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[This seems to be a recurring theme for him. Not him personally, but for Axels in general.

He's not in very good shape, and that's putting it delicately. This Axel here made it about half a room away from where he'd been taken out in two hits by Sephiroth but it had been enough to exhaust him. He was dizzy, his head hurt, his back stung (to say the least), and he felt about five minutes from death, if that. He would still insist that Sephiroth's last move there had been a cheap shot. Of course, he should have seen that coming. Live and learn, right?

The living part might prove difficult.

He's on the floor. He doesn't like being on the floor, as what's left of his dignity insists it's not a very good place to be. He'd tried to roll over onto his back but remembered quickly why that was a bad idea and instead was on his side, sort of, forehead pressed against the ground. There are several fairly deep slashes in his back, blood darkening his coat and visible on his quickly paling skin where his coat had been cut to ribbons. His eyes are closed, either out of a lack of consciousness or sleep, it's difficult to tell, but he is alive still, which is indicated by his shallow breathing. Having nearly all of the life energy drained out of you was not a fun experience, Axel now knew.]

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[stalking Axel? no, never, just showed up by uh... coincidence, yeah, that one]

Hey, I think I thought of some...thing...

Holy-!

[rushes over to Axel]

Shit, what the hell happened? [starts digging through coat frantically in search of a potion or something]

[he opens one eye and tilts his head just enough to make sure this is the Roxas he knows] Hey...

Some guy, [had he the ability to shrug, he would have] called me... A waste of space. So I had to prove him wrong.

Didn't... really go as planned.

You-you dumb ass! Don't "hey" me, you should know better than to go picking random fights with people!

[small hoard of the samurai nobody appear to go search for potions as he rolls Axel over onto his stomach]

I can tell it didn't go as planned! covers one of the larger gashes with his hands, pressing down on it]

Apparently, [winces as pressure is put on one of the wounds, groaning softly] Careful! Apparently I don't know better.

[huffs] I am being careful.

I can't take my eyes off you for two seconds, can I? [eyes flicking around, watching for the other nobodies to come back]

[Gives a small shake of his head] Nope.

I don't really have time for a lecture, Rox...

Then when you're fixed I'm going to lecture you till your ears bleed.

[A ghostly cold hand barely grazes his back. Someone is inspecting those wounds.]

[Ooh, that makes him shiver, which he quickly regrets doing with a grimace]

Who...? [unlids his eyes and twists his head a little to try and see who is bothering him now]

Can you help him?

[He glances at Roxas, and then leans over Axel to look him in the face, trying not to cause anymore contact than necessary (he's been doing far too much touching lately). Have a dead doll look, he doesn't seem all too bothered by his little discovery.]

Axel isn't supposed to die today.

[Oh, it's Marl-- ...! Marluxia! Not a good sign for him. There's a moment of wide eyes from Axel but it doesn't last long with the death god's reassurrance. He forces a smirk onto his face.]

Wasn't planning on it.

[not really sure what to do, so he shifts out of the way to give Marluxia more room]

He's not going to die...?

[Wicked smirk; He caught on to the instant of fear. Seeing a death god really wouldn't normally be too good of a sign, would it? (Did the mun laugh? Yes.)]

No. He's not going to.

[He sits back up straight and presses his hands into Axel's back -- way too much contact for comfort, but it has to be done -- and starts sending a large load of life energy into him, green and glowing, to heal up all those wounds.]

[Ow! That was cold! Not to mention it kinda hurt. At least at first. The energy was much appreciated, though, and he closed his eyes to endure the treatment.] Come on, Rox, you know me. I'm tougher than that.

[relaxes a little, watching Marluxia]

You'd like to think you're tougher than that.

[The wounds heal up slowly, but fast enough to save him. Marluxia quickly pulls his hands away when he's finished. There's still the loss of blood as an issue, so Axel may still feel weak.]

[He's okay with feeling weak, as long as the pain's subsided. He's gonna need some time to recover the energy Sephiroth sapped from him, anyway.]

Guess this makes us even, then?

Mm.

[He's flexing his hands, a little uncomfortable. Weird-awkward feeling is weird and awkward.]

[Axel is not oblivious to this weird awkward feeling that is indeed weird and awkward.]

