Xion (
attheclocktower) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-02-18 12:47 pm
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Listen to the creepy note
Characters: Xion, Shion, Ienzo, and possibly AU Ken Hidaka (if you want?)
Setting: Room 2-12
Format: Starting with action but I'm okay with whatever you guys want, really
Summary: Xion got herself badly injured in Little Finger and goes to the person she most trusts to help, even if it means crashing into their room in the middle of the night. Also potentially awkward encounters with old coworkers.
Warnings: Some blood/gore (should be pretty mild but thought I'd drop a warning just in case), Shion being almost yandere-levels of overprotective of Xion
[The first thing Xion was aware of when she woke up was that the pain in her hand and arm were still there. The second thing she noticed was something clenched in her good hand. She started to push herself up on her elbows, doing her best to ignore the pain until her bad arm slipped a little, and she became aware that she was bleeding rather profusely onto her sheets and blankets.
She drops whatever's in her good hand, bringing it up and casting a couple shaky Curas. It didn't do much, but that was how Cura worked for her. As she waited for a few moments, she felt the flow of blood slow to a slight dribble from her arm, and some of the torn edges of skin on it and her hand begin to heal.
As her spells work, she glances down at what she dropped and feels her stomach heave a little. It was a finger - not her own, but one of the ones they'd been told to find. The note though... it catches her attention next.
'don't waste your gift'
She wouldn't. She couldn't. She already felt bad enough that someone had potentially sacrificed themselves (no... no, she had said she'd be okay she has to be okay), but to waste that? No. She couldn't let that happen. But now, with her arm and hand like this... her magic isn't enough. And the first step to not wasting her gift is to get someone who can fix it.
Thankfully she knows exactly who to go to.
She staggers to her feet, cradling her injured hand against her stomach, thinking. She can't go through the hallways. It was so short, but with her hand hurt, with all the blood she'd attract monsters to herself like Heartless to Hearts. Corridors it was, then. She doesn't even bother to put her coat on before leaving - she isn't sure she'd be able to do so anyway.
A few moments later, a second corresponding corridor appears in room 2-12 and Xion staggers out, and over to her best friend's bed, where he had to be]
Shion? Shion I... I need your help.
[Her voice is maybe a little louder than she'd like, if she were to avoid waking the others, but she's tired and she's hurt and this is (mostly) a safe place to her, so the need to stay quiet is a bit lower on the priority list than normal.]
Setting: Room 2-12
Format: Starting with action but I'm okay with whatever you guys want, really
Summary: Xion got herself badly injured in Little Finger and goes to the person she most trusts to help, even if it means crashing into their room in the middle of the night. Also potentially awkward encounters with old coworkers.
Warnings: Some blood/gore (should be pretty mild but thought I'd drop a warning just in case), Shion being almost yandere-levels of overprotective of Xion
[The first thing Xion was aware of when she woke up was that the pain in her hand and arm were still there. The second thing she noticed was something clenched in her good hand. She started to push herself up on her elbows, doing her best to ignore the pain until her bad arm slipped a little, and she became aware that she was bleeding rather profusely onto her sheets and blankets.
She drops whatever's in her good hand, bringing it up and casting a couple shaky Curas. It didn't do much, but that was how Cura worked for her. As she waited for a few moments, she felt the flow of blood slow to a slight dribble from her arm, and some of the torn edges of skin on it and her hand begin to heal.
As her spells work, she glances down at what she dropped and feels her stomach heave a little. It was a finger - not her own, but one of the ones they'd been told to find. The note though... it catches her attention next.
'don't waste your gift'
She wouldn't. She couldn't. She already felt bad enough that someone had potentially sacrificed themselves (no... no, she had said she'd be okay she has to be okay), but to waste that? No. She couldn't let that happen. But now, with her arm and hand like this... her magic isn't enough. And the first step to not wasting her gift is to get someone who can fix it.
Thankfully she knows exactly who to go to.
She staggers to her feet, cradling her injured hand against her stomach, thinking. She can't go through the hallways. It was so short, but with her hand hurt, with all the blood she'd attract monsters to herself like Heartless to Hearts. Corridors it was, then. She doesn't even bother to put her coat on before leaving - she isn't sure she'd be able to do so anyway.
