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Characters: Signless & Ψiioniic, and if any of their roommates would like to be present or anyone else would like to drop in on them, feel free!
Setting: 2-8, backdated to shortly after this thread, so just after the Condesce arrives but before Dualscar does.
Format: Narrative please
Summary: After killing himself, the Signless & the Condesce, Ψiioniic wakes in their room.
Warnings: graphic imagery and slave issues, most likely

Ψiioniic woke in the grasp of the same sleep paralysis he'd experienced on first coming to the tower. He couldn't move or open his eyes, but his brain was working at full speed.

Since he'd never expected to wake again, this was disconcerting and somewhat terrifying. The last thing he remembered was sacrificing himself to try to stop the fight between Signless and the Condesce - and to prevent the Condesce from ordering him to kill Signless.

Why was he alive? Where was he? Who had won the battle?

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Signless couldn't remember what had happened yet, either. His own eyes struggled to open as he fought the paralysis. He had killed the Condesce, hadn't he? She couldn't hurt him, because he'd ripped apart her back and sliced through half her internal organs.

But then, why couldn't he move? Was this some kind of drug? Maybe the high bloods had gotten him, after all, and the only thing they were waiting for was for him to wake up again - to ensure he would feel every second as the irons burned his flesh off of his bones.

Unaware of Signless' presence in the other bed, Ψiioniic was working himself into a total panic. If he had survived, and was drugged or somehow otherwise being held paralyzed like this, it could surely only mean that the highbloods had found the wreckage of the battle and were going to punish him. Doubtless they'd blame him for the death of the Condesce, or at least consider him an accomplice. Either way, things would not go well for him.

Worse, he knew that Signless couldn't have escaped, because if he had he'd never have left Ψiioniic behind alive. Or had he assumed Ψiioniic was dead and been in too much of a hurry to escape to double-check?

Finally he managed to wrench his eyes open, and he flailed weakly with a gasp. "No, fuck no," he moaned, power starting to build sluggishly around him.

An instant after Signless began to hear pathetic moaning and some ominous crackling, Signless sat up. He looked around wildly, sickles popping into his hands, but they were back in their room, completely unharmed and unrestrained.

"Psi!" he exclaimed, seeing Psiioniic thrashing nearby. Heedless of his own safety, he threw himself across the room and grabbed Psiioniic's head, forcing the psychic to look at him. "Shooosh...shoosh, it's okay. We're alive."

He just hoped Psiioniic didn't still want to kill him for killing the Condesce.

For a moment Ψiioniic literally couldn't register the sight before his eyes. Signless? Was here? Alive, and... safe?

The sleep paralysis was gone, but it took him another moment to get over the shock. When he did, he threw himself right back at his friend, arms wrapped tight around his torso and clinging like his life depended on it. It felt like it did.

"SS? How... why... what happened?" he rasped, disbelieving. "I should be dead!"

Signless papped his head gently, stroking his hair and continuing to shoosh him softly. "I have no fucking clue," he said honestly. "I'm pretty sure you vapourized the room when you flipped your shit like that. But I'm hoping that my memory is faulty."

The best case scenario is that Psiioniic just knocked them all out. That would make the most sense, and would mean that the Condesce really was probably dead. But Signless couldn't imagine how he could have survived that blast.

"Vapourized the... oh. Oh, fuck." Too late, Ψiioniic realized the potential consequences of what he'd done, and he blanched. "I didn't mean to... I only meant to... to thtop her from being able to order me to kill you," he said, realizing in the middle that 'I only meant to kill myself' would probably not go over well, and wouldn't quite convey his intentions anyway.

It wasn't that he'd been suicidal. He would just rather die than hurt Signless, or watch him be culled in front of him again.

Signless heard the unspoken words loud and clear, and groaned. He shifted up to sit on the bed, dragging Psiioniic with him. "You fucking idiot," he said, tightening his grip. "Fuck, no, it wasn't your fault. It's that god damned conditioning. We have to figure out how to fix that, before you run into her again! I am not giving you up to her."

Ψiioniic cuddled close to his friend, feeling vaguely guilty for enjoying the contact so much, but figuring it had to be allowed just this once. "Run into her again? But she mutht be... dead. Oh. Crap. Tho were we. What is this place? Are we all dead? Is this the afterlife?"

The thought that he could run into the Condesce again was enough to make him feel sick. Fix his conditioning? It wouldn't be that easy, surely. It had taken him perigees to overcome it the first time.

"I wish I knew," Signless said unhappily, stroking Psiioniic's hair again. "I really wish I knew. I hope that bitch is dead. But I just can't say for sure, given what just happened to us."

He nuzzled Psiioniic's hair. "Hey," he said softly. "You're not mad at me for trying to kill her, are you?"

"Uh..." That was a tough question, and Ψiioniic had to struggle with his own feelings before he could find a way to answer it. He knew he was probably staying silent too long, but he didn't want to give his friend a half-assed answer.

