paixaorpg | Escape. [Completed]

Tris woke up feeling somewhat like she had when she'd tried to stop the tides, way back in her first year of study. "...Mrggh?" she articulated.

Wait. Wait. WAIT. Something was wrong here- something to do with her magic. She sank, almost reflexivley, into meditation breaths and that frame of mind, only...

She couldn't get at her magic. Something was in the way. Her eyes snapped open as she realized quite a few things in rapid sucsession.

First, the dress Sandry had made for her was gone, replaced by... something that felt odd, and was far too close to her skin.

Second, that she had something on her ankles and wrists.

Third, that her head felt, in some miniscule way, lighter.

"Ohgods," Tris spat, looking around her cell. Her voice went up in pitch-- this was almost as bad as Sandry left in the dark, only worse, worse, far worse, because Sandry wasn't totally helpless in the dark, Sandry could call light to silk or any kind of cloth and Tris could not use her magic--

The redhead, somewhere in working herself into a panic, let out a shrill scream that reeked of terror.

Marluxia held a hand up to his forehead, the pain between his eyes started again by an absolute banshee scream. Apparently one of the prisoners was awake.

Leaving the broken machine behind him, he made his way over to where the scream had originated, coming upon a cell different from the others. Almost like a pod. Peeking in, he could see a girl, tied down rather... extravagantly. Ansem was either overdoing it, or the girl was particularly dangerous.

So, of course, he tapped on the glass, trying to get her attention.

Were Tris in her normal state, sparks would be positivley pouring over her form. But she wasn't.

A noise grabbed her attention, and her head practically snapped up. She fixed her eyes on the figure outside her cage, grey eyes wide. The weather-witch closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she took meditation breaths.

Screaming's gonna get me nowhere, fast, Tris thought, glaring at the figure. "Who are you?" she demanded, more of a yell than she intended it to be. She also did not intend for her voice to shoot up in pitch, but there you go. "And why in the name of Shurri Firesword are you wearing a collar?"

It was a distraction, talking to this person, but she needed the distraction. Badly.

Marluxia lifted his eyebrows in interest. "You must realize that you are wearing a collar also?"

He kept talking without waiting for an answer. "May I ask why you are tied down so extravagantly?"

Tris blinked. "Well, what with everything else I have on, I couldn't really tell. I just woke up." Tris blinked, then made a face.

"That... piece of pavao probably sensed how strong my magic is. I can't get at it." Tris's voice started to go shrill with panic again, and she took in a deeeeeep breath.

"Oooh, gods," she growled. "That stupid kaq. I..." She growled, hands curling into tight fists. "The only good thing about all of this is that I don't throw off sparks when I'm mad," Tris muttered. "But if I were more willing to sully my magic, I would so kill that lying piece of a prathmun's pickup, Kadaj. I bet he doesn't even have a family!" Tris shook her head violently, a few of her braids coming loose from their pins.

"So. What's your name? I'm Tris." She figured a more... general topic would help soothe her temper, to some degree.

Even if she was going to flip out when she got loose. "Gods, I bet that moron didn't realize... If I ever get free of this, the whole weather pattern will be so incredibly messed up..." She closed her eyes, wishing she could rub at her temples.

Marluxia ignored her senseless babbling (at leas to him) busying himself with opening the door of the chamber and waltzing in. He cocked his head at the platform the girl was on and the ridiculous way she had been tied down.

But if Ansem were being this careful... maybe she harbored a lot of power. Though he guessed that collar was doing the same to her as it was to him. He needed to find a way to get his off.

But for the moment... "Did anyone mention why you were brought here?

"No," Tris said. "I was passed out until just a couple minutes ago," she added. The redheaded mage stared at the man for a minute, shrinking away from him. Without her magic- or the ability to flee- everything was a threat.

She was babbling, but it was better to talk than to sit quietly and stew on how terrified she was.

This reminded her of the pirates back in Emelan... the way they'd bound her cousin's magic, the way they'd almost bound her and the other four mages... She curled her hands into tighter fists, eyes squeezing closed. She turned visibly paler at the thought, nausea sweeping through her. "Gods, no. No, no." She started babbling in Thairan, very ovbiously getting worked up over the situation again.

The Nobody watched her curiously before getting irritated with whatever the hell she was saying. "Shut up already. Getting excited isn't going to help your physical condition much, now will it?"

He gave a walk around the platform, noting all of her bindings. "Calm down and tell me: what magic do you possess?"

Tris took deep meditation breaths, calming herself down. He was right, whoever he was. "...You're right," Tris said when she'd calmed down.

