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Larxene tapped away at the computer, hunting through the inter-Worldy internet that the Organization had hijacked.
"Lets see..." She muttered, waiting for a page to load. The Castle's connection was not all that good. "Finally." She was about ready to stab the whole thing with her kunai.
She had loaded a website that had been translated from Spanish, 'www.ancientmexicanwisdom.com'. And it was big.
"Warnings for today..." She muttered, scrolling down the page.'The curandero is online for conversation.' "Well FINALLY!" She half-yelled, clicking on the link while reaching for the microphone next to her.
"Bienvenidos. Welcome." A face appeared in the middle of the screen, showing the wizened features of the medicine man.
"So, you speak this ambiguous language?" Larxene replied. "Good to hear."
"Of course." He replied. "I make it my business."
"So, what wisdom can you give me?" Larxene asked.
"I will tell you this. Things are going to get worse quickly." He replied.
"Oh. Is that all?" Larxene replied.
"Did I mention that you're in grave danger?"
"I think you skipped that..." Larxene muttered.
The curandero leaned forwards, shadows appearing over his eyes to give him a sinister look. "You're in grave danger..." He said, sounding sinister.
"Right..." Larxene closed the page, but the face of the man was stuck in her head for another hour, before she finally forgot the entire conversation.
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Skipping down the hallways, Demyx was eating a popsicle and humming happily until he saw Larxene turn a corner.
"AHH! EL BRUJA RETURNS!" He screamed.
"Cut that out Demyx..." Roxas muttered, appearing through a doorway, rubbing his head. The headache had been bothering him all day now. "Too loud..." He muttered, heading off randomly to try to find somewhere quieter.
Demyx watched him go, feeling sorry for the younger member. He only remembered his imminent death after someone tapped on his shoulder. "Uh oh..." He muttered.
"Demyx? What did you call me?" Larxene's voice, while at first listen was sweet, was dripping with venom.
"Run! Run away!" He yelled, running from the Savage Nymph, from now on nicknamed: el bruja. The witch.
"Lets see..." She muttered, waiting for a page to load. The Castle's connection was not all that good. "Finally." She was about ready to stab the whole thing with her kunai.
She had loaded a website that had been translated from Spanish, 'www.ancientmexicanwisdom.com'. And it was big.
"Warnings for today..." She muttered, scrolling down the page.'The curandero is online for conversation.' "Well FINALLY!" She half-yelled, clicking on the link while reaching for the microphone next to her.
"Bienvenidos. Welcome." A face appeared in the middle of the screen, showing the wizened features of the medicine man.
"So, you speak this ambiguous language?" Larxene replied. "Good to hear."
"Of course." He replied. "I make it my business."
"So, what wisdom can you give me?" Larxene asked.
"I will tell you this. Things are going to get worse quickly." He replied.
"Oh. Is that all?" Larxene replied.
"Did I mention that you're in grave danger?"
"I think you skipped that..." Larxene muttered.
The curandero leaned forwards, shadows appearing over his eyes to give him a sinister look. "You're in grave danger..." He said, sounding sinister.
"Right..." Larxene closed the page, but the face of the man was stuck in her head for another hour, before she finally forgot the entire conversation.
+_
Skipping down the hallways, Demyx was eating a popsicle and humming happily until he saw Larxene turn a corner.
"AHH! EL BRUJA RETURNS!" He screamed.
"Cut that out Demyx..." Roxas muttered, appearing through a doorway, rubbing his head. The headache had been bothering him all day now. "Too loud..." He muttered, heading off randomly to try to find somewhere quieter.
Demyx watched him go, feeling sorry for the younger member. He only remembered his imminent death after someone tapped on his shoulder. "Uh oh..." He muttered.
"Demyx? What did you call me?" Larxene's voice, while at first listen was sweet, was dripping with venom.
"Run! Run away!" He yelled, running from the Savage Nymph, from now on nicknamed: el bruja. The witch.
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