"Mad ithn't the right word," he said finally, speaking slowly like sounding the words out might give him a better grasp on the meaning behind them. "Upset... but more like, upset that you had to. And kinda panicked. If she'd managed to even squeak out one order to kill you... I don't know what I'd have done." He hid his face against Signless' shoulder.

Signless sighed with relief, cuddling Psiioniic against his shoulder. "I'm sorry I upset you so fucking badly. I didn't know what to do. All I could think of is that I needed to get you away from her before she messed you up any more, and I tried to do it the diplomatic way, but then she attacked you, and I lost it."

He sighed again, nuzzling in. "But we're still friends, right, you pitiful fuck?"

"Alwayth, you useless dreamer," Ψiioniic replied, tilting his head so they fit together a little better. "I'm just thorry you had to attack her like that. It'th my fault. I couldn't... when I turned the corner and saw her standing there, and then... I just couldn't."

Trying to explain how he'd felt when the Condesce had ordered him to follow her was a lost cause, so he gave up. But just thinking about it was enough to make him shiver.

Naminé was unaware of the goings on that led to their deaths. Instead, her most recent knowledge was merely what Signless had told her. Since it had been a little while and she hadn't heard anything new, she'd figured that maybe she should check on the situation and see if there was anything she could do, which was why she ended up knocking on the door of room 2-8.

Suzaku was sat on his bed and saw his roomates wake up. He had not seen Signless since the day he had been looking for Psiioniic. He saw them struggling to move and frowned. "Are you two alright?" He asked in a somewhat concerned tone.

"It wasn't your fault," Signless said firmly, smiling a little shyly, and just glad Psiioniic couldn't see his face from that angle. "But you'll get better. You just need some time to get over the shit they've done to you. That bitch knows how to push your buttons, but you'll get better."

He was trying to convince himself as much as Psiioniic, at this stage.

He bit his lip. This was impulsive, but given the situation, he felt he had to plunge forward. "Seems to me that you need a moirail..."

Signless hesitated at the knock, then disentangled himself a little before calling out. "Come in!" He didn't leave Psiioniic, but if this was the Condesce, here to take Psiioniic back, he had his hands free to use his sickles.

Signless heard the voice and managed to sit up as the paralysis finally left him. It took him a moment to catch his breath as he looked around wildly, confirming Psiioniic was alive, and that they weren't alone. "Fuck! Suzaku, did you see how the hell we got back here?"

Ψiioniic froze against him, mind spinning in little circles. "Moirail?" he repeated in a very small, shocked voice. "You... you want to... I mean... are you thuggesting yourself, or just... making a statement that I need someone?" he stammered, tripping over himself as he tried to make sure he was actually understanding correctly.

Moirails, fuck... he'd give just about anything to have Signless as his moirail. Matesprits would be even better, but he'd never had a hope in hell of that and he knew better than to even dream of it. Moirails was already far more than he deserved.

Ψiioniic went rigid at the knock, of course. He could only assume that the Condesce had woken up at about the same time they had, and it had been just long enough for her to make her way from her room to theirs.

She was not going to be happy with him.

Still half panicked, Ψiioniic managed to turn on his side and curl up, protecting his vulnerable torso. That made him feel a little better, and the sight of Signless alive and well made him feel a lot better. "Thomebody must have carried us? But... I didn't expect to survive that."

The pause went unnoticed; she rarely knocked on other peoples' doors, after all. Honestly, she found herself slightly uncomfortable being the one to open someone else's door, but that was what she did, just enough to carefully peek her head in as if to make sure that that was really what he'd meant by 'come in'.

"You wern't here last night." He told them, "I didn't hear anyone come in, but someone must have brought you up here." He turned to Signless, "You found him then?" And then back to Psiioniic with a polite nod, as he had never actually spoken to him before. "What happened?"

A crimson flush rose to Signless' cheeks as Psiioniic stammered. Of course, he couldn't have done it in a classy way, smooth like in the movies. He had to say it in a stupid way that just made Psiioniic confused and nervous.

"I meant myself, fuckass," he said, ducking his head and looking away, his arms tightening around his best friend. "But of course, I fucked this up as usual. I dunno why you'd even want me as a moirail, anyway."

Signless felt Psiioniic go rigid against him and shifted a little further as the door began to open. But as he saw the pale girl peeking in, he relaxed. "Oh hey, Namine, right? It's okay, Psi. You've met her before, right?"

"Yeah, I found him," Signless growled, pulling back the blankets and getting up. He crossed to Psiioniic and sat down next to him on the sleeping rectangle, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. "He was pretty much where I expected, only I didn't know the Condesce was here. She's the ruler of the entire troll civilization, and Psi and I happen to be revolutionaries, so it wasn't a good thing."

He hesitated, glancing at Psiioniic. "I thought I was going to die..."

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