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Wow, she was rude. He wasn't going to start a fight with this woman. In fact, he'd rather just leave.

Her tone annoyed him quite a good deal, though. Surely one little comeback wouldn't hurt?

"You're too small for me to see easily. I looked right over you," he said before turning to Shardd. "Hi! I'm Soren Gray."

Soren began to walk past the crazy woman, hoping that she wouldn't do anything more.

[Larxene]

That's It, Someone Is Getting Stabbed

Larxene was really starting to get annoyed with all these interruptions. One after another, after another, after another... It was really just starting to get ridiculous. Could she not choose herself a nice little prey without having some other idiot getting in the way? And this wasn't the first time this kid, Shardd-- as his name apparently was, was the one doing it tonight. You'd think he had a death wish or something.

Her eyes flickered to his hand, which he had placed on the hilt of his sword, as if threateningly. Was he trying to intimidate her? Oh please. Like he was even remotely intimidating. The mutant freak was smart, making a break for it while it had the chance. "Fly away, little birdy..." Perhaps now she ought to teach Shardd here a lesson. One that he would be sure to remember for the short remainder of his life.

"Well, Sharp-- was it? Shark? Whatever. Personally, I'm not really a big fan of talking things out, so..." She looked away idly, giving an impression of disinterest, or at least one of contemplation. Suddenly she sprang forward like a cat pouncing on it's prey, slashing straight at her opponent's chest with four of her knives.

Considering the fact that there was only like a foot between them, combined with her extreme speed, the chances of him completely dodging the attack were... Well about zero. And having yet to draw his weapon before challenging her, a stupid move, by the time he could unsheathe it and raise it in defense her Foudre would already have sunken deep into his chest.

"I guess that only leaves a fight!"

[Administrator]

Hoping Ethan's not a cockblock...

Shardd was about to correct her when suddenly Origas told him to dive to the side. Why should I...? he began to think, but was cut off by a sudden pain blossoming in his chest. Taking advantage of the pain, Origas cut in, suppressing Shardd, pushing him into the subconscious and leaving himself in control. His eyes having shifted colors, and that being the only perceivable difference, the man got up and brushed himself off.

His manner was obviously different, so it was likely the woman would not attack him. A pleasant, yet arrogant, smile was on his face; rather, the corner of his mouth was turned up. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, finally. I am Origas, and I am thrice the man that Shardd could ever dream of being." He gave a small bow and took the Nobody's hand lightly, brushing his lips across the back of it.

Releasing the hand, he looked down at his chest. He'd had worse; surprisingly also from a Nobody. "Well then, that was quite the hello, but I am glad you attacked. I wouldn't be able to remark on your stunning beauty otherwise." He flashed a charming smile. "Might I inquire as to your name?"

It was then that he remembered he was in the presence of another; in fact, temporarily, two others. One was a bird boy named Soren. He disregarded that one completely. It was the other he was worried about. A man named Ethan who positively exuberated trust. No one was that trustworthy, and Origas had distrusted him since he had first seen him. "Ethan. A pleasure," he said, his voice a pleasant medium, and giving the other s alight nod of the head before returning his attention to the Nobody.

[Larxene]

Flattery Might Get You Somewhere...

The attack was basically a success, the knives slicing a few noticeable cuts into Shardd's chest. Larxene stared with delight at a trickle of blood as it ran down his shirt. Nothing fatal, of course, as he dove to the ground just in time to avoid anything too severe. But that was fine; she hadn't intended to kill him with her first attack. That would have been much too quick and boring an end for her new toy.

Hmm... That was strange. She had been about to move at him again, when something distinct about his appearance changed. For one thing, she was pretty sure his eyes had just changed colors, now a dark red. But more than that, the entire air about him seemed to have changed. His facial expression, the way that he stood... It was almost like looking at a completely different person. Except for the same lack of fashion sense, that was. Not that she really was one to talk, what with the cloak. Note to self: find new outfit.

"Oh, I certainly don't doubt that." she replied with a giggle, allowing Origas to kiss her hand. Typically touching her would earn an immediate kick to the groin, but she could make an exception given the circumstances. "You clearly have good taste, that's for sure." Oddly enough, she wasn't questioning the whole split personality thing at all. Hey-- she had seen much weirder. About a minute ago, actually, with bird boy.

Larxene frowned when Origas turned to look at the other guy, Ethan. Was she loosing his attention to the gay? Maybe his taste wasn't so good after all... Thankfully she soon had it back. Good. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You've managed to become significantly hotter in a matter of mere seconds!" She leaned forward, resting her hand on his chest, not minding the possibility of getting a little blood on her glove. "Good thing I attacked, huh?"

