As she tripped, rather than walked, through the halls, she heard a faint moan of pain. Tilting her head in curiosity, she entered the room to her left.
It was Daxjorn, in what looked to be her room. She was beat up and bloody and attempting to nurse her injuries. Max stared at her blankly. For once, she didn't feel complete and total dislike towards her. She was actually wavering upon sympathy. But not quite.
"Daxjorn?" VII flinched and whirled around, blasting Maxy against the wall as she did.
Maxsodin winced as she crashed into the wall, but her pain tolerance was extremely high. Nexan didn't seem to find that a good thing, saying that Maxy could end up killing herself and not feel a thing, but at the moment it served in her favor.
"Max!" she gasped and immediately let off, trying to form an apology.
Maxy rubbed her shoulder ruefully, slightly annoyed that Daxjorn was using her nickname instead of her full title, but she was becoming increasingly used to it.
"Shut up, VII." Maxsodin gritted, annoyance rising every minute she spent in the ignorant member's presence.
Maxsodin gave Daxjorn the quick once over. "Injured?"
"No!" she said defensively.
Maxsodin raised an eyebrow.
Daxjorn sighed. "Oh okay, fine! Yes, I'm injured. Happy!?"
She stared Maxy down, hoping to strike a nerve in the other member as she did to VII.
Maxsodin actually smiled. Not a genuine, happy smile, but a thin satisfied one.
"Quite happy." she said coolly.
Daxjorn was surprised. She had never seen this part of Maxsodin before. Perhaps this is what everyone kept referring to as "the old Max". Quite frankly, Daxjorn liked it.
But she soon became irked by the patronizing smile on III's face.
"You gonna leave now?" she asked dryly.
Maxsodin shrugged. "Don't know. I think you might have a bit much on your hands to handle on your own."
At first, Daxjorn scowled at the remark, thinking as though Maxy was calling her incapable of caring for herself. Then she saw the genuine concerned look in her eyes and felt grateful. Someone was actually reaching out to her!
"I guess I might..." Daxjorn looked at her beaten and battered body. "Actually, I'm sure I do."
Maxsodin laughed. A humorous, juvenile laugh. She grinned with false maliciousness.
"Oh alright. But I can't help."
Daxjorn was puzzled and defensive at the same time. "What do you mean?"
Max gestured to herself. "I can barely stand on my own!" She laughed again, but it lacked any merriment. Her eyes clouded and her voice lost all hints of joy once more.
"I'm sure you know that..."
Some instinct told Daxjorn she was referring to what had happened with her and Braxyd. It still caused a haunted look to shroud her face.
"But I'll get Nexan to help." She said, trying to conjure up another smile. Her attempt formed a crooked, slight arch in her mouth. It was not even close.
Swelling her chest, Maxsodin cupped her hands to her mouth and screamed so loud Daxjorn covered her ears.
"NEXAN!"
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