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Nightshift 23: 2nd floor staff-only outdoor patio lounging/eating area

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With VII following closely, Xemnas reached the door at the end of the hall. His hand reached for the doorhandle and turned it, mildly surprised the door happened to be unlocked. While he slowly pushed it open, he felt the cold breeze from outside.

He proceeded further outside, scanning his surroundings troroughly for treats lurking in the shadows. It appeared they were in some kind of patio which, judging by the furniture, was most-likely used for lounging. It seemed highly unlikely to find something useful in here. However, there were two doors. And who knew what these doors could be leading to?

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Saïx followed the Superior obediently, scarcely giving a trip outside a second thought until he made his way through the doors and onto the outdoor patio. With a single step, VII found himself illuminate in the clear light of a brilliant, full moon.

Having once relished in the embrace of the moon, the blue-haired Nobody knew that something was wrong as he flinched, squinting against a light that seemed to burn him from the inside out. He froze, knowing the feeling that would ensue all too well.

Yellow eyes widened in recognition, and he grit his teeth, which seemed to quickly be sharpening into fangs. It was impossible. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He had control. He'd held the beast captive for so long, unleashed only at the request of the Superior for the sake of their vision. He was not so weak-willed. His mask was eternal. Only he could remove it.

No more did he feel moonlight creeping silently through windows. No more did he have the power to suppress the violent reaction welling up inside of him. The somewhat anguished, twisted cry of a wounded animal escaped his lips, and he could feel the scar across his nose growing more jagged.

Not like this. Not in front of him.

"Something... is..." he managed to snarl, barely able to form the words coherently and hoping Xemnas would understand that he assumed to order him only for his own safety. It was beyond his control. "Leave... now-" The Luna Diviner's words were cut off as he buckled over, grasping to retain what little control he had over the creature, over the true self buried inside.

Xemnas hadn't even given the moon a second thought. After all, VII had always been perfectly able to control his inner beast, as it was only released with the permission of no one else but the Superior himself.

However, as soon as he heard the cry escaping from Saïx' lips behind him, he knew that something was wrong. He turned around to face the other Nobody, surprisingly calm for a person being in such a situation, and observed VII as he struggled. Struggled to retain the little control he still had.

It seemed he had made a mistake, as he should've taken such things into consideration. However, even the slightest mistake could cause the greatest consequences. Consequences he couldn't afford, not in in a place where he had been weakened. If he didn't act soon, he would certainly face the result of the 'miscalculation'. This was not a normal situation, after all...

Powers were dampened, merely a spark of what they could do previously. His powers were dampened along with it, barely having anything left -- if at all. However, it seemed one's strength and abilities weren't the only things that had been weakened.

VII's control over the creature within had also been weakened.

However, now was not the time for such matters. He needed to act, and act quickly.

Xemnas nodded, quickly heading past his subordinate to the hallway they had just come out of. He didn't even think about the other doors, he couldn't take the risk of them being locked, and there wasn't much time left...

[ooc; feel free to stop him from running like a sissy if you want to? 8D]

It broke just a second before the Superior would've disappeared back into the hallway they'd just come from. With an un-restrained howl, Saïx lost himself in the sea of red that colored his vision. Sense was lost as he sprung forward like a wild beast, reaching out with one hand to grip Xemnas' shoulder and attempt to pull him back into the open. No pattern or strategy could be found in the Nobody's tactic as he swung wildly with the other hand. Nails hadn't sharpened into claws as he was still decidedly weaker than normal, but fingers would still claw and rake the any flesh they met.

If he only knew what he was doing.

Xemnas had nearly reached the exit, would've disappeared into the darkness of the hallway if he had been even a little faster. A howl broke the silence and before the Superior knew it, a hand reached out for his shoulder. The sudden force on one of his shoulders made him turn as VII pulled him away from the doorway and back onto the patio.

But before Xemnas could even attempt to break free from the Luna Diviner, another hand swung wildly into his direction. It hit him straight in his face, nails digging into the skin, shredding and cutting it. The scratches weren't deep, yet some blood trickled down his cheek.

Xemnas dug his feet into the ground, attempting to prevent Saïx from pulling him even further outside. He clenched the flashlight in one of his hands tightly and swung it into VII's direction.

The flashlight connected hard against the side of Saïx's face, hard edge leaving a nasty gash of its own. The blood that flowed from the wound trickled down the crazed Nobody's face. The scent of it, however, only served to drive him further into madness, lashing out with another fist to claw at the Superior's neck now. His full weight was being pressed down in the assault, mad insight apparently trying to drag the other Nobody down with him.

He howled, snarling like a beast as he swung wildly. Somewhere inside of him, where the beast had once lay, his logical side protested, cries unheeded by the vicious nature that had come to the surface.

Xemnas' attempt to make VII loosen his grip for only a second backfired greatly, as the blood only fueled Saïx' madness.

