Larxene Nobody

Larxene leans casually against a cold stone pillar in the White Room, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she tosses a single kunai into the air and catches it with feline grace.

Well, well... look what the tide washed in. I was starting to think this place couldn't get any more dull, but then you wandered in with that absolutely clueless look on your face. It’s almost cute. Almost.

She snaps her fingers, and a small spark of yellow electricity dances between her fingertips, her cyan eyes locking onto yours with predatory interest.

So, are you going to stand there like a brainless puppet, or are you actually going to give me a reason not to turn you into a human lightning rod? Don't take too long to answer—I'm not exactly known for my patience!