As for Tybalt, he's a smart kitty and stayed in their room where it's dry. >.>

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[When one thinks "sad girl in snow," Larxene is hopefully not the first person that comes to mind. But it's snowing pretty hard in this section of the DR, and Larx is pretty miserable, so it works.

She's trudging along through the snow in a nice fur-trimmed version of the Organization cloak- and a heavy scarf to conceal the bandages on her neck. Her right hand is also splinted and wrapped up to the wrist. She doesn't have a destination in mind; sitting still just wasn't an option.

Axels will get snowballs chucked at them. :|]

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[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Well that's just rude. Here he is, tromping around in the snow, freezing his ass off (he's lacking in one of those lovely fur-trimmed coats, unfortunately) and someone goes and throws a snowball at the back of his head. He shivers as the cold stuff slides down his back, turning on his attacker.]

Have you got a death wi--Oh. It's you.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[gives a little wave]

Oh. It's you.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Lumping me in with the rest of those imbeciles, now?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Couldn't tell from the back~

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

That's true... [Sighs, brushing the snow out of his hair and trudging over to her.] So what the Hell is going on here?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

With the snow? Dunno. The room decided it wasn't winter-y enough?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

... Awesome.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

Snow doesn't agree with you?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Cold doesn't agree with me. If we could make snow not cold? Then I'd be fine.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

We're not far from my room. No snow in there.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

No? Alright, that'd be nice. If you don't mind, of course.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't offer if I minded.

[sets off ahead of him, shoving her hands in her pockets]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Okay, cool. He follows.] So how are things?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

... [Picks up his pace to walk beside her, concernedface'd]

What's wrong?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

A lot. Don't worry about me.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

But. Worrying is what I do. It's my job.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[very forced laugh. oh hey look there's her room]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like the sound of that laugh, Larxene. He follows her in, still frowning.]

What's wrong?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[is that empty crib a hint? because she's busying herself with finding somewhere for her coat.

Tybalt pads over to Axel to demand pettings.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He picks up the kitty, petting him with his free hand as he glances around the room and--Hey...]

...

'Xene... Where's Akane?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[unwinds the scarf and sets it aside before going over to flop on the bed. She answers him in a flat tone:]

Saïx has her.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

What? [You're joking, right? Please be joking.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Tybalt squirms, wanting to be set down.]

He took her.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Yes, yes, setting him down, too distracted to keep petting, sorry.]

He... Why? And why is he still alive? [Someone's getting angry.]