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[cloakitwithplot]

In the end of the universe there is a bar.

In the bar there is a library.

In the library there is a body.

[Suckiest Enheartening Ever Tag: Zexion, Rojhaz]

[Not plotlocked, he's not dead but he is in a state of shock.]

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[magic_ferret]

Yunno Scrya, in the library, with a revolver Millitime.

"Blue Mage!" calls Yunno as he drops a fairly large set of loose papers, "Something for healing here! Ninja, perimeter check."

He'd be quiet, but body means fight and that trumps library.

[cloakitwithplot]

Three cheers for Millitime! ... er, in a bit.

Zexion remains where he is, even at the familiar voice. Even as one of his own subordinates appears and looks down at him, saying in a voice that is a paper-rustle of a whisper - "There are no physical injuries to him, Master Yuuno."

[magic_ferret]

Then what could...

Oh. Oh.

Well, then, it may be time to expand the demonstrated repertoire of spells.

"Feelings in my heart, echo and become light!" cries Yunno raising a barrier, of protection, of healing, of support, around Zexion. It would take an effort to do damage here, now.

"Zexion?"

[cloakitwithplot]

Zexion doesn't say anything at first, instead curled up on his side. Possible dissociative stupor. Pupils dilated.

Rapid pulse.

[magic_ferret]

K'so. He's not experienced with this sort of damage, of stress. The field's glowing dome covers a multitude of issues though.

"Zexion, talk to me," says Yunno moving a hand to shoulder from the neck where the pulse was checked, "What happened?"

Aaand off to work.

[cloakitwithplot]

Zexion's answer was one word. Maybe recognized, maybe not, but there were plenty of books around to find it.

"Nyarlathotep."

[magic_ferret]

That? That merits more shields. Yunno had a chat with Ray Stantz about Mythos figures. Someone is going to reinforce the shielding around his room later too.

"Saint King, you couldn't do something simple," says Yunno, "Are you any more dangerous to be around than you were before?"

[cloakitwithplot]

"I don't know." Knowledge is dangerous though, isn't it? Especially when used unwisely. "I should die."

[magic_ferret]

Saint King and all the Kami, his friends don't break down like this. He's not supposed to be in the front, but this is support. He can do this.

"You don't own your life right now," says Yunno wrapping himself around Zexion's huddled form, "Your lessers have a claim to it as well, so you can't."

He may not be doing it well though.

[cloakitwithplot]

"'m not like the others." Zexion whispered, still staring off into space and giving no sign other than his words that he even heard Yuuno. "We have no connection."

Given the highest functioning of the lesser Nobodies, Zexion had not even cared to the limit of his capacity about them aside from their usefulness as tools. And now... now things were too overwhelming to bother with them yet.

[magic_ferret]

"If not them, then the others," says Yunno, "I need the baseline you add for the project. I need your knowledge to help salvage anything that's left."

Yunno's the medic; First do no harm.

"You lived, existed, on will alone for years. You didn't trade it for a heart, so use it."