Frozen on the spot, Larxene witnessed the aerial blades glide straight for her. Oh no... This couldn’t be. The Nymph braced herself, preparing for the worst pain imaginable to tear right through her narrow body. Her eyes closed, kunai faded, and fists tightened as her body prepared itself for fading; the ending was inevitable; her and Axel were either going to fight to the death, or she was to be killed under the wrath of her boss. In admittance, she had goofed off and disobeyed all orders given by Xemnas, been less antagonistic, more of an annoyance, and still the downright bitch she always had been. To top it off, she hadn’t actually helped at all. With being only one or two hearts away from their goal, Larxene was so close to being human. Being a person, rather than a mere shell of what was someone, and now nothing. A moment of silence had passed with her eyes shut, and the Nymph finally realised that she hadn’t actually been hit. All her limbs were mobile, and her mind was still ticking rather than succumbing to immense pain. If the aerial blades of her master had hit her by now, then she would not be stood rigid on the spot, thinking about how something so little had been blown into such catastrophic proportions. Upon the reopening of her eyes, she looked at Xemnas before her. His hands were empty, but the expression upon his face still troubled to a certain extent. “What..? How-” The Nymph looked down before her, her eyes settling on Gex’s body. No. No, no, no, no, no. NO. Slowly, Larxene knelt down, feeling her veins run cold as she touched the side of Gex’s face. What had the masochist done this time? Sacrificed himself for her? But he couldn’t fade, not yet. She had spent such time away from him that now, she wanted to have one of their depth-filled conversations again. She wanted to hit him, cause him hurt, and watch his eyes fill with some form of admiration at the aspect of pain being inflicted upon his body; that is what sparked the sickening connection between the two: pain. And now he was taking it for her, as the thought of her being harmed instead of himself was probably not worth it. How saddening, yet insanely ironic this situation had become in a matter of seconds; the person she had abandoned had come to her rescue in the blink of an eye, sacrificing his own belittled health, and going against his own humble, loyal nature... All to save the girl known as the despicable traitor. Larxene’s eyes began to sting slightly, holding back a small plea as she willed herself not to feel weakness nor show it before her superior. That would result in a sour state of affairs on her part, as she knew that the moment of weakness once shown, would never be a moment forgotten in this organisation. Well, not in Larxene’s case anyway; the name ‘Savage Nymph’ leads people to the assumption of her being a cold-hearted, vicious girl. Which she was, but on the occasion, phantom emotions seemed to want to tempt fate and play on the high-rises. Especially at times like these. “Gex...Gexlion...” She called softly, shaking the nobody the best she could; she was just keeping a grip on everything, and him being unresponsive probably wasn’t the greatest attribute as to what was happening. She looked back up, recognising Xion touching Gex too. “Heal him...” She whispered, not belittling her self-pride to actually beg aloud. “Don’t let him fade, Xion...” Soon, her tone lessened from the begging voice she had formerly held, and had progressed to an angry, demanding approach on the young nobody. “I know you can help him, now DO IT.” (OOC: Decided I owed you guys a decent post, as my last ones have been utter rubbish.)
I liiiiiiiike it. :/ silly intruders.
I seen the word flower and skipped the whole video :v Sorry, Rissy. But, I suppose as long as you enjoyed this shit game it's alright .
