Hibara Tower, penthouse level
Slouched at a console and acutely aware (now that the endorphins had flushed out of his system) of his new punctures and gouges, Blaze snarled viciously and snatched up the cables to link into the system.
He'd detoured to the Nexus -- against stiff regulations, but who gives a damn about regulations? -- to work off the bloodlust still eating at him after tearing that bastard Kuroda into fist-sized chunks. Even if he slipped, which was damned unlikely, the AV-field would take care of any problems ...
That had been his intent, in any case.
Encountering Vesper resulted in an illuminating and rather relaxing bit of conversation. Unfortunately, the little Ijuuin bastard had felt the need to turn up and try to bark at him again, like some demented chihuahua. Vesper had carried the brat off before that little encounter came to a head, and Blaze had a few different possible outcomes of that running through his mind.
If he gets you off-balance and doubting yourself again, I'll tear him apart the same way he likes to tear you down.
I've had enough.
At that wasn't even the last of it. Far from it, in fact: the brat's snide retort still struck him almost dumb.
"Why didn't you bring him to trial?"
The sick fucker destroyed six children's lives -- and slaughtered who knows how many, yet, before those 'experiments' succeeded -- and he has the sheer gall to ask that to my face?
Morally bankrupt little bastard.
Staring down at the cables in his hand, an image of the disembodied brains -- selves -- of Kuroda's victims swam in front of his eyes. Grinding his teeth until they squeaked in protest, he drove the cables home and got down to work.
Leaning back in the wide high-backed chair, he felt Onyx settle weightlessly next to him as the world dissolved into digital neon.
First the execution report for Ikuhara, then a second pillaging of Kuroda's intranet.
Then it was time for kata in the garden, injuries or no.
He'd detoured to the Nexus -- against stiff regulations, but who gives a damn about regulations? -- to work off the bloodlust still eating at him after tearing that bastard Kuroda into fist-sized chunks. Even if he slipped, which was damned unlikely, the AV-field would take care of any problems ...
That had been his intent, in any case.
Encountering Vesper resulted in an illuminating and rather relaxing bit of conversation. Unfortunately, the little Ijuuin bastard had felt the need to turn up and try to bark at him again, like some demented chihuahua. Vesper had carried the brat off before that little encounter came to a head, and Blaze had a few different possible outcomes of that running through his mind.
If he gets you off-balance and doubting yourself again, I'll tear him apart the same way he likes to tear you down.
I've had enough.
At that wasn't even the last of it. Far from it, in fact: the brat's snide retort still struck him almost dumb.
"Why didn't you bring him to trial?"
The sick fucker destroyed six children's lives -- and slaughtered who knows how many, yet, before those 'experiments' succeeded -- and he has the sheer gall to ask that to my face?
Morally bankrupt little bastard.
Staring down at the cables in his hand, an image of the disembodied brains -- selves -- of Kuroda's victims swam in front of his eyes. Grinding his teeth until they squeaked in protest, he drove the cables home and got down to work.
Leaning back in the wide high-backed chair, he felt Onyx settle weightlessly next to him as the world dissolved into digital neon.
First the execution report for Ikuhara, then a second pillaging of Kuroda's intranet.
Then it was time for kata in the garden, injuries or no.