She barked a wry laugh at Marluxia's question, grinning. "Weather-magic. That's... lightning, tides, earthquakes, rains, winds, the heat in lava..." she made a face. "And a bit of plant-, thread-, and smith-magic mixed in, too, from my three saati." The Tradertalk word for it seemed to fit best for how close the other three were to her.

She watched this... person, wary. Even if he did seem marginally friendly, she was as helpless as she'd ever been in her life, even when she didn't know the odd happenings around her were magic... She was scared of that.

Oh. That was a surprise. She would be useful, after all. He had his orders from the Superior, whether he wanted to follow them or not. And he would need a little help with getting rid of Ansem.

He was about to make a comment but stopped. "Plant magic, you say? What kind of plant magic?"

"Just a little. The thread-mage in our little quartet had to... er... spin the four of us together, at one point. At a later date, she tried seperating our magics... we wound up with a bit of the others' magics in ours." Tris laughed a little. "If you want actual plant magic, you should see Briar. He can make plants grow and talk to them, and it's... really strange to be in his mind when he's working with plants." Talking about her family seemed to help calm Tris. "I don't... know quite what I can do with that bit of green magic in me, really. I mean, with the thread-magic, I can work lightning into nets, but..." she shrugged her shoulders.

"How interesting. I would love to meet this 'Briar' of yours. You see, I dabble in quite a lot of plant magic myself."

He paused behind her, reaching out to grab the chains, pulling on them, testing their strength. Those shouldn't be too hard. "Now, enough with this senseless chatter. Would you like to escape, or not? Though I can't say I'll be helping you for free."

"Well, if he shows up here, I'll be the first to know," Tris offered. She turned her head, trying to watch him, then letting out a startled squeak as he pulled on the chains.

"Gods yes," Tris offered rather forcefully. "And I really don't care. Just get me out of here."

"Wonderful. Then in that case, my name is Marluxia. Now, I'll be right back." He exited the chamber, look around the machines and the many tables that littered the lab. And there he spied what he was looking for.

He slipped back into the cell holding Tris, climbing up onto the platform she was held down on. "Don't move," he urged sternly, gathering the knife he had found and moving to cut the collar off of her neck. It was rubber, after all.

After that was done, he hopped back off of the platform, moving behind her back to where her hands were tied. Grabbing a hold of the chains, he jerked down with all the force he could muster. They broke, though not easily. Let it not be said that his only strength was in his magic.

"Now. You mentioned lightning. I think we need to find you a change of clothes."

Tris could feel her magic rush back. "First I need to rein my magic back in before I mess the weather up," Tris said, going pale and sweaty as she closed her eyes, sinking into her power. She borrowed a page from Sandry's book and spun it into behavior, exerting a force of determined will that she had to use with her magic.

"And he did get two of my braids. Kaq," Tris growled. She opened her eyes, sliding off of the floating platform. "Thankfully, they were..." she made a thoughtful face. "Tide and a hurricane."

"Frankly, I have no idea what you are talking about. But," he offered her a hand, should she feel woozy. He wasn't sure what 'reining her magic' would entail, besides. "do what you need to do to get ready. I hope you're in the mood to cause a little destruction, because that's what I need your help doing."

He looked at the other cells, wondering if anyone like her might be still held here.

"I ask you a favor, first. Would you be able to get this collar off of me?" he pointed to the offending object, trying to hide a glare at the thought.

Tris grinned at the offered hand. "I'm fine. I just needed to meditate for a minute." She grinned. "Destruction? This place sets my eyes to dancing and my skin to crawling. I would like nothing better than to bring it down." She paused at the collar, looking at it.

She made a thoughtful face, then undid part of a tide braid, hissing at the way her body adjusted to it. She could feel the excess energy from it coursing through her body, like the force behind an ocean. She grabbed the collar, pulling part of it in two different directions. It was a few moments before it gave way to her. There were things to be said for absorbing the strength of weather into her body. One of them was... "Gods, I'm going to be feeling the comedown for that trick later. ...Say, have you seen a blue dress around anywhere? It's what I was wearing before..."

Tris was indeed ready for some destruction. She grinned, undoing some wind braids. "Go," she told the winds that swirled around her. "Go and look for anyone who might interfere." And the piece of pavao whose magic is everywhere in this gods-forsaken place. The winds, loyal to her, went to do as they were bid.

