It's hard to find true equilibrium.
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Lindblum was, in Lumi's opinion, a singularly awful city.
Built atop a mountain, or possibly a cliff, it bore the sort of architecture that made it amply clear that it had been added to over time, that it had started off much smaller and had grown, almost organically, outwards and then upwards, like a particularly unpleasant fungus of mismatched brick and tile all contained within the immense castle's fortified walls.
Lumi's nose had wrinkled as they made the approach to the Falcon's Gate via airship. Even from a distance he could see that, without more space for the city to crawl beyond the walls, as most seemed to when they outgrew a castle's ramparts, it had just gotten ... taller. Idly, he had wondered how it would fare in the event of an earthquake.
Once the airship had docked and he and Marluxia had disembarked, he decided that the city was even worse than it had looked from their approach. The winding streets and irregular buildings did little but compound the fact that the city was not purpose-built. Some of the houses leaned like drunkards and some of them had larger, over-hanging upper floors, as though they had been added to at a later date by a less skilled builder. It looked disorganised, ramshackle and untidy.
With any luck, they wouldn't be there long.
They were in the city on a mission, or, at least, a favour. In deference to the alliance he had made with the most recently recruited of his old ... "colleagues", Marluxia had agreed to make a trip to Even's old home to pick up some items that he hadn't thought to bring with him on his would-be temporary relocation to Daguerreo. It wasn't safe for him to go himself, on any front, and Marluxia had the freedom of movement accorded to an established and voluntarily joined member of Clan Khamja.
Lumi stood in the street outside the Air Cab station, a frown on his face at the feel of the uneven cobbled floor under the soles of his shoes. It was a warm day, but it was growing clear that Summer was on its way out in this part of the world. The breeze that blew down the street carried upon it the scent of woodsmoke, hanging baskets and the promise of rain. It was, despite the pleasant day, cool enough to make Lumi stiffen where he stood. He scowled, looking up. The sky was, at least, still blue, though grey clouds were visible in the distance.
He looked to Marluxia for direction. It was he who had the address of Even's old residence.
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Date: 2016-05-13 11:24 pm (UTC)It had been an informative few weeks for Marluxia. Firstly there was the fact that Vexen, now regularly going by Even but some habits died hard, had allied himself with Skite well enough to travel with them. Not only to travel with them, in fact, but also to return in one piece, having earned the respect of some of them. Particularly the Summoners, it seemed.
It had been an informative trip for Vexen, which had also made it a useful one for Marluxia. He had, apparently, witnessed an Arrancar open a Garganta, he'd even traveled through it. In concept they weren't dissimilar to the corridors of darkness the Nobodies had once used, and found closed off to them on their arrival on Spira. The only real difference between them was that, unlike the corridors, the garganta could only be used to travel within the confines of Spira.
This had not presented an issue to either Vexen, or Zexion, both of whom had seen the potential benefit of a mode of behind the scenes transport that they could utilise from anywhere.
It made journeys shorter too. To an extent. It could not be used to make a journey of a thousand miles in a few steps, but it could be used to traverse a long and winding road as the crow flew. Or as the Hollow traipsed, to be wholly accurate.
Getting to Lindblum to hold up Marluxia's offer to retrieve some of Vexen's personal effects had required the airships. The journey could have been made using a portal, Marluxia still thought of them as that, and even Vexen and Zexion slipped in and out of that old habit, switching between thorough accuracy and the familiar terminology at will, but it would be easier to transport things back by airship, and why not travel in relative comfort to begin with?
On arrival, Lindblum put Marluxia in mind of a rabbit warren, but there was a certain charm to the place, and a certain cultural stuffiness that Marluxia could see fitting Vexen. Saix too, if one considered his clipboard wielding side ahead of his inner wild animal.
He'd made sure to get precise directions from Vexen. Wandering an unfamiliar city didn't appeal to Marluxia, especially one in which other former members of the Organization had set up their new home.
"This way," he'd told Lumi, and led him down the cobbled and twisting streets of Lindblum towards the place Vexen had previously lived. Autumn was on its way in this part of the world, and Marluxia smiled, faintly. This was the season of apples and blackberries, which, fresh from the plant, were pleasures Lumi would not know.
