paixaorpg | Salt to the wounds [COMPLETE]

Character(s): Vexen, Yuuko, and anyone else who wants to see Vexen even more demoralized and dejected!
Content: A Healing, a Gift, and the inevitable payment details.
Setting: Os Dias Sao a Noite
Time: Monday morning/afternoon (shortly after the Superior Smackdown xD)
Warnings: Uh... some blood and angry old guys? O_o

The pain he was in was beyond excruciating; it actually hurt so much it was becoming somewhat pleasurable, if it weren't for the fact everytime Vexen moved a sharp flare would slash through his senses and remind him that he, along others, were dying.

Larxene... and Marluxia too, Vexen remembered with distaste. His least favorite people. He had no idea if people had already stopped to help them, or if they were still dying on the rocks, but he would return to them soon. For now, he had to keep himself alive. What use was he to anyone if he was a corpse?

He was getting there, actually.

Vexen finally painfully made his way to the neglected table where he (foolishly, he admitted, but it actually worked out) left his materials, along with a few healing potions. They were mostly low-grade, actually used for experiments, not for their intended use.

Guzzling down the contents of one, the dulled magic in them started to work, however faintly. His bones would take forever to mend and he wasn't sure if the bleeding (external and internal) had quelled. But the pain had dulled a bit.

ugh. How did he get into this miserable state...?

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Yuuko returned the previous day to the library, she had left her books and things strewn out in her little reading circle so Mokona wouldn't have to find them again. She gave a loud yawn and stretched as she entered the library and talked with the creature currently residing on her head.

"Hopefully we can get more from those books, Mokona. I want to know the exact history of this place, and if the idiots who made it left any clues on how to get out."

That voice...

It somehow wafted to the upper floors, but Vexen remembered it and his shoulders tensed. Argh. That woman. But as he mused on his bad luck, a thought came to him. Was she not a mage? What if...

It was a stretch, but he had to swallow his pride. Again.

It took Vexen an embarassingly long time (five minutes) to make his way to the other side of the floor, to where the staircase was. There was no way in hell he was going to climb down. He could barely move, and the pain that he thought had dulled was starting to flare up angrily again.

"... Y-You."

He coughed, not to get her attention but to dislodge a glob of blood in his throat.

"..."

Yuuko turned slightly hearing a voice, thought it was unrecognizable due to the obstruction in the person's throat. Peeking behind her she spotted Vexen and smiled in a sly way.

"Well hello there..." She murmured, turning to see Vexen looking as though he got run over by a steam roller like Tara Rozell in my homeroom class. "What the hell happened to you?!" She squeaked, a little wide eyed at Vexen's ruggedly beaten appearance. "What creature mulled you?"

[[ooc: Now that was just mean xD]]

"Are you a healer?" Vexen completely disregarded her questions, preferring to get straight to the point. He did not want to explain, he wasn't really at the liberty to explain and he wasn't the only one who needed help at the moment.

"Th-There are two others..." He vaguely gestured to the side before coughing again, thankfully a dry one.

((ooc: You know I was bound to make that comparison in this RP sometime >>...))

"I am...I am assuming you want my help? Or you wouldn't have asked." Yuuko murmured, crossing her arms in that odd position, mimicking the position she'd take if she were smoking a cigarette.

"My help comes with a price." She reminded, if she had already said so before. "I'm a businesswoman after all..."

She brought a hand to her head and combed some of her hair back with her fingers. Scanning over Vexen she could plainly see his injuries weren't just 'scrapes', they'd require a lot more magic than normal wounds.

Oh, it figured.

He was surprised, but at the same time, he wasn't. Of course, he supposed she was used to selling her talents as opposed to healing people out of the goodness of her heart. Perhaps she wasn't a healer, she merely had that ability.

His vision was starting to get blurry. He really had no choice, did he? Furthurmore, she didn't seem to be the type who would want something as useless and petty as money...

