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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
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.