Dilan was just as heavy and unwieldy as Lexaeus had thought. Nothing he couldn't handle, not when he'd spent over a decade comfortably swinging around a weapon as heavy as Skysplitter as though it were nothing more cumbersome than a mere hatchet..... But a considerable burden nonetheless. At least Dilan was mercifully still in his arms, once his first efforts at struggling had been swiftly and brutally punished by the renewed pain of his own body's unnatural changes.....Lexaeus hadn't even needed to raise a hand, or his voice, for Dilan to become far more manageable.
.....That certainly was handy, wasn't it? Even this dark little stormcloud proved to have some kind of silver lining, after all.
"Of course." Lexaeus bowed his head in a silent gesture of acceptance as he shouldered the door open, stepping out into the hall. That, at least, might have seemed more like the Lexaeus he had known--or at least, the Lexaeus he had thought he had known. A quick, concise agreement, ready acceptance of orders, obedience and even deference to authority figures pulling their rank even in small ways..... This was the Lexaeus that had seemed not so different from Aeleus once upon a time, not that self-assured stranger who stood poised and confident to lead, and expected to be obeyed himself, who stated his intentions as though they were already concrete facts of reality. Even carrying Dilan away by force against his will, for the moment at least, Lexaeus was actually listening to him.
Sadly, it wouldn't be so easy as to simply demand Aeleus being returned to him, not when (as always) Lexaeus seemed intent on carrying through Dilan's demand (and his own intentions) as fully as possible. Rather than waste time with a slow, uncomfortable walk that would surely jar Dilan's new growths horribly..... Lexaeus simply chose not to walk at all. They rose only a few inches off the floor, maybe a foot at most--but the decisive speed with which Lexaeus could move while levitating was a likely startling contrast to his usual pace. The ride to Even's bedroom door was quick enough; Lexaeus half-turned away as they landed, to rap on the door sharply with the heel of his boot. Under circumstances like these, who would blame him for dispensing with Aeleus' typical courtesies? "Even?"
The insistent summons was met with a distinct groan of protest, and the reluctant shuffle of footsteps; Even soon answered the door in a white robe that reached nearly to the floor, hair just beginning to escape from a loose, messy bun. Ever-ready glare of irritation aside, he didn't look much like himself at this hour, either--but that, at least, was far more understandable. "You'd better have a very good reason for making such a racket at this Light-forsaken hour, Aeleus. What--what.....?"
For a long moment after the door opened, Even simply stood and stared, faltering at the sight of Dilan being carried while his shoulders and back seemed to writhe with motion just beneath the surface. To his credit, though, Even's stunned incomprehension was fleeting at best. He narrowed his eyes at them both--though whether he was just making his displeasure at the whole situation known, or was just trying to figure out what in the world had happened and what he should do about it, the world may never know. Even let his door swing shut behind him and beckoned impatiently at the pair as he strode past, brusque and imperious as always. If anything, perhaps it was really Even who had changed the least, upon becoming a Nobody..... "You can tell me on the way. Quickly, now!"
Even didn't ask where they were going, and Lexaeus didn't tell him; he simply fell into 'step' a respectful distance behind Even as the man led the way, levitating this time at a more reasonable speed to keep pace. Aeleus and Dilan weren't the only ones who could read each other and work well together, it seemed; Lexaeus and Even--Vexen? What was even the difference between those two, really?--knew what to expect of each other without bothering to ask, and acted on that knowledge like a well-oiled machine, saving their words for what was actually immediately important. "It seems to be some sort of skeletal growth--I'm not sure of the extent of any potential connection or integration, or what other tissue may be involved. The rate of growth is unnaturally quick--that seems to have been caused by a Cure spell."
"And the primary cause?"
"I don't know. It seems to have a very strong connection to a violent nightmare--as though it's making real injuries that were only imagined."
Even only made a displeased, noncommittal noise at that; he didn't offer any niceties, and he clearly didn't need to, either; for the moment, Lexaeus seemed like a dog well at heel, and Even like a master who couldn't even fathom the concept of not being obeyed. Even as they stepped into the infirmary, Lexaeus was turning back to Even for guidance and advice. "We're going to need to make some incisions before he tears himself open, I think."
"I can tell. Get him out of those clothes, onto the table, and ready for me--I don't want any obstructions. If we still have any prepared anesthetic doses stocked, administer one. I need to bring in some supplies." Even flapped a hand at the pair, aggressively shooing them even as he spun on his heel to retrace his steps. Lexaeus simply bowed his head again in wordless acknowledgment to the orders being snapped at him; while Even left the way they came, Lexaeus simply kept going, passing rows of recovery beds and privacy curtains on their way into the surgery room.
