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She couldn’t recall what compelled her do it, to sign up for such a silly little thing.
Was it curiosity? Boredom? Most likely the later – since returning to the Organization she had yet to be given a mission or an objective of any sort to follow through upon by her superiors, and acting on her own, to carry out her own objectives… well, it as much too soon for all that. She saw little need to compromise her position within the Organization so soon, after being welcomed once again within their fold by Xaldin. No, it would be best for her to lay low, at least for a short while. And thus she found herself here, in Twilight Town, doing perhaps that most unlikely thing a Nobody such as herself could be doing: going on a blind date.
Boredom. It just had to be boredom that made her go through with this. Why else would a person like herself, a person without heart or emotion, go on a blind date, unable to feel? Unable to care? Sure, she could not care, but most certainly whoever the unlucky soul that got stuck with her would, and it would undoubtly bring her great pleasure, or at least as much pleasure a Nobody could obtain, to make this poor, pathetic soul’s evening a night in hell. Of course, she won’t be an outright terror – no. She’ll take it slowly, and relish every minute of it.
This most certainly was not a mission, but still, she decided that perhaps she should be as covert as possible. Oblivion forbid she be recognized by a member of the Dark XII or any other foe of the Organization. At that, she should be just as weary that the Organization itself does not catch wind of her tomfoolery. Doubtless her superiors would not approve of such an… exploit.
She had shed her black cloak and boots in favor of something less inconspicuous: a blue and green dress and white heels. Her hair had to change as well, especially those “antenna” of hers - they stood out too much for her liking… literally. After a good washing and brushing, her once slicked, yellow locks fell about her head in feathery layers.
It wasn’t much of a disguise, but it would hopefully make her a little less recognizable to unfriendly, prying eyes.
After stepping out of a Dark Corridor in an empty alleyway, Larxene made her way out to the cobbled roads and to the specified meeting place that was assigned for this little venture. Looking both elegant and fierce, she waited for her appointed “date.” Curious as to what kind of person would show up.
OOC: this should be interesting.....lol also, apologies for typos, I'm on my phone.
Max walked through the streets of Twilight Town, laughing to himself abou the current situation. He had actually won a blind date in that little contest he'd signed up for. He thought it was hilarious, honestly. However, he intended to follow through with it though. He didn't want to stand the poor girl up, after all. He just wasn't that kind of person.
So, he had changed into the single set of nice clothes he had. It consisted of a blue, button up shirt with a. Green collar, and a pair of nice, loose fitting pants. He still wore his usual leather boots, but they were polished well until they shone like black oil in the light of the town's lamp posts. He had left his pike behind, which felt strange to him after having carried it every where for so long, though his sword was still worn on a much nicer looking belt. As he had inspected his appearance in a mirror before leaving his gummi ship, Max had decided that this outfit made him look the part of a lower noble, which was saying something for a commoner like himself.
It didn't take long for him to reach the assigned meeting place at just the right time to see a woman he assumed to be his date already standing there. He sized her up as he approached, taking in her appearance. He had to admit, she was very pretty, her blonde hair framing her face rather well and the dress accentuating her figure nicely. He hadn't expected to get a date like this. Perhaps he could enjoy this a little more than he had expected to.
"Good evening, miss Larxene," Max said, walking up to her with a pleasant smile on his face,"My name is Max, and it would seem I'm your date. I'd just like to say you look very beautiful tonight."
((Lol Tis quite fin. I’m prone to typos with a proper word processor.))
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"Good evening, Miss Larxene. My name is Max, and it would seem I'm your date. I'd just like to say you look very beautiful tonight."
Larxene turned when she heard the voice, gazing emotionlessly at the young man that stood there before putting on a small, seductive smile, inwardly cringing at the sound of her own name. She had forgotten she had signed up for this using her Nobody name. If this was to be a covert undertaking, she can’t very well have her “date” saying that name in particular all over Twilight Town. She would need to remedy that.
“Ah… So you must be Maxwell. Oh, and please, you can just call me… Xena,” she said coyly. “And thank you for such a wonderful compliment. I did try hard to look presentable.”
