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Post by Larxene on Nov 23, 2009 18:54:25 GMT -5
Stupid teachers, stupid school, stupid students! The entire WORLD was against this Nobody. Larxene huffed, she had been in school for a little more than a month now, and had gotten in trouble more times than she could count. A deep sigh escaped her as she crossed her arms under her chest. She was going to deal with Saix. Again. A huff escaped her glossed lips and she checked her hair.
She had seriously done a number this time. She had electrocuted a small group of students because they had made fun of her hair. Apparently such fashionable choices weren't normal in this stupid school. Teal gaze narrowed and she uncrossed her arms, punching the leather and getting a fist-sized hole in it. The nymph was ticked off, the others had started it! Why the hell did SHE have to get in trouble for defending herself? It made no sense whatsoever to her. A low growl came from her and she watched the door almost expectantly. Saix was going to come in and ream her out for this one. But she really, couldn't help but defend herself, it was in her nature after all.
Bunch of jerks...everyone.. she thought to herself, tearing her gaze from the door, and staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Saïx on Nov 24, 2009 11:05:27 GMT -5
Of course he had thought it the height of lunacy. Who hadn’t?
Upon seeing the location in which the Superior and half of the Organization had ensconced themselves in, Saïx couldn’t help but wonder whether they had all taken leave of their senses. A school? They had busied themselves assimilating into a school? What madness had possessed them to waste their time at such a place? The Superior was a being of odd whims, prone to mad plans that would gambled as much with the unpredictable element that was human emotions as well as whatever meticulous manipulations the Organization could pull. Without emotions to distract them, Nobodies were capable of seeing logic in ways normal humans could never hope to, so clouded was their vision. Yet what logic saw them to enroll and take over a school as insignificant as this?
Did he have a choice, to cut and run, busy himself with their true goal instead of wasting their time grading papers and watching over surly teenagers? No, of course not. As powerful as Saïx knew he was, alone, he would be cut to ribbons in the first five minutes. They were an Organization, first and foremost. They stood together, a band of non-beings cast away by both light and darkness. If they had been caught alone, none of them would stand a chance. All their power had to be shared, gathered and unleashed together against their enemies. Whether they were willing or not was immaterial. The point was, divided and torn, they were weak, defeated easily by idealistic fools wielding giant keys. United, they could take on gods.
So Saïx had no choice. He joined the school, managing to attain a position that lessened his contact with the supposedly deranged student body only to find that most of the staff, including his fellow Organization members, was equally as exasperating and demented. He had busied himself, reviewing and memorizing every detail of every denizen in this school for future reference. Even if this operation was a waste of time, Saïx wanted to make sure that at least he had made the most out of it. Most of his job entailed endless paperwork, basically the same work he had done for the Organization, only in triplicate and stored in steel file cabinets never to be touched again. Saïx only put those thoughts on print for posterity’s sake. He doubted he’d ever forget them.
Today, he needed one of that. This was just a cursory job and they had yet to hire a Disciplinarian as far as he knew. Dealing with insubordinate people was what he was best at, as much as he loathed the idea of willingly engaging with some rather unpleasant beings. But that was part of the job. Saïx walked into his office and spotted Number XII already seated in front of his desk. The Savage Nymph looked odd dressed in a school uniform, away from the black cloak he still wore. Without a word, Saïx sat down behind his desk and calmly steepled his fingers, looking down at Larxene. “I understand that you have electrocuted fellow students this morning, Larxene. Would you kindly care to explain yourself?”
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Post by Larxene on Nov 24, 2009 23:33:46 GMT -5
She had sunk deep into thought, her eyes narrowing a bit, she glanced over at Saix, her soft gaze regarding the Lunar Diviner. So. He wanted her to explain herself did he? Well, it wasn't going to be easy to explain her actions. She sat up a little straighter, and took a tube of lipgloss from her left pocket, applying it to her lips, she checked herself in a pocket mirror before speaking.
"They made fun of my hair, the way I acted, and they threatened me" She stated rather darkly "They attempted to attack me, I reacted in self-defense, nothing more" She tugged at her black leather gloves, the only thing she still wore from her Organization uniform her fingers were still rather sensitive from the needles poking at her skin from sewing class. She crossed her arms under her chest, looking at the blue-haired male behind the desk. Her gaze rested on the X shaped scar on his face, then she glanced around his office, it was rather nice, and Larxene was secretly glad she didn't have to deal with Xemnas for all her mistakes.
"I acted before they could. I'm not taking crap from other students Saix" Larxene said in a low voice. No one was going to step all over her here, if they even tried to do that she'd sent them flying into next year. Stupid kids had no idea who they were dealing with. She wasn't called the Savage Nymph for nothing after all. She didn't take crap from anyone.
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Post by Saïx on Nov 28, 2009 10:02:48 GMT -5
Larxene was as impetuous as ever. Not even death and darkness and the rather humiliating idea of having been beaten by a teenage boy with a giant key along with his anthropomorphic friends through the use of cards could dull her personality or her fire. Saïx had to commend her on that part. She was a strong individual, one who wouldn’t let anything get her down. In the field, used against their enemies, she was quite a force of nature. Yet, her drawbacks far outweighed her usefulness.
Saïx sighed deeply, peering into Larxene’s defiant eyes. “Is that so?” He asked, resting his head against a gloved hand. “Eyewitnesses claim differently,” He took a piece of paper on his desk and read the print carefully. “There was no mention of threats or attempts on your well-being, only mere insults, something you could easily shrug off,” His eyes went back on Number XII. “Are you telling me that we have made a mistake or that you have decided to change your story?” He ignored her jab, merely raising an eyebrow at the not-so-sudden outburst the Savage Nymph threw at him. Jibes and insults were his bread and butter. Not a day goes by that some foolhardy egomaniac throws his ‘best’ quips at the Luna Diviner, only to be shut down by a blank stare and the promise of hell to come. Whether student or staff it didn’t matter. Saïx treated them all the same.
No, he still didn’t know why Organization XIII has suddenly jumped into school managing. Until he figured out that fallacy, he might as well make the best of the situation.
Starting with this one.
Larxene may have been great in the field, quick and merciless, raining down death and justice upon her enemies but in the domestic front, she was lost. She was too foolhardy, too cruel, too loose and not as smart as she thinks she is. There was no tact, no subtlety to her actions. She was too upfront, letting anyone else know exactly what she was thinking. She didn’t act like a Nobody, not in the cold emotionless way he and Xemnas acted but in that guarded, careful, manipulative way the rest of the more intelligent members of the Organization did (Admittedly, an exclusive bunch). Larxene would never be as cold and calculating as any of the other members. She may think herself calm and scheming but she always jeopardizes that potential with her endless spite and narcissism. It looked like being the only female made Larxene feel as if she had an important position in the Organization that made her untouchable. If the harsh strictures of the World That Never Was couldn’t teach her to know her place, perhaps the even more unforgiving habitat that is a high school would serve.
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