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dreamvour‌:

Depends, she’d said. Schala couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped her, a hand raising to her mouth to cover it just a little. It probably wasn’t meant that way, but all she could do was think of how Janus had carried on conversations with anyone other than her – that was, not very well – as much as she’d encouraged him. Despite the longing in her chest, the constant empty pit of mourning what she’d lost, it was nice to find little things like that in other people.

“Oh, no, not directions, but I do appreciate your offer.”

She hadn’t been too concerned about going places – where to go, how to get there – just yet. With any luck, based on what she’d been able to overhear others doing, she wouldn’t ever need directions if she could – well.

“It’s rather that…”

And maybe it sounded silly.

After all, Schala didn’t know how many had been taken from worlds like hers, how many were from this island naturally, how many were from worlds similar to Spirale. It could in theory be a ridiculous question, and there was a fair bit of embarrassment nipping at her at the thought of being the only one who didn’t know.

But – it wasn’t as if she could help it. Her voice remained calm as she spoke, like she were speaking to Janus. Maybe this woman was like him, after all? Maybe she had just needed someone she could trust.

“… you’re on that – ‘phone’ of yours, yes? So, then, I would presume… and you’re free to correct me if I’m wrong… that you understand how they work. I – you see, I haven’t quite been able to work them out yet, so if it isn’t too much trouble… could you explain the basics of them to me?”

The small chuckle that escaped her was, for once, not intentional. While to her, and probably many others, the question this woman asked seemed almost silly, Larxene understood that she must not have been from this world.

To her understanding, Spirale was some stupid world that trapped people inside. For some reason there was no escaping it, and anyone misfortunate enough to get dragged into the city would just have to make due. Granted, she herself knew what a phone was and how to work it well enough before arriving here, but it wasn’t as much of a shock that someone didn’t know.

Still, kindness was not in her nature, and there didn’t seem to be any benefit to playing nice. But... there was something about this all that made the nymph feel as though she might as well help out. Not like there was anything better to do, anyways.

     “Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with phones, I guess.” Couldn’t just speak nicely easily, now could she.

     “They’re a good way to waste time, if you’ve got nothing better to do. And since I have nothing better to do, I guess I could show you how they work.”

Larxene shifted her weight, leaning just slightly more towards this woman who, she only just realized hadn’t introduced herself. Well, Larxene hadn’t introduced herself either. Whoops.

     “I’m Larxene, by the way.”

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sacrificialcanine‌:

 “Not like there wasn’t much pretty people in …where I used to be.” he makes up the excuse, putting arms behind his head as if like a relaxed child despite being decades older then most people here and keeping up his teenage appearance. Like a petulant brat. 

 “Got a name? I”m Deng Deng.”

What a curious kid. Really, he wasn’t wrong she was quite beautiful but. Still a little irritating to be stared at by strangers- or anyone, really.

     “The name’s Larxene.”

     “Anything else you need, Deng Deng?       Or are we done here?”

[extirpeur]

throwing an uncapped starter call out here! i don’t think i’ll need to add a cap later but, if for some reason i give up i’ll cap it-

[extirpeur]

     “New year, new me!” 

There’s a brief pause before the nymph bursts out laughing.

     “Not! What a stupid saying.       New year, same me; you’re still dealing with my bullshit.”

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[extirpeur]

lunadriven‌:

  How many nerves, over the years, had Larxene managed to trample on? How often had she, truly, been able to conjure such a feeling of overwhelming irritation simply by speaking so freely. The moment between them now was quickly added to that list of times.

  Yet, despite how the blood quickly came to boil Isa could not bring his jaw to move; could not force the words to flow. For the nymph carried truth in her accusation, enough so to hit the heart in areas most sensitive. An ache nestled itself within his chest, a sensation he was quickly coming to despise – it wasn’t one that he missed. Guilt was a heavy burden he could never, truly, be free from.

