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paixaorpg2006-02-06 07:26 pm
sheer-cold.livejournal.com) wrote in 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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"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?"
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"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.