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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.
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.
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That would come later.
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He was just turning to run back to his hotel room when he felt something grab his tail. A gasp escaped him, but nothing more after a gloved hand threw itself over his mouth. Who it belonged to remained a mystery, he had yet to look at the Organization member, but he immediately he sunk his teeth into it. Biting down as hard as he could, he kicked wildly in hopes of freeing himself, regardless of how useless he knew it was. Just because he was easy to catch it did not mean he had to cooperate with them and go easily too.
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"Now, now, is that any way to greet a friend?" Larxene purred as she stepped back into her swirling portal with her prize.
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It had never been his first initial thought, especially when he had thought of such an occurrence in the past, but instead of fighting he stared into the girl’s eyes pleadingly. The attempt of course was useless, her eyes only proving to be empty - though not completely. That however, was what worried the little meerkat the most.
What he saw was far more frightening than anything she could ever do to him, or so he hoped as darkness surrounded him and all went black.
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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."
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It did not take very long for the rodent to realize he could not lift the dictionary, though he continued to try. He had to escape. It didn’t matter how, especially under these circumstances, but he just had to, otherwise he’d be too injured to in the future – assuming of course he got out of this. Timon bit his lip at the thought. Then again, it brought about many situations he had been able to weasel himself out of. That gave him hope. If he could weasel his way out of those, he could certainly get out of this. He was the brains of the outfit. Thinking on his toes was what he did best… He just had to get to the thinking part.
Keeping his back to the Nobody, he slowly brought his arms down and clasped his paws together. He brought them under his chin, looking ahead of him in thought. His lips twisted into an unusual smirk.
“Can't say the same about you.”
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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."
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“I shouldn’t?” he asked, keeping his head down. His eyes wandered around the bowl as he began to pace. By the looks of it he was a lot safer in the containment the Organization member had placed him into than anything else. This he could use to his advantage. “I mean, I did destroy your last little hideout and you definitely didn’t see that coming. Course I was hoping I’d get noticed by someone a little higher then you – not that your company isn’t riveting."
The meerkat paused, his back to Larxene once again. It then he clicked the record button on his journal, what he'd been playing with on his collar the entire time under his chin. He carefully hid the device, however, rubbing his chin once again. "Geez, this is kinda disappointing. Hey, if I get Vyers or someone to rescue me you think you could get someone higher in the ranks to pick me up?”
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"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."
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Now he needed a plan B.
“I don’t have anything to say to you.” The meerkat told her. “I want to talk to The Superior, the one really calling the shots here.”
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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?"
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“Please, I’m an escape artist. Like a magician, I never reveal my secrets. But you seem ta know me pretty well. Why don’t you tell me what I’m gunna do? I’m the only one you’ll ever get to. We both know the Superior, never mind the rest of them, will ever let you truly have your way. You don’t need to read your memories to be able to tell that. You’re just Eleven, you’re not important – not to mention the fact that you’re totally predictable. A leader needs to be wise, strong, and… Well, everything you’re not.”
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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?"
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“They’re not here.” The meerkat replied, choosing to ignore her previous comments. “Probably home again. Now I’m about as alone as you in this place. The rest of those Mooks in the city hardly make up for their company.” Bringing his paw down from his neck, he examined the small amount of blood that stained his fur idly. “How are your ‘friends’? Last I heard they were rebuilding. How’s that project going – or did they leave you outta that too?”
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"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."
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“Like the others get in the way of you doing the things you want? Scared you’re going to give away their ‘secret plans’ – or maybe they just want you to think that. Maybe they’re hiding those from you too. You’re untrustworthy.”
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"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."
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The meerkat stopped to look up at Larxene, then shook his head. “You just do exactly what they told you to do, predictable Eleven… Their little puppet.”
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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.
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Looking the bowl over, he noted the near table edge. If he could somehow push the bowl off the table he could free himself without having to use Larxene. He liked that idea a lot more than his original two.
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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.
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“Don’t kid yourself, we’re not friends.” He assured her. There had been a time, however, when he called her such thing. He had just arrived in the city and was exceedingly gullible. She had easily deceived him back then, but he liked to think he could see through her lies and little games now. Larxene had been in Paixao as long as he had, maybe longer. He knew almost as much as she did; the bar wavered between them regarding knowledge of the city. If one knew something, the other was not far from the other in obtaining it. At least, that’s what it felt like. If Timon was asked about it, he would declare himself the superior, having always known more than the Nobody though. No surprise. It was a shame someone he'd known for so long was no other then an enemy.
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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."
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“No one uses me; I use them.” The meerkat stated firmly. “Everything they’ve accomplished was because of me, regardless what you think. I’ve accomplished plenty. I know what you’re trying to do here and lemme tell you, it ain’t gunna work. If you know what's good for you and your Organization you'll let me go and maybe I'll let you off easy.”
