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Who: Saix, Xion, Xigbar, possibly Vexen (might make a separate thread for this depending on what happens)
What: MUTHERFUCKIN' OW-
When: immediately following this
Where: The hotel
Warnings: Blood. Blood. More blood. Unladylike language. Traumatized Xion. Xigbar (he's his own warning)
The trip through the darkness was excruciating. Even when his body had been decaying thanks to the Keyblade it hadn't felt like this, his nerves on fire and the wound feeling like it had had barbed wire stuffed into it and then some. The ripping, the searing, reaching through his chest and greying his vision, taking his legs from him, forcing him to practically drag himself through the darkness. And even that, the element they had once sheltered behind, was turning on him. He could feel it- elemental- like needles driven under his skin-
He'd been aiming for his hotel room, but when the darkness opened for him again, he found himself falling into the hallway, blood-slick hands scrabbling to catch himself on the wall. They found no purchase and left only dirty smears behind, accessories to the dripping, pooling trail he was leaving as he pushed himself onward. There was a panel in his room... it wasn't far... just a handful of meters to his door...
What: MUTHERFUCKIN' OW-
When: immediately following this
Where: The hotel
Warnings: Blood. Blood. More blood. Unladylike language. Traumatized Xion. Xigbar (he's his own warning)
The trip through the darkness was excruciating. Even when his body had been decaying thanks to the Keyblade it hadn't felt like this, his nerves on fire and the wound feeling like it had had barbed wire stuffed into it and then some. The ripping, the searing, reaching through his chest and greying his vision, taking his legs from him, forcing him to practically drag himself through the darkness. And even that, the element they had once sheltered behind, was turning on him. He could feel it- elemental- like needles driven under his skin-
He'd been aiming for his hotel room, but when the darkness opened for him again, he found himself falling into the hallway, blood-slick hands scrabbling to catch himself on the wall. They found no purchase and left only dirty smears behind, accessories to the dripping, pooling trail he was leaving as he pushed himself onward. There was a panel in his room... it wasn't far... just a handful of meters to his door...