[THREAD] HEAVEN for the weather, HELL for the company
Who: Kengamine Nagi [ striginae ] & OPEN
Where: Elysium ; junction between residential and shopping districts
When: Mid-evening
Summary: The world's not quite fair, is it? Not fair for anyone -- not for Owl, broken, beaten, insane -- and not fair for you, either, any of you in his way.
Rating: R for violence
Other: Nagi is generally going through the streets, murdering any people close by. His face is obscured by an owl mask that people who read the news might find vaguely familiar. There is also a metal collar around his neck -- Genkaku's tracking him. Any characters entering this log, please be mindful that a) he's very powerful in his current state and b) he will not take it easy on you. Please say so, if there's only a certain level of injury/maiming/death you want to go up to. This will continue until he sustains enough damage to retreat, whence I assume Genkaku will track him down and drag him off.
It goes like this: two guys walk into a bar, on this clean, clear evening. Then they walk out, an hour later, drunk, and start heading down an alley, back home -- when they find someone slumped over against the wall. They figure -- oh, someone vulnerable, let's steal their wallet. So they draw near, figuring they'd just nick some cash and leave --
but what exits the alley isn't two people. It's their dismembered limbs, followed closely by a tangle of intestine, a decapitated torso, and a rush of blood. Followed closely by that same person who was moments ago slumped against the wall -- form now painted a brilliant red with blood and fouler things. People stop, stare, then start to scream. The natural reaction. But not for long, before they're also torn apart by close-range explosions out of nowhere. Ones that rend their flesh from bones, dislocate limbs and break spines and rupture body cavities.
Owl is barely aware of his surroundings, just knows that there's far too much noise, far too many shapes, far too many people. (What have you all done to deserve to live?) The mask, it's suffocating, the collar, choking, but none of that matters -- all he can see, hear, feel is the crowd around him, moving, breathing, pulsing, living. Blood surrounds him in streaks and swirls, forming bright orbs of red, and he turns to the people, regardless of who's standing, who's fleeing -- and tears into them.
Where: Elysium ; junction between residential and shopping districts
When: Mid-evening
Summary: The world's not quite fair, is it? Not fair for anyone -- not for Owl, broken, beaten, insane -- and not fair for you, either, any of you in his way.
Rating: R for violence
Other: Nagi is generally going through the streets, murdering any people close by. His face is obscured by an owl mask that people who read the news might find vaguely familiar. There is also a metal collar around his neck -- Genkaku's tracking him. Any characters entering this log, please be mindful that a) he's very powerful in his current state and b) he will not take it easy on you. Please say so, if there's only a certain level of injury/maiming/death you want to go up to. This will continue until he sustains enough damage to retreat, whence I assume Genkaku will track him down and drag him off.
It goes like this: two guys walk into a bar, on this clean, clear evening. Then they walk out, an hour later, drunk, and start heading down an alley, back home -- when they find someone slumped over against the wall. They figure -- oh, someone vulnerable, let's steal their wallet. So they draw near, figuring they'd just nick some cash and leave --
but what exits the alley isn't two people. It's their dismembered limbs, followed closely by a tangle of intestine, a decapitated torso, and a rush of blood. Followed closely by that same person who was moments ago slumped against the wall -- form now painted a brilliant red with blood and fouler things. People stop, stare, then start to scream. The natural reaction. But not for long, before they're also torn apart by close-range explosions out of nowhere. Ones that rend their flesh from bones, dislocate limbs and break spines and rupture body cavities.
Owl is barely aware of his surroundings, just knows that there's far too much noise, far too many shapes, far too many people. (What have you all done to deserve to live?) The mask, it's suffocating, the collar, choking, but none of that matters -- all he can see, hear, feel is the crowd around him, moving, breathing, pulsing, living. Blood surrounds him in streaks and swirls, forming bright orbs of red, and he turns to the people, regardless of who's standing, who's fleeing -- and tears into them.