Education may be in order, amusing as it was to see him scowl at the sky as if threatening it against even thinking about dumping water on him.
He led Lumi along the streets towards the address they'd been given, keeping one eye on the mismatched architecture as they went. There was a certain smug pleasure in getting to poke around Vexen's former home.
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Date: 2016-05-14 12:32 am (UTC)The district wasn't as busy as Lumi had thought it would be. There were people, of course, but as soon as they headed off the main street and into smaller roads the bustle died off somewhat. The temperature dropped sharply as they headed into the shade of narrower streets.
As they walked, the smells changed. The air felt less fresh off the beaten path and the buildings close on either side blocked out breezes and kept the air from circulating. More than once he caught the sour, warm odour of a beer-soaked carpet drifting out of the open door of a pub and the sweet, cloying scent of burning herbs or incense escaping from apothecaries through the cracks in doors or windows.
He spied people standing around at the far ends of the streets they passed, saw (and smelled) homeless beggars hunched in doorways and couldn't fail to notice those who were furtively selling wares out of coats and cases from less conspicuous locations, presumably to avoid the attention of guards or police, whichever applied.
It was populated enough that Lumi didn't think it was likely they'd be targeted for any reason and he walked with the air of somebody unworried by his surroundings and those in it. Nevertheless, he was glad of his concealed weapons. He had left his sword at home, something he didn't usually do and that left a curious sense of unease in him in spite of his dislike of it, but he knew what he had brought would suffice should anybody see fit to make today the day they made the worst decision of their life.
The area of Even's former home wasn't exactly affluent enough to be notable, but it wasn't a slum, either. It was respectable without getting above its station, the most any bar royalty or nobility could hope for in Lindblum.
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Date: 2016-05-14 01:02 am (UTC)What it all meant, really, was that he and Lumi weren't particularly notable, and were also given a respectably wide berth by the general populace.
Vexen and Saix had made their home in an area that was respectable enough; one or both of them must have maintained a predictable income, but the area wasn't so stuck up that Selkies drew attention. Of course, Saix would have needed to fit in as much as Vexen, so that only made sense. The house itself looked small from the outside, although it was hard to judge how deep the building went from the front.
Marluxia had Vexen's key, and he didn't bother to lurk around looking suspicious before he unlocked the door. A big part of going unnoticed meant looking as if you were supposed to be somewhere.
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Date: 2016-05-15 05:10 pm (UTC)He waited patiently behind Marluxia as he opened the door to Vexen's house. He didn't peer around, or look as though he was taking in his strange, unfamiliar surroundings, nor did he fidget or look awkward. He was too used to breaking into places he shouldn't be to make any of those rookie mistakes.
From what he gleaned of that which he did see, he saw that the house, at least from the outside, looked to be fairly compact. The location was a fair one, not posh, but not run down, and in a location that provided easy access to the local shopping area.
When Marluxia let himself in, Lumi followed.
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Date: 2016-05-15 09:41 pm (UTC)The first door on the left was ajar, and Marluxia pushed it open cautiously. The hinge creaked at the end of its swing, revealing a living room that may not have been that often used anyway. There was a television, a sofa, and a single chair. Saix and Vexen clearly hadn't been the entertaining type, and Marluxia suspected the chair existed so that one or the other could sit here without it seeming like an invitation to the other, and the sofa was because they had occasionally chosen to sit together.
There were books on shelves around the room, an entire bookcase in one corner with some gaps in it suggesting someone had removed books and not returned them. The decor left something to be desired, but that was Marluxia's opinion of the house in general. He preferred the finer things in life, and whoever was responsible for this room had been much more pragmatic. It did what it was supposed to, and wasn't out to impress anybody with the fact that it could do that.
"I'm impressed they haven't been broken into," he said, his voice, like their footsteps, intrusive in the quiet of the house. Empty houses attracted that kind of thing, but, perhaps, people knew the inhabitants were with a clan, or perhaps they knew they had little to steal. There were a multitude of reasons possible for why no one had bothered.
