Watching the people get lairy/ Is not very pretty I tell thee

[loves_war]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works

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[unastregadoro]

"Of course it isn't." Beatrice says, with a long, bitter, cold laugh. "Nothing in life ever is."

She watches as her golems get kicked into shards of energy, and her tower toppling to the ground. But Sanji was getting more and more battered and beaten, and that was enough. He had limits. He was only human.

...That comforted her, in a sense. Because it confirmed the fact that she, too, could still live as a human in spite of her previous endless existence, as befitted her former title of "Endless Witch." She could be human and actually exist without having to rely on the fickle sense of belief of mortals in beings like herself.

She was real here. Flesh and blood. As much as it limited her, it freed her at the same time. Staved off the loneliness, the distance. Fighting with Sanji like this...

...But yes. She had wanted to kill Keith Anyan before. She wanted to kill the Major now.

For revenge. Anyan reminded her of the hell that Kinzo had put her through; the Major reminded her of the hell that Lambdadelta had been putting her through.

Beatrice laughs again. She spreads her arms wide, vanishing in a flurry of golden butterflies once more, summoning more tiles and pedestals to stand upon as she calls upon spiked wheels that come hurtling at Sanji as he leaps about.

"But what if the motive behind a murder was revenge? What if the victim had done something terrible to the so-called 'killer'? Is that death, then, not justifiable?"

[notadartboard]

The powers Sanji didn't know he had allowed him to keep fighting for as long as he had the will, or until he was knocked out should that come first. He was aware of the strength, but not the stamina, and yet he didn't question it when he crashed to a landing on the sidewalk and was able to get up and keep going. He paused to light a fresh cigarette, since he had lost his last one when he hit the wall a little while ago. "Who do you need to justify it to?" he asked honestly. "Your reasons are your own. Only Marines and the like feel the need to claim 'justice' for their actions so they can sleep at night. Pirates?" He grinned slyly around the cigarette. "Pirates don't give a damn. If you want to kill someone in revenge, be my guest, as long as it's not me or my crew."

The wheels were coming at him, so he leaped to avoid them and looked for a clear spot on the pavement to plant his foot and kick a few away. He was wary of the second tower, but the hundreds of tiny cuts and nicks from the arrows and stakes were only making him feel more alive. Beatrice was keeping him moving and thinking, and it was much better than striking out in blind hatred at nothing. Of course, the fight was starting to block traffic, but Sanji didn't care. He leaped up onto the hood of a semi and used it to spring up and redirect the wheels into the sides of buildings, up until one came in too quickly and knocked him sprawling again.