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Who: Larxene, Euphemia
When: Now.
Where: Somewhere around the lower level.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: Larxene steps up to take care of the woman talking to Rufus~ JEALOUS MUCH.

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In between acting like a regular bitch to anyone who dared cross her path and fixing her impeccable hair to remain looking like the regal princess she was, the person formerly known as sweet Princess Euphemia had indeed been at the clock tower, arms folded across her chest as she awaited Larxene. The blonde was thought of as nothing more than a delightful little insect Euphemia would enjoy crushing under the heel of her stiletto, nevermind the fact Euphemia had absolutely no physical strength whatsoever, and without the assistance of the Knightmare frames from her world, she was pretty useless aside from her stinging slap

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Larxene's reflexes were, for all intents and purposes, plenty lightning quick to have stopped such an assault. She didn't let it get far enough to hurt. Rather, one of her own hands snapped up, catching hold of Euphemia's wrist between deceptively delicate fingers that hid surprising strength. She could toss teenage boys around like nothing, then dealing with this was almost laughable.

She caught that wrist, and she squeezed.

"Now, now, princess. Hardly the way to go greeting a lady, is it?" the Nobody hummed in a sickeningly sweet tone, almost sing-song. She squeezed tighter, debating the multitude of ways one could break a person's wrist, and what might be the most creative and uncomfortable. Surely giving her the chance to apologize and grovel just yet was the boring way to go about things. It'd been ages since Larxene had been given any sort of doorway to torment anyone this way, and for as short-lived as she knew it would be, she'd ensure that she enjoyed every second of it.

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Euphemia had hardly expected the thin whippet of a woman coming her way to possess any strength herself; surprising how appearances could do that. She tensed visibly, gritting her teeth to take the pain of whatever the hell Larxene was doing to her wrist. It took her a moment to find her voice, shuffled under the pain she was not used to, the anger that seemed quite foreign, that distinct bite for violence she did not usually find within herself, seething in her belly like an animal.

"I don't see a lady here," Euphemia replied, proud with her voice still delicate and high-pitched, like a nightingale prior but now more comparable to a banshee squeal, "All I see is an annoying little bitch who spits out too much shit out the wrong end." Euphemia narrowed her eyes; it was quite unfortunate that of all people, Euphemia would choose to mess with... Larxene when in this "condition".

Euphemia, while like this, would not back down.

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"Unfortunate." Larxene sighed, head tilting as though thoughtful. "Your eyes mus not be doing you a lot of good, then, are they?"

Lightning-quick really was the best way to describe her movements, far too fast to track - especially for one unprepared and unable to do much in the way of defense. Larxene gave that captured wrist a sharp jerk to one side, pleased by the satisfying pop of bones. (Whether they'd broken or dislocated or... whatever, she didn't know, nor did she care. Pain was pain, regardless.) In the next instant, the Nobody was pushing forward, shoving the other woman back. One step, two, three - continuing until she could slam Euphemia right back against the cold, flat wall of the clock tower's side

DAMN TYPOS. DX

[xeuphonious]

Euphemia had never broken a bone in her life, always more occupied playing delicate games like dolls or maybe house, even in her childhood spent in open air with Lelouch; he'd always been particularly gentle with her, her half-brother. She gave a startled, heaving gasp, twisted her face with pain and would've moved her hand back to her chest in a protective stance if she had been a better fighter. As it was, Euphemia left herself wide open like a field, grunting in a very unprincess-like manner when Larxene shoved her against the wall, feeling the pain blossom on her spine like some terrible, terrible rose. This was pain, this was--frantic, Euphemia's mind searched for some sort of biting retort and she fought blindly for control, for some way to injure that sadistic little bitch pinning her like that, how dare she touch a Britannian princess, get your filthy hands off of me this very instance

LOL IT'S OKAY <3

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Larxene drew back, then, just the tiniest bit. One gloved hand lifted, wiping the wetness from her cheek disgustedly. Even then, her tone was so very calm and pleasant, content, somehow. "Such language. Hardly befitting of a princess. I'm beginning you're more of a whore than royalty, your highness."

