Home again, Home again.. (Axel's return)

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> The hood of the cloak brought up, he didn't stop after coming through the portal. His feet carried him at a fast run straight through the alleys and past the tower, past the blinking moogle and up the slope of the bridge. He was in and running past the first lessers with little care, and no intent to stop. It wasn't until he reached the elevator that he had to wait.. knowing it was going to get more difficult from there and buzzing by the snipers after a large burst of fire sent the obstacles on the elevator off to where-ever wounded nobodies went. He was out the Hall of Melodies and rushing past the commons for the most direct route when the dragoons caught sight of him.. wafting after or just straight portalling ahead to be dodged. He was all too keen to the fact that all eyes and alert was on him... and hoped what he had planned worked..

<themightyalexa> Coincidence really. The eleventh member's at the Proof of Existence. Even more so when he heard word of a particular member's appearance in their halls. And the word he recieved were from beings that, in one's haste, they would not have noticed a bit, resided in various locations of the Castle which did not rightfully exist. No eyes to be seen and no ears to hear with, but they could feel the wind rush past. This is what Marluxia was informed of, and his lips curled a bit in a smirk, deciding he's stay in the haunting room where only two markers were damaged. Dark sapphire hues looked from his own up to the eighth, narrowing just slightly but otherwise remaining where he was before his own.

<firstsilentGOD> Taking a sharp turn towards the living quarters, another burst of flame to blind the lessers; and he threw off the bunch: covering his exit from the hall and into the room marked VIII before sticking up a temporary barrier. He headed straight for the dresser in the corner and yanking open the drawers one at a time, started rifling through it listening to them sail by. It would take a few minutes for them to figure out he had stopped to back track.. but it would be worth it if he could find what he was looking for. Opening a window briefly, he looked out and along the wall: just for a moment before he snagged what he needed, unhitched the line from his waist: leaned out the window and aimed the firing grapple for the next section over and up, not far from Saix's sitting room windows. From there it was a ramp and nothing more between him and the other already half way up the wall. The lessers had finally discovered the barrier on the door and were trying to get through it.. and he closed the window behind him as he climbed out of it to swing across feet first with a crunch into the frame of the glass. It didn't shatter, but he had cracked it.. and nearly lost his footing in the process. The other man though: was there to grab him by the back of the cloak to steady him: his green eyes turned up. " I'd ask if it worked, but I've already seen the berserkers fade or run off to catch up with you. We don't have time to waste a clear ramp. " The hooded head nodded, getting a clear grip on his line as Axel moved up on ahead by a few feet. The next bit might be the tricky part.. but they did have a plan. Axel was quiet, concentrated a few feet ahead of him, blades already drawn and coming at the door with an angle not to leave a shadow.. and it was almost like watching a cat come to a corner they knew their prey was lurking around, the way he moved. He kept to that side, absolutely silent and ducking down as his left hand opened and closed. The cloaked man stood at the ready, a few feet from the door with one hand tucked up into his sleeve and the other waiting to draw otherwise -- as unseen to them: a small spark of fire in the center of the Proof of existance flickered once, twice.. and burst out hard and overly hot, more so and larger than intended outwards like a swirling hurricane of flame.

<themightyalexa> Two...? There were two being within- The Assassin's thoughts were caught off guard by the sudden spark, immediately widening before pulling the infamous rose-hued scythe into existence and his hood up for protection. Very clever, and he should have foreseen that. But equally it was noticed that the flame wasn't controlled, giving his suspicions proof. A soft hiss as he waiting the attack to fade, not intending to but accidentally taking a few steps back as his coat showed signs of singe.

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> They rushed in one right behind the other: Axel half a step in front of him since he could take the higher heat.. the one in Axel's cloak holding his breath and zeroing in on the extra hissing sound and putting himself between the Flurry racing for his proof and the other hooded figure in the room: the hand still in his sleeve raising to the opposite shoulder, fingers of the other hand flexing as the very last of the flame cleared. He was a bit singed himself, but locked on, alert and ready to take the Assassin on if he tried to get in the way. The Flurry only gave them a glance as he worked teh remaining fire out with a very hard push. So far, everything was going well and as planned and practiced:" Keep him off, and watch out.. that would be the one with the plants. " pulled a nod from his accomplice as his fingers circled around something just inside the cloak: not speaking a word yet.

