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Who: Gojyo (onehotkappa) and OPEN
What: Genkaku drugged him, and he's going a bit crazy.
When: Right after this
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence, language, possibly inappropriateness if he thinks you're hot. There's nothing holding him back today.
Note: This tag is in prose, but feel free to respond with action tags if you prefer. Both works just as fine for me!
That damn shitty monk had really gone down too easily, and the satisfaction had worn off almost instantly. He hadn't even bothered to kill him; it wasn't necessary, and he'd just be doing the asshole a favour anyway. There wasn't a point. He'd just left him there, and if no one found him in time, it wouldn't be his fault no one'd cared enough to go looking.
That's what closure meant, right? He didn't give a shit either way anymore.
It felt good, he realised. It was a rush, knowing it didn't matter. He wanted that. He'd always cared too damn much, and it never got him a fucking thing. He'd been beat up and nearly killed more times than he could count instead, for people just looking for an excuse to leave. For closure, but on their terms. Always their own.
Gojyo pushed through crowds of aliens and people he didn't know, not caring if he knocked anyone over. He was moving quickly through the ship, seemingly aimless with the way he went from floor to floor, but looking for familiar faces. They could be anywhere, out shopping or working or even looking for him after that message the monk left on the network. And he hoped they were. That'd make it even better when he turned on them.
His turn this time. But they would all have done it to him sooner or later, so they had no fucking right to complain.
What: Genkaku drugged him, and he's going a bit crazy.
When: Right after this
Where: All over the ship
Warnings: Violence, language, possibly inappropriateness if he thinks you're hot. There's nothing holding him back today.
Note: This tag is in prose, but feel free to respond with action tags if you prefer. Both works just as fine for me!
That damn shitty monk had really gone down too easily, and the satisfaction had worn off almost instantly. He hadn't even bothered to kill him; it wasn't necessary, and he'd just be doing the asshole a favour anyway. There wasn't a point. He'd just left him there, and if no one found him in time, it wouldn't be his fault no one'd cared enough to go looking.
That's what closure meant, right? He didn't give a shit either way anymore.
It felt good, he realised. It was a rush, knowing it didn't matter. He wanted that. He'd always cared too damn much, and it never got him a fucking thing. He'd been beat up and nearly killed more times than he could count instead, for people just looking for an excuse to leave. For closure, but on their terms. Always their own.
Gojyo pushed through crowds of aliens and people he didn't know, not caring if he knocked anyone over. He was moving quickly through the ship, seemingly aimless with the way he went from floor to floor, but looking for familiar faces. They could be anywhere, out shopping or working or even looking for him after that message the monk left on the network. And he hoped they were. That'd make it even better when he turned on them.
His turn this time. But they would all have done it to him sooner or later, so they had no fucking right to complain.