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[ click. the video feed: a shaky view of the ground as the communicator's handled with one hand. boots clattering across a stained floor, accompanied by the sound of something heavy being dragged along the floor. the camera flickers up for a moment long enough to flash upon a doorknob -- then there's the click-swish of the door being shoved open
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A low hiss and the monk leered over Ganta, the sole of his shoe nudging at the bag of fleshy shit just below him before he talked rather lowly to Nagi, lips pull back and foulness left his mouth with a deep barely-audible chuckle. ]
Don’t worry 'bout it, Owl. Bet you’d get loads of opportunity to carry through your salvation. Guess this fly ain’t worth it, yet.
[ The cruelty of his words curled around a loose dry tongue and he then looked down at Ganta. ]
Looks like these fuckers are pretty damn choosey. Should thank me for being pretty damn merciful, yeah?
[ And with that, he delivered a half-assed kick to the side of Ganta's ribs before leaning down and enclosing his fingers around the kid’s skull, murmuring: ]
'Least you got what you wanted, huh?
[ The words were carelessly thrown out of his mouth as narrow fingers entwined with the brat’s hair before gripping harshly at the neck of the uniform with rough gestures -- but Genkaku lifted him pretty effortlessly with a brutal gaze that was idly tossed to Nagi. ]
Sit tight, we'll get you somethin' else for you to play with later.
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the anger that welled up in his chest wouldn't be going anywhere.
genkaku's words were the only trigger to elicit any response from him, and he answered the leering gaze with a barely perceptible breath out, shoulders tensing ever so slightly against the blood-spattered walls, and eyes flickering with something dark (and hopeless) for a moment. but then it was gone, and he only let his head cant back to rest against the dirty cement.
his throat was still hurting, as was his head, his body throbbing once more now that he'd stopped moving, and he almost wanted to attack either of the other two -- it didn't matter who, it just mattered that he had some way to vent this pent-up rage in his chest. (all the hopes he'd harbored for so long had shattered and crumbled, reduced to this restless, violent urge that wouldn't leave him alone. even though the small modicum of restraint he had left told him that something wrong wrong, this was wrong, he still felt like his lungs would burst with every moment he sat still.
my wife, my child. they never stood a chance. why should any of you?)
without realizing, he'd focused a cold, cold glare on ganta -- eyes narrowed and exhuding a venomous hatred that seemed almost foreign -- and it was maintained for a moment longer before he closed his eyes, a hoarse breath whistling through the wire-stitched scar across his throat.
tired. ]
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Ganta wished he could have stayed out of focus for a minute longer, and promptly felt guilty for it. He came to save Nagi and only managed to get kicked around like a joke and he couldn't even... But Genkaku was still talking, and he hung on his words as he tried to keep himself grounded. Then he mentioned someone being choosy, and stared back in confusion.]
Huh?
[Someone was looking for him? Why did they want him? Senji knew what he was doing, and Shiro wouldn't, would she? Wincing from the sharp kick to his side, he expected him to break his neck or even rip his head off when he laid his hand on him. He was nauseous. And when Genkaku leaned over him, he really thought he would be sick. What I wanted.
He stayed as still as he could manage, but fear and adrenaline made it impossible for him to stop shaking and he could feel the fever-like sweat dripping from his face. He glanced back at Nagi in time to catch his glare and his breath hitched. Of course Nagi had plenty of reasons to hate him. And then if someone was saving Ganta instead--
He should have said that he wouldn't leave without Nagi, but he didn't. When Genkaku lifted him from the ground, he bowed his head and demanded in a voice coated in bitterness.]
What's going on?
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The kid was slung over his shoulder in the same fashion as one would do with their instrument -- Genkaku wasn’t going to pay any attention to this little shit, not when Genkaku walked out of the makeshift torture chamber and nudged the door shut roughly, and not when he walked outside onto the glassy surface, but he let out a grunt after prolonged silence. ]
Huh? -- Guess you don’t know, yeah?
[ The words were murmured, almost inaudible past the sound emitted from Genkaku dropping Ganta on the glass ground in a sluggish careless matter, in which the monk ran a hand through his hair as a useless gesture before rolling the small limp body onto his stomach, and Genkaku crouched down. ]
Looks like some fuckin' shithead's pretty damn sweet on you.
[ A low disgusting laugh had slurred pasted toxin teeth and his lips as the monk eyed the other’s attire with a long wide grin.
It didn’t take long for Genkaku to find the other’s communicator, and with that he settled it down on the cold hard surface, and started the feed. ]
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