(Untitled)

[schemingwords]

Demyx, get over here. Now.

Lexaeus, you too, if you please. It seems we need to have a talk. Xehanort, I wish to see you tomorrow, if at all possible.

...Harry. A word, please.

Comments

[Comment Log Tiems!]

[quirky_sitar]

[A cautious knock at the door. Demyx is standing there with communicator in one hand. Oh yeah, he knows what this one's about, this time. Whether Zexion will break out the popcorn or chide him for sloppy work is anyone's guess.]

...Zexion?

[Comment Log Tiems!]

[schemingwords]

[He's reading as though this is nothing new in the slightest, face a mask of disinterest.]

Come in.

[Comment Log Tiems!]

[quirky_sitar]

[Should be feeling something, he thinks, at least by now, and it's worrying at him a little. No problems bawling over Linda when she died, after all. And that wasn't even something by his own arranging...still, he ought to feel something. The tuggy nag-feeling that could be guilt creeps in steadily, but he keeps pushing that one away 'cause it's just unpleasant.

He's waiting for the grief, or a flood of abject shame, or...c'mon heart, you're not that new. You don't even belong to the guy who could logic these things away so simple

[Comment Log Tiems!]

[schemingwords]

[He acts as though Demyx isn't even there, going so far as to keep reading for two more pages before even acknowledging that the man has entered the room. Slowly, he looks over at him, just barely past his curtain of hair.]

Hm. It seems you have as well.

[He closes the book and finally looks up at him.]

I didn't think you were one to destroy your body for someone else.

[staticnotsound]

What is it?

[schemingwords]

Please kill her, Harry. This has gone on long enough. She has her chip out and is killing people for the fun of it.

But also...

...is that girl one of you? Lisa, I believe her name was.

[staticnotsound]

...Guess it's only a matter of time until history repeats itself.

I'll take care of Larxene.

Lisa? She's a friend. I think.

[schemingwords]

I don't quite know what to do about the rest of things, but...either she can die or be prosecuted. Either way, all I can see is more trouble.

Harry, she smells like blood and...and something else.