paixaorpg | Yet Another Nobody. [completed]

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Yet Another Nobody. [completed]

Character(s): Dark Mousy, Xaldin, and a NPC!Doctor. :D
Content: Dark was only lucky to escape Savage Garden, but being fortune's fool, the first person he met outside of the forest was yet another Nobody. D:
Setting: Just outside of Savage Garden, near the center of Paixao. [I-6] They'll end up in the Aiches Memorial Hospital. [H-4]
Time: Near midnight of Saturday, but not quite yet.
Warnings: Violence, maybe? And a very schizophrenia-'d Dark. ;_;

The air humidity seemed to soften the farther supposedly 'flew'. Of course, being so blinded from reality, Dark thought that he was still in Savage Garden... thought that the whole sight of the city was just an illusion. The man twirled his head around, scanning the city with a cautious look painted upon him. He was still confused of what was really going on.

"STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME, YOU COWARD!" he yelled to no one in particular, yet his eyes made him believe that someone was there, although he didn't know who. His finger pointed to the imaginary person.

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Saturday.

It had been a most... interesting day. The meeting was a regular joy to attend. It had been nothing but chaotic. A very mockery of the word ‘meeting.’ But that was settled now. Supposedly. Things still needed to be sorted out. The Superior had almost… And there was that creature on the loose now… More messes to clean up later.

Mess had been an understatement when Xaldin had gotten around to visiting central Paixao. It was carnage. It was a veritable disaster area. Bodies lay willy-nilly, torn to shreds. They weren’t exactly new, either; they had a certain pungent reek to them that suggested exposure for at least the span of several hours. There were few things that could cause such a mess. Anyhow, the mess was not good to leave laying around. It was surprising that it hadn’t already been taken care of already. Did the Superior even know about this? Obviously members would have to be dispatched for the distasteful job of cleaning up. With his rank, Xaldin was quite above the task, though he would bend if the Superior gave the specific order for him to take care of things.

Such was on his mind as he skirted the mess in the heart of night. The central area was quiet, mostly due to that scene by the station.

…Or it would have been quiet if a shout had not broken the night air. "STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME, YOU COWARD!" Who in the world was making that racket? It signaled a possible commotion, and Xaldin, being the curious fellow that he was, decided to investigate.

It wasn’t hard to find the source a few blocks away. Some guy seemed to be… confused. Xaldin watched for a few moments from about ten paces back, more amused than anything. An incomer, of course. And what was he wearing? Most unusual indeed. And was that a wound to the shoulder?

Xaldin decided the moment was ripe for speech. He stepped forward once, hood up and shadowing his face. “Settle down. You’re making quite a commotion for such an hour. You might also like to explain yourself while you’re at it.”

Well, what he was wearing was probably one of the most strangest thing amongst him... but of course, next to the fact that he was yelling into mid-air. He wore his almost torn up tank top, which was almost a given that it was the same color as his hair and eyes: purple. And his pants? Hah, it was long gone. Dark was in his purple with white polka-dotted boxers. Should he have been more in reality at the moment, he would notice how ridiculous he looked.

The wound on his shoulder was still very vaguely bleeding, though most of the blood drawn was already dried up, or if not, it was almost like red chunky milk. Almost as if it was refusing to dry up completely... but it was possible that that blood was mixed with some of the schizophrenia-liquid(?) that Anti invoked in him.. Who knew. Dark definitely forgotten that the wound was even there.

As a new person came to view, Wiz scrambled his way to hide behind Dark's leg. Even though the said bunny was able to hide his face, his tail and ears stuck out, making the attempt to conceal himself entirely unsuccessful. He only peeked his head out when the Nobody began speaking.

The former thief snapped his attention over to the voice, noticing the other. For a moment, he stared, the question that the Nobody asked completely forgotten. His brows furrowed as a tiny memory raced across his mind. That black uniform looks so familia—that's it!

"YOU BASTARD!" Now he had his accusing finger pointed at the man with the black uniform. "You never came back! ...youpromizseyacomeb—what?" But he continued pointing anyway, even though he had no idea what the hell he was yelling at the other for.