A few moments later, a second corresponding corridor appears in room 2-12 and Xion staggers out, and over to her best friend's bed, where he had to be]
Shion? Shion I... I need your help.
[Her voice is maybe a little louder than she'd like, if she were to avoid waking the others, but she's tired and she's hurt and this is (mostly) a safe place to her, so the need to stay quiet is a bit lower on the priority list than normal.]

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A decision Shion immediately regretted when he saw the blood.] What happened? [Red eyes glinting in the darkness.] Who hurt you? [He opened his trunk and started gathering medical things whilst trying to make Xion sit down and fighting the urge to go and destroy whatever hurt her.
And breathing, he had to remember breathing.]
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[There are so many things wrong about this image, and Ienzo briefly considers the possibility that it's a dream, or some Tower-induced hallucination. Still, the girl seemed more interested in talking to Shion than him, so Ienzo kept quiet and watched out of the corner of his eye. She's injured, but... he won't help unless invited. Otherwise it would be kind of awkward.]
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There was a game. One of Ruana's. It's... it's still happening now, I think.
[Clearly whatever goodwill they had garnered with the wedding hadn't lasted long at all. Xion... isn't sure if she's surprised or not. But this is more her own fault than anything. She should have known better. This was the Tower, and she knew the kind of creatures that roamed here were much more dangerous than anything at home. She really had been stupid.
Instead, she merely breathes deeply, trying not to focus on the throbbing of her hand and arm, a shiver running through her.]
I did something stupid. I'm sorry.
[She also looks up and around slightly as Shion continues gathering, and at that point, her eyes fall on Ienzo - or to her, Zexion. They widen and she stiffens, but beyond that she doesn't react, yet. She's too surprised.]
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[He took a needle and syringe from the kit and set about preparing it, still shaking with anger but more worried for the moment. He took stock of her injuries, working as quick as he could.] This will numb you, so it wont hurt any more. [He brings the needle to her arm, wrapping his arm around her as he does so.] Don't be sorry, it was your turn to do something stupid.
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Or maybe he was from before she existed? She isn't sure...
She's distracted from her train of thought, however, as Shion keeps working. Despite the pain in the area already only the forewarning keeps her still when the needle goes in. After that though, she can feel the numbness spreading a little. It's a very strange sensation.
She frowns a little at his words.]
Wh-what do you mean?
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I'm going to try and sew this up, close your eyes if you want. [He glances over at Ienzo again warily before studying the wound, it's a lot more complicated than anything he's ever dealt with before, on his own anyways. He takes a deep breath as the light flickered again.] I just meant... I make a load more stupid mistakes then you do. [Hence why she has died once and his count is closer to fifteen...]
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She smiles wanly at his words]
I don't think you do but... this Tower is an easy place to make stupid mistakes.
[She pauses, bowing her head and closing her eyes, more out of tiredness than anything. Even though she'd been asleep, the dream... hadn't really been that restful.]
It's clean, right? I healed it some, but... I'm not sure if that helps with that.
[And in Days there is no Esuna spell. She isn't an expert on injuries but she's learned by now that dirty injuries aren't good.]
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[She was right, though he made a lot fewer stupid mistakes now that he used to. He picked up the needle and began, it wasn't straightforward, the wound was jagged but he would be able to close the worst of it, bandages and rest would have to do the rest.]
Do you want to talk about it?
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[For a moment she's silent as he works, almost wishing she could doze off and yet being terrified at the same time - she wouldn't go back if she fell asleep, would she?
Then he asks her the question, and she opens her eyes, glancing over at him]
In the game?
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He nodded.]
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It was a dream, but... not a dream at the same time. We got a note, with a story, about a woman who lost her little finger, and in the story, we had to help her find it or we'd never wake up.
[She closes her eyes]
When I went to sleep... that's what I started to dream of the story. Only there were so many of us there, and it was like it was actually happening.
The old woman had lost six fingers and so we all tried to find them. There was a creature, under a tree. It was hiding a bunch of things, so I reached under to try and see if one was there, and then...
[She cuts herself off.]
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At the end he nodded, she didn't need to go on. He could piece together what had happened from her injuries. He paused to take hold of her good hand, squeezing it reassuringly before continuing with his work.
Ruana would pay though... Just not yet... Not while he had to look after Xion.] So they can control our dreams, and injuries in those dreams are real...