  Even if Larxene’s intention was to hold her stare against his own… he had to break it. Had to look away, if only for a brief moment. Guilt would silence his tongue, but the lingering anguish would only fuel the anger that still lay within. 

    “… tolerating is being generous coming from you.” He kept his voice quiet; a bitter rasp is nothing else. He sounded more like his ‘old’ self.

    “But you’re right: you don’t have to prove yourself. What you do no longer falls upon my radar to care. I will admit to recognizing you, even unfortunately admit we’re acquainted… but I’m finding it difficult to agree that you’re tolerable.”

  Finally, lips part and the former berserker sighs. Heavily.

    “… if we’re done here, I’ll be on my way.”

The interactions between the two of them ended in almost the same fashion, every time. Without fail, the former Nobody would find a way to piss her off, and she’d continuously allow this to happen.

There was no reason for it, either. There was no longer any reason for the two to speak to one another. No reason to bother, annoy, or fight with each other. So why, then, did the nymph find herself always wandering back to what was familiar? This wasn’t even a good familiar. She hated him, absolutely loathed him... But what was more upsetting was to come to the realization that she was envious of him.

Fist clenched tight, as if perhaps the woman was going to attack the other. Though his gaze averted from her own, Larxene couldn’t look away. Anger was clouding her, but there was no will to fight. A feeling of defeat found its way to her, and it was all she could do to not lash out anymore.

     “Its not fair. Why did you get to win?”

The conversation was over. Saix had been attempting to leave for quite some time; since their conversation started, really. And yet, Larxene couldn’t help it. She just found it so insanely unfair that he was able to return to being a Somebody, to achieve his goal... and she wasn’t able to.

     “Whatever.       There’s no point in trying to understand why you got what you got and I..”

Eye shuts, the nymph turned to leave. A hand wave signaled her leaving, and without pause she began walking away. There would come a time when she’d learn the reason behind her remaining a Nobody. Why other’s were able to return to being Somebodies. But today, she would settle for having made someone she disliked feel guilt for their past stupidity.

That was good enough for now.

[extirpeur]

dreamvour‌:

          @extirpeur​. // sc.

Schala had not been in the city for very long at all; she’d only found herself brought here recently, and had spent the majority of that time simply figuring out the most obvious of changes. Transportation, housing – the things that really came to affect her day-to-day life more than anything else, Schala did her best to try and figure out.

She had not, as of yet, bothered figuring out her phone. That had been the word, right? It wasn’t like anything she’d been aware of in Zeal, as incredible as some of those creations had been.

She had been given one, of course – but it hadn’t come up. Not until now, as she walked into the lobby of the apartment only to see a woman clearly preoccupied with her own phone, and Schala finally decided… why not now?

With a smile on her face, she approached the woman, giving a brief bow as she spoke up.

“Excuse me–”

“–I don’t mean to bother you, but do you have a moment?”

The weather outside was offensive, to put it lightly. The chill in the air, snow dusting the ground... it was gross. Needless to say, Larxene wasn’t one to enjoy winter very much. Though it was an excuse to bust out some expensive looking coats, the nymph still found herself irate at the scent of winter that now permeated the air.

In what could be considered a weak attempt to procrastinate entering the cold, the nymph found herself idling on her phone within the lobby of an apartment. Checking her text messages, which she wasn’t receiving, and a quick glance at whatever game notifications kept popping up. Oh look, this one says that if she pays a low, low fee of too much money, she can restore her stamina! So fun!

The attention on her phone was broken as the sound of someone speaking, closer than she’d expected, broke the silence. Only averted her gaze to find the woman’s face, Larxene stayed in her previous position. Somehow she still hadn’t become accustom to strangers approaching her.

     “Depends.”

Of course her initial response comes off as rude, as is her nature. But, this woman held no ill intent, and somehow that made Larxene feel just the tiniest bit of regret. Lowering her phone from her face, the nymph offered her attention to the woman.

