+ 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. ]

Comments

[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. ]

[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!

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

[ 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]

[ ...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.

[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]

[ 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?

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

...[Cure]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ not a situation for living that dangerously. Cura isn't as quick as she likes, but it gets the job done. She'll push herself into a sitting position while she's waiting for it to take full effect. ]

Fun?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

You seemed worn out, going on your hands and knees for a bit. What drained your energy?

[ Sure she knows what happened, but it never hurts to ask. Reassurance. ♥ ]

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ it's enough to sharpen her focus a little more, so that she can get (somewhat unsteadily) to her feet. ]

Hmm. My thanks. [ with a slight tilt of her head, she takes in the hooded figure and her surroundings. ]

What is this place?

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

People call it the dressing room. It's like a meeting point for a bunch of worlds an dimensions.

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ the darkness around her slowly dissipates into thin air as Cura works. She has no doubts that Axel would have spread the news once that traitor left Oblivion. That would be so befitting, after all. ]

Is there a point in asking a question if you already know the answer?

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ which would be responsible for the multiples she sees...how very annoying. ]

An exit has not been found, I assume?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Well, it's a little more fun when you play along.

[ Okay, flipping that hood off to reveal her very familiar face. Her hair wasn't tied -- nothing to aim and fire right now. ]

How does it feel to get beaten up by the keyblade?

[memorygank.livejournal.com]

Not one that anyone can control I think.

[petalled.livejournal.com]

[ there's a mirthless smile at that first comment, though it doesn't mean she's relaxing her guard by any means, Xigbar's casual appearance or not. ]

Unpleasant, as one would imagine.

[ and it emphasizes just how powerful it can be, but that's not something she needs to mention. ]