http://terra-creation.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] terra-creation.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-05-08 12:32 am

I just wanted to be the one to make a difference [Completed]

Character(s): Zidane Tribal, Lexaeus, Zexion
Content: Someone is about to start paying some attention to Zidane... He won't be able to handle it.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Warnings: Language. Y'can't blame the poor guy.





Still...blurry...barely here, there...unsure... He was numb. He knew that much. He was numb to his entire stomach area. He was... fairly sure that he didn't even have a stomach anymore. That is was just gone. Fell through the floor and left the rest of his body there, disjointed.

He wanted to know, dammit. Wanted to know where he was, what was going on, if the people he met and tried to help were ok... But there was no one here. No one around to tell him anything - not anyone even around to not tell him anything.

He tried to hum their song - his and Dagger's - to keep him concentrated. Focused. He could beat this... whatever this was.

He wanted to beat the shit out of someone. He wanted to take down Larxene for putting a hole in his stomach, dumped him in some room - or cell, whatever - and leave him to bleed everyone.

He wanted -

Oh god, he wanted to just slip back unconscious. He was so dizzy... and... still blurry...

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-05-08 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus looked unamused as he entered the lab, not that he didn't typically look unamused. He was supposed to have more free time before being required to set to work. Of that, he was more than certain. However, Larxene had brought them an... extra, and left him in the lab to be experimented upon. And thus, Lexaeus had found his time taken to seeing to this test subject. He made sure to lock the door behind him, just in case.

The first thing on Lexaeus' agenda was checking in on his test subject, and as he neared Zidane, muttered curses could be heard. Leave it to Larxene to injure their test subject and leave him in such a condition. They were lucky that he was a very prompt Nobody, elsewise, the subject might have bled to death.

"Damnable woman," Lexaeus muttered as he went to collect the healing supplies. There was no way he was going to work with a damaged subject, especially not one that ran the risk of dying before he even got started. He made short work of the supplies, administering them to Zidane, and waited for them to set to work. The Nobody was unconcerned with the subject fighting. Given his size, it wouldn't be difficult to pin him down again, if needed.

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-05-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus almost snorted as he heard Zidane hiss Larxene's name. So he knew the name of the one who had brought him here, did he? That was all well and good. Experimenter and test subject could damn her name together for all that it would matter. Knowing her, she'd laugh it off anyway, some great game of course. Briefly, he wondered if Zidane would try to confront her again. It seemed like the thing that many of these guests would do, and surely he was no different.

The burly Nobody began checking over the supplies in the lab as Zidane healed. The last thing he needed was to not have some crucial item when he was in the middle of the experiment. That would kill precious time, and could, perhaps, ruin the experiment. And Lexaeus was a curious as anyone as to what the results would be. It was masked behind the unamused expression that he seemed to affect more and more often of late.

Certain that everything was as it should be, Lexaeus moved to loom over Zidane. Some days, he knew it to be easier to act friendly. It had better results than the antagonism that Larxene seemed to greet people with. "Feeling any better?"

[identity profile] booksaresmexion.livejournal.com 2007-05-10 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The sheet white doors opened, revealing the form of Zexion behind them. An amused look adorned his features, as the Nobody sauntered inside of the research room. A very strange and mysterious sensation dwelled in his body, a light and giddy feeling similiar to excitement.

His attention instantly fell on the burly frame of Lexaeus, who apparently was checking on their specimen. With swift steps, Zexion went over to the cage to take look at their pri--experimental subject.

The inquire of the monkey boy didn't slip his ears, even though Number VI looked ever so interested at the male teenager. A odd smell lingered around him, it almost had the same essence of a Nobody. But, could it be?

"Roxas?" Zexion smirked, with a loose shrug. "Who knows? Number Thirteen has been quite rebellious these days." The blue haired eyed the bronze haired Nobody with a deep, peering look drenched in seriousness.

"Discovered anything, Lexeaus?"

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-05-10 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus turned upon hearing the door open, and took note of Zexion making his entrance. He nodded to the other Nobody before turning his gaze back to Zidane. The fun part, he was sure, would be restraining him so that they could work. But at least he wasn't so... damaged now. He heard the question about Roxas, but it was answered before he could come up with a response. At least it was a satisfying answer, in his opinion.

Lexaeus looked down at Zexion as he came to stand beside him. Ever of a serious nature, the smaller Nobody was. It was strange, he thought, how serious Zexion could be sometimes...

"Besides the fact that Larxene seems to only be good for bringing in damaged goods?" Lexaeus inquired with a humor that wouldn't be lost on Zexion, and perhaps not their subject, either. There were times when the air needed to be lighter, despite the seriousness of the situation. Lexaeus was sure, though, that it was something that pulled on him from before he became a Nobody. "I've spent more time cleaning up her messes than anything else at present. Although I will note that everything seems to be in order here. We should be set to begin."