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Date: 2015-07-21 04:12 am (UTC).....That certainly was handy, wasn't it? Even this dark little stormcloud proved to have some kind of silver lining, after all.
"Of course." Lexaeus bowed his head in a silent gesture of acceptance as he shouldered the door open, stepping out into the hall. That, at least, might have seemed more like the Lexaeus he had known--or at least, the Lexaeus he had thought he had known. A quick, concise agreement, ready acceptance of orders, obedience and even deference to authority figures pulling their rank even in small ways..... This was the Lexaeus that had seemed not so different from Aeleus once upon a time, not that self-assured stranger who stood poised and confident to lead, and expected to be obeyed himself, who stated his intentions as though they were already concrete facts of reality. Even carrying Dilan away by force against his will, for the moment at least, Lexaeus was actually listening to him.
Sadly, it wouldn't be so easy as to simply demand Aeleus being returned to him, not when (as always) Lexaeus seemed intent on carrying through Dilan's demand (and his own intentions) as fully as possible. Rather than waste time with a slow, uncomfortable walk that would surely jar Dilan's new growths horribly..... Lexaeus simply chose not to walk at all. They rose only a few inches off the floor, maybe a foot at most--but the decisive speed with which Lexaeus could move while levitating was a likely startling contrast to his usual pace. The ride to Even's bedroom door was quick enough; Lexaeus half-turned away as they landed, to rap on the door sharply with the heel of his boot. Under circumstances like these, who would blame him for dispensing with Aeleus' typical courtesies? "Even?"
The insistent summons was met with a distinct groan of protest, and the reluctant shuffle of footsteps; Even soon answered the door in a white robe that reached nearly to the floor, hair just beginning to escape from a loose, messy bun. Ever-ready glare of irritation aside, he didn't look much like himself at this hour, either--but that, at least, was far more understandable. "You'd better have a very good reason for making such a racket at this Light-forsaken hour, Aeleus. What--what.....?"
For a long moment after the door opened, Even simply stood and stared, faltering at the sight of Dilan being carried while his shoulders and back seemed to writhe with motion just beneath the surface. To his credit, though, Even's stunned incomprehension was fleeting at best. He narrowed his eyes at them both--though whether he was just making his displeasure at the whole situation known, or was just trying to figure out what in the world had happened and what he should do about it, the world may never know. Even let his door swing shut behind him and beckoned impatiently at the pair as he strode past, brusque and imperious as always. If anything, perhaps it was really Even who had changed the least, upon becoming a Nobody..... "You can tell me on the way. Quickly, now!"
Even didn't ask where they were going, and Lexaeus didn't tell him; he simply fell into 'step' a respectful distance behind Even as the man led the way, levitating this time at a more reasonable speed to keep pace. Aeleus and Dilan weren't the only ones who could read each other and work well together, it seemed; Lexaeus and Even--Vexen? What was even the difference between those two, really?--knew what to expect of each other without bothering to ask, and acted on that knowledge like a well-oiled machine, saving their words for what was actually immediately important. "It seems to be some sort of skeletal growth--I'm not sure of the extent of any potential connection or integration, or what other tissue may be involved. The rate of growth is unnaturally quick--that seems to have been caused by a Cure spell."
"And the primary cause?"
"I don't know. It seems to have a very strong connection to a violent nightmare--as though it's making real injuries that were only imagined."
Even only made a displeased, noncommittal noise at that; he didn't offer any niceties, and he clearly didn't need to, either; for the moment, Lexaeus seemed like a dog well at heel, and Even like a master who couldn't even fathom the concept of not being obeyed. Even as they stepped into the infirmary, Lexaeus was turning back to Even for guidance and advice. "We're going to need to make some incisions before he tears himself open, I think."
"I can tell. Get him out of those clothes, onto the table, and ready for me--I don't want any obstructions. If we still have any prepared anesthetic doses stocked, administer one. I need to bring in some supplies." Even flapped a hand at the pair, aggressively shooing them even as he spun on his heel to retrace his steps. Lexaeus simply bowed his head again in wordless acknowledgment to the orders being snapped at him; while Even left the way they came, Lexaeus simply kept going, passing rows of recovery beds and privacy curtains on their way into the surgery room.