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[and have a Larxene, wisps of darkness leaking from her wounds and looking none-too-pleased despite being alive again.]

Someone better tell me what the hell's going on.

(OOC: What is this thing you call self-control. Post-death Larxene from the same universe as

a_ccidentalism. ~~his currently pissed-off ex what~~)

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O-oh, Larxene. [inspects her wounds as best she can from quite a distance away] ... You seem to be bleeding.

We're in a dressing room. I'm not really sure what that means, but that's what everyone keeps saying. It's like an infinite area, with different versions of people from different worlds - and there's no way out.

[being here has made her a bit braver - before she'd never wish to speak to Larxene so much]

[silence as she processes the information - and she walks towards Naminé, a wicked smirk playing about her lips.]

Caring about my well-being? Don't tell me the witch has finally gone and grew a heart~

No, not quite. But I'm not as afraid as I used to be. [determined stare, places a hand on her chest]

Sounds like a challenge.

[shakes head] No, not quite. I just don't want any trouble from you.

[walking around Naminé now.]

Oh, then I hate to disappoint you. Have you forgotten just who it was that betrayed us?

[doesn't break her stare, turns head to follow her]

I was under the impression that you were the traitor, Larxene.

Hn. Treason is a crime only punishable when attempted, not succeeded at. Now whose fault was that~?

[pacing closer.]

[nerves can't hold up that long, is starting to look a little unsure]

I told you I didn't want any trouble, Larxene. [looks away from her]

[reaches out and forces Naminé to look directly at her.]

Do you think I care?

[cringes, as though expecting a blow]

Nn...! [pushes her hand away and runs off]

[calls after her:]

There's nowhere to hide, witch! If not you, then another!

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