http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFVUe9QO62U
Characters: Vincent Valentine, Yuffie, Rinoa, Auron, Ziva, GacktGenesis, anybody else but pleeaaaase ask first?
Content: This is what you get for putting the leader of Deepground and the guy with the ability to decimate a planet in one place. Genesis' arrival has some... adverse effects on Vincent. Restraining is needed. :|a
Location: South of the former Meteor Mansion, in the streets.
Time of day: Evening.
Warnings: THIS.
Note: No specific turn order so let's just keep this moving. o/
Vision blurred over crimson, breathing hard in his ears. The insaitable urge to rip the beating heart out of the next living thing that dared cross his path... he didn't want this. He stumbled through the streets, clutching at his chest and groaning in agony but he didn't want this. He never thought it would happen here, never considered Chaos somehow reawakening, even if it wasn't nearly as strong as before. It wasn't a physical takeover as much this time... no. His mind.
He was losing his mind.
Losing his mind.
That man. G. Genesis. Deepground. His fault. Omega... that damn link to Omega. Damn it.
Another agonizing pain ripped through his chest, rippling him and sending him sailing forward onto his knees with a pained gasp. One trembling hand clutched and gripped on the fabric of the cloak hard enough to dig through the seams, to his chest and to his very heart. Wouldn't that be funny, sir. A heart attack. Laugh with me.
The groan turned more to snarling, the crimson haze over his vision deepening until coherent thought was flown out of his mind. Kill kill destroy blood. An insane laugh fluttered through his lips, the golden gauntlet scraping harshly against the concrete and leaving long, scratch-like marks. Kill. Kill. Kill them all. Bring this world to its knees.
A faint red glow enveloped his body, the ex-Turk's normally blank and calm expression melded into something far more crazed and bloodthirsty. Roaring and snarling, the possessed man lunged forward, swinging and growling at nothing in particular, looking for prey. Victims. The sound of distant screeching caught up to his echoing hearing and burning red eyes glanced over to one of the smaller little monsters that populated the city. Crab. Crab crab kill the crab stab it with its own dagger yes.
In an almost animalistic rage, the red-cloaked man lunged forward at the beast, ignoring the way it screeched and charged right at him.
Content: This is what you get for putting the leader of Deepground and the guy with the ability to decimate a planet in one place. Genesis' arrival has some... adverse effects on Vincent. Restraining is needed. :|a
Location: South of the former Meteor Mansion, in the streets.
Time of day: Evening.
Warnings: THIS.
Note: No specific turn order so let's just keep this moving. o/
Vision blurred over crimson, breathing hard in his ears. The insaitable urge to rip the beating heart out of the next living thing that dared cross his path... he didn't want this. He stumbled through the streets, clutching at his chest and groaning in agony but he didn't want this. He never thought it would happen here, never considered Chaos somehow reawakening, even if it wasn't nearly as strong as before. It wasn't a physical takeover as much this time... no. His mind.
He was losing his mind.
Losing his mind.
That man. G. Genesis. Deepground. His fault. Omega... that damn link to Omega. Damn it.
Another agonizing pain ripped through his chest, rippling him and sending him sailing forward onto his knees with a pained gasp. One trembling hand clutched and gripped on the fabric of the cloak hard enough to dig through the seams, to his chest and to his very heart. Wouldn't that be funny, sir. A heart attack. Laugh with me.
The groan turned more to snarling, the crimson haze over his vision deepening until coherent thought was flown out of his mind. Kill kill destroy blood. An insane laugh fluttered through his lips, the golden gauntlet scraping harshly against the concrete and leaving long, scratch-like marks. Kill. Kill. Kill them all. Bring this world to its knees.
A faint red glow enveloped his body, the ex-Turk's normally blank and calm expression melded into something far more crazed and bloodthirsty. Roaring and snarling, the possessed man lunged forward, swinging and growling at nothing in particular, looking for prey. Victims. The sound of distant screeching caught up to his echoing hearing and burning red eyes glanced over to one of the smaller little monsters that populated the city. Crab. Crab crab kill the crab stab it with its own dagger yes.
In an almost animalistic rage, the red-cloaked man lunged forward at the beast, ignoring the way it screeched and charged right at him.