Having been satisfied with her block throwing, Larxene went back to lay on the pink, fuzzy carpeted floor, placing her head back on her pillow with her back to everyone else, covering herself with the sheets. Not waiting for more interruptions, feeling still sleepy, she placed her thumb in her mouth, fluttering her big blue eyes shut, her breathing calming as she slowly went back to sleep.
"Fine then..." Larxene trailed off as she watched him walk away angrily, her eyebrows creased and her eyes small, not getting what he was so pissed about. Glowering at the redhead's back, her gaze switched back to Xaldin as he told her that his number was on a board, and all she did was raised her eyebrow slickly. Genies had a phone number now? Then again, it had everything to do with magic. Turning to the written scribble behind her, she went to snatch up her cellphone from its perch on her hip, only to find it wasn't there. Great. She forgot. It was in her real uniform, and now she had to look for a phone and risk getting caught, especially if Sephiroth was around. Unless he was reasonable... Damn it.
Aerith nodded, glad he understood, and now that her and Tifa had spilled their tears and have been hurt to know the truth, there was no reason to keep the mood and the atmosphere so sad. It still hurt, yeah, not having to ever get anything from what Cloud had to offer, but as she had said, she was willing for the sake of everyone in the group, including Yuffie. Telling herself this, her eye set in a determined glaze, she put away the ache that was roaming in her chest, and simply saved it when it didn't have to ruin the time of fun by going to the pool. Her rosy lips giving up into a mild grin, she eyed the blond merrily, grabbing his elbow in pure friendship, and making him step up gently, "Come up, we all abandoned Yuffie. Let's forget about this for now, and enjoy what we were going to do and put our bathing suits on, ne? Besides, no matter what, you'll always mean something special to us, Cloud...romantic or not." "She's right! You do. And we've wasted enough time as it is, we should hurry up," Tifa agreed with a meek smile on her face, grasping Cloud's other elbow and leading him up with Aerith, flowing with the idea, and wanting for everything to lighten up like the way it was before. The whole thing was horrible and yet perfect, the decision was right, yet it pained her to think that a kiss was all she was going to get from Cloud in forever, in all the years left that she would know him. That didn't make her happy, she knew, and her love would probably fade away with time....but she didn't really want it to. Still, for now, the problem between them all was resolved, and she looked in front of her as they kept walking and approaching Yuffie.
OOC: Ignore that ^^;. It was just a description to make it appear more sinister...we're inside KMart. What section? I don't know...where the check-out lines are? Almost instantly she felt something whiz pass close to her face, making her recoil, only to hear a thud as the weapon dug into the wall. Looking over at it genuinely surprised, she found that it was the purple lance that was befitting of Xaldin, and then it clicked. So it was him. Still, when Axel ordered her to look for the Genie, she simply gave him her own piercing stare x2, saying seethingly, "Didn't you tell Jafar to find him, and he's off looking? We don't even know where the hell that Genie is, or if it is even here." She frowned deeply, though he also got distracted by Xaldin again, and she heard what he was saying. Too bad. She wasn't planning on leaving without the outfit taken off, despite Xemnas, and he was really trying to irk her by mentioning Marluxia. Turning over to the Whirlwind Lancer with a steely expression, she shouted at him, "Suck it up, Xaldin! We're aware of that, but if you think I'm going to leave and screw up my chance of getting this damn harem costume off of my skin, you must have another thing blowing in your mind, and if you continue to interfere, that 'thing' will be multiple kunais slashing through your brain. I know where you sleep. Keep your mouth shut by not telling Xemnas, and we'll be there in due time. I'm royally pissed off as it is! As for Marluxia, do you think I give a damn to know where he went?"
"Shadup!" Larxene yelled at the now hysterical Demyx, pouting and glowering at the crybaby who had just woken her up from her otherwise peaceful nap. Giving her revenge for that, she picked up a plastic, toy block that had the letter D in it...she could tell by what she was taught, with the color orange. Seeing as Luxord was next to him, aiming, because wittle Larxene had some uncanny aim for a four year old, she threw at the poor kid's head hard, landing a hit. "And don't wake me up again, dummy!"
