♪ forty-fourth water clone [video]

[ninthserenade]

Man, this is giving me the creeps big time. I can't be the only one, right? I mean, it's really bringing back some eerie memories of the stuff that happened just before I lost my heart and a ton of the stuff I used to get nightmares of.

[While Demyx speaks, the SFC wobbles and bounces from his hip, the screen shifts angles to show parts of his

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LEA - AXEL - XION

[ninthserenade]

OH HEY...

[prominence_glow]

[Lea has already been out and about after what Arden did.

Stupid, head-strong little Eevee. What made him think he could just go and run off? Then again, with the chocobos all being cooped up inside the house, Lea can kind of understand. It has been rather crowded.

So he's in the middle of a dark alleyway, muttering about the little animal, when the SFC flickers on by itself. Lea jumps, startled, before he hastily goes to turn it off-

And stops and stares.

Before he can even think otherwise, he's on the run, stealth be damned. Haste is pumped into his body again and again, and the only thing he can think of is Demyx Demyx Demyx. He knows where that is. Demyx. He can make it in time. Please let him make it in time.]

Demyx!

OH HAI MARK--

[ninthserenade]

[By the time Lea finds him, the damage is already done.

Everything hurts and that thing won't get off of him. His face feels like it's on fire, it feels wet--Not from water, but from blood. His stomach hurts from the claws on the creature's feet digging into the leather--But he can't do anything except push at it's body to keep it away from himself.

He feels dizzy.]

LEA TO THE RESCUE he needs a cape

[prominence_glow]

[Something in him snaps when he sees that monster still on his boyfriend. It almost hurts, how angry he is, and Lea snarls.]

Get OFF of him!

[The words are punctuated by a harsh sweep of his hand and, more importantly, a large and sharpened chunk of ice materializing. It propels forward, right towards the fish monster.]

EVERYTHING ELSE I am so lazy

[ninthserenade]

Hi feel free to yell at him later, Demyx!

[twilitdisguise]

[Riku is fighting elsewhere, perhaps somewhere a little more dangerous and with his current state he didn't want to leave a message-

... Well, too bad. That scream caught his attention almost as quick as it his absent best friends' would.]

Demyx!

[Ugh, hopefully he didn't think it was-- no, he pretty much was Ansem at this point. Shit.]

awww yeah

[ninthserenade]

[Some few hours later;]

xemnas youre back?

[Sure is hard to tell voices apart, man.]

he sorry, music bro. >:

[twilitdisguise]

[He doesn't blame you. And by the time his SFC vibrates again... he's resting back home.]

... No, Demyx. He is not back.

[LATER!]

[got_it_memorizd]

[Demyx has been in and out of consciousness for a while--the painkillers seem to really have done a number on him. Axel supposes maybe that's better anyway; better for Demyx to be a total ninny than have to feel his face at the moment, anyway. Xion's healing helped, but the wounds were deep and he'd lost a lot of blood. There was probably going to be some scarring. Some things Cure can't fix completely, Axel knows that well enough

[ninthserenade]

[The wonders of modern medicine. When Demyx finally comes to for the uptenth time that night an hour later, it's for good. Groggy, disoriented, and partially numb, he struggles to sit up in bed and instantly regrets it from the dull protest in the back of his head. It still hurt, yes, but it was considerably less than earlier.

Finally in a stable position, he reaches over to flip the lamp on his desk on and bumps Axel's arm instead. Huh. That's weird. He's pretty sure he never had any human limbs in his room--Whoever it is sure does feel bony.

Clearly it can be only one person.]

...'iggy? Izz'at you?

[A trash can tipping over out on the streets gets him to lightly shake the foreign arm.]

'iggy...

[got_it_memorizd]

[Axel snaps awake with a start and grabs the offending hand, then his eyes focus and he lets go. Arching his back and scrubbing at one eye socket with the heel of his hand, he stifles a yawn and then rests his chin on the back of the chair again.]

G'morning, sunshine. But my name's Axel, not Iggy; commit it to memory.

[ninthserenade]

[A panicked sound and Demyx tugs at his hand, a few strands of water slipping from his fingertips.]

M'not sunshine--I'm... ...Crap.

Uh...

[He lets his wrist go slack on Axel's grip for a few moments as his brain struggles to get in the right gear.]

...Myde? No, no, uh...