But it didn't take him too long before he repaired his train of thoughts again. "You LIE~~"

Ooh, such colorful language already! This disheveled young man was clearly not in his right mind. Out in the middle of the night, shouting madness, bringing along some rabbit-like creature, ignoring a serious wound, and accusing him of wild things. Of course, it would be nice if he could understand the accusation. The man’s words were slurred and said in one rush.

He never came back, hmm? From where? He’d never met the man in the first place. This was easily figured out, though. One of his wayward brothers in the Organization must have had contact with him. They all dressed the same, certainly, but they were as different from one another as night from day. Which could it have been? Axel, Marluxia, Luxord? Definitely one of the neophytes’ handiwork. The elders knew how to manage their messes.

Well. This was lovely.

Xaldin folded his arms and spoke calmly. “In life, we are all liars. Even you are one yourself. Lies keep us moving through life’s river. However, this is irrelevant at the moment. It looks like someone left you to fend for yourself. What was his name? If you tell me, I’ll guide you to a hospital so your wound can be treated.” If the man could listen worth a damn, he might provide some useful information about the others’ actions.

What was that? Zexion was offering him help?! For a moment, the former bandit’s brows furrowed deeper as he stomped his feet, his mouth hilling as he pouted. He had no sense of emotions now that he was invoked with schizophrenia… he didn’t know which expression and reaction was appropriate to use for each situation. That would make communicating with others rather… complicated than it was supposed to be.

“Why shoul-trust you-’nemore?! You kidnapped me ‘nmancaged me!” Dark accused as he inched his way over to the other male and only stopped until they were a few feet apart. “…Say, ha’you been taking steroids?! You got all big and tall all of the sudden, Zex~”

So this fellow had been kidnapped, caged up somewhere, and abandoned. That was likely in several of the members’ cases. Some of the newer ones could be downright forgetful. How they ever made it into the Organization was a mystery. Maybe they had all begged on their knees and looked as pitiful as a Nobody could.

The crazed man got closer and closer until he was far enough to practically reach out and grab. And then he dropped a clue among all his slurred speech.

“You got all big and tall all of the sudden, Zex~”

Xaldin had to do a double take. Zexion did this? He never would have guessed. Surely there had been some sort of plan that had gone wrong. Zexion wasn’t the type to forget about prisoners or simply walk away from a target. Something must have happened. There were too many scattered pieces to this puzzle, and not enough trustworthy Organization members with loose lips. He’d have to find some of the others and see what they knew.

For the moment he could play along with this man. With the his skewed take on reality, Xaldin could get away with pretending to be Zexion. Perhaps the purple man truly remembered what happened to him; perhaps his brain was fully addled. Xaldin had a suspicion that it had to do with that strange looking wound on his shoulder. It wasn’t Zexion-like. It had to have come from an outside source. The way it was bleeding wasn’t normal at all either.

At least the man wasn’t getting violent. “That is none of your concern, Purple.” The nickname would do for now until the man’s real name was revealed. “Let’s take a little walk, you and I. I did not mean to leave you alone for so long. I was preparing other things and my attention slipped away.” He started toward an alley slowly so the other could choose whether or not to follow. If he didn’t follow, he could always be dragged.

With the Nobody having his hood up, shadow concealing his face completely, it was difficult to tell that the other was not Zexion. Except for the bulky appearance. The purple haired Nobody was definitely scrawny compared to the "person" he came face to face with at the moment. All he could recognize was that jacket. If he remembered that he caught a glimpse of Axel (whom he caught the red-headed man taking away Kadaj back in the boiler room), maybe he would realize that Zexion wasn't the only one who wore black jackets. With Dark's current state of mind, common sense—by no means—existed.

Being called "purple" caught his undivided attention right away. Although he was truly incoherent, being identified as something else other than his name would alter a very irritated Dark. "PURPLE? I'm the Legendary Phantom Thief, Dark Mousy!" he stressed, making awkward hand motions to 'prove' his point.

At the comment, Dark's intensity loosened up at record timing. "Really?! I thought you forgot about our pinky promise..." and that was said from the whole truth too. He would never would have voiced it if he was sane.

With that idea in mind, he chose to forgive 'Zexion' and followed him as he left. Seeing this, Wiz hopped on Dark's shoulder and whined, giving his master a hint that following him was not a good idea... which Dark bluntly ignored.

