+ the omniscient power is overturned

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ it isn't so much a corridor than a chaotic outpouring of darkness and rose petals, from which a black-cloaked figure stumbles into the dressing room. It's a Marluxia, to be sure—but with a very feminine twist, judging by the shorter height, the longer hair and softer lines of her body.

She doesn't look half as composed as any of her doubles, however. Arriving from soon enough after falling to Sora's keyblade that her scream of rage is still ringing in her mind has that effect. There's the familiar sound of a portal closing, but the darkness remains, seeping from her form in jagged swirls while the petals fade in and out of view around her.

She seems to falter, before collapsing to her hands and knees. ]

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[memorygank.livejournal.com]

[notices from a distance, was that Marluxia?...approaches warily]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ does not notice, given that her eyes are closed and she isn't even sure where the hell she is. From near enough though, you can hear that her breathing is difficult, ragged. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

[Isn't quick to do much besides stare at the lady]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ it's a little bit of a paradox, really: if she is dead, then why is she breathing? One gloved hand tightens spasmodically—almost into a fist—as she forces her eyes to open.

That sharp intake of breath is the only indication of her surprise at seeing that this isn't oblivion, but it might be enough. ]

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

Are you alright? [keeps her hood up but its definitely a female voice]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ well, that sounds distinctly familiar. Her laugh is perhaps more shaky than it would usually be, but the amusement is there. ]

XIV, is it?

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

...If you want to call me that, sure.

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ now that might be interesting, were she not so close to fading away. ]

I trust you've sufficient skill for a Cure spell?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Have a hooded higher-up, darling. Heeled boots in mid-air, head tilted to the right (left to a 'right up' person). You know, she recognizes the new arrival.

And she's grinning underneath that hood of hers. She gives the slowest clapping in the world, making sure it was quite audible. ]

Looks like someone needs a potion!

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ oh, she recognizes that voice too. You can almost hear the gritting of her teeth in hers. ]

How perceptive.

[ proud to the bitter end, this one is. ]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

I think the correct phrase is 'May I have a potion, please, II?'

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ ...ngh. ]

Cure wouldn't be amiss either.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

What's the magic word?

[ Ohoho, unless Marluxia can cast cure on herself, II'll have a little fun. ]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ no, all of her MP was pretty much sapped away by that last battle, along with a lot of HP. She's half-tempted to say something like abracadabra, but— ]

Please. If you would be so kind.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ You know, abracadabra would have earned a Curaga, but Xigbar snaps her fingers. Have a Cura. The Regen kind like Days had. ]

Did you have fun?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[well, well. someone's walking closer very slowly, eying her with the slightest bit of distaste visible in his expression.]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ Keyblades are such troublesome things, aren't they? At the sound of approaching footsteps she does look up, but her features are perfectly blank, revealing nothing. ]

My, my. It seems even the heartless are given second chances.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[so they are. Larxene grins, giving her a little 'tsk'.]

You have no idea.

[but how does she look? he might give her a potion, depending...]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ a smirk of her own comes to her face at that, though overall she does look pretty bad, if all that darkness is any indication. what is timeline. ]

And what have you done with yours, Larxene?

[thundery.livejournal.com]

You need to ask?

[poor Marluxia. poor, defeated Marluxia. Larxene pulls a hi-potion out of his coat, tossing it up and down in his hand.]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ as she is, she can't stand, and she's already doing all she can not to just completely collapse—but she moves to sit back anyways, refusing to let the pain show. ]

Curiosity.

[ the "killed the cat" part is, well, quite irrelevant right now. ]

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[naturally, he doesn't look the least bit concerned, though he stops tossing the hi-potion and holds it tight in his hand as he leans closer.]

I'm not really one for change.

[he'll dangle the potion in front of her, but he's honestly offering it.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[another black-coated figure with her hood up was passing by, but, pinged as always by a new Marluxia- there's so few of them here compared to, say, Axel- she stops to take a look.]

Well, well. Someone's had better days.

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ Female. Hm. ]

You could say that.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Sora?

[checks her pockets- nope, no potions.]