Jan 21, 2012 22:13
[There's just the long, deep roaring of a man in intense anguish at first. With a heavy thud and a clattering noise, Aikawa hits the floor and his device rolls free from his pocket, watching him thrash on the ground. He's apparently in one of the few independent buildings that survived destruction, the walls stained by streaks of the Black Blood.
His hands are pressed to his head, around his mask.]
Go away! Shut your fucking mouth! I'm not listening! I'm real! I'm Aikawa! I'm Aikawa! I'm real, damnit!
[Yes, Aikawa is hallucinating. What exactly is it he's seeing? That's a mystery.]
I'm not anyone else! I'm not you! I'm Magic User Aikawa!
[Managing to get onto his knees, he withdraws a knife from his jacket and presses the tip to his neck-holding it here, panting heavily.]
I'm real...aren't I?
((So, not insane but hallucinating badly, Aikawa is no longer sure if he exists or not. It's a thing he has.))
aikawa/kai/ai