She then took a moment to size up this Max character.
Larxene did not know what to expect when she signed up for this little endeavor. She had been perhaps the tiniest bit concerned that she would either be saddled with either a man much older than she or a puberty-afflicted teenage boy for the evening. Thankfully, Max looked to be close to her age, and was quite pleasing to behold at that. She’ll admit it: she found the young man handsome. He too seemed to have taken great care in making sure his appearance was respectable.
She supposed she might as well return the comment, “You look quite dashing yourself, Mr. Maxwell.”
For a moment, she stood there silently, staring at the young man before her, and then decided to speak again. “I must admit, this is my first time… ah… doing something like this, so I’m not quite sure where we go from here…”
A small blush, a nervous giggle. The perfect performance.
“Ah… So you must be Maxwell. Oh, and please, you can just call me… Xena. I must admit, this is my first time… ah… doing something like this, so I’m not quite sure where we go from here…” She responded, the slightest blush showing upon her face. It seemed she was feeling a little awkward. He'd have to try and fix that.
"Well, that's fine. I'm new to this whole thing myself," Max responded with a shrug,"Why don't we pick a place to eat? I saw a nice looking restaurant on the way here."
As he spoke Max moved to stand next to Xena and offered her his arm, and with a small smile said,"Shall we be off then?"
Larxene took in the sights around her as Max led her on.
She never really did spend that much time in Twilight Town. She would recall stopping by on occasion for a mission or two, but outside Organization work she had never traversed these cobbled streets on her own accord. Even after she left the Organization she had steered clear of the place. It was used as a training ground for new members – she recalled from her time with Roxas there – and thought it would be best to stay as far away as possible from the place should the Organization spot her there. However, this was no longer the case since she has been once again welcomed into the fold. As such, this was the first chance she had to actually take in the place.
She found it visually pleasing with its slopping streets and twilit glow.
She also found it boring. Absolutely, positively boring.
It was too quiet, too calm for her liking. It lacked energy, an erratic pulse. And by oblivion did it bore her.
For his own good, this Maxwell best do something to remedy that. Or else she’ll explode.
”So, Xena, where are you from?”
It took Larxene a moment to register that he had asked her something, to pull herself away from her own thoughts. At first she grimaced slightly, beginning to regret her chosen “nickname,” but then recalled that she had a role to play, and act to keep up – she needed to think up something quickly.
”Where am I from? Oh, not too far from here – I have a small flat in Sunset Terrace,” she said, smiling brightly. ”It’s nothing much, but its home. How about you?”
”Where am I from? Oh, not too far from here – I have a small flat in Sunset Terrace, It’s nothing much, but its home. How about you?” Xena asked with a bright smile. Max found he liked this woman. He wasn't entirely sure he coud give a full answer to her question, though. After all, not everyone knew there were other worlds out there. He took a few moments to think his words over, and finally spoke up.
"That's a difficult question, but the only real answer is my home's gone. I just kind of wander now, doing a. Little bit of this and that," he said with a small shrug and a glance at Xena,"It's not much at all, but I find I like it. It's better than being tied down to one place, at least."
As he finished talking, they turned a corner and come up on the restaurant. Above the door was a small, lit up neon sign that said "Mario's". It was a small place, but it looked rather homey, especially with it's strange look. H edidn't know where it got the style for it's decoration, but he liked liked it.
"This is the place," he told her as he steered them towards the door and held it open for her,"let's go grab a table."
His home was no more? Well, that could only mean one thing: the Heartless had gotten to it. Shame.
A shame for the Organization, actually. It meant that the Dark XII and their Heartless brethren were gaining ground, getting stronger. And the Organization’s troubles, at length, were her own troubles. But that couldn’t be helped right now.
They had arrived at their destination – what looked to be an Italian Dinette.
Larxene would have to give Maxwell some points: she was quite fond of Italian food. Giving him a polite “thank you” and coy smile for holding the door for her, she entered the restaurant and spotted a nice table for two near the window. Heading over to it, she took her seat.
