149- Pageant

[masakomoonshade.livejournal.com]

Challenge: [149] Pageant
Title: Organization
Wordcount: 386

It was boring. Boring and stupid. At least VIII thought so, and XIII agreed with him. So did most everyone else, but they had the good sense to keep quiet about it in front of the Superior. They had far better things to do with their time than standing there 'perfecting their presentation.'

They were Nobodies, for crying out loud. They wouldn't leave anyone alive long enough to care if they looked presentable or not.

The Superior's plan was straightforward enough: infect a world with Heartless, watch it fall entirely to Darkness, and sit back while Roxas harvested the hearts from the ruins. It was short and sweet, perfectly simple. So there was no need to stand around like a bunch of prom queen wannabes, attempting to grin intimidatingly into mirrors and fine-tune their threats. There was no need to enter any situation standing in a perfect little line, arranged according to number (height, as it turned out, caused too much squabbling over who was tallest). And the problems with discarding their current wardrobes were obvious-- the new uniforms were too easy to mix up, they utterly lacked individuality, and (as Lexaeus discovered all too quickly) the fabric had a tendency to shrink in the wash. But there was no arguing with the Superior.

Not even when he had added a 'clean-shaven' facet to the dress code. Luxord had fought and whined to the bitter end, but at last his beloved goatee was stolen away. Luckily enough (if one can call that lucky) he looked so pathetic without it that the Superior decided to make an exception to the rule. Just this once.

It must be done, Xemnas continued to say in his booming voice. And then he would go on to add why it must be done, but very few of them cared to remember that anymore. Something about perfection, about ultimate something-or-other. Nothing really worth their time or energy.

Anyone who had heard their complaints would have thought it ironic, perhaps. Even when the castle was torn to shreds by the swipe of a key, even when its every last inhabitant was wiped from existence, a boy and his friends would wake in the dead of night with hollow screams on their lips, remembering the deliberate perfection of their Organization.

Comments

[lorei.livejournal.com]

attempting to grin intimidatingly into mirrors
LOL THAT SOUNDS LIKE WHAT TYRA BANKS WOULD DO IF TYRA BANKS WAS A NOBODY.

hrm.

I mean..
the last bit is short, and to the point, and pulls the whole drabble together in an amazing way.
Luxord's part made me grin.
And I like this. Good job!

[masakomoonshade.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I aknowledge that it wasn't fantabulous, but heck. We needed more than one entry.

[lorei.livejournal.com]

non, non. Stories making Xemnas sound like Tyra that can sill be serious in the end = fantabulous. (oh, but yes, I'll give you that, we did ^^; where is everyone ):)

[dreamer1789.livejournal.com]

This was fun to read. ^^

Not even when he had added a 'clean-shaven' facet to the dress code. Luxord had fought and whined to the bitter end, but at last his beloved goatee was stolen away. Luckily enough (if one can call that lucky) he looked so pathetic without it that the Superior decided to make an exception to the rule. Just this once. XD Ah, now that explains it all. ;)

And that twist at the end there give it all more purpose.

[avalonestel.livejournal.com]

Woooow...

Was hilarious at first, then chilling at the end. Wonderful job, and congrats on the win!

[masakomoonshade.livejournal.com]

Thank you!