Playing along with the flirting would be fun, at least for the time being. That didn't mean she wouldn't necessarily be killing him later, however. She would see how things went. Either way, someone would most likely be getting killed. If that Sharigas, then bird boy, or maybe Ethan. Who was totally watching them flirt all creepily from a distance. Pervert.

[Aerith]

Do corpses pair well with lust?
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Oh, how disgusting was this? Not only did Shardd have an alternate personality, but this personality amounted to little more than a horny animal. Going after Nobodies--how desperate. Did he not know she could not genuinely return the feelings, no matter how much she might pretend?

This was going nowhere near the place Ethan wanted it to go. If they were going to make-out instead of murder each other, he would go elsewhere.

And he did just that, silently moving away through the crowds. If the two sick lovebirds weren't going to cooperate on their own, he would make them. Just needed to find the right catalyst...

Aha. The leader of a well-known gang of thugs was strutting down the street toward him, pushing aside everyone who got in his way. The man had an entourage of about ten lackeys, and he had what Ethan presumed were local prostitutes on each arm. Perfect.

He waited until the group was close before stopping right in front of the leader. He tilted his head curiously, looking at the woman on his left.

"Hm? Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

The man just growled at him, apparently too much of an imbecile to use actual words. Ethan caught his meaning well enough, but he stayed rooted to his spot in the street.

"I'm sure of it! But... you were with that man, weren't you?" He pointed over the leader's shoulder to one of his lackeys. It was the truth. He had frequented Traverse Town enough to have seen that particular pair together.

Instantly, that changed the entire situation. The leader was like a bull let out of a cage. He turned on the accused lackey and attacked him. Ethan, meanwhile, managed to catch a look that shot between the second woman and a different lackey. There was fear there. He would use it.

"Oh, my. And you two, as well! Is that alley still a favorite secret place of yours? Somewhere you think no one can see you?"

Perhaps the leader really couldn't speak. Or perhaps there was simply too much rage spilling over right now. Ah, it was infectious, spreading like wildfire through the disease of humanity. More people, unrelated to this particular gang, appeared and attempted to quell the fighting, which only led to more fighting.

The brawl spread far enough that Ethan would not look in the least suspicious when did what he did next. Fists had been mostly replaced with weapons that could make men bleed, and several bloody bodies already littered the ground. Ethan plucked one up and tossed it unceremoniously onto the bitch and the lecher, making sure to look busy but not too busy when the questioning eyes would inevitably come his way.

Whether or not I get a reaction is irrelevant. They can grope each other to their hearts'... well, to his heart's content for all I care. The smell of blood is in the air and screaming is on the wind. It has been an excellent day already.

[Administrator]

More flattery, and an offer of shopping.

Origas hardly noticed the man--he'd even forgotten his name--leave. He did notice the look of disdain about his attire. But that was for another moment, as she was continuing to responses. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and my eyes are not certain they want to stop beholding." The corner of his mouth curved upward, his crooked smile filled with as much charm as possible.

What Ethan didn't realize was that he did, in fact, realize that she had no feelings. However, she still had a gorgeous body, and if there was a chance of him being with that...he would take it a thousand times over. Emotions? Who needs them? After all, everything is ephemeral; except, Nobodies' bodies don't change over time. So she would stay absolutely ravishing--and he wanted to ravish her, trust me--eternally.

"I am quite glad you attacked. It is the only way I could take control of this body." Looking down at it, he frowned in disdain. "There are so many things I would change were I the dominant one. Clothes, for example...would you happen to have any ideas for me? I'm not as good with fashion sense as I am with sensing beauty." The frown reverted to the same smile, more of a grin now, the humor apparent.

The body was merely ignored. After all, what was one corpse in comparison to the others he had seen? He'd seen--and done--much worse than that. The weakling that Shardd was, he would have puked or something. Origas only shrugged and continued on with what he was already doing. Ooh, a corpse, so scary. I have to deal with Mr. Happy-happy Joy-joy. A corpse is NOTHING compared to that torture. NOTHING.

"Shall we go and find us a new change of clothes, my dear?" He proffered his arm to her then, and, regardless of the response, made his way towards the shops as quickly as possible. After all, one had to have clothing, and perhaps they could find something that would look much better on him and piss Shardd right the fuck off.

[Aerith]

I believe it is about time I left.
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It was only a small pity that there was little to no reaction. Ethan had expected as much, of course. Truth be told, he was growing very bored with this place. He had managed to start his riot, and people were dying. There was no more reason to stay here, especially considering the company he would be required to keep.

Contemptible. Lust in its most base essence. People take feeling each other up like animals for one night and label it love.

He had quite had his fill of that. Without another word or look of acknowledgment, Ethan faded into the background and headed for his ship.

