paixaorpg | Stealing Away [completed]

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Stealing Away [completed]

Character(s): Marluxia, Elenra, Xemnas
Content: Marluxia takes Elenra to Xemnas.
Setting: Os Dias Sao a Noite to ???
Time: Late Afternoon/Early Evening, week six
Warnings: Marluxia is creepy. Xemnas will likely pontificate. Larxene goes insane.

If Marluxia were capable of the emotion, he would be furious. He had made progress with the girl. Had he been given enough time, he would have broken her and put her back the way she was supposed to be. he had said that he had had everything taken care of. In all honesty, he didn't care whether or not their visitors ran amok--all the better to distract the fools in the Organization and keep their eyes off of him. But he had thought he had taken the measures needed to keep them in. If they weren't defeated by the Mantid, surely the locks would have kept them inside. A part of him was curious as to just how they managed to get past, the other part of him wanted to find the fools who had managed to slip through and "convince" them never to slip through again. He had better things to do with his time than guard the exit.

But orders were orders and as he was being blamed for the incident, it was better to keep a low profile. The Nobody's mouth was pulled into a tight frown as he warped into the area near the library. He had a feeling she would be here just as he had left her the last time, and he searched for the girl as he entered the building, keeping his hood up for now.

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Elenra was indeed in the library, proving that the voracious way she read as a Nobody was a holdover from how she acted with a heart. She was curled in a chair, legs tucked neatly under her, with a pile of books that looked like it might be as high as she was, absorbed in the book she held in her hands.

She didn't even notice anyone approaching, she was so caught up in the story.

Marluxia kept every step silent as he approached, the only evidence of his arrival behind her likely to be the shadow that would suddenly fall over Elenra and the book. He debated staying silent and just taking her. It would be quick and anonymous, but so... impersonal. There was no doubt in his mind that as soon as she was in the Superior's grasp, he would lose all progress that he had made. And yet the consequences for the other option were just as likely to work against him.

He stood in silence for a few seconds as he weighed his options, and finally came to decision, his head cocking to the side as he regarded the girl in front of him. "Keeping busy, I see."

Whether or not she would recognize his voice, he didn't know.

Elenra felt something knot withing her as she looked up to see an ominous figure--she could only think of the Grim Reaper, as unpleasant a thought as it was--in front of her. Her muscles coiled nervously, and she put down her book. The voice was familiar, vaguely, but she couldn't place it.

She stood, not entirely sure why--she could run, but this man looked downright otherworldly. How did that cloak manage to hide his face so well?

"Who are you?"

The Organization she'd heard about; was this them?

"That is unimportant right now," Marluxia replied calmly. He watched her from other the hood, scanning her face for any reaction.

Her eyes narrowed. She recognized that--the tone, the arrogance, the refusal to give her a name. It was that man, the pink-haired one. She took a step back, her step taking on a lighter touch, a dancer's step.

"It's you," she said, and her tone was flatter than before--angry. "What do you want with me?"

Because by now she was sure he was a threat, some creepy stalker who knew more than what he was saying because he acted that way.

Marluxia froze, his face twisting into an expression of anger, one that, luckily, went unseen. She had recognized him. She had recognized him and was now suspicious. He cursed at himself silently for not remaining anonymous, but kept his hood up all the same. Even though Elenra had recognized him, that didn't mean any witnesses in the area would.

"To help you learn what you've forgotten," he replied simply, his former expression fading back into his usual cool demeanor. "Or would you rather remain in the dark?"

"Surely you must have recognized it..." He inclined his head toward her, waiting. "The hole in your memory?"

Her voice was carefully controlled now, her body on high alert. What was he talking about? She suspected he was just making things up, trying to distract her with words promising good intentions while he stabbed her in the back. But if he was telling the truth--if there was something missing... What was he talking about? She could remember perfectly well... Except for how she'd arrived in the city. Was that what he was talking about?

It was possible, but she still didn't trust him. Not when he arrived like this, foreboding and arrogant. She took a step sideways and back, to put more distance between them and get around the chair in one smooth motion. Her face was a mask.

Even as a girl, she had been good at hiding what she was feeling when she wanted to.

Nothing. He would have thought he'd get some reaction from her, or else would suddenly be questioned. But he had a feeling that she was hiding whatever weakness was gripping that heart she believed herself to have, and so he pushed further. "Those police warnings you heard on your world. There was something different about them, wasn't there? You said it yourself."

Marluxia didn't move, keeping his distance from her. He wasn't going to take her, not yet. He would dig in as he had intended from the beginning. There was only so much time he had left.

"And what occurred because of that warning? Shouldn't there be something more? Surely you feel it. Something deep down. Does it frighten you?"

She took another step back. Police warnings--they'd happened before, but yes, there had been something different about them this time. What was it? Something she'd thought was stupid, but--

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Her eyes widened, her body stiffening like a startled rabbit. No, no, that was stupid, he was making her misremember things. She loosened up a bit.

"Go away."

"I didn't come here to leave." Even as she retreated, he continued to stand his ground. "The Heartless don't think when they attack," he continued. "They come in droves and attack all they come across. Men, women, children, the healthy, the sick, the strong, the weak, they only exist to create more of themselves."

"Heartless?"

She didn't recognize the term, but it only took her a moment to connect it to that half-remembered thing the police had shown pictures of on television, had warned the populace away from, and she had gone home to her sister and her family because--

Her head hurt, and the headache blocked out the train of thought. But there had been something, for a moment, that she remembered--

Another step back. And then she ran. Fast. Faster than she knew she could run, but it didn't matter, she had to get away and she had to do it now.

