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paixaorpg2007-05-08 12:32 am
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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...
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...