six ◦ voice.
[Ah, the sounds of a battlefield. Neku's never heard it, of course, unless you count Shibuya as one. Which, you could, so maybe he had heard the sound of a battlefield. Either way, he's slicing and dicing away, hoping for a spare chance to steal into his room in the house and grab his high-ranking pins. There's a sudden bout of silence as what looks like the last soldier that swarmed him. He sighed in relief, before there're echoing footsteps--another soldier.]
What do you want?
[before he can make a smartass comment about not replying, a loud choking noise is hoarsely pulled out of his throat. the journal clatters to the ground, close to the soldier, and allowing him to speak of victory over Solinth. meanwhile, Neku's choking--
(... guess this is payback for almost erasing Shiki.)
--and only thrashing harder. it takes quite a few minutes for him to actually be completely deceased, and--hohoho, he even lands with a page on the book. there's at least a good minute or two of gloating. go on, talk with him, he'll just snrk and say something about Solinth's inevitable surrender.]
What do you want?
[before he can make a smartass comment about not replying, a loud choking noise is hoarsely pulled out of his throat. the journal clatters to the ground, close to the soldier, and allowing him to speak of victory over Solinth. meanwhile, Neku's choking--
(... guess this is payback for almost erasing Shiki.)
--and only thrashing harder. it takes quite a few minutes for him to actually be completely deceased, and--hohoho, he even lands with a page on the book. there's at least a good minute or two of gloating. go on, talk with him, he'll just snrk and say something about Solinth's inevitable surrender.]