let's try this again: re-intro

[suchasavage.livejournal.com]

[Hello Dressing Room! There is a very unhappy Larxene walking among the halls, opening random doors and just getting more pissed off with each one she opens! First there was a room that was basically just a giant ball pit, one filled with giant yellow chickens, another filled with sex-toys, and this last one she just started opening seems to be some sort of dungeon. Cue a very loud string of curses and a little bit of electricity!]

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[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[And next, she'll see a duplicate of herself, accompanied by a toddler. Go figure, right?

Mom!xene looks a little less than her best today- still a little pale, which might have something to do with those fang marks on her neck.]

Looking for something?

[suchasavage.livejournal.com]

... not some horribly done replica of myself, no.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

You think that's what I am?

[suchasavage.livejournal.com]

It's the only thing you could be, obviously. Not just horribly done, but stupid too.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

If I'm horribly done, you're no better. We're the same, or have you not looked in a mirror lately?

[The same save for some battle scars, anyway.]

[suchasavage.livejournal.com]

We are not the same, you are carrying a.. kid. And as you can clearly see, I am not.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

And why would Vexen make a replica with a baby?

[snickers a little to herself at the mental image of Vexen the babysitter.]

[suchasavage.livejournal.com]

Because he is a very sick and creepy person? I don't know, I don't have time for details.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

He is, but I assure you I'm real.