I fancy huntin' down some super-mods :B|:
OH HERRO I don't know you, well, not personally. I admire your rping as Xigbar, but that's it. ....HERRO 8D
Larxene staggered back slightly, clutching her chest tightly. She still held her icy glare the Axel, her body charged with enough electricity to fry food upon. Her anger flared higher – if it were possible – at the words Axel had spoke of how she had ‘turned Demyx against him’; what a load of bullshit. “I fail to remember me speaking one word of discouragement towards your and Demyx’s comradeship. Why would I do that?” With a patronising smile, the Nymph again appeared closer to Axel, just to his right, and cut several times within a matter of seconds at his forearm. To finish her multiple slashing, she kicked out her leg, a fraction of a moment after her mêlée, and hit behind the Flurries knee in a hope to send him to the floor again. She took a step back, staring at the red head with a furious expression upon her features yet again. “I once held respect for you, Axel. You were the only member that was probably worth half the time I would spend conversing and taunting. Heck, at one point I felt admiration towards you; you got the job done, and with style, too. You were probably the only one who had the same taste for fighting as me. It’s evident that you had never had that same look, and I’m glad, because now I know never to look at you with an ounce of respect as I once did.” At that she concluded her miniature rant. Feeling the air go heavy with humidity, and clouds gather above, her eyes shone a deeper azure than usual, willing to tear the Flurry to pieces before her leader. The humidity, it brought more static to the air, therefore powering her up more. Each square inch of her body was buzzing with the adrenaline of a fight, charging with the power and will to go on until an inch of fading.
due to my arguments tonight, I have to be offline tomorrow night at 10pm my time. (2pm yours)
Larxene's eye twitched slightly. Soon to follow was her arm, leg, and a slight grind of her teeth. Small hisses and sizzles, like that of a hot frying pan, were beginning to make their way through the thick atmosphere. Her azure eyes lay locked on Axel, clutching Demyx in a threatening manner, and basically crushing his confident stride of which larxene herself had witnessed. What was Axel implying? She was a slut? Oh, please, he was not doing that. He seriously wasn't. ...He was. Larxene took one slow step back and took a breath, ignoring the sharp pains that encaved her left ribs. Obviously, some were cracked, but that was to be ignored for this moment in time. With her speed, the Nymph took a quick step forward, holding her left leg on the floor firmly, whilst bringing her right up to connect with Axel's over-active jaw. The crack from when the contact was made echoed throughout the altar. It was like thunder, but deeper. Hopefully she had broken it. Along with the force of the Nymph's kick, was a punch to the same spot on the flurry's jaw. Said punch was charged with electricity, all that she could hold in her small fist. The crack sent the flurry crashing to the floor, sparks still flying from his body. "Don't you ever imply that I am a whore again, you ginger haired little fuck." She spat, glaring at Axel, summoning her Kunai in the process.
:lolface: that game cover reminds me of the game 18-wheelers.
Talking about what? I meant that in an innuendous fashion, dear.
I like deathnote, as it isn't all ninjas and elements like other mangas and anime.
You don't wanna know, hunny.
hah, okay. I like deathnote, but that's about it.
Once released form the grasp of her superior, Larxene's power was released into the atmosphere. A rumble of thunder errupted from the sky as she was thrown through the air, followed by white streaks of searingly hot lightening that smashed into the floor of the altar. Following the crashing of her element, was the Nymph's small body. She slid for several meters, before stopping just a meter or so away from Demyx. Her lungs burned as she attempted to breathe, but the sharp pains in her left ribs were too much for her to actually take a deep breath. A copper-like taste formed on the back of her tongue, amungst the confines of her throat. The more she attepted to breathe, the stronger the urge was to cough. She couldn't cough, for she knew that pain was soon to follow that action. Nevertheless, she still had to find some way of clearing her airways. Suddenly, Larxene leant forward, using all her energy that wasn't released already into one almighty cough, causing spats of blood to fly from her mouth and onto the floor below her. More followed, causing a small, crimson puddle on the floor between her hands. She couldn't show a weakness such as this. Now now. In one swift movement, the Nymph was on her feet. Her posture was bent slightly to her left side, but nothing too noticable. She wiped the corners of her mouth, and shook her head. In doing so, she blinked several times, attempting to make the white spots clear from her vision. "Tell me, sir, how I have dissapointed you." She declared, looking up at the silver haired man before her. "I have not killed half the population of Hollow bastion, I have not flooded the town and blown our cover, and despite your suspiscions, I have not under any circumstances been a damn traitor to this organisation."
No, I don't take a liking to that sort of thing, sadly.
Call me sparkey. How lovely to meet you.
Opera being..?
What do I want? For you to either learn spelling and make sense, get some manners, or just get away from me please.
:lolface: This made me smile.