OOC: If we do it in the court room though, we'll probably get penalized xD. But is too tempting. Like to think up how to start it? I was thinking going with witty and snarky verbal insults before physical :D. And that's no problem anwita, I'm willing to wait. If you have to take care of something, then do it, or else is gonna come back to haunt you *-*. Take your time :), is understandable. Larxene had tried to fall asleep for her health after processing well that Axel wouldn't come back, and so, she had to deal without him, since she couldn't do much else, and her call was too late. Saddening, but that's how the actions came about, what else could she do, but accept it? She couldn't though, because she was thinking of her lack of words on not telling him, the emptiness that wasn't his body here, her own sentiments on how she'll be able to trust him again, and that was only the emotional and mental part of it. For the physical, her arms were aching much more than the rest of her body for moving them, her throat was parched and scraped like sand due to her trying to get Axel not to leave, and it was impossible to even close her eyes as it was uncomfortable; it kept the itching that made you want to cough, it stung, it bothered her, and not even swallowing was doing it anymore. So while her eyes were heavy and tired, mostly so because of the darkness, and the fact that all she could do was stare at nothing, sleep was nonexistent. It made her almost wish she had Marluxia here to do what she asked. Almost. Only because then Axel and her wouldn't have talked, or had that moment to themselves to reveal things and set the record straight, not matter how unsatisfying and horrible it ended inside. She hated this. She hated it all. She hated the fact that she was so weak and had to depend on people to do things for her. In the silence though, for a moment she heard some scraping sound, only for a moment. She then blamed it on the window though, or someone passing the halls, since she didn't think Marluxia or Zexion would visit, despite the Cloaked Schemer saying he was to be keeping watch of her. Still, in her lack of sleep, she somehow wish she had something to do.... Maybe if she found the remote to the TV and used a bit more of her renewed strength might help...
Larxene had to pass the iPod and the song, this time, taking the other prosecutor seriously. He appeared more that he knew what he was doing, and it seemed more likeable than the yellow mouse that kept throwing his accusations. She had heard them all, really, but now she had to focus on the questions that were headed at her now. Hopefully, after this one, she could leave. "Actually, from what I can tell from Marluxia, is that he simply met him at the crossroads and disappeared, only to meet him at the entrance. Sora approached Castle Oblivion on his own without a lead, as far as I know, with Naminé luring him in with the connection to his heart. If you still don't think so, then I'm not the right one to ask that..." She thought well about the coup question, and went to answer, "We were planning to take over the Organization with Marluxia at the helm..." And the more she thought about, the more she kept getting irritated. While he promised not to be a normal member, it seemed she was more of a sidekick than she ever thought of before. The question kind of ticked Larxene in annoyance, making her frown, and she felt like snapping something at him, but held herself. "It didn't make me any less of a leader, it was simply because he was the one who had the most set-ups and what to do more than I did, and considering he was the appointed Lord of the castle, and I would've probably rebelled by that, he was my partner. Do you really think you could just leave the Organization? Is not that simple." "I already explained that above, she did in fact, bring him there in someway. Marluxia didn't pave a path for Sora to follow his lead in guidance the whole way or forced him. Should I account it any other way?" Larxene had to choose her words carefully, not knowing whether to reveal it or not, considering she remembered it was a point of debate before. In the end though, she figured it would come out by itself. "I didn't think there was a reason for me to tell her, nor I am obliged to. Marluxia's words didn't say anything of the fact to make her believe she would be harmed, and in fact, was a different thing entirely that didn't obtain to nothing physical. You could add the 'cowed' and 'submissive' there. I merely teased on her sweet hero, nothing more, nothing less. I don't really see what your point is, since the threats weren't to harm or kill her, despite Xemnas's objections, I merely pointed out that we weren't allowed to, and we really weren't planning to." At the last bit, she glowered. "My words didn't taint any hopelessness or reach out to the one thing to get her out of this mess. If that was the case, then you would've thought that if she was grasping, her attitude would've been more jovial from making her have the hope she was lacking, would it not?" "I only teased her of the plan for when we were close after Vexen's murder, considering we've gotten that far. I stated for her to rejoice as her hero was here, and she answered with a unsure 'very happy'. So I told her that in her happiness, to not hurt Sora's feelings. I didn't verify any threat and merely spoke to her. It was only a reminder since everything seems to be going well, and we didn't need Sora to be unstable in any way now that the goal was reaching. But then again....it wasn't like she had a choice even if I didn't say anything..." It came to that point again where she had to think over whether