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[thundery.livejournal.com]

[ There is a Larxene crouched in this room, the left side of his mouth smeared with blood, gripping locks of silver hair tightly between his gloved fingers. The smell of charred flesh and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, visible in the hazy grey smoke. It comes from the impact of lightning on skin and armor and bone, shorting out nerves and numbing limbs and blackening the natural wooden floor to a large dark smear.

The replica sprawled across that blackened floor is female, and currently unconscious, but it's obvious she's taken the brunt of whatever bad mood he's in. Her head (and most of her torso) has been lifted off the floor by her hair.

He is not smiling. In fact, his face looks pretty blank for someone usually so expressive when causing others pain. ]

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ The aroma was familiar, except there was less of an exotic scent mixed in because there were no chemicals used along with fire. Xigbar had to know, she hasn't used a scalpel in months.

So she kicked the door down to see what was going on -- and instantly recognized the terrible hairstyle. Before she spoke, though, she noticed the body on the floor. Ah. ]

Someone was bored, and it wasn't me. [ She tilted her head to the side, looking straight at Larxene as if expecting a word or two. Maybe even more -- even though the sniper expected him to be a smug, smug boy by now. Xigbar would have definitely smile about the work, even though it missed something. ]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[It's automatic for him to shoot a scowl her way, but it's dulled and easily vanishes when his eyes turn back to the replica.]

Do I look bored to you, Xigbar?

[He asks as he moves her head up and takes the hair into his teeth so he can keep her upright while he adjusts one of his gloves.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Did you know? Everyone who turns into a Nobody looks bored for five seconds.

[ The sniper immediately warped right beside the replica, and then pushed the head with her right foot. It's not bad, but again it's missing somthing for Xigbar's tastes. ] But I thought you'd be pretty pleased with this. Not satisfied?

[skybright]

[the smell is what causes her to peek into the room, and she very quickly becomes horrified when she realizes that something very bad has happened in here. her immediate thought is to step in and confront him, but then she remembers... no weapon. she's at a loss for what to do.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[By all means, go ahead and try it. He can sense her over there, and tosses his head back, shaking sweat and grime from his hair.]

Oh, look. It's the hero of the story.

[skybright]

U-Um.

[yikes, this is not someone she wants to deal with with or without a weapon, she can tell already (warnings about bug-haired people aside).

[asilencedlife.livejournal.com]

[well. that certainly wasn't what he expected to see when he rounded the corner.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[And it usually isn't there! But he had to find someone to take out his frustrations on, didn't he? If he notices Roxas he obviously doesn't care, because he's not doing anything but staring blankly down at the shattered replica.]

[asilencedlife.livejournal.com]

[his nose is wrinkling at the smell, and he's giving Larx a look that's clearly: What the hell, man.]

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

...

[Nocturne is trying to figure out whether to retch or run away or try to smack Larxene. Because having a heart has got him a conscience again and it's rebelling, but so is his sense of self-preservation and so is his stomach.

And this is all without having registered that this Larxene is a guy yet.

Yeah, he's seriously wishing he hadn't opened this door.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[Weak. That's exactly what he thinks of you, my friend. Go on. Move away. Run, or walk, or just close the door on the sight.]

Haven't you ever heard of knocking?

[nocturncoat.livejournal.com]

[The shock of hearing a male voice from what is clearly a Larxene isn't helping much, but it does stop him staring.]

Wasn't expecting there to be anything unusual behind it. Boy, was I wrong.

[snapfrost.livejournal.com]

[oooohh funtimes]

Mmmm- mmmm, I thought I smelled toast.

[He's still much taller and a bit younger looking than most normal male Vexens, but he's trying something new he's dressed pretty much the same though he truly wishes he could find those coats in neon green or fluorescent orange or something and trying his best not to grin ear to ear in the proper usual fashion of showing off his monstrous teeth.]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

I don't think she's quite done if you ask me.

[That was completely sarcastic, because ew, a Vexen. And what appears to be a completely insane one. Not that that's anything new.]

What do you want?

[snapfrost.livejournal.com]

[shh, he makes 'daddy' look sane. And squishy.]
I want many things.
Entertainment? Dinner and a show? Maybe that Xaldin with the tits?
But it's all sort of a mood thing.
Like whether I prefer meat raw or cooked.

[smolderingf1re]

[here's Axel, older than Larx is familiar with, his long hair mostly caught up in a low ponytail, old scars faintly crisscrossing his bare arms. that burnt smell is something he's quite familiar with, and he's followed it from a fair distance away, pretty sure it's not anything good.]

Damn, are you still here? Figures. They do say cockroaches are hard to kill, after all.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[Oh look it's probably his least favorite Axel-- or not. In fact, when Larxene lifts his head up to say something nasty right back, he pauses, eyes narrowing.]

So I've noticed.

[smolderingf1re]

[it's fortunate I'm not toting my daughter around at the moment like I usually am, because it means I can properly kick your ass. also younger me is flattered he's that high on your hate-list. \o/]

Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? You seem a little testy.

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

[Oh, now that's an interesting sort of smell, and Luxord can't but be curious as to what the cause is.]

I'd wager there's a story here.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Never on what you won't win, hmm? Isn't that right?

[He doesn't look at Luxord when he says this, still completely focused on the shallow - but steady! - breathing of the replica on the floor.]

[shedhaveaheart.livejournal.com]

Who'd not play to win, given the chance?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who it is. And with a heart, too!
And also a child, but Larx quickly gets in front of her. It's not that she cares whether Akane sees this, it's whether her double sees Akane.]

Well, well. Looks like fun.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[Definitely someone he wants to see. Not.]

I've had better.

/could not resist, orz

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

That wouldn't be one of mine, would it?

[Look who's come to know the difference between the scent of combustion and that of electrocution. Your very favourite person.]

You know how I feel about sharing.

score \o/

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[Oh, now we really have his least favorite person here. Larxene makes a grand show of rolling his eyes, dropping the replica's head almost instantly so he can straighten up.]

Can you honestly tell in this place?