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paixaorpg2009-07-06 09:35 pm
11deadlypetals.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2009-07-06 09:35 pm
The 13th Dilemma [completed]
Character(s): Marluxia and Larxene
Content: Ready...? FIGHT!
Setting: Starting at G4, moving all over (Notable stops: edge of H3 and I3 to the Train Station [J6], train wrecked at L7)
Time: Week 8, a few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Violence. Lots of it.
Marluxia could feel neither rage nor frustration. He couldn't feel fury. He couldn't feel fear. But memories of those emotions raced through his head, each one showing on his face but never reaching his eyes. Those remained cold, dead pools of blue, an unsettling effect that even the citizens out on this night could feel, and so they kept their distance from him. That he had yet to dismiss his scythe likely didn't warm them up to him any more.
He had appeared just outside of Vanaheim, pushing past the crowds and into the city. The wound in his side was slow to heal, though he had been forcing himself to push past the pain in his arm. No doubt they were after him now. He would need every advantage he could find, and pain was nothing in comparison to being erased. He wouldn't allow it.
The Graceful Assassin pulled his hood up shortly before he approached a building, resting only momentarily against it. His eyes scanned the area, scrutinizing every inch of it for any sign of an enemy.
Content: Ready...? FIGHT!
Setting: Starting at G4, moving all over (Notable stops: edge of H3 and I3 to the Train Station [J6], train wrecked at L7)
Time: Week 8, a few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Violence. Lots of it.
Marluxia could feel neither rage nor frustration. He couldn't feel fury. He couldn't feel fear. But memories of those emotions raced through his head, each one showing on his face but never reaching his eyes. Those remained cold, dead pools of blue, an unsettling effect that even the citizens out on this night could feel, and so they kept their distance from him. That he had yet to dismiss his scythe likely didn't warm them up to him any more.
He had appeared just outside of Vanaheim, pushing past the crowds and into the city. The wound in his side was slow to heal, though he had been forcing himself to push past the pain in his arm. No doubt they were after him now. He would need every advantage he could find, and pain was nothing in comparison to being erased. He wouldn't allow it.
The Graceful Assassin pulled his hood up shortly before he approached a building, resting only momentarily against it. His eyes scanned the area, scrutinizing every inch of it for any sign of an enemy.
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"You know how word gets around," she said, tilting her head. "The castle is Saix's now. The witch, too."
That was a bit disappointing, but nothing she couldn't deal with. After all, she and the witch were the only girls, and well, they needed a bit of girl time, didn't they?
This confirmed even more that Marluxia knew the replica had known about her death, and his, and everything. This entire situation was his own fault. Pity for him; she would have stayed helping him had he only told her the truth. But that was how things worked in the Organization--no alliance was permanent.