[Incomplete]
Who: Larxene, Joker
When: Sometime this evening.
Where: The junkyard.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Larxene's in a pissy mood. She decides to go after one of the newer threats to keep herself occupied.
There were plenty of other things Larxene could have (and probably should have) been concerning herself with. Grantz, Wesker, Hojo... or that stack of paperwork she'd grown bored with not even a quarter into her day. She was never one for doing such dull, monotonous things like that.
It didn't help that she was sorely and severely pissed off from her earlier confrontations with some members of ShinRa. Her pride was wounded, and that never sat well with someone as prideful as Larxene. And so eventually she'd decided against searching for something else to do, and slipped out of the SOLDIER building to set out on a self-appointed task of searching the city. Not for anything in particular at first, of course. Just... always in hopes of finding something that she or the others had missed. A hiding location for one of the threats they wanted to hunt down.
Why she ultimately decided to go after the Joker first, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because he'd been the most active as of recent, or maybe because Larxene found him insanely aggravating. Taking out her irritation on him seemed entertaining enough for the time being, aside from that... one had to imagine he would be the easiest to find... and the easiest to keep contained afterwards.
Clock tower... no. Too crowded, too common of a meeting place. If he had any level of intelligence, he'd stay away from ShinRa and ShuRa where spies and guards were thick at every corner. Same with SOLDIER. (After all, they had Kazuki who had already strung his threads through and around the building. At any given time, he could have listened in and picked up on the sound of someone sneaking around outside.) The woods, no, but-
It dawned on her then, just where he was most certainly getting his scraps and material for the stupid little traps he so enjoyed making. Sure, there was that abandoned construction site, but monsters were heavy there and most people steered clear. That left only one obvious answer, and that was the junk yard.
Ew. Figures.
But, ah, whatever. It was a long shot, but it made sense and so off she went, hopping swiftly from roof top to rooftop until the buildings grew worse in condition the farther from the center of the city she traveled. There was eventually a half mile or so of hard dirt and gravel where the city streets gave way and the junk yard stretched ahead of her, seemingly endless. Piles of debris towered high, high over head, and it was a miracle more people hadn't found themselves killed in there by falling metal or various other objects.
The Nobody wrinkled up her nose in distaste as she meandered through the gates, hands on her hips and boots crunching along the rocky surface underfoot. She paused once, kicked a can sharply out of her path, and continued on again with her eyes flicking about. If there was one thing about this place, it was that it seemed nearly impossible to remain quiet and undetected. Too much for sounds to echo off of, and so more than anything, she listened careful for any sound that would signify she was not alone.
When: Sometime this evening.
Where: The junkyard.
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Larxene's in a pissy mood. She decides to go after one of the newer threats to keep herself occupied.
There were plenty of other things Larxene could have (and probably should have) been concerning herself with. Grantz, Wesker, Hojo... or that stack of paperwork she'd grown bored with not even a quarter into her day. She was never one for doing such dull, monotonous things like that.
It didn't help that she was sorely and severely pissed off from her earlier confrontations with some members of ShinRa. Her pride was wounded, and that never sat well with someone as prideful as Larxene. And so eventually she'd decided against searching for something else to do, and slipped out of the SOLDIER building to set out on a self-appointed task of searching the city. Not for anything in particular at first, of course. Just... always in hopes of finding something that she or the others had missed. A hiding location for one of the threats they wanted to hunt down.
Why she ultimately decided to go after the Joker first, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because he'd been the most active as of recent, or maybe because Larxene found him insanely aggravating. Taking out her irritation on him seemed entertaining enough for the time being, aside from that... one had to imagine he would be the easiest to find... and the easiest to keep contained afterwards.
Clock tower... no. Too crowded, too common of a meeting place. If he had any level of intelligence, he'd stay away from ShinRa and ShuRa where spies and guards were thick at every corner. Same with SOLDIER. (After all, they had Kazuki who had already strung his threads through and around the building. At any given time, he could have listened in and picked up on the sound of someone sneaking around outside.) The woods, no, but-
It dawned on her then, just where he was most certainly getting his scraps and material for the stupid little traps he so enjoyed making. Sure, there was that abandoned construction site, but monsters were heavy there and most people steered clear. That left only one obvious answer, and that was the junk yard.
Ew. Figures.
But, ah, whatever. It was a long shot, but it made sense and so off she went, hopping swiftly from roof top to rooftop until the buildings grew worse in condition the farther from the center of the city she traveled. There was eventually a half mile or so of hard dirt and gravel where the city streets gave way and the junk yard stretched ahead of her, seemingly endless. Piles of debris towered high, high over head, and it was a miracle more people hadn't found themselves killed in there by falling metal or various other objects.
The Nobody wrinkled up her nose in distaste as she meandered through the gates, hands on her hips and boots crunching along the rocky surface underfoot. She paused once, kicked a can sharply out of her path, and continued on again with her eyes flicking about. If there was one thing about this place, it was that it seemed nearly impossible to remain quiet and undetected. Too much for sounds to echo off of, and so more than anything, she listened careful for any sound that would signify she was not alone.