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vatheon2013-05-24 12:29 am
croceamors) wrote in vatheon2013-05-24 12:29 am
Entry tags:
1 --> Arrival
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?
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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"Fine, think what you want, don't listen to me." Sora straightened and turned his back on Saix though common sense told him that was a bad idea. "If you want to get better faster you might want to touch the coral. It'll help."
Was he actually offering helpful advice to Saix? Yes, he was. As much as Sora didn't like him, he didn't want to see Saix drop dead or something because he was being stupid.