She whipped out another of the small knives, snatching hold of Euphemia's other hand and jerked it up and above her head, slamming the blade through it. Matching. Symmetrical, She thought, studying both pinned hands, side by side. Oh, how pretty it was.

But that damned shrieking was quickly getting annoying. Annoying enough that Larxene decided it was something that needed to be dealt with, and as such, she made a simple and quick movement of removing one of her leather gloves, sighing all the while as though it truly was such a shame it had come to this. "And if you'll pardon my language, but," she grabbed hold of the princess's chin, reached up and promptly shoved the glove into her mouth as a make-shift gag, "Shut the fuck up."

IS IT REALLY? YOU FORGIVE ME.

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Euphemia's mind as it was began to splinter, little bits of it breaking apart. It hurt so much, she thought blindly, this pain spreading through her arm. She would've reached for Larxene with the other, so many actions she might've done if she'd been quicker and faster, but that hand too was pinned up and Euphemia gave another gasp. Crying was so weak, why the fuck was she crying? She tried to twist away, the sharp edges of the blades digging into her hands, the soft flesh becoming torn. Never worked a day in her life until now, still white and tender. How very useless

I FORGIVE YOU +++ <33 asdlfkj and if Larx gets too violent for your liking, JUST LET ME KNOW ;_;

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"Tsk."

It was an awkward angle for Euphemia to be kicking at her, really, given their close proximity. It made it only moreso when Larxene stepped closer, shoved a thigh between both of the pinned woman's and leaned her weight into the girl. Sure, she could keep thrashing her legs around if she really wanted, but it wasn't likely to do her much good. Euphemia was hardly the first person Larxene had pinned to a wall like a butterfly to a board, and she was hardly the first person to fight back exactly how Euphemia was currently doing.

"I would have given you the chance to apologize like a good girl, you know," she hummed absently, lifting yet another one of the blades that formed from swirled darkness. The tip touched just shy of the corner of the woman's eye, so very dangerously close. "But then you had to go and get nasty with me. I don't suppose you're going to behave now~?"

ARE YOU KIDDING? It's making me lol, a la my reaction to Sweeney Todd.

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Pinned. Euphemia's eyes moved to see the glint of the knife, how pretty its silver edge really was, what a pity it would most definitely be covered in her blood soon. "Mmjfsdpfh," was her angry retort, still angry, still eager to fight back. Her squirming did nothing to relieve her situation, but one could never not applaud Euphemia for trying: it seemed to be the only part of her that had not changed in this strange turn of events. Certainly not original, but it wasn't like the usually peaceful, kind princess had found her in this sort of situation. The last time she'd been near blood, she had had a fucking huge machine gun, first of all.

I wouldn't apologize to a fucking bitch like you, Euphemia thought in her mind, amidst her groaning for pain and ohgoodnessitburneditburned... She could feel the slight pressure of the blade. She increased her struggle, moving to push Larxene away by trying to trap her thigh between her legs and maybe moving her off.

OKAY. <33 LETS EARN THIS AN R RATING, THEN.

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"Ahh, somehow, I didn't think so," Larxene murmured, and the tip of the knife inched in closer, pricking the softer skin just beneath Euphemia's lower lid, the edge parting a few lashes. That close, and not a second later, the blade was finding itself embedded into one of those struggling, thrashing legs, instead. The squirming was irritating, even if it was truly gaining the girl no ground whatsoever. Larxene may have been about the same size as her, but strength, skill and reflexes were easily on her side.

Another knife joined its companion in Euphemia's other leg, burying deep, tearing through layers of skin to tissue, muscle, and if the girl insisted on struggling further, then she would find the tip of the blade driven down and down until bone was reached.

