http://itneverwas.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] itneverwas.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-05-02 05:37 pm
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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?

[identity profile] rage8.livejournal.com 2007-05-10 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] rage8.livejournal.com 2007-05-11 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] rage8.livejournal.com 2007-05-12 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
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.