paixaorpg | When the fog rolls in. (Active/Closed)

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When the fog rolls in. (Active/Closed)

Character(s): Sara and Marluxia
Content: Sara's out in the fog, which is causing plenty of problems, but then she runs into someone she really didn't want to find.
Setting: East part of Paixao, near Vanaheim.
Time: Week 26, Night. During the fog event.
Warnings: Sara: Inappropriate words for Disney characters. Marluxia: Do I NEED to say anything? EDIT: Violence.

She'd been out looking for a place to get some things she needed, and had managed to stay out too long. When the artificial sunlight started to fade, she realized just how long she had been out. She'd made some notes on her journal before turning back to head down to the train station. She passed though the streets, the back of her mind nagging her that something was off...she hadn't seen, nor heard from Naja since she had arrived back in the city. The last time this happened, Naja was one of the first people to contact her.

It was getting foggy. How the hell? Sara wondered, looking up towards the tops of the domes, the fake moon starting to appear. A fog had rolled in when it got dark, something she hadn't experienced in the city before. As she kept walking, she took a wrong turn, ended up in a not so good part of the city. She took her hand out of her pocket, and left it at her side, within easy reach of the sidearm holstered there. One of the first things she did was arm herself again. Especially after a certain person showed up on her journal.

Her eyes darted from side to side, keeping an eye on each alleyway. The normal noises seemed louder and more ominous now, and she didn't know what to think about that... She sighed and pressed on, at this point wanting to get back to her hotel where there was more light... She wasn't a fan of this darkness at this point.

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Fog was not a common sight in Paixao. Whether or not it was a purposeful exclusion Marluxia was not certain, but the heavy mist that hung over the city now was something to take note of, and maybe something to be wary of. It was doubtful that his former coworkers had decided to put this into play for a vague imprint of amusement, and something told Marluxia he had a good idea who was to blame.

His hood pulled tight over his head and holding a cloth over his mouth and nose, Marluxia stood on the roof of one of the buildings in the gypsies' district, staring down at the few shadows that moved through the streets in order to see what sort of ailment--if any--they were being afflicted with. So far there was little information he could glean. His only option, it was beginning to look like, was to mix among the people himself, a shadow among shadows. He disliked the idea of exposing himself to this ominous weather, but, at the same time, he would rather not be stuck shying away from it if it was, indeed, nothing.

And then a familiar shape wandered past. Now what was she doing here? He called a Dark Corridor behind him and stepped back, the petals accompanying his disappearance drifting to the roof and streets below. They would soon be accompanied by more as another corridor opened, Marluxia stepping out from behind Sara. "Come to search for a friend, have you?" he asked, studying her every movement.

As she was walking, Sara got a slight feeling that she was being watched. She kept watching the streets, starting to slow a bit and pretend she belonged there, even though she KNEW she looked like an outsider. Glancing around, she looked up when she felt something hit her forehead, and saw a flower petal falling from the roof.

No..... She thought, before starting to walk quickly again. This didn't last long, because she heard a voice that made her pull her gun and turn to see the one person she didn't want to see again, and point the gun directly at him.

"And you care why?"

The sight of the gun brought a smirk to his lips. "I should have expected a warm welcome like this from you," he said, taking a few steps closer to her without concern. "I would put that away if I were you. I'm only here to talk. You don't want to frighten any of the people here, do you?"

He stopped a few yards away, giving Sara some space. "If you are searching for the one I think you are, I've been wondering where she went, too. Suspicious, isn't it? It's too bad... She was providing a great service to the city." One that he almost was able to take advantage of.

"What would frighten them? A woman pointing a gun at a man in a black cloak?" She made a 'humph' noise. "Honestly, even the citizens are sure to know of you and your...friends... at this point." She smirked. That little voice in the back of her head told her to keep that gun up. Of course, you could be becoming like your mother~ She shook her head, trying to get it to go away.

"What did you do to her?!" Sara demanded, leveling the gun right at his chest this time. Right at his heart~ "Where's Naja?"

"A woman with a gun is still a woman with a gun. And even if it is one of us, word will still get around. 'That woman shot a man,' is that what you really want them to say about you, Sara?" he asked, inclining his head. The hood cast shadows over his face, hiding his smirk. "But I thought I told you, the Organization and I are no longer 'friends,' so to speak." How many times would he have her repeat it? The coat's association was the price for anonymity, he supposed.

"If I knew where she was, I wouldn't be searching, would I?"

Edited 2010-11-10 02:54 (UTC)

"I honestly wouldn't care at this point." She said, although the grip loosened, as though his words were making a point to some part of her brain. That woman who shot a man...The child of a murderer. The cycle continues. After a second, she lowered the gun to her side again, although she didn't holster it. It was still a threat.

"And really, who cares? You might not be a part of the Organization, but that doesn't make you a good person." Her eyes narrowed at his last sentence. "And why are you looking for her?"

There... That was much better. It was amazing how much further one could get in a conversation when a gun wasn't being pointed at him. "Of course not. I have no emotions, or have you forgotten?" He took another few steps toward her. "A being without a heart. I only search for what I've lost, and lend aid to others so that we may both reach the goals we seek." His pride and his power, of course, but that was only for him to know for sure.

"Someone capable of performing a service like hers is a wealthy asset to anyone."

"If you get any closer, I swear you'll find out what a bullet feels like." She said, watching as he took those steps closer. "But, wait, you say you can't feel anything, would you feel that pain?" the grip on the gun was back to normal now, although it was still at her side.

