⚡ First Strike ⚡

[light_n_ing]

I c-can't believe...a bunch of...losers...killed me! (Shadows ensconce the PCD. Yet, through them, there are glimpses of black gloves and a black coat.) Axel, th-this is - (The woman grits her teeth and tilts her head back. The color of her hair is striking - it, more than anything, shines through the darkness.) I blame you! You betrayed us!

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[amereillusion]

[ Video... after a minute or two of hesitation. ]

[ Larxene... well, he can't say he isn't entirely unhappy to see one of the more useful Nobodies around, even if she's one of the worst types of company imaginable. Finally, he turns on the PCD. ]

Welcome to Adstringendum, Larxene.

[light_n_ing]

(video)

Zexion! (She gives him an impish smirk.) It looks like we have a reunion on our hands.

[amereillusion]

[ Perma-video ]

[ Well, that's an ... oddly friendly tone. Zexion blinks, but is pleasantly surprised. ]

I suppose it is. The more the merrier, I guess.

[light_n_ing]

(Perma-video)

(Hey, he's one Nobody that hasn't completely pissed her off. Points for that!)

I don't wanna work with anyone.

[amereillusion]

No one?

[ He asks, with a hint of fake disappointment, mainly in there for the purpose of teasing her. ]

Not even me?

[light_n_ing]

If you're anything like Axel -

(She closes her eyes and sighs. It looks like she is fighting a headache.)

Why should I trust you, Zexion?

[amereillusion]

You shouldn't. [ Said matter-of-factly. ] Nobody else does, after all. It's all apart of my job.

But I'm not Axel.

[light_n_ing]

I'd say that's a plus. There might be hope for you yet. (She fixes her hair idly.) Tell me about this place.

[amereillusion]

I'm flattered that you think so. [ Said completely dryly. ]

It's exactly what it looks like, only it's ruled over by the Animus, who are completely insane. And yet, they're powerful enough to drag us here and hold us here against our will.

[light_n_ing]

You should be. (Small smirk.)

Who the hell are the Animus? ( 8| ) They might be powerful, but that doesn't mean they're crafty.

[amereillusion]

[ The way she says that is a little unnerving. ]

They're spirits, or in a way, the gods of this world. If they're not crafty, they're certainly creative in the way they choose to torment us.

[light_n_ing]

(Larxene is a little unnerving.)

Why are you singing their praises?

[amereillusion]

I would be lying if I said I they weren't fascinating. They have more power than the gods of Olympus, and they seem to bring people here for no other purpose than their own entertainment.

I'm not sure if 'praise' is the right word, but they are impressive.

[light_n_ing]

Blah, blah blah. Sounds like they need to be put in their respective places if you ask me. (Her eyes flash.) Are you game?

[amereillusion]

Other people have tried doing just that, Larxene. It's next to impossible to even get to where they are, and even if we did...

[ He shakes his head. ]

It's not worth the risk. At least not without a plan.

[light_n_ing]

Then let's plan! (She waves her hand dismissively.) Without Marluxia around, I'll have to make do.