<themightyalexa> Marluxia's eyes narrowed as he brought his scythe down from protecting him. "So kind of you to introduce me, Axel," He answered evenly, smirking just a bit as his image flickered. He didn't usually use this technique all too often, but now it was dire. He couldn't let the Flurry just slip through his fingers all because someone was blocking him. That was why there was a single doppleganger standing between Axel and his proof, identical down to the charred features of the coat the assassin wore. "But you honestly believe that I would let this friend of yours stop me? Oh but I'm sure you've an alternate plan for this then? Otherwise you've lost your touch," He said, both bringing their scythe forth towards their enemy in a threatening sense, as well as putting some visible distance between them.

<firstsilentGOD> The cloaked one didn't step back or even flinch other than the sharp movement of his arm the moment the scythe belonging to the one in front of him moved: fast and hard enough, the thick flash of the rapier hooked and yanked the scythe further forward and swiftly to the side: stepping in following close to his opponent's elbow as the other hand came free of his sleeve at last: the ace of spades etched into the metal briefly visible amoung the three edged cards that came at Marluxia's neck held firmly between his knuckles much like Larxene held her kunai: pushing the first one even further back, if he didn't want his neck sliced open that was.

Axel smiled " Clearly you don't know what's going on here. You're between me and what's mine, fruit. " flipped the blades in his hands as he kept his pace not losing an ounce of momentum as the blades came up crossed " There isn't any 'alternative'. " to catch the blade of the scythe and push against it with that saved momentum carrying his lower body through; letting one foot slip from under him and up at a controlled motion to kick the Assassin square and very hard in the gut.

<themightyalexa> The original resisted when his scythe was pulled forward, but unfortunately it succeeded in dragging him forth with his fingers sliding back on the scythe's staff, instead using the momentum to switch to the opposite side and grip it's center. From there he could dislodge the rapier and lift it to strike through at the opponent whose attention he held while effectively avoiding the blades. Yet it did give enough time for the cloaked one to avoid his attack as well, due to the weapon's weight slowing his attack.

On the other hand, the double faced Axel's run-through attack. The smaller blades effectively pushed the assassin back a few inches. But while focusing on the attack of his blade, he failed to notice the continued momentum until the swift kick landed him square in the gut, causing his balance to falter and drop him back to the Marker of eighth member. It hurt, yes, but he scrambled to get back on his feet and bring his scythe before him defensively. "It stopped being yours when you forsake our cause, Axel! Even now you oppose us, so then how is it yours When it remains in our lair?" Marluxia growled out.

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> The redhead all but sneered at his words " An ass backwards a hypocrite as ever. " Axel still didn't let up, his foot coming down again hard after the kick: he didn't waste any time swinging one of the short swords in at him as quickly as he could from his own left: " You asswipes turned on me FIRST! " it was less an attack and more meant to move the Assassin knowing Marluxia could stand his ground better if he was allowed to get that Scythe up, and he wanted him out of his way. Now. The other blade was poised to parry and he doubly focused now that he was literally just a few steps from his goal. His eyes had a very dangerous look to them as that right hand tightened on the blade in it, a very slight crackel to the leather bindings as he was attempting to bring up another elemental attack. " Don't think I don't know what's waiting for me if I come back.. I was the conveniently manipulated scape goat. Between this laughing stock of a 'team' and the brats? I got double fucked. Don't think I'm going to just bend over and let Xemnas give me everyone's spankings. "

The other man was quite agile on his own, though he was still reluctant to give up any ground. Perfect swordsmanship guided the blade right back down as he literally turned full circle almost in place: the tip of the Scythe catching his zipper and ripping it open, a close call though he had the rapier at the ready: the turn also swinging the hand with the sharp cards around to slice after the swinging scythe, not even a fraction as slow due to their light weight and aimed for the closest hand holding it.

<themightyalexa> The clone's scythe moved to block the first attack from Axel's left, spreading his stance so he was more level and harder to knock aside. "It's pointless to talk sense into you," He bit back, glaring back just as dangerously. He only needed to stall a few more moments before he could attempt his capture with something new he had been cultivating since finding out that the fireball was alive and nearly well. "Likely, Your punishment may end as light as my own." He was keeping an eye on the element, and preparing to handle it. Meanwhile, Marluxia looked to the one he was fighting, curious as to who was helping Axel in his goal. His blade was caught and in such a way that the Assassin could not pull it loose. He clenched his teeth as the cards slashed his right hand, bringing the free hand forth and summoning a dark orb, black thorned vines revolving around it as it glowed with a faint pink aura before moving to his enemy. At least he'd be able to damage his opponent worse than he was.

