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[THREAD] HEAVEN for the weather, HELL for the company

Jan 30, 2009 19:16

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 ( Read more... )

captain harlock, quatre raberba winner, grell sutcliff, reno, kengamine nagi, ivan braginsky "russia", genkaku, mihael "mello" kheel

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dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 05:19:57 UTC

Quatre was on his way home from school, having walked today. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder, his briefcase held in his good hand. He was humming to himself, glad that it was a Friday. He was really looking forward to the weekend. It would be nice to get some of his backdated work done.

The blonde stopped and looked around. His eyes widened and he stood frozen, the panic swelling up in him. Dead bodies, blood.... He swallowed the lump in his throat. 'Run!', his mind yelled at him, 'Run! Get out! You're in danger!' Every instinct told him to run and get away. Then... Why couldn't he?

"God help us..."

striginae January 31 2009, 05:25:10 UTC

Movement. Barely visible out of the corner of his vision, past the streaks of red that were smeared over his mask, obscuring sections of his vision. Who now? (He hadn't been keeping track, but if he had, he would have lost count by now -- the number of people he'd murdered like this.)

A half-turn, a blank glare thrown over his shoulder, eyes narrowed to a scrutinizing leer behind the mask. And blood, decorating the air in tendrils and swirls, forming bristling orbs of brilliant colors that circled him at a slowly-widening radius.

And somewhere at the very, very back of his mind, the though may have existed -- it's a child, don't do this. Pity, that tiny fragment of reasoning was so quickly buried under the flood of bitter hatred that dominated his mind. Turning, he faced this newcomer. Blood and fouler things still dripping from his hand.

dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 05:37:25 UTC

Quatre just stared, aqua eyes wide and full of fear. He clutched his briefcase tightly in one hand, entire body shaking with fear. 'Move! Move! Damn it run!' he yelled at himself.

As if by some miracle, Quatre began to back up slowly. Maybe if he didn't make any sudden movements... Yeah, probably should have taken his car today.

[ooc: Okay, restrictions on what Nagi can do to Q here. No killing, no removing limbs or eyes or vital organs. Beating to hell and breaking bones, aokay.]

striginae January 31 2009, 05:40:17 UTC

[ ooc ; mmmmmmMMMMmmmbonecrushing ]

'Didn't make any sudden movements'? No, no -- it was already too late for that. Because, because -- this hatred that Nagi was driven by, surviving off of was directed at anyone within his vision. Everything.

A swipe of his one hand through the air, and several orbs shot at the boy, shattering the ground at his feet.

dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 05:47:19 UTC

It took a moment for that moment to register and by that time, Quatre was flat on his back, a few feet away from where he had been initially standing. "Ow...." He whimpered softly. He sat up, putting his bandaged hand to his chest.

He then took the person that attacked him. "Dear god..." It was like something out of a nightmare.

striginae January 31 2009, 06:08:15 UTC

And Nagi approached slowly, with footsteps that dragged through the streaks and mounds of viscera that decorated the streets. Blood continuing to swirl through the air around him.

No movement from this boy. So weak. So pitiful. (What possible reason could you have to survive this?) A low breath from cracked lips and a dry throat, as he drew ever closer. (What will you do?)

dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 06:36:02 UTC

Quatre stood up and kept backing away. He had to get out of there. Damn it! Why wasn't he armed? Wait, why would he be armed?

To run or to not? He... He wasn't sure. Okay... Running sounded like a good, yet very stupid idea. So, Quatre ran.

striginae January 31 2009, 15:32:50 UTC

How weak. How pathetic. Not even bothering to put up a fight? No appreciation for the life that he had sustained this far?

Never upping the pace, keeping to the same unwavering walk forward, Nagi let fly one of his orbs of blood -- allowing it to slam into the boy's side, shattering his ribs on the explosive impact.

dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 19:08:01 UTC

Quatre screamed from the pain of the impact. He went down, whimpering in pain. How was he supposed to fight back? Sure, he knew self defense moves, but nothing that would be of help in this situation.

He forced himself to move onto his back, though it was probably a very, very bad idea. He at least wanted to stare the man who was going to potentially murder him in the eyes. He looked up at the man with the Owl mask, his aqua eyes hard.

striginae January 31 2009, 22:31:18 UTC

A cant of the head to the side as he drew close to the boy, stopping just before his feet -- meeting the defiant blue gaze with an impassive stare, eyes glazed with a blind hatred behind the lenses of his mask.

And crimson orbs -- the very same as that which had shattered his ribs -- curved in the air, orbiting him in slow, ever-widening circles. Coming dangerously close to the boy's body. A pause, a low breath, then the crackle of the mechanical voice -- almost warped beyond comprehension. "... why are you alive?"

dreaminginhues January 31 2009, 22:58:01 UTC

He stared at the man in front of him. "I want to change the world. I am going to fight like hell to fix this corrupt city." He said softly, "That's why I'm alive, to help people."

There was a seriousness in his eyes, a seriousness not often seen in a seventeen year old's eyes. It showed that Quatre meant what he said and he was going to do everything to change the city the best he could.

striginae February 1 2009, 00:12:16 UTC

It was a hollow laugh that escaped cracked, and bloodstains lips, seemingly out of nowhere -- the noise of a man broken, beaten, torn to pieces and stitched back together. (I was once like you.) And it was just as abruptly that he lashed out a hand, sending an orb of blood to smash into the other side of his chest, shattering more bones.

No more words. It wasn't worth it. And he silently flicked a finger, easily breaking one of the boy's arms with a second explosive impact.

dreaminginhues February 1 2009, 00:21:59 UTC

The pain was unbearable, but Quatre fought back a scream. He would not give the man the pleasure of hearing him scream. He dropped his head back against the ground, eyes lightly shut.

"If you're going to kill me... Then do it. At least I'll die knowing I've done all I could to help people." he whispered. He was a soldier, he knew he could die with dignity. Wait, soldier? He wasn't a soldier... He was a student. With a low chuckle, he opened his eyes, looking up at the sky.

striginae February 1 2009, 02:13:27 UTC

It didn't matter, whether the boy screamed or not. Inflicting pain -- that wasn't the point. Only the final punishment of death to those who had no right to live -- not when innocent lives had been spared no mercy.

Movements a dark blur, he smashed the boy's head facefirst into the pavement, heralding the crunch of cartilage breaking, blood splattering. Rendering him unconscious in an instant. -- and then there was no point in lingering.

Rising with unsteady movements, Nagi clutched at his head, feeling as though it would split apart. (I can't allow these people to go on. I let you die. It's not fair if they continue on like this.) Staggering footsteps, as he resumed the path of carnage down the streets of Elysium.

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