http://onabluemoon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] onabluemoon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-12-14 09:01 pm
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You are no longer welcome here [active]

Character(s): Saïx and Marluxia
Content: Saïx runs across the wayward Assassin. Fighting ensues
Setting: Out on the streets of Paixao
Time: Dusk, week 15
Warnings: violence, at the least

Contrary to what some might have believed, tracking the former was not a simple task. While he was able to get some help from the Lessers, he could hardly use his Berserkers without announcing his hand in this, and the Dusks were nowhere near as helpful in a search as his own. But with a lack of emotions came a certain amount of patience.

Thus, his presence just outside where Marluxia seemed to have been holing himself up, these past weeks. He made no effort to announce himself, however. A traitor didn't deserve that sort of courtesy. Not when his very life should have been forfeit weeks ago. The only warning given would be the sound of the door being rather rudely hauled open. It was all he deserved.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2009-12-15 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
The Graceful Assassin's head shot up at the sudden noise and he scowled at the familiar silhouette in the doorway. So... they had finally managed to find him, had they? No matter. He would defeat the Superior's lapdog and make his escape. They still had so far to go, after all.

In one swift motion, Marluxia grabbed a stack of nearby papers, storing them away and summoning his scythe. The Nobody fell back into a defensive position, eying Saix cautiously. "Closed quarters don't suit either of us."
Edited 2009-12-15 06:35 (UTC)

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
A smirk was the only reply Saix would receive before Marluxia charged forward, disappearing at the last second in a shower of petals and reappearing behind him, scythe raised. He had what he needed. Everything else could be obtained once more at a later time.

"A secret I intend to keep," he said simply, and brought his weapon down.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2009-12-30 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Marluxia pressed further, his smug expression fading into a frown as he concentrated on the task at hand. He jumped backwards as he realized the Luna Diviner's claymore wasn't about to budge anytime soon, flourishing his scythe as he landed. Offering his opponent a dismissive "Hmph," Marluxia brought his scythe, crackling with energy, down in an arc, sending a crescent wave toward Saix.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2009-12-31 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Marluxia's eyes widened, and before he could react, the Nobody was slammed against the wall. He slid to the floor, hissing a pained breath through his teeth, and sat there for a time, stunned. The Graceful Assassin soon recovered, pushing himself to his feet.

Again he moved behind Saix, more to give himself more time than to perform a serious sneak attack. Another wave of energy was sent in his opponent's direction, followed by a leap back. The second Marluxia's feet touched the ground, he spun his scythe and drove it into the floor, opening up a large portal of darkness brimming with thorns.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Marluxia thrust his scythe in front of him with the intent of blocking the attack sent his way. The wave split before him, surging past either side of him, close enough for him to feel the power behind it. Marluxia needed to leave. If not to escape the scene of the battle entirely, then at least the house itself. There was too little room to maneuver, too little he could do. Saix had the obvious advantage and from the looks of things, he knew it.

But he still had one trick up his sleeve, even in these cramped quarters, and if the Superior could fall for it, then perhaps Saix as well. Slender vines snaked through the air around Saix, twisting together, with petals making lazy orbits around each cord. They formed a very loose cage around the Nobody, moving as he did, but otherwise doing seemingly no damage.

Marluxia readied himself for Saix's next strike, scythe raised defensively, and waited.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-01-14 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Marluxia grimaced as Saix cut through the vines, having hoped his opponent would leave them be a moment longer. The explosion would have given him the opening he needed to escape, no matter how great or little the damage caused. As it was, Marluxia could only teleport out of the way.

He moved farther back, almost to the wall now, and threw his arm forward, sending a forceful gale in Saix's direction with the aim of gaining some ground.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Saix losing his head was the last thing Marluxia wanted. Going against Saix when he went berserk was practically a death sentence to one who didn't have a plan, and especially when one had been so suddenly dropped in on.

Marluxia pulled his scythe around in an attempt to meet Saix's strike with one of his own. While he couldn't hold off the berserker's blows for very long due to the other's strength and heavier weapon, he could at least attempt to deflect them. No doubt it would help Marluxia save some of his strength, as well.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-01-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Every strike parried made his arms shake, and after a few blows, Marluxia began to lose ground. He grit his teeth and continued to counter, but it was obvious that he couldn't keep it up. He was beginning to slow down, and soon he would slip.

((argh, sorry for shortness))

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-01-20 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
The clash of metal against metal, the shriek of blades scraping against one another, claymore and scythe moving in a blur of movement... It was all Marluxia saw, all he heard. He would not be struck down here. Not if he could help it. Not by the Organization. Not by Xemnas's lapdog.

The parries came slower and slower until finally Saix struck true. Marluxia had seen the blow coming and had attempted to dodge as much of it as he could, but he was still sent staggering backward, a gash opening across his chest. He put a hand over it almost reflexively, drawing in a shaky breath as he slowly looked up to face his opponent. Marluxia's expression shifted to a mask of shock and anger, but his blue eyes remained as dead as ever.

One thought continued to echo through the Graceful Assassin's mind: How dare he?

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Marluxia practically snarled in response to Saix's smile, and as Saix moved to close the distance between them, Marluxia thrust his arm forward. "Enough!" White "thorns" of energy snaked through the air, twisting around one another as they made their way to their target.

No holding back. He would forget these surrounding walls and strike as he saw fit.

((fff once again, short. Sorry for taking so long to reply, too))

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-02-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Marluxia managed to avoid most of the blow as he dodged, but there was a gash from his side from the Claymore, and his hand immediately went to the wound, but only for a second. The memory of his anger vivid within him, Marluxia pushed through the pain and brought his scythe down in a diagonal slice not once, but twice as he made his advance.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-02-02 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
As his scythe made his cut, Marluxia's anger was replaced by his usual arrogance, but it was all too brief and the smirk fell away from his face as Saix's eyes began to glow with a familiar, dangerous energy.

Marluxia was no fool. He had gotten his strike in, a fair enough revenge for now. It would be difficult to fight Saix as he was on the best of days. Like this, Marluxia had no chance. Darkness flowed around him as the Graceful Assassin opened up a corridor, intending to leave as soon as possible.

Doubtful though it was he would even escape like this unscathed, it was better than being run through.

[identity profile] 11deadlypetals.livejournal.com 2010-02-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
A coward's tactic that would ensure his ongoing survival. Even so, he felt the claymore's bite as it struck his arm and chest. With a cry of pain, Marluxia's scythe disappeared in a flash of light, and the Nobody was only barely saved from the final strike as he was fully enveloped by the portal.

He disappeared without a trace to recover.