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> " And I'm supposed to believe the fag that betrayed the organization well before I did why, again? " the leather was popping already, and the hiss of the leather was moving up his arm from his wrist; his eyes locked on Marluxia in a temporary stare-down. " I feel I should tell you three things though. One.. while I've found I can control the direction of the heat when it does pop up properly.. two? " And the blade was starting glow as the bindings dropped away as ashes. " I have a little problem keeping the temperature down when I'm this worked up. The third? " And that was when he moved again: just about bum rushing the Assassin with full intent to push him into the wall, the blades ready to hold the scythe's head from going too deep: but it gave him exactly what he wanted even with the dig of the clone's scythe a few inches into his side, just that brief moment pressed in close worth the sacrifice of a new scar as one foot hooked a heel back behind Marluxia's hit the floor of his table.. he grinned right in his face as he let go and just pulled hard at the fire, almost glowing: " You don't realize how much I want all of me back. " before the near explosion hit so hot it ashed the sleeves and a majority of the rest of his jacket as well, no doubt a killing move and not really caring. He was betting on the near certainty that was the clone anyway. The fire didn't stop there though: and this time the flurry didn't feel half as bad about it as he dropped one blade and opened that hand, grunting at the pain when the scythe slipped a little deeper as a result, the whiling flame of his chakram starting to form just right of his head. He refused to let it go further though, if the clone lasted through it.

The cloaked man in the meantime, frowned slightly, and finally uttered " Bad form holding an Ace up your sleeve.. but I can still play. " almost as he noted the pink thorned thing forming. His cards dropped and partially flung to the floor and he brought it up: something somewhat similar forming instead as he yanked back giving a few precious feet, forcing the scythe through the zipper and all teh way down the seam of Axel's cloak: lavender and purple, gold accents just under it, along with a bit of crimson that didn't belong as he too had been hit: though by far less. He curved his retreat a bit, away from Axel when he pulled the trigger words they had agreed on: The black, inky orb of his own letting loose on a collision course with the thorned one very quickly. He missed by half though due to the backwash from the blast let loose on the other side of the room: Marluxia's attack only lessened lightly as the miniature implosion sucked in half of it and spun it slightly off course: grazing him high over the shoulder. It felt like an oven, even standing there; and he hissed between the hit and the heat when he reached out to steady one hand at the wall. Heated metal. Instant burns, and he yanked his hand back immediately to draw another set of cards, though this time he only held two, charging the pair with the same affect that had thrown off the attack. " Not quite ready to fold yet.. " he was starting to feel the wear though. He had run all the way to the proof, and now this. A flick of his head, and he let the hood fall back and out of his way; silver hair still tucked into the back. Scarred but otherwise very handsome features half smiling that charming smile: Setzer's ruddy violet eyes stayed firm as his determination none the less. " Good thing I borrowed his boots too. " Which, were standing up to their owner's element far better than the man in them was.

<themightyalexa> And push he did, right into the wall, the double grunting as he was shoved off balance. He growled into the grinning face, knowing he failed to keep him from the tablet and his powers once things started heating up. His eyes narrowed as his own sleeves began to burn up and the metal of his scythe seared through the gloves he had. But that was enough. The double seemed to change shape, instead long slime-coated green tendrils moving forth to try and capture the Flurry. They couldn't get close, the slime instead steaming away and leaving the vines to turn to ash as they got near. Soon nothing but ashes were left in the clone's place.

Marluxia moved back once his scythe and he were free of the man's capture, not minding his attack being countered. Though he cursed under his breath once he saw the attempt at catching the Flurry had failed. And just in time, the heat in here was getting unbearable and forcing the Assassin to back away towards the thirteenth's proof. His feet purposely found their way to the odd material that glowed signaling Roxas' strength and finding it not nearly as hot as the metal surrounding. The pink-haired assassin was far more concerned with getting scorched by the heat, thus bringing his arms up to shield his face from the source, than the attack Setzer was preparing. Though the silver haired and odd eyes had his mind a little stung with deja vu, he tried to keep to the task on hand.

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> Grinning wider as the clone ashed, there was an extra thing that came with the heated 'metal'that was both good and bad. It seared the slice in his side shut. It also might have cooked the meat past his skin if he hadn't shifted his weight as the thing started to waste away. The rush overcame the pain though, what of it had been there with the adrenaline: and he let his forehead hit the wall in part to hold him up.. blackening the metal under his skin as he searched for and found the control necessary to reign it in a little, breaths gasping and only hanging on for the fact he knew Set wasn't the only one in the room. As things started to sizzle down he could feel the chakram firm in his hands .. and couldn't at the same time: extensions of his arms he'd missed. The short swords were fun, and light, and well balanced.. but they had taken some getting used to. Turning with those deep breaths, his eyes sat on Marluxia with a deep smirk. " Besides all that Marluxia... just your being here to try to keep me from this? That's a dead tell you're a liar as to intent. Why keep me from what's mine.. unless you want and need me weakened; to be the properly kicked or killed puppy the minute I showed up, hm?~ No reason for it. At all. " One thumb pointed at his temple briefly with that. The room was cooling, though slower than he was.