The Diviner's fist connected with his neck, shredding the skin while blood spilled out of the fresh cuts. The Superior let out a gasp as he tried removing VII's hand from his throat. He struggled to retain his balance, stumbling and nearly collapsing as VII's full weight was thrown into the assault.

Xemnas realized that if he would lose his balance, the situation would only become worse.

It seemed as though Saïx could care less if they took the fight to the ground. Even in his maddened state, he'd been able to communicate to some extent. It would be clear, especially to Xemnas, that every essence of his power had been weakened. He was more bloodthirsty, more savage while seeming to completely lack sense and the basic ability to form words. He'd become a wild dog, the ferocious beast the others so often joked about.

Pressing his full weight down, one clawed hand retained it's grip, digging into the Superior's flesh deeper while the other moved to swipe wildly at his midsection.

Behind him, the moon shined brightly.

Xemnas winced as nails dug deeper into the flesh of his shoulder, retaining the iron grip VII already had. He struggled to keep the little balance he still had while the other Nobody tried dragging him down. The Superior couldn't allow the fight to be moved to the ground. If such a thing would happen, he would be more than an easy prey for the Berserker.

It would seem this institute had its number of effects on the Luna Diviner. His subordinate was more savage, yet completely lacking the sense he previously possessed when under the Moon Spell. It would seem the beast could not be tamed, not to be locked as long as the moon still hung in the sky. There would be no point in reasoning.

As the clawed hand swiped at his midsection, tearing the skin beneath it, Xemnas finally lost his balance.

Even despite the everlasting desire to exist, there were instances where not being able to feel had its number of advantages. The Superior wasn't able to experience fear for what might be coming, nor any sense of panic as he finally hit the hard ground of the patio.

In this vulnerable state, he was an easy prey for the savage beast.

As it was with his usual talent, enough time would come where he would grow weakened after existing in a state of heightened frenzy. It was a matter of biding time and living until the reprieve came. His vision was red. He saw nothing, hearing not even muted words as the blows landed upon a silent victim.

When Xemnas fell, Saïx fell with him, left knee falling hard into the other Nobody's stomach. He descended like the monster he'd become, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he began to lose some steam. Still, he swiped and clawed and tore at whatever flesh he could get his hands on. The fortunate thing about the tactic being that he wasn't of sound enough mind to focus on one spot, thus the wounds would be spread out and not as grievous as a singular, deep one could've been.

Xemnas gasped as the knee hit his stomach, which was the only sound he'd make. He didn't feel the need to plea or to reason. It would be a waste of energy to try such, as VII wouldn't listen. His words would be unheard, after all.

It seemed Saïx instantly took the opportunity to damage all the flesh he could reach. He slightly winced with each time the nails tore through his skin, blood spattering all over his body. The cuts might not have been deep, but his injuries were not the first thing on the Nobody's mind. The Superior was all the more occupied with trying to throw his VII off him, nothing more but an attempt to shift the situation in his favor.

Who would've thought he'd be wrestling with one of his most loyal subordinates?

Blows continued to rain upon the Superior, Saïx seeming quite determined not to give up or relent for even a moment. As time passed, and the struggle continued, however, it was natural that he would become slower, more sluggish. Even back in their normal time, his rage had not lasted continuously for long periods of time. Thankfully, for the Superior's sake, the time span seemed even shorter here; it would likely be a while before he caught his second wind, so to speak.

As his strength depleted, Saïx became sloppier and less resistant, eventually being thrown back, just a bit, giving Xemnas a chance to gather himself and counter the attack or leave while VII remained on one knee, clearly conflicted as his inner struggle to control himself became more apparent.

"Go..." he whispered in a a voice that sounded like a hoarse growl. Any further attempt at communication on his part was stiffled as his entire body shook. He would rather leave himself a lone and vulnerable to prey than continue to assault the only person he had ever deemed worthy of his complete loyalty.

If he could've felt regret, surely it would've been coming in spades by this point.

Blow after blow connected with his body, tearing skin and drawing blood from the fresh wounds. However, as the time continued to pass, the blows became less fierce and less fast. Saïx was clearly losing strength, sooner than the Superior had expected. Along with his strength, VII's resistance to his struggles was also weakening.

Eventually, Xemnas managed to throw the other Nobody off, giving him the opportunity he had been waiting for. Gasping for air, he struggled to his feet while ignoring his wounds for the time being.

Sparing his subordinate a glance, expression unreadable, he proceeded for the exit. Whatever it was that he planned on doing about this situation, now was not the time.

[ooc; I just saw I made one heck of a typo in my previous post...'his VII' .__.' *felt the need to point that out* XDD;]

[[blundering in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/98560.html?view=6343680#t6343680)]]

Recluse had only just stepped out into the (painful, damnable) moonlight before he realized something was wrong. He had stepped into some sort of altercation that he had no intention to take part in.

There was another door a little way along the wall. He stuck to the shadows along the edge of the room, moving quickly towards his destination, keeping an eye on the other two prisoners. He wasn't going to end up as collateral, whatever the problem here was.

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