[Fate]

Why do I have to have the ability to sense all of the people I don't like?
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Traverse Town, evening. An evening in this world would be much better than the one surely being had in The World That Never Was. Zexion had stayed at the Graveyard long enough for the important things to happen and enough to document, which he decided was far too long. If he could be pissed, he would be. He spent days not only strategizing and planning for this fight without sleep, but the fight never happened. They were left standing on a cliff while the Champion left, Sora fought Dark Mickey, and Kairi was dead. Oh yes, just a wonderful day gone to complete waste. Arranging that entire thing had become a pointless endeavor.

So now he was in Traverse Town since Xigbar had destroyed the Clock Tower in Neverland, wishing he could feel some of that adrenaline-rushing anger instead of empty bitterness. And, of course, the night just had to get better and better since of all beings, Larxene was here. Oh yes, that's just what he wanted to know. He really regretted this sensing ability of his right now-- living in ignorant Nobody-bliss by not knowing Larxene was here sounded so much better than this. Might as well see if she was doing anything interesting before he left.

... Disgusting. Of all things, this is what she was wasting her time doing? From a distance, Zexion sighed and shook his head. This was why he never came out of the basement in Castle Oblivion, or at least one of the reasons. Other Nobodies always wondered, but none of them except for probably Axel counted for the Larxene factor. Now, how to assess this situation. She was groping another male as if this was something new and talking in some awful tone. And he was doing it a bit back. This was just another thing to add to the "What Has Mentally Scarred Zexion for Life" list.

There had to be a way to rectify this. If he left, he would end up leaving the situation and not have to see anymore of it. But it couldn't be that simple. He needed to make it stop right now. There were so many ways one could get creative with that too-- he was an illusionist, so he could really give the creative flair to it. But that was too much. This needed to be simple, something simple and effective.

This was his reasoning for summoning his Lexicon and walking up to Larxene with it in his hand. Did he need to say anything? No, not really. Why bother? She wasn't worth that much of his time. With that in mind, he reached the spot right in front of her quickly, glared at her once, and then whacked her with the Lexicon over the head as hard as he could.

"You deserved that,"

[/color] he thought to himself, letting the Lexicon disappear and disappearing into a Corridor before she could retaliate. The only thing that could be said about this was the following: at least something got accomplished today. [/blockquote][/font]

[Nothingness]

BREAK IT UP!

The riot had only been going for less than ten minutes when two dozen Shield members were on the scene of the riot, with their captain taking the lead. In no time at all, the entire riot had been quelled and everyone that had been fighting were pinned up against the wall, or bound there through some magic.

"You've got five seconds to tell me who the fuck started this, or I'll rip your dicks off and shove them down your goddamn throats. Now TALK!" Be it Viola's presence, or the fact that she was running the tip of her very long, very sharp sword along each of the gangbanger's throats, there was fear within every single one of their eyes. A squirrely looking twig of a man spoke up, his voice shaking, "I-I can describe him. B-but-but maybe you shou--"

Viola didn't let him finish before barking out another order. "Summer! Haul ass over here and take him in. I want to see a sketch of the little shit by the time I get back. Got it!?" A young woman wearing a blue beret ran over, gave a quick, "Yes, captain!", and grabbed the thug by the arm, pulling him back to their headquarters. "As for the rest of you pieces of shit!" Raising her sword with one hand, she stabbed the air in the direction of the jail. Her soldiers didn't need anymore direction, and the gang members were soon being taken in in an orderly line.

Two Shield enforcers remained behind, looking over the ten bodies that were strewn about the bloodstained ground. "Gregory, Johnson, clean up this mess." Viola walked over and knelt down next to one of the corpses. He was the leader of one of the more infamous gangs in Traverse Town. Not that that meant much--the Shield had kept them well in order, leaving turf wars to the back alleys rather than main street. Still, that was both one big problem solved, and another created. "I meant NOW!" The two people who had been watching her immediately went to work, one scribbling down the names of the deceased onto a notepad before incinerating the bodies with searing flames flowing from his hands, while the other was cleaning up all of the blood with waves of water her staff controlled. Viola, meanwhile, left for the Shield HQ, putting the entire ugly mess behind her for the moment.

[Larxene]

Let the Shopping Begin!

"Well now, you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" she replied flirtily. Romeo here was certainly laying it on thick. But only expectable so really, considering who he was talking to. Of course he was absolutely in awe at her incredible beauty-- how could he not be? Obviously the only reason she hadn't gotten a similar reaction out of Fedora was his oh so blatant homosexuality.

