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[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

Well, well. This is a surprise.

["this" being the thoroughly equipped torture room she just stumbled upon. Larxene wastes no time lingering by the doorway, but steps in, the flowery scent drifting about her a sharp contrast - or is it complement? - to the cloying odor of blood in the space.

Hm~...the rack, the wheel, the maiden, the flails...it's almost like being in the proverbial toy store.]

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[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[walking by with a small raincloud before him--ah what a Larxene. blinks, and then wrinkles his nose.]

No kidding. Why would anyone want a room like that.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[pauses with her fingers tracing a loving line along a guillotine.]

Its value is wasted on the masses, I agree.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[... shudders, rubbing his shoulder.]

Yeahhhh, probably.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

Then again, everything is until they experience it for themselves~

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[Demyx with the botched XII carved on his face basically has 'do not want' written on his face as he peeks into the room.]

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[it is, unfortunately, that mark which pulls her attention away from a tray of thumbscrews.]

How very ironic.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[this one is not the Larxene that killed him and he's grateful for that, but she still made him slightly uncomfortable.]

What?

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[and he's not the Demyx she knows, but since when has Larxene differed in her treatment?]

You never struck me as the type to enjoy pain, Demyx.

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

W-What the...

[peeking inside with wide eyes.]

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[oh. It's been a while since she saw a pear for any part of the body.]

Come to try some of these toys out?

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head rapidly, shying away from the doorway.]

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[sets the instrument down as if in surprise, turning towards the boy.]

Oh, whyever not?

[capturedcrayon.livejournal.com]

[We have a Larxene and torture room all we need now is a Namine. Oh wait. Someone is peeking into the room quite horrified.]

W-what...

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[not a witch, not yet - but the fear virtually radiating off her is enough to make a wicked smile unfold on Larxene's lips upon catching sight of the girl.]

Curious~?

[capturedcrayon.livejournal.com]

[Eep. Larxene noticed her... Shakes her head quickly.]

No.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Now what've you found?

[don't mind that very male Larxene leaning against the doorframe, eyes lit up with intrigue.]

1/2

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[...she does mind.]

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[but on the other hand, it's still...a version of her. And this is still a torture room.]

It's like something out of The 120 Days of Sodom.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Then this should be a lot of fun.

[he has no problem walking right on in to inspect the place.]

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

[He had all ready been disappointed a few times before by the lack of luster in the Larxenes he had spoken to. Maybe this one is different~ ]

Such instruments of torture are still being used in modern day? Fascinating.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[maybe he doesn't recognize her, but she sure recognizes him.]

It's a shame they're going out of use, though.

[setzdelioncourt.livejournal.com]

Indeed... And yet I wonder how good of shape any of it really is.

[He goes over to one, prodding at it curiously. Yes. This took him way back. As for knowing you or not, don't hate him, he has spoken to many and...tends to get them mixed up. <3 ]

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[floralreaper.livejournal.com]

[suddenly, a Marluxia by the doorway. he's pretty sure the room wasn't there yesterday.]

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[pinged by Marluxia! oh, wait - not hers.]

Oh good, a spectator~

[floralreaper.livejournal.com]

[is also dressed in a business suit and appears to write something down in a notebook. he doesn't even bother to respond, sorry.]