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Date: 2016-05-15 11:08 pm (UTC)For a moment, he didn't move. He wanted to get a feel for the house. Sensing Reiatsu was less use here than it could have been. It was old, easily upwards of a hundred years, and had seen many owners in its lifetime. Despite this, nothing notable had been performed in it recently, if ever, nothing that had sunk in too deep, not beyond the spiritual background noise that one could expect of any building of reasonable age. The fact that the house was one of many in a row, in a large and old city, didn't help matters. The scents were much more telling.
It smelled mildly unpleasant. It wasn't a scent that was outright disgusting, but the air of abandonment that swirled in the air like the dust that their entry had disturbed was, nonetheless, quite pungent. This became all the more apparent when Marluxia pushed the door open wider. Lumi wrinkled his nose as the disturbance in the air brought the scent of old fabrics, papered walls and a multitude of aged books to the fore.
Over the top and intermingled with the odour of neglect he could detect the scent of people, albeit not particularly strongly. He doubted anybody had been there in the past two or three weeks. He recognised Even, a faint smell beneath the layers, but there were others, those fresher, who wove through and sat atop it. One was obviously Saix, though he would not have been able to say which. The other, or others... guests, perhaps.
The smell of nervous sweat was absent, so Lumi felt certain that nobody had entered without permission.
Under the dust he could smell the location of the kitchen to the far end of the house. Nothing had been prepared there for a while, but it still lingered in the background like a light trail left imprinted on the eyes after one had closed them. Some smells faded very quickly, but the smell of food preparation tended not to, not when the same location was used almost daily over many, many years. It lingered like the sour tang of tobacco which, Lumi was sure, had been a vice of one of the house's previous owners, if he was any judge.
"Did they protect it from entry without a key?" Lumi asked, looking around.
His gaze fell upon the banister. There were hand prints in the coating of greyish dust that lay upon the worn wood, something so careless that they probably belonged to one of the owners, more than likely Saix. He had no reason to disguise his entry or movements; it was his house. Nevertheless, those marks had been covered with fresher dust, more evidence that he had not been back in some time.
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Date: 2016-05-17 10:37 pm (UTC)Which was funny really because if Xigbar had been asked to put money on one of the two of them doing a runner, his money would have gone on Saix. Saix was the one that had hooked up with Axel, and Xigbar trusted those two together about as far as half the Saturday night patrons of the Sandsea could piss, which seemed to be about as far as their own shoes.
But no. Vexen had done a bunk, and Saix lurked around Rabanastre, working in the Sandsea. Maybe there was something else keeping the dude hanging about, some part of him he couldn't put his own finger on. Or maybe it was because some jokester had found him a clipboard.
It worried Xigbar a little, to have lost Vexen. Losing Zexion had been bad enough, but so long as Lexaeus stuck with them Xigbar was reasonably sure that Zexion would find his way back. It might take him time, he might have to fuck something up first, but sometimes you had to let kids run off and make their own mistakes before they came back with their tails between their legs.
Vexen though.... He'd run off to Daguerreo, which was predictable enough. Upset that nerd and he'd go and find the books to drown his sorrows. But he hadn't come back yet, even though Saix had moved out. Xigbar had been back a few times to check on the place, to see if there were any signs of activity, and fight the urge to hide a fish in the curtain pole while he was there, and there hadn't been.
It was getting very concerning. Vexen should be cooling off by now, because for an ice elemental he could be damned hot headed, and Xigbar hadn't heard from him at Daguerreo despite attempting to get in touch.
Xigbar's own business took him to Lindblum anyway on a semi regular basis, and after making his drop off he dropped by the former love nest. The front door was locked, of course, Saix had made sure of that, but he habitually left the key in the back door, and for someone whose kekkei genkai as they called it here was twisting space and opening little portals, it was no big deal to reach his hand in, grab the key, and turn it.
He retreated from that portal and opened another to the top of the door, so he could slide the bolt back, too.
He no longer expected Vexen to have stopped home, but it was worth giving him another chance, and failing that, a clue as to where he might duck to other than a giant library would be helpful. There were too many other possibilities.
