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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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[precocioustilda]

...what.

What.

Tilda turns the corner after putting away the last of her books from the language spree earlier today; she's taken to leaving her books on the shelves when she's not using them, on the principle that other people deserve a chance to read in foreign languages too.

'Are you all right?' would be a stupid question, so she doesn't ask it.

What she does is walk (evenly but not calmly) forward to examine him from a few feet away, looking for signs with which to categorize his state: death? Unconsciousness? Coma? Sleep? (It really doesn't look like sleep.)

[cloakitwithplot]

Tachycardia. Sweating. Flushing. Apparent dissociative stupor.

He's curled up on his side on the ground, his breath quick and gasping, eyes wide and staring at nothing.

[precocioustilda]

She mutters something under her breath in Sindarin that no seven-year-old should know how to say, and then she turns and runs for the Infirmary.

Figuring out whether or not she can move him would waste time, and carrying him carefully downstairs would waste more time. The quickest way to get him any help is to find it and then bring it here, fast.

[nita_callahan]

Conveniently, someone's in the Infirmary, checking supplies.

[theforerunner]

The last word out of Zexion's mouth had very nearly been 'library', and after frantic demands of the bar Steve barrels up the stairs at a run.

He drops down beside Zexion's body -- probably the real body, God damn it he hopes no one figured out how to kill him before he did -- and feels for a pulse.

Do those without hearts even have pulses? Hell if he knows.

[cloakitwithplot]

At first Zexion doesn't even respond. He may as well not see Steve, not hear him, not feel him as he stares off into nothing with dilated pupils that make his eyes look black and gasps for air like he's drowning.

His pulse is quick and erratic. But there doesn't seem to be any physical damage to him.

[theforerunner]

He's quickly, but firmly, rearranged so that he's lying flat on his back.

"Zexion!" He barks. "Zexion, I need you to stay with me."

[cloakitwithplot]

Zexion moves easily - even with being dead weight he's still so small and thin bones were an unfortunate side effect of genetics although not to the point of being detrimental or suffering Osteogenesis Imperfecta, then again he was always a careful child who would rather read alone than be subject to the company of others or physical exertion...

He gasps and looks at Steve, only the barest hint of recognition in his eyes, and begs "Kill me."

[jv_034]

John's been in and out of the library a lot these past few weeks; reading's better than going home, and he's been in here even more often since Gordon's gotten better.

But when he sees the familiar body, he gasps, and runs over to it immediately, calling softly, "Zexion? Zexion, I'm going to heal you, and I won't take no for an answer. Hold on." He raises his right hand, and it becomes enveloped in a blue light that stretches out into blue spirals that surround both his and Zexion's body, pulling them up like marionettes on strings. John doesn't care if he blows his brains out with this, but he promised he'd help the Nobodies--Somebody?--and he's damned well going to do it.

[cloakitwithplot]

There is nothing wrong.

He's suffering no injuries, he's feeling no pain.

He's not a human but he still has way more biology than Nobodies should. And he's still unresponsive, like someone in a state of stupor.

[jv_034]

The swirling blue retreats back into his hand, and John holds it up again, speaking softly--

the words persuading, gently urging Zexion

--"Zexion, it's me, John. Whatever happened... they're gone. You're going to be okay, Zexion. I promise. It will be okay."

[cloakitwithplot]

"No it won't. It's my fault. I should die for what I've done." Zexion whispers, voice so small and quiet.

[ostro_goth]

Teja, alarmed by Zexion's sudden vanishing, stands by the door for a while; but there are many there already, attending to what happened, so he merely lingers for awhile, and waits to see if any would need him for anything.

It seems, whatever the incident was, they would not. Things seem well in hand.-

[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.