or not to say what made the girl go out of her way for obeying. Yet...she didn't have a reason to rat, maybe if it was Axel. "That was all, really. And by the comment, I meant to save her from her loneliness, which she has been through before I even met her, not to save her from her imprisonment, which she knew wasn't the point of the said scheme. I wasn't ordering Naminé to do anything to Sora prior my fights, if you recall, what was it that I said that made her to what type of action? I mostly spended my time with...Axel in a different room. The only time I spoke to her before the second fight with Sora was 'happiness' factor that I explained, just to call it that, and perhaps had a short conversation before even that time. If you're talking about the charm switching, I never ordered that to her either. And please, do point out how my words could've referred to coercing otherwise." "Don't know where you got Naminé from, as I never truly toyed with her the way I would usually do, if you count teasing as that. To me, she was just there, doing her acquired job. Sora was amusing, in the way that he was trying so hard and cared for this girl he never even really met, already calling the charm precious to him when he just remembered it a second ago. Tch. Maybe because I knew the truth of the matter it was funny to me, yet, I wouldn't have thought he would be so passionate for it after just a few steps." At the other bit though, she laughed a little to herself. "Is there? I don't know...I really don't. Is been long gone since I ever bothered to study myself, you know? And I never attempted to play reactions from the audience as well, if they reacted, it wasn't my intention, just the way I am when speaking." Meaning, had to have a insult somewhere. It was just the way she spoke. Larxene raised a eyebrow in interest, and she wondered why he was bringing up her personal opinion on Riku Replica when it wasn't even point case. "Marluxia had nothing to do with it, let me tell you now. As for the idea, Riku Replica was given a card by Axel that had Riku's memories of his home, along with Sora's, I think, and it was to be utilized by him for the test run. The whole point of him was to have fake memories made, and with needed minimal help from Naminé can it stick...it was something that was followed from that given card at the very second. It was a idea brought up, but it was up to Vexen to decide what is it he wanted to do, which is why I asked him, and he agreed that it must be done. The Replica was his, so I wouldn't have cared either way if this went on. It wasn't my problem whether he wanted to experiment what his recently finished project was capable of. A doll to me... a fabrication made from a creator whose existence was brought to be my its mere distinctive use. He was the scientist's creation of a clone of Riku, and I didn't think much of it because of that, he was to be used. And, he simply went to dare charge at me first in a attack, into which I wasn't going to allow to get hit, don't you think? I wasn't going to do anything to him otherwise. He was a doll because he was handmade to be a doll. If it was up to Vexen, he wouldn't have even been moving in the first place. In the end, it might have appeared he had a conscious, but for the reason he was created, that was what he was meant to be, and I refer him by it, just like we are referred to as Nobodies with lack of heart and feelings, no matter what the outcome of it was. And to make it clear, what was Replica missing that would relate to us?" She took a kind of break there, wanting to see what was it he was comparing them to him for, though she couldn't think well of anything. Sighing, she also went to add, "That, and I wasn't really interested in Riku Replica or keep track of his actions among other things, my time there wasn't to search in -depth at him." She went to roll her eyes at this, waving a nonchalant hand. "Oh, I'm soooo sorry. Then fine, it was my greatest mistake, and is what I regret the most on placing any type of trust in the man. Better for you, Mr. Birdman? I didn't completely reveal it though, merely hinted at it, since he seemed to have a good grasp at what we were doing and said so. It made me believe he was somehow in on it. He didn't get the full story until after he was to kill Vexen and had gained our final trust. Oh, by the way, that's why I put the 'us' in there. We both had trusted him in the end." "I don't how anyone could not feel anger at one point, so correct. And what 'skewed' reality was that? I clearly remember explaining everything that we've done, including myself, I refer to it as us, I called on it that we almost had him, not Marluxia, we, our, whatever plural form you want to call it. And I dare you to prove otherwise. Why don't I admit it? Because I wasn't trying to make him hate Naminé, like I would care either way whether he did or not, there's no point to it by that time, don't you think? What's there to gain, what type of advantage was there when everything was gone? I never excluded myself from the explanation, and considering before, I told him I was the 'bad guy', nothing there said that he should completely trust what I said, and he didn't...if you actually look at it. Is not like I was even the one replacing the memories with the power to do so, Sora just didn't want to believe that Naminé would've been capable of it. So I had to break it down for him in words his brain could understand. And he just seemed to be delusional on the fact that the memories weren't real and that they never existed. Oh, but no, he made a promise anyway, how selfless of him, getting very well into his hero role. I don't know the