The man didn’t like the nickname. There was flailing and an amusingly indignant correction. “Oh, how could I have forgotten that?” Xaldin said, a trace of mockery in his voice. It was certainly a silly name. Dark Mousy, indeed. How about Dark Rabbity to match the thing on his shoulder? “How could such a legendary name have slipped my mind? Do forgive me.” Xaldin swept a bow towards Dark before continuing on. “Now, Mr. Mousy, we must get you to a hospital. The interloper who bit you interrupted my plans. It must be patched up before we can resume where we left off.”

And to find out where they left off, he’d need to contact Zexion and find out what the hell had been going on. Likely Zexion had captured Dark for some reason, not on a whim. Something had gone awry. He couldn’t imagine Zexion abandoning a target, letting it get bitten by some creature, and allowing him to escape.

Xaldin pulled out his journal and quickly typed out a note to Zexion. There would be a lot of explaining to do. Zexion’s reply would determine the next steps to take. For now, he would play it by ear. Dark had to be someone’s concern. And concerns had to be taken care of. Perhaps when the man was more lucid, he’d have more interesting scraps of information to share.

Tucking the journal away again, Xaldin spoke up once again. “So, my purple friend, how did you get that bite anyway?”

As they continued down the alley, Dark felt an evolving migraine; a headache severe enough to force him to stop his steps, brining both hands to his head as he resisted the pain. "Oww..." he grunted as the intensity grew. Suddenly it felt like the world's weight was upon his head, and he got on to his knees, letting out a hesitant shriek. "Damn it!!!"

Then he let go of his head, looking out to nowhere as an illusion of the creature that bit him came to view. "This was your fault, wasn't it?! YOU BIT ME!" And again, he was yelling to nonetheless. "You little squirt!"

Dark got up and ran right pass the hooded man, but didn't last as his energy drained away rather quickly against his will. "He got away! He was the one who bit me! Didn't you see?!" the once legendary thief bellowed, falling flat on the ground. "He bit me for no damn reason! ...Nghh.. Ow.."

In addition to screaming at shadows, Dark also appeared to be delusional. If nothing else, he was vastly entertaining to watch. The one thought that stopped Xaldin from having a good laugh at the purple fellow’s expense was the fact that he was Zexion’s charge. Until he heard from his fellow Organization member one way or another, it was best to err on the side of caution. That meant making sure this young man did not hurt himself further, ruining any plans Zexion may have set forth already.

“Ah, Dark, I don’t think a walk is in order anymore," Xaldin said, walking leisurely towards the fallen Dark. “Not when the bad things are coming to get you.” Playing along never hurt anyone. “I know a secret shortcut. We can get to the hospital twice as fast if you just take my hand.” He moved to stand over where Dark had fallen, and reached out a gloved hand to him, bending down quite a ways since Dark was spread flat on his face. They would teleport to Aiches Hospital and see what the staff there could do.

Why, of course. His previous actions and sudden trauma attack clearly stated his incoherent state, not that talking to an imaginary enemy didn't give any pointers of his current mental state. It was probably a given once the Nobody caught Dark yelling off to space.

"...Ehh.. hand. Hand? Where the hell is your hand?"

Dark pushed himself up to a sitting position, his disorganized state seeming to worsen as time progresses. He wavered his hands around, as if blinded, searching for the man's hand. For Dark, it seemed tougher than it looked. He was seeing things, from double visions to fuzzy blurs.

When he finally caught the hand, he relaxed, expecting the other to lift him up or something. It was getting late and the phantom thief was extremely tired. Wiz, having his nesting spot gone, he stared up at the Nobody, noticing that the other haven't screwed up his master like all the other people who Dark met. So, he decided to trust this man, 'kyuuing' as he hopped upon the Nobody's shoulder and braced for their leave.

Finally, after waving his hand around for a good few moments, Dark took Xaldin’s hand. Xaldin noted the other man’s eyes were very much unfocused. His condition was worsening, perhaps as fatigue set in. It was late at night, after all. Amusing as it was, they needed this taken care of.

