event: and then the world ended || high aphro

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Power.

It was such an intangible thing. Sure, one could covet it in terms of property, wealth, and the like, but power in itself was immeasurable. There was no scent, no taste, just a raw upsurge of insatiable feeling that flowed through every vein in the body, infected every thought, daunted every footstep. And as of this moment, the prince had to

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[thewaitingdark]

There were times when he wondered at the way things happened in his life, but today hadn't been one of them. It had even been fairly calm, for once, in his general sphere of influence.

Still, he was never one to leave the interesting alone, and a blond on a warpath... well, it could never be said that he had it in him to ignore one of -those-.

oh lawd. Schneizel's getting his ass kicked

[succeeds]

Enemy spotted. Tall, with armor, silver hair, a respectable build. This particular foe could prove quite the challenge.

"Schneizel el Britannia," he introduced himself from afar. "You stand as an obstacle to the world they desire. As such, you will be eliminated."

A near feral grin stretched across his face then. "My apologies. That's not what you were expecting, was it? Perhaps that was impolite of me..."

Bowing awkwardly as he began to approach, Schneizel just continued to grin. "Please, accept your fate, and this will go much more smoothly for the both of us."

Schneizel had no idea who he was addressing, but he was about to find out. He raised his rapier high above his head...

Yes, that's far from an impossible result <3

[thewaitingdark]

He twisted to the side, calling masamune to his fingertips and flicking her sideways at the man to swat him with the flat. If it connected or not really depended on how fast the man was. "And yet you didn't wait for my name? Shame."

feel free to beat him up within a post or two

[succeeds]

Schneizel was quick at the parry; however, the sheer force of the blade, even just its flat, was enough to send him stumbling back. He didn't glare, snap a retort, or even react at all. He simply deadpaned, "Your name is of no consequence to me."

And with that, he continued marching forward, so far no worse for the wear. There was no style or reason to his form of combat; simply the urge to murder, kill, slaughter.

It would likely be his own undoing instead.

Okieday!

[thewaitingdark]

He noticed, then attacked again, this time not bothering to check his speed, hitting the man hard in the shoulder of his blade hand before turning it to flick the sharp edge against his cheek. "It would be in your interest to care."

[succeeds]

Schneizel had passed the first test, but not the