Flicking her aquamarine eyes back to her date’s, Larxene decided to continue their little discussion on his origins: “And you said your home’s gone. Would it happen that it fell to the Darkness? Besieged by living shadows with eyes like hot coals?”
If he was indeed from another world, perhaps he could prove a valuable source of information of the going-ons in the worlds…
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(Tis quite fine, there is no rush. :3)
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Last Edit: Mar 15, 2011 15:17:10 GMT -4 by Larxene
Max followed Xena in as she moved to find a table for two near the back of the restaurant and sat down across from her. He pulled the menu over and started looking at it as she spoke.
“And you said your home’s gone. Would it happen that it fell to the Darkness? Besieged by living shadows with eyes like hot coals?” She said, looking at him intently.
Max's eyebrow went up as she spoke. So, she knew about the Heartless, and even the fact that there were other worlds out there. He found this intriguing, since very few people outside of Traverse Town knew about the existence of other worlds and the Heartless.
"Yes, my home fell to the Darkness. We were overrun by the Heartless," he said as he slowly put his menu back down on the table,"They hadn't existed on my world for millenia, but when they finally started showing up, they came in unstoppable hoardes that completely overwhelmed us. Are you originally from Twilight Town, or did your first home suffer the same fate as mine?"
He really did not need to explain it all further to her. The quirk of his eyebrow was all that Larxene needed to confirm what she had suspected of him. So he had run into the Heartless before, and lost his world to them as well… Intriguing.
Ah… And there came the question – the question she really was not expecting when she proposed that her own date was not of Twilight Town origins: “Are you originally from Twilight Town, or did your first home suffer the same fate as mine?”
The answer was not something she dwelt upon much – not because the memories were painful, nor were obscured by forgetfulness, but because they meant nothing to her now. Nothing at all. What purpose did such memories mean to someone such as herself? A Nobody? She had no heart to feel fondness, joy, sorrow for them. They were memories of a different time and a different person; she didn’t need them. So she had pushed them aside, and not thought of them since.
Meaningless facts of a life passed.
She supposed she might as well give him some truth in her act.
“There is no use hiding it any longer, I suppose,” Larxene said with a heavy sigh, casting her eyes downward, brow furrowed. “I’ve only been living in Twilight Town for a few months now. My true home – my true “world” as I have heard it called – was swallowed by Darkness. These living shadows – Heartless did you call them? – just appeared one day and started to attack people. A retaliation was mounted, but it was too late: the shadows had already taken so many, and so few of us were left. People disappeared into the Darkness, dragged into its depths screaming for salvation. People I’ve never seen, people I’ve known by face, people I’ve grown, lived with. People – one person – important to me, dragged into the shadows, swallowed whole. Their lives snuffed out like a candle’s sputtering flame with too little wick left…”
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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He really did not need to explain it all further to her. The quirk of his eyebrow was all that Larxene needed to confirm what she had suspected of him. So he had run into the Heartless before, and lost his world to them as well… Intriguing.
Ah… And there came the question – the question she really was not expecting when she proposed that her own date was not of Twilight Town origins: “Are you originally from Twilight Town, or did your first home suffer the same fate as mine?”
The answer was not something she dwelt upon much – not because the memories were painful, nor were obscured by forgetfulness, but because they meant nothing to her now. Nothing at all. What purpose did such memories mean to someone such as herself? A Nobody? She had no heart to feel fondness, joy, sorrow for them. They were memories of a different time and a different person; she didn’t need them. So she had pushed them aside, and not thought of them since.
Meaningless facts of a life passed.
She supposed she might as well give him some truth in her act.