Setzer was having a bit of difficulty focusing. Granted they had trained for this instance, but the air didn't seem to be getting thicker from the burn off as quickly as he liked, and that hit to his shoulder was starting to distract him. While the Assassin's arm was raised, he kept his own on him as best he could none the less, stepping back towards the other exit leading to the altar defensively. " Either way, you've your answers as well as what you came for and it's time to go boy... "

<anime-oujo> For some reason that morning when the Superior woke up he had been in the worst mood he'd had in months, and because of it he had chosen to become completely absorbed in his work down in the laboratory, not wanting to take out his anger on anything but test subject heartless and paper. That was...until a group of panicked lessers led by one of his Sorcerers all appeared to him, begging him to follow.

When he found himself on the other side of the dark portal the overwhelming heat made him take a half step back, all the rage that had been slowly fading out of him as he had worked before came rushing back. The feeling was unmistakable. The First rushed forward into the room, aerial blades jumping to life, skidding to a halt and without hesitation throwing one at the red haired man as soon as he saw him clearly. "No one will be going anywhere." Xemnas said loud and even, barely managing to keep a hiss from his voice.

[Axel]

<themightyalexa> "Despite what you believe... We still need you in tact and capable in order to help everyone get their hearts back-" But he was interrupted as another nobody appeared and intended to stop the retreat of the two. He was thankful to say the least. The heat was still intense but not so much and he dropped his arms into a cautionary gaurd with his scythe before him. Instead of continuing, the assassin remained silent, his eyes flicking between the distraction of Setzer's appearance and the threat of the flurry.

<firstsilentGOD> Survival instinct running on high, anything he might have said was swallowed up by reaction as Axel turned at the sudden motion to his right in time to catch the blade through the shoulder. A high hiss, and the rage in his eyes tossed the one chakram he could throw with the momentum back, half stumbling over his own proof and fully expecting the attack to be stopped or outright deflected. " Now god damn it Set! " Pushing the Gambler to just straight break out the exit closest to him; Axel regaining his footing very quickly and following after: fingers scraping at the floor as he collected one of his dropped short swords to toss it next to cover him further. He wasn't moving as fast as before, but he was determined to at least cover the airman and make a go of getting the hell out. Even on adrenaline the wounds and expendature were getting to him.. but he did manage to get out the door and half up the stairs. " Did you get it? Are they here? " Hissed at the silver haired man in his own company as Setzer skidded to a halt in front of the moogle, ready to leave. " Yes yes yes.. .I'll meet you-- " the redhead elbowed him in the wound to shut him up in case heintended to keep going, not knowing how close behind they were: and Set hissed for it, growling at the kid after as he spat out. " I know .. Just get out. I can deal with this. " A half a moment of quiet and the Flurry was left to fend for himself, summoning another chakram in his good arm eyes just waiting and watching backed up against the closest edge to give no room to come up behind him. He didn't have the focus for a portal out in his condition.. but he'd at least hit the ground having accomplished something. No way was he ever going to be an easy target again. Fuck that. They wanted the satisfaction..? they'd have to have it while he was unconscious.

[Axel]

<themightyalexa> Marluxia moved to give chase, ignoring the pain of his own injuries between burns and cuts. As he managed onto the ramp heading up to the altar, regardless of whether the superior followed or not, he heard a shrill cry and the beating winds of large feathered wings. The wings belonged to a medium sized silver dragon, just barely the size of a stallion, racing up beside the Assassin and trying to let him know that there was an airship leaving. He cursed and motioned the beast over ebfore grabbing a clawed foot and begin lifted up to the altar, dropping down in the center. The silvery creature flew back down, looking for Xemnas.

[Axel]

<anime-oujo> Xemnas followed after, practically burning up inside. He was so intent on harming the Eighth that if left to his own devices he might just kill him by accident if given the chance. The Superior raised his head as he heard the wing beats of Marluxia's pet, watching Eleven being lifted up...but he didn't have the time to dawdle and depend upon the creature for transport. He opened his own portal to the Alter, shifting through and coming out close to the scythe wielder.

