yes, it's baww!xene again.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[This is an ordinary dining room with a long table and some chairs, and more importantly, a large window.

When Larxene came in, she recognized the scene outside the window immediately: the town square back home. People were going about their business as usual, people she recognized. As she gets closer, she can hear snatches of conversation, and a young girl singing an old song in French.

That was a little while ago.

Now she's sitting on the floor beneath the window, knees up against her chest and head down. Despite the shallow cuts on her arms and hands, the glass shards all over the floor, and the overturned dining chair nearby, the window is perfectly intact.]


((ooc: the window will show a place that's important to the viewer; if they stop and listen, they can even hear what's going on in the scene. Of course, it regenerates if broken and there's nothing behind it. Lithy, Shannon, whoever, up to you who's watching Akane. ♥))

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[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

[A Sora's wandered in, looking confused. He glances around for a moment before his eyes settle on the large window, walking towards it, fascinated. He know it's not home, but it sure looks like it--Who's that?]

H-hey, are you okay?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[looks up. there's another glass cut across her cheek.]

Go away.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

But you're hurt... [And you're a girl, and he's the hero type.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Just scratches.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

[He frowns, kneeling next to her.] You shouldn't just let them bleed like that.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

They'll stop.

[swats at him, sparks crackling around her hand]

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

[He backs off, but just a bit, still frowning.] Let me heal them.

and now it'll power on but Windows won't boot. Joy.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

No.

[She doesn't get why a Sora of all people would want to help her. They're enemies, aren't they?]

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

... Fine.

[Because he doesn't remember ever fighting you, and Roxas hasn't sent up any alarm bells yet. Plus, he's thirty. Maturity = stupidity?]

Just trying to help... [He gets to his feet, moving to right the chair she'd upset.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I can take care of myself.

[she won't stop him from tidying up.]

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

[So what if tidying up involves casting a light cure spell on her? Because that's what he's doing.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[that closes up the majority of the cuts. Larxene throws a mild Thunder at him as she gets up.]

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

[Aw, crap. That's how she thanks him? He lets out little yelp of surprise and jumps back into a fighting stance, Oathkeeper appearing. You might not want to take this one on, Larxene, he's got a lot more experience than most Soras.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[she'd assume so, since he's a lot older than most Soras. She just crosses her arms, scowling at him]

Take your pity somewhere else.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

... [He frowns, dismissing the keyblade.]

It's not pity.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Then what is it? You're a Sora. We're supposed to be enemies.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

We are? [shrugs.] So? What's the point, here?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head]

Nevermind.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

...

Are you okay now? No more cuts and bruises?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I think so.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

Good.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Does that mean you'll leave me alone now?

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

If it means you promise not to go breaking any more windows.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

They grow back.

[foundmylife.livejournal.com]

...

[Huffs, rolling his eyes.] Yeah, yeah, I'll go away. [Leaving, then.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[sorry, she just doesn't like Soras. she sighs and slumps back against the wall, sliding back down to sit again]

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

[ the sound of approaching footsteps is quiet, but quick. He's already been through too many hallways, opened too many doors to count, and he's fast losing patience with this strange place that is nowhere near where he should—needs—to be.

Useless rooms upon useless rooms. He would have passed by this one as well, yet he pauses, gaze caught by something shifting in the depths of that window. One hand pushes the door open wider as he steps into the room and walks toward it, a figure clad in dark though princely clothing. But he stops again upon noticing Larxene, brow creasing faintly as he takes in the sight of her wounds and the glass on the floor.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what might have happened, but why then is the window still whole? ]

...my lady?

and now my computer isn't working, so I'm tagging back from the student union D:

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[looks up. oh, a new face for a change- but she sees the resemblance.]

No one's lady, but what?

8(

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

[ his gaze flickers again to the window, but what he sees makes him frown and look away. ]

A term of respect, nothing more.

Something should be done about your injuries.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

They're just scratches.

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

Indeed?

[ it's perhaps a little more sharply sarcastic than he intends, and he seems to realize that by the way he sighs. Mocking those already wounded is something he would do. ]

That is... they will most likely become infected if you do not tend to them, no matter how small they are.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I'll deal with them.

[absentmindedly reaches up to wipe the blood away from the cut on her cheek]

Why do you care? I don't know you.

[She'd have expected him to be as much of a jerk as his Nobody.]

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

[ can be very much of a jerk, just not to strangers. And he kinda wants to look at that window by himself. ]

Should one pass another who is in need of succor by?

Larx is stubborn. :|

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

But I'm not.

[she'll get up, just to prove how much she doesn't need help]

it's what makes fun. :)

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

[ eyebrow raise. ]

You are certain?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[she's not certain, if her silence is any answer- or maybe she's just distracted by the realization that she sat on a piece of glass.]

[daisycrowned.livejournal.com]

[ ...

he'll take that as a 'no.' He turns away slightly, looking at the door. ]

Come. I know a little of treating wounds.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[frowns, although she kind of wants to follow him if only to get away from the infuriating window]

So do I.