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Date: 2016-05-17 10:58 pm (UTC)His mind wandered, though he kept his senses tuned into everything around him. He listened to Marluxia upstairs while taking in the patterns on the faded wallpaper and the years of wear on the wooden handrail, enough to have exposed the grain of the wood beneath the stain or varnish that had been applied. He looked down at the thin carpet, the wear more evident in the middle than it was at the sides. With a sigh, he adjusted his stance.
That was when he heard the grinding sound from the kitchen. It was metallic and accompanied by a low squeal that was likely beyond the hearing range of most. A key being turned. He stiffened. A waft of fresher air confirmed that there had been a breach of some kind, but he scowled, unable to work out what had been done. He would have heard the window being opened or a pane of glass in the door being broken. He didn't dwell on it, however, for the sound of the bolt scraping confirmed that something, somehow, was trying to get in.
He stepped back, into the doorway of the drawing room and out of sight of the kitchen. Alerting Marluxia to the presence of an intruder would also alert that same intruder to the presence of them.
Instead, he reached into his coat and drew one of his guns.
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Date: 2016-05-17 11:21 pm (UTC)He was also familiar with the usual sound and feel of the house, and today it felt and sounded wrong. Xigbar paused in the doorway and paid attention. The house was usually achingly quiet in a way that made the slightest noise seem ten times louder, like abandoned buildings everywhere.
Then there was the feel of it. Xigbar wasn't the most sensitive of the Thirteenth Order when it came to what the locals called reiatsu, and vestigia, but he wasn't a novice with it. The house had its own vestigia in that it sorely lacked anything overwhelming. If you really paid attention for a long time, you could feel the faint impression left by an ice elemental and a berserker, and if you really paid attention you could tell which rooms they'd spent the most time in (Vexen was his study, Saix was the kitchen), but those traces had faded even while Xigbar had made his visits. Now it was background noise.
Today the background noise was being overwhelmed by something else. Something familiar, and something not so familiar.
There was someone here, or had been someone here, and it wasn't Vexen.
Xigbar reached for his own guns, wondering if the house had finally been broken into. Some things were only a matter of time.
He headed for the door to the hallway warily, keeping an ear out, in case he got a clue as to the whereabouts of the intruders. Definitely intruders.
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Date: 2016-05-17 11:43 pm (UTC)He listened to the footsteps. They were careful, hesitant. The trespasser was familiar enough with the house to get in with ease and apparently familiar enough to own a key. They also knew that they weren't alone. The pause in the steps told him that.
Lumi could feel him. It was definitely a him, the scent was definitely masculine, though not overtly so. Whoever it was didn't go through the trouble of applying much in the way of aftershave or cologne. Given the fact that they were letting themselves into a house that was very likely not theirs, he surmised that making himself less recognisable, or at least less likely to be detected after he'd gone, was deliberate. The trace of heavily suppressed Reiatsu he felt was ... distantly familiar, though it took Lumi a second to realise that he had felt the same when he entered the house.
Whoever it was made semi-regular visits, though not for long, certainly not long enough to leave much more than the faintest trace over the layers of old and recent history that lingered in the rooms and hallways. Regular entry by another person would have covered it up easily.
If nothing else, he was reasonably sure it wasn't Saix. Saix was the house's owner, sole owner, if Even had forfeited his claim to it upon leaving. He would have let himself in via the front door, not the back.
Something in Lumi made him want to curl his lip, show his teeth and growl his displeasure at the easy job being interrupted, but he bit back the urge and maintained his silence as he always did. He listened for the next footstep, holding back on cocking his gun until the sound could be masked.
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Date: 2016-05-18 12:14 am (UTC)Xigbar scowled, and nudged it with one of his guns instead. They weren't his arrowguns. Xigbar had those at his disposal too, but he preferred to keep those in reserve for if he really needed to shoot some poor fucko with a shitload of bullets. The real guns he had were Spiran made, and he'd found himself with a particular fondness for magical bullets. There was a certain nasty pleasure in shooting something with an elemental it was weak to, and trust Spirans to have gone to the trouble to magically imbue lead pellets to maximise their ability to fuck people up.