kid's train of thought, but he went out of his way anyway despite the fact that I told him the truth of the matter. It wasn't torment, it was explaining something that he kept refusing to see, which in turn, while I at first found it funny, made me frustrated on how he was willing to continue and protect her with fake memories and fake promises. Thus, I didn't even drift away to continue from that topic to explain more since he kept arguing it. By then, he was already willing to fight for not his memories. Maybe I didn't understand him or his reason, but it seemed foolish to me and worthy of a good laugh. Til' today, I still don't get it..." "I threw Riku Replica when he was numb and immobile, short-circuited, so to speak. I thought he was damaged. Sora asked what happened to him, and I said the real truth, that Naminé smashed his heart, or are you saying she didn't when it was apparently what happened? I sure didn't do that, and I hope you weren't expecting me to lie for her. It wasn't the fact that I was only angry at the 'betrayer', is because Naminé was also the reason that all our plans were ruined. Now, I should've expected it, by then though it was in my mind that she was at fault, as well as Axel, maybe even myself for being so…stupid. I think I was angry at everything, and I vented it. Which is why I pleaded guilty for abuse. It's the kind of way that you're close to a goal that you've been working on, and is right at the reach of your hands, only to see it fall apart with one flick of a wrist..." Her eyes narrowed at the thought as she looked sideways, her eyebrows creasing from the memories, the disappointment almost washing over her again. Almost. Larxene didn't want to progress the matter any further anyway. As for the other part, now she understood what he was trying to do, asking the psychological questions: just to make her seem like she was a unstable woman with lack of not seeing life forms as they were and not seeing any existence from herself, probably to get her into rehab from what she was hearing from him when explaining to Mr. Power. Did he really think some medical facility does their job? If anything, in her opinion, the whole thing made them more nutsos. Sadist? Sure. Disturbed? Not really. She knew where her brain was at. She didn't really appreciate him as much as before after this. "You're saying that I never took him as a form of life, which I never said, when he was obviously walking and talking, and he wasn't a robot. I'm not insane, Mr. Birdman. And I already presented why I think of him as a doll before, and even if he is or isn't, there wouldn't be a reason of why he would get some kind of special treatment me. I think I mostly explain that on the other question, so you can take some examples from there." She hesitated the last question on the Organization, as it could work differently depending on how the prosecution was going to use the reply. But considering the fact that she was sure there would be some evidence popping up for it, she went to say, "I would think so. Leave, and you're considered a traitor. Traitors..." She didn't finish. She didn't have to. Janexna had given a nod to Xelax's suggestion when he shouted, "OBJECTION", which would be the best course of action if her ear were to be intact. However, she had to wait to present the prove where Naminé herself said that she beckoned him to Castle Oblivion by script, at least, when it was time to present evidence. Otherwise, she had listened intently to Larxene's answers, and it was nothing out of the ordinary, except to having explain herself for her thoughts on Repliku. When she was finally done, she sighed, until she heard a rustle from Xelax. It seems he took out a paper, and looking over at him since he was showing confidence, it surprised her to see that he had acquired the same prove as she did that kept her mind erratic and indecisive. It didn't matter which one had it, they were partners, but they needed to be sure if it was for the best. Staring at him questionably, she went to ask, "Are you positive we should? While it may not slam on Larxene, it may slam on someone else in backfire..."
OOC: I'm a girl T-T. Hmm, I don't what age Larxene should be...maybe 3 or 4...though to have more liability, I'd pick 4. Though, that is, if I have Larxene.
Larxene blazed at Axel when he got in between her and Jafar, locking her ardent and sharp gaze on him, and his words didn't smooth things out. For all she knew, if things didn't go well, she was to be stuck in this harem outfit forever, and Gawd forbid, that would be a news that will deem KMart completely destroyed. Along with the damn genies. And it was all because of Jafar. Still, she didn't want to pass by and be furious at the redhead she liked, so she remained there, simply givng the red poof of smoke her death glare. She wasn't going to attack him...yet. She also didn't think you could kill a genie precisely, which was sad news, really. However, her fury got ignited again when Jafar ignored her and listened to Axel. He. Ignored. Her. How dare he?! Clenching her fists as they sparked with electricity, her bangs really touching the ceiling now, she stepped up, growling, "Why you-!" Yet, he was gone before she could do anything, and she stomped on her foot childishly in frustration. Crossing her arms in a huff, somewhat calmed by the fact that Jafar was heading to get Genie at least, she stayed silent, pouting angrily. Something caught her ear though, and she figured she heard someone speak...it wasn't Axel, as his lips weren't moving, but it was familiar nonetheless. Looking around, she didn't catch anyone... OOC: Yes, Larxene pouts in the game. So cute =3.