[identity profile] booksaresmexion.livejournal.com 2007-05-12 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Zexion nodded, folding his frail arms in front of his chest while studying the tailed kid with a lightly tilted head. His forehead frowned. His mouth curled into a smile, as his pointy ears pick up the intended humor in Lexeaus' inquire. "Larxene always made a mess of our work, so why wouldn't she now?" He retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

The Nobody took a couple of steps to distance from the cage. "Damn nymph," He said bitterly and fixed his attention on the angry voice of their prisoner. "It appears you aren't that fond of Number XII either. Very understandable." Zexion came closer again, placing his arm against the bars of the cage to lean against them.

"Who we are and who Number VIII, XII and XIII are is none of your business nor concern. But I can tell you, Mr. Ape that you are currently at our full mercy. So, please behave if you ever want to see daylight again."

The Nobody couldn't help but to sneer, mocking a small bow towards Zidane. His dark eyes fixed themselves on Lexeaus, twinkling with mysterious mischief. "Have you felt it?" He asked, "This boy or whatever he is lacks something... He has a soul, but does he have a heart?"

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-05-18 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus almost snorted, though he kept such an urge under control. "One can always hope that someday, she'll seek her amusements elsewhere. Sadly, we could wait an eternity for that to happen."

The burly Nobody watched both Zidane and Zexion, listening to the words exchanged between them. Even as he focused on other things, he was making notes on Zidane's behaviors. There were things to be told in how a person behaved, whether captive or not, clues to their inherent nature.

"Mmmmh," Lexaeus said in response to Zexion's comment. It was a neutral reply, befitting of the fact that he hadn't exactly been looking that far when he came in. After all, one didn't start in the middle of the book...

[identity profile] booksaresmexion.livejournal.com 2007-05-21 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Zexion took hold of a few fringes of his dark silver hued hair, fiddling with them absentmindly. Very interesting, this monkey boy was. However, he walked into a wall when trying to figure a way out how to lay the boy's soul and thoughts bare, for him and Lexeaus.

"How about we conjure some Heartless to see how this guy reacts," Zexion suggested with a radiant shine in his spheres. "Or we can the Superior if he's in the mood to lend us Naminé for a bit... I'm sure this kid has a lot of interesting things stuffed in that dirty blonde of his."

If there was a shining mirror in front of him, Zexion would've be sickened by his own sneer, plastered on his features.

"I'm out of ideas, at the moment."

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-05-30 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus watched Zidane for a few moments, considering Zexion's words. To gauge reactions... it could prove useful in the future. He wasn't certain about digging through the kid's memories, but he wasn't really the type to dwell on memories in general. As it was, he was thinking thoughts along his own lines.

"I'm not sure the Superior would allow us the use of Naminé for a while," he pointed out. "With Larxene's recent behavior, I doubt he'll be very willing to be generous to any of us, no matter what we might uncover."

Of course, ruling out that idea didn't mean he was without others.

"You do realise, don't you, that the Heartless will rip the lab apart? Perhaps they are better suited to a last resort."

Lexaeus moved to peer down at Zidane with a smirk. "You ponder his heart. Why don't we see how much it takes to push him over the edge?"

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Zexion regarded Zidane with a cold, calculating expression for a moment, placing a hand to his chin in thought. He didn't appreciate being reminded of Larxene's lack of attention to detail. For some reason, she didn't seem to understand the finer points of a covert mission.

No matter. If the Superior would not lend Namine freely, Zexion didn't feel there was even a need to ask. He'd rather be done with this drab business, with the data ready to present to the Superior before too long. As it was, they'd wasted far too much time speaking with a subject that could simply be tagged for further observation.

"Then, Lexaeus, we will save that for a later day. For now, let's simply do what was asked of us and be done with it. Do you have the darkness samples?"

Zexion did not look at Zidane, preferring to keep the boy at subject status until the appropriate time.

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus looked amused at Zidane's attempt to flee. In fact, he was. He was very amused. How stupid did this kid take them to be if something as simple as bolting for the door would ensure his escape? Honestly.

Lexaeus, with his size, made a great blockade for the door. He reached out effortlessly and took hold of Zidane, making use of his greater size to keep the kid under control.

"Everything's been set for a while now," he told Zexion as he moved to the table with Zidane. "It's all over there." He motioned with his free hand before turning his attention to strapping their subject down. After all, it wouldn't do for him to squirm as they were working.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Zexion sneered. "It's a shame that the darkness isn't a sedative. I have a strong feeling that he won't like this at all," he said simply before he moved towards the tray where all the samples were.

While Lexaeus strapped the boy in, preventing any further movement, Zexion took hold of one of the three different syringes, each with a different potency of darkness at his behest. The first, understandably, was a lighter dose. He wouldn't want to start off too harshly.

As soon as Lexaeus had moved, Zexion undid the vest and tore the shirt covering Zidane's chest and barring any sort of injection. There was no need to sterilize at least, or else Zexion would have to insist that Larxene do it, as form of reparations to him and Lexaeus.