     “I suppose its not bothering me. I wasn’t doing much anyway.       What’s up, you need directions or somethin’?”

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sacrificialcanine‌:

 “No I’m not.” because while she is pretty, there wasn’t anything interesting about her that could attract his nose, aside from her smell. which was weird by itself. But lets not talk about that for now. there wasn’t much to do day to day, being a kid, he didn’t need much. Just order a lot of gym stuff and wait for it. Workout everyday, eat, thats it. 

 “Your just pretty.” 

The response the other gave was unexpected, but not offensive, at least. Anyone who could recognize her beauty wasn’t entirely stupid, thus making them partially worth her time. That seemed fair to think, right?

     “So you just go around staring at anyone you think is pretty?       Not that you’re wrong. Just.... weird.”

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lunadriven‌:

    “Hmph, yet he’s the only one of us that did not face a second loss.”

  Brow quirks in such a way to bring thought to his point, head tilting with a show of curiosity. Out of all of them, he was the least likely to give praise to the musician but he could not overlook the part the other had played. It did not go unnoticed, on Isa’s end, the use he was put to.

    “… and succeeded the deed he was given in the end.                                                                       Funny that, don’t you think?”

  With a sigh Isa allowed his eyes to close, an tiresome wave washing against him the more he spoke; the more he listened. When was it worse, he had to wonder? When heartless or not. It seemed like now the years had caught up to him, the strain with dealing with the lot of them heavier than it once was – perhaps simply because he could accept that he felt.

  Parts of him, still, yearned for the same cold shoulder he managed. Just for moments like these.

    “If you’re that determined to be seen as better perhaps you should best him in where he has you beat. Succeeding in what you’re told and… oh, not forcing yourself in my company?”

Face flushed, by either embarrassment or anger, the nymph would never tell. How pathetic he was, and how utterly idiotic. And yet, one of her own former superiors, who could have only loathed that fool on a similar level to herself, was defending him.

Oh, but wasn’t he the one pulling those strings? Running around behind their backs, ordering others around to betray Xemnas? Saix was the last person she’d have assumed would turn against him, what with how far up his ass he seemed to be.

     “You think you’d have made it as far as you did, lasted as long as you did, if it hadn’t been for you kissing ass the entire time?”

Anger was indeed getting the better of her, the initial conversation twisting in her mind. This was no longer about that idiot musician, if you’d even call him that, no. Now she was attempting to turn the subject off of herself, if only for a moment. If only to see an ounce of pain in the former Nobody’s eyes.

     “Don’t forget that you walked all over someone who actually cared about you, to go be in the company of someone who couldn’t care less about you.”

A huff escaped her, a hand lifting to rub one of her temples. Eyes shut, out of either frustration or a want to not see the pathetic mess that stood before her.

Was he really so pathetic though? In the end, he succeeded in what he wanted. What have you done?

A shake of the head, arms crossing in front of her chest. A cold, distant look took form in her eyes as the nymph made sure to make eye contact.

    “You know- It doesn’t matter. I do not have to prove myself to you, or anyone. Guess I’m still stuck tolerating you, when I no longer need to.”

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extirpeur‌:

slidin’ in this lovely lady for a starter call. i’ll be capping at 3 5, and i’m open to plotting out small ideas to get things rolling! ( reblogging and updating the cap because one of the notes was from a porn blog ;;; )

[extirpeur]

How many times had she moved in this city? First she lived in that disaster of a ward, Fibonacci. Then she was in Cotes, which was relatively nice by her standards. Now the nymph found herself wandering the streets of Golden; it was a familiar place to her, as she frequented the area quite often before her sudden move. Why was she moving around so much anyway...

Thoughts were interrupted when the woman became aware of something watching her. Turning around, a quick survey of her surrounding had her eyes falling upon what appeared to be someone with... dog ears? Interesting...

     “Is there any particular reason you’re staring at me?”

