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Intro: Oh, dear. Injured Liam. Bad mansion!
easilyflustered wrote in pandoraheartsdr
Liam is confused to find himself in an unfamiliar library.

He had only just left his room in search of information on the outcome of the battle at Yura's party. Well, really, he went in search of information about Xerxes. And there was a bag of emotional worms, what with Break having nearly killed himself to avenge Liam and then admitting he cared, making their relationship even more confusing than it already was.

After waking up, he took a few of the painkillers the doctors had left by his bed. Because he has not had a need to take strong painkillers, they're hitting him rather hard. He defied the order to stay in bed--Rufus-sama was going to be rather angry at him about that--to find someone to ask for information.

It's not like he opened a door to a library. The door he opened, which should have led to the hallway, is gone and he's standing in between bookshelves.

He frowns, wondering if he's having some sort of hallucinatory reaction to the pills.

In fact, he's rather convinced that's the case. In his mind, there are only two alternatives: that he was somehow pulled into the Abyss, or he died from his injuries after all and is stuck in some strange afterlife, and those options are far less acceptable than drug-induced hallucinations.

Since he has no idea where he is and thus cannot get back to his room, he's looking with some interest at the strange collection of books.

He hears a noise and glances around.


(For anyone who happens upon him, have a post-Yura pseudo-canon Liam. He's wearing his dressing robe over a pair of pajama pants--he woke without a shirt and the effort of putting one on was clearly too much--and slippers. His arm is in a sling, and so the left arm of his robe is empty, the arm just tucked inside. He's sporting bandages on his forehead and a bandage over a cut on the left side of his face, and he's wearing undamaged spare glasses. His earrings are missing, something he has yet to notice, likely taken off by the doctors. If he walks, you'll notice he limps, something that may or may not go away as he heals.

Good luck convincing him that this isn't a hallucination.)

[ooc - I'm a little rusty with RP, but tags or prose is fine. It might take time for me to tag back sometimes (why, three jobs, why?). For details about this particular Liam, check his journal.

Also, I'm doing this ill-advised. A certain mun is going to give me terrible glares for ages because of this. Sorry. Brain went on strike.]

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*staaaaring. Have a Break down at the other end of the shelf, a couple books clutched in one floppy white sleeve, and -- huh. It seems distinctly as though he's looking at you, rather than just in your general direction. Why, how odd.*

---What in the world happened to you? *frowning deeply* Should you even be walking around in a state like that?

[A little relieved] Xerxes? You're alright, then.

[Liam is far too out of it to notice that his eye has focused and the implications of that, and too taken aback by the questions

He blinks at Break uncertainly, not sure if this is some sort of incredibly unfunny game.]

You were there and nearly got yourself killed because of it. [irritably] I was looking for you.

Excuse me? *pout* I haven't gotten myself nearly killed in months, thank you very much--

Ahh, wait. Are you new? *glancing the other up and down again. It probably isn't just the painkillers making it sound like he knows what state Liam's in merely by looking his way.*

... What? [snaps] You nearly got yourself killed right in front of me a few hours ago, Xerxes Break!

[eyes him uncertainly at that question

He's starting to think that this is a complete hallucination. Break has been blind for months.]

Am I... what?

New. *scratching his head a bit, then turning to lay the books on a random shelf before he reaches for Liam's (uninjured) arm, intending to drag the other man over to a seat* Did you come in here intending to use the library, or because you have no clue where you are? If it's the latter, then you're new.

New to what?

[Liam lets him take his arm, though that one is sore, too, and allows him to lead him. Maybe the hallucination is going to lead him back to his room.]

I opened the door to the hallway, and it disappeared. Clearly, I'm having a hallucinatory reaction to the painkillers. [insistently] This can't be a library, not really. It's impossible.

Oh, it's definitely a library. *dryly* I would demonstrate by smacking you over the head with a book, but you look to have had your fill of that sort of thing recently. *seeing him to one of the overstuffed chairs sitting around the fireplace, then plopping into a nearby one himself*

Hnn. I would say 'welcome to the manor', but that seems needlessly cruel. *brief, sardonic laugh* You've just been transported to an entirely different place from where you were before, and unfortunately the door doesn't swing both ways... ...are you following? *eyeing the other's face rather closely now. If Liam's feeling loopy enough to be convinced he's hallucinating, Break doesn't want to overwhelm him with too much information at once.*

[sits down carefully, wincing slightly, and frowns at him] But there's no library anywhere near my room...

[stares at him blankly for a loooooong moment]

(Look what's out and wandering about, absolutely thrilled that her Contractor is safe-- even if this Liam isn't hers.

So March Hare floats towards him, chirruping delightedly.)

[Liam startles, swaying slightly and steadying himself on the bookcase. Stares at the Hare uncertainly.

For the first time he's realized that he can't feel the Hare in his head.]


(Hare goes behind him, using her long ears to steady him by his shoulders.)

Master Liam, you should be resting.

[Liam winces at the pressure on his left shoulder, but relaxes into her softness anyway. It's... comforting. He's confused at the Hare manifesting when he didn't call her.]

I need to find Xerxes first. I don't... I don't know if he's alright.

(Whatever body-- if it even exists-- under the cloak rumbles gently, almost like a purr.)

In this place, he is.

[Relaxes even more at that, completely misunderstanding, too tired and sore to think about how the Hare worded it. His voice is relieved.]

Then he didn't die? Is he resting, then?

Edited at 2011-03-17 01:54 am (UTC)

(An ear pats her master on the head, feather-light in its touch.)

Perhaps at this time, master. Though I am quite sure he would not be if he knew that you are moving about in your state.


Rufus has, in deed, been having minor conniptions. There are only rumours circling around the mansion about what happened.

He needs information.

"Where are your clothes? Are you quite all right? Come here this instant."

Oh dear. Caught.

Liam winces, but obeys. He can't quite hide the limp, or his exhaustion.

"Rufus-sama..." He forces himself to focus on answering his master's questions. "I could not dress with my injuries, but I needed to know..."

He hesitates, before asking. "What... What was the outcome of Yura's party? Is everyone alright?"

He doesn't quite dare ask about Xerxes specifically.

"Quite honestly, I have no idea whatsoever."

He hurries to him all the same.

"I just heard you were hurt."

The answer is not relieving at all. If Barma doesn't know... Is it not over yet?

"Sharon-sama used Eques to transport me away, after." His lips twist slightly at the too-fresh memory. "The Baskervilles were there, searching for the Sealing Stone. I had the misfortune to run into one."

He takes a deep breath before admitting, "I had to use my chain."

"Well, that would explain the reports of your death."

He lets out a breath.

"Come with me, I'll put tea on, you can tell me the entire story."

Liam grimaces at the memory, but nods. Tea would be quite nice. He is a bit surprised that Duke Barma has not become angry that he's up and around.

"I may need a doctor, sir. The painkillers are causing hallucinations," he murmurs. "I know I'm in the hallway outside my quarters, but what I'm seeing is a library."

"You're not hallucinating."

And there are no doctors to bring him to.

"You aren't in your quarters. You are in a library- I'm afraid, to complicate matters, you've also fallen into a universe other than your own."


He stares for a moment, but Barma looks far too serious to doubt him.

"But how?"

And, maybe more importantly, how was Lord Barma pulled into it as well?

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