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Hell hath no fury { Active // Closed }

Nov 07, 2010 03:26

Character(s): Tsume & Larxene
Content: With the fog unleashed, Tsume has to cope with his growing issues. With Larxene out on the prowl, matters could get worse.
Setting: Clan Centurio Headquarters [I8]
Time: Week 26, Night. During the fog event.
Warnings: ...It's Larxene. And Tsume. Use your imagination.

( He'd found the perfect place to make base. )

clan centurio headquarters, larxene, tsume

Comments 4

Sorry for lasting so long D:. fulminarexii November 15 2010, 06:27:52 UTC

Time was wasting quickly, it seemed. She had last spoken to Laharl a few days ago, and still didn't have the proof to convince him that she had Etna. Larxene didn't care about what truthfully happened to the brat, but she wanted to use the disappearance as an advantage. To torment him. It was long overdue, and she needed some type of reaction to laugh at. Things had been slow, tedious, and overall boring. Even with the fog, nothing had improved, though she had to check who was affected before claiming that. That's why she was walking around the city doing nothing in particular except searching for some entertainment. Stray people, lost in the insanity of their own minds and suspicions. Her lips curled into a smirk at the imagery. There had to be someone around that she could play with ( ... )

:D Don't worry, no rush! We've all got lives, sweets. greybetrayal November 17 2010, 09:18:44 UTC

The fog. That damned vapor that flooded through the city. It smelled terrible, and it seemed to make these humans become even crazier than they originally were. He'd get stares, he'd hear whispers, and he swore. He swore that once or twice, he'd heard the cock of a gun and the familiar drunken mutterings of that old man Quent. He wouldn't let it stop him from going out and trying to get a decent meal, though. Tsume could, quite easily, take care of himself. He'd proven time and time again how little of a threat humans were to him, thus as he moved through the city streets, he just brushed off those petty little ticks of anxiety and continued on his merry way.

Wolves could go weeks without food so long as there was sufficient moonlight to bask in, but Tsume knew how to acclimate to the city. In the days he'd been here, he'd found nothing live--not even the fucking plants were real(but then again, he was surprised to see any kind of greenery, period). Unless he wanted to make himself a public enemy and just beg for an angry mob to hunt ( ... )

I DID IT! I DID IT! I FINALLY DID IT! 8D fulminarexii January 25 2011, 05:05:19 UTC

"I'm usually not the type to give reasons to anyone about what I do," she replied rather easily, her voice dripping with purposeful honeyed sultriness. She tentatively walked more to his side, aquatic eyes sharply looking him over. Almost...predatory. It took all her self control not to be visibly repulsed by his cannibalistic behavior, a fact that bothered her still. At least her presence caused a sort of thick air around them to make up for it, and she tilted her head innocently in amusement, aware he was alarmed just by her being there. While she loved those type of reactions, she couldn't really read what he was thinking. So she had to be cautious in case he tried anything.

He was an odd one too. She could admit being perceptive wasn't one of her...most finer points, if her fallacies in trusting others were any indication. But she could tell that this wasn't a normal human. Not that it was anything surprising when it was PaixaoIt wasn't until a certain sliver of light from the moon hit him as she moved that her footsteps finally ( ... )

Yaaaaaay! \o/ Tsume + Larxene fun time! greybetrayal January 31 2011, 04:39:45 UTC

"Good for you." He seemed annoyed by her dodgy answers. One could also say he was un-interested, but that was only because he didn't care to play games with anyone who deigned come between a wild animal and its meal.

He watched her pace across the room, empty save from old and fallen pieces of furniture lying here or there in the moonlight. When she stopped, he was alert and keenly focused on her. His body was ready to react, though he wasn't tense. And then that grin only made it worse.

Tsume's illusion cocked a brow, his head tilting as he spoke with a firm tone, almost scowling at her. "What's it to you?" Now that she was in the room, this heavy, ominous scent permeated the room. The air was almost humid to his keen senses. He didn't like it, but it wasn't his style to attack all willy-nilly like Kiba. Even if the fog was secretly making his insecurities worse.