"I doubt I'll live long enough to find someone else, so fine," Vexen grumbled. He guessed he would have to give Larxene and Marluxia potions; he wasn't paying to have them healed.

He let out another rattling cough, this time grimacing as something in his chest shifted and he swore he heard another crack.

Damnit.

Yuuko rose a brow as he coughed. "Apparently so..." She murmured, walking forward to him to be at his level. "You're going to have to sit down somewhere, your leg looks bust and if you keep moving it you'll get an infection." She reminded.

She sighed to herself and sat Mokona down onto a table, scratching her neck she wondered to herself how much of her power it would take simply to heal him. This would set her back a bit. Hopefully she thought of something good to get out of him as payment for the time she's loosing to preserve his life.

If Vexen could hear her thoughts, he would have said to hell with her and would have returned to find himself someone else who actually did this for a living. But a mind reader he was not, and he merely complied by promptly collapsing on the spot, too tired and hurt to care how childish or weak he looked while doing so.

Ugh. He really shouldn't have left, now that he thought about it more clearly. He used more energy then he should have and someone probably had made their way to the ruins already and found Larxene and Marluxia's broken, twisted bodies.

He had heard of people possessing great intelligence but next to no common sense.

How ironic. Vexen stubbornly refused to believe he was one of them, but he seemed to be proving himself wrong lately.

Yuuko gave a look and grumbled to herself. He had to collapse on spot, didn't he? After all he had come all this way beaten and broken, surely he could make it to a chair....

Yuuko sighed aloud and quickly made her way next to the man. She grabbed a hold of one of his arms and pulled him away from the edge of the staircase so she could lay him out straight. She inspected over him in ways he'd probably kill her for, but he looked so beaten who knew what parts of his body was broken or not. Well, for instance one of his legs was busted, placing it in place she checked elsewhere and found no other breaks except for the ribs and the legs.

Clapping her hands together she rubbed them a bit to get her magical touch going, she placed them over Vexen's chest and focused her energies to the spot in which he was most wounded. From there only time would tell how long it would take for him to heal.

Vexen noticeably stiffened at the way she yanked him around, although it wasn't clear if this was because it hurt or he just didn't like the physical contact. Either way, Vexen was starting to feel apathetic, as long as she did her job right or else he would kill her (unfortunately, he actually couldn't, but he would make the suggestion).

The invading touch on his broken chest, however, was actually sort of welcomed as a warm energy started to flow in, mending the broken bones and fixing up the internal wounds. Vexen could feel the pain literally ebbing away from all places but his leg (which he had a feeling she wouldn't fix; it was alright, he guessed he didn't need it for now), and he finally sat up when the mage removed her hands, his own hand rubbing the healed section.

"...Thank you," He murmured, with as much gratitude as he could really put forth. "I guess you're not fixing that," He gestured to his broken leg, but immediately shook his head. "No, don't, I fear what the price of that would be."

"Eh. Your leg could heal on it's own, with proper care. Hence why I didn't heal it myself." She murmured, getting up and stretching. "God I feel old." She chirped, running a hand through her hair. "Now about my payment..." She began, glancing down at him. "You owe me dinner with you." She mumbled. "Sometime before he get beaten up again."

... Dinner?

Vexen was half-expecting his soul (a huge problem; it was all he had), but dinner, of all things? But he wasn't going to complain. It was quick, easy, and while somewhat humiliating he supposed there could be worse things she could have asked for.

"Fine. I'm sure you understand me when I say I cannot pay at the moment," Vexen didn't move, looking at his leg warily. He would have to conserve his energy and take only what he had to for now.

"I'll contact you on your journal. Later."

Vexen left then, fading away as opposed to disappearing into mist like he did earlier, almost as if he had simply phased out of existence. If Yuuko looked through the entrance to the second floor, she would have heard the clinking of bottles and the scraping of a table, but Vexen was long gone by then, along with a couple of notebooks and a few potion bottles.

It never occurred to him that he still didn't know his benefactor's name and he didn't care if she had his or not.

Salt to the wounds [COMPLETE]

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