Larxene hit the floor with an abrupt thud. Her eyes blinked repeatedly, pupils dilating and shrinking like rapid pulses. Her fists clenched, sending a crushing amount of electrical energy through the air. The hairs on her arms stood beneath her cloak, along with those on the back of her neck. Her chest ascended higher as she took in a large lungful of breath, glaring at the Nocturne with such coldness, she might aswell throw the pathetic wimp in a freezer. She was now officially pissed off. “I’m going to fucking kill you.†She growled, lunging towards the musician viciously. Her hands made almost immediate impact with his throat as she tackled him to the floor, sending a louder tremor through the stones beneath them. More energy erupted from her hands, which were now clasped around his throat, blocking his windpipe – but not totally. “You’re going to regret that move, you cocky bastard.†She snarled, taking one hand away from Demyx’s throat, and summoning four of her Éclair into her right hand. The blades sizzled, showing an instant reaction with the thickening static that inhabited the air around the nobodies in the corridor. Her eyes glistened fiercely, half of her mind enjoying what was happening, and the other in absolute turmoil over the embarrassment that had struck her when she hit the floor. She meant every word that she threw at him, and by god, she would make sure he regrets even looking at her in the first place. Who was he to stroll in here and interfere with what was happening? Demanding her attention like a deprived, bored, useless little child? He is nothing, was nothing, and will be nothing even more so when she is done with his worthless carcass. Her blade, first of her four Éclair, slid itself up his neck. It positioned itself horizontally, so not to slice the flesh of his throat on its climb upwards from the side of her finger that gripped close to the glands in his neck, to the point where his neck and jaw met. Although the blade scraped a mere two inches or more, the action took its time, letting the situation actually sink into the Melodious Nocturnes thick skull. Her smile stretched across her face, mischievous and lustful in the moment she felt so dominant. If he were to do one thing out of place, or what Larxene found threatening or defiant, she would most certainly slice his throat apart. Obviously, laughing in the process.
Hey there. What's up?
Read last post, delete is please. It's showing so much on my profile due to the customizations.
I know :'D Expect Demyx to make a scene over what she did, btw.
There wasn't, that is the reason for the impressed state that I am currently in.
It made me laugh, smile, and giggle. That really doesnt happen unless emotional or physical pain are involved:/gasp:
Oh my god. I can't beleive how much I adore your post in Pride.
How...irritating. Larxene swung her arm out, her hand open as she slapped onto Demyx’s abdominal area. The force of the seemingly playful hit sent electrical charges out of her gloved hand, and into the water mages body. It wasn’t high voltage, but not exactly vibrating massages either. Just enough to get the whole ‘get off me you prick’ message across to him. Her eyes, sharp as ever, leered upwards for several seconds as she held her hand in the same position, and let them drop – along with her arm and sparking hand. “Don’t even think of making physical contact with me again.” She declared, closing her eyes and striding towards the new member with the ego bigger than his brain. “Wow, for an idiot, you do take sayings literally, don’t you? ...I suppose it takes wit to comprehend the meanings behind phrases.” She sighed, crossing her arms as she walked. “And why would you allow me to? Did you feel sorry for me or something?” She scoffed, covering her mouth as she did so. The thought of someone showing pity towards here brought such hilarity to the front of her mind. “Aaaw, the little blonde girl, all small and weak.” She mocked, moving her hand in a bad impersonation of someone talking. “Well wake up and smell the coffee, hun, I could kick your ass any day of the week.” She smiled, standing in a straight line opposite Gexlion. Her eyes focussed on his, her flourishing features growing brighter by the second. She had ignored all around her, and was now focussing directly on her target, knowing that soon she would be decorating this boring castle, with him as her little helpless paintbrush. (OOC: Oh, look! Indications! *gasp* ;D )
Oh my, did you survive?
:=D: Rebel.
()_() ='.'= omfg iz a wabbit.
It's... Odd. I like odd. 8/10
Hey, no msn right nao?
Larxene turned her head, looking Demyx up and down with acute, cerulean eyes. Did she ask for an opinion? Did she request him to make a comment on her daily routine and needs? No, clearly not. She glanced back up at Gexlion - who seemed to have quite some blood dripping from his mouth - and laughed quietly to herself. “Wow, I didn’t know you could view the whole situation from your bed.†She retorted, placing her sparking hands onto her hips in a regal fashion, whilst looking back at the Nocturne. “Or, what, were you spying or something?†She chuckled, her voice growing thicker with sarcasm with every moment that passed. If he wanted to get himself involved, then she most certainly would carve him right up. Her eyes glinted with self-assurance, the azure crystals sparkling as she thrived in the moment of which she could argue, feel superior, and feel the power of her element racing through every inch of her body. “Wait!†She gasped, clicking her right set of gloved fingers in the air, giving the false impression of a eureka moment. “Maybe... you weren’t here to see any of it, and you just pranced in here making false assumptions!†There was a silence, only to be broken by The Nymph’s repeated giggle, and the click of her boots on the stone floor below her as she strolled towards the cracked window again. “Well,†She smiled dryly to herself, stopping a couple of metres back from the pane of glass. “I think I just hit the nail on the head.†(OOC: Sorry it took me two days to reply to this, it's been a bit hectic lately.)
Ignore what I said. Something happened and I took it out on you..
Hey guys, let's kill him.
That's called a crowd surf, dear.
My own poem I had written a while back. Thanks <3 Same as last time, slip.
rhythm guitarist
2/10 for the avvy. It's small. 8/10 for the siggy, I love loony tunes.
