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[ Without any warning, a short, sharp shriek of fear is going to be transmitted across the journals. It's followed by dead silence, and a few whispered words too quiet to be picked up on.

A moment goes by in silence, wherein Xion notices both the room's other [Bad username or site: perplex_me title= @ livejournal.com] and her journal at the foot of her bed. Her voice is shaky when the journal picks it up next, and she's both addressing anyone who heard as well as Roxas. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- it's -- I'm okay.

What's...

[ She could have sworn she saw him, just as she awoke. Right out of the corner of her eye, like some monster from her nightmares. It would be impossible to mistake that blue hair, those impossibly cold eyes... but there was no one there. Not to mention her dreams of the past few days haven't exactly been nightmares, so much as... ]

--Sora! Sora! Where is he?! [ very upset Poppet is very upset and isn't sure if she's really yelling this at Roxas, or at the whole universe. ] SORA!

(ooc; her voice replies will come a little bit after this entry is actually made; her thread with Roxas will chronologically come first. tags might be a little slow because there is a cat sleeping on my arms.)

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How much of an explanation do you require?

[ Yes, yes, go ahead and explain, Vexen. Xaldin wouldn't like to interrupt, opening and closing his hand to get a good feel of the glove.

My, he hasn't worn them in a few years. III gave Xion a knowing glance. Is she ready, he wondered. ]

... I just want to know what's going to have to be done to me. If it'll hurt. That's not too much to ask...

[ ... right? She catches Xaldin's glance and just gives him an uncertain, half-frightened look in return. god, they either need to get on with it or she has to get out of here. ]

It won't hurt.

[Anesthetic is a wonderful thing.]

If you could sit there. [He indicates one of the tables, which has been cleared off specially for this occasion.]

It's a very simple thing. Just follow our instructions, and close your eyes.

[ Anesthetic is a-comin'. In what form, though? That's Vexen's decision. Xaldin would have thrown in a gas mask for Xion to breathe through. ]

[ this is it. she could still run, turn away from this place and its unknown terrors, and never look back.

but there's a chance. even the tiniest chance... there's just no way she can refuse it. so, trying to keep from trembling, she follows Vexen's request wordlessly and hops up on the table, keeping her hands clasped so they won't shake.

she's still sitting up, though. she has no idea what this requires of her, so if she has to lay down, someone's gonna need to tell her ... or just push her. ]

[Given it's Vexen, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that the anesthetic arrives in the form of a needleful of some unnameable liquid. It'll get the job done though.

Hopefully Xion's not afraid of needles, since he wastes little time in administering it.]

You'll want to lie down.

And sleep.

[ He made sure not to reveal the scalpel in-hand. It would most probably frighten her, considering it's a bloody scalpel. Best not to make the patient worry, the doctors will take care of her.

Not that they're doctors. Just scientists. ]

[ well. she's not, mostly because she hasn't actually ever seen one in person before, even if she knew what it was, but she lets out a gasp of pain and surprise. the effect is nearly instantaneous; she feels woozy, and lays down without protest.

she's still awake for now, and watches them hazily. ]

[Vexen just sort of looks over her dispassionately for a moment - perhaps judging how much longer it'll be before the anesthetic takes hold? - before turning to Xaldin.]

We'll be needing to open her up. Ah, and I'll be needing that.

[points to something just out of Xion's line of sight.]

[ He twirled it between his fingers with ease, the blade not touching his fingers at all. Xion might be able to spy something shiny -- ]

May I?

Edited 2010-06-08 15:39 (UTC)

[ she supposes she would feel a sense of foreboding, if she could feel anything besides some vague fuzziness in her brain. she watches with eyes half-lidded, not really understanding what she's seeing, though what she's hearing dimly registers. open her up...?

it's maybe ten seconds before she passes out. ]

[Vexen nods slightly at Xaldin's request. He's also been so good with bladed implements and this way the blood won't technically be on his hands.]

Of course. I trust you know what we need?

Of course I do.

[ He stopped moving the scalpel. if Xion could see what was left, it would be that small blade with the diamond edge. And it reached towards her body, the mask being placed on Xaldin with the wind.

He'll leave Vexen to handle the rest of her later. ~~Handwaving time --~~ ]

Edited 2010-06-09 04:47 (UTC)

[ well, that lovely memory is going to stick with her for a while.

thankfully for her, she's finally passed out. ]

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