"A blue dress? I'm afraid not, but it is undoubtable around here somewhere." He paused as she spoke again, but apparently not to him. He was growing impatient, however, and wanted the collar off him. He hadn't been able to feel his powers for too long, and that was a large piece of himself. Maybe all there was to him.

And then it was gone while his thoughts were drifting, and the "soul" of him came back. He flexed his hand, grinning at the petals that had appeared there.

"Much better." With a stretch of his back, he held his right hand out, smiling like a child the whole time. He waited for his weapon, his scythe to appear, loving the familiar weight of it.

"Now. Let's get started."

"Ooh, Briar can't do that," Tris said with interest of the petals. She raised her eyebrows at the scythe. "Nice toy." And Tris had just cracked a joke, in her own, dry way.

She frowned, sensing that the lightning in her did not like her new clothing. That would have to be fixed. She nodded, very aware that she was going to be absolutley miserably ill when this was all over. She was bringing her bad boys out to play, and controlling them always drained her energy and made her weak as a kitten afterwards. Coupled with the comedown from the tidal braid- her body hated that trick and rejected it, vehemently, after a time- she was probably going to wind up praying to the porcealin goddess sometime in the very near future. Probably several times.

But for now? She had things to destroy. "It might get a bit breezy in here," Tris warned as she undid one of her lesser, but destructive, braids. These were gale-force winds that she didn't dare keep near her person for long. She reined them in around her body long enough for her to set them spinning- by spinning on one foot, in a full circle. With that, a very strong whirlwind whipped out through the lab, Tris gritting her teeth as she attempted to keep control of it, keep it from getting closer to them.

"I'm one of a kind," he answered, looking up to his blade, "and I'm afraid this isn't at all a toy."

He watched with interest as she did some sort of magical rituatal, a huge gust of wind wrapping around her. Putting a hand to his face to keep his hair pushed back, he silently observed the spectacle. Luckily, he had picked the perfect candidate to help.

Marluxia turned, stretching again. Without warning, he brought his scythe down through a pile of beeping machines in a corner. They were destroyed with a large crushing noise and a flashy show of sparks. How amusing it would be when Ansem came back.

He stopped thinking, closing his eyes to concentrate, summoning his element. It arrived swiftly, and silently, a barrage of knife-like flower petals floating around him much like the gust of wind stirred around Tris. With a flick of his hand, the petals lodged themselves like knives through any machines he could see, careful not to hit her nor any other prisoners. He did have a responsibilty, after all.

Tris let out a laugh. "Ooooh, sparks." Tris's hair was now rolling with lightning-sparks, the lightnings even going onto her spectacles. She didn't seem bothered by them at all, instead directing her winds... further away from the labs. She wanted to cause some real destruction! The piece of pavao who brought her here would pay.

"I'd reccomend getting away from objects that could fall on you," Tris said, moving to sit somewhere relativley safe from the quake she was about to unleash. She undid one large quake braid. She would be feeling this later- hell, she was already sweating from the exertion of controlling the spinning winds of a bit ago.

She was making sure her unleashed quake stayed in the boundary she set for it, away from the main part of the island. She'd mastered it enough to keep it in her hair, and it would do as she bid now!

It was noticable, the degree of concentration Tris had to apply. Angry sparks vanished, and she was looking noticably drained from containing the violent shaking of the ground to just one area. Dispersing it, or rebraiding it to her hair, would be hell for her.

"Try not to kill us in the process," he called to her as the ground began to move.

As he surveyed his work on the machine, he noticed something he had overlooked. There was only one prisoner besides Tris, currently. And here he had wasted all of that energy being delicate. Making a somewhat shakey path to the cell, he cut the door down.

"Now would be a good time to wake up~" he called inside the prison over the rumbling and sparking of the equipment in the room.

Something was happening. There were strange sounds, like the hallways outside had turned into wind tunnels, and the ground shook. Before long, someone came into the room. Someone armed with a vicious-looking scythe who broke the door open. Cloud didn't have to be told twice to wake. He was up and on his feet, hurrying out of the holding area as fast as he could. Thanks could be said later.

Clothes. First priority. Hojo's room was nearby, so Cloud raced in, grabbed a pair of pants (which thankfully were close enough to his size), and hurriedly put them on. He heard things breaking and falling apart, and he knew he had to leave. Immediately. Getting pants took time, but it was necessary.

Once that was taken care of, he hurried back to the man who'd freed him. "Who are you? And what the hell is happening?!"

Ansem had not been waiting long outside the Muspelheim Gate when he felt something...very wrong going on back at his base of operations.