Xaldin gripped Dark’s hand firmly, even as the white bunny-rabbit-whatsit climbed up his arm to settle on his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, the critter would be plucked up by the scruff of its neck and pitched at the ground as hard as possible. Since this was not a normal situation, and he wanted Dark’s full cooperation, throwing the pet wouldn’t win him any points. Dark, confused as he was, probably wouldn’t even notice, but Xaldin wouldn’t take the chance. Besides, the critter was harmless.

Xaldin pulled Dark to his feet in one easy motion. The other man was small and light, so it was easy. He just needed support, so Xaldin held him upright as he summoned a portal. “The hospital is just through here,” he explained, pulling Dark forward and into the darkness.

Sure the man wouldn't have noticed if the Nobody had knocked the bunny off. Surely the critter would get pretty upset if something like that had happened. And say that the man really did reject Wiz, the poor thing wouldn't do anything; he had no ability to. All he was ever taught to do was to get his master out of tight situations, fly, and talk. Then there was that occasional pretending to be someone completely different from himself. Well, that was back then. This was now, and Wiz has never felt so weak and useless in his hundred years of service to Dark Mousy.

Dark, although frighteningly close to unconsciousness, was quite surprised of how strong this 'Zexion' actually was. It was something he just had comment before blacking out completely. "Well, shit. Since when did you got so~ stron--nghh.." Well, at least he accomplished that much before his eyes closed, full body relaxing. He'd hope waking up in a warm bed of a hospital.. although admittedly, the smell of the hospital makes him sick.

Xaldin smiled thinly. Dark was still delirious enough to think he was still Zexion. All well and good for him, then. There would be no resistance. The young man was inches away from passing out entirely as it was.

Through the dark portal was the interior of Aiches Hospital. Xaldin had chosen to go to the lobby, since that hospital was odd enough to not have an emergency room, or at least not one that Xaldin would take seriously, anyway. The chairs looked comfortable enough, and Xaldin settled Dark in one of them before going to the receptionist’s window. There he requested aid for his friend, rattling off the symptoms Dark suffered as easily as someone reading a grocery list.

The receptionist didn’t even blink twice at his appearance, and she scuttled off to retrieve the proper staff. Xaldin headed back to Dark’s side once she had left. “They are coming to help soon, Dark.” Dark probably couldn’t hear him anyway. Zexion would owe him big for this. He would have handled things entirely differently if Zexion didn’t have a hand in this. “Just wait for them.” He plucked the little white rabbit-thing off his shoulder and set him down on the back of Dark’s chair.

From there, he paced the room, waiting for the hospital staff to arrive. As soon as Dark were to be taken in, he would leave, hopefully to find Zexion and get some answers.

It would have been interesting if Dark was sober when all of this happened. Or hell, just wait until he woke up the next morning realizing that he made a complete fool out of himself. Surely he would ask his bunny about this... about how he escaped Savage Garden, how he ended up in the hospital, and of course, how he was bleeding from the neck!

As his body was dropped into what he'd imagine to be a chair, his body tossed and turned; he couldn't it still. It was almost as if he was having some sort of nightmare. "Doctoooor," he slurred, although eyes still closed. Maybe he was really dreaming... or maybe half conscious. "Where the-hel-heis.." and once again, his speech pattern was broken.

A sheen blanket of sweat seemed to have covered his whole being then, and the room seemed to raise an additional twenty degrees. As if he could hear what the other was saying, he made a reply: "Wait? Wait! I'll wait..."

Wiz was undeniably worried about his master. Although he really had no idea what was going on, seeing his master acting so unusual was beyond him. Let's face it; being with Dark for around five hundred years , you'd obviously get used to how things usually go. For all he could remember, he couldn't pick up any memory seeing his master acting all crazy and incoherent like this. It was frightening! The bunny-thing was so caught up with its own thoughts that he barely noticed that his spot on the Nobody's neck was replaced by the back of the chair which Dark sat on. ...which kinda smelt funny. Of course that was logical for someone who haven't (and COULDN'T) taken a shower for days.

[ooc: sorry for taking so long! I had to get the password to the account first, so sorry!]

