Who Knew [Seven]

[Nine (No. 9)]

A big yawn escaped the mouth of one hot headed dragoon as he lay sprawled across the sofa within his and King’s dorm. There were textbooks and papers sprawled across the table next to him, and of course there was a flustered King sitting on the floor as he looked towards his project partner for a brief moment. “Do you do anything productive, ever?” the mulleted blonde asked with a huff as he shook his head, knowing it was impossible to get through Nine’s thick skull. With a cheeky grin, Nine turned a bit so that he could see his partner, his arms folded behind his head with one leg on the couch itself and one hanging off, he was just being lazy today. “Aw come on! I had to deal with Trey an’ Queen for the last project, can’t ya cut me a bit o’ slack?” he groaned, still with that childish grin on his face as he laid there, completely…lazy and not being helpful whatsoever. The look King gave him actually wiped the cheeky grin off of Nine’s face and made him sit up. “…nevermind.”

Moving a book to his lap, Nine frowned slightly, tilting his head as he flipped through a few pages. “What is it we’re lookin’ for in these books?” he asked King with a questionable and obviously uninterested tone, obviously this was not Nine’s cup of tea, school work and stuff, that didn’t mean he never did it. At least with people helping – yes, even Queen and Trey – that was an automatic good grade, right? “We’re supposed to be looking up the history of Rubrum, just like our project a short while ago. Right now we’re looking at Rubrum’s relationship with Concordia.” Okay, that was…boring. Nine shrugged his shoulders and decided that complaining wasn’t even worth his time. With a sigh though, he flipped a few more pages and leaned back against the sofa cushions, wishing he could just go to sleep. His entire evening had consisted of this…sort of. At least King was responsible and determined to get stuff done – enough that he’d already done a good majority of the work for this assignment thus far – and Nine didn’t do much aside from listing off page numbers where he found important looking bolded words. Yeah, this was a great assignment, at least Kurasame gave them good partners this time.

“Have you found anything on the former queens and kinds of Concordia? Perhaps related to Andoria-“ Nine’s cell phone went off, blaring some obnoxious rock song and the sound of vibration as it gently scooted across the table with each ring. King sighed and rolled his eyes, slumping back and resting against the sofa where he was sitting on the ground, waiting for Nine. Nine reached forward and picked up the phone, seeing the pretty face that appeared on his phone from a picture, a grin came to his face and that’s when King shook his head and moved to his feet. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I’ll grab a couple of sodas.” He commented before leaving the room and letting Nine be by himself when answering the phone. “Heeeeeeeello?” he spoke almost obnoxiously as he heard simply silence on the other end. His face a was a bit puzzled as he looked to make sure his phone wasn’t muted or anything. “Hey? Seven?” he commented, but still there wasn’t anything. Perhaps this was the typical butt-dial of this century.

With a sigh, Nine was getting ready to hang up, but a croaked sounding voice came across the line. It was Seven, but it didn’t sound normal, not strong whatsoever. “Fr…ont…ga…te…” was all she said before the call was ended, and Nine could only blink and stare at his phone for a moment. Front gate? Seven had sounded hurt from all of the two words that Nine had heard. He rose to his feet and kept a good grip on his phone just in case Seven called him again, he turned and stepped onto the sofa before leaping over the back – not wanting to bother with simply walking around it. Without so much as a word to his roommate, Nine fled the room quickly, his pace moving from a walk, to a quick stride…from that, he moved to a jog. It was dusk outside so most students weren’t out and about within the school, making it easy and quick to get outside…which was what he wanted. Where was he going? Well, to the front gate of course. By the time he got outside, his pace was a dead run. If anyone from his class had been hurt and given him such a call, he would’ve done the same thing, whether it was Ace, Deuce, or even Queen. Nine had a heart.

Moving across the courtyard, he finally pocketed his phone, knowing for some reason that Seven wouldn’t be calling him again, he was panicked, but his face was simply deadpan, his bright blue eyes searching in the dusky light for a silver haired student, for Seven. Once reaching the front gate, he slipped out and saw what it was he was supposed to be seeing. Seven hadn’t crawled here on her own accord…he could see the marks from some sort of air machine in the ground, someone had been here recently, but whoever it was didn’t matter right now…all he could do was move and skid across the dirt as he was on one knee at Seven’s side, looking at her frantically and reaching his hand to her wrist to check for a pulse…

“…what…the hell happened to you…”

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Muse:[/color] Excellent!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
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Listening To:[/color] Wake me up when September ends: Green Day
Notes:[/color] Muuuuuuuuuuse

[Seven (No. 7)]

“Nugh…”

The woman lay where she had collapsed, barely able to move any longer. Chest raised slowly, ragged breathes claiming her frame, proof of the spark of life beating within. Slow, but still alive. Through her foggy brain that was still spinning from the physical attacks she had taken, Seven knew she had to have help. She wouldn’t be able to get inside the building. She had drug herself for a good ten yards before giving up the ghost. She hadn’t been able to make it any further. Even now, she reached her hands out to try and grasp something to drag herself more, a small whimper escaping from her lips, eyes swimming as she tried to see before her.

