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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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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.