Nick is not exactly happy about having to do night shift, especially since it pays just the same as day shift and there are never that many patients coming in, meaning even less pay; not to mention the nurses are uglier. That is the reason why he jumped from his chair when one of the nurses called him saying that there is someone who needs help. While he was rather reluctant to leave the plush sofa as well as the slapstick comedy he was enjoying, it would be interesting to see just what he can do to this particular patient. He wishes that this man is severely sick because then he can use the weirder plants he found and well, charge more, which is excellent~

Walking down the hallway toward the two people sitting on and hanging around the chairs provided in the waiting lounge, he raises his right hand in greeting and exclaims his signature line, "Hi, everybody!"

Ah. What a prompt response, Xaldin thought as he watched the doctor enter the waiting room. Not quite the doctor he’d held in mind, but Aiches was known for deviating from the norm. Its doctors would be no less quirky as well.

“Doctor! Good to see you,” Xaldin said, approaching the doctor. “I’m sure the receptionist told you all about my friend here.” He gestured to indicate Dark. “He is in great need of care, and quickly.” He paused. “Rest assured I will be responsible for the fees he incurs here.” He jangled his pocket, the coins inside giving a pleasant musical clink. “I can pay before or after; it matters little. I want you to spare no expense in getting him back on his feet.”

For someone who was drugged, transformed into an animal for a few good hours, merely torn up by another creature, and bitten by a mad kid, Dark did a fairly good job of being able to stay alive for this amount of time. Should everything that had happened to him while he was a full-blooded human, he would have been long dead, seeing in the prospective of a mere mortal. All of the events given to the thief really did show a down side of his former glory. Back then, in his world, most of the time it was a win-win thing. He always walked out of a situation as a hero, not the underdog. Now? He could be viewed as one of those girls who just stands there, waiting for someone to help them. It just made a part of him--what's left of his consciousness--feel really uncomfortable. Dark ultimately lost.

As his super-ego rambled on and on about his guilt in his mind, the doctor finally came in, and his attempt to fall back to the world of unconsciousness failed again. "Whoooaah~!" he rasped as he saw the doctor. "I kneeew bananas could walk!"

Whoops, that might have been minus a billion respect points from the doctor. However, Dark didn't know that that was the doctor until 'Zexion' spoke to the yellow-skinned man a little. "Wait, it's going to be MY doctor?" Dark blinked, baffled. "You're going to fix..." He paused to point to the wound on his shoulder. "This thinggy? Do it! It huurts!" His mouth hilled, showing an expression of THE pout.

Suddenly, he picked up Wiz, grinning maniacally to the doctor. "Canyuu fix him too? He can't fly anymore... my poor bunny."

Rest assured I will be responsible for the fees he incurs here. I can pay before or after; it matters little. I want you to spare no expense in getting him back on his feet. Supressing a grin that is threatening to take over his face, he clears his throat, "The payment does not matter, the wellness of your friend matters most, of course!" Nick peers strangely at the injured man who actually dared to call him a 'walking banana' which he truly did not like.

You're going to fix... This thinggy? Do it! It huurts! Canyuu fix him too? He can't fly anymore... my poor bunny. Seeing an opportunity to experiment more as well as get more money, Nick turns to the sane and uninjured man, "It seems that his injury is not only physical, but no worries! I can take care even the most severe of mental diseases!" Lists of things he can try on this man runs through his mind, tempting him to grin ear-to-ear. This is truly way too good to be true!

Xaldin smiled thinly, not that it could be seen from the darkness of his hood. Of course money didn't matter. How silly of him to think that a doctor could be swayed by money. It was obvious the yellow-skinned doctor was deeply pleased, and that would assure Dark's recovery was taken care of swiftly and efficiently.

"Wonderful," he said, glancing at Dark. "I shall entrust him to your care. I will return in two days' time to check on his progress... and to make sure you and your staff are justly rewarded." He patted the doctor reassuringly on his shoulder, and then turned to leave, heading out the door of the waiting room before summoning the dark portal and vanishing through it.

Dark would be fine, and Zexion's plans would be salvageable.

"Two days?" He repeated after Xaldin, thinking about that for a moment. In fact, by the time he was done thinking, the Nobody already left the room, and he yelled after him: "You'd better! I'll be waaiting!" Dark huffed, crossing his arms above his chest as if to pout once again.

Zexion had promised him many times a number of things, but never managed to keep them as originally oathed. Eventually, thinking too much became a hazard to his headache, and he groaned before lying down on his chair, falling unconscious.

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