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kingdomdressing2009-02-10 09:17 pm
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impending drama bomb
[Larxene probably shouldn't be on her feet so much when she can easily get Axel to do anything she needs, but she can't stand feeling like an invalid. So she insisted on getting her own tea.
She's walking back to her room now, taking sips from the mug in her hand.
Saïx was surprisingly passive when she met him in the forest room, which seems to Larxene like unusually good luck for her-- if only she knew...]
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She's walking back to her room now, taking sips from the mug in her hand.
Saïx was surprisingly passive when she met him in the forest room, which seems to Larxene like unusually good luck for her-- if only she knew...]
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Larxene.
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The knives are out, for all the good they'll do here, and she gets shakily to her feet.]
Why?
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N-no--! You can't... she's mine--
[whether he means Larxene or the baby, it's not quite clear...]
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Selfish girl, you left him all alone. Now he's broken.
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What do you need with a kid?
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[he pleaded, voice desperate as he hangs in Juliet's grip, broken body swaying, blood dripping on the floor]
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Shall we cut to the chase, then? Hold still~
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She could probably portal away- but Saïx could follow her through, and Axel would certainly die.
Calling for help isn't her style but her pride's really the last thing on her mind right now, so...
Larxene looses a bolt of electricity at him, just to buy time so she can get to the door and yell at the top of her lungs:]
Anyone out there? We could use some fucking help here!
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Larxene...? [He sprints for the door to her room, summoning a chakram. It's precautionary, but he has the sinking feeling he'll be using it. It's all but confirmed when he finds Saix looming over her.]
Stop! [Self-preservation instincts practically nonexistent, he places himself as a shield in front of Larxene.]
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Axel?
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Leave. This doesn't concern you.
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Her gaze falls on the nightstand. Sudden inspiration!
Carefully she gets off the bed.]
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surprise contractions: better or worse than surprise buttsex?
She's just about to swing it at his head when her eyes go wide and she abruptly freezes. The lightbulb flickers and goes dark.]
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'X-xene...? S-stop it, you i-idiots!
[coughs up more blood, feeling dizzy]
S-some...thing's w-wrong...
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Will you leave?
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Saix... Go.
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