OOC: God, how I wish it so....>.< Larxene was calmly listening to the song, making this the third time hearing it, even memorizing some of the words. Nobody will ever know, so she was in safe haven that the music was for her ears only. She was awaiting to be tried next by the prosecution, so she had the volume low and looking around at particularly nothing, only to be hammered by somebody, and as she took her eyes to the direction, she found it was that yellow thing speaking to her. Knowing it was part of the prosecution, her eyebrows burrowed as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying, not aware that she didn't need to be warned from anyone that she was to be cross-examined now. Whatever the case, the more she listened, the more her distaste of the animal displeased her. Though then Xelax spoke up, and she didn't know whether or not to answer to them since it seems that it wasn't...witholding? This whole court was out of whack. And again...was Xelax gazing at her? She began to wonder if the stretch was that big of a deal than she anticipated... Janexna was rubbing her ear, wincing her eye as Xelax's "OBJECTION" blared through her eardrums. Trying to sooth back her hearing that was now numb, she gave her partner a sideways displeased stare, almost pouty. "Watch it. I'm right next to you, you know." Still, she went to frown at how Mr. Power was jumping on her defendant that way, and considering who Larxene was, this will no doubt rile her on to anger. It almost made her shout "OBJECTION" for the first time, but it seems she will leave that to Xelax. Mr. Power was definitely in for a run if she revealed what she had in store in her folder. However, clenching her fists, she gave a blaring nasty stare at him. She wasn't clear what went on in Naminé's case as she was dazed, but his attitude wasn't much better from what she could tell. Call it Larxene fangirlism, but she was getting bothered at the Pokémon. Hearing Birdman, though, she gave a nod, knowing he was more....reasonable. To give the defendant's agreement to the judge, she went to say, "I have no qualms about that..." OOC: There's magic in pressing Preview from time to time on the Reply buttons to know if anyone else posted something that should be considered before putting up anything ^^.
I have not been talking to this family, and I got a VIP pass o.O. Grr. By the way, good day/night/morning guys, wherever you are ^^;. What's been happening? All I see is Lord Of The Rings and Potter Puppets @_@.
That was it then. It was final. Aerith closed her eyes, trying to drain the tears away, because she knew no other end was the most righteous as this one. It was a sacrifice on Cloud's part, and for them as well, yet, there was bound to be pain and abandonment for the one who didn't get chosen. With this...that won't happen. It wasn't great to think about, not able to touch Cloud, or kiss him, or process their love daily, but if it was to keep the group stable, then she was willing...hesitantly, but willing. Wiping some tears that had fell with her hands, getting a hold of herself from the hurt of this, she was surprised to hear him say he wanted a last kiss. Truthfully, the thought sounded tempting, their lips touching and feeling each other, and a warm source of sensation shined her heart at the image and the expectation, but...no. She will, but not right now...it had to be special. And she didn't want it to be quick or be in front of another who loved him as well. It was hard, but it'll be worth it, she was positive. Gazing at Cloud deeply into his cerulean eyes, with a weak smile, she replied softly, every word unsure, but knowing it was right, "I would give you a kiss, Cloud...just not now. You'll get it soon, I just want to wait for the right time, because now, I can't...if you are willing to wait a little longer..." She didn't know what she would do if so. Tifa sighed in defeat, her mood lowering a little as the whole thing settled, and Cloud's choice was definitely made. There was nothing more to say, this way, everything will be alright with everyone, and none will have to worry over which girl Cloud would choose or which one he liked, and no competition to break any form of friendship. It had yet to make her feel any better though, and her eyes kept fluttering to not cry, yet Aerith let out a few that weren't willing...and she too let them go, finding it worthwhile since they were at the peak and couldn't be held back, before cleaning them off. It was better not to make the situation sadder, though she was shocked to hear Cloud had wanted a kiss, as a remembrance, perhaps, but she remained quiet as the thought itself floored into her mind and heart, and that was the most desired thing she had ever wanted to do. Still, when she heard Aerith's response, she was a bit startled that she wouldn't take the chance she's gotten, but she also said that she would, just not at this second. And as Tifa thought about it, she didn't really want to kiss Cloud in front of the girl, and knowing her feelings...it would be more than just a peck. That, and there was a point...what better way to kiss someone you love, and have your last words, in the privacy of your own? Nodding her head a bit reluctantly, she agreed with Aerith, sending a type of forlorn expression at him. "I....have to say the same. I think we both want to kiss you, Cloud, yet...to make it memorable, is better when it's at our own time, if you understand..."
