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Post by Akito on Nov 19, 2009 9:03:15 GMT -5
[Open only to Rocket and Guest/s]
A poor figure of a man, the Chilly Academic, was laid in a room of white, trapped in the middle of an iron wrought cage that was overgrown with all manner of thorn and flower. The white walls of Castle Oblivion someone bright like him would no doubt deduce. There was but a single door exit in front of him, as if it were purposely placed there to mock him. To tease him with the possibility of freedom that never existed. His weapon was gone, confiscated and he would find that the ice of his powers did not damage or change in any way the iron bars of his cage.
More than that, His fingers were numb. No, his whole body was numb. There was something in the air, some aroma that was both exotic and intoxicating. It paralyzed his limbs completely for the fist few weeks. However, after being exposed to it so long the paralysis was no longer...complete. The blonde haired scientist found he could now move his limbs albeit to a limited degree.
Only three had come to visit him - all of his compatriots from the days of Castle Oblivion. Of particular note, the pink-haired one had thrown him in his cage a 'Bird of Paradise' flower after having spoken not a word at the trapped scientist. Just that ever steady look of disdain.
What would become of him? What did that detestable pink-haired man want?
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Post by IV. Vexen on Nov 19, 2009 18:18:19 GMT -5
It was a heavy weight to bear.
That is to say, the air.
A listless tongue laid heavily in the Nobody's dry mouth. His eyes found little to wander over, and his hands... unable to bear the load of the heavy air that wrought down on the grey, hazy memory of one Even.
Tricked, his mind told him. Get up, and defeat those who would stop you.
He had tried. To no avail.
No, it wasn't the air that bore down so. It was this evocative aroma that so tightly wound it's hidden agendas into the sublime bliss of an unspoken fragrance... long lost. In it's hold, the academic could do little more than keep a fine inner chill about himself, elongating the time with which he could spend unnourished far more than a tenfold's tenfold.
But even then, he could not do so. His mind, so enraptured by the divine paralytic, could not keep the rampant worries and thoughts in line long enough to recognize the issue of malnourishment. It was a Nobody's greatest tool that saved Vexen from a hidden, shadowy demise.
His subconscious. It's instinctual response to a lack of food brought about the lowered core temperature... but only so far. The conscious mind haphazardly attempted to wrest control over the inner soul, regain control of all that potential energy resting mere centimeters below the skin's surface with no success.
There was only so much a genius' instinct could do.
And so it was that opportunity saw fit to arise.
His thumb absently scratched a neighboring finger.
Breath was no longer hard to come by.
The path to retribution was paved.
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The first thing Vexen saw fit to do upon regaining full use over his mental facilities was memorize his current position. The slightest twist of a pinky finger, the faint curl of his lip downwards, and the slump of the shoulders across the metal.
For future reference.
The first thing Vexen saw fit to do upon seizing the mind's controller for the body was blink.
It was going to take more than one blink for anything to be visible.
The captive proceeded to blink until whitewashed walls and dull grey lined with thorns came into being about the Nobody.
Captive.
The word sprung from some dark corner of the scientist's mind. The first of many thoughts to come.
I am captive.
I have been placed into captivity?
Viewing is not optimal. Not a priority.
The focus was capture.
A prisoner, then.
Who by?
Who by indeed? Who had seen fit to draw out the--
Marluxia.
Ah. Never mind.
The ridiculous excuse for a cage had his hand about it more than Larxene and an unlocked laboratory.
...
Ah. A memory. At long last.
...
It was only then that Vexen instinctually showed emotion. A scowl of distrust, the likes of which the castle had never seen.
I have three enemies.
And who all else the may ally with.
A fact I gladly accept.
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A mental inventory was in order.
The Frozen Pride was gone.
He wasn't sure, as he couldn't do more than move his arms a feeble few inches, but odds were more than likely that the traitorous remnant of what could only be a flower girl had seen fit to remove Vexen's personal technologies. He need not count on his data collection field.
The frosty core of the cloaked individual signified a staying power. Such was luck, or a lack of foresight on Marluxia's part. Vexen was inclined to believe it to be the latter.
What Vexen needed... was a plan.
Newly invigorated eyes looked up from the dusty eye sockets of a captive Nobody. With a quick scan about the cage, the chilly academic looked to identify what served as a lock and key in this solitary, white room.
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Post by Akito on Nov 20, 2009 7:19:37 GMT -5
His attempts to find a lock or a key would fail. Not because he was too weak to, but because there were no obvious locks nor keys. Only the cage, the white room and the 'Bird of Paradise' flower Marluxia had thrown in his cage.
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Post by Rocket! on Nov 25, 2009 17:42:42 GMT -5
Tch.
There can be no entrance if there is no exit.
Heavy green eyes looked over the solitary flower, laying in the cage.
The traitorous neophyte had seen fit to leave him a present. How very quaint.
Vexen had no interest in touching the flower. If anything, it was his intent to avoid it as a whole.
The Nobody's thoughts turned to the ivory greenery that latched onto the metal contraption. The scientist's mind racked upon itself for details, searching for the genus, type, species, any sort of hallowed memory that might present itself in the name of aid...
[ Attempting to discern the plant life on the cage's nature. Has Vexen seen if before, or heard of it?
Also, sorry for the delay! ^^;; ]
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Post by Akito on Nov 25, 2009 20:39:18 GMT -5
The plantae wrapped around the bars seemed foreign, even were one to have an encyclopedic knowledge of plant life. These plants were born from Marluxia's darkness and his oblivion. They were not normal. In fact, the only normal and recognizable plant life must be that 'Bird of Paradise' Vexen chose to ignore.
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Post by Rocket! on Dec 6, 2009 18:18:47 GMT -5
[ GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Yes, but what does he know about this "Bird of Paradise" flower?! ]
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Post by Akito on Feb 27, 2010 6:04:54 GMT -5
[It was given for a reason and maybe it's better not to ignore it xD If Marluxia really wanted to screw him over, he could've done so directly instead of using some flower.
I had assumed Vexen, being a scientist, you could've assumed he had a more encyclopaedic knowledge of things. If it helps, you may invent a conversation between him and Marluxia concerning this flower and its -meaning-?]
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao