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paixaorpg2006-02-06 05:48 pm
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A Midsummer Night's Flashback [Completed]
Characters: Oberon Ansem and Titania Marluxia
Content: Ansem saves Marluxia's non-life out of curiosity.
Setting: The Fortriss of Darkniss™
Time: Monday morning (flashbackback)
Warnings: Nudity, near-death experiences?
Deep within the productive sleep of Ansem's dream-state, all was peace and order. In the womb-like silence of his rest-state, nothing could disturb him.
He clung to his pet, savouring the Darkness within the youth's heart, slowly replenishing his private reserve of power by draining the surrounding countryside.
And then, just when he was hovering on the razor's edge between needful rest and remaining so by choice, something swept across the paths of dreaming and disturbed his slumber.
It began as a distant wail, and slowly grew to a keening shriek, louder by the minute, until finally the etheric air was rent asunder by primal screams of rage.
Ansem could easily feel the cause:
Somewhere, someone--something--was dying.
And it seemed to resent this fact more than most.
The noise this being was making seriously tempted Ansem to help it along its way. In fact, he was extending his influence to do just that, when the tendrils of his power brushed against something that felt vaguely familiar.
One of his own?
No.
This was not one he recognised.
What, then?
A Nobody?
An artificially-created Nobody?
Which bore the unmistakable stamp of his own lab?
Ansem blinked, irritably drawing himself up from the depths of his dream-state.
This called for closer examination, even if the timing was dreadful.
Had the Non-Existent one not been clawing at the precipice to keep itself from toppling over the Abyss, Ansem would not have been able to retrieve it by spiritual means alone. But it was so nearly dead. The only things keeping it going over the edge were stubborn will and outrage.
Ansem used some of his precious personal resources, not yet fully replenished, to pull at that stubborn will, drawing the being - or rather NON-being - to him.
Marluxia vanished from the wreckage in the north quarter, leaving behind only the broken half of the Superior's weapon and a large pool of blood.
He reappeared on Ansem's bedroom floor, where the megalomaniac responsible rose from bed and peered curiously down at the dying Nobody as he casually dressed.
Content: Ansem saves Marluxia's non-life out of curiosity.
Setting: The Fortriss of Darkniss™
Time: Monday morning (flashbackback)
Warnings: Nudity, near-death experiences?
Deep within the productive sleep of Ansem's dream-state, all was peace and order. In the womb-like silence of his rest-state, nothing could disturb him.
He clung to his pet, savouring the Darkness within the youth's heart, slowly replenishing his private reserve of power by draining the surrounding countryside.
And then, just when he was hovering on the razor's edge between needful rest and remaining so by choice, something swept across the paths of dreaming and disturbed his slumber.
It began as a distant wail, and slowly grew to a keening shriek, louder by the minute, until finally the etheric air was rent asunder by primal screams of rage.
Ansem could easily feel the cause:
Somewhere, someone--something--was dying.
And it seemed to resent this fact more than most.
The noise this being was making seriously tempted Ansem to help it along its way. In fact, he was extending his influence to do just that, when the tendrils of his power brushed against something that felt vaguely familiar.
One of his own?
No.
This was not one he recognised.
What, then?
A Nobody?
An artificially-created Nobody?
Which bore the unmistakable stamp of his own lab?
Ansem blinked, irritably drawing himself up from the depths of his dream-state.
This called for closer examination, even if the timing was dreadful.
Had the Non-Existent one not been clawing at the precipice to keep itself from toppling over the Abyss, Ansem would not have been able to retrieve it by spiritual means alone. But it was so nearly dead. The only things keeping it going over the edge were stubborn will and outrage.
Ansem used some of his precious personal resources, not yet fully replenished, to pull at that stubborn will, drawing the being - or rather NON-being - to him.
Marluxia vanished from the wreckage in the north quarter, leaving behind only the broken half of the Superior's weapon and a large pool of blood.
He reappeared on Ansem's bedroom floor, where the megalomaniac responsible rose from bed and peered curiously down at the dying Nobody as he casually dressed.
no subject
That was the only thought in his head - if it could really be considered a thought. Just a feeling. Like he'd been run over fourty times, and then impaled on a flagpole.
And he couldn't see. He would have been worried if it had occured to him that this was bad.
The rocks were gone? At least his leg had numbed for the moment. He hadn't realized how serious it was.
He lifted his head very slowly with a groan.
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These artificial bodies...bodies is all they were. Perhaps that helped. Perhaps the flesh had more of a will to survive when there was nothing else to survive it.
An intriguing thought. Ansem was interested to find out if that were true...
The Nobody groaned, and Ansem realised he would have to move it. Noise was currently taboo in the sanctuary of his private chamber. Just now, his pet was sleeping.
Ansem knelt down next to the heartless creature and laid a finger to its lips in a nonverbal order for silence. He then quickly took stock of the damages.
