1 --> Arrival

[croceamors]

Who: Saix and anyone
Where: The Plaza
When: The middle of the night
Status: Open
Style: I'll match

He'd been in the process of dying. Saix knows that much.

His mind doesn't usually fool him, not in that sort of way at the very least. Everything had been too vivid to be some sort of- dream. He had been fighting the Keyblade Wielder. He had failed. He'd been on his knees, wondering how everything had gone so wrong... And now he's here. His brain just can't understand it.

Then again, that might be because of the blood loss.

Anyone passing through at this bizarre time of night who catches sight of him should be able see the signs. Even seated on the edge of the fountain like he is, shoulders hunched, it's clear he's trembling just slightly. His skin is far too pale, and his breathing is just a bit too quick. Even if he wasn't covered in salt water, his skin would be clammy. There's also the fact that strange shadowy wisps seem to be slipping from his body. They're very faint, however, nowhere as severe as they had been before he had been brought here. A slight relief. He doesn't even seem aware of the black little SFC or the shirt it's settled on besides him.

He'd seem a lot more vulnerable if not for the enormous claymore balanced between his legs, handle leaning against his thigh and the blade against the pavement. It takes a lot of strength to wield something like that...

Approach and hope for the best, or steer clear?

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Bracing himself, Saix hefts up his claymore to block but he's still too slow. One chakram crashes into his blade and bounces off somewhere out of reach, he doesn't much care where because it's the second one that hits. It digs into his shoulder, tearing apart his coat and flesh for more darkness to slip out from. Much more use of that arm, and he'll probably ruin it. Regardless, he still tries to take a few more steps forward and give a one-handed swing of Lunatic down in Axel's general direction. But that's it. That's all his body can do right now.

He doesn't move from where he has Lunatic smashed into the pavement; the glow is starting to fade from his eyes. It was too soon to get so aggressive, and he can hardly get his body to move now. He nearly collapses before slamming one boot onto the ground to force himself to stay upright.

"Just die... You're already dead, traitor." A gulp of air. "Go back to it."

[flared]

He's glad that at least one of his weapons managed to connect and from the looks of things snap Saix out of that stupid state for a little while. He's lucky Saix was already weak or else he might as well be digging his grave. Holding an arm out, Axel summons one of his chakrams to him then catches the other as it boomerangs back from striking Saix in the shoulder. He then has just enough to to leap once more to avoid being struck.

Axel scoffs sharply. "Spare me the dramatics." With a twirl of his chakrams, Axel starts to think of the best way to end this. Then the idea hits him and he's back to moving, this time opening up a Corridor of his own to step through just so he can quickly reappear behind Saix and to his side.

With that his arm comes down at an arc, rapidly and hard, with hopes that he'll get Saix between his neck and shoulder. If successful, he could hopefully pass out. If not, well. He could lose an arm.

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As if Axel can scoff at him for use of dramatics. Saix just growls at the words before he stiffens a second too late at the summon of a Corridor. His brain barely has a moment to wonder what he's planning, and then he realizes just where Axel has appeared at.

But his leg won't move. It's not getting the signals, it's not moving so that he can dodge or twist or anything, and then there's that sharp pain at his shoulder which makes him crumple. Saix fights against it, of course. Even if his entire existence has ended up for naught, he still fights against the darkness taking over his vision with the knowledge that he might not wake up again.

He fails. Saix hits the ground, and loses consciousness as Lunatic loses form to nothing but moonlight.

[flared]

He's never seen him this out of it before and honestly the sight makes Axel want to laugh. This will never happen again, that's for sure, so maybe he should have dragged it out to enjoy it a little more. But out of the goodness of his heart and all, or just refusal to waste perfectly good MP on this idiot, Axel holds back and sticks with a single strike which thankfully takes Saix down without fail.

Axel doesn't realize it, but his adrenaline is running through the roof, so much so he can't find it in him to move out of pure shock. Finally he gathers up his composure which prompts the Corridor behind him to quickly shut, leaving behind nothing more than the lingering, bitter scent of Darkness.

Once again everything is quiet and still... peaceful. Everything except for Axel himself, who, standing over Saix's body, can't stop his mind from running nor the fluttering in his hollow chest. What does he do now? Should he just leave him here and let the coral take care of the rest? Sighing, Axel slowly and carefully kneels down so he can grab Saix by the hood and roll him over onto his back. He looks beat up. Sora must have done well.

... He could leave him. He should. But in the end Axel hoists Saix up, one arm draped over his shoulders so he can lean against him, then slowly drags him through another opened Corridor. Whenever Saix comes to, he'll find himself in an unoccupied apartment with the star shaped communicator and vest left on a chair opposite the bed. Axel, however, is nowhere to be seen.

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Saix wakes up slow and hazily, and makes no rush to full consciousness. There's no immediate danger, after all, not that he can see, so he takes his time. The minutes pass with him slowly coming to terms with his location, his condition, flexing his fingers and joints to make sure everything is in proper condition. It takes him half an hour to be confident that he's not dead and that no one else is coming.

The wound in his shoulder gives a pulse of pain, and acts a reminder that Axel wasn't just a near-death hallucination.

It also serves as a reminder that he's obviously not going anywhere anytime soon, and that letting these wounds leak out more of his being is not a wise idea. Saix drags himself up and tries to ignore the pain. The first thing he does is search for the bathroom. There's no Potions or even first aid supplies, which is annoying, but the sink is functioning and that's all he needs. He sheds his cloak first and then the rest of his clothing. His reflection doesn't paint a pretty picture. All of the cuts and bruises and effects from magic pointed his way leave ugly markings... To think they came from a child. It's shameful.

He cleans himself up and tears apart the bedsheets in another room to use as makeshift colorfully aquatic themed bandages. It's really the best he can do for now, until he explores more of the city and finds better methods. Until then... he limps back into the bedroom and stares at the vest and the SFC. His lips thin and, almost reluctantly, he tucks the SFC into his coat and places the vest under one arm. He looks throughout the apartment- uninhabited. There's only one person who could have placed him here.

It doesn't take Saix very long to decide not to return to it again.