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Title: Failure
Challenge: None
Word Count: 254
Notes: CoM spoiler
Vixen's lab was always off limits.
His door always locked, and the hall way near his lab always spotless. The walls always pure alabaster and kept that way even when he was no where to be found. Vials decorated the walls, each filled with its own strange substance, while the Bunsen burner stood tall and proud, erect upon the white marble.
It was always cold, almost as frozen as his long forgotten heart, but to him it was comforting; it was sanctuary. His chair would be always neatly tucked under the desk, unless he was sitting in it, and his notes would never run astray. His work place was tidy, clean, and constantly being made more convenient for him. He'd always know where to find his notes, his serums, his needles… and his experiments.
He took pride in his experiments.
Each one lined up along the farthest back wall of the large forlorn lab, and each one a trophy of his nearly completed project. Some half formed in jars pressed up against the glass, while others lay dead in files like a morgue; all failed experiments for his viewing pleasure. He'd often stop by and examine one or two, pricking them with needles and inducing them with substances to help them grow, and to attempt to get them to react, but most usually died in the end - turning back into the heartless dust from which they came.
He only had one successful experiment.
And that lead to his death because it was nothing but a failed lie.
Challenge: None
Word Count: 254
Notes: CoM spoiler
Vixen's lab was always off limits.
His door always locked, and the hall way near his lab always spotless. The walls always pure alabaster and kept that way even when he was no where to be found. Vials decorated the walls, each filled with its own strange substance, while the Bunsen burner stood tall and proud, erect upon the white marble.
It was always cold, almost as frozen as his long forgotten heart, but to him it was comforting; it was sanctuary. His chair would be always neatly tucked under the desk, unless he was sitting in it, and his notes would never run astray. His work place was tidy, clean, and constantly being made more convenient for him. He'd always know where to find his notes, his serums, his needles… and his experiments.
He took pride in his experiments.
Each one lined up along the farthest back wall of the large forlorn lab, and each one a trophy of his nearly completed project. Some half formed in jars pressed up against the glass, while others lay dead in files like a morgue; all failed experiments for his viewing pleasure. He'd often stop by and examine one or two, pricking them with needles and inducing them with substances to help them grow, and to attempt to get them to react, but most usually died in the end - turning back into the heartless dust from which they came.
He only had one successful experiment.
And that lead to his death because it was nothing but a failed lie.
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But, uh, Repliku didn't kill Vexen, Axel did...? o.o
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I figured that it was his 'failed expirement' with Riku that lead to his termination by Axel.
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