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[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[why is there a Riku bleeding to death in this hallway? the plastic fork in his neck might have something to do with it.]

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[zynnic.livejournal.com]

[Sniff. Sniff. The air smells like blood...]

...?

[Headtilt--OMFG SOMEONE'S DYING, BRB darting over to see if she can help.]

Eeeeh. Are you okay, mister?

[Sweatdrops, removing the plastic fork slowly from his neck, odd weapon, yes very.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a choked grunt, grimacing at the pain as he stares up at someone he doesn't recognize. Amazingly, the fork just barely missed the main artery! But the removal still prompts a sudden gush of fresh blood.]

No.

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

Gwaah! I'm sorry!

[Nervous laugh, and sighs, putting her hands to his neck, letting her healing skills take over, and try to close up the wound. But that's not working too well, so she'll just yank out a Potion or two, instead, and hand those to him. Yeah, she doesn't know him, but hell she's too nice to let him just lay there dying!]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Well gee, that's nice of her. It's always nice to have someone help you when you're dying. Unfortunately he has no idea what those potions are supposed to do, and stares at her oddly. He's slowly getting the impression that she is a hallucination.]

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

[Well, apparently he doesn't know what they're for, so she's going to move into a kneeling position and hold it out to him.]

Drink it, it'll heal you.

[Sweatdropping slightly, because he didn't know what it was for, but hey, now he will, right?]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her, wondering what kind of psycho drugs she's on, and if she's trying to share. Common sense tells him you don't swallow things given to you by random strangers.]

No thanks.

/pfft. Poor Riku stuck with the hyper one.

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

....It's not poison! It's just a potion...[Pout. Now you're going to make her upset, Riku!]

...I mean....[So not helping.] It heals you, really.

he's used to worse

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Actually, he's not really worried about the idea of it being poison so much as drugs. Poison? Psh. He's had way worse.]

No.

Pfft. Oh wow. She's definitely not

[zynnic.livejournal.com]

...[sigh] Fiine, I guess you'd rather die. [Grumbles lightly under her breath, and shakes her head.] ....Unless I /make/ you drink it. [There she goes, slightly glaring at him, and crossing her arms.]

[wishingshells.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the Xion backing into the hallway nearby from that door that just appeared. she's peeking through the crack of the door that's still open, before she shuts it and turns around to lean against it, eyes closed as she sighs. of course, this only lasts a few seconds as she realizes that the noise of school has disappeared, so her eyes are shooting back open. and then she notices someone bleeding to death.

yeah, she's stumbling over there with her school bag.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Hey there, pretty. Don't mind him, he's remarkably calm about the whole situation, and hasn't even noticed her. In fact, all he seems to be doing is staring up at the ceiling. He'd probably look dead already if there wasn't some shallow, sputtering breathing going on.]

[wishingshells.livejournal.com]

[well, she's crashing to her knees next to him very quickly, digging through her bag to grab the first aid kit she's started keeping on her. Axel and Roxas had been coming home hurt often enough that this has become necessary. out comes the bandages, a couple potions...]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Now here's a face he looks mighty surprised to see. Not in a good way, either, judging by the way his eyebrows knit together in worry.]

Xio--

[Oops, coughing up blood.]

[wishingshells.livejournal.com]

Don't talk, stupid, you've got a fork in your neck.

[she... doesn't know the Sora, Riku, and Kairi in her world just yet, so the face isn't really familiar to her. and she's forgotten ever being here before, for now, so she doesn't remember meeting any of the Rikus here. she's going to very carefully ease the fork from his neck with one hand, the other keeping his neck still.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[He stops, looking much more concerned about the entire situation now that she's here. But he doesn't try to move or fight her at all. Look at all that blood.]

[wishingshells.livejournal.com]

[her clothing is probably getting stained, isn't it. her poor stockings. once the fork is out, she's... pulling an ornate knife from her bag and holding it up a bit with a frown.]

Don't freak out, alright? I'm not going to stab you or anything.

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[She's getting the weirdest look now. Apparently he didn't think that, or he finds the idea absolutely hilarious, because it gets a wet, choking laugh out of him.]

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[Light's sake, must someone be bleeding to death in the hallway every week now?]

Having trouble?

[She'd find this so much more amusing if she weren't the only one around with the stomach to deal with the mess later.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Obviously. He turns to look at her, looking dazed and pained.]

You think?

oops I did not get that notification till just now

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Thank you ever so much for that flattering view of what seems to be the problem.

She stares for a beat, then dissolves into rather poorly concealed laughter behind her hands.]

Plastic? Really?

[You'll forgive that momentary lapse in manners when she finally manages to get ahold of herself; she needed that.]

yeah they're coming in slow D:

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Oh, go ahead and laugh. He'll just stare at her and continue bleeding out. Maybe roll his eyes. This is definitely one of the more humiliating ways he could have gone.]

Could've been better.

laaame /F5ing this bsns [lol what coding error you saw nothing >.>]

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Riku. No sympathy from this one.]

Could it have been much worse?

[She might know a thing or two about humiliation, though. And for that she'll be stepping forward the better to examine you, my dear to get a closer look.]

How deep is it in, do you think? I can't even imagine the kind of force necessary to--

[The sum of her babbling is that you, Riku, have been determined to be Interesting. Congratulations.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[That's okay. He doesn't know the Vexen in his world, so he'll just call her Sociopath Bitch. And oh, he really wants to be Interesting to someone looking at him like that. When she moves forward he takes in a breath as deep as he can -- it sounds wet, and as it ends he coughs.]

Well, I can still breathe.

dammit I can type normally I swear

[icy-after.livejournal.com]

[He might want to rethink that title should he ever cross paths with her world's Marluxia.]

I can see that.

[That inflection, Riku, would be condescension. You'd better get used to it.

For now, just try not to worry if it starts feeling like she's peeling you apart with her eyes. She can't really see beneath all that troublesome skin, muscle, and blood you have going on there--this is just how she treats all her experiments.

And most of them even survive! When she lets them.]

[hislifesucks.livejournal.com]

[Anything's possible! But Riku scowls at her after a moment of that, because this is not what should be happening here.]

Are you going to- help? Or just watch me die?