http://right-handed.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] right-handed.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-08-14 12:56 am

Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

[identity profile] numberii.livejournal.com 2007-08-14 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Now see, isn't that one of the great questions for someone like me? Am I alive, or am I dead? 'cause I don't really exist, but here I am, talkin' with you and enjoying some spaghetti. Mm-mm." And he took a nice large bite of noodles, slurping it up just to emphasize the point. He was alive enough, after all.

...though he didn't believe that he'd be done in by one of the three squirts, not by a long shot. Luxord had to be full of it, that was all there was to it. "But no, I'm not dead, not any more than you are, anyway. Before I was here, the Organization had just moved into Castle Oblivion and started setting things up."

Which really did beg the question. "So, now that I've been nice an' friendly, how about you? When'd you come from?"

[identity profile] numberii.livejournal.com 2007-08-15 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah hah, so that's where the squirt came from. The battle with Xemnas, where the Superior was supposedly done in by the two Keyblade Masters. Darkness and Light versus Nothingness, and the Nothing had lost. After Xigbar and the entire rest of the Organization had been done in.

As. If.

"Me?" Xigbar indicated himself with his free hand, then grinned as he chomped into his spaghetti once more. One good thing about retaining his body; Dusks and the like couldn't enjoy tastes and smells and such. Not that the spaghetti was particularly good, but still. After doing so, he jabbed his fork in Riku's general direction, his tone more amused than anything else. "Dunno if you've been told, but my side's tried to wave the white flag and get all buddy-buddy with you an' yours. All in it together, an' stuff like that. Figured I'd want to drop in an' bury the Keyblade."