Kingdom Hearts } Beta Potion #552
Word Count: 556
Genre: General, Humour.
Ships?: None!
Characters: Xigbar, Larxene and Luxord.
→Mentions: Vexen.
Rating: PG-13, for language and alcohol.
Spoilers: KHII - Second visit to Port Royal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made. (I also do not own Kahlúa, for the record. That belongs to some...company.)
Notes: Done for sparkism at kh_request. :D [Being used as Drabble #60 (Drink) in my Fanfic100 challenge.]
Takes place at some point during the Organization XII era.
Luxord and Larxene have a drinking contest. A couple rounds in, Xigbar is called to investigate.
Beta Potion #552
“I still say you broke him.”
Larxene frowned, perched up on the counter. “I have experience in that area, Xigbar. Luxord isn’t broken. But whatever caused this,” she gestured to the man passed out on the kitchen table, “can’t be because of our drinking contest.”
The man prodded the blond man in the head once. Of course there was no response. “Hm. I’m guessing you’re right. Brit can take his liquor. What was the poison this time around?”
“Drinker’s choice,” Larxene shrugged. “I went with Kahlúa.”
“Ha! Vexen’s gonna be upset. No telling when we’ll find a bottle of that stuff again.”
A smile peeled back the woman’s lips at the mental image of an annoyed Vexen, as always. “I’m not sure what Luxord went with, now that I think about it.”
Xigbar reached over the stone cold contestant and picked up the green bottle. Some sort of wine, it looked like. He wasn’t able to tell what brand exactly because… “Label’s ripped off. Huh. Weird.”
“What’s weird?” Larxene was obviously very tired of the conversation by now.
“Vexen’s a stickler for keeping the cupboards organized. He makes a label if the bottle doesn’t have one.” The man spun the bottle around in his hands for a second, looking for the blue plastic of the Chilly Academic’s label-maker. “Wait. …Oh, shit.”
Xigbar ran to one of the cupboards near the sink and started digging, but Larxene ignored him. “Hear that, Luxord? Shit! You’ll be up-and-at-‘em in no time!”
She jumped slightly when the one conscious man in the room set a microscope, eye-dropper, and glass slides on the counter beside her. He sucked some of the liquid out of the nearly empty bottle into the eye-dropper and started preparing a slide faster than any of the other scientists would’ve believed.
Larxene was unimpressed. “We have a microscope in the kitchen, but no good salt shakers. What in the world-”
“Shit shit shit!” Xigbar said as he focused the lens, obviously used to any optical adjustments he had had to make since loosing his right eye.
“I’m guessing Luxord didn’t drink wine then?”
“It was a potion I was making. Supposed to enhance my powers over space. Who knows what it’s doing to Luxord’s system,” Xigbar said all of this mostly to himself, but turned to Larxene, suddenly. “Larxene, you have to wake him up.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past twenty minutes,” the woman pouted.
“I don’t know, do something loud. Do something bitchy!”
Larxene glared at her superior by several years, mouth set in one very not pleased line.
The slap exploded in the small kitchen, thunder bouncing off every white surface again and again. Silence.
Then, “OW.”
The two Nobodies were distracted from their glaring contest (though Xigbar had had no chance of winning, what with only one eye and cradling a scarred cheek in one hand) by a clicking sound. They turned towards Luxord, who had jumped awake, sitting perfectly upright in his chair.
His pupils had been replaced with two glowing gold disks and he was making a constant rhythmic clicking with his tongue. Eerily, he blinked occasionally, but made no other impression of having any idea what had happened.
His two compatriots leaned forward over the table, taking this in.
“You turned Luxord into a clock.”
“…Shit.”
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Genre: General, Humour.
Ships?: None!
Characters: Xigbar, Larxene and Luxord.
→Mentions: Vexen.
Rating: PG-13, for language and alcohol.
Spoilers: KHII - Second visit to Port Royal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made. (I also do not own Kahlúa, for the record. That belongs to some...company.)
Notes: Done for sparkism at kh_request. :D [Being used as Drabble #60 (Drink) in my Fanfic100 challenge.]
Takes place at some point during the Organization XII era.
Luxord and Larxene have a drinking contest. A couple rounds in, Xigbar is called to investigate.
Beta Potion #552
“I still say you broke him.”
Larxene frowned, perched up on the counter. “I have experience in that area, Xigbar. Luxord isn’t broken. But whatever caused this,” she gestured to the man passed out on the kitchen table, “can’t be because of our drinking contest.”
The man prodded the blond man in the head once. Of course there was no response. “Hm. I’m guessing you’re right. Brit can take his liquor. What was the poison this time around?”
“Drinker’s choice,” Larxene shrugged. “I went with Kahlúa.”
“Ha! Vexen’s gonna be upset. No telling when we’ll find a bottle of that stuff again.”
A smile peeled back the woman’s lips at the mental image of an annoyed Vexen, as always. “I’m not sure what Luxord went with, now that I think about it.”
Xigbar reached over the stone cold contestant and picked up the green bottle. Some sort of wine, it looked like. He wasn’t able to tell what brand exactly because… “Label’s ripped off. Huh. Weird.”
“What’s weird?” Larxene was obviously very tired of the conversation by now.
“Vexen’s a stickler for keeping the cupboards organized. He makes a label if the bottle doesn’t have one.” The man spun the bottle around in his hands for a second, looking for the blue plastic of the Chilly Academic’s label-maker. “Wait. …Oh, shit.”
Xigbar ran to one of the cupboards near the sink and started digging, but Larxene ignored him. “Hear that, Luxord? Shit! You’ll be up-and-at-‘em in no time!”
She jumped slightly when the one conscious man in the room set a microscope, eye-dropper, and glass slides on the counter beside her. He sucked some of the liquid out of the nearly empty bottle into the eye-dropper and started preparing a slide faster than any of the other scientists would’ve believed.
Larxene was unimpressed. “We have a microscope in the kitchen, but no good salt shakers. What in the world-”
“Shit shit shit!” Xigbar said as he focused the lens, obviously used to any optical adjustments he had had to make since loosing his right eye.
“I’m guessing Luxord didn’t drink wine then?”
“It was a potion I was making. Supposed to enhance my powers over space. Who knows what it’s doing to Luxord’s system,” Xigbar said all of this mostly to himself, but turned to Larxene, suddenly. “Larxene, you have to wake him up.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past twenty minutes,” the woman pouted.
“I don’t know, do something loud. Do something bitchy!”
Larxene glared at her superior by several years, mouth set in one very not pleased line.
The slap exploded in the small kitchen, thunder bouncing off every white surface again and again. Silence.
Then, “OW.”
The two Nobodies were distracted from their glaring contest (though Xigbar had had no chance of winning, what with only one eye and cradling a scarred cheek in one hand) by a clicking sound. They turned towards Luxord, who had jumped awake, sitting perfectly upright in his chair.
His pupils had been replaced with two glowing gold disks and he was making a constant rhythmic clicking with his tongue. Eerily, he blinked occasionally, but made no other impression of having any idea what had happened.
His two compatriots leaned forward over the table, taking this in.
“You turned Luxord into a clock.”
“…Shit.”
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