mun is...wibbling

[injureaheart]

Your indecision is intolerable. As well as...irritating.

If I am indeed driven to pursue this, it shall be worthy of my time and attention. You are well aware of my requirements. Do not fail; that would be most...unfortunate.

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[pullsheavendown]

You should know all about failure.

[injureaheart]

Indeed. I'm staring at a prime example at this very moment.

[pullsheavendown]

Yeah? What's it say about you and the rest of the Organization that you relied on me for so long, then?

[injureaheart]

You were but a means to an end. A tool. And do not take so much stock in your perceived "importance". You were not the only tool being used.

[pullsheavendown]

Right. I'll be sure to listen to whatever you say. That got me so far before.

[injureaheart]

And yet, here you are.

[pullsheavendown]

Someone is trying to avoid her work. It's not like I'm here out of choice.

[rotafortunae]

Oh, come now, Saix; humans are, after all, caught up in the push and pull of a heart. Their thoughts slide around like a ball on a roulette wheel, they never really settle...

Have patience. The game will play out in your favor.

[injureaheart]

A fact most inconvenient. [As evidenced by the light snarl.]

I have patience, Luxord. It is, however, beginning to wear...thin.

[rotafortunae]

The real question here is: what sort of game is she playing with you? Or not playing, as the case may be...

[injureaheart]

She is..."teasing" me, I suppose you would say. And I will not tolerate it for much longer.

[madannoshashu]

[ Don't mind him. He'll just be munching on some popcorn over here.

Why so serious, Saix? ]

[injureaheart]

--yes, Xigbar?

[madannoshashu]

[ Munch munch munch... okay, he's done. ]

You know, there's this thing called "beating a dead horse".

[ He gestures in Saix's general direction. ]

You think you've killed it yet?

[injureaheart]

No. Elsewise I would not be talking about it.

[madannoshashu]

So?

[ He raises his hands briefly. ]

What's the issue? No place good enough for the puppetmaster to send you?

[injureaheart]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. The issue is that she refuses to search to my satisfaction.

[madannoshashu]

That is a shame.

[ He taps his chin. ]

I don't suppose she'd mind a few suggestions?

[illicitresearch]

My. It has been some time, Saix...

What are your requirements?

[injureaheart]

Zexion. It has, indeed.

A place rife with hearts for the taking. I tire of this...barren landscape to which I'm currently confined.

[illicitresearch]

Since World's End, if I am not mistaken.

You will require one who bears the keyblade to get anywhere with hearts, you do realize that?

Hm. That is a pity.

[injureaheart]

Perhaps. However, from observation, finding a Keyblade and one able to wield it does not seem to be much of an obstacle.

[The little cretins are just everywhere these days.]

[illicitresearch]

Ah, but finding one willing requires some finesse, Saix.

You've all left our thirteenth in quite the resistant state. Lexaeus and I have so much re-education to do with him.

[injureaheart]

Good. Perhaps it will keep the two of you out of further mischief.

[illicitresearch]

Mischief? I should take offense. You know I take my work seriously.