Whoever was here, they knew he was here, too. He had to be careful. He scoped out the hall through the gap in the door before he pushed it open again, his other gun at the ready.
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Date: 2016-05-18 12:21 am (UTC)He'd stacked them on the desk, the one floorboard near to it creaking with the shift of his weight.
There was an answering creak from downstairs as one of the doors shifted on its hinges. Lumi was refreshingly uncurious a lot of the time, and he'd been particularly so when it came to Vexen's old house. He wouldn't be opening doors slowly enough for them to creak, and certainly not for no reason.
Marluxia paused, frowning as he turned his head and concentrated on senses other than sight.
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Date: 2016-05-18 12:29 am (UTC)He trusted that Marluxia had been both detected by the stranger and had detected him in turn. If he headed up the stairs, going towards the creaks, Lumi could take him out from behind.
He took a breath, a quiet one, and listened for the sound of feet on the threadbare carpet instead of the hard kitchen floor.
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Date: 2016-05-18 05:41 pm (UTC)It worried him.
He'd brought them as close to the Palace as he could manage. Navigation in the world behind the scenes was odd, and tricky, and in any case, he didn't want to come out too close to the Palace in case they were met with a bunch of defensive Arrancar. Marluxia didn't have the patience to argue, right now.
He'd had to adjust his grip on Lumi, shifting the man's weight and putting him back on his feet to free up Marluxia's hands so he could open the doors and take them both inside. He wondered, idly, how much of an audience they might have. Their arrival wouldn't go unnoticed, that it was earlier than anticipated definitely wouldn't.
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Date: 2016-05-18 06:35 pm (UTC)The blood loss was making his head spin, but it wasn't that that was getting to him. The pain was, the searing, relentlessness of it. There was no let up, it was like being continuously electrocuted, though somehow worse.
He breathed heavily, raggedly, struggling to stay on his feet as Marluxia busied himself with something.
Distantly, he knew they must be back at the Palace, but he couldn't say how long they'd been moving. It could have been seconds, or hours.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:10 pm (UTC)He picked Lumi back up and carried him through. He didn't bother to linger, either. The doors closed themselves behind him as he crossed the entrance hall and made his way to the infirmary.
If Szayel wasn't already there, it wouldn't take him long to arrive. Especially, Marluxia thought, when he carried a bleeding and barely coherent Lumi past Grimmjow on his way. The walk felt longer than it normally seemed, and not just because of the weight he was carrying.
The infirmary doors were designed to simply swing, since people badly injured or sick enough to seek out Szayel's attentions were probably too far gone to correctly operate a door handle. Marluxia hit the doors with his back and turned Lumi through them without a word.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:17 pm (UTC)As such, he sat up quite straight at his desk and watched as Marluxia carried Lumi in, the smell of blood already hitting Szayel's nose, to say nothing of the sight.
He blinked, and pushed up his glasses with one finger before his mouth curled in a smirk and he slipped from his stool to head over. "On there," he said, gesturing to one of the empty beds with a wave of his hand.
Sometimes it was good to be wrong.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:28 pm (UTC)He didn't protest as he was put into the bed, for lying was easier than standing. The numbness he had expected from the aftermath of the gunshot never came, but the tiredness didn't abate even as he fought to remain conscious.
He lay there, eyes closed but for a crack, his mouth open as he drew in shaking breaths. He wanted to curl up, to curl around the pain in his chest and shoulder, but he found he didn't have the strength to do anything but ball his hands into fists and grit his teeth on every few breaths.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:41 pm (UTC)He opened a drawer at the far end of his desk and removed a syringe, and a bottle. He could already tell from Lumi's shaky breathing and the fact he wasn't walking that it must be fairly severe, so he'd need sedation. He drew a healthy amount into the syringe before he walked up to the bed, retrieving some nitrile gloves from a box on the wall and pulling them on. "Those clothes will need to come off," he said, as an opener, and instruction.
He couldn't even see what he was dealing with under the blood and cloth. Blood was all over Marluxia, too. He'd carried Lumi some distance.
"What happened?" He asked, turning to look Lumi over. The preferred injection point was in the vein at the elbow, although the back of the hand worked if necessary. It might be worth inserting a canula; with this much blood loss, Lumi would benefit from a drip, too.
