Forced into overdrive, drawn out of anger - All talons poison-dipped, impaling spike
Who: Sol Badguy and anyone who wants to run into him (I know Ky and Heine for sure)
What: Sol is possessed, and it has some ... interesting after-effects.
When: Night
Where: Streets of Promenade
Warnings: Violence. These fights ain't gonna be pretty, guys.
He hadn't thought that things would get this bad - he had fought, and fought, and fought until he couldn't anymore. But one slip-up, one moment of hesitation, and his entire being had submitted to the creature that had disguised itself as one of the few people he could even consider to be a friend anymore.
That would be one hell of a story to tell Axl the next time he saw him, he supposed.
Well, that's what his thoughts would be if he were in his right mind.
The thing that was stalking the streets now was almost as if he had reverted back to that time, when he wasn't Frederick and yet he wasn't Sol yet, just the Prototype Gear that had destroyed the facility that had held it in its rage. In fact, rage was all it really felt at this point. His eyes were bloodshot, threatening to turn gold, and when he snarled, it revealed sharpened, pointed canines. All it wanted to do right now - was destroy anything and everything in its path. The people here would pay for holding him here against his will when he just wanted to rip and tear and utterly decimate the one man remaining from the past that he so despised.
And if anyone got in his way, God help them.
What: Sol is possessed, and it has some ... interesting after-effects.
When: Night
Where: Streets of Promenade
Warnings: Violence. These fights ain't gonna be pretty, guys.
He hadn't thought that things would get this bad - he had fought, and fought, and fought until he couldn't anymore. But one slip-up, one moment of hesitation, and his entire being had submitted to the creature that had disguised itself as one of the few people he could even consider to be a friend anymore.
That would be one hell of a story to tell Axl the next time he saw him, he supposed.
Well, that's what his thoughts would be if he were in his right mind.
The thing that was stalking the streets now was almost as if he had reverted back to that time, when he wasn't Frederick and yet he wasn't Sol yet, just the Prototype Gear that had destroyed the facility that had held it in its rage. In fact, rage was all it really felt at this point. His eyes were bloodshot, threatening to turn gold, and when he snarled, it revealed sharpened, pointed canines. All it wanted to do right now - was destroy anything and everything in its path. The people here would pay for holding him here against his will when he just wanted to rip and tear and utterly decimate the one man remaining from the past that he so despised.
And if anyone got in his way, God help them.