... What? [turns his head enough to look over at Marluxia]

Doesn't feel good...to have your soul touched is all. There's an uncomfortable feeling in my hands right now.

[Flex flex. He has an ironic smile on his face. What does this make? Three people touched in one day already?]

I'm... sorry? I appreciate the help, really. Thanks. [dare he try sitting up? Looks like it's going to work, though he doesn't like the headrush he gets for doing so. He's gonna need a new coat, too... If he doesn't fell like a major idiot right now...]

It's fine.

[He's standing up too, keeping an eye on Axel just in case he does fall over...which would be amusing...but still, he likes this one.]

[looks up at Marluxia, swaying a little and quickly bracing himself with an arm] Why are you being so... nice? To me? I get that [a pause to breathe] Saix is your friend and all, but I'm not the Axel you knew.

I wasn't exactly the best wingman at Oblivion, either.

[Looks down at him silently for a moment, dead gaze accompanying.]

I don't like the Axel I know. He was entertaining only once: At Oblivion. Other than that, he's boring and he hurts my friend more than he's aware of...

...and he was always lusting after me -- which is downright filthy.

But this Axel is different; I like him more, so I'm nice to him.

[he thinks on this briefly, surprised]

Well, thanks. You're a lot better than the Marluxia I knew, too.

My human selves don't seem too enjoyable, do they? I feel like killing them.

If I see any around, I'll let you know.

Really want them gone?

[arches a brow] There isn't any real pressing need, I have yet to run into any others anyway.

I have, and they don't seem all that fun. If any bother you, please be sure to let me know.

[watches the cuts on Axel's back heal]

Thanks Marluxia...

Mm. I owed him for taking care of my friend anyway.

Still... thanks. I don't think I could have fixed that on my own....

Don't worry, Axel isn't supposed to die for a while. [He says it so...casually.]

[frowns slightly at that] ... Better in a while than soon, I guess....

It will happen eventually because it's an inevitability for anything alive. There's no such thing as true immorality.

You'll die too, that's just how it is.

Yeah, I know... I wouldn't want to live forever, it's just that "in a while" doesn't give you any idea of a time span...

There's a rule for death gods that states we mustn't tell the details of a death, including exactly how much time is left until then.

... That's probably a good rule. I don't really want to know how I die... you'd probably just spend the rest of your life wasting away waiting to die.

[Something in his expression changes.]

...True. I've seen that happen to those who've learned of their deaths beforehand. It's not fun to watch.

Yeah... I bet it's not.

[Was certainly a chance observer for the One-Winged Asshole's little display back there....but had remained in the sidelines, considering that once he'd cleared the crowd ( Why do jackasses always seem to draw a cluster of slack-jawed spectators?) this particular fellow's Roxas had already begun damage control.

He was not about to involve himself if the two of them could handle it.
Good intentions...road to hell, something about paving.
Someone being in trouble didn't necessarily mean they were better off having you get involved....especially when you're a lucky kid who knew diddly when it came to magic.

As if they needed someone to stare and bite their nails.

But with the pool of good samaritans gathering he had less qualms about tossing in an assist. Tourniquets might be nice, considering all the blood-loss. So, as it was a dressingroom, with no shortage of clothing in sight, Roxas forfeits his shirt and both sleeves of his tag-along jacket, which he dons afterward.

Everything is shredded lengthwise into strips with the Handy-Dandy ~~Notebook~~ swiss army knife he'd gotten for Christmas..his birthday...or as some impulse buy from Walmart.

See. No one could ever say you don't learn things from Television.
Take that. ER, season two...episode- who cares?]

[Axel appreciates the assist, and, had he been in better shape, would have certainly made that clear. Instead, you get a look and nod of recognition, perhaps greeting, and probably thanks.]

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So...can anyone help?

Yeah, go ahead

Donate to the "help the dumb Axel" cause?

Haha! Will do~

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Your donation of a dollar will be used to equip Axel with a shock collar

A good cause, then.

The injured party does not appreciate the jokes at his expense...

But those are the best kind of jokes

Trufax.

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*fall, failtyping

My typing sucks so much more, don't worry. D:

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Helpful. 'Like a rock'~ *Plays car theme*

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Helpful. 'Like a rock'~ Plays car theme