OOC: The real Larxene just died a little inside xD.
I would like to be Larxene, if that's alright. How old are they suppose to be exactly? xP That way, if I get her, to see what type of mean she would be ^o^.
OOC: I needed to think on what to post. Larxene went into thought at Axel's words, though she got easily distracted when he felt his hands trail lower, and her cheeks burned in both embarassment and irritation, her eyes narrowing and her lips pursing. Sure, she was going to allow him to touch her, but not now, and either he couldn't wait any longer, or he was just being freaky. Trying to decide whether to electrocute his hands away or not, while teasing him to be patient as she found some kind of satisfication in the fact that he couldn't hold himself, Axel stepped away himself in surprise, breaking away their hug. It seemed someone had come. Her vision shifting to see the person, not hearing Axel's question, she spotted the red genie...Jafar. The reason she was in this whole mess in the first place, despite the fact that he helped her out before at revealing who was telling the truth betwen Axel and Marluxia. But he wasn't even that kind about it either that time, taunting her. What was he doing here in KMart? Her eyes turning into slits now from anger and her hair pricklling with static, making her cute, antennae like bangs stand on end as she pointed at him accusingly, she exclaimed, "YOU?! You're the whole reason why I'm even stuck in this harem outfit! I command you to search for that Genie and get him to take this off!" So much for the not demanding and be nice clause.
OOC: I've been thinking to have a good show in the court room or privately >D. Though court room sound so much more fun. I have to think of a way to start it though. And, again, that sucks holes :/. I hate when everything you write goes out in a blink of a eye, and all you are left with are the remains T-T. I can understand your anger, last time, I wanted to throw my computer out the window, though that was mostly because of Database Errors, damn those buggers. Good news is, the post came out just fine, unless you were planning for more thoughts. "Don't go!" Larxene exclaimed out with all the strength her throat and vocals could muster, turning into one of her worst coughing fist yet to date as the inside of her neck cringed and stung, but it was all for naught as he left. Trying to gain control, her eyes spilling leftover tears from this, she went to hold back and swallow a lot to sooth the turbulence, which was thankfully working, but now it felt like she was thirsty. And water was something she couldn't reach at the moment. Her fast breathing calming down as the coughs stopped, and her hands grabbing hard on the covers, she felt something die a little inside, despite the good terms they ended with. Larxene wished Axel would stop making the decisions for her, when it wasn't what she wanted...though the fact that she couldn't say them may had affected him more than she had imagined it would. While it was tough for her to give out her soul right now, she still wanted him to stay with her for the while. With him there...stroking her hair, the soft touch of his fingers, the still ardent, soft kiss on her forehead that was close to her bandaged wound, making it feel like it was healing, and whose lips still remained as if it was done just half a second ago, made her insides churn at the loss...especially when she had loved the feel of him close and his affection. She was going to ask him, as best she could, to sleep beside her together so her senses would be filled with his spicy cinnamon scent and the heat he protruded, that would definitely sent her to a peaceful sleep, yet...as it seems, it wasn't to be. He was gone before the idea was let out into the air, and she was left with the aching disappointment. Need rest? She didn't think her eyes would close after this meeting....her thoughts were going to be in some turmoil for awhile, as he confessed his love to her strongly and even went away with that word in mind, but she couldn't give it back. Larxene didn't want tomorrow...she wanted now, but it got screwed over. She almost hated herself for not being able to simply admit it, though he said forever, her goal wasn't to keep him waiting. So here she was, needing his presence which she ironically didn't agree with before, the aura of him being in her room lingering, but that was all she had because he had flown away. As her wet eyes peered into the dark, empty room, gazing at the silver rays that were the only source of light, she felt lonely...it was something she asked before, but then Axel's arrival changed everything, and she wished for him. Her love for him was dying to be in his proximity and be close, so amazing and so strong the feelings were that covered her body, that she almost choked and was frightened that it might be the end of her, which closely succeeded. There was something about Axel that caught her eye...she loved his persona, his attitude, his humor, his sarcasm, the sexy smirk he always wore, his mind, his wit, his passion, his smoothness, his snark, his soft words, his hair, his eyes, his face, his body, his soul, and anything else that made him up. And who she craved whole. Larxene knew he was a gorgeous and handsome specimen of a man, despite his thin and sinewy figure, whose abs and muscles made up for it. Who would've expected a male redhead to look so good, and with not even a fleck of freckles on his face? He was captivating in many ways, magnetic, charming...any girl would do a double take when he passed them by. Larxene liked his tattoos too, fitted him well, the fine features he was blessed with, and the bright fire red of his hair that could be seen even in the darkness, just like his glowing jade colored eyes that shined like a creature of the night as if seeing through one's soul, and . He was a wild card and dangerous, like the fire he possessed, soft and protecting you with its warmth, only to flicker and burn you with a blink of a eye. Larxene guessed that was what made her keep her feelings in, what worried her the most, even though Axel never acted that behavior when around her....so far. And now....she might not get anything from him because of her lack of admitting her true emotions, who were roped back by fear and uncertainty, for her lack of trust, making him take away his company. There will be none of calm for her in these long hours anyway...so much for the sleep she wasn't going to get, with her throat needing liquid, and packed with missing him. She'll probably be still bedridden.
