ext_1001662: (The Little Green Filled Kind)
http://cowardly-hero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cowardly-hero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-05-09 01:44 am

Weasels In The Bag [Completed]

Character(s): Larxene and Timon
Content: A battle of wits ensues as the two play a dangerous game
Setting: Haja o Que Houver to Larxene's lairbrary
Time: Week 5, Morning
Warnings: AAAAAAAAANGST

It was no surprise that Vyers would take some time to get ready for breakfast. As the pair had previously argued about just the day before, the man took far too long for Timon’s liking to prepare for the simplest of outings. With no patients, especially regarding his stomach, the meerkat chose to dine alone this morning opposed to with his bodyguard as usual. If he had to wait for the demon a minute longer he claimed that he would start eating the furniture, or at least try to. Waving to the Dark Adonis as he made his way to the door he assured the man that he would see him later that night, but not to wait up for him for dinner. He had other plans for the evening that did not involve Vyers.

Quickly heading down the stairs to the restaurant located within the hotel, the little rodent went over his plans for the day, starting with what he would have for breakfast. He had visited restaurant so often when he last lived in Haja o Que Houver he practically knew the menu by heart. Of course, Vyers’ poor ability to cook contributed greatly to these visits, but Timon never complained once (other than when the food took too long).

Walking down the long empty hallway to the main lobby the meerkat whistled calmly. Regardless of the start, today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-09 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Larxene had grown impatient with waiting for her toy to be delivered. What better way to ensure a game than to fetch the toy herself? And the rat never had been hard to find. She lost herself in the blond-haired crowd quite easily with her antennae-like hair hidden beneath a hat. But this would be quick. As she spotted Timon, she moved to portal behind him, reaching out to take him by the tail and cover his mouth. No need to cause a disruption, after all.

That would come later.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-10 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Tightening her grip as the meerkat's teeth sunk into her gloved hand, she brought Timon face to face with her. So little, so easily broken. Oh, how easily she could snap his neck. But killing him would ruin the fun and draw unneeded ire from the rest of the Organization.

"Now, now, is that any way to greet a friend?" Larxene purred as she stepped back into her swirling portal with her prize.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
There was nothing in her eyes as she watched Timon's pathetic attempt at begging for mercy silently. Nothing but amusement, and even that was hollow. And so she stepped through her portal to her library, dropping the meerkat into an oversized, empty fishbowl and plunking a dictionary over it.

She plunked herself into a chair before the bowl, rested her arms on the back of the chair and her head on her arms, and smiled.

"Why hello, Timon. Nice to see you again."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe if you'd turn around," she purred, giving the bowl an idle turn, not really expecting him to look at her but hoping she could maybe get him to fall over. It was all in the little details, after all. "You've been pretty smug lately, haven't you?"

She was almost cordial; definitely polite, certainly a strange sort of casual. This room, of course, didn't look like it had been wrecked or even touched--not affected by their little raid. If Timon even noticed, though, she didn't care.

"You couldn't have thought you'd go unnoticed."
Edited 2009-05-11 04:39 (UTC)

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Larxene smiled almost happily as Timon looked at her; she really did like playing with him, he was easy to move as she wished. She removed the dictionary for a moment, and felt along his neck for the collar--the animals in the city did tend to wear their journals along their necks. Ah, there it was. She slid a kunai out to cut it, making sure it bit ever so slightly into Timon's neck, and then replaced the book as she removed her hand, noting the device was recording and pressing the button to stop it.

"Now, now, Timon, that's not nice at all," she said, all false hurt as she crushed the journal in her hands. "And here I thought we could have a nice conversation."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Her smile thinned somewhat, but then twisted into something more vicious to make up for the lack. "You think you're so important?"

Really, maybe they would get along, Timon and their oh-so-wonderful Superior. But that was neither here nor there. She had business to attend to, and it was always a pleasure when business and fun combined.

"You don't have to say anything," she said, and phased through the meerkat (and the bowl, though that didn't matter much) to read his memories--more of a refresher than anything. "You must remember that, right? Now, what do you plan on doing? Can't you break out on your own? After all, you destroyed our--oh, what did you call it, our hideout?"

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"For someone who wasn't going to talk a moment ago you're certainly loud," she said, tapping the bowl like a child hoping for the fish to do something interesting. "I know very well you've no secrets."

And he was being nothing but annoying. Far too much talking about her--things he certainly didn't know about--not nearly enough talking about the toy. Time to change the subject.

"But you prefer talking about yourself, don't you? How about your friends? How are they doing?"

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't the one playing the games here--that was her job, and she wasn't going to let this rat press her buttons. No, she would continue relentlessly on her chosen path of attack, even if her patience--never much to begin with--was quickly wearing thin.

"That's good, this way they're not here to get in the way of you stealing all the credit, right? Not that anyone believes you."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Of course she was. There wasn't a Nobody in the Organization that could really be trusted, and they all knew that. Well, maybe the original six thought they had something, some sort of ties born from their connections as Somebodies. But Larxene wondered if the connections of people like they had been could mean much. Not that it mattered. Not that what Timon was saying mattered. She tilted her head, letting her hair bounce slightly, playfully.