It was distressing enough that he left the few straggling mortals that had answered his summons where they were, shivering in the rain, while he opened a Dark Gate back to the laboratory.

He arrived to find it a shambles, the prisoners loose, delicate machinery on the floor in pieces, and an unbelievably strong wind playing merry hell with all as the foundations shook loose.

Ansem knew exactly who the culprit was, and whirled on the Nobody in a blind rage. "You ungrateful IMBECILE!" he roared, flinging him against the far wall hard enough to break bones with merely a gesture.

"And you!" he yelled, turning on the weather witch. "Stop this tantrum, you undisciplined child!" Another simple gesture, and she was smothered in a cage of darkness which closed tight about her, absorbing and containing her wild power.

"How dare you?!" Ansem demanded of the Nobody. "You betray me after I saved your pathetic life!? You owe me your life! ...And I will exact my payment now!"

The Seeker of Darkness extended a hand toward him, trying to think of the most appropriate way of killing a Non-existent one. He summoned his halbard, thinking it might be nice to crucify him while he was deciding.

This was not going to happen. Cloud was not about to let the person who'd saved him from the cage get manhandled. He looked around desperately for something, anything, to use as a weapon. Things were breaking all over the place. There were jagged shards of metal around from shattered computers and machines. He looked for a suitably big piece. He found one, one with a lot of weight and heft to it, and darted quickly to pick it up.

This is it. Payback. Cloud quickly came up behind Ansem and swung the heavy piece of metal at the back of Ansem's head, landing it solidly with a satisfying crack.

Getting beaten over the head with sheet metal was never a particularly pleasant experience. Much less so, when your concentration is tied up in several important spells at once, a little battle here, a lot of mayhem there.

The head injury caused a kind of short-circuit in Ansem, who lost the illusion of his appearance first of all. Finding that his host had a concussion at best, a serious head-injury at worst, he took the only option he had which was to flee to safety, but not before sustaining enough injuries from the kickback of his spells to keep him there in recovery for quite some time. Provided, that was, his host survived the damage. There was no sense coming back to take over the universe as a lobotamy patient.

Riku, once more wearing the stolen bellhop's jacket and Gojyo's leather pants, fell heavily to the floor, unconscious, breaking his arm in the process because he lacked the ability to fall safely. All he knew was that the Darkness enveloping him had suddenly blossomed into a bright pain, only to be eclipsed by a much kinder darkness.

Marluxia hit the wall with a satisfying crack, the breath knocked out of him. He had expected Ansem to come back, and be angry of course, but not this soon.

No matter. He tried shaking it off, using the wall to get back on his feet, waiting for another blow. After the Superior, this was nothing. There was that pain back between his eyes, though, and he held a hand up to his forehead, expecting another attack that didn't come.

He opened his eyes enough to see Ansem once more before he was somehow a boy, falling to the floor, knocked unconcious. Standing over him was the man he had seen in the cage. How lucky.

"You really were a fool to trust me," he said to himself in a mumble, looking over at the boy who he wasn't sure he recognized. At least his job was done now.

He looked over to the blonde man. "Thank you for that." Marluxia then let go of the wall, going over to where Tris had been to check if she was still alive.

Tris was indeed alive, though looking rather pale, shaky, and about ready to vomit. She now understood Sandry's fear of the dark all too well. For a few minutes, she could sit and do nothing but shake and stare at the floor.

The winds she'd sent out on patrol swirled about her- they listened to her, and, hell, they liked her. Once she'd gotten past the point of staring quite blankly at an undetermined spot on the floor, she looked around.

There was a blonde man in nothing but pants. ...Um. Tris wasn't gonna ask about that, though she sparked like mad in the hair at the sight of his makeshift weapon.

...There was also a... boy? Tris tried grabbing at her glasses to pull them off and missed, hands shaking so bad. She glared at the offending appendage, then made a very unhappy noise.

There was one big, glaring reason why she almost never indulged upon revenge like this, why she never did massive things with the weather unless her hand was forced. The biggest was that she would be physically exhausted and magically unable to do much more than call her power back into line through meditation. Her body was also telling her exactly what it thought of her using that tidal braid trick. Before she could fall over, Tris made a massivley uncoordinated attempt to lie down. "Gods," she croaked, voice hoarse. That was all she would say on the matter, because she was too busy fighting with her stomach and trying to forbid it to misbehave.

...What the hell?

Hojo simply reappeared in the middle of all this chaos, blinking in surprise and, well, not doing anything for a moment or two as he took stock of the damage.

