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WHO: Suigintou thefirstdoll, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad eagle_shadow, Alphonse Elric thesoundbound
WHEN: Twenty-four hours after this confrontation with the Joker
WHERE: A dumpster somewhere
FILTER: [FILTERED]
WHAT: [Suigintou struggles to remain alive despite mortal injuries, and the Gate’s manipulations]
NOTES: [Rated M for gore, disturbing images]
STATUS: [ONGOING]
'I have been stupid. I will admit that now.'
Suigintou attempted to shift her hip off of whatever piece of rubble it was laying on, but only received an explosion of pain throughout her body for her trouble.
'Although it's not as if I have any choice in the matter but to accept that I have been stupid.'
She wasn't able to shake her head, so she had to settle for rolling her eyes.
'It does not get much lower than this afterall...'
A convulsion of pain suddenly shook her body, as if in agreement.
Suigintou had to bite her bottom lip hard, ‘Three hundred years of duels, and I’m going to die in a dumpster. Not killed in battle by another Maiden, but thrown off of a building by a disgusting human. It’s disgraceful. It’s…humiliating.'
'In the real world I could have destroyed the Joker while brushing my hair, and not even miss a stroke, but everything is different here.'
'The Gate does not play fair.'
She scowled, 'And what’s worse is that it is cruel and sadistic.'
It had not been long after she had landed in the dumpster that Suigintou had learned just how sadistic the Gate truly way. After, perhaps two hours of being trapped, she had felt a kind of effervescent sensation, like bubbles running throughout her body, and then the pain had suddenly become worse and the bleeding started anew. It was horrible and terrifying enough the first time, but then it happened again.
And again.
And again.
Suigintou knew what it was though. The Gate was changing her quicker now, and every time she became more human, she experienced the pain of her injuries on a harsher and deeper level. She could almost sense the Gate’s malicious glee every time she had to squeeze her eyes shut and fight through another episode.
‘How much longer will it be before I’m too human to resist succumbing to my wounds?’ she wondered.
She began going through a mental inventory of injuries.
‘Right fingers…broken…’
‘Left wing…can’t move it…probably a complete break now…I won’t be able to even do the bit of gliding to help me get across the rooftops for a while…’she thought grimly.
She continued her morbid task of cataloguing her injuries.
‘Right leg…can’t bend it…likely broken…at the least, dislocated at the knee…’
She grimaced, slowly and painfully bending her left arm.
‘Left arm…still sliced open from before…I’m glad that I had Kururu redress it when I saw her. The stitches might still be intact this way…’
She gingerly touched the source of the radiating pain in her head, and saw stars burst behind her eyes as her fingers mad contact with the wet flesh.
‘Painful, but probably just a deep laceration…nothing more…’
She began to slowly slide her hand across her rib cage to her right side.
‘This…this is the bad one…” she thought as her fingers brushed the long piece of metal jutting a few inches below her right breast. The metal rod had skewered her when she had landed on it in the dumpster.
‘Torso impaled…’
Suigintou grimaced. She knew every one of these injuries too well. Every time the bubbling sensation came, she felt each of one of them again as if they were only just happening. It was the cruelest torture she had ever experienced.
After the fourth or fifth episode, Suigintou had gritted her teeth and snarled, “Is that the best that you can do?”
Then, as if in answer, the temperature had dropped. And the shivering began. Where her every voluntary movement caused an explosion of pain, the shivering created an orchestra of anguish. She cursed the Gate, saying terrible things that only the coarsest of beings use, but she would not given in to unconsciousness that beckoned her with the promise of oblivion. She would not run away from this battle.
Even now the temptation to close her eyes and give up, to finally be rid of this crushing pain was there, but she ignored it.
“It’s-not-going to-work,” she choked out, “No matter what you-do to me-you will not-make me-give up…”
Suigintou tried to swallow but her mouth was so dry save for the blood that bubbled up her throat.
‘I will concede victory to you for the first round,’ she though, ‘I cannot deny that you won. You have played me…manipulated me…controlled my actions and my emotions since I came here…and I am paying the price for that now. ‘
Her eyes narrowed in determination, ‘But no more. You may change me, and completely break this body that you defile by making it weak and human, but you will not control me again. When I finally die, it will be because this body has failed me, not because I surrendered to you torture as you would have me do.’
‘I willed myself to life, Gate, do you really think that I will surrender it so easily?’
She suddenly felt the tingling sensation again.
‘Very well,’ she clenched her jaw preparing for the next part, the pain.
It started slowly, building on the constant pain that was already there, then increasing until it finally reached a crescendo of anguish. Suigintou choked, blood splattering from her mouth, streaming down her chin, and then past her neck. She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming and concentrated on controlling her breath that was coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Each transformation was worse than the last, and this one had been no exception. It was the worst one yet, but she would not show any signs of weakening.
