Sedation Techniques [Completed]
Character(s): Zidane Tribal, lumens, Montblanc
Content: The lumens catch up to Zidane; Montblanc is sent to the rescue~
Setting: M5 area
Time: Night approaching dawn
Warnings: Uhhh. Hey, I guess not, actually o.O;; Bit of violence, but not very graphic.
Zidane huffed, an arm wrapped around his waist, slumped over to the side. The dark aura wrapped over him in a veil, almost trying to shield him from harm, and yet by doing so it was also draining more energy than he needed to be using right now. His vivid yellow eyes darted around the street, trying to keep track of the attention he had gathered. Wonderful. The Great Zidane Tribal! Lumen Magnet. Really, really wonderful. Could he blame the Organization for this, too? He laughed, but it was empty and ragged.
The lumens were finding there way to him. Perhaps expelling so much darkness at once was much more than a really bad idea, but he couldn't stop his body from doing it; it was cooking within his shell of a body, boiling and churning, and then pushing back out around his skin in a clinging fog. He swayed, eyes widening more - headlights through the dark, and then he was off, arm still wrapped around his waist, the darkness lively in several ribbons crawling from his form, lashing out like whips against the different species of lumens that were trying to get at his form. His laughter turned mad as the darkness pulsed and his lost sight outside of his mind, feeling it haze over and shield his control out completely.
All he could feel now was the pesky creatures of full light, weaving through them, clawing out at each, seething from his mouth. He stopped after the rush at the other side of the street, body distorted, frayed hand clutching the neck of one of the lumens, grinning hysterically at it, fixated fully on it. It seemed so... so...
He groaned, feeling his body sinking. That was odd. Why would it be doing that? What was going on?
And the seering pain rushed across his side and he dropped the lumen, screaming out in horror and looking down with those brilliant yellow eyes at the number of bite and claw marks that had pierced his veil, staining his side in the eerie blue goop. He shivered, eyes flickering from yellow to green, to blue, and back to green. His head was screaming now as his voice died down and he wavered, then got control of his legs and began to run, run fast from these horrific creatures, stumbling, and going, going until he couldn't any longer -
He found himself, curled in a cold sweat, shaking, a frightening majority of the darkness suppressed or taken over completely. His eyes had blued out for the most part, one remained tinted in green, but for now he was... himself? That thought... that thought terrified him. Memories of everything since the battle with Larxene trickled to him, his emotions jumbled.
What... What had he done...?
Oh...
His entire left side ached; he was afraid to even try and look at it. From kneecap to shoulder, he knew the bite and claw marks were there. Well. At least he got one side protected. Still, as he lay there, journal not far from him, his flickering eyes blue-to-green, stared. It was starting to get hard to write more...
Content: The lumens catch up to Zidane; Montblanc is sent to the rescue~
Setting: M5 area
Time: Night approaching dawn
Warnings: Uhhh. Hey, I guess not, actually o.O;; Bit of violence, but not very graphic.
Zidane huffed, an arm wrapped around his waist, slumped over to the side. The dark aura wrapped over him in a veil, almost trying to shield him from harm, and yet by doing so it was also draining more energy than he needed to be using right now. His vivid yellow eyes darted around the street, trying to keep track of the attention he had gathered. Wonderful. The Great Zidane Tribal! Lumen Magnet. Really, really wonderful. Could he blame the Organization for this, too? He laughed, but it was empty and ragged.
The lumens were finding there way to him. Perhaps expelling so much darkness at once was much more than a really bad idea, but he couldn't stop his body from doing it; it was cooking within his shell of a body, boiling and churning, and then pushing back out around his skin in a clinging fog. He swayed, eyes widening more - headlights through the dark, and then he was off, arm still wrapped around his waist, the darkness lively in several ribbons crawling from his form, lashing out like whips against the different species of lumens that were trying to get at his form. His laughter turned mad as the darkness pulsed and his lost sight outside of his mind, feeling it haze over and shield his control out completely.
All he could feel now was the pesky creatures of full light, weaving through them, clawing out at each, seething from his mouth. He stopped after the rush at the other side of the street, body distorted, frayed hand clutching the neck of one of the lumens, grinning hysterically at it, fixated fully on it. It seemed so... so...
He groaned, feeling his body sinking. That was odd. Why would it be doing that? What was going on?
And the seering pain rushed across his side and he dropped the lumen, screaming out in horror and looking down with those brilliant yellow eyes at the number of bite and claw marks that had pierced his veil, staining his side in the eerie blue goop. He shivered, eyes flickering from yellow to green, to blue, and back to green. His head was screaming now as his voice died down and he wavered, then got control of his legs and began to run, run fast from these horrific creatures, stumbling, and going, going until he couldn't any longer -
He found himself, curled in a cold sweat, shaking, a frightening majority of the darkness suppressed or taken over completely. His eyes had blued out for the most part, one remained tinted in green, but for now he was... himself? That thought... that thought terrified him. Memories of everything since the battle with Larxene trickled to him, his emotions jumbled.
What... What had he done...?
Oh...
His entire left side ached; he was afraid to even try and look at it. From kneecap to shoulder, he knew the bite and claw marks were there. Well. At least he got one side protected. Still, as he lay there, journal not far from him, his flickering eyes blue-to-green, stared. It was starting to get hard to write more...