With a grunt, she tried to get to her hands and knees, only to fall back down, crumpling there. Closing her eyes in pain, Seven winced and then forced her arm to work. Drawing it down, she fished for her phone and tried to get her numb fingers to clasp around it. It slipped out of her hands and clattered onto the ground, just out of her reach. With a near sob of frustration, Seven grit her teeth and forced her legs to work, trying to scoot toward the phone. Her breath was coming in shallow half gasp, half sobs, before her fingers closed around it again. Pulling it toward her, Seven fumbled with the buttons, hardly able to see beyond the blur of her own eyes. Yet, she got to her contacts and pressed call, not caring who it was that she got. As it worked out, she rang for Nine.

When she heard his voice, she wanted to weep in relief. Everything would be okay! Nine would come and find her. He would come to get her. He would make everything okay, yet as she tried to tell him to come do so, she couldn’t seem to get anything out other than a pitiful little squeak. Swallowing, she tried again. “Fr…ont…ga…te…” It was all she managed to get out before she slumped down again, her phone disconnecting. All she could do was wait now. Nine would come for her. With another little whimper, Seven curled up where she lay, her hand resting on her phone.

She lay there for some time, images of Qator Bashtar running through her mind. Had he been serious when he had said that he was going to be starting a war with Rubrum? Seven didn’t know, her mind was too muddled to really think. It wasn’t long before she heard him. Blinking, Seven tried to look up, seeing a blurry vision of Nine as he checked her pulse. “I’m...”, she couldn’t continue, as a pain shot through her body and she ended in a grimace, tensing her body up. She hated anyone to see her in such a state, but now that he was here, she couldn’t seem to completely control herself. Her body was covered in bruises, some marks covering her cheeks and forehead as well. She must look a sight, with her hair in disarray, uniform tattered, and haggard appearances.

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Words:; 661
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Front Gate
Outfit:; Student uniform
Tagged:; Nine :3
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/b] Heartbreak Town - Dixie Chicks

[Nine (No. 9)]

Nine hadn’t heard Seven’s voice ever sound like that before. It sounded broken and weak, and unless this was her idea of a cruel joke…something serious was up. A serious Nine had emerged…that was a rare treat for anyone, but for his classmates, it occurred every once in awhile should something bad have happened. If Deuce were in distress about something, he would’ve comforted her as best as he could, he really was ‘big brother Nine’ to the entire class, or well…to most of them. He was sure that if anyone dared hurt even…Queen, he would’ve leaped into big brother mode, but he was sure there would be no issue, King would surely shoot anyone that messed with her anyways, if she didn’t stab them first, but the point being…Nine could be serious, especially at a time like this...when he’d heard the obvious hurt and pain in Seven’s voice, his entire mindset had shifted.

He’d made his way across the courtyard, out the gate and found his classmate. He looked down at her with somewhat of a worried look. Seven was a strong girl, she was tough and could easily take down someone when it came to fighting, but here she looked so fragile, so broken and beaten. It was a horrendous sight to be seeing, especially if you were a person like Nine. He hated complications, he liked everything in plain black and white…and this was just bringing up different shades he didn’t quite understand. Someone had beaten Seven and left her at the academy’s gates to rot for all they cared. All at once Nine was feeling anger, worry, and a mix of other things he didn’t know of. He sure was concerned, checking her pulse and hearing a break of her voice, not getting many words out of her…but at least she was alive. That was the important part right? He was going to haul her to Arecia, to doctors…anyone that could help, he sure as hell was no mage and knew very little about healing magic…this was going to be in someone else’s hands.

