[[Gaaaaah, so I didn’t want to do this, but I am afraid I am taking a temporary hiatus from this blog.]]
[[Rest assured it is indeed just temporary. I’m just so busy right now and have a lot of things on my mind, to the point where trying to focus on roleplays is a little troublesome. I plan on coming back when I’ve got a little less going on.
Now, as for active roleplays, I’m not brushing those aside, and I’ll be back to them as soon as I return. I believe my currently active roleplays are:
Marluxiaassassin - My turn
Marluxiaanthomanic - My turn
Vexenchillingworth - Your turn
Traitorousakuma - Your turn
So yes, you guys won’t be left behind. If I forgot anyone though, go ahead and Like this post so that I know who you are!]]
A Normal Shopping Day for the Not-So-Normal // RP with Marluxia
His suggestion that they go on other outings to different worlds seemed easily accepted by his new accomplice, which gave Marluxia a sense of relief. His plan for continuing this alliance (and the start of a friendship) seemed to be on the right track. He nodded at her comment. Yes, they could never have enough worlds to escape to if their plans eventually fell through. If they ended up having to run, then they would both need every resource they could obtain. And Marluxia was not going to limit his options.
Larxene then made an offer that caused Marluxia to glance at the large box she carried with mild curiosity. He was not at all certain that she was right. Marluxia was not all that interested in the television, nor in any shows it might offer. But he was not about to overlook the true meaning of her invitation. It was the same intent that he had in offering to take her to other worlds with him. Building their bond, learning more, becoming a team that could work so well together that the Organization would eventually fall under their control.
“I suppose I might be interested,” he allowed. His tone was warm enough to show that he was more than willing to give it a try. If only to have more opportunity to speak to her.
They were nearing the exit of the corridor now, but Marluxia was more willing to reenter the Castle knowing that everything that had happened today was not going to be instantly forgotten. In fact, for once.. he was willing to put a small amount of actual faith in the fact. In Larxene. He supposed that trust could only be built by actually giving it to the other person. That was difficult for him to do. And dangerous. But he had to start somewhere, and he finally had someone willing to try.
Larxene was apparently satisfied with the man’s answer, as she made no further mention of it. When the two reached their destination, and the folds of darkness receded to make way for the pearly whites of the castle walls, the most immediately apparent thing was that the walls weren’t quite as ethereal as was usual for the interior of the great structure.
Drapes hung along the walls to cast darker colors on the space, a cozy-looking bed occupied the room’s center, and a few other personal items seemed to give the place a touch of liveliness that stood out from the otherwise bland decor.
“Hope you don’t mind,” Larxene stated easily, placing her burden down upon her bed. “But I hijacked our Corridor part-way through. figured it’d be easier to just take everything directly to my place, rather than have to walk through the castle with it and get annoying looks.”
As she spoke, she moved about the room, seeming to mess with her various belongings as if ensuring they hadn’t been touched in her absence, as well as finding a place for her newly purchased clothing items. The space almost seemed at odds with the woman herself - where Larxene was typically rather free-wheeling, unfettered, and with a touch of whimsy thrown in, this room was much more… methodical. Organized. Everything seemed to be in its proper place, from the well-made bed and few shelves of books to the neat-looking desk and well-arranged closet space that was visible through open doors. Even her various nicknacks and the odd stuffed animal (adding that mild hint of whimsy, though also perhaps being a mite disturbing due to the cuts, slashes, and disfigurings which adorned them prominently) were arranged almost meticulously.
The only mildly messy-looking aspect of the bedroom were the various papers scattered about her desk haphazardly, some seeming to have notes written on them, others holding scratchy sketches. She collected these not long after their arrival and tucked them away into a drawer, then gestured at a chair. “Make yourself at home if you want.”
Does someone want to get cut?
Zexion let out a quiet snicker. “Now who’s being boring?” He chided with a superior glint in his eyes. “Now we can’t honestly pass all of our time destroying worlds, can we? Besides, this world isn’t exactly what I would call destroyed so much as… prepared. For greater purpose.”
Larxene moved her hand in a theatrical caricature of a flapping mouth, mouthing syllables with her lips as she did so and rolling her eyes. The man could be so very insufferable with his musings sometimes.
“Well, Zexy, I dunno about you, but I’m pretty easily entertained. If you wanna ramble on to yourself, be my guest. But I think I’m perfectly happy going out and destroying world. Marly?”
“Now, now, schemer.” He chided condescendingly. “You were the one complaining about our lack of ideas—might as well see it to the very end.” A dark corridor opened and Marluxia motioned his invitation. “Of course, you have a right not to accept the invitation. You could stay here with your ‘preparations’ instead.”
He looked over at Larxene. “After you, Madame.”
Zexion gave Marluxia a rather unimpressed look, leveling him with an unblinking, serene gaze. This was precisely why he didn’t like Marluxia. The man thought himself to be far more superior than he was, and the condescension he put into everything he did certainly left the schemer more than a little wanting for more malleable company.
