"Vermillions, bronzes, colors of the sun|In the coal fire will not wholly console them."
Characters: VAMPNESS AHOY~ Hit performances by Gau Meguro (justice_by_coma and the Bitie Whities, plus whatever LEAGUES OF PRODIGIOUS HEROES might be running in from THIS netpost to be bitten/be insanely valiant. Guest performances from groupies hanging out post-hickies, or just getting along with their own kind. COME ONE COME ALL~♥
Setting/Location: The bat-cave.
Date & Time: Day Forty-Five, a few hours after snack-time at dusk.
Warnings: Stupidity, panic, and blood-sucking no doubt. And ninjas. ("OH THE HORROR!" -Mary Shelley)
Edit: Fail!mun just remembered the newly vampiric ninja housewife actually has a bunch of flash pellets in his backpack. (WHO WANTS TO BE FLASHED? *shot*)
Summary: YE FIND YERSELF IN YON DUNGEONE... Someone wakes up and attempts escape with ninjitsu before the orthodontry bills get too high, not realizing they are, in fact, already a delicious snack. Also: Blogging while buried, never fails.
Gau was exceedingly rational--or so he prided himself on being. He liked ordered, neat conclusions, and he didn’t like the neat conclusion he was coming to at present. He’d been chased down, and attacked, and now he’d awakened to find himself in a dark cold box.
His breathing went shallow, and he moved around, shifting himself around as well as he could.
Calm. Calm. He would be calm. Screaming or shouting wouldn’t work here. Not if he was-
Oh God, they‘d buried him…
(Well on the other hand, at least they were tidy about it, and definitely organized...)
He found the junogam and flinched hard at the brightness of the screen, craning around, and trying to save his air, trying not to panic. Failing.
He tried to think of something he could say--something to explain all this. Explaining was forefront in his mind.
He typed one-handed, then changed his mind, deleting it, feeling the grain of the wood immediately overhead, and a sick slow cramping in his stomach, a sluggishness. His sinuses hurt, and his teeth, especially. He could taste the blood in his mouth. (Hit in the face? He didn’t remember… His face was probably a real mess… It felt like his gums were bleeding.)
How were they supposed to find him? Raikou couldn‘t-
No. Raikou wasn’t here. Yoite could barely see, and might not notice he was missing until he came out of hiding wherever he was this time. Anathema-
A pause…It wasn’t like he could ask a girl to come and save him when he’d been buried alive. (Oh God…!) Rookie might. But…how would Rookie find him? Sergeant Weller would be busy... List after list of person aboard who could potentially care enough to worry about him.
His insides cramped, and twisted, hurting him so much he forgot to breathe. When he started it felt like he hadn’t held it at all, and that just sunk into his head worse than anything. I’m not noticing because the air’s already too thin, and I‘m beginning to suffocate.
A blink. A harder blink because boys don’t cry.
I’ve been left for dead, and I’m going to die in some other world, and nobody will ever know what happened to me.
He breathed slowly, forcing himself quiet, before he began to whisper to his junogam. It took a while before he could decide on a message he was content with, and a while longer before he lost his patience to epitaph himself to the panic, shoving the thing back into his bag, and wiping his eyes, fear turning into frustrated energy.
Forget this, I have to get out!
Depending on other people to come during a situation where others might be randomly picked off and attacked would have to be his backup plan. (He wasted a little time internally griping that the inside of a coffin wasn’t spacious enough for him to pull out and write plans of action in his notebook. Nor was it--more importantly--filled with enough light to make said neat little lists in.)
Think, Gau!
What was that one technique? The one even Yukimi could use? Earth Evasion? Assuming he was in the ground, maybe that was his best hope!
He wriggled around until he could position his fingers, then…
Tried once…failed.
Tried again…
Again…
Again…
“OH, COME ON, WHAT IS THIS?!” he exploded finally, “MY LIFE IS AT STAKE HERE!” forgetting for a moment about the air, which was just as well because the dais his makeshift “coffin” was on took that moment to tip, jolting open with a crash.
Gau tumbled out, blinked, and grinned like an idiot.
“AHAHA! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED!” He shouted in triumph.
