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paixaorpg2006-04-20 09:33 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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.