{Larxene and the Lessers are available to tag in any world, at any time. Even Milliways. The chase will continue for quite some time.}New York was a shambles. Every grid in the city was blowing almost as soon as it came online. The lightning storms were phenomenal in a city that thought to have already seen everything. Larxene, pacing her roof at ( Read more... )

It started simply. Food in general, muffins specifically, were useless to her and hers. And yet she'd come into a great deal of them. It was only common sense to integrate 'muffin delivery' into the tasks keeping the Lessers occupied ( Read more... )

Just
A (Gifted to Xaldin)
List
Of
Worlds
And
One
Derelict Space Freighter
Where
There
Was
Safety
And
Rest
To
Be
Found

Safe houses. Worlds found on no lists to her superiors, no mouse contested worlds...just safe places for her and her girls to retreat to if necessary.

When necessary.

It wasn't simple.

Babysitting that was. Of course, lessers were as far from 'children' as snakes were from butterflies, but that was beside the point. Lessers were groups of people (yes, people) who took their strength and direction from their higher. The greater Nobody that they clove to and followed defined their existence as much as they ( Read more... )

She was restless when she returned from her talk with Xaldin. Restless enough to send all the girls out, Dancers paired with Ninjas en masse. It'd keep them out of trouble a she worked on the Disney research.

Her office full of Disney research. For the first time all the files and folders seemed beyond the realm of handling. There was simply too ( Read more... )

If she'd had a heart, she'd have known what to do. She believed that as much as she believed in her own existence. If she'd had a heart she could have helped instead of handing Demyx off into a world she could never reach. It'd never been a priority before, she did well without the obsession of her superiors. But of course, the lack was rammed home ( Read more... )

Larxene stepped from the dark paths, and the girls flowed around her in a comfortable wave. The converted warehouse was familiar now, at least, and a territory she was well established in. IT was something ( Read more... )

Some days it almost amazed her at how childlike her girls could be. Always energetic, always finding things to show her...that was the off-duty Ninjas. Today it seemed they had a special treat in store for her since they could barely slow down their movements, flitting through the ropes and wires of their 'home' the moment she stepped from the dark ( Read more... )

The superiors had given her a place to start. New York, the one with the rats. The mutated, aggressive, fire tossing rats she assumed. After all, normal rats, and talking rats...pretty much any other variant of rat, just weren't as entertaining ( Read more... )