Of course, there was also the fact that, like him, Marluxia like to plot away at his own devices, and Zexion always had the impression that the assassin seemed to attempt some sort of intellectual competition between the two. Zexion found the notion absurd. As if Marluxia ever had a chance of succeeding in a battle of wits against him.
Regardless, he’d decided that he had had enough of number eleven’s company, and was happy to see him go. “Yes, I do believe I will stay here. You two have your fun, though.” he stated uncaringly, leaving it up to Larxene to determine where she would ally herself today.
He was not surprised by her decision.
“Well, I’m bored again, so I’m not gonna be sticking around. Enjoy your alone time, Zexy, but I feel like razing worlds.” she chirped with a confident smirk as she entered the Corridor that Marluxia had opened for her, accepting his gracious invitation of allowing her first passage.
A Normal Shopping Day for the Not-So-Normal // RP with Marluxia
Larxene was beyond satisfied with the expedience with which they had managed to procure the device, with no needless tarrying at the register to distract her with the idea of further purchases or any increased risk of encountering someone who might get on bad side. Quite to the contrary, she felt nothing short of on top of the world as the duo exited the shop, her purchases hoisted proudly under arm in a wide, cardboard box.
Marluxia seemed rather relieved to have left the store as well, though for him it was more like seeing a flower that could finally breathe again after being boxed up in a glass tube. The man had reeked of discomfort while they had been inside. This clearly wasn’t his area, though she had already somewhat known that prior to entering the place thanks to the earlier swapping of life stories.
Ah well, he had still be more than generous enough to take her here and pay for the television, so she wouldn’t tease him about it.
The two made their way back beyond the alleyway, once again out of the sight of the prying eyes of the world, and she sighed somewhat as she gazed at the darkening sky, some stars peeking out to say hello while the moon sat readily visible.
“Almost a shame to be getting back to the drab old castle.” She murmured. “But I guess all vacations come to an end.” At her behest, a Corridor of Darkness opened itself up, and she set the box containing her new TV down and poked her head inside, procuring the coats that Marluxia had left there waiting for them.
“Here you go.” She told him somewhat chipperly, tossing his to him as she put her own back on and zipped it up. She then reached into the little shopping bag she still kept and pulled out the pants and boots she and Marluxia had changed out of earlier, handing his designated pairs to him while she changed into her own under the cover of her cloak, seeming to lack a heavy sense of modesty about the situation.
Fully changed once more, she placed her new shoes and shorts into the shopping back with the box containing the remainder of her meal. picking it and the television back up and giving the Assassin a smile. “Ready to go?”
Marluxia felt much the same way as far as the ending to the day went. He had to admit, he had likely never had a better day in either of his lives. But Larxene was right. It could not have lasted.
He easily caught the coat and busied himself with pulling it on, then tugged on the boots and hung his original clothing over the crook of his arm to carry back. Larxene’s slight lack of modesty did not bother him, in fact he seemed not to notice it.
When she was ready, Marluxia returned the smile she aimed at him, nodding in response. He was as ready as he would ever be. Returning to the Castle was not a pleasant decision for him. But he always did return.
“Let’s go then.” He stepped into the corridor, refraining from asking if she wanted help carrying her items. If she required assistance, Larxene was not the type to hint at wanting it. She would say so. And he doubted that she would appreciate an offer of help when it was not needed. She seemed perfectly able to handle it.
“We should do this again,” he proposed as they walked. “Perhaps on a different world next time.”
Returning to the Castle felt a little too much like returning to normal for Marluxia. Things between himself and Larxene had become much easier, though a little more complicated. He did not quite like the thought of it all being swept under a metaphorical rug and never spoken of again. That would make this day a wasted effort. Continuing these sort of excursions could reveal even more about them, make them a closer team. And give him something to do in the downtime that he sometimes found himself drowning in.
As the two paced their way through the Corridor, taking their sweet time in returning “home”, Larxene found herself smiling at the notion Marluxia had offered - one of ‘doing this again’.
“I’d love to.” she responded simply. “And yeah, another world would be nice. This one was neat, but I like to get around. Besides, it never hurts to have a few backups should we ever need to duck out, right?” she asked, her words offering clear indication that she had no intention of forgetting what they had spoken of. They were co-conspirators now, and she wanted to make sure he remembered that too.
Besides, she couldn’t resist the mildly giddy notion that she actually had someone she could talk to now. Axel could be amusing, she supposed, but he seemed far too disinterested in her company, and could be rather off-putting because of it. Zexion was fun when he had the time to entertain her whims, but she didn’t trust the man even half as far as she could throw him.
Marluxia was a snake, yes, that much was apparent in his ambitions pertaining to Xemnas. But he wasn’t the type that slithered quietly in the grass, waiting to strike the first person who lowered their guard, as far as she could tell. No, he seemed more the type to move along confidently, intent on striking a single target, and refraining from turning his venom upon those who aimed to assist his aim.