“P-pa-the-tic…”she sneered, “St-ill…here-you…stup-p-pid…G-g-gate…”
WHEN: Twenty-four hours after this confrontation with the Joker
WHERE: A dumpster somewhere
FILTER: [FILTERED]
WHAT: [Suigintou struggles to remain alive despite mortal injuries, and the Gate’s manipulations]
NOTES: [Rated M for gore, disturbing images]
STATUS: [ONGOING]
'I have been stupid. I will admit that now.'
Suigintou attempted to shift her hip off of whatever piece of rubble it was laying on, but only received an explosion of pain throughout her body for her trouble.
'Although it's not as if I have any choice in the matter but to accept that I have been stupid.'
She wasn't able to shake her head, so she had to settle for rolling her eyes.
'It does not get much lower than this afterall...'
A convulsion of pain suddenly shook her body, as if in agreement.
Suigintou had to bite her bottom lip hard, ‘Three hundred years of duels, and I’m going to die in a dumpster. Not killed in battle by another Maiden, but thrown off of a building by a disgusting human. It’s disgraceful. It’s…humiliating.'
'In the real world I could have destroyed the Joker while brushing my hair, and not even miss a stroke, but everything is different here.'
'The Gate does not play fair.'
She scowled, 'And what’s worse is that it is cruel and sadistic.'
It had not been long after she had landed in the dumpster that Suigintou had learned just how sadistic the Gate truly way. After, perhaps two hours of being trapped, she had felt a kind of effervescent sensation, like bubbles running throughout her body, and then the pain had suddenly become worse and the bleeding started anew. It was horrible and terrifying enough the first time, but then it happened again.
And again.
And again.
Suigintou knew what it was though. The Gate was changing her quicker now, and every time she became more human, she experienced the pain of her injuries on a harsher and deeper level. She could almost sense the Gate’s malicious glee every time she had to squeeze her eyes shut and fight through another episode.
‘How much longer will it be before I’m too human to resist succumbing to my wounds?’ she wondered.
She began going through a mental inventory of injuries.
‘Right fingers…broken…’
‘Left wing…can’t move it…probably a complete break now…I won’t be able to even do the bit of gliding to help me get across the rooftops for a while…’she thought grimly.
She continued her morbid task of cataloguing her injuries.
‘Right leg…can’t bend it…likely broken…at the least, dislocated at the knee…’
She grimaced, slowly and painfully bending her left arm.
‘Left arm…still sliced open from before…I’m glad that I had Kururu redress it when I saw her. The stitches might still be intact this way…’
She gingerly touched the source of the radiating pain in her head, and saw stars burst behind her eyes as her fingers mad contact with the wet flesh.
‘Painful, but probably just a deep laceration…nothing more…’
She began to slowly slide her hand across her rib cage to her right side.
‘This…this is the bad one…” she thought as her fingers brushed the long piece of metal jutting a few inches below her right breast. The metal rod had skewered her when she had landed on it in the dumpster.
‘Torso impaled…’
Suigintou grimaced. She knew every one of these injuries too well. Every time the bubbling sensation came, she felt each of one of them again as if they were only just happening. It was the cruelest torture she had ever experienced.
After the fourth or fifth episode, Suigintou had gritted her teeth and snarled, “Is that the best that you can do?”
Then, as if in answer, the temperature had dropped. And the shivering began. Where her every voluntary movement caused an explosion of pain, the shivering created an orchestra of anguish. She cursed the Gate, saying terrible things that only the coarsest of beings use, but she would not given in to unconsciousness that beckoned her with the promise of oblivion. She would not run away from this battle.
Even now the temptation to close her eyes and give up, to finally be rid of this crushing pain was there, but she ignored it.
“It’s-not-going to-work,” she choked out, “No matter what you-do to me-you will not-make me-give up…”
Suigintou tried to swallow but her mouth was so dry save for the blood that bubbled up her throat.
‘I will concede victory to you for the first round,’ she though, ‘I cannot deny that you won. You have played me…manipulated me…controlled my actions and my emotions since I came here…and I am paying the price for that now. ‘
Her eyes narrowed in determination, ‘But no more. You may change me, and completely break this body that you defile by making it weak and human, but you will not control me again. When I finally die, it will be because this body has failed me, not because I surrendered to you torture as you would have me do.’
‘I willed myself to life, Gate, do you really think that I will surrender it so easily?’
She suddenly felt the tingling sensation again.
‘Very well,’ she clenched her jaw preparing for the next part, the pain.
It started slowly, building on the constant pain that was already there, then increasing until it finally reached a crescendo of anguish. Suigintou choked, blood splattering from her mouth, streaming down her chin, and then past her neck. She bit her lip hard to keep from screaming and concentrated on controlling her breath that was coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Each transformation was worse than the last, and this one had been no exception. It was the worst one yet, but she would not show any signs of weakening.
“P-pa-the-tic…”she sneered, “St-ill…here-you…stup-p-pid…G-g-gate…”