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paixaorpg2006-02-06 07:26 pm
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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...?
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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"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."
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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.
"..."