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

[striginae]

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

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[striginae]

Nagi had been just about ready to twist his hand in deeper, tear through the membranes of the abdominal cavity and start desecrating the organs that lay underneath -- when the sudden blow to the head caught him off guard. Staggering back, he shook his head, vision momentarily decorated with flashes of bright color.

It was the feeling of movement, rather than the rush of words, that made him back off blindly, trying to clear his vision of the technicolor spots -- but it wasn't fast enough. The splatter of blood, and a jagged spike of pain tearing up his arm, as the end of the chainsaw blade tore through the end of his severed left arm. Once more rupturing mutilated flesh.

And the brilliant flashes that decorated his vision instantly shattered, deteriorating, instead, into a series of images that he knew all too well. (His wife, first at their marriage -- then dead on the ground. A familiar figure in a black kimono, walking away, smile on lips. His unborn child, displayed in a glass tube, never to awake. Himself, in the Undertakers' room -- covered in blood, like here, like now.) It was an enraged snarl, as he shot an arm forth, attacking almost blindly -- but nonetheless hitting the mark. Pushing past just beside the chainsaw blade and digging fingers deep into the other's midriff. Deep enough to feel folds of organs.

[anachronize]

Grell watched the images flash before him - no, no, this was boring, where was the excitement? The blood, the carnage, the mayhem - surely this wasn't the masked figure's debut performance? He sighed as the sharp pain pierced into his midsection anew. "How disappointing."

[deferential]

William had been on his way back to the Abyss -- casually walking and jumping on the rooftops. He was avoiding the massacre that was going on down below. However, he had to stop when his book opened in his hand. It appeared suddenly in the air and began opening to the section related to his subordinates. Dispatcher Sutcliff.

And now he had to go and hunt that shinigami down. Lovely. His steps hurried as he ran in the direction to where he was sure that that fool was. And the fool did not disappoint William. It looked like he was about to be killed if he did not do anything to stop it. His hand came to adjust his glasses as he thought that perhaps he should just let it happen. The scythe instead came out to swing down and to collide with the attacker's shoulder -- meant purely to knock him off balance rather than to actually cause any real damage.

Either way, he jumped down from the rooftop -- only to grab onto a handful of Grell's hair -- before returning to his perch. William did not care if this ended up hurting his subordinate or not. It was the man's own fault that he had to result in doing such annoying things like getting involved in something that neither of them should have gotten involved in the first place. Throwing Grell off to the side of the roof, he addressed the man as he bowed low. "I apologize for the inconvenience he has caused. I doubt this means much to you, but I am sorry." He straightened a few seconds later, believing that it would be wise to leave before any more violence came his way.

"Continue as you wish to, we shall not interfere anymore." Adjusting his glasses once more, he walked over to grab Grell's hair and drag him to the transports -- considering the matter over.

[anachronize]

Grell laughed, spluttered, coughed up a fair amount of blood as he found himself yanked upward and away from the masked figure on the street by his hair. The sudden intervention caught him by surprise, and he almost dropped his scythe back down to the street below as he was lifted up to the rooftops

"Will, darling. So nice to see you again." Grell struggled, a bit ineffectually, to get to his feet again, without success. Honestly, being dragged was so demeaning - and furthermore, the friction against the tops of the buildings was ruining his already-damaged clothes.

"As wonderful as it is to see that chivalry is not, in fact, dead, I can walk, you know." Grell chuckled again and with his free hand, pushed some errant internal organs back into place.