paixaorpg | Weasels In The Bag [Completed]

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.

It was wise of the Nobody to act quickly; it left little time for the meerkat to react when the familiar stench of the darkness reached his nose. In fact, he had almost missed it with the Organization being the last thing on his mind at the moment. When the scent did click however, his eyes grew wide in realization and walk to a dead halt. An Organization member’s presence around him was far more than coincidence. If they were here, they were here for him. There was no other explanation and no other thing to do then run. He barely had enough time to think, let alone attempt to fight them. Oh, how he had feared this day.

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.

Edited 2009-05-09 07:35 (UTC)

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.

It had to be her, didn’t it? Of all thirteen Organization members, Larxene just had to be the one to catch him. Timon was unsure if he was surprised by this, though he was certainly scared. No, he was petrified. His little heart pounded so loudly you could almost hear it when he found himself face to face with the Nobody.

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.

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."

Timon didn’t quite understand what the Nobody had put him in, but if he did he would have certainly been insulted by it. Immediately after being deposited into the bowl, he flew up toward the hole only to find it quickly covered by a large and heavy book. His head hit it just as Larxene placed it down, sending the meerkat flying back down onto his bottom. He did not rest there long, however. As fast as he had fallen he was on his feet again, trying to lift the book off.

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.”

Edited 2009-05-11 02:52 (UTC)

"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)

Larxene's wish was only partly granted; the sudden movement was enough to cause the rodent to lose his balance, but not fall over. He scrambled for a moment, flailing his arms in order to prevent himself from falling. For anyone else the tactic would have likely failed, but for Timon it oddly worked. He eyed the Nobody irritably after he had regained proper balance, paws resting under his chin once again which he used to rub thoughtfully.

“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?”

Edited 2009-05-11 05:11 (UTC)

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."

He wasn’t smiling anymore. As soon as Larxene removed the dictionary he shuffled back against the wall of the bowl to avoid her reach. None the less, she easily caught him by the collar and, in one smooth action, cut it off. Timon winced, feeling the blade cut into him. He gave out a small cry, mostly out of surprise, but nothing more other than a dirty look to the Nobody. His paw clutched his wound as he watched her crush not only his journal, but his plans of escaping.

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.”

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?"

Oh, he remembered that. He hated that. A gasp escaped him when the Nobody read his memories, a growl shortly following. The rodent clenched his fist as Larxene appeared in front of him, tightening his hold of his neck as well. He must have made her mad, what he wanted. But if this plan didn’t work accordingly it would likely be his funeral – literally. Timon grimaced at the thought.

“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.”

Edited 2009-05-11 06:14 (UTC)

"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?"

Timon proceeded to carefully watch Larxene as she drew near; looking through the glass at the spot she had tapped with little reaction other than a blink. He didn’t mind disappointing her, certainly not after she had disappointed him. Changing subjects like that, that was uncalled for. The Nobody was far more interesting than him, but only under these circumstances alone. Any other he was more interesting as far as he was concerned.

“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?”

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."

If he couldn’t press her buttons, he wouldn’t let her press his. He knew what she was trying to do, and surely she somewhat what he was. Surprisingly, his own patience were equally as short as the Nobodies, though wearing away a lot slower then hers. Waiting for her was definitely getting tiring, however. There was no denying that. Getting the other to ‘crack’ was difficult. The meerkat rubbed his nose and then crossed his arms across his chest.

“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.”

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."

“You know I know what’s going on.” Timon corrected her, spinning an appendage in the air as he began to pace. “You didn’t actually think you were the only Organization member I talk to, did you? I’m getting to know the whole ‘family’. Geez, they really are leaving you outta the loop. I’ve probably told too much to you already if you didn’t know that. I was right though; I really don’t have anything to say to you, especially after a claim like that. Too small, hu? Not nearly as clever… Who are we talking about here, you? Almost sounds like- No, no. Never mind, it's your fault you can't see it - and it ruins their fun.”

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.”

"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."

“I’ve had more power then you’ll ever have.” The meerkat snapped back, brave enough to show his own frustration – though it was nowhere near as dangerous as Larxene’s. “You think you’re really as high and mighty, important, as those higher ups? Please, even now you’re under their control and you don’t even know it. You’re just following their orders, being their obedient little hound. And for what, hu? A heart? You think they’ll actually give you one? If anything, they’ll take it from you!”