The worst of its injuries looked to be to the left leg, where the aorta had been lacerated and the femur splintered. The muscle was all that held it together.
Ansem quickly conjured and applied a tourniquet before doing anything else.
Now there was blood all over his bedroom floor. Ansem sighed and slid his arms underneath the prone form, lifting it with him as he stood. It might have been more humane to simply teleport it as it was, not move the injured body any further, but Ansem wanted to get a feel for this Nobody, literally and figuratively.
It was not one of the eight he had created. If he took the time to consider, Ansem would not have expected Enzo to cease the experiments after he was no longer there to supervise. But Ansem had not considered what might and might not have continued in his absence, so it did surprise him to a degree to see this creation, an artificial Nobody completely unfamiliar to him.
But that was not precisely true.
Ansem did know that face. One of the lab assistants with which he had only had a passing familiarity. A quiet, diligent, retiring sort. He had been one of Even's assistants - which explained Ansem's only passing familiarity with the young man.
What had his name been?
Ansem searched his memory for the obscure piece of information. He seemed to recall hearing Even calling him 'Liam,' but that had not been his full name...
Well, it was of no importance.
Looking down, thoughtful, at the face from his past, Ansem teleported them to the laboratory where he laid the barely-conscious form on a gurney and set about staunching the free flow of life enough so that the Nobody's condition would remain stable while he readied the equipment.
As he cut away its slacks to better access the wound, Ansem could not help but notice it was wearing one of those black robes the others Ansem had seen had been.
It must be part of that strange social group the Nobodies seemed to have created. Ansem needed to know more about that.
This was going to make for a fascinating report.
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Something was fumbling at him, and he tried scooting away, but his body didn't respond, not even with a twitch. It was as if he were just a spirit inhabiting a body, with no control. He could feel, feel something touching him and he was moving, but where? Where was he now in the first place?
And then a dull throbbing started in his leg; he couldn't tell why, but it hurt like hell. He had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise, and that was more instinctive than him actually thinking.
He felt his mind swim again, and dully wondered if the pain would go away. He wanted to move, to breathe, whatever it was he should be doing. Marluxia didn't like this blackness, and had enough sense to hate his weakness, too.
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The laboratory had not been designed for life support. That was the sort of machinery he'd planned to add later, for the more in-depth experiments. Creating Heartless had been his first priority when he'd added this area.
Also, he had not planned on doing any experiments with Nobodies, and there was specific technology needed for that work, most of which had to be built by hand from the ground up.
Ansem was not about to go to all of that trouble just now, but a life support device specifically tuned to this sort of not-life was currently necessary. He spent the better part of the morning putting a small unit together and customizing it to the specific situation.
When he was satisfied with the temporary set-up, Ansem focused on the less-scientific process of creating a restraining collar for his new guest. He could not have this Nobody teleporting away as soon as its health returned, after all, especially if it was somehow affiliated with Number Four and a larger social group that might seek to do him harm.
Ansem worked the spells so that the collar would also act as a device monitoring the Nobody's vital functions, the information flow coming directly to him so that Ansem would know when it had regained consciousness or if anything went wrong.
Finished, he stripped the long black coat from the body and brushed its hair aside to fasten the collar with a surgeon's dexterity, activating the various spells involved.
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With a groan and a dizzy spell, he managed to lift a hand to his neck to feel whatever was fastened there. He thought momentarily that someone was near him, but he wasn't sure. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. It made him feel strange, like chains had been bound around something inside him.
His eyes weren't open. He just noticed that. So with effort, he did. His vision was red, and fuzzy.
And the face above him was too familiar, and someone he didn't want to see. He didn't need more pain. His brain was in the flight response, to get away from that particular face.
He urged to move, but only got his leg to twitch, which sent a jolt of pain up his spine into his head, causing him to hiss in his breath.
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When it looked up at him, fear showed clearly in its blue eyes. It knew him, then? That was very interesting indeed.
"You were injured," he explained in a soothing voice. If the Nobody became overexcited, it would only make his job more difficult. "I am repairing the damage."
He moved away from the body to prepare the stasis chamber.
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And now he had put some kind of collar on him. He was not a dog. Disgusted, he tried pulling at it, but it didn't even move.
His head fell back to the table he had been laid on, defeated. He'd have to do something about it eventually. Once he had some kind of strength back.
And he couldn't even teleport anymore... he'd have to get out the old fashioned way, then.
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The stasis chamber was horizontal to the floor, and looked much more like a casket than a chamber of any kind. But the important part was that it would provide this artificial creation with what it needed to heal and recover.
It should be sleeping during that process in any case. And it did not possess feelings to be disturbed by such treatment, after all.
Ansem bent to lay it inside more gently than it deserved. Arranging it properly within, he straightened up and gazed down at the recumbent form, its injured leg still oozing blood.
"Rest," he told it, and closed the lid, setting the automated healing process in motion.