“Don’ worry.” He spoke, leaving his words short as he shifted Seven around a bit, placing one arm under her knees, and a hand under her back, the dragoon easily hoisted her up into his arms carefully and slowly, making sure he didn’t practically toss her around after all the things she’d probably been through recently. Turning around towards the gate, he slipped inside and walked at a steady pace, his face written with determination. He was going to find out who did this to her…he was going to make them pay for harming his family. “Seven, jus’ keep on talkin’ as much as ya can okay? I wanna hear that voice o’ yers.” He commented in a serious Nine-like tone as he turned his eyes to her for a brief second, looking at her face and trying to see how she was holding up. He could tell just by how she looked that she was hurting, and a great deal of pain had been inflicted…but if she could remain talking, that would ease his ongoing nerves about her current state. If she could even mumble out useless words to keep him satisfied…at least until he got her to some sort of help.

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Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Seven
Wearing:[/color] Already linked.
Listening To:[/color] Shattered: Trading Yesterday
Notes:[/color] Sorry for the short D8

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven blinked and tried to focus on the man she knew so well, but eventually she just closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing in and out. That seemed to be taking all her effort at the moment, and her ribs hurt with every breath, like they might be broken. No…no might about it, they were definitely broken. That was what was causing her so much pain in her torso, or one of the reasons. Lying on the hard ground wasn’t comfortable, but she highly doubted that anything she did was going to be comfy. She was, after all, bruised in just about every part of her body. It hurt to move, but then again, it hurt to not as well. Everything hurt when you were in this sort of situation.

His calm, deep voice was soothing to her, and Seven found herself trying to nod when he told her not to worry. Nine could be an ass at times, but in this situation, Seven knew that he would take care of her. She had seen the ways that he acted around kids like Cinque and Deuce. Those two girls were like little sisters to him, and Seven always found it endearing whenever he was gentle around them. The time she had told him that though, he had scoffed it off and said that she was just imagining things. But she wasn’t. He was downright gentle with those girls, and she was sure he would try to do the same with her. When he shifted her though, she couldn’t suppress the slight groan that escaped her lips. Her body was on fire, screaming to be in some soft bed and not have to worry about anything else.

She knew he was trying to be gentle, but the slightest movement hurt. Clasping at his arm weakly, Seven turned her face into his chest, holding the sob to a small whimper, trying to drown it out by pressing her face to him. He was so warm, and he was being so gentle, that she closed her eyes again and tried to relax against him. She felt the drowsiness start to overtake her while she struggled to stay as alert as possible. Though unconsciousness might be blissful, Seven hated to feel so weak as to pass out just from a little pain.

Grunting slightly, Seven struggled to open her eyes, glassy vision peering up at him. “What…do you wa-…nt me to, ke-…ep talking about?”, she questioned slowly, feeling as if her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth. Seven knew why he wanted her to talk, or at least, through her muddled mind, she thought she knew, but as for what to talk about, she was at somewhat of a loss. Exce-…”Nin…e…if Byakko…invaded. Would…would they win?” She put the question to him, remembering Qator’s words. She had to warn them…warn someone about the intentions of their neighboring country invading in the future. If they came, Seven tried to figure out in her mind if they could hold them back. But…she couldn’t hardly think like this.

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Words:; 656
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Gate
Outfit:; Tattered uniform
Tagged:; Nine
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/b] Your Every Color - Train

[Nine (No. 9)]

To say Nine was panicked…would be an understatement. For anyone in his family of Class Zero to be hurt…he would be worried no matter what. Normally he liked boosting the morale of his pals, but in this case…someone needed to boost HIS morale. He needed to calm himself down and just do what he could to assist Seven and make sure she was okay. Seeing her though, he was sure that she was hurt and any slight movement would harm her as well. He did what he could to be gentle with her as he moved her around and into his arms. He tried to move her little, trying to get her comfortable in his arms so she wouldn’t slip out of his arms or anything. The sight hadn’t been the prettiest, but so long as she was alive…Nine was only slightly happier, but not by much.

Holding her, telling Seven to keep talking, Nine wasn’t good at handling stress or situations like this, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t handle them. “Uh…jus’ keep talkin’ ‘bout…anythin’.” He commented with a small shrug of his shoulders, not moving Seven around in his arms too much, doing what he could to avoid putting her through any pain. What was he supposed to do? He was going to take her to see Arecia, but last he had heard, she was away for reasons unknown to Nine, if there wasn’t Arecia…she just needed to rest and be taken care of, right? Perhaps he could find a potion somewhere! Hell, if he had to spend all the gil he had to buy a potion from one troll of a merchant named Carla…then Nine would do that. First thing was first, he needed to get her somewhere where she could lay down and be comfortable. As comfortable as someone who had been brutally injured could be, almost anything and everything was starting to worry the blonde right now, it was a miracle he kept a rather expressionless look on his face rather than a fearful one. If he was expressing all the crazy thoughts he had on the inside…Seven should be more afraid of what would happen to Nine’s sanity.

