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Space is unusual in Milliways.

This almost does without saying.

It also doesn't usually warp and bend and twist like an Escher painting gone mad, with insubstantial blackness dripping up, and something white and not right just barely visible.

The warping space folds itself into something small, black-coated and roughly humanoid.

He's still 'bleeding' something, but it certainly isn't blood. In fact, if you're perceptive enough in the right ways, what he's bleeding is rather a lot like what's going on outside the Window.

[xigbar]

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"Totally. Space is space. You just don't notice it because all the stuff in it distracts you. Just like air is air. You don't notice it until it's gone."

They're complimentary. Xaldin thinks he'd appreciate that, if he could.

"Yup. ...We're gonna need a new bottle soon, dude."

"Got another one in my pocket." Xaldin informs him, "After that we're going to have to stand up."

"Screw standing, man. I'll just get us another one."

"That works too." Xaldin retrieves the pocket bottle and passes it over, "I'm gonna be broke soon."

"Me too. Wonder how VIII manages it? I mean, he can't spend all his time like, you know. Killing shit."

"He probably doesn't spend nearly as much time as we do drunk." Xaldin points out, "We've spent a not-so-small fortune lately."

He ponders for a while, then says, "What about getting into and out of the storage rooms back home? And our rooms. I've got - stuff."

"Shouldn't be like. A problem. Couple of minutes, tops. I'll just, you know."

He makes a shrinking motion with his hands.

"As long as you don't shrink me again, dude." Xaldin says with a shudder, "Our pockets? No airflow. None. I figure we take it all, dude. If you can take it, we take it."

"Sounds good to me."

"My room, your room, the synthesis room, the munny, the potions of various kinds." Xaldin says slowly, "Library? My office. I mean, losing all the information we've gathered would suck."

"Yeah. It totally would. Vexen's lab, if we can get it?"

"I've got his notes and reports. All of them." Xaldin says quietly, "After Castle Oblivion fell I copied everything. I don't even know why, really. It just seemed smart."

"Good thing then," Xigbar says.

"Yeah. Just in case, you know?" Xaldin says, "Demyx's room. Axel's? Show of good will?"

Xigbar laughs.

"Might surprise the bad attitude right out of him."

"Lets do it then." Xaldin says with a grin, "See if we can sweet-talk the bar into giving us a place to set it up for him?"

Xigbar wobbles to his feet.

"Let's do it now dude."

"Sober." Xaldin suggests, holding out an Antidote, "Once we get the treasury we won't have to worry about cash again." He stands up as well, downing the Antidote with a sigh.

Xigbar accepts the Antidote with a look of resignation.

"XII's room too?"

"Does she have one?" Xaldin asks, paused, "If she does, get it."

Xigbar nods, and downs the Antidote with a grimace.

"Just watch my back, dude."

"Have I ever let you down?" Xaldin asks, standing up and following, "I'll call the girls the second we're there."

"Nope."

Then he reaches out for a light grip on Xaldin's coat, and then.

They're gone, with just a flicker of bent space behind them.

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