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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.

[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]

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

Its value is wasted on the masses, I agree.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

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

How very ironic.

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[... shudders, rubbing his shoulder.]

Yeahhhh, probably.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

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

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

W-What the...

[peeking inside with wide eyes.]

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

... uh-huh.

[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?

[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?

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

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

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

[walks on - her hands brush lightly over the various instruments with an almost distracted air, like she can't settle on just one.]

I wonder...

[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.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

I don't enjoy it, really.

[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...

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Now what've you found?

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

[youngbelts.livejournal.com]

[brb talking to the raincloud, but watching you.]

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.

[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~?

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

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

Oh, whyever not?

[heart-prince.livejournal.com]

[eep.]

U-Uh. Just. Doesn't seem like my thing.

[sweetlytortures.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[approaches Demyx and boldly reaches out a hand to touch the scar.]

That tells quite a different story.

[capturedcrayon.livejournal.com]

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

No.

[tolucadem.livejournal.com]

[oh fuck ow, that scar is still sore. he'll be taking a few steps back.]

What makes you think I enjoyed having this carved into my skin?