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A Nobody and a Demon Walk Into a Bar [Active]
Character(s): Larxene and Etna
Content: Etna's Org reconnaissance leads her to Larxene.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: night
Warnings: violence
Even a Nobody needed to take a break once in a while. And what better place than a run-down little bar like this to watch the various residents and visitors while remaining relatively unnoticed? She was dressed in a black dress that laced like a corset down her stomach and revealed quite a bit of her bust, and was sitting at the bar nursing a neon-colored cocktail, just watching. She had removed the long streaks of hair that stuck up for this particular occasion; it really did change her profile. She almost blended in.
Almost.
Content: Etna's Org reconnaissance leads her to Larxene.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer [F5]
Time: night
Warnings: violence
Even a Nobody needed to take a break once in a while. And what better place than a run-down little bar like this to watch the various residents and visitors while remaining relatively unnoticed? She was dressed in a black dress that laced like a corset down her stomach and revealed quite a bit of her bust, and was sitting at the bar nursing a neon-colored cocktail, just watching. She had removed the long streaks of hair that stuck up for this particular occasion; it really did change her profile. She almost blended in.
Almost.
no subject
How long, she wasn't even sure. The days and nights seemed so crowded and incongruous under the painted domes that passed for a sky in this city that they blurred together.
However long it might have been since she went AWOL, Etna was certain that it obviously had either been too long or not nearly long enough. Her efforts remained largely fruitless and she was far past beginning to regret her rash decision of taking off in the middle of the night.
The idea had struck her in a moment of what at the time seemed like genius.
Everyone had a journal, the journals obviously weren't safe for information and no matter where you hid the Organization found you...
It had snapped together in her mind so smoothly, they were being tracked via journal.
Within minutes of that revelation, Etna had abandoned her journal. Lodged it in a cranny of the hotel stone she had been staying at...
Staying at with Laharl and Flonne... They were still nursing their wounds at that time. After all that chaos. Terror. Hatred. Pain. Failure.
Flonne and Laharl had needed each other more then ever at the time. What they didn't need was Etna in the way, missing her chances and bungling things.
Even before she left she had spied on them growing closer together then they had ever been.
By now the Love freak had probably dragged the poor Prince off to some fluffy restaurant and made him choke down a salad.
Hah-
What she wouldn't have given to see his royal pain in the ass reduced to that.
She wanted to go back, this wasn't going anywhere. The Organization for as much as its members seemed to disagree with each other, were amazingly clean. They left no traces of where they went and left most places they'd been, in too much rubble to actually find anything of real use.
If she went back now though, that would just be another failure on her growing list.
This wasn't like her, Thing had never gone wrong like this.
Etna rubbed her eyes sleepily while she bounded instinctively from shadow to shadow like a crook in the night.
She stopped atop a small rooftop and dropped her head to her fist in contemplation. Looking shockingly reminiscent of the gargoyle beside her.
She wondered what Flonne and Laharl were doing now. Did they think she was dead? Or just "missing" like the last her had been... Did they even care? Probably not. The Prince is a demon, she thought, thats just not in our nature.
He probably only cared about the fact that she had left without his permission.
Maybe if he just stopped to realize that she was doing this for them!
That's right, Etna sighed inwardly, she was out here because she thought it was the best thing she could do for Laharl and Flonne.
Either because, She'd find the Organization XII and end this or because she didn't want to feel worthless, being subject to their constant attack or maybe because those two were growing closer and didn't need her around.
Was she jealous those two might pay more attention to each other then they could afford for her?
Ugh, maybe she really did need that journal. It kept her mind off of ridiculous crap ideas like those.
She needed a break, Etna decided.
No, better, she needed junk food, Etna thought as she noticed the bar across the street.
It must've been ages since she had last had a proper amount of sugar in her diet. No wonder her thoughts were turning sour~ There just wasn't enough sweetness packed in her at the moment.
She'd commit murder for chocolate right now... well, she admitted, she'd commit murder for chocolate anytime.
Etna snickered to herself as she passed through the doorway.
"Hello, Hello~" ,She called aloud to the denizens of the bar, directing their attention to the red headed bombshell walking into their seedy little bar, but had to pause a moment to keep from choking on her tongue as she noticed the profile of one the bar's occupants.
What? Really? No. Impossible! Maybe... Maybe. It looks liiike her~ juuuuust maaybe....
She continued her introduction as if nothing had happened and exclaimed to her unwitting audience with a gleeful pose, "Et-O-Na-Saaama is here, at last."