Larxene had answered what needed to be answered, the questions asked for a specific thing, and she went and replied to those, not getting into details because the questions themselves didn't ask her to. They were short and simple, and she kept the flow. However, seeing as she was supposedly done from being cross-examined by the defendant, she had to await the prosecutor's turn. She wasn't in any way nervous or anxious though, and she laid back to take a rest on her chair, feeling a little drained and annoyed from all the pestering, and there was more to come. It wasn't like she had enough information considering she rarely ever spent it alone with Naminé unless she had to (ordered) or there was a group discussion that made her be in her designated room. That was Marluxia's watch, not hers. Holding back a yawn, she was to take her one second relaxation before she was pounded on again, and focused on the song playing right now in her ears....it turned out to catch her interest. It seems Janexna had quite a few songs with this Celine Dion person (or so she read in the description there), and while she had skipped over them, the lyrics on this particular one caught her attention. Where do silent hearts go? Looking down to see the title of the song, she found it was something called Where Does My Heart Beat Now, somewhat cheesy, romantic, something that deserved to be burned, butchered, shredded, stabbed, hell, she really wanted to change it, yet she let it play anyway. Eh. It was somewhat relatable at least. Though she had really enjoyed the other Bad Girl song by some Danity Kane chicks. "I think that's it, your Honor," Janexna had stated, finally snapping out of her thoughts from the clues she had in her folder of the script, and to prove that Naminé herself said she had beckoned Sora to Castle Oblivion, yet she had to do the obvious plot that set up the whole game. Of course, she also said that she didn't mean for it to be this way, but the point still stood ground to go along with what Larxene was saying if the prosecution wanted to keep going with that argument. The other, a conversation that was just a few quotes away, was another thing entirely, and if she had to present the quote from Naminé, there was a chance they'll find out what she was being indecisive about. It would only make the next trial harder, though it was to go with the fact that Larxene was just a bully, yet didn't coerce Naminé into anything she wasn't already doing from before. She had to make a sacrifice, though. Glancing over at Xelax, she did ask him, "You're done, right? It's time to have the other side have their turn?" So far, Larxene pleaded guilty to abuse. The rest was questionable.