Fashion advise? So Origas wanted her help in finding himself a new set of clothes, did he? Raising her fist to her chin, Larxene cocked her head to the side, pretending to closely examine his current attire. "Hmm... I think I could help you out there." Unusual request, but why not? Perfect chance to improve her own wardrobe, while she was at it. What sort of style to go for...

Larxene didn't say anything when a dead body came flying towards the two of them, though she noted the retreating figure of Ethan, who was obviously responsible. Yeah, he better run. Oh, whatever. She could always just kill him another day.

More surprising was when she suddenly felt a book smacking into the back of her head. Whirling her head around, she spotted the familiar face-- not that you could actually SEE said face behind all that ridiculous hair-- slipping through a corridor of darkness. Another weakling attacking her before fleeing cowardly. They had good reason to be afraid of the Savage Nymph.

She turned back to Origas, giving him a slightly puzzled look. "Did an emo dwarf just throw an encyclopedia at me? That certainly outdoes having a gay throw a corpse at me." Shrugging, she accepted the offered arm. "Well let's go."

[Administrator]

A change of clothes will soon be mine!

Origas, slightly off-put by the randomness that had occurred only moments before, shook his head slowly. Wow, that was...more events with, likely, a high degree of importance that I could care less about than I've ever seen all at once.[/b] The self-assured and smug demeanor had slipped for a moment...but that moment was up now, and the charismatic charmer was back.

"Indeed I am, my dear. Hopefully, there won't be midgets with bad haircuts or gays with fedoras where we're going." He laughed, leading her towards a store stocked with clothing. A man was behind the counter, and began inquiring as to what they wanted with a tired voice before it became readily apparent that they were not his regular customers. Origas looked around the man's stock, thinking to himself about the variety in this place. For such a dump,[/b] he thought, they sure have a good choice of clothes.[/b]

Perusing the shop's array of various articles of clothing, Origas stopped to tap his index finger from his arm not entwined with Larxene's on his chin. "What should we choose, then, O Beauty Given Flesh?" Pour more flattery on...yes, stoking the fires was good. This way, he could easily control her. Well, direct her was more apt. Especially into a certain locale...and he was rather good with words like that. He was even used to waking up to slaps in the morning; or, rather, SHARDD waking up to slaps in the morning, after a particularly long night of...

His mind wandered off for a few moments, thinking about some rather lewd things. Suddenly, it snapped back into focus. I should keep myself on track, otherwise Happy-Go-Lucky could come back up and take control again.[/b] And that was something that no one wanted to happen.[/size]

[Larxene]

Where to Start

"Hopefully."

They were entering the clothing shop. Some old idiot, probably the owner or something, was bothering the about what it was they were looking for. "We can help ourselves, thank you very much." she snapped, shooting him a cold look that made it clear he better go back to that book of his and leave the shoppers to look for themselves.

Mirroring him, Larxene raised her index finger to Origas's chin, smiling. "Let's see what I can do." Slipping out of his arm, she took a step away, before turning back to face him. She rose her first to her chin, taking on a look of serious analyzing. "Hmmm... where to start, where to start..." Obviously they needed to loose some of this black. Or better yet... all of it.

"I think it would be best to start from scratch. So maybe you should go ahead and do away with all of those old clothes first. mkay?" Giggling, she threw him a wink. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Meanwhile I suppose I could find you something else to put on. If I have to." More subtle dirty comments. Anyway, what to actually pick out... She turned around surveying the items behind her. There was quite a large selection to choose from. Luckily, Larxene was quite the fashion expert.

"We'll need to add some white, to counter all that black. And some color too, of course. Perhaps a nice shade of red, to match your eyes. The color of bloood."

[Administrator]

She's a dwelling place for demons~
She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird, and makes us drink the poisoned water, fornicating with our kings~

Origas grinned. Oh, so she was going to get naughty with it, was she? Two could play at that game, so to speak. "Oh, my dear, you would just love for me to do that, wouldn't you? But whyever would I do that without incentive?" His grin was charming as ever, but he was slowly taking off the outer layers of his clothing; at least, the upper body stuff and the shoes. "I'll leave my pants on--for now."

Looking around at what was in the store, he noted that there was quite the variety. Several things he crossed off immediately, as they were much too gaudy. He wanted something that looked good, but more subtle. Not unlike himself. Of course, he could be rather forward, but he preferred the subtlety he employed to the straightforward methods.

"So, what do you think, O loveliest? Not of myself, of course, but rather, of what would work well." He tilted his head sideways and backward, looking her in the eyes. "And shall you be joining me in the changing of clothes on this day?" His eyes twinkled with mischief, or potential mischief, at least. "I would suggest that blood crimson myself; after all, you would hardly have to wash out bloodstains. Not to mention it would match the color of my eyes."