paixaorpg | Sedation Techniques [Completed]

Character(s): Zidane Tribal, lumens, Montblanc
Content: The lumens catch up to Zidane; Montblanc is sent to the rescue~
Setting: M5 area
Time: Night approaching dawn
Warnings: Uhhh. Hey, I guess not, actually o.O;; Bit of violence, but not very graphic.

Zidane huffed, an arm wrapped around his waist, slumped over to the side. The dark aura wrapped over him in a veil, almost trying to shield him from harm, and yet by doing so it was also draining more energy than he needed to be using right now. His vivid yellow eyes darted around the street, trying to keep track of the attention he had gathered. Wonderful. The Great Zidane Tribal! Lumen Magnet. Really, really wonderful. Could he blame the Organization for this, too? He laughed, but it was empty and ragged.

The lumens were finding there way to him. Perhaps expelling so much darkness at once was much more than a really bad idea, but he couldn't stop his body from doing it; it was cooking within his shell of a body, boiling and churning, and then pushing back out around his skin in a clinging fog. He swayed, eyes widening more - headlights through the dark, and then he was off, arm still wrapped around his waist, the darkness lively in several ribbons crawling from his form, lashing out like whips against the different species of lumens that were trying to get at his form. His laughter turned mad as the darkness pulsed and his lost sight outside of his mind, feeling it haze over and shield his control out completely.

All he could feel now was the pesky creatures of full light, weaving through them, clawing out at each, seething from his mouth. He stopped after the rush at the other side of the street, body distorted, frayed hand clutching the neck of one of the lumens, grinning hysterically at it, fixated fully on it. It seemed so... so...

He groaned, feeling his body sinking. That was odd. Why would it be doing that? What was going on?

And the seering pain rushed across his side and he dropped the lumen, screaming out in horror and looking down with those brilliant yellow eyes at the number of bite and claw marks that had pierced his veil, staining his side in the eerie blue goop. He shivered, eyes flickering from yellow to green, to blue, and back to green. His head was screaming now as his voice died down and he wavered, then got control of his legs and began to run, run fast from these horrific creatures, stumbling, and going, going until he couldn't any longer -

He found himself, curled in a cold sweat, shaking, a frightening majority of the darkness suppressed or taken over completely. His eyes had blued out for the most part, one remained tinted in green, but for now he was... himself? That thought... that thought terrified him. Memories of everything since the battle with Larxene trickled to him, his emotions jumbled.

What... What had he done...?

Oh...

His entire left side ached; he was afraid to even try and look at it. From kneecap to shoulder, he knew the bite and claw marks were there. Well. At least he got one side protected. Still, as he lay there, journal not far from him, his flickering eyes blue-to-green, stared. It was starting to get hard to write more...

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Montblanc never thought twice about helping a friend in need, and for the most part, the same went for strangers in need, too. He didn't know the name of the kid he was on his way to help, nor the fellow who'd alerted him to the problem. It just hadn't really crossed his mind to ask. Well, he'd find out when he found the kid, hopefully.

In a stroke of good fortune, he hadn't been prohibitively far from where the Wild Ginger was marked on his map, and he'd made a beeline straight for it, keeping his eyes peeled for a match to the portrait - and for the glowing creatures that made their homes in the city. Lumens, they called 'em. Chalk up yet another thing here that wasn't quite like anything he'd ever seen. Either holy- or thunder-aligned, he was guessing from the looks of them, but he'd rather avoid getting in a scrape with them at the moment. For one thing, he had more important worries, and for another, the ones he'd seen were all a good bit bigger than him.

Of course, he didn't like the idea of them walking free right inside the city. Why wasn't the city guard keeping them out? Was there a city guard? He hadn't seen any. It was a crying shame when this whole situation just screamed "preventable."

Fortunately, his search ended sooner than later, as a shape just inside a nearby alleyway caught his attention and made him double back. And there he was- the kid from the journals. "Not a moment too soon, kupo," he exclaimed, ducking out of the street to get a better look. He was no white mage, but even at a glance the prognosis didn't look terrific.

The scene was hardly preventable. If there was a city guard alive and kicking, they would've attacked Zidane as well. Anyone would've attacked him or ran. If anyone had known what he had been like... they would've ran... they wouldn't have come to him... He only wished that the lumens could've immobilized him a bit more nicely. Ah... well... Needed to be done, right?

He was an absolute monster. And it was haunting him.

He lay on his good side, curled slightly, eyes barely open and staring at a wall, still shaking, tail twitching every so often before curling around one of his legs. He groaned, unable to even check his journal anymore, and he thought he heard a voice - was that a kupo? Ha... he missed moogles...though the other guy on the journals had said as well...

Maybe someone came for this monster after all.

Zidane curled just a bit more.

Montblanc only vaguely noted the tail. Maybe he wasn't a hume? Well, that didn't matter right now. What did matter was getting this poor kid stabilized. He trotted over and gently laid a hand on Zidane's shoulder, away from the wounds as best as he could manage. "Hey, can you hear me, kupo? I'm here to help!"

Still, that wasn't gonna be enough. The boy needed a proper healer, that much was obvious, but at the very least he had to keep him alive. "Let's see if we can't patch you up a little, kupo," he said, almost more to himself, and cast a Cure where the wounds looked the worst.

Zidane felt the hand on his shoulder, but couldn't quite out make out the voice, feeling himself slipping more and more, even as he tried to just hold on. Hume, human, whatever... He wasn't it. He wasn't really anything except an existing being, and, well, a genome. He had come to terms with that once before, but with all the recent events, he felt the fact bubbling back up and bothering him, as much as the darkness that still resided in him. He ran before the lumens could destroy it all.

But then he was in pain, from his side again, feeling magic and thinking someone was attacking him - "What - 're you trying to kill me?" he whined and hissed, drawing away from whoever was casting on him. Of course they were. That's why they were here! A final extermination. Ha. Figures.

And then a moment later, after more of the darkness had sizzled away from the spell, he recognized what it was, a tinge of nostalgia unfolding in him. Cure. It was a Cure spell. He sank against the ground and seemed to smile a bit.

...Maybe Garnet had come back to find him? ...Maybe she hadn't left him? Left this city? She was here... with him... He could hear her singing to him, softly, somewhere in his mind. He hummed with her, weakly, and then he whispered, "Garnet..." before his eyes, bright blue, shut and he lost consciousness.

Uh-oh, worse than he thought - the boy was delirious from his injuries, too. Montblanc didn't back off even when he recoiled. He had to be hurt real bad if he was mistaking a Cure for an attack. "I'm not gonna hurt you, kupo," he explained, although by now he was reasonably sure Zidane wasn't in any fit state of mind to understand. ("Garnet"? Wasn't that a kind of gemstone?)

Not satisfied with the initial results, he cast the spell again. "That help any, kupo?" he tried, but this time there was no response at all. He almost panicked for a second, before noticing, to his relief, that he was still breathing, just out cold was all.

"Kupo-po-po," he murmured to himself. "What to do, what to do..." He certainly couldn't carry someone two or three times his size back to either where he was staying, or to the hospital, especially not with the chance they'd be attacked on the way. Well, hopefully someone on this block would be decent enough to open their home to a badly injured kid for a little bit. After taking a moment to cast the healing spell once more, for good measure, he sprinted around the corner to the nearest house and rang the doorbell.

((ooc: aaaand finito~ :D ))

Sedation Techniques [Completed]

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