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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[No good dressing room is complete without a garden. Precisely there is where the man in question finds himself, walking through the grass and pausing once in a while to make a displeased noise or frown where the plants are not to his liking.

He stops at last before a tall tree with a small, parasitic vine growing along its trunk. Laying his hand on the vine, Marluxia smiles a cruel smile. The vine is one of his favourite breeds, known well for wanting too much from its host and often killing it in the process of just surviving. It may be murderous, but it bears beautiful flowers when it blossoms.

Under his touch, the vine's growth process is visibly accelerated.]

[ooc: I gave in to my urge to play Marlu, so have a brand new muse. Concrit would be really appreciated... though isn't necessary.]

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[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

[Huh. Some magic that is. Riku's going to watch carefully, not necessarily trusting him. After all, he's seen other Marluxias around, and they were nothing short of bad news.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He knows he's being watched. He can practically feel the eyes on his back, but he won't turn around just yet. Whatever is watching him doesn't appear to be too threatening, else it would have already attacked. Besides, Marluxia is within his element surrounded by plants and attacking him when he has clearly already formed a connection with something potentially deadly would be foolish.

When the vine growth pleases him, he turns to face whatever was watching him. To his surprise - Riku. Yet, he finds it hard to believe that the real Riku would not have attacked him on sight.]

Another one of Vexen's toys?

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Hardly.

[Not attacking is just because he knows better than to take chances in a garden with a Marluxia.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Hm. Really?

[He supposes perhaps the real Riku is less foolish than he'd taken him to be. Then again, should he believe what this one says?]

What do you want, then?

[chosenwielder.livejournal.com]

Heh. Nothing.

[He's just keeping an eye on him, just in case he pulls any fast ones.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[there's a young blue-haired woman kneeling at the far edge of the room, running her fingers over the flowers that are growing in a random patch. Reaching in, she picks a handful of violets and bluebells before standing to take them back to her room to put in water. Turning to head out, she headtilts at Marluxia and gives him a nod of greeting.]

Hello.

[Can't hurt to be polite right?]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't recognize the woman, but does glance at her when she speaks to him. She could, after all, potentially be of use...]

Hello to you as well.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[No Desi, no asking if that's his natural hair color, because for all you know it probably is and he'd take it totally wrong besides.]

So you like places like this too?

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[Strange girl, looking at him like that.]

Quite. I enjoy their company.

[While his gesture is vague, it's implied that he's talking about the plants, especially as no one else is around. They know who their rightful lord is, after all. They know, and they bend to his will so easily. If only it were the same with more sentient creatures...]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Ah. I see.

[She looks down at the flowers in her hands then back up at him. She's not sure what to say next so might as well introduce herself.]

I'm Desiree.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ why, is that a Naminé watching silently nearby? she's been there the whole time, really. her expression is blank as she watches the vine start to overtake the tree. ]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He keeps one hand on the vine, spotting Naminé watching him and smiling at her. There is something sinister behind his smile, but no emotion is reflected anywhere else in his face.]

Come here, Naminé.

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ she steps forward without hesitation, only stopping once she's almost beside him. ]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[At least one thing is still the same, and Naminé is still wonderfully obedient. He reaches to the vine, plucks a flower from it, and holds it out for her.]

What have you been doing, Memory Witch?

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ she reaches out to touch the flower, glancing up at him to see if it's really alright to take it. ]

Waiting.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[A little girl is toddling over at max speed to investigate!]

No, Akane. You don't play with Marluxias.

1/2

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[Ah, a familiar voice of just the woman Marluxia had been looking forward to seeing once again. Larxene was always and without doubt excellent company--]

2/2

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[But is that a child? With Larxene? He couldn't believe his eyes. It was a small girl - a small girl who was undoubtedly not Naminé, at that - with Larxene.

Having some trouble with this idea, Marluxia stares at the quickly approaching child, his face entirely emotionless. When she's near enough, he touches one hand to the tree and raises a root to trip the girl, then turns to the Larxene in question.]

You know, my fly-traps prefer them a touch smaller than that...

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Akane falls, and immediately starts bawling. Interestingly, the offending root abruptly catches fire.]

This one isn't for them.

[Larxene lifts her daughter back to her feet, giving Marluxia a look fit to kill all the while.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[What in Darkness' name-- He drops the root back into the ground, where the lack of oxygen would smother the fire. He prefers his tree very much alive and unharmed, thank you, as the vine needs it to survive.

The vine in question draws towards Marluxia protectively.

The noise that child is making is nothing short of aggravating, and Marluxia cannot for the life of him understand what Larxene is doing with a child in the first place.]

Then why do you have her?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

It's a long story.

[Funny how she seems so displeased to see him, even if you discount his tripping her daughter, isn't it?]

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

[Despite there being a Marluxia in the same area, and she generally avoids Marluxia's like the plague--The kitten isn't about to let someone else's entrance make her leave one of her favorite places, because she's been watering some of the flowers. Technically she's ignoring Marluxia, she's still doing her best to ignore him.

But...Then again, she hasn't honestly met any Marluxia's besides her own, so maybe--Just maybe--Hers is the only one that acts like hers. Fat chance. But hey, she's forgiving and naive, so she might as well give him a chance, as she walks past him with the hose in hand.]

Hey, there.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[This place just get stranger and stranger by the moment.

He hadn't noticed the girl upon entering the garden, but judging by the look of her and the hose in her hand, she's been here before. Furthermore, she had animal ears. Having never previously met anyone with animal ears, he supposed it would not do him any harm to be at least polite to her until he discovered what that did for her powers, if she had any.]

Hello.

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

[Well, she didn't look all that menacing with a hose in hand, and no weapon in sight, but sometimes looks aren't everything. But hey, sometimes they are. She gives him a bright smile, as she heads over to turn off the hose, then glances to Marluxia, and his vine, recognizing that it's a poisonous one, and chuckles. Apparently some things don't change...]

That one's poisonous, right?

[She might have been researching plants a lot, more recently.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

If you plan on eating it.

[He glances back to the vine, which snakes towards him, wrapping gently around one of his wrists.]

It will eventually kill the tree and move on to another, but there are plenty of trees here for it to survive. The only way it can live is by killing things around it.