Heat ☄ 005; While the Embryon swore vengeance...
Who: Heat, Kamina, Anyone else?
Where: Somni District 4 (Industrial District)
Style: Either, be consistent
Status: Semi-closed. Kamina will be the one to get him out of here, but others are welcome to observe and find Heat if they wish.
When: August 12th
Heat awoke in the same place he died.
Initially, he hardly understood what had happened to him. The excruciating pain in his chest and limbs and the bewildered light in his eye hit him first, drowning out most other sensations and half-assed attempts at thoughts. The morning rays filtering in through the dilapidated fifth-story windows hurt to look at. His body ached in more places than he could count.
Yet with great effort, he pulled himself to his feet, using the near wall as a brace. One glance around the blood-stained, browned, wrecked room ignited a rush of memories, flashes of his last experiences before he felt Bat’s teeth entrench themselves into his tough calf muscles…
The wave of hate nearly overwhelmed him. Heat teetered forward, catching himself with the wall, his hand balled into white-knuckled fists.
(He devoured me.)
Heat trembled, unfocused eyes flashing.
(Bastards! They tried to manipulate me, killed--)
He opened his palm, flexing it carefully with unsteady, twitching movements. Several swiftly-fading scars lined his hands, a gift from Minatsuki’s whip wing. With tightly clenched teeth, it dawned on him that he could hardly control the way his body moved. Disheartening, when one’s self-control was always at issue.
(What the hell…? I’m still breathing.)
Heat didn’t question it for long. He existed; that was all that mattered. He existed as flesh and blood at that very moment, and he hadn’t risen to the clouds and turned into rain. There was no Karma Temple to reincarnate him as a ‘new’ someone. No, it didn’t make any sense, and deep down he wondered what the hell it could possibly mean, but there was a greater issue at stake now that he was there.
(Sera.)
If those bleeding ass bastards laid one hand on her, he would tear them apart as soon as he had the strength to will his body into attack.
First, Heat would have to get himself back to his comrades for some rejuvenation. Heat managed to force his body to cooperate long enough to stagger down the stairs, out the building and a few good yards away.
But one step beyond that, and his jellied legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed face first in the dirt, ashen, weak, and unmoving.
Where: Somni District 4 (Industrial District)
Style: Either, be consistent
Status: Semi-closed. Kamina will be the one to get him out of here, but others are welcome to observe and find Heat if they wish.
When: August 12th
Heat awoke in the same place he died.
Initially, he hardly understood what had happened to him. The excruciating pain in his chest and limbs and the bewildered light in his eye hit him first, drowning out most other sensations and half-assed attempts at thoughts. The morning rays filtering in through the dilapidated fifth-story windows hurt to look at. His body ached in more places than he could count.
Yet with great effort, he pulled himself to his feet, using the near wall as a brace. One glance around the blood-stained, browned, wrecked room ignited a rush of memories, flashes of his last experiences before he felt Bat’s teeth entrench themselves into his tough calf muscles…
The wave of hate nearly overwhelmed him. Heat teetered forward, catching himself with the wall, his hand balled into white-knuckled fists.
(He devoured me.)
Heat trembled, unfocused eyes flashing.
(Bastards! They tried to manipulate me, killed--)
He opened his palm, flexing it carefully with unsteady, twitching movements. Several swiftly-fading scars lined his hands, a gift from Minatsuki’s whip wing. With tightly clenched teeth, it dawned on him that he could hardly control the way his body moved. Disheartening, when one’s self-control was always at issue.
(What the hell…? I’m still breathing.)
Heat didn’t question it for long. He existed; that was all that mattered. He existed as flesh and blood at that very moment, and he hadn’t risen to the clouds and turned into rain. There was no Karma Temple to reincarnate him as a ‘new’ someone. No, it didn’t make any sense, and deep down he wondered what the hell it could possibly mean, but there was a greater issue at stake now that he was there.
(Sera.)
If those bleeding ass bastards laid one hand on her, he would tear them apart as soon as he had the strength to will his body into attack.
First, Heat would have to get himself back to his comrades for some rejuvenation. Heat managed to force his body to cooperate long enough to stagger down the stairs, out the building and a few good yards away.
But one step beyond that, and his jellied legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed face first in the dirt, ashen, weak, and unmoving.