Aerith widened her eyes in surprise at the words that came out of Cloud's mouth, but it soon slowly started disappearing as his decision process into her mind well, and she didn't find it so shocking. Other than the fact that he mentioned breasts there, it was either he chooses one of them, or none. He couldn't have both. One had to be hurt and left in the dust to mourn over the loss, while another gets to live happily with who she loved. It was expected of Cloud not to do such a cruel thing, yet, it didn't help the disappointment and sadness she felt. It was good that she didn't have to feel pain of Cloud picking Tifa over her, or saying that he loves her more, but the fact that she could never be with him had to set in carefully. He didn't choose any of the two. Her body and heart aching slightly at the thought of never experiencing or admitting her love for him, though he already had a clue, hit deeper than she intended, and she took a moment of silence to try and come to grasp it. As her insides churn and shook, her hands clasping each other tightly as her vision blurred from her quivering eyes, she stared down at the floor. She really didn't know what to say to this. It was like her heart got somehow punctured slightly but was still beating, because it knows it will never have to see who Cloud would've taken as his girl. Tifa, found this as a type of big blow, the same conclusion spiraling through her head and heart. She understood the decision, and she knew now, that this was the better path to take, that way, no one would end hurt or abandoned by the lost love or being rejected. But really....Cloud rejected them both, though not because he didn't love one more or did not love them. It was rejection in the way...that he will never choose, and neither her nor Aerith would ever have the hope of giving their love and affection to him, which they had harbored for so long. It was heartbreaking, to know that the fact of the matter is that from now on, they will just be friends. There was no seeing Aerith fly away with Cloud to bring the agony of that into reality, and there was no friendship to be annihilated in the end...but it still drove her to anguish. Her breathing lowering as she felt something fall down in the caverns of her stomach, her eyes glazed over in tears as it kept hammering over her head, and she swallowed hard, gazing at Cloud almost like in hopelessness. In a soft and low croak, she asked him...being the only able to speak, "Are you sure?...." But that had to be sure, because, if she was in Cloud's position, she would've chosen none as well. It wasn't as bad as it could've been...
OOC: *slaps head* I don't know why does that keep slipping my mind...O.O. DF, don't think on it too much :/, I'm already used to it, and you don't have to please anybody. Since I've been reading mostly the novels, Naminé's characterization has been stuck in my head, and is weird to look at her in a different light since I'm so used to what she represents in writing in a real version of the situation. But that isn't your fault. And to think, bas-idiot was a misunderstanding xD. Hurrah for creating words that don't exist! =D Larxene was beginning to feel odd now, or rather, more like being watched. Was it just her, or was Xelax kind of her eyeing her strangely? He was gazing at her a bit too much for her liking. Raising her eyebrows at the man, she listened to his last questions...or she was hoping they were, and went into thought. Had she manipulated Naminé or Sora? All she remembered was taunting Naminé most of the time, though she knew that what she said didn't make her do anything she already wasn't set out to do by Marluxia, unless making fun of someone does that. For Sora...not outwardly either, unless it was the fact that she reminded him of Naminé's name, which was bound to happen anyway whether she did or did not as he kept going deeper into the castle. Maybe if they actually brought out what was it they were calling her on manipulation for, she might know what to reply with. Yet, how about now? Thinking this over, predicting that the prosecutor might bring this up eventually for her to truly answer, she went to respond to the first question at hand, "As far as I'm aware of for now, no." Yet, the second question, was a different story altogether, and she deemed herself even guilty. There's no other way around it. Besides, was dying a second time? As long as it didn't include mice..."As for guilty of abuse...yes." Janexna looked on, not surprised at that admittance, because even she knew Larxene did hit Naminé, and she was kind of proud that she didn't lie her way out of it by denying it, or else the prosecution was going to have a field day on arguing that one. But she knew Larxene wasn't guilty of forcing to do Naminé anything. It was just that, taking teases at what she was doing, and from the cutscenes she remembered, Naminé didn't really act on nothing Larxene said, except to look down sadly. It was because the real reason Naminé erased Sora's memories was not on the Savage Nymph in the first place, and why the little blonde girl kept doing what she was. No...it was not. It was a hard decision to bring out though, and to show the judge. If Larxene didn't spill it, then she wasn't sure if she and Xelax could. While it might release her, it...was a do or die situation concerning two people. And she was torn about this for the moment.
OOC: The bas-idiot thing was only Larxene trying to lower the cursing, so while she was going to call him a b**tard, she switched it to idiot ^^;. Not that it was a mixture...though is quite amsuing. As for the Naminé thing, I wasn't telling at Destiny for being OOC, I was telling her that while her character and presentation of Naminé is different here, considering the situation that Larxene remembers her as the timid girl, there shouldn't be a reason for Naminé to get angry and almost stomping over for the obvious canon personality she showed. And Repliku, in the Novels, where it goes into the thinking pattern of the characters, Naminé's never shown any vile hostility as she's doing so now, even with Saïx and all she went through. Hell, I think Saïx even slapped her ala Larxene at one point, but all she could think of was that she now understood because she had said that he still felt/remembered his heart, and called him a pitiful person. She's soft, understanding, and doesn't judge any of the Org. members because as a Nobody herself, she knows their situation. If there's to be a opinion of her having one, then let it be right if it's coming down now. As for the rest...that sounds more like it can be argued IC.
