http://the-otherlight.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
the-otherlight.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2006-07-27 01:03 pm
the-otherlight.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-07-27 01:03 pm
(no subject)
When; July 26th
Rating; PG
Characters; Larxene [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lightningknife] and Roxas [the_otherlight]
Summary; Larxene pays Roxas a little visit at night at night, and a minor fight ensues.
Log;
The dark portal dissipated behind her as Larxene entered the apartment uninvited. Good- so she was right, no one else was here. It just wouldn't work if keyboy, Axel or their friends got in the way.
Ducking into a corner near the doorway, she waited.
It hadn't been the noise or the sudden spike of danger in the atmosphere that had tipped Roxas off into awareness; he had been dozing lightly on the kitchen table, lulled by the boredom and idle thoughts. It had been the darkness, really, tugging at his conscious, telling him, almost warning him--there is someone like you nearby--and Axel was supposed to be tending to Hisoka. And Sora was out. Presumably to buy ice cream.
Rolling off the chair he had been resting on, Roxas fell to a slight crouch, his right hand flexing and relaxing, his fingers ready to grasp the Keyblade. If there was one here--another Nobody--they were probably hostile. But there was also the possibility of it being Demyx as well. He made a few steps towards the doorway, weary and cautious.
Larxene stepped out of hiding, wearing a vicious grin, one arm extended towards him and the other reaching for the knives in a concealed pocket of her coat. "Hi, Thirteen."
In a lovely demonstration of a technique she had perfected on Sora, she released a crackling bolt of electricity from her outstretched palm. It wasn't a very damaging move, designed to freeze a foe and pull them towards herself. She knew Roxas was as strong as his Somebody, if not more so--it would be downright foolish not to do something to hold him back from attacking, if only for a short time.
She only needed a short time, anyway--just enough to rough him up a bit. A little entertainment.
A second or less: that was the time limit that Roxas enjoyed the electric torture before he leapt back a few steps--it was more of a stumble, really--in alarm. The currents traveled through his limbs, nearly immobilizing him; it didn't stop him, however, from summoning his weapons to his hands. One of his knees buckled for a moment before falling and Roxas breathed in to rise again. His speed was crippled; a disadvantageous situation.
"Larxene," he murmured. His eyes were narrowed, muscles stiff. "What do you want?"
"Mm, not a whole lot~" Larxene replied cheerfully. She grabbed the younger Nobody's right wrist (still unaware that he was just as capable of fighting with the other hand) and, with three knives held between the fingers of her other hand, stabbed at his chest.
The worst she could do with such a move on a fellow Nobody was hit a lung, after all, and even that would heal within a few days, a week maybe: a lovely perk of being something that wasn't even supposed to exist. ♥ It wouldn't heal faster than that, however; she'd obtained a poison from Marluxia to put on her knives that would block Cure spells.
Sure, she probably wouldn't like paying him back, but for now it was worth it.
There was enough room for dodging, twisting around to dodge two of the three knives, taking a blade to the shoulder as he rushed out of their way. Not fast enough. Roxas curled his hand tightly around the Keyblade of his free hand and aimed it down towards Larxene's upper arm, hoping to dislodge her hold by either her dodging or breaking her arm--either option opened up to freedom, after all.
"What the-?" Larxene released her grip on his wrist and portaled just behind him.
Another electric shock--serious business this time, not the mild paralyzing variety. "Since when can you use two?!... You're getting twice the pain for that, dear."
Emitting no sound was easy enough; staying on his feet was another matter entirely. Roxas twisted away a few more steps when the attack ceased, crouched a little more in a ready stance as he said, "Axel's not here!"
"Who said I was looking for him?" Larxene tossed a couple more knives at him almost lazily, smirking.
Deflecting the ones that would have hit his form, Roxas' twisted his expression into one of slight disbelief as well as surprise. "He's always been your target."
"Right now I'm having more fun with him alive, since he seems to have forgotten his loverboy~" Larxene sang. She took several quick steps forward and... stomped on his foot. How honorable.
