment. "You've been very helpful, Timon. I really should thank you~."

And then she walked through the meerkat, sampling his memories. There. Anything he hadn't told her, anything that had slipped his mind, even the faces of those he didn't know: well, she knew it all now. All of that and more. She summoned a portal.

"I'll put your friend back where I found him~," she said, and waved cheerfully. "Ta!"

And then she was gone.

Edited 2008-08-07 21:59 (UTC)

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