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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.
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She was taking her time now, wasn’t she? Just waiting for him to crack… This was different, and as far as he was concerned, far crueler. Opposed to simply stabbing him through the back and getting it over with she seemed to pick a slower approach. It was leaving him time to think, but at this point it hardly helped. He couldn’t concentrate as clearly as before, not with the fish bowls angry squeal entering his ears. Knowing this was entirely his fault. That he was losing the game. That he was going to die.
Suddenly the meerkat sprang to life, ramming himself against the side of the bowl closest to the table edge. No, he was going to win her stupid game and he was going to live to rub it in her face, no matter what it took. For now, however, he would pay her no mind as he continued to throw himself against the bowls side in hopes of knocking it off the table.
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"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?"
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Naturally, she was right about him. He really was just a scared little animal: scared of being hated, of being alone, scared of dying hated and alone. He was just pretending to be mayor out of a love of power, power he would never have. Power to protect his friends, to protect himself, but so far he’d only managed to hurt them. As for being a rat, well, he might as well be considered a rat for the way he acted. But there were a lot of people that relied on him, just as he relied on them. The only difference was that he’d let them down and not just once.
The meerkat stopped, resting against the glass for a moment in exhaustion. His back continued to face the girl, but not for long. Shortly after he had stopped running into the bowls side, his form began to slouch. His paws threw themselves over his chest as he gave a gasp and began to teeter. As Timon tried to step back he began to fall from a loss of balance, landing perfectly on his back. His wide frightened eyes gazed into Larxene’s for a second - then closed as he became lifeless.
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It figured she would shake it before sticking her hand inside. It wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but it still got the job done; it removed the heavy book from the top. Hearing it hit the floor, the meekat shot out of the bowl faster than a bullet from a gun. He wasn’t sure exactly where he would go, but as long as it was away from her he was sure anywhere would do.
Jumping down from the table, Timon began what was to become a race around the room in search of the nearest door.
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"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?"
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Another door that could not be found.
Well, that was just his luck, wasn’t it? A room with only one door, that was perfect. With nowhere to go, the only thing Timon could think to do was hide. Since he had realized the only door was closed, he had stopped just behind a couch out of the Nobodies sight. He knew she would be watching for him to run out, and he would have greatly preferred to hide in one of the many bookshelves, but for now hiding under the couch would have to suffice. He watched carefully for her feet.
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The meerkat kept his paws firmly over his mouth, holding it shut to prevent an unneeded outburst. It was like the Nobody knew just what to say to get him mad. Then again, it wasn’t that hard. The hard part was not saying anything in return. He should have been standing up for himself, especially when he was anything but stupid! A stupid rodent wouldn’t know half as much as he did… But a smart one wouldn’t have been captured so easily either. He frowned at the thought, but caught something in the process: Larxene’s shadow. It was right in front of the couch.
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"They do experiments with rats, you know," she said conversationally. "With electric mazes. Maybe that's suitable for you."
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Sliding out from under the couch, the meerkat raced toward the bookshelves without looking back.
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"Just the same as a rat."
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Now he was helpless. He had lost their little game. And now, now he had to pay.
Out of ideas, and options, he watched Larxene approach him. He pleaded for his legs to move, but they shared no sympathy. All he could do was watch her. His eyes begged her to stop as his lips trembled in fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this. He wanted to go home, he wanted to see his friends again, his family. It had been years since he’d left the colony, years since he’d seen them. He missed his mother, father, even Max. He missed his mother’s arms around him, her kind words and comforting thoughts. She had always praised him, even when he knew he knew he hadn’t deserved it. He knew why she did it though. He knew why she’d done everything. When you had a kid of your own, you knew.
He knew he had never been perfect, his father and uncle had always pointed that out. At least, while they could. He couldn’t deny it either. His world had never sparked much interest to him. Living in the ground, lower than dirt itself, it was demeaning. A meerkat’s life was drab as it got. Then again, he always had been a lousy meerkat. He was a pathetic digger, a terrible sentry scout… He caused more problems with his presence alone than anything else. He let everyone down.
Running away changed things though. It was a good idea at the time – actually, it was a good idea for a long time. If he ran away, if he forgot it, he thought he could escape it. The past wouldn’t be as painful if it was forgotten, left behind. Of course, one never could run forever. The past had its ways of finding you, and it had definitely found Timon, even in Paixao.
Memories began to play in his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He was convinced this was the end.
“P-please.” The meerkat began, struggling to speak. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything… Anything!”
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"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.
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He knew his place, Larxene showed him that.
“I’ll be quiet.” He continued, desperate to win her inexistent heart over. “I’ll go along with anything you want. Tell me what to do. Just don’t kill me. Please, don’t.”
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"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~!"