Marluxia couldn't help but smirk. It had triggered something. What that something was had yet to be determined, and he doubted she would tell him. But now, now was the time for him to prove to her that she couldn't run away. No matter how hard she tried, she would always be in his grasp.

He slipped into a portal of darkness, reappearing in front of her. There was a flash of light and the sudden fall of petals as his scythe appeared in his hand. He pointed it at her--a warning, should she decide to run again. "I would have preferred to take this slower, but there is someone who wants to see you." The last half was nearly spat.

She didn't think before she acted, didn't even process what he was saying, just moved in one fluid turn to put more distance and kick the scythe at once. She was no fighter, but her dancing had given her the flexibility to pull off the move. If it was easier than she thought it should have been to pull it off, she didn't notice.

"Leave me alone!" she spat, returning his venom.

Fighting back? Bold, wasn't she? Though it was becoming obvious where Larxene had gotten her nature. The scythe was moved to the side by her kick, but he was quick to bring it around again, the point of the blade at her neck. "I already told you why I can't do that. Now, come with me."

She froze as the blade came close to her, staring at him with wide eyes. Angry, wishing to rebel--but she didn't move. She didn't want to die. More than anything, she didn't want to die.

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"...Fine."

The scythe disappeared just as it had came, the petals gently floating and twisting through the air to the ground to disappear, some disappearing before they even hit. "Good girl." Marluxia took a few steps forward, grabbing her arm. It was gentle at first, but he took a somewhat tighter hold, pulling her toward him, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered, "I imagine you didn't let the Heartless take you so easily. You must have fought them with all your strength, didn't you? I would expect nothing less."

And with that, he opened a portal once again, this time, to an entirely new location.

Xemnas stood waiting in a room of white, solid walls. The only way to enter or leave was by portal - no doors, no windows. A fitting room, as always, for when members of Organization XIII got in in their minds that they could stray away, as if there was something better for them. As if they could accomplish their goals, without him.

No, that was foolish. They would always need Organization XIII. Always; all of them.

Xemnas doesn't turn when he hears - and feels - the portal rise up behind him. Good, he thinks. There was still hope for Marluxia, after all. He had been wary that Number XI would not show, which of course, was hardly the wisest of decisions.

He moves slowly to face them, rising his head up a notch and regarding the pair, noticing small differences to Number XII. What had facilitated the change? Was it really an illusion, as Number XI suggested?

He would have his answers.

"Good, Number XI. That is all," he says, a swift dismissal to the Assassin.

Elenra wasn't sure what to think at this point--had they teleported? And then there was someone else, another face she didn't recognize, a name she'd never get, she was sure. But she had a name of sorts for the other man--Number XI. Eleven of what? Was this the Organization she'd heard rumors of?

What did they want with her? Her fear was hinted at on her face, but for the most part she kept it locked up. No, this was not the place to be showing weakness. Not here of all places. It was too--ominous.

She'd gotten herself in deep in whatever this was, and she didn't even realize it. Was this related to Larxene?

Marluxia released her once they were in the room, his gaze sliding toward Xemnas. He had been waiting for them, just as Marluxia had thought he would be. There was a frown at the dismissal. It was too quick, in his opinion, for the trouble he had gone through in the first place, for having to hand her over when he had said he could handle everything.

But he bit his tongue and nodded before making his exit. He had at least done his part to regain some of the Superior's trust, it seemed, and that had been his goal in agreeing to this in the first place.

Xemnas says nothing for a long while after Number XI's departure, simply regarding the Nobody before him, watching her reactions, her body movements. She thought she was someone else, was that it? Who? For her, of all Nobodies, to make such a rapid change...

He frowns, then finally speaks out to her, like a leader calling for attention. "Number XII, Larxene, the Savage Nymph," are his only words. He's searching for recognition. For her to come forward with her story, her faults. He was not Marluxia; she should know him as her Superior.

There was no recognition, except in that she recognized the name Larxene. But XII, Savage Nymph, those meant nothing to her. Elenra watched him warily. Was it a case of mistaken identity? Would he kill her if he knew? She was silent, trying to discern the best way to answer him. Finally, she decided on just saying it outright.

"I'm not Larxene."

He wondered how long she would go on saying that. "Who is it you believe yourself to be?" he asks, stepping towards her, but not getting too close. Larxene was always a dangerous one when provoked; what was this... 'other' like?

Find what makes this lie and break it down to what it once was: the truth.

He was intimidating, that was certain. She held her ground, though, out of stubbornness if nothing else. Should she answer? ...She was afraid of what might happen if she didn't.

"Elenra. I'm Elenra."

"Elenra," he repeats with a chuckle. This was unexpected, of all the things! "I wonder, who awoke such a name in a Nobody's memory? Certainly not yourself. Someone has tampered with you, then? I wonder..." He laughs again, shaking his head.

He knew an Elenra, once. It had been a brief meeting, of course. Before she became the twelfth member of the Organization; Elenra, hardly a name for a Nobody. No, Larxene was the proper.

He tilts his head slightly to the side and regards her with a dull expression. "You are not Elenra," he tells her, bluntly.

A Nobody? What did that mean? She didn't like this man, his arrogance possibly beating out XI's. She scowled at him, anger burning inches beneath her skin even as she tried to hold it back.

"Of course I am, who are you to say I'm not?" she spat; looked like her anger wasn't so easy to cut back.

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