Post by Matt on Jan 31, 2011 23:27:09 GMT -5
OH YES. SHE IS BACK.
Username: Matt
Canons you own: Vexen, Cloud, and Loz
Link to RP thread: Ohh, you know I have threads.
Audition:
Larxene’s heeled boots sounded loudly on the metal ground of the Postern, another clanging sound ringing out with each step. Despite the female Nobody’s evident lack of attempt at remaining remotely stealthy, her presence was going largely unnoticed. None of the simple residents of Radiant Garden ever really seemed to bother to stray so close to the Castle, for whatever reason. Perhaps they were afraid of the so called “Mistress of Evil”, though she couldn’t imagine why. What an unfitting and clearly self-proclaimed title for such an incompetent old hag. Please, no wonder the darkness was growing weak with losers like her on its side.
Stopping, she gazed up at the towering building before her, placing one of her hands on her hip. Man, talk about a dump. The whole thing was falling apart, same as the rest of the sad little town. One big symbol of the world's decrepitness, that was all it was. Like everything else there it had probably been somewhat nice at one point, before the heartless had shown up at least. But it sure didn't look that way anymore, and that obviously wasn't about to change any time soon. "Radiant Garden?" Hah. They should've stuck with the name "Hollow Bastion". That actually fit the barren wasteland of a world, which was anything but radiant.
The people here were such idiots! Trying to fool themselves into believing they could actually restore this place? As if. A small butterfly with brilliant blue wings came fluttering by; a stark contrast to it's surroundings. Most people likely would have found it beautiful; too serene a sight to disturb. Most. With incredible swiftness, she swatted the insect with the back of her hand, sending it crashing to the ground. Crippled, it tried in vain to fly off, but continued to fall back down again and again. She smirked maliciously. How come some dull creatures just couldn't ever get it through their heads when they were beat? They just couldn't accept when their situation was hopeless. Without hesitating, she brought one of her shoes down abruptly, crushing the life right out of it. "Oops."
Of course, it wasn't like she really minded. If people wanted to fill themselves up with false hope then that was totally their decision. Pointless? Well, duh. But hey-- if everyone accepted defeat as easily as they ought to, that would be far too boring. It was people's insistent desire to repetitively get up that made bringing them back down a challenge (though only a minor one in her case), and so much more satisfying. After all, there was nothing more enjoyable than messing with people and causing them pain. The wonderful feeling of dominance that you got from having complete control over another human and being able to whatever you wanted with them. This of course applied just as much mentally as it did physically; the weapon didn’t matter. Whether you were slowly inflicting pain upon your victim with a knife or your words, the entertainment was there all the same.
"Hey, who're you?" a voice demanded from behind her.
Curious to see who it was that was addressing her, Larxene turned around slowly. "Who, mee?" she asked innocently, gesturing towards herself. The man was muscular, had short silver hair, bright green eyes, and was dressed completely in black leather (wow, wasn't THAT original).
"Oh, I'm Nobody..." Raising her index finger to her chin, she cocked her head to the side, pretending to study the person in front of her. "Although if I'm Nobody I wonder what that makes you." He stared at her with a mix of anger and confusion, it at least dawning on him that he had been insulted. "Huh?"
Considering who's supposed property they were on, it wasn't difficult to guess who this little guard dog belonged to. Throwing her head back, she laughed shrilly. "Maleficent's pawns just keep getting dumber and dumber, don't they?" Her expression turned somber as she sighed dramatically. "Good help is soo hard to come by these days."
Scowling, the man appeared to contemplating whether or not to attack the intruder. "You're with Organization XIII, aren't you?" The natural response would be "Yeah freaking right". Like she would every want to ally herself with those useless morons ever again. Even if she did want a heart back, which she didn't, they were never going to succeed in reaching their goal. But... Causing chaos in the name of group? That would be sure to increase others' hostility towards them, making things much more difficult for them.
The corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. "Oh-ho! Too clever." Not. This one seemed to do the impossible: make Demyx look only mildly mentally challenged. "I'm Larxene. And... you are?" Before he had time to reply, she raised her hand in an indication to stop. "Oh wait, I just remembered: don't care!" The man simply stared at her for a moment before the metal contraption on his left arm suddenly sprang forward, and a menacing grin spread across his face. "You wanna play?"
"Play?" she asked amusedly, giggling. In a flash of lighting, Foudre appeared between her fingers, her voice loosing its playfulness. "I should warn you that I like to play a bit rough." Apparently taking this as a challenge, Maleficent's minion came charging at her with unexpected speed. Still, she was faster.
She pretended to be preparing to block the incoming punch, however avoided it at the last second, slicing her knives against one of his cheeks. This wasn't too serious a blow, but enough to hurt, and enough to leave three long, crimson lines on his face. Wincing, he clutched the wound with right hand. "Aww, not gonna cry, are you?" she mocked, smirking. "Pathetic."
Making a sound close to a growl, he came at her again. This time he was at least attempting to be careful, though his anger would likely get in the way of that. It was the inability to control their emotions that made those with hearts so weak. She met him head on this time, attacking in a flurry of knife slashes. Having equipped his weaponless arm with some sort of short blade, he was managing to defend against the onslaught fairly well.
Larxene could have kept that up all day, had a foot not have come up at her. Doing a back-flip into the air, she avoided the kick, only to have a string of bullets fired up at her. So the sword was a gun? The eyebrow she rose to this was nothing to look of surprise on the his face when she suddenly vanished from view. He was lucky to turn around in time to block the rear assault as she appeared. Not so lucky, mind you, to be able to escape the bolt of lighting that came down at him simultaneously from the opposite direction.
Caught by the full force of the lighting, the man was sent flying a few feet forward, face first into the ground. "Cheater..." he mumbled, turning over with some difficulty onto his back. "Oh boo-freaking-hoo. When did I say I played fair, hmm?" Still partially stunned, he tried to lean forward but she stopped him, forcefully digging her heel into his ribs. Laughing, as he cried out in pain. "You are such a baby."
She examined one of her knives, no longer carrying the others, running it threateningly through her fingers. Looking down she smiled menacing for a moment, raising her weapon. But she sighed, suddenly appearing to loose interest. "And if you're gonna be a baby, I'm not so sure I want to play with you." Intentional to hit his head with her heel as she did, she began to walk away. Glancing behind, she giggled, wiggling her fingers. "Ta-ta!"
The Savage Nymph had had her fun, but she had far more important fish to fry. Starting first with that jerk, Axel. If he thought he had seen the last of her, boy was he wrong. Dead wrong.
