paixaorpg | Reunion Whispers [completed]

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Reunion Whispers [completed]

Character(s): Marluxia and Larxene
Content: Marly and Larxy meet up again
Setting: Path between the library and the art museum
Time: Afternoon, week 22, tiiiiny bit backdated
Warnings: Evil?

Marluxia wasn't foolish enough to not be wary of this meeting. His talk with Larxene over the journals had been a fairly amiable one and there was no reason to think she carried any lingering animosity from before, but it was always difficult to tell whether or not a person without emotions was lying. He kept an even pace as he walked to the place where they would meet, keeping alert for any sign of the Savage Nymph.

Even if it turned out to be a trap, he wouldn't be taken by surprise, and this time he wouldn't be injured before then. Marluxia kept his thoughts hidden, however, a calm, if not peaceful, smile on his face.

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Larxene sauntered down a path stealthily, her heels clicking the concrete softly as she made her way towards the location her and Marluxia decided to meet in. A sly, almost expectant smirk was on her face, hidden by her hood. She hadn't forgotten what he had done, but karma would come in due time. And it would be too obvious if she did anything now, anyway. So far, her goal was to...bond their broken links again. That, and she decided she didn't want a Heart. The idea of believing she had the opportunity to get one sort of propelled her into wanting it. Yet, it was when she pondered about her precious toys that she came to a realization: it was better not having emotions. She could throw somebody into a running car, watch them die, and not feel a thing. Maybe laugh at the hilarious sight, but even then those were "memories" doing so. With a Heart, it will do nothing but weight heavily on the body. She remembered very well what it was like to have one. It was painful. It held her back. And she could do without the weakness. Watching people suffer will satisfy her just fine...it was how she, for once, felt lively as a Nobody. Which is why she also questioned if she really would live without a Heart, in that case.

The conclusion she came to was: she got one, she didn't get one, it meant nothing. She was mildly interested, if at all, in the whole thing now, and she really didn't care. As long as she was entertained, that's all that mattered. In fact, she was already planning her next torment. Not that this got Marluxia off the hook yet. Breaking off her thoughts, she spotted a familiar figure as she turned the corner, attempting to look unassuming, though her smirk was slightly more curled. It had been quite a long while since she had seen him, after all.

Approaching the man and stopping after a few short steps, she weighted herself on one leg, a hand on her hip as her glinting eyes gave him a once over. There was silence, until she let out a small, sardonic giggle. "Long time no see, Marluxia."

Marluxia's head turned a fraction at the familiar clicks signifying Larxene's approach. The rhythm was different, in a way, than Paixao's natural citizens, and the blonde--that particular blonde--had an aura all her own that was unmistakable. For an instant, Marluxia tensed, memories of their last encounter being drawn to the surface all over again, but soon the tension faded, and by the time he turned to face Larxene, he had managed to school his expression into one of amiability.

"Far too long," he agreed. "You know, you never did tell me exactly what you were up to while you were away. It's not like you to be up to absolutely nothing."

The corners of Marluxia's mouth twitched downward at Larxene's observation. It seemed she remembered more than she let on... unfortunately. He would have to be careful in how he dealt with her, or at least make sure he was careful to skirt around anything that would lead to discussion on what had happened in the past.

"Found them again, did you? I'm sure you must have missed them so. Have you found your favorites or were you looking for new ones to play with?"

Immediately, Marluxia became more cautious, tensing for a fraction of an instant and his expression immediately shifting into a frown. His suspicions, now, were completely confirmed. She did remember. Everything. And every moment he spent here was a moment spent in danger. He could leave now. A quick retreat was better than death, and there was no way to tell that just because Larxene hadn't attacked him now that she wouldn't later. And yet somehow Marluxia could tell that before him was an opportunity. One that he hadn't come across in a long, long time. And with the loss of so many promising pawns, the Graceful Assassin couldn't say he had much choice.

Even so, he was no fool. "Blame can be shifted around all you please. I've kept the real threat in mind and have been pulling strings to extinguish it. You wouldn't mind dropping a hint before we leave? I hope you can understand why I might be a little... hesitant."

Marluxia was still hesitant, that much he couldn't deny. But he had made his decision, and he wouldn't reverse it now. "The empty side it is," he replied with a short nod, deciding not to reply to her first statement. Her thoughts on the subject had, ironically, been at least part of his motivation. In a way. She was so much more useful to him as she was now than as she had been with her heart.

As she had been the one to so kindly offer, Marluxia decided that he'd be the one to figure out exactly where they would talk. As long as they remained out of sight of any prying eyes... He opened a portal to an area outside the city. "After you."

If it was a set-up for any sort of ploy at all, it was one Marluxia was not aware of. Larxene's suggestion for a visit had taken him completely by surprise. Most of his current plans had to do with other parties, and those had to be reworked constantly as Paixao's number waxed and waned. He simply hadn't had enough time to fit Larxene in.

It was very likely, however, that that would be changing soon. Very soon.

He stepped through the corridor, closing the portal behind him with a casual wave. He was unperturbed by her gestures, too used to them from their time as partners in crime. "Willing?" he echoed, his curiosity growing further. "I think you will find me more than that. Tell me what you have in mind."

"There is a reason why I'm here, and it's not because I happen to miss you," Larxene murmured, her tone exuding sarcasm and playfulness in a sultry manner only she could pull off. She wanted to delay her answer, just simply because she felt like it and she enjoyed watching him listening to her. But it was high time they got to the point now that they were in a more enclosed section of the city. Staring at him with a bemused face, she continued, hand on hip, "I have no ties~. I'm not sure what your 'plans' with me are, yet I want to know what your plans are elsewhere. If we can't tell them to each other, then there's no reason for this meeting. Sooo...you have to be willing to share things with me. I can easily be your eyes and ears inside the Organization if we work it out."