That was about when his eyes adjusted enough that he noticed the toothy, pale people.
More importantly, that those toothy pale people were looking at him, and looked an awful lot like that guy who‘d chased him.
Gau’s insides cramped again.
“Oh…“
Setting/Location: The bat-cave.
Date & Time: Day Forty-Five, a few hours after snack-time at dusk.
Warnings: Stupidity, panic, and blood-sucking no doubt. And ninjas. ("OH THE HORROR!" -Mary Shelley)
Edit: Fail!mun just remembered the newly vampiric ninja housewife actually has a bunch of flash pellets in his backpack. (WHO WANTS TO BE FLASHED? *shot*)
Summary: YE FIND YERSELF IN YON DUNGEONE... Someone wakes up and attempts escape with ninjitsu before the orthodontry bills get too high, not realizing they are, in fact, already a delicious snack. Also: Blogging while buried, never fails.
Gau was exceedingly rational--or so he prided himself on being. He liked ordered, neat conclusions, and he didn’t like the neat conclusion he was coming to at present. He’d been chased down, and attacked, and now he’d awakened to find himself in a dark cold box.
His breathing went shallow, and he moved around, shifting himself around as well as he could.
Calm. Calm. He would be calm. Screaming or shouting wouldn’t work here. Not if he was-
Oh God, they‘d buried him…
(Well on the other hand, at least they were tidy about it, and definitely organized...)
He found the junogam and flinched hard at the brightness of the screen, craning around, and trying to save his air, trying not to panic. Failing.
He tried to think of something he could say--something to explain all this. Explaining was forefront in his mind.
He typed one-handed, then changed his mind, deleting it, feeling the grain of the wood immediately overhead, and a sick slow cramping in his stomach, a sluggishness. His sinuses hurt, and his teeth, especially. He could taste the blood in his mouth. (Hit in the face? He didn’t remember… His face was probably a real mess… It felt like his gums were bleeding.)
How were they supposed to find him? Raikou couldn‘t-
No. Raikou wasn’t here. Yoite could barely see, and might not notice he was missing until he came out of hiding wherever he was this time. Anathema-
A pause…It wasn’t like he could ask a girl to come and save him when he’d been buried alive. (Oh God…!) Rookie might. But…how would Rookie find him? Sergeant Weller would be busy... List after list of person aboard who could potentially care enough to worry about him.
His insides cramped, and twisted, hurting him so much he forgot to breathe. When he started it felt like he hadn’t held it at all, and that just sunk into his head worse than anything. I’m not noticing because the air’s already too thin, and I‘m beginning to suffocate.
A blink. A harder blink because boys don’t cry.
I’ve been left for dead, and I’m going to die in some other world, and nobody will ever know what happened to me.
He breathed slowly, forcing himself quiet, before he began to whisper to his junogam. It took a while before he could decide on a message he was content with, and a while longer before he lost his patience to epitaph himself to the panic, shoving the thing back into his bag, and wiping his eyes, fear turning into frustrated energy.
Forget this, I have to get out!
Depending on other people to come during a situation where others might be randomly picked off and attacked would have to be his backup plan. (He wasted a little time internally griping that the inside of a coffin wasn’t spacious enough for him to pull out and write plans of action in his notebook. Nor was it--more importantly--filled with enough light to make said neat little lists in.)
Think, Gau!
What was that one technique? The one even Yukimi could use? Earth Evasion? Assuming he was in the ground, maybe that was his best hope!
He wriggled around until he could position his fingers, then…
Tried once…failed.
Tried again…
Again…
Again…
“OH, COME ON, WHAT IS THIS?!” he exploded finally, “MY LIFE IS AT STAKE HERE!” forgetting for a moment about the air, which was just as well because the dais his makeshift “coffin” was on took that moment to tip, jolting open with a crash.
Gau tumbled out, blinked, and grinned like an idiot.
“AHAHA! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED!” He shouted in triumph.
That was about when his eyes adjusted enough that he noticed the toothy, pale people.
More importantly, that those toothy pale people were looking at him, and looked an awful lot like that guy who‘d chased him.
Gau’s insides cramped again.
“Oh…“