<firstsilentGOD> Axel had enough time to stomp down his nerves watching the Assassin approach. He wasn't going anywhere, and didn't take his eyes off him: lowering his stance with his good arm forward and chakram low close to the ground: forcing his breath even with one exhale, ready as he was going to be for another fight. The Superior showing just made his vision shift a little more in that direction, and for a half a moment focused past him catching sight of the Blackjack's engines as it whipped away and then warped out of sight. He smirked by half for that, and cracked his neck somewhat to one side as his eyes went back to focusing only on the other two. " One thing I want to ask.. cause there's at least one here who'll know. "

<anime-oujo> "And that would be what, number Eight?" The First said with a near sneer, posture stiff and displaying his displeasure easily.

<themightyalexa> Marluxia's gaze watched the other carefully, not even moving to acknowledge the Superior's pressence. He knew that he'd follow fast with his temper and outrage. He showed no change of emotion with the question, "Ask away, not that you won't have time to later."

[Axel]

<firstsilentGOD> Axel just nodded his head back at the wrecked moonheart up behind him, not changing his stance or position otherwise. " He was already hald screwed last time I saw him... he could barely keep up with me fresh out of the water: and now I know why. " sounded more like a demand than a question. His breath was even, but it was hard and sharp. He licked his lips. " How bad have you let Saix get, or do you even know? "

<anime-oujo> He instantly bristled. Saix had KNOWN Axel had awoken and not reported it?! Baring his teeth in a rare display of rage Xemnas didn't bother to answer, merely charging forth and striking out at the fire user. He didn't feel like talking, he just wanted the Eighth incapacitated so they could lock him up to be dealt with later.


<themightyalexa> Marluxia grit his teeth, knuckles white beneath his gloves. He would have been infuriated, truly he would have. Aside from the recent activity of at least one heart, perhaps more, gathering there that he had seen to; the only thing that could help the Diviner would be exiling him from The World That Never Was until the moon was restored. But Marluxia's own welling rage was stumped by the Superior's fast movement. He relaxed a bit, content to sit back and watch only so he could jump in and stop the Superior from causing long-term harm and quite possibly killing him. It was then he realized that which likely enraged the tanned man: the same thing that had him irked about the diviner when he had gone on the mission to find him out.

<BlindTaleTeller> Speaking of the Luna Diviner. He had been, again, off world: and come back to a whole slew of his own lessers gibbering and groaning at him at once. It took him all of two seconds to pick up the words Axel and force them to converse one at a time, and quickly. He was upstairs and running through the half charred proof before another shifted in and told him where they were. Marluxia and Xemnas both. He'd been too far behind. He portalled to the steps, assessed the situation just as the superior's weight shifted for the charge. Seeing the stance and it's options knew what kind it was and where the Flurry was going with it: waiting for the perfect moment to portal in and put a boot to his shoulder to hold him down with the threat of taking his head off, his claymore already in hand. He'd be over him in half a second.

<firstsilentGOD> he was ready for that first attempt, the low vantage made to make his attackers over-extend low so he could use it: and use it he did: shifting to one side and forcing his chakram flat against Xemnas' ribs: wincing at the sharp tug and painful pull in his shoulder as he rolled the First over him atop his knees and good arm yanked by the wrist of the fist that had been flung at him with all the momentum the thicker man had put behind it. Something snapped deep and wet, and he had to let go just after flooring him; his eyes squeezing shut as a reaction, gritting his teeth. He started to roll up not forgetting Marluxia, but another sharp sting of pain hit the same shoulder as it was pinned, forcing his eyes open again to see the pointed ends of the familiar weapon rather hazily, half to passing out. " ....you know .. what really makes this fun..? " and he smiled, chuckling just a little. " Took.. four of you to make me pass out.... " and his head finally hit the tile limply.

[Saix]

<anime-oujo> As soon as Axel was out the Superior was shouting. "YOU DID NOT REPORT HIM TO ME?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, SEVEN!? THIS COULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN CARE OF SOONER SO HE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO RESTORE HIS PROOF!" The silver haired man was oh so tempted to strike him with his fist but he just pressed his shaking hands to his head and back into his hair, turning away and taking a deep breath. "This is unacceptable..."


<themightyalexa> Marluxia sighed, putting his scythe to the ground and leaning against it. He flinched at the sound of the Superior's voice, the increased heat pounding his head as much as the sound. He shifted his wieght and readjusted himself to at least try to appear not as weak as he felt, ripping the burned coat he had on and wrapping it about the deep gash in his wrist from Setzer's cards. "I-In all honesty, Superior... I knew of this as well and did not report it. We knew he'd try to come back here and restore his proof... And had planned to keep him from doing so," The assassin bowed his head, "And I failed to do so, not anticipating his bringing another to gaurd him."