“Talk ‘bout Sice, talk ‘bout what you have about Kurasame’s Classes. Has Carla tried to con you into buyin’ anything from her? What about Kazusa? Isn’t he just a crazy bastard?” Nine said quickly, trying to throw topics at her, to keep her talking about anything and everything. Mostly, he was trying to distract himself as his footsteps picked up pace, he wandered through the halls quickly, his eyes moving quickly, catching the gazes of a few wandering students, but they always seemed to revert back to Seven. She looked so…painful. When she spoke up again, her voice just as strained as ever, Nine’s eyes were immediately on her face, listening to her carefully as she spoke her broken words. “Hell to the no they wouldn’t win! Rubrum’s got the best defense to take up any nation. We’ve got soldiers, we’ve got this school, and what do they have? A few high ranking soldiers and some flashy lookin’ airships that may or may not work. If they ever thought about invadin’ an’ hurtin’ any of my family…I’ll be sure they meet my lance face to face.” He said in a bitter tone, that ending bit of course.

It was then a grim curiosity came across his mind. With a hesitation, Nine noticed he’d already gotten near the dorms, his feet steering him in the direction of his and King’s dorm. If anyone was going to look after Seven, it was going to he himself. King was just going to have to shut up, and Nine was sure that the mullet-man wouldn’t object to any of this…he was sure King would be worried about Seven as well, they were really close anyways. That didn’t mean everything would be great. “Seven…can you tell me who did this to you?” that was the question Nine had wanted to ask since he found her laying outside that gate, whoever did this to Seven…they were going to die.

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Words: 784
Muse: Great!
Tagged: Seven
Wearing: Already linked?
Listening To: Movie!
Notes: Nada!

[Seven (No. 7)]

Seven struggled against the darkness that kept trying to settle itself across her eyes. She knew that she had to stay awake, but somehow that was much easier said than done. Her entire body struggled and screamed for the rest that it needed. How could she really deny it of that? But Nine had told her to keep talking and try to stay awake. Even through her fog, Seven realized that was what she had to do. Didn’t they say that with concussions the people had to stay awake, because they might not wake up if they did fall asleep? That was something she had heard, and she had no doubt that she had gotten some head injury. She was resilient, but the man, Qator, had tossed her around fairly badly, so much so that her head ached, just like the rest of her. Because he wanted her to stay awake, Seven tried to do just that. Before it had only been a strong desire to stay awake until someone had found her that had caused her to stay awake, and now it was only because Nine was telling her to do so.

Anything? What was included in anything? Wincing in pain, Seven felt her body tighten with every step, and pressed her face up against his shirt again. Hell, he felt warm and safe, and right at the moment, she could use a little warm and safe. She wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but…Seven thought that it might be to Arecia or to the infirmary. Seven wouldn’t be denying any medical attention that she got…no way. Despite that, she still didn’t know what to talk to him about. Seven had never exactly been the talkative sort, and right now her mind was failing her in the ‘come up with things to talk about’ area of life. Obviously Nine must have caught onto that, because he started to give her some ideas about what she might want to talk about. Seven started chuckling when he mentioned Carla, before she felt a sharp spike of pain and quickly stopped herself. “I…I heard Queen gave…Kazusa hell the other day for…something.”, she mentioned weakly, feeling the humor come up within her yet again when she thought about it. “I’d have liked to…to see…that.”

After that though, Seven just had to speak her mind, asking Nine if Byakko would win if…no…when they invaded. His immediate denial gave her relief. “…Good.”, she struggled to come out with, the pain causing her to wince every now and again. What he continued with gave her more and more relief. “I…hope you’re right.”, she whispered out against his chest. “I think…soon…” Seven stopped when she felt a flood of pain again. Etro that hurt, why did it hurt so much?

His question got her to nod slowly against his chest. “Kura…same’s enemy with…the eye patch. Qator? It was him...” Seven blinked to try and ward off the darkness again, trying to get the strength to tell Nine all about it, and tried to explain about what had happened even with her slight strength. “I wandered too far-…” For another second she just lay in his arms, wishing that the pain would pass. Oh Etro…would Rubrum really be okay like he said? Seven knew that war would be the result of this…she just knew it. How could it be anything but war? That man, that Qator, had been so clear when he had started to explain what was to happen and what was to come in the future. Yes…there would be war.

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Words:; 760
Muse:; Good!
Location:; Rubrum hallway
Outfit:; Ragged uniform
Tagged:; Nine
Notes:; :3
Listening To:;[/b] Whenever, wherever - Shakira