[42.00] Back
[A gasp, and some uneven panting that gradually slows. It's a few moments before he can right himself, convince his nerves that his skin is no longer burning off. His last death wasn't anywhere near this traumatic.]
Well... that was... unusually unpleasant.
....
Anyone finds my armor and mask, do return them.
That really is bloody ( Read more... )
Well... that was... unusually unpleasant.
....
Anyone finds my armor and mask, do return them.
That really is bloody ( Read more... )
[Thank God, thank God, thank God a thousand times over.]
Yes, yes, I'm fine.
[So much better now you're back.]
Reply
((He's so coming over.))
Reply
[He's going to tell her he blames her, isn't he? Well, it's not like she doesn't deserve it...]
Reply
Reply
For an actress, Christine is unbelievably bad at controlling her expression.]
...Sorry.
Reply
She's unharmed, just as perfect as he'd kept her. After a moment he sighs deeply, tension easing out of him.))
Get an escort next time, hm?
Reply
[He isn't angry. Christine lets out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding and wraps her arms around Erol's neck. She had been so sure he'd be angry, but there's no hint of it in his tone, and she knows that Erol doesn't hide his anger. But still...]
You... you not angry?
Reply
((The words slip out before he can check or proof them, and he berates himself for the lapse. It wasn't, after all, like he REALLY cared; she was a favorite plaything, and he was... attached to the attention she gave him, the utter devotion she afforded him.
Eh. Let her think what she likes. If she thinks Erol cares, she'll fawn over him all the more.))
... Did it hurt?
((Did he kill her as cleanly as he intended? Somehow it matters to him, that his pet not be hurt accidentally.))
Reply
A smile that falters at the mention of what happened.]
No.
[In fact, she hadn't felt a thing, though that might have had something to do with the fact she was somewhat distracted by the burning agony in her stomach. The mere memory of it causes her to cling to Erol a little more.]
Reply
((That meant he'd done it properly, and he takes pride in that. It wasn't the easiest way to kill someone, but likely the quickest without turning her over to reach the brainstem.
He herds her towards the couch. Sit.
Erol wanted to spend some time with the reason that made an agonizing, pride-stinging death worthwhile. Cleanse the memory from his nerves, replace it with something better.))
Reply
In the end, she simply reaches for his hand. Were it up to her, and were it enough, they would stay like this until the memories of pain and death faded from both their minds.]
Thank you.
[If someone had told her six months ago - no, three months, even - that she would one day thank the man she loved for killing her, she would have thought them mad. How things change.]
Reply
Nothing I wouldn't have wanted done if it were me.
((Nothing he hadn't wanted, when...
But was Torn who gave it to him. Not Kage or Even or Cadence... of all people it had to be his former commanding officer turned rogue turned Commander again.
Erol tensed at the memory, eyes darkening. He remembered, through the oncoming shock and haze of pain, cold metal at his neck and a hand supporting his head...
Torn had shown him mercy when he needed it most, and Erol resented him all the more.))
Reply
…What happen, Erol?
[Maybe talking about it will help, although Christine is afraid of what she'll hear. If it was anything at all like her own death… But if there is anything she can do, then she has to do it.]
Reply
Hell, what could it hurt. Throw the girl a bone, she's been good. It was a good self-sacrificing hero story, too.))
I went for Xamira. Torn... informed me that they had an abush set up on Deck 09. I couldn't kill her; do her damage, yes, but kill her? Unlikely. But they had death waiting, and I wanted her dead, even if not by my hand.
So I did what he asked and led her from 04 to 09, down the stairs. Played "bait." I... had to make certain she followed, so I slowed up...
She hit me with the same spell as she used on you.
Reply
[The same spell used on her... Oh, the pain he must have been in, must have known he may well end up being in, and still he had gone after Xamira. For her. Because she hadn't had the sense to stay in her room. How could he not be angry at her? It just didn't make sense.]
Erol... if this happen again, or something like happen...
[How to phrase it, how to phrase it...]
P-please say you not go after killer if... if you know you can... d-die.
[It might not work - probably won't, in fact - but at least she'll have tried.]
Reply
I won't be a coward, any more than I will be second-best. I'm used to risking death on a daily basis.
[His arm tightens briefly around her, betraying how much it did bother him to be deprived of his addiction to adrenaline. He got short bursts of it here and there, but despite Xamira, the tussle with the cyborgs, playtime with Jak and Link... he couldn't help feeling that he was slowing down. The sheer apathy and futility of this place was getting to him... NO.]
Rather die a thousand times than flinch from combat just because it's dangerous. Bad enough I cooled my heels for so long, even though direct assault was futile.
[He shakes his head. Story's not done. Where was he?]
Anyway. I got her through the stairwell doors on Deck 09, and... I can only presume they were successful. I was rather preoccupied.
It's... hard to say how much time passed. But the next person I saw was Torn.
Reply
Leave a comment