Most of the machinery was smashed or otherwise nonfunctional... it seemed Cloud had managed to escape, and to locate a pair of pants, which was good for him. Ansem was nowhere to be seen.

Hojo left Maya where the two of them had reappeared and walked quickly over to the two people he didn't recognize - Marluxia and Tris.

"What's going on?" he asked, more confused than anything else. He'd been gone for what, ten minutes?

Oh, that's good. She was alive after all. And apparently exhausted. He didn't say anymore however, as he heard a sound behind him.

Marluxia turned to yet two more newcomers with vague surprise. "Just a small get-together." He answered, scooping up his forgotten scythe, bringing it up beside him, tapping the floor with the end loudly. Approaching the man who spoke, he looked him over. He looked pathetically harmless.

"May I inquire as to who you might be, and why you might be here?"

"That's not important," he said, ignoring the glance-over that he was quickly becoming used to. No, he was not as powerful as anyone else here and yes, he looked the part. Lord.

"Where is Ansem?" Oh, if he was gone this would be wonderful. He wouldn't even have to put himself in any danger.

"Actually, it is rather important. I'm not very sorry to say that he's gone." Marluxia made a move to point to Cloud. "Thanks to him. I hope you weren't too loyal to the Seeker of Darkness. He shan't be coming back." How Ansem gathered any followers was beyond him, granted on how foolish he had been. And weak enough to not even have his own body.

He made a mental note to be annoyed with the Organization for a long time for forgetting about him and not helping. God knows they were a group only in name. Each member was always doing something on their own.

It was getting annoying.

Hojo actually just grinned, not completely benevolently. "Oh, no, I would have done it eventually. Though I would appreciate it if you would stop destroying the lab, as I had some plans for it." He COULD salvage what was left of it, but if they kept breaking things he wasn't sure how much he could fix.

Marluxia lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sure you would have. However, I am interested in what you are planning on using this lab for. May I inquire as to why you want it?"

Really. Scientists. They were so annoying.

"Research. Obviously." Honestly, what did the man think he was going to do with it? Cook?

Well, he was being purposefully vague, but why be specific? Hojo walked around the pink-headed man and towards his room, signaling what he hoped would be the end of this exchange. But there was no harm in getting his materia, just in case.

The Nobody rolled his eyes with a sigh. "I'm not an idiot. Research what? I really couldn't care less, as long as it doesn't blow up half of a district like our previous scientist."

The constant "holier-than-thou" attitude and instinct to dodge questions. What was there not to like about scientists?

"Oh, nothing so crude," he said with a slight grin. He disappeared into his room for a moment and when he came back out he had two more green glowing spots on his chest, making three total. "I don't destroy unless I have to. It's a waste."

This place is definitely weird.

There was a very familiar voice in Tris's head, cutting through the fog and haze of magical backlash for a moment. BRIAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she screamed at her brother through their connection, then let her brother's presence be known with a gleeful little shout. "BRIARISHERE!!!!" she announced, sitting up.

That happened to be a mistake. Tris groaned and folded over her midsection, the room swimming. She clenched her jaw against nausea, going tight-lipped. ...This was not the state she'd imagined she'd be in if any of her family ever showed up.

Cloud had been all set for an intense struggle, or at least something that involved a satisfying beatdown. But before he could really get into things, Ansem... wasn't Ansem anymore. Cloud stared down at some kid, now sprawled on the floor. If a kid was behind all this mayhem... If a kid had done all those things to him...

He didn't have much time to think about it because Hojo soon returned, along with someone new. Cloud stayed out of the way as Hojo and the man who broke him out of the cage talked. Well, more like bickered. If not for Cloud's earlier talk with Hojo, he'd turn his back and leave without looking back. But he figured he may as well stay in case a fight broke out. And one looked imminent. Besides, the... Ansem-kid could wake up at any moment and resume the party.

It was definitely better to hang around.

Hojo frowned at the redheaded girl on the floor. Clearly she was ill... though to be honest he wasn't surprised. He'd seen her in a tank earlier, strapped to what appeared to be a floating platform, so the fact that she was in less than perfect condition was no surprise.

More curious than anything else, Hojo walked over to her and knelt on the floor. "Why are you ill?"

"Magical exhaustion," Tris offered, tight-lipped. "Gonna-" A set of very distinct motions gave off the distinct impression of what she was 'gonna' do, including the hand covering her mouth. The young mage's hair was sparking. Again.

She acknowledged Briar with a silent, Sorry. Hi. If he couldn't TELL she was about to spew on the floor of a lab? Well, that was his problem.