"I wonder how many knives I'll have to stick in you to jog his memory?"
"None." It came out as a hiss as Roxas moved both hands forward, striking at where Larxene was standing in a X-formation with his dual Keyblades. The foot did not hurt him as much as the words did--which was not much at all, not after weeks of living with an anmesiac Axel.
Larxene jumped back in time to soften the blow, only getting a painful bruise across her chest.
"Oh, really..." She released another stun-bolt. This would be so much easier if the brat hadn't pulled out an extra Keyblade--she'd just have to break one of his arms, wouldn't she?
Temporarily freed from the stunning affect, Roxas dove to the right, tumbling to the back of the couch for proper cover as he judged: easier to retreat or drive her back? She'd leave once her boredom was satiated. Maybe a little distraction for himself wouldn't be too bad either.
Leaping out of his position behind the couch, he charged at Larxene, swiping with his Keyblades; if he could break anything, he'd be fine.
Damn, she'd missed? Hmph... she could keep using that technique all day if she needed to.
Larxene portaled out of the way, reappearing on the couch. She waved at him, feigning boredom. "Over here, dumbass~" And fired another stunning attack, trying to aim better this time.
Hearing her voice behind him, Roxas quickly opened a portal in front of him as well, propelling back to where the couch was, but not quite fast enough--the electricity echoing into his arm. With a bit of a hiss, he let the Keyblade disappear in that arm and jumped up to arc the remaining blade at Larxene's form.
Dropping back down to the ground, he looked up, repeating, "What do you want?"
Larxene raised an arm to shield herself as the Keyblade swung downward, hissing in pain as it connected. She could hear something crack with the impact.
"Like I said, I just want to see what it takes to work loverboy up," she replied through gritted teeth. "Plus I was bored."
Roxas fell back, his arm limp and tingling, his fingers unable to curl properly. Having taken a direct hit, he doubted he could continue this any longer--but Larxene was down as well, with something broken. "Go back to your room. Bother Envy."
"I may just do that," Larxene muttered. "You got lucky." She made sure to poke his shoulder wound as she walked by into a waiting dark portal.
Rating; PG
Characters; Larxene [
lightningknife] and Roxas [the_otherlight]Summary; Larxene pays Roxas a little visit at night at night, and a minor fight ensues.
Log;
The dark portal dissipated behind her as Larxene entered the apartment uninvited. Good- so she was right, no one else was here. It just wouldn't work if keyboy, Axel or their friends got in the way.
Ducking into a corner near the doorway, she waited.
It hadn't been the noise or the sudden spike of danger in the atmosphere that had tipped Roxas off into awareness; he had been dozing lightly on the kitchen table, lulled by the boredom and idle thoughts. It had been the darkness, really, tugging at his conscious, telling him, almost warning him--there is someone like you nearby--and Axel was supposed to be tending to Hisoka. And Sora was out. Presumably to buy ice cream.
Rolling off the chair he had been resting on, Roxas fell to a slight crouch, his right hand flexing and relaxing, his fingers ready to grasp the Keyblade. If there was one here--another Nobody--they were probably hostile. But there was also the possibility of it being Demyx as well. He made a few steps towards the doorway, weary and cautious.
Larxene stepped out of hiding, wearing a vicious grin, one arm extended towards him and the other reaching for the knives in a concealed pocket of her coat. "Hi, Thirteen."
In a lovely demonstration of a technique she had perfected on Sora, she released a crackling bolt of electricity from her outstretched palm. It wasn't a very damaging move, designed to freeze a foe and pull them towards herself. She knew Roxas was as strong as his Somebody, if not more so--it would be downright foolish not to do something to hold him back from attacking, if only for a short time.
She only needed a short time, anyway--just enough to rough him up a bit. A little entertainment.
A second or less: that was the time limit that Roxas enjoyed the electric torture before he leapt back a few steps--it was more of a stumble, really--in alarm. The currents traveled through his limbs, nearly immobilizing him; it didn't stop him, however, from summoning his weapons to his hands. One of his knees buckled for a moment before falling and Roxas breathed in to rise again. His speed was crippled; a disadvantageous situation.
