breathe.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[this seems to happen a lot around here, doesn't it?

With water and blackened scorch marks all over the walls and floor, the room looks like a storm ripped through it. If the blood can be ignored.

There's a growing pool of it underneath a Demyx, currently passed out. There's a gash beneath his collarbone and another in his side. Kneeling next to him is an Axel, doing his best to staunch the bloodflow with his hands. Though he's still conscious, he's looking no better for the wear. His right sleeve has been shredded, revealing the long slash marks beneath. There's a burn mark on his left shoulder.

Sitting some distance away from the two is a Larxene, bleeding as well from twin wounds in each of her sides.]

(OOC: So Axel and Larxene got into a fight, and Demyx joined in. This is the aftermath. Assistance would be very much appreciated.)

(OOC: There were wounded people here? Now, no one.)

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Omg I have internet~]

[eyes closed - extremely pale and lying in a puddle, his sitar overturned on the floor, not far from him]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he apparently doesn't care about how his hands are virtually completely stained with blood at this point. He's working as fast as he can to try to close up the severed veins, but it's not going so well.]

Dem...such an idiot.

[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

[walks over, his boots splashing]

[tilts head, inspecting the situation] ...Pipsqueak?

[leans back to look at the ceiling, groans] Aaauugh.

Crap, Axel, what'd you do to him?

fails at spelling.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[looks up to see Xigbar. Doesn't even think about the possibility that this one might be from his universe. He silently points to Larxene, though blood drips from his hand at the motion, and goes back to the business of stopping the bloodflow.]

[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

[looks up at Larxene, disappointment in his voice] Oh.

[notices Demyx is now awake] Hey, Demyx! [waves] How's it hanging?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

Aauughh... [makes a face at him, taken aback by his presence] ...Xigbar?

[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

Bingo. Good guess.

Xemnas is pissed at you, he wants you back at HQ.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[it's one thing after another--]

What happened?!

[l-arxism.livejournal.com]

[there's a giggle from Larxene.]

Look, you have another spectator, Axel~.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[looking around looking around-- ah, a loose piece of wood, and with a tug, it's his and he holds it up.]

What did you do?

[l-arxism.livejournal.com]

[A Sora with a piece of wood? Not as intimating as one with a Keyblade.]

Revenge.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Stupid childish action.

[scowls at her and nearly thinks of trying to kick at her, but he tends to Axel instead.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[doesn't rise to the bait.]

A fight. And... [shrugs; Sora can see the result for himself.]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[--well, easily distracted Sora is easily distracted, laying his weapon aside to get close. that thing he said about Axels being dirty bastards? completely disregarded when people are hurt.]

I'll get what you need.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[looks up from the wound, trying to keep his expression unreadable.]

Potions. Or find someone who can use Cure.

[lovesadopting.livejournal.com]

[ with a heart as big as hers, she has to do something! she's kneeling across from Axel over Demyx. ]

Here, let me.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[looks up and silently nods; he knows Aerith from Sora's memories. He moves his bloodstained hands away, giving her room to work. But he remains close.]

[lovesadopting.livejournal.com]

[ her hands fold over her chest and her head tilts down, eyes closed in a prayer. a steady air stream picks up around her, then reaches out to envelop Axel and Demyx; healing wind. ]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he closes his eyes, letting the wind flow around him. He can feel his wounds starting to heal. Hopefully it's the same with Demyx.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[wounds begin to close up, color starts to come back to his face]

[winces, opens his eyes just a little]

Nngh... [looks at Aerith, tries to sit up] Ah-ow! [rests back down]

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

[Say hello to the root of all this evil. Atop of that, Roxas also remains the sole person with any inkling of concern for the not-quite-damsel who hardly could be classified as suffering distress.

At least in comparison to her playmates.

Roxas has kept his distance from the lot of it.. but for whatever reason he's now taken up position a body-length behind Larxene.
Even if the blond has assigned himself to being her unwanted body-guard, said youth is certain his presence would reward him only with her ire should the space between the close further.]

[l-arxism.livejournal.com]

[glances back.]

And what are you doing here.

[forgetxyouxnot.livejournal.com]

I brought you here, remember?


[So Roxas has no abilities, and from what he's seen the boy is vastly out of his league. But, you know what they say. Act like you belong and people believe it.

So cue him putting on an expression which aims for apathetic and fearless, shoulders back and all, even if he wasn't entirely.]

I wasn't about to leave you.
Even if you can obviously more than take care of yourself.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[watches this.]

[rolls eyes, goes back to inspecting his sitar]

[l-arxism.livejournal.com]

Cute. Really. But I'm fine. Run along now, XIII.