Larxene was losing her patience. And here, I was going to try to be nice."I might be inclined to take out that tongue of yours later, but for now... eyes, right? Eyes first

SWEET. I'M READING A CIVIL WAR NOVEL RIGHT NOW, AND I FEEL INSPIRED.

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First: a divine sense of shock, the kind most people would associate with death. But Euphemia wasn't dead, no: she was very much alive, as the scream in her throat could attest, as the pain that shot up through her legs no doubt could prove. It was different than fire, it was like daggers were stuck in her legs. And whoo! They most certainly were

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"You really aren't cut out for things like this, are you, princess?" Larxene sighed, sounding vaguely disappointed. "I suppose you've learned your lesson. Almost."

Her gaze shifted, moving from that now-empty socket to the sapphire-colored eye in the palm of her hand. With a quirk of her lips, she lifted it, held it up where Euphemia could see with the remaining eye, before half-turning and throwing it. It disappeared from sight before it ever hit the ground some many feet away, and Larxene twisted back to face her with an absent shrug.

"Fucking useless to you, if you ask me. Did you want to go fetch it? I'll even be nice and let you down."

And true to that word, she first reached down, grasping hold of the daggers embedded in those shapely thighs, making certain to twist before yanking them free. Both knives disappeared in ghostly swirls of black, and Larxene then reached up for the two pinning Euphemia's hands. Those, she was just as vicious in removing. Rather than pull them straight out, she deemed it appropriate to grab the

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Euphie's hands were fully mutilated now, nothing more than flaps of flesh that burned like hellfire and caused Euphemia to curl up on the ground, sitting in the pool of her own blood. This felt oddly familiar, the sleek, crimson wetness on her white skin, the pain etching its way from her legs, from her hands, from her eye socket. She stared at the ground with her one remaining eye, swallowing hard. She couldn't remove the gag if she wanted to; her jaw hurt, and she could feel the spit dripping out of her face, mixing with the blood still coming out of her eye.

Rich, red spurts. So pretty, like liquid rubies, like...

The blood loss was making her dizzy. Did she even want to fight anymore? But... That bitch, how fucking dare she treat Euphemia like that, and the emotion bubbled like a frothing volcano inside of her

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"What was that? Didn't quite hear you." Larxene scowled.

Still.

Don't kill her, Larxene.

She was fairly certain that was Marluxia's voice, in the bad of her mind and whispering that warning to her. Damn it all.

Euphemia crumpled to the ground, and Larxene merely watched. Pretty little doll, all broken to pieces, and the whole situation was so easily avoidable, wasn't it? It the bitch had simply shut her mouth in the first place...

Don't, came Marluxia's voice again, and she rolled her eyes irritably, put her hands on her hips with a sigh and lifted her gaze skyward for but a moment. Fine. Fine. Getting booted out of the upper level really wasn't worth it, was it

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If there was one thing Larxene had not learned during this small, surreal interlude, it was that Euphemia's reply would be surprisingly predictable

Is it all right to have Rufus step into the log in a few posts~?

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A snarl later, and the back of Larxene's hand was meeting with Euphemia's jaw, nearly hard enough to crack bone, so very, very barely restrained. She was trying so hard to keep control, reign in her temper. Truth be told, Larxene could have done this for hours, poking and prodding and removing fingers and ears and tongue and the like.

But, fuck, fuck that nagging voice in the back of her head was oh so irritating. Warningwarningwarning.

Larxene. Don't do that; you'll regret it, Marluxia continued to say.

Not listening to you anymore; you left me, was all she could think of in reply. And it was true, wasn't it? What other reason did she have to be good, if he wasn't there to keep hold of her metaphorical leash? Why had she been working so damned hard at behaving lately, anyway?

The back of her hand struck sharply to the girl's face again, another firm warning. "Try again," she snarled out. "You'll stay the fuck away from him, right?"

Him. Him, him -- Rufus....Oh. Her reasoning, it was him, wasn't it? The reason she didn't want