Hojo curled his lip a bit and stood, moving away so that if she DID vomit, it wouldn't be all over him. "Lovely." Magical exhaustion? Well, if there was magic here it made sense that using it would cause some exertion. He was adapting to the idea surprisingly quickly, though a good deal of the adaptation was willed.

After all, things that didn't adapt to change tended to go extinct.

Tris nodded at Hojo's statement, taking in deep breaths through her nose. She got a faintly distracted look in her eyes, as if she were talking to someone faraway. Which she was-- or listening, as it were. She drank in the comfort her brother sent her way. Same. I was just... I've been here for a strech, and... nn, gods, I missed you guys! ...And yes, I'm fine. Now. The weather-witch continued to take deep breaths. "Controlling... gale-force winds and earthquakes kind of does that to a person," she said when she was sure she wouldn't toss her cookies all over the floor. "...Aaand I'm going to feel that tidal braid in a couple of days." Mental groan. "I hate being a weather-mage, sometimes."

Marluxia was now officially done with this. Making his way to the fallen boy, he sat him up, gently holding the broken arm against the boy's body.

He looked to the very sick-looking Tris with a frown, and then to the blonde-haired man. "I believe this boy and the girl require medical attention." He picked Riku up carefully, moving back over by Tris. "I think it is time for us to depart. If you like, Tris, I can take you to a hotel where you can rest." He looked back to Cloud. "I offer the same thing to you."

Tris's eyes took on that distant look as Briar assaulted her with a million questions at once, it seemed like. Okay, only two, but. An idiot happened. He BOUND MY MAGIC and I lost my temper in a big way. ...You don't wanna know, really, and I don't wanna be here. The magic in this place- I SEE IT AS BLACK!!- it makes my skin CRAWL.

Tris's attention was called away from Briar in short order by the sound of her name. "...Actually, my brother's here. Briar." Her eyes gained that distant look once more. Mmm, Briar? Where are you? She was going to try checking herself, but that would take a bit of warning. She shook the idea off. Not yet. What does it look like, anyway?

"And how, pray tell, are we going to leave? If I had any magical reserves of my own left to play with, I could do a wind-platform, but..." She made a face. She didn't have a whole lot to use, at the time. She was magically used-up for the day.

The explanation didn't so much satisfy him as give him more to think on. In any case the faster they got out of what was now his lab the sooner he could get to salvaging it.

"Take them, I don't care," he said, waving a hand. "I've got work to do here. Though, Cloud, I think you should probably stay here." What better way to find out what "darkness" Ansem was talking about than by using his own research subject? It was quite convenient.

Cloud looked at the man who'd saved him. He still didn't know his name. "It is a generous offer, but I already owe you. I don't want to add to my tab. Besides, there are a few things I need to look for before I leave. That will take time, and if you're going to help the... Ansem-kid," he said with distaste, "you need to go now."

He glanced at Hojo. Was their agreement still in effect even though Hojo hadn't really done anything to help? He'd find out soon enough.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow at Cloud and nodded. "It's your choice." He paused for a moment. "My name is Marluxia. I'll call on you if I ever need that favor returned."

Shifting the boy more comfortably in his arms, he pushed the back of legs against Tris, without giving her an explanation. With one last look to the lab, he, along with Riku and Tris, vanished.

Only to appear in a vacant room in one of the Actua Are hotels, this particular one being in the middle of Paixao. With a sigh, he set the boy's body on one of the twin beds in the room. He looked curiously at the boy as he spoke to Tris. "Does that answer your question?"

Tris stared at Marluxia. "...What in the name of all the gods was that?!" she squeaked. That was... very strange, and very different. She pulled her glasses off, squinting at Marluxia, then winced, rubbing at her eyes. "Ow, ow, ow. I am such an idiot with that..." She groaned. "Where are we, in any case? Briar wants to know."

Shh, Briar, I'm asking Marluxia. ...Wait, I didn't tell you about him, did I? She sighed. "By the way, Briar's near what looks like two giants... Wait, what?" She made a face. You realize how little sense that makes, right, Briar?

She seemed pleased enough to be in communication with Briar again.

Escape. [Completed]

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To Luxy-poo.

To Hojo-jojo.

TO BLOSSOM. I MEAN MARLUXIA.

TO VEXEN'S BITCH. I MEAN HOJO~

TO PMS-FLOWER. I MEAN LUXY-POO.

TO 300-CALORIES-A-SERVING GREASY-HAIR MAN. :D

TO PINKY.

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To thunderhead.

Re: To thunderhead.

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