#extirpeur

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        the redlight district had carried a mysterious vibe to it, something that naturally attracted lea yet not exactly the place he would see himself frequenting if he had the choice. lea was usually skilled in listening in so some inhabitants casually mentioned the place by name, which was the reason why he was there in the first place. he wasn’t down to wander but instead wanting to find a location to quench his own thirst. it had been a hell of a long day after nearly losing track of time getting caught up to speed about what’s going on. 

Sora was no stranger to whatever happens to his memories. Loss or gain, it was just better to roll with what goes on and continue his day forward. Even if it meant to come across someone who had disappear before his eyes. Remembering their past conversations, Sora couldn’t help but stare at the other, narrowing his eyes just a bit before crossing his arms over his chest. There were still a lot of unanswered questions, and she was one of the most mysterious out of all the members of the Organization.

Data Sora was starting to get the feeling that there were a lot more people who knew him than he realized, given he seemed to keep finding people who’d look at him. That, or he stood out somehow- but he didn’t think he did! 

If there was one person that made him shirk out of sight quickly, it was her. Not a single memory of Larxene was a fond one, and the moment he saw her he made an attempt to walk away.

Who knew if she had her abilities - all he could do was fire a few measly fireballs.

...Although, if she didn’t have any abilities, that meant he had the jump on her. Unfortunately for him, the additional time spent thinking on that was time not spent getting out of there.

this was bound to happen eventually, and deep in his bones, ienzo knew that the inevitability was unavoidable. he hadn’t anticipated it being here, on some foreign world that seemed less a sanctuary and more a prison, but there is only so many conclusions one can come to with so little information.

but if anyone might know anything, it would be the organization.

“i don’t suppose you have any ulterior motives for visiting me you’d care to share, do you?” larxene has always been a dual-edged sword, easy to read (to a degree) but hard to pin down. he does regret it, sometimes, not doing more himself to step in during the events at castle oblivion; but he also knows that nothing would have ever swayed those two from their chosen path.

perhaps it was their flagrant betrayal that fueled the small kernel of anger in his heart, such a foreign feeling. it had been so long since he was angry... he felt no loyalty to the organization anymore, yet he felt this way. why? it wasn’t as though he owned xemnas any favors. 

and yet, and yet, and yet.

   It was a shame the holidays were over, but at least the streets were still covered in snow, as they would be for several more weeks to come, and at least the lights that made the season so magical were still up, twinkling in the late evening twilight.

   She let out a breathy sigh and took a moment to appreciate the lights.