Will and a Little Time [CLOSED]
WHO: Shito Tachibana [
undeadapostle ], Chika Akatsuki [
paymentplz ] & Grell Sutcliff(?) [
chainsaw_juliet ]
WHAT: Being stabbed through the chest with a chainsaw hurts - no matter if you're dead or not.
WHERE: Somewhere close to the docks.
WHEN: After this.
Another dimension, was it? Shito leaned back against the wall to which he had managed to crawl, leaving a trace of blood on the cold floor as the movements opened up the wound even more. He had always known that Akatsuki was an idiot but this was quite extreme even for being him. The zombie knew about the existence of other dimensions, true, but surely there wouldn’t be anyone who was interested in actually transferring him - and that money-hungry, naïve trash bag - to one of them, right?
He felt a small pang of something that almost resembled hope in his tattered up chest. If he had come to a place in which the Xu Fu couldn’t find him… Ridiculous. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. In case they had actually been sent away to some foreign world there were no people that were more likely to be behind it all than those people. It was their business after all - death spells and forgotten magical abilities.
Yet he couldn’t understand why. Surely, walking a few metres outside of the territory couldn’t have been enough for them to hand out such a refined punishment. And even though they had uttered dislike towards his partnership with Akatsuki they couldn’t possibly have seen the noisy bastard as an actual threat. No, the fact that Akatsuki was here proved that there had to be someone else pulling the threads.
But solving the mystery would have to become a later problem - right now he had to concentrate on healing instead. It could take ages without Yuuta’s help but he would make it. Sooner or later. Preferably before someone found him. Someone including a certain pain-in-the-ass zombie teen whom he still had unfinished business with.
undeadapostle ], Chika Akatsuki [
paymentplz ] & Grell Sutcliff(?) [
chainsaw_juliet ]
WHAT: Being stabbed through the chest with a chainsaw hurts - no matter if you're dead or not.
WHERE: Somewhere close to the docks.
WHEN: After this.
Another dimension, was it? Shito leaned back against the wall to which he had managed to crawl, leaving a trace of blood on the cold floor as the movements opened up the wound even more. He had always known that Akatsuki was an idiot but this was quite extreme even for being him. The zombie knew about the existence of other dimensions, true, but surely there wouldn’t be anyone who was interested in actually transferring him - and that money-hungry, naïve trash bag - to one of them, right?
He felt a small pang of something that almost resembled hope in his tattered up chest. If he had come to a place in which the Xu Fu couldn’t find him… Ridiculous. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. In case they had actually been sent away to some foreign world there were no people that were more likely to be behind it all than those people. It was their business after all - death spells and forgotten magical abilities.
Yet he couldn’t understand why. Surely, walking a few metres outside of the territory couldn’t have been enough for them to hand out such a refined punishment. And even though they had uttered dislike towards his partnership with Akatsuki they couldn’t possibly have seen the noisy bastard as an actual threat. No, the fact that Akatsuki was here proved that there had to be someone else pulling the threads.
But solving the mystery would have to become a later problem - right now he had to concentrate on healing instead. It could take ages without Yuuta’s help but he would make it. Sooner or later. Preferably before someone found him. Someone including a certain pain-in-the-ass zombie teen whom he still had unfinished business with.