"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.

“Wrong for who; for you, for me, for them?” he casually asked. Larxene’s warning was clear enough, though he didn’t understand why she of all people would bother to try and warn him. It wasn’t as though she cared, not unless if affected her in some way. If she were ‘winning’ the game she probably would not have mentioned it. Although, it could have just as easily been a simple thought. None the less, this was getting tiring.

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.

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.

The redhead didn’t have to read minds to know the girl was thinking of something nasty. He moved away from the glass her kunai tapped against, watching to see whether or not she would puncture a hole in it. In case she chose to lift the dictionary from the top, he sat himself down just under it so he could spring out the moment she removed it.

“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.

Edited 2009-05-11 08:45 (UTC)

"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."

Timon crossed his arms across his chest, showing great dislike at the idea of being a ‘toy’. It wasn’t the first time he’d been considered such; predators would always play with members of his colony at home before devouring them – though he highly doubted Larxene would ever eat him. The thought itself was greatly appalling. He frowned at her in return of her words.

“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.”

Edited 2009-05-18 17:00 (UTC)

"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.

He didn’t say anything in return. Not because he believed she was right, nor out of fear from her words. But rather the sound she produced with her kunai against the bowls glass. The sharp sound immediately caused the meerkat to chafe, placing his paws over his ears in an attempt to block out the sound. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all! His fur rose on end as the noise continued to enter his ears, regardless of his efforts to prevent it.

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.

Edited 2009-05-20 16:28 (UTC)

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?"

Timon didn’t say anything in response to Larxene, though his expression made it very clear he had a lot to say. His face notably hardened as he threw himself against the glass harder, more desperately than before. As much as he hated to admit it, it was difficult to ignore the Nobodies words in person. Even more so avoid thinking about her words in person. Over the journals he just had to close the device and it was over with, he could occupy his mind with something else. Here he was stuck and he had to listen regardless if he wanted to or not.

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.

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.

It didn’t matter how stupid it looked, it was the fact that it had worked. Of course, Timon believed himself to be quiet the talented actor and his performance, though outrageously overdramatic, was award worthy, but that was of little importance. Aside from scoring an Oscan nomination, he had hoped playing dead would convince Larxene to remove the heavy dictionary, if only to poke at him curiously. Instead he found himself flying forward, hitting the glass with his face before hitting the back of his head against it multiple times.

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.

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?"

They trusted something that shouldn’t speak before they did something that didn’t have a heart he thought to himself. The response he received when educating others on the ‘unique’ anatomy of an Organization member’s form always brought some form of shock. He was sure in just as many worlds that animals didn’t talk people didn’t normally go without hearts either. He refrained from commenting however and ran away from Larxene in search of another door.

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.

"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?"

He could hear her, but he couldn’t see her. As frightening as it was, it was also very frustrating. Timon didn’t know where she was coming from. His eyes franticly searched the floor for her feet when her voice grew closer but found nothing. He scooted back, further under the couch where only his eyes could be seen in the darkness if one were to look beneath the furniture. It wasn’t the cleverest of places to hide, but the space was tight. Maybe Larxene would think he was too fat to squeeze under it among other things.

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.

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."

That did it. Unable to help himself, Timon screamed out in surprise when hit with the current of electricity Larxene had emitted. He covered his mouth immediately after, but it was useless. He’d already given away his position. He had to change hiding spots. Now.

Sliding out from under the couch, the meerkat raced toward the bookshelves without looking back.

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."

Timon didn’t know what had happened. One minute he was running, the next he was on the ground. He remembered being shocked a second time, screaming out pain, then after that he couldn’t move. Regardless how many times he tried, he could not lift his arms, his legs, anything. His body twitched perpetually; shocked by the electric current that had stricken him. It had left a painful sting that traveled down his body with each twitch it made.

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!”

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.

"I'm a coward, I'm a coward!" Timon repeated, falling apart before the Nobody. If he weren't a coward, he certainly wouldn't be crying his eyes out and pleading for his life as he was in front of Larxene. No, he'd go with acceptance, dignity and pride. It was the stuff hero’s were made out of. Hero’s which he was not among. At least, he didn’t think so. Hero’s were always the bigger guys, anyway. He was just a runt, what chance did he have?

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.”

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~!"

Weasels In The Bag [Completed]

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