<BlindTaleTeller> Saix simply sighed at the raised voice: dismissing his claymore and unwrapping the hair tie still around his bare wrist where he had taken it off earlier: winding the back sections of his hair back into a ponytail again and coming down on the balls of his feet to look him over. " I didn't tell you, firstly because of your temper, and because of the bare and unspecified veiled threat you had already made before he had even surfaced: though there were a few other reasons at the time. The first being he guessed there was one when I first told him I was to take him back to face you, and was no more willing to believe that threat was anything less than the level of pain he's likely in now if not death: than he apparently still is now. Clearly that paranoia hasn't died out, and after seeing the room below and asking myself why he should be disallowed his proof when we need members at their full power: I wonder even more now and sincerely if it was or is misplaced. Further, we know how good he can be at hatching schemes. Unwilling, and especially if he decided to utilize his connections with Roxas and Sora? What back up we have --as meager as it is at the moment-- in other words either could have been strengthened with his presence or made that much worse depending on whether or not his paranoia was fed and how he came back. " Saix's busy went to inspecting the Flurry's wounds quickly. He was quiet for a moment as a result while Marluxia spoke, trying to make a fast job of it as he wanted to look at his lovers wounds more than the half charred visage of the Flurry of Dancing Flames. He was quick to follow those words up though. " I asked Marluxia not to say anything after finding evidence he had been the one Sephiroth had been keeping under his wing in Traverse Town. That falls on me more than Marluxia as well. "

[Saix]

<anime-oujo> At those last words Xemnas just seemed to completely stop, save for his eyes widening just slightly. Not only two of his best members had been keeping this from him but Hiro had been the one keeping him safe?! One hand coming up to touch his lips absently he straightened up and brushed the hair off his shoulders, expression eerily neutral. "I see." The Superior's voice was rather monotone, glancing back to where Saix was checking over the damage that had been done to the Flurry. "Take him to the infirmary and find one of the others to tend to him, or if necessary handle him on your own. I am sure Zexion and Vexen will enjoy your explanation of things concerning him." A portal opened before the First, though he did not pass through it quite yet.

<themightyalexa> Marluxia frowned, keeping quiet. Though it was more for the fatigue pulling at his wariness. He bit his lower lip lightly, exhaling slowly. "...Certainly they will not...." He murmurred. His own reasons for keeping Axel from his proof remained unheard. He did not do it on the Superior's orders, but of his own volition. "We will take care of him."

<BlindTaleTeller> Saix nodded as he hied the Flurry's good arm up around his shoulders for the moment his steps stuttered letting loose in a snap back " Vexen had it coming at the time with who he had targeted. If he doesn't realize that with what he was up to then he's not as smart as he seems; enjoying it or not. " with a slightly hissed raise of his own frustrated temper before he could stop the words. He didn't take them back though, moving towards Marluxia with the dead weight pressed to one side; worry coming across his features taking in the burns and cuts as he opened a portal to the infirmary nearby, a sigh before his tone evened. " Are you going to be all right? Should I summon a berserker or two to support you? " and instinctively asking the question that had been nagging at him since Marluxia had mentioned it: " He had someone with him? "


<BlindTaleTeller> Sephiroth in the meantime, was just returning himself: a few pages of paper in his hand, reading the thin-worded script with a heavy frown. He'd known it was coming but hadn't expected the letter so quickly. Sitting down in his usual place in the library, he noted very briefly the absence of the lessers Saix had set there and guessed that either it was happening now or the redhead had gone to it immediately after leaving the hotel, whenever that was: which meant he was either away and off world, or the winged guessed was in the infirmary. He unbuckled his coat as he sat down reading, and was only somewhat surprised glancing a bit ahead to see Setzer's name not once but several times further down and again on the next page before he sat back and continued to scroll his sharp eyes down the page reading more clearly again.

<themightyalexa> Marluxia gave a faint sigh, shoulders slumping. He hardly cared that his fore arms were screaming in pain from the scaled skin that lay there, or the dull pain of the cut into his right wrist or any of the other burns, even the chared tips of pink locks that framed his features and nearly made a clear definition of what his hood really covered. "I'll be fine. Let's just get to the infirmary so I can lay down before I pass out, " He answered, moving into the portal and turning down the sheets of one bed before settling down into one of the waiting chairs, starting to feel sick and parched. Once Saix arrived he'd speak with him.