“You know, I can’t tell if you’d be interested at all, but you do have an invitation to enjoy this with me.” she added, patting the large box she carried under her arm. “Something tells me even you’d probably find a few shows that you’d like, if you wanna give it a chance.”
It was more than just a friendly invitation. It was also an opportunity for more private time between the two of them, more chances to learn of each other and build a stronger bond of trust.
After all, if they planned on taking the Organization, they’d certainly need it.
They are called… Akuma // RP with Robin/Julia
Zexion gave the map a very careful look of observation as the girl produced it, scanning the expanse and letting his mind dance with the notion of how very expansive this world seemed to be. He would certainly need to come back here in his own time and learn more of it.
Pulling out the familiar, thick tome the girl was likely very used to seeing by now, he opened its contents to a seemingly random page and waved his hand over it, eyes never leaving the map. As his hand moved, so too did a replica of the map he observed appear among the pages of his tome.
“Noted.” He stated as he closed the book with a snap. “Well then, just to make doubly sure, I am assuming you are on board with my proposition then?” he asked once more of the white-haired girl, keeping his expression incredibly serious as the Corridor behind him continued to swirl about, no doubt drawing further apparent ire from the girl. “Do understand, of course, that if we proceed, there will be no turning back.”
Robin watched in undisguised wonder as a copy of the pictures printed onto her map floated over the the think Lexicon that the slate haired man held in his hand, She snapped out of her daze when he closed the book, snapping pages jolting her back to reality.
“I am indeed willing to go through with this, and I understand fully that once this starts I cannot back out.” She matched the schemer’s hard expression with a steady look of her own, decision unwavering.
She still felt a large amount of uncertainty in regards to the process, the thought of dying a second time weighing heavily in her mind and leaving a cold feeling in her chest. She was glad, however, that there hand’t been any mention of water involved. Had there been she would have shamelessly tucked her tail between her lags and ran.
Finding affirmation in the girl’s tone, the nobody jerked his head once before turning to face the Corridor. “Let us be off then.” He instructed, holding his arm out for the girl to take.
As he escorted her through the gateway, he decided to voice an observation he had made a few times already. “You don’t seem to enjoy this mode of transport.” he stated, filling her head with conversation even as their passage neared its end. Having made the trip several times now, the schemer found he could scout out rather quick routs in and out of the world without thinking about it. “Does the darkness make you uncomfortable?” He asked.
She looked toward him as he spoke, his face strangely darkened by the swirling shadows around them. The whitette’s attention turned to the ‘ground’ they walked on, chewing her lip in thought. She cleared her throat, coughing into a small gloved hand.
“I really dislike the feeling of this place to be perfectly honest. I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t recognize the sensation.” Robin began to unconsciously pick at the stitches in her left cheek, sighing before continuing.
“Julia died when the ship she was on sank, drowned to be precise. Everyone on that ship died, and most of the bodies were never found. I myself haven’t had something of that nature happen to me personally, but Julia’s memories of her final moments alive surface time and again. I suppose it is a natural thing, I’ve seen similar behaviors exhibited by ex-soldiers and policemen.”
She let out a shaky breath as the stepped out of the corridor, a pained look on her face as she surveyed the town where she was born, died, and became a monster. It was the same as when she left it, little chapel up on the hill and cemetery down below.
The information the girl had given him was digested carefully, and it gave him a better understanding of her fears and misgivings. The habitually scheming part of his mind logged it away, in case he should ever need to use it against her. Not that he particularly cared for that notion. But necessity could arise in all manner of circumstances.
She stepped away from him, unhooking her arm from his as she surveyed the new locale, eyeing it with familiarity while Zexion merely took in the new sights, eyes moving and snapping images like a camera and meticulously memorizing what he could see there. There was a structure further ahead which he recognized, based on its architecture, as being a chapel.
He had to offer himself a bit of praise for that, having managed to bring them so close to the intended destination. “The cemetery will be beyond there, then, yes?” he asked as he stepped up to the girl’s side again, interrupting her sightseeing. “If so, we should make the journey there quickly. I want to ensure I have the location thoroughly memorized do that I may return later. I only have a limited slot of time for the lab today, and as such it wouldn’t behoove us to tarry.”
This was quite true. He needed to hurry and get back to the lab before his time could expire, so that he could undergo the process with Robin and retrieve her brother’s Nobody quickly. And on top of that he would then need to have the girl’s heart moved into the new vessel… He didn’t want any aspect of the process interrupted by unwanted prying eyes.
[[So I know I am behind and owe a few people some replies. Sorry about that, I’ve been busy handling some personal affairs the last few days, and what free time I have had has been devoted to some other things I have been neglecting.
I won’t be free much today, either, but I thought I’d let you guys know that I still exist.]]