She could still feel he was hesitating, and she couldn't have that, could she?

The delays were beginning to try Marluxia's patience, if only because he wanted (he wouldn't dare say "needed") to know what she was getting at. But when she finally told him, the Graceful Asassin's expression shifted to a faintly amused smirk.

Did he trust her? Of course not. Just as she didn't trust him. But sacrifices needed to be made and he could always come up with another plan. "Surely you remember out friends in the so-called 'Resistance?'" he began. "There is a saying: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Though I assume the term 'friend' is used very loosely. While it seems whispers of this Resistance have quieted significantly for now, I have no doubt that the resources to continue one are easy to find. All I need to do is spread information of their various... misdeeds and thus sew the seeds of hate and rebellion."

He had already guided them toward the ultimate target, all they needed was the drive to reach it.

The smile quickly fell away from Marluxia's face, replaced with a half-lidded glare in Larxene's direction. "There is no need to question anything. I have aces up my sleeve, and people here willing for information. You underestimate the information I have," he told her. "Or didn't you know who told them how to ascend the castle floors to begin with?"

He wasn't going to show everything so easily. Not until they had some time and he was certain where her loyalties lay. The documents he had taken from the Superior's--Xemnas's (he was no longer "Superior" to Marluxia in any way)--desk were his trump card. Saix had already taken off with some. He couldn't afford the loss of any more.

"I am aware of that." Painfully aware of it, really. It had thankfully been a long time since the Luna Diviner had last visited. Hopefully that sort of luck would continue to be granted to him. The longer he went without seeing Xemnas's lapdog, the better.

"A few items Xemnas should have kept under lock and key. At least moreso than he actually did," Marluxia replied. "If you want to know more than that, I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

Marluxia's scowl deepened at the eighth member of the Organization's mention. Axel had done him little harm--yet--but he was well aware of the potential the Flurry of Dancing Flames held. The Replica's memories had told him everything he needed to know. Axel was a wild card, more than he ever could have guessed. There were holes, yes. Axel's actions in the future the Riku Replica had seen were up in the air, save for the use of the Replica to kill Zexion. But that was enough to begin to make him suspicious. There was nothing, after all, in the replica's memories to indicate that Marluxia had made the order. Indeed, it was an event that had occurred after Marluxia's "death."

Unless Zexion had been planning a coup as well (and Marluxia highly doubted that), Axel had performed a traitorous act against the very organization he was working for. Marluxia knew well how hard traitors were to trust.

"I have done no 'messing' of any sort," Marluxia said. His head cocked to the side a fraction. "Though I have spoken to him once or twice. You wouldn't happen to have heard anything from him, would you?"

"Just through the journals," Larxene waved off disinterestedly, not really wanting to steer the conversation completely unto Axel. She was just curious to see if Marluxia was associating with him. Even with her possible plans for revenge, him trusting the redhead over her would have been the most stupidest thing she had ever heard. Especially after past...misgivings. That tugged the corner of her lips up. Being wary of Axel's movements wasn't a concern anymore unless she knew it involved her in the mix. Not that the guy seemed to have it in for her. But that didn't matter. People's true colors weren't shown in the open.

Yawning falsely with intent, she gave a less than pleased gaze to his direction. She didn't want to stay longer if he didn't want to divulge anything. "Since I have better things to do, and you're not trusting me with any more tidbits, I just wanted to let you know what was in my mind. We can work together again...somewhat. Agree or disagree?"

Better things to do? Did she have anything specific in mind, he wondered, or was she simply bored with him? Marluxia wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter, if only because it didn't seem as though she was getting everything that she wanted out of him, and that was fine for now.

He nodded. "Agreed. I look forward to our next meeting." The corner of his mouth quirked upward in a small smirk. "I'll be sure to keep in touch should anything of interest happen."

"And make sure it is of interest," Larxene quipped bitterly, not appreciating that she was going to leave this reunion unfulfilled. She wondered if he really looked forward to their next little gathering or if he was simply saying so out of pleasantries. If the secrecy continued by that point, however, she might have to do her bit of snooping to get somewhere. It was only fair.

With her hood having been over her head throughout the conversation, she let it remain that way, preparing to portal out into the Darkness as ebony tendrils circled around her legs. There was nothing else to say on the matter. "You know where to reach me, then. Don't be a stranger~."

She spoiled the last word as if it was suppose to be a sort of irony.

What a bitter tone, that was... He couldn't blame her for being disappointed. But, Marluxia could at least leave her with some assurance. He didn't want her to run off to anyone else on him, did he? "With time builds trust. As long as neither of us does anything to hurt that, I'm certain a few walls of secrecy will fall. I hope you are able to keep your patience, Larxene. It is said to be a virtue. A worthwhile one."

Dark petals danced near Marluxia's own feet as he readied to depart. Better to have neither of them around in case any curious souls wandered by. He would rather not have to deal with them right now.

"Too bad I'm not a very virtuous person," Larxene countered sardonically, eyes lowered and foreboding, treacherous smile in place. She didn't need a sermon on patience. He will simply have to deliver along the way, and she will figure out how to use it. Trust was not on her list; it would never be on her list. She'll give what he asked for, depending on what it was, and that will be as far as it went. Honestly, it was his best option. It wasn't good to get on her bad side these days. Her approaches were different ever since she had been betrayed a bit too many times for her liking.

She gave him a little taunting wave, though, the ebony void covering her body as her lips now formed a guileful grin. "Just something to keep in mind. Ta-ta~".

And she vanished.

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