...this little bear went to the market...
Characters: Amurui (hanakioku/kimunklecub) & OPEN
Date/Time: Saturday, February 6, 2010
Location: Section One - Bazaar Ltd.
Rating: PG or higher depending on rage.
Summary: Minirui woke up with an eye-patch far too big for him. A shirt tied around his head isn't enough.
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Amurui had woken up with a head far too small for the eye-patch that Smoke had given him, so the first thing he had done after the initial confusion (and ink-spilling on the journal) was to hurriedly tie a shirt around his head. It wasn't the same at all, and he could still feel the rage clawing its way up inside. It was his own hand that had tied it. No promise. No aniki. Nothing but a rag around his head.
So he did what his instincts told him; he shut down. Completely. He didn't show up to work, leave his house or open his door, his mind empty of emotions and that gray eye slightly glazed-over and dead. If he stopped feeling, stopped existing, then the bear would have to stay down. A more extreme version of what he usually did to keep his insane anima under control. He was catatonic, alone with nothing but the bear as company.
A few days later, the anima inside him stirred more, driven by Amurui's hunger. Those needs; so basic that every being had them, was now working against him and screaming for attention. Warning for starvation. Amurui couldn't ignore it any longer and he couldn't stop the rage, the hunger too much for his mind to ignore. He blinked, letting go of his control... and the world turned red.
He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. All that mattered was the rage.
...and just a moment later, a little bear came running down at the marketplace, ready to tear his enemies apart. You're lucky, people of Edensphere, that he's just a cub today.
Date/Time: Saturday, February 6, 2010
Location: Section One - Bazaar Ltd.
Rating: PG or higher depending on rage.
Summary: Minirui woke up with an eye-patch far too big for him. A shirt tied around his head isn't enough.
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Amurui had woken up with a head far too small for the eye-patch that Smoke had given him, so the first thing he had done after the initial confusion (and ink-spilling on the journal) was to hurriedly tie a shirt around his head. It wasn't the same at all, and he could still feel the rage clawing its way up inside. It was his own hand that had tied it. No promise. No aniki. Nothing but a rag around his head.
So he did what his instincts told him; he shut down. Completely. He didn't show up to work, leave his house or open his door, his mind empty of emotions and that gray eye slightly glazed-over and dead. If he stopped feeling, stopped existing, then the bear would have to stay down. A more extreme version of what he usually did to keep his insane anima under control. He was catatonic, alone with nothing but the bear as company.
A few days later, the anima inside him stirred more, driven by Amurui's hunger. Those needs; so basic that every being had them, was now working against him and screaming for attention. Warning for starvation. Amurui couldn't ignore it any longer and he couldn't stop the rage, the hunger too much for his mind to ignore. He blinked, letting go of his control... and the world turned red.
He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. All that mattered was the rage.
...and just a moment later, a little bear came running down at the marketplace, ready to tear his enemies apart. You're lucky, people of Edensphere, that he's just a cub today.