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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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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.
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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.