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Darkness stirs and wakes imagination... [In- Progress]

Mar 06, 2009 20:45

WHO: Mithos Yggdrasil and Schrodinger (maybe a kind stranger near the end).
WHAT: Uh, well, sometimes disagreements turn ugly. So FIGHT!! FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS!!
WHERE: Near the jungle, pretty far away from potential casualties (although some might notice the lightshow).
WHEN: Day 344

( Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor~ )

Ω daniel "d" edward, Ω schrodinger, Ω mithos yggdrasill

Comments 33

cat0in0a0box March 7 2009, 06:23:47 UTC

He saw it all so vividly in his mind. The death of his comrades, of low level soldiers, useless cogs in the greater machine. They served a set purpose, followed set orders. If the orders weren't completed, they died. If the orders were completed, sometimes they still died. Always in terribly bloody ways ( ... )

DX BAWW LJ ATE MY LONGER ENTRY, SORRY rulestheplanet March 7 2009, 07:50:57 UTC

Mithos turned to the disturbance. Oh, the little annoying cat-boy. Thinking back, Mithos remembered the cat-child demanding information on Martel and even accusing Mithos of harming her. What insolence.

He sneered at Schrodinger but said nothing. For his transgressions, the boy was beyond even the hope of becoming an angel. There was no reason why Mithos should respond to one even lower than a dog.

's okay, I was terribly distracted by the meme cat0in0a0box March 7 2009, 08:19:57 UTC

Hatred. That was a familiar emotion to Schrodinger. Although it was never as strong as the emotion he felt now, he knew it. It came hand and hand with the violence and filth that was his world.

Right then, at that moment, the creature in front of him was more ugly and more filthy than any of the men soaked in blood he had lived with.

"Mithos," he growled again, stepping forward, "Vhere is she?"

rulestheplanet March 8 2009, 06:53:39 UTC

He was talking about Martel again. His Martel.

"You have no need to know," Mithos said angrily. Schrodinger had no right to taint her name with his imperfect mouth. No one did, except for Mithos. It had been so wonderful to touch her again, to gaze upon her gleaming smile, but it had pained him to be so powerless, that so many impure beings could touch her and gaze upon her, as well. And now, when he had finally reached sufficient power...

Mithos gritted his teeth. It didn't matter. He had ended wars, reshaped worlds, and knew the only way to end hate and prejudice completely. As long as he had a compatible vessel and her crystallized soul, he would be able to bring Martel back.

"Are you standing in my way?" Mithos growled.

this is why Schro is never allowed to win... cat0in0a0box March 8 2009, 21:22:02 UTC

"I am," Schrodinger said, a smile twisting his face, showing every single fang in his mouth.

He was a scout in his world, a messenger who had the barrels of guns shoved down his throat and his head removed from his body because he could survive it. But the possibility for violence, the need, the craving, was still there in him. And he was hungry.

For the blood, for the screams, for the sound of an exploding rifle, even for the feeling of a sharp edge tearing through his own skin or a piece of lead crashing through his bones and lungs. Whether he lost or won at this point meant nothing to him, as long as he could feel bones breaking between his jaws again. He had been trapped in a single time, a single place, a single existence for months, powerless, stripped down to nothing more than the neighborhood trouble-maker.

Schrodinger was tired of games. He wanted war. He wanted Hell.