Who: Genkaku, Nagi, Rokuro; also open to Johan, Alucard, Nataku
Where: The Liebert Mansion
When: January 6, 2 AM
Summary: Genkaku sent Nagi an 'invitation', and it's been accepted.
Rating: R
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SEMI-9 and SNIPERED him. on that WALL they posted him. they CORNERED him. )
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He felt, rather than saw, the other presence in the room he entered next, and froze at the first sound of the voice -- one that he recognized all too easily. The agitation that had been welling up at the back of his throat flared up for an instant ( -- traitor -- ) and he listened in stony silence, barely able to make out the silhouette of narrow limbs and hunched figure through pale lighting of the computer. This wasn't his final destination, and still, he couldn't help the way tendrils of blood snaked through the air around him, ( ... )
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The voice that emitted from the other room made the monk quirk an eyebrow up. He ran a finger along his nose and gave out a playful-amused snort. He bet fifty-fifty on two conditions, maybe he smashed Rokuro’s brains out against the wall (but that wasn’t the one he was really interested in) and the latter was that Nagi just moved on, kept himself shelled-up and resistance of turning into something crazy. Why? Genkaku wanted to see the teacher evolve before his very eyes, wanted to see Nagi stop being perfect, stop being so damn falsely content. ( ... )
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Being a sceptic, Rokuro required to confirm the myth with his eyes. He flipped shut the laptop and rose to his feet, silently stepping down. He pursued his old leader through the darkness, comprehending that he had compromised his own zone of safety by departing from the steps, more specifically the tricks he installed around them, but the forthcoming smelled better than he had anticipated. He did not wish to observe through hacked security cameras anymore - Rokuro wanted a front row seat.
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"You know why I'm here." Words laid flat, tinged with ice -- Nagi took a half-step forward, forcing himself to still the faintest tremor in his limbs (out of anger, out of fear, it was hard to tell) and biting back the bitter aftertaste of hatred at the back of his throat. The orbs of blood continued to circle him, streaking brilliant red through the darkness -- acting out a useless barrier that would serve no purpose. (No, Nagi knew all to well that his ability was nigh-useless here. Which was why the cold weight of a revolver pressed against his belt, hidden under the folds of his ( ... )
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The teacher's aura of animosity was palpable but he didn't enjoy the prospect of loitering around Genkaku in the current situation anymore; he had a general idea of Nagi's psychology and tactics, but not of the monk's. Fucking assholes - he glanced hatefully into the redhead's back and meandered away several steps - 'here' being a location subject to interpretation. "...He's probably got a handgun..."
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His attention's returned to Nagi, and more importantly the frigid object in his possession. The likelihood of the teacher opening fire on him floated in the range of 5 to 1 percent, a significant number to the traitor. Though Rokuro anticipated the front row and not the stage he refrained from movement that would incite repercussions. A low murmur: "Genkaku you bastard......"
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"You're lying." It was stuck between a plea and a command -- praying, demanding that the careless words were falsehoods. (I cannot have been the cause of another death. Not like her, I won't allow it, I can't allow another person to die because I failed. I won't let this be a repeat, I can't, I can't --) "You're lying, I don't know what you're talking about." Words rendered in synthetic tones ( ... )
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"Keh," a single note of laugher crackled from his throat. The kid's jaws merrily parted, "Do ya have any idea I had pointed at me in my life? Do you? But just for this! I'll dig up the whore's corpse Genkaku did in and take a shit down her neck!! Put the fucking gun down retard you're out-matched!!" Rokuro flitted behind the monk's firearm and held on below the barrel. "H-hey, what are you waiting for? Blow this robot to pieces!"
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Instantly, a blossom of pain exploded in his leg, heralding a splatter of blood -- the bullet tearing through flesh just below where he'd previously been shot. Shards of glass shot through his veins, and he gasped, all the breath driven out of his lungs as he staggered back -- Rokuro's words ringing in his ears.
And when he focused his gaze on the past traitor, for a moment the shadow of true insanity flickered across his features, pale eyes alight with unbridled anger (-- I'll kill you, I'll tear you to pieces, don't dare speak of her like that, ( ... )
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