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paixaorpg2009-06-07 01:45 pm
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Betrayal for Betrayal [Active]
Character(s): Larxene, Zexion
Content: Larxene pays Zexion a visit, post-Elenra.
Setting: ?
Time: morning, week seven
Warnings: Larxene and Zexion
It was rare Larxene came calling on other Organization members without being called. But this was a very peculiar set of circumstances--the entire previous week had been--and so she found herself opening a portal and stepping through to pay a visit to Zexion.
He had his own motives, Larxene was sure, but Zexion had helped her in the previous week. And Marluxia had betrayed her. And Xemnas had--well, she didn't want to think about that, and relished in the ability to put it aside so easily. What good were hearts that prevented such things? But she was fair; she hated liars, and would repay betrayal with betrayal.
And oh, did Marluxia know a thing or two about betrayal.
She stepped out into Zexion's usual haunt. Her voice wasn't its usual chirp; it was more emotionless than she normally used, more serious as a result. She was still reveling in not having to show any tone in her voice. "Zexion, are you in?"
Content: Larxene pays Zexion a visit, post-Elenra.
Setting: ?
Time: morning, week seven
Warnings: Larxene and Zexion
It was rare Larxene came calling on other Organization members without being called. But this was a very peculiar set of circumstances--the entire previous week had been--and so she found herself opening a portal and stepping through to pay a visit to Zexion.
He had his own motives, Larxene was sure, but Zexion had helped her in the previous week. And Marluxia had betrayed her. And Xemnas had--well, she didn't want to think about that, and relished in the ability to put it aside so easily. What good were hearts that prevented such things? But she was fair; she hated liars, and would repay betrayal with betrayal.
And oh, did Marluxia know a thing or two about betrayal.
She stepped out into Zexion's usual haunt. Her voice wasn't its usual chirp; it was more emotionless than she normally used, more serious as a result. She was still reveling in not having to show any tone in her voice. "Zexion, are you in?"