[Saix]

<anime-oujo> Xemnas stepped through his portal, but instead of it leading to his room as one might expect, it lead to the Dark Meridian. The First walked slowly to the rock he usually sat upon when he visited, putting his head in his hands. There was far too much to think over... He wasn't sure if he'd been betrayed or if perhaps the lessers had been right to keep the discovery from him... He just couldn't be around any of them right now, especially not Sephiroth. That nagging voice in his head was practically growling about how he could have trusted the man as he had, or any of them for that matter.

<anime-oujo> Manifesting around Sephiroth's chair five Sorcerer's popped up, the usual leader smacking the man very hard in the arm, all of them making angry sounds at him in almost a chorus. Their master was upset, and it was obviously partially the swordsman's fault.

<BlindTaleTeller> Saix was right behind him, his eyes locked onto his lover's back lagging behind by just a little until he was able to settle the Flurry into the hospice bed; not bothering to cover him yet as the first thing he went for once he was in was a cup of water for Marluxia, half hovering over him. " Drink it slowly. Too fast and you'll just throw it up. " Glancing back at the unconscious red head for a moment, he started to get a few items he actually knew he'd need to take care of the wounds that needed immediate attention. Lacerations and stab wounds he could deal with.. it was that snapping sound he knew he had heard when the eighth had flipped Xemnas over that he wasn't sure of. First was cleaning them both up. The Flurry wasn't in as bad shape as Marluxia, mostly due to his major immunity to getting burned externally: it was just the matter of cleaning him up, making sure whatever had punctured his side hadn't hit anything vital --which by the angle it didn't seem to, but he couldn't be sure-- and stitching him up. The wound in his shoulder would be exponentially more difficult outside of cleaning it, as it was clearly made by Xemnas. The man wielded the equivalent of hand held high-grade lazers. He managed to pour a pitcher more of water to refill Marluxia's glass more quickly in the process of getting what he thought he might need ready. " I'll help you with your cloak in a moment. " He hadn't forgotten about his questions, he was just on edge and trying to deal with several things at once .. one of which he rarely did for anyone else: medical treatment. He sucked at it other than cuts and burns: and the Flurry at the least was going to need more treatment than he could supply. Further, while he loved Zexion.. he trusted him with Axel's care about as far as the Schemer could physically pick up and throw the Diviner. Vexen.. maybe. Big maybe. Zexion..? He definitely didn't like to admit it, but hell no he didn't trust him with the Flurry's life. Xemnas clearly couldn't and wouldn't.. and Marluxia .. was already in obvious pain and tire. His fingers were careful peeling back the hood and downing the zipper a bit to his lover's cloak, a clean and fresh basin of water and soft cloth to one side.

<BlindTaleTeller> Hiro immediately looked up from his reading, letting his eyes slide from his shoulder to the one that had touched him in a near dry warning look before he lowered the letter in order to address them, somewhat annoyed. " I assume that you all have forgotten .. I am not a Nobody and don't speak Sorcerer-ese. If you have an issue with me either be clear, open a portal and lead me where ever, or at the very least make an attempt at charades: because otherwise you're wasting all of our time. "

<anime-oujo> The leader seemed to huff, waggling its arms at the other four who proceeded to open a portal to the Dark Meridian, the leader putting its hand on its hips and seeming to stare down Hiro like "Well? Here you go."

<themightyalexa> While Saix attended to getting the medical supplies, Marluxia sipped his water, eyes hidden. The image of the fellow he fought was as burned into his mind as the sears were on his arms. He would not forget him any time soon. "I don't know who he was... he worse vast amounts of purple and gold with white hair and... almost violet eyes and a few scar but... they didn't distract from his appealing visage," Marluxia finally answered once his body had begun to rehydrate himself. He could withstand the heat to a certain point but that was beyond a certain point. The man's thoughts were distracted, slowly opening his hand forth before a familiar plant appeared. At the very least he didn't have to dehydrate it, as it had dried near immediately. The plant he called forth was the miracle flower that he had been bringing back to existence since Sora brought it to him. "H-Hopefully.. t-this should help some...."