"So what, you find your heart, you go back to normal?" She scoffed. "And what after that? I doubt you'd be satisfied."

The smile fell away from Marluxia's face at her threat, and instead the Nobody watched Sara in silence. He glanced down at the gun, and her grip on it. So aggressive... Something was going to have to change here.

In an instant, Marluxia appeared behind her and grabbed her wrists, wrenching the hand holding the gun upward and pinning the other hand behind Sara's back. "Obstinacy won't be tolerated," he told her, keeping his voice low, dangerous. "I suggest you give the gun to me."

Sara made a surprised noise when Marluxia grabbed her arms like that. Should have expected it... She heard her inner voice say as she struggled a bit to get away, before stopping, knowing that he wasn't going to let go.

"What, so you can shoot me with my own weapon? Right." She wasn't letting go of it for anything now.

"Shoot you?" The amusement was back, and he cocked an eyebrow, his face barely visible underneath the hood in the dark. "I only intend to make sure you won't shoot me. I have a weapon of my own, and if I was going to use it, I would have done so by now. I have no reason to harm you, unless you give me one. Now, are you going to hand it over or must I force it from your hands?" he asked.

There was something a little off here, he was beginning to notice. She had always been suspicious of him, yes, but never to this extent. What had caused this sudden change, he wondered?

"What weapon? A giant flower?" She spat at him, twisting her arm to try to get it away again. "Or wait, something pink? Even more fitting." She turned slightly to glare at him as best as she could in this position.

"Honestly, at this point you're going to have to force it from my hands. I'm not giving up my weapon to the one person I never want to see again."

Marluxia only tightened his grip, the smile on his face becoming more dangerous. "A shame."

A dark pool opened up beneath them, vines snaking out, winding around each limb and tightening--enough to hold her in place, but not to do too much damage. Marluxia released her wrists--there was no reason for him to hold them himself anymore--and instead turned his attentions to the firearm.

She knew she was in trouble when she heard that phrase and saw his face. So much trouble. It got worse when she saw the pool of darkness appear and the vines start wrapping around her legs and reaching up to her arms. She felt his grip release, only to be replaced with the vines.

Yep. She was screwed.

"Maybe now you'll be more willing to listen," he said, walking around the trapped CSI to face her again. He held out his hand, not far under hers. "Give me the gun." It was no longer a question.

She growled at him, resisting the urge to spit in his face.

"Fine." She let go of the gun, letting it drop into his hand. She just hoped he didn't destroy it in the end.

"Now what the hell do you want?"

Marluxia didn't even bother with a thank you, instead tucking the gun away, hidden from Sara. "I was wondering how you've been. Who you have seen, what you know. You've left and returned, that is something enough. I had been hoping your friend would be here as well, somewhere, but it seems she is as gone as you were."

His head cocked to the side a fraction. "So will you tell? Or are you going to continue with this foolish disobedience?"

"What do you think?" She snarled. She wasn't going to give him any information willingly. She knew he could see her memories anyway, so whatever she did or said really didn't matter. What she didn't tell him, he would just steal.

"Stubborn..." he whispered, neither tone nor face changing. "You could at least tell me where you learned this from. You were much better as you were before you returned. When you actually listened. You've grown... unreasonable. Dangerously unreasonable." He'd rather not have to get rid of her now, not when he still had so few pawns at his disposal, but if she was to be a weak link in the chain...

But he would tread lightly and keep that as a last resort. Even if the threat would stand. "And selfish."

"I've always been stubborn, haven't you noticed?" She struggled a little. "I just didn't show it all the time." She didn't mention trying find information on the Org in order to use it as leverage to keep herself from getting killed if she was found out as a spy. Probably a good thing.

"As for selfish, you should look at yourself first, you power hungry bastard."

As he began to lose patience, Marluxia's voice began to carry an edge to it. "And how many times has that reason been explained to you before? In order to even come close to having a hint of humanity, I need to reach my goal. Or would you rather see what the Organization would see done once they reach theirs?" The Graceful Assassin examined Sara through half-lidded eyes and wondered if he should remind her just who she was supposed to be against.

He was sure Larxene wouldn't mind having a toy to play with from time to time.

She met his gaze, her eyes showing him that there was a bit of fear there, but it was covered by something else. Stubbornness, whatever he wanted to call it, it was there. And it was keeping her from being scared out of her mind right now, considering the effects that fog was having.

"It's been explained plenty of times. I know what all of you are looking for. And I'll still lump you in with them, not matter what." She snarled at him. "I should have just shot you when I had the chance."

Marluxia shook his head, a mockery of a pitying expression on his face. For a moment he stared at the ground, sighing, but it wasn't long before his gaze snapped back up to meet hers. "It seems you are not in your right mind right now. You should be put somewhere safe until you return to your senses." A reminder it would be, then. He would have to get in contact with his Nymph once Sara was stored away.

"Let me go. Walk away. Since you have my weapon it's not like I can hurt you." She said. "Besides, I can live with going back to my room and pretending this never happened." She would prefer that this happened. At least until she could figure out what had been slipped into something she had eaten to make her feel this crazy.

Marluxia was silent for awhile. Now where had all of that stubbornness gone? It seemed she had finally learned her place, as well as gotten her priorities in order. There was still something wrong here, however, and Marluxia had every intention of keeping an eye on her. He would still contact Larxene as well, if only to see if she knew what it was that was going on. "If you can do that, you may," Marluxia finally said. "Think of this as a warning. If you try this again, there will be no more."

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