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Date: 2016-05-18 07:48 pm (UTC)"Ran into an old friend," he said, mildly, "gunshot wound." He looked at Lumi, deciding he'd have to apologise to him for this later, and began to unfasten his clothing and strip him to the waist.
"Incidentally," he said, his attention on Lumi as he removed his clothes, but his voice low and intended for Szayel, "if you even consider any impropriety in your conduct, he will kill you, assuming I don't do it first."
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Date: 2016-05-19 09:01 pm (UTC)Before he fully came to he felt ... relaxed. It wasn't like coming out of a drugged state, he generally came out of being tranquillised much more quickly, no, it was more like waking from sleep, slowly coming back to the world in a comfortable way.
He was aware of being on a bed, though it was somewhat harder than he was used to. When he opened his eyes it was slowly, carefully. The room he was in was brightly lit, though not enough to make his eyes water. He looked around, not moving his head, and came to the conclusion that he was in an infirmary. The smell of medical chemicals and cleaning agents would have been enough, but the curtain, the equipment and the sterile whiteness confirmed it.
Why was he in an infirmary? How did he get there? He struggled to remember. They had been in a house, Even's house, when Xigbar had entered. He recalled keeping himself concealed, but everything went a little vague after that. He got an impression of fire, of darkness, and of searing pain.
That wasn't there any more, but there was a dull ache just below his shoulder that he couldn't account for beyond that.
Something had gone very wrong. Where was Marluxia? He looked around again, a little more urgently, and tried to sit up.
"Marl--" His throat was extremely dry.
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Date: 2016-05-19 09:41 pm (UTC)He'd changed his clothes, too. For that, he'd been forced to leave Lumi in Neliel's care for a few minutes, and she'd been understanding enough to bring him something to eat where he was.
The dead hours of the morning had been the hardest. Marluxia had catnapped then, in the lone, somewhat uncomfortable chair provided in the infirmary. Szayel wasn't the type to encourage visitors, and the patients weren't the type to receive them, so the infirmary wasn't equipped for it. Marluxia had tucked the chair against the wall and dozed on and off, and read inbetween.
He put the book down now, and stood so Lumi could see him. "You've spent the night in the infirmary. How much do you remember?"
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Date: 2016-05-19 09:57 pm (UTC)"Not much," he admitted, his voice quiet and dry. "The house, fire... darkness. I think I got shot, somehow." He didn't remember Xigbar being in the room, but he hadn't been shot from the doorway, he didn't think. It didn't make a lot of sense, fuzzy and incomplete as the memory was. "Not much else."
He had the vaguest recollection of Marluxia's portal, but he wasn't sure where that came in. Logically, he'd used it to flee the scene of the attack, but he didn't remember the exact order of events. He certainly didn't remember getting back to the Palace.
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Date: 2016-05-19 10:12 pm (UTC)"Xigbar shot you," he said, "with a fire elemental bullet." He glanced away, towards the rest of the infirmary, automatically checking for the proverbial ears in the walls, but they were alone. "His power as a Nobody had been to manipulate space. It's not an ordinary form of magic, but his preferred tricks were to shoot from behind while he was standing in front of people, or to warp space around someone so they were trapped in a very small area they couldn't escape," and then fill that area with bullets, Marluxia thought. "At least some of that ability transferred here. He shot you from the other room."
Marluxia looked at Lumi again, "You were barely conscious, and unable to stand. I brought you here through a portal. Szayel had to remove the bullet." He smirked faintly at the memory, but he had his own questions to be asking about that.
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Date: 2016-05-19 10:25 pm (UTC)He scowled, but shook it off, making a mental note to ask about that again later, when he didn't hurt from head to toe and when he hadn't just woken up. He couldn't quite work out why he ached all over. Every muscle hurt like one recently introduced to more exercise than they had been in recent weeks.
So, Szayel had worked on him. That wasn't much of a surprise, not given his profession when it came to medical procedures.
"Because of the magic?" He asked of the bullet. He knew procedure for bullet removal as well as anybody.
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