And as a sort of punishment for their subject.

The needle pressed into skin, the syringe contents emptying directly into their source. "I'll take note of the reactions." As soon as the Darkness had rendered him deaf, figuratively, for the moment, Zexion added, "He needs a journal, if you would, Lexaeus. I noticed he didn't have one upon my entrance."

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Whether he does or doesn't, it's just one more thing to take note of," Lexaeus pointed out. The Nobody watched as Zexion injected the Darkness into Zidane, waiting for a reaction. Naturally, he was given something else to do.

"Of course," Lexaeus told Zexion. "Shouldn't take too long." In fact, he knew exactly where he could find one. It was just... elsewhere in the lab. And so, Lexaeus vanished. Soonest begun was soonest done, after all.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting. A much more violent reaction than Zexion had expected. He raised an eyebrow, taking note of every twitch, every embarrassing, degrading stare, sound, and action. His hand twitched at his side.

The second round was still to come, as well. What could possibly be left after the third round, Zexion wondered? Would he be looking in the face of a heartless, and would there be a nobody standing beside it? Ah, and that brought up the question of whether Zidane would be strong enough or not to actually make a human shaped nobody.

The second syringe was in his hand, allowing only a five minute interval between shots. They were on such a tight schedule. Then, the second shot was injected as well, with one more round to go, each more potent than the last.

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Finding that journal turned out to be a little more difficult than he had anticipated. It wasn't where he had thought it was, which sent Lexaeus out to track it down. Luckily, he found it before too long, and returned to the lab, journal in hand.

"One journal, as requested," Lexaeus said. He was looking at Zidane, watching the kid with curious eyes. Reactions were always a good thing in an experiment.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"The darkness is taking physical form, and he's not a heartless yet? This is unprecedented, I believe," Zexion said with a mild form of awe crossing his face. He turned back to Lexaeus, taking the journal from his hand with a quiet 'thank you'.

One more treatment to go, and then they could be rid of the boy. He took the final, most potent darkness injection, and wasted no time with it. The same spot, made extremely obvious by the wisps of darkness creeping around that very spot, and then one final treatment.

"He is an experiment worth watching, do you not agree, Lexaeus?" He placed the journal in Zidane's hands, not caring really if the boy understood it was his or not. But it was essential that he have one, or else there would be no way to actually watch him once he left the prison.

"You left this," he explained, not caring if Zidane heard or not. "And I should congratulate you, I suppose. You survived."

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-07-01 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus nodded to Zexion as he watched Zidane. It was very curious to watch, to see how the darkness reacted and how the kid reacted to the darkness. Reactions... that was the whole reason he agreed to participate in this stage.

"Indeed," Lexaeus replied. "It will be most interesting to see if anything changes in him..." While it seemed like an obvious comment with a most obvious answer, the Nobody's frame of reference lay more with thoughts on how Zidane's relations with the others in the city would change.

[identity profile] paixaonpcsorg.livejournal.com 2007-07-08 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Zexion said nothing to the reaction, but his eyes clearly took note of it. He turned to the used syringes, to check the exact potency of the darkness that each contained, while making a mental note for the report that Vexen would surely demand.

"It is strange how well he's reacted to the darkness, though he continues to, for the most part, retain his identity and form," Zexion noted coldly, taking the syringes and disposing of them.

"Perhaps Larxene did us an unusual favor with this one. A unique subject is always greatly appreciated by a scientist."

[identity profile] atwelthstorm.livejournal.com 2007-07-08 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"You called?" Larxene asked, appearing into the room, unannounced and uninvited. She giggled at the sight of Zidane, pinned down on the table, and clearly not looking his best at all!

She hummed, walking towards Zidane with little interest in the other two there. Her entrance was more of a... taunting. "Poor baby...!" Another giggle. "All tied up, when his one true love is causing trouble for us." She turned to look at Lexaeus and Zexion then.

"They're trying to rally a search party. And the lovely Garnet til Alexandros seems to be trying to head it up. Not to mention, she's telling others about the Superior." A laugh. "I thought you might like to know...!"

One more look at Zidane.

[identity profile] silentnotstupid.livejournal.com 2007-07-11 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Lexaeus watched Zidane's reaction, much as Zexion did, making his own notes and thoughts about the experiment. In part, he was quite glad to have healed the kid before they had gotten started. There was no telling if the reaction would have been this... interesting.

"Indeed," Lexaeus commented. "And surely the results we report will be worthwhile."

Lexaeus frowned at Larxene's sudden and unannounced arrival. Surely she had better things to do than bother them. Perhaps that would be something to discuss with her, no matter what the result might be.

"A search party, you say? How interesting." The sarcasm could be heard in his voice, faint though it might have been. Any searches they attempted would be failures, he was sure. No one would be finding their lab.

"We appreciate the information, Larxene. Next time, please warn us before you drop in. We could have been in the middle of the experiment." The thought that she could have ruined it was left unstated. And Lexaeus looked entirely unamused.