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Why ticks the clock there so loud? My body is no more my body... [Completed]

Nov 15, 2007 21:11

Characters(s): Zidane, Lexaeus
Content: Zidane seeks out Lexaeus with a bargain on mind, one that is too much unlike him...
Setting: Aiches Memorial Hospital
Time: Uhh... Evening I guess
Warnings: ... hmm none that I can think of yet. Language prob.

( The night masked Zidane's body well, if he thought about closing his eyes, or if he cared to stay hidden at all. )

zidane tribal, lexaeus, completed, aiches memorial hospital

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silentnotstupid December 18 2007, 16:27:32 UTC

Oh, but the Organization did take responsibility for their experiments. If any of the subjects did anything to compromise their situation, the repercussions would be, well, dire. It wasn't like the Nobodies weren't capable of taking down anything that they had created. Oh, far from it.

Lexaeus wanted to see this attempt to find out. It would probably be quite amusing. Not that anyone would know how amused he was. Outward expressions of emotion were relatively beyond his grasp at the moment and much of what he showed was forced.

Being a gracious host, the Nobody followed Zidane to the door of the office, casting a disapproving glance at him as he left. Chaos indeed. Hadn't he specifically told Zidane not to disrupt anything? Mental notes were filed away for addition to his report and he shook his head, stepping out of his office completely in order to go clean up the mess. After all, he needed to act like the doctor he pretended to be.

terra_creation December 23 2007, 05:44:58 UTC

Zidane wasn't sure how this was supposed to be a good plan in the works of his mind, but then he also remembered that he could barely control his mind, and that everything was so foggy that he could barely even sort through the darkness that had clouded over.

And so this is how he found himself destroying everything in sight, using the little control he had to not kill anyone, thank god. There was a fair number of unconscious folk behind him though, both from him, and them fainting.

He was moving far faster than should've been possible, and yet to him it all felt far too slow. But he continued on without a backwards glance, streamers of darkness weaving after his speedy form, until he skidded right through the entrance doors (honestly, how'd he miss that they were there?) and after glass punctured his skin, he stumbled into the street and stopped, shaking tremendously ( ... )