"Larxene," he murmured. His eyes were narrowed, muscles stiff. "What do you want?"
"Mm, not a whole lot~" Larxene replied cheerfully. She grabbed the younger Nobody's right wrist (still unaware that he was just as capable of fighting with the other hand) and, with three knives held between the fingers of her other hand, stabbed at his chest.
The worst she could do with such a move on a fellow Nobody was hit a lung, after all, and even that would heal within a few days, a week maybe: a lovely perk of being something that wasn't even supposed to exist. ♥ It wouldn't heal faster than that, however; she'd obtained a poison from Marluxia to put on her knives that would block Cure spells.
Sure, she probably wouldn't like paying him back, but for now it was worth it.
There was enough room for dodging, twisting around to dodge two of the three knives, taking a blade to the shoulder as he rushed out of their way. Not fast enough. Roxas curled his hand tightly around the Keyblade of his free hand and aimed it down towards Larxene's upper arm, hoping to dislodge her hold by either her dodging or breaking her arm--either option opened up to freedom, after all.
"What the-?" Larxene released her grip on his wrist and portaled just behind him.
Another electric shock--serious business this time, not the mild paralyzing variety. "Since when can you use two?!... You're getting twice the pain for that, dear."
Emitting no sound was easy enough; staying on his feet was another matter entirely. Roxas twisted away a few more steps when the attack ceased, crouched a little more in a ready stance as he said, "Axel's not here!"
"Who said I was looking for him?" Larxene tossed a couple more knives at him almost lazily, smirking.
Deflecting the ones that would have hit his form, Roxas' twisted his expression into one of slight disbelief as well as surprise. "He's always been your target."
"Right now I'm having more fun with him alive, since he seems to have forgotten his loverboy~" Larxene sang. She took several quick steps forward and... stomped on his foot. How honorable.
"I wonder how many knives I'll have to stick in you to jog his memory?"
"None." It came out as a hiss as Roxas moved both hands forward, striking at where Larxene was standing in a X-formation with his dual Keyblades. The foot did not hurt him as much as the words did--which was not much at all, not after weeks of living with an anmesiac Axel.
Larxene jumped back in time to soften the blow, only getting a painful bruise across her chest.
"Oh, really..." She released another stun-bolt. This would be so much easier if the brat hadn't pulled out an extra Keyblade--she'd just have to break one of his arms, wouldn't she?
Temporarily freed from the stunning affect, Roxas dove to the right, tumbling to the back of the couch for proper cover as he judged: easier to retreat or drive her back? She'd leave once her boredom was satiated. Maybe a little distraction for himself wouldn't be too bad either.
Leaping out of his position behind the couch, he charged at Larxene, swiping with his Keyblades; if he could break anything, he'd be fine.
Damn, she'd missed? Hmph... she could keep using that technique all day if she needed to.
Larxene portaled out of the way, reappearing on the couch. She waved at him, feigning boredom. "Over here, dumbass~" And fired another stunning attack, trying to aim better this time.
Hearing her voice behind him, Roxas quickly opened a portal in front of him as well, propelling back to where the couch was, but not quite fast enough--the electricity echoing into his arm. With a bit of a hiss, he let the Keyblade disappear in that arm and jumped up to arc the remaining blade at Larxene's form.
Dropping back down to the ground, he looked up, repeating, "What do you want?"
Larxene raised an arm to shield herself as the Keyblade swung downward, hissing in pain as it connected. She could hear something crack with the impact.
"Like I said, I just want to see what it takes to work loverboy up," she replied through gritted teeth. "Plus I was bored."
Roxas fell back, his arm limp and tingling, his fingers unable to curl properly. Having taken a direct hit, he doubted he could continue this any longer--but Larxene was down as well, with something broken. "Go back to your room. Bother Envy."
"I may just do that," Larxene muttered. "You got lucky." She made sure to poke his shoulder wound as she walked by into a waiting dark portal.