"Aww, it's cute how you think you know what's going on," she said. "Tell me, who did you steal that information from? One of the resistance? You can't do a thing on your own after all; far too small and not nearly clever enough to manage."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
"And what makes you think you can call me that?" she asked, and there was just the slightest hint of the steel below the velvet, that venom she tried to keep concealed. "You think you're in control of them, don't you? The resistance, the city--the mayor, right? Do you still want to be the mayor, even after the old one died? My, brave of you. But you know you'll never get that sort of power."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You're trying to play a game you don't have the rules to," Larxene said, and really, it was almost a warning. He was out amongst sharks and he didn't even realize it--or maybe he did, and he thought he could deal with that. Either way, Larxene was sure, one of her favorite toys would be savaged, and she couldn't have that. "Pretend you know things and you'll attract all the wrong kinds of attention."

The problem, of course, was that he did know things--he'd been in Paixao for a long time, and having his memories stored in her head, she could see just how much he knew about them. But she wouldn't tell the others, wouldn't even tell Marluxia, because--

Because he hadn't seen fit to tell her about their deaths.

That would have to be dealt with. Later.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-11 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
She tapped a kunai on the glass now, in time to some imagined beat. She didn't like his tone. Maybe she'd rip his tongue out. "For you, of course. Why wouldn't I worry about such a dear little friend?"

She smiled, trying to put her facade back where it should be. She was a Nobody, it wasn't as if she could feel. But Timon--Hm, it was a pity she couldn't hurt him. Still she tapped on the glass, and debated filling the thing with water.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Aww, but you're so much fun to play with, surely that means we're something," Larxene purred. Now, while exchanging casual banter was--amusing, it was about time she put the meerkat in his place. Really, he was starting to grow annoying, and oh the trouble she'd be in if she were to kill him.

Plus, she wouldn't be able to play with him later. Fragile toys were such trouble to take care of.

"You, and the people who use you, have been up to quite a bit of trouble lately, hm?" she continued. "Though who knows how much you've actually accomplished.

--Not you specifically, of course. You've accomplished nothing of note on your own."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-20 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, forgive me, you use them," she said, like a mother entertaining her child's silly fantasies. "Either way someone ends up used. That's bound to end badly, you know."

She dragged her kunai against the glass of the fish bowl, delighting in the squeal of protest she earned from the bowl. As for Timon, well, she was quite amused. Apparently his ego had inflated even more; she didn't like it. She wanted that pathetic creature she'd seen outside the gates to return. If only she could really shock it out of him...

But no.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-21 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Larxene watched with a sort of detached fascination for a moment before she, still with her hand so close to the bowl, steadied it, pushing it from the edge. Her smile had taken on a more vicious edge than before.

"See, that's what you are," she said, tapping on the bowl for emphasis. "A scared little animal in a cage. For all you pretend to be a mayor, you're a rat. Who would rely on you for anything?"

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-22 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Larxene sighed--the meerkat was so melodramatic. She shook the bowl, hard. The book that kept the meerkat trapped slid and fell off the top. It landed, with a heavy thunk, on the floor.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-22 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
Larxene's eyes narrowed--the damned rat, scurrying about. She moved to and slammed the door in an instant.

"Where are you going, Timon?" she called, hiding her anger in cotton candy sweetness. "Running around like a terrified animal. Because that's what you are, you know."

She floated above the ground, still, looking for movement.

"In many worlds--and I would know--animals can't speak. Do you think anyone trusts something that shouldn't even be able to speak?"

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Such a stupid little rodent, crawling around on the floor," she continued, still not touching down on the ground. "Shouldn't you stand up for yourself? Or would you rather cower? You know I'm stronger than you; you know I could kill you if I wanted to. What hope do you have of standing up to anyone when they could kill you by stepping on you?"

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't coming out? Pity--or not. That just meant she'd have to give him a bit of incentive. She sent electricity crawling across the floor in all directions: not enough to seriously injure the meerkat, but enough to give him a good jolt. She remained still other than to move the electricity downward.

"They do experiments with rats, you know," she said conversationally. "With electric mazes. Maybe that's suitable for you."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, there he was. Well, it was easy enough to stop him, then. She jolted the meerkat with enough electricity to immobilize his muscles (not his heart, though, no need to kill the pathetic little thing yet), and then moved to pick him up--after all, electricity was nothing to her.

"Just the same as a rat."

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Larxene smiled, gripping Timon so he could not squirm much. She liked him better like this, begging for mercy that she'd never give. Now to twist the knife a bit.

"See, when it comes down to it, when things are at their most difficult, you're a coward after all. And you expect to stand up to us? You haven't a chance. You'd be better off staying quiet and going along with things."

He wouldn't have a choice.

[identity profile] mercurialectric.livejournal.com 2009-05-25 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, this was exactly what she wanted to hear. She patted him on the head. Her job was done here.

"Very well," she said, seeming to relent. "I think it's enough, hm? Just a little bit of... Assurance, that you won't go back on your word, and you're free to go, hmm?"

She was practically chipper--and really, this had been a good day for her. She called up a Nobody and handed the meerkat over to him.

"Off to everyone's favorite scientist with you," she said, and now her voice dripped sarcasm. "Be sure to tell him Larxene sent you~!"