“There is no use hiding it any longer, I suppose,” Larxene said with a heavy sigh, casting her eyes downward, brow furrowed. “I’ve only been living in Twilight Town for a few months now. My true home – my true “world” as I have heard it called – was swallowed by Darkness. These living shadows – Heartless did you call them? – just appeared one day and started to attack people. A retaliation was mounted, but it was too late: the shadows had already taken so many, and so few of us were left. People disappeared into the Darkness, dragged into its depths screaming for salvation. People I’ve never seen, people I’ve known by face, people I’ve grown, lived with. People – one person – important to me, dragged into the shadows, swallowed whole. Their lives snuffed out like a candle’s sputtering flame with too little wick left…”
When Max had asked the question, it had been out of spontaneous curiosity, and the words were out of his mouth before he was even conscious of what he was saying. He almost immediately regretted asking it, seeing the look on Xena's face. He knew exactly what she was describing. He'd experienced the same thing on his own homeworld. The Heartless had torn nearly everything apart in their hunger for hearts, and the heart of their world at Fort Sentra. They had claimed the lives of many people close to Max and drove those they hadn't directly killed to insanity so that their comrades were forced to kill them, like Donovan.
That thought reminded him of the scar he still carried from his knife wound that Donovan had inflicted on him. He felt his body tense at the memory of it, of feeling Donovan bury that knife in his gut while Max did the same to Donovan with his war-pike. That was by far one of his most disturbing memories from his homeworld. For quite a while after that, he'd struggled with what he'd done, even questioning whether or not he was a murderer. He'd gotten over it, but not after a long time.
"I understand what that feels like," he said, looking over at Xena and reaching across the table to give her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze,"Believe me, I know.
"Now, why don't we figure out what we want to eat, huh?" he said, giving her a small smile as he withdrew his hand and picked his menu back up. He really just wanted to change the subject to something much less depressing. He looked over his menu for a few minutes before finally deciding to get the Chicken Parmesan. He had no clue what that was, but...he recognized chicken. At least he'd have an idea of what he would be getting.
Larxene was not being completely honest with him. She was telling some version of the truth, yes, but certain details she felt were best left unsaid… That she had been one of those lost to the darkness, for example.
And he ate it all up. Hook, line, and sinker.
Larxene couldn’t help but give the tiniest smile as he reached out and squeezed her hand.
My, my… Am I not the actress?
For some time now she had been entertaining a little idea in her head.
This venture – this date – it had initially started as a whim. An act through boredom. A game of cruelty. But perhaps… Just perhaps, she could make something more of this endeavor – this young man – and turn it from a simple game to an opportunity. This Maxwell… He has dealt with the Heartless before. He could be powerful. He could be of use to her…
But she would need to see for herself how formidable an asset he is first. She has a plan for that. Later. For now, she will continue to play along.
Quickly working up some tears in the corners of her eyes, Larxene looked back up: “Oh… I’m sorry. Of course you do. Silly me, getting teary-eyed over this. Perhaps this was not the best path to take… Yes! Food! Let’s focus on that instead!” She picked up the menu and let her eyes scan it carefully. It didn’t take her long to find what she wanted. “Well, I think for an appetizer we should get a carciofini e funghetti. Hm… And I like the sound of fettucine Verdi alla Bolognese for later.” She let the foreign words roll eloquently off her tongue. She gazed up from the menu to Maxwell. “What about you?”
“Well, I think for an appetizer we should get a carciofini e funghetti. Hm… And I like the sound of fettucine Verdi alla Bolognese for later," Xena said, looking up at Max from her menu. Max, his mouth hanging open slightly at how easily she'd spoke those words, just looked at her for a moment. How did she know how to say that?
"I...uh.....I'm thinking about the chicken....uh....par-mee-sun?"," He said, chuckling a little bit as he spoke. He had no clue if he'd just said it right or not, but he figured it was as good a try as any,"Sorry if I mangled the word. I don't know how to say that."
OOC: sorry for the short post, but this is all I can think to do. lol.
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Last Edit: Apr 13, 2011 20:30:27 GMT -4 by sumdood
Larxene smiled as Max tried to pronounce the foreign word. She couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Par – meh – shon,” she said sweetly. “It’s Italian. Such a delightful language. And the food is wonderful to.” She snapped her menu shut and set it down on the table, then fixed him with a curious glance. “I suppose you’ve never had Italian before, have you? Just venturing a guess…”