@sacrificialcanine​

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levitersora‌:

Phone rings as Sora looks down to see that he received a message from someone he would have never guess. Ever.

“Huh?”

Despite the message being short, he wanted to make sure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him- making sure that no one was suddenly playing a prank on him and using Larxene’s contact number to message him. It really was just strange- why would she go through all the trouble of messaging him? He was sure she was just trying to avoid him as much as possible. It was a shame, but what could he really do about it? 

He was just getting back home, but decides to wait just a bit before doing that, quickly replying to the Nobody’s message to try and get a clear idea of what she was looking for.

to: Larxene from: Sora

[text]: Did we actually made plans to hang out today? [text]: That’s weird that you would message me first.

The following silence did little to ease the slight irritation the nymph found herself feeling. That brat seemed like the type to response within seconds, but perhaps it was simply because it was her texting him. She wouldn’t have been so eager to respond either, if it were the other way around, she supposed.

After a few moments, her phone vibrated. The nymph’s expression remained blank, despite her annoyance at his comment. Of course she’d never text him first! ... Except she did.

[ TO: Sora ]

[ TXT ] are you kidding? [ TXT ] it was your dumb idea to figure out why im still a Nobody, wasnt it?

There wasn’t really a point in explaining herself, so Larxene figured she’d leave it at that. He’d either respond with eagerness or not at all; that’s at least what Larxene had convinced herself of at least.

Guess it wouldn’t hurt to get up and ready, regardless of his answer.

[extirpeur]

slidin’ in this lovely lady for a starter call. i’ll be capping at 3, and i’m open to plotting out small ideas to get things rolling!

[valtsv]

the "i'm a luxury few can afford" sweater but instead it says "i'm an acquired taste few can appreciate"

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due to not wanting to. I will not be

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protectyou‌:

Oh, so she was like that, was she? Fair enough. That would explain her out-of-the-way getaway choice and her complete attention having been held on her phone, so really, a good deal of his questions had been answered right then and there. Honestly, he probably could have just turned around and left in that instant and would have accomplished just as much as the rest of this conversation undoubtedly would achieve.

Unfortunately, he had nothing better to do.

“New?”

“Perhaps.” New enough, but she didn’t need to know that. “Would it matter? I’m quite certain there are those that could have been here for however long that still find themselves exploring places they haven’t before, or seeing if there’s anything new in those that they have.”

While she may have been on her best behaviour, he’d still picked up on the initial annoyance. How could he not, after all? He gave a shrug, taking a couple of steps closer to the ledge to be able to lean himself against it while still keeping a fair distance between where he stood and she sat.

“Would be awful to tumble down there.”

Into the hole. At least, without the majority of his powers. Perhaps later on it wouldn’t be so awful, when – if – he ever had more, but even the thought of that brought a sense of foreboding rushing over him. Ugh.

“–what are you playing?” It was obvious small talk, and more obvious still that he had no idea how to be decent at small talk. “I can’t say I’m particularly… used to having a phone. Anything else for me to do on it would be appreciated information.”

The nymph quirked an eyebrow, attention returning to her phone as she listened to the other speak. It was true, anyone could show up here, regardless if they were new or not. Her assumption that he was new was simply based on her own knowledge of those she’d met here in the city. Obviously she didn’t know everyone in the city, but... well, she still assumed those who neared the hole were new. 

     “I guess you have a point. Anyone could come around here; just not somethin’ I‘m used to, I suppose.”

Larxene wasn’t mentally ready for the comment about the hole. Her expression changes ever so slightly, her teeth clineching as if not to allow herself to speak. Her time down the hole was anything but pleasant, but she wasn’t about to share that information with a complete stranger.

Her features relax as the topic changes, relief washing over her.

     “This? It’s just some puzzle game where you match up a bunch of candies...” She turns her phone slightly in order to allow the other a view, as she swipes her finger to line up some of the candies as mentioned. “Like that, see? Its not really all that fun but, at least its something.”