[Saix]

<BlindTaleTeller> A silver brow raised, and the winged looked between the lead Sorcerer and the portal for a moment before he folded up the letter again and stuck it into his inner breast pocket: getting up and heading through: immediately looking for what they were going on about. It took him a few seconds to spot Xemnas, and he took a healthy guess that it had already happened between his posture and overall vibe: taking steady quiet steps to his side and leaning slightly to slip a hand back across his shoulder, rubbing softly. " Jewel? "

<BlindTaleTeller> Listening, Saix's fingers reached gingerly for Marluxia's: wanting to have a look at the cut across it, though his brows furrowed a little more for each bit of the description. " A few scars..? Like this? " and using one finger to mark all the places he remembered, as the other hand dipped the cloth in the water with the intention of cleaning away some of the soot from Marluxia's hand, " I'll make some fresh tea from it just as soon as the wounds are cleaned Sunflower.. just rest for now. " the worry was clearer in the quietness of his voice, setting the flower aside for the moment. " Did he use cards? A sword? Perhaps black energy orbs, that imploded? "

<themightyalexa> Marluxia nodded a bit, regretting that he used that energy. "Mhm, Just like that and he did use a rapier, quite effectively, and... well his cards caused the wound you're caring for now. As for the orbs, he used it to counter my own... I'm surprised the result wasn't much more massive, having two objects which implode as they do meeting in the same space to counter one another. I suppose I should be grateful for the devil's luck," He looked to the flower, "By the way, it's for you to use on Axel. In particular on the deeper wounds that are harder to clean. Crush it and combine it into a plain salve then use it around and on the wounds. They should be sealed in two days maximum." With that he sighed and rest back, overly tempted to just give in to his exhaustion.

<anime-oujo> He jerked a little in surprise, and though his brain told him desperately to pull away from the touch his body disobeyed and leaned into it. His hands slipped down to reveal wet looking eyes, though it seemed that as of yet his upset mood hadn't made him shed the tears that were present. "...Sephiroth...is my anger unwarranted? I have forgiven two who have done me wrong before...but I do not think I can for Eight." There was something completely wrong about even considering it. Axel had killed two of the former apprentices, though Vexen's death had reason involved Zexion's was completely unjustified from what he could see... He shook his head, clearing out the whirling vortex of unanswerable thoughts for the time being.

<BlindTaleTeller> Saix sucked in a slow breath, deep as he cleaned and set butterfly bandages properly across the wound. It was shallow but well placed. " Xaldin should be informed then, and Xemnas made to know if he didn't recognize him. Do you remember that member card I used, the first time to the Garden? It was his. That was Setzer Gabbiani, the man who is trying to find Dilan.. Xaldin. " Looking back to Axel again briefly he wondered out loud as he started to undo and help Marluxia out of his cloak where he sat, intending to let it rest back on the chair. " He's known in Twilight Town's less damaging Struggle Tournament as the former Champion, though he used to partake in much bloodier sports along with supporting his gambling habits. He's also a pilot, he used to captain his own casino ship.. " Changing cloths, he carefully washed Marluxia's face as he took in the extent of the burns he could see. " Beyond that I haven't been able to find much about him other than that he is a very agile, double-handed fighter. " His head was working two steps ahead as he went about the motions quickly and efficiently, moving to the other bed in the room and pushing the sheets back as well as the curtain so they could see each other. " You look tired.. " and moving back to his side with the offer to help him into the bed. " ..come, lay down. I'll reserve a small measure for a cup of the tea anyway, for you. "

<BlindTaleTeller> Taking a deep breath, Sephiroth's fingers worked across his shoulders in a sliding rub, pulling him to lean into his side as he sighed it out finishing his thought process. " I think, that is up to you to answer: but.. I also think, that if you can't get past it? You may as well kill him again and be done with it, because as sharp as he is: he will pick it up and remain constantly on guard if not outright aggressive expecting an attack otherwise. " He wasn't making any attempt at all to hide the fact he knew he was awake or that he had likely returned. " And with his nature as element alone..? That is constantly, a deadly kind of dangerous the closer he is to whatever he thinks is the source of that threat; to himself, as well as others around him. "

[Saix]

<themightyalexa> The cloths soon became soiled with soot, the assassin only flinching a little bit as one of the more severe burns was touched upon but otherwise not noticing much. He listened in silence, giving bare nods of agreement when needed. When Saix suggested he move, Marluxia looked up at him before smiling wryly, "I don't think I can move that far right now...."

[Saix]

<BlindTaleTeller> A sort of stressed smile, and Saix understood; bending to carefully put his arms around Marluxia trying very hard not to run him the wrong way as he lifted him up against him and carried him the few feet to the bed, working his boots off for him but leaving the covers down as he knew the extra warmth would only make his burns that much more uncomfortable, and dabbinga bit of cooling gel across the worst of the burns to sooth them as his mind finally started to slow down a little and get a slightly better grip in order: wiping his hands to set the pitcher of water within reach of the bed and glass with it. " You rest. I'm not leaving this room even to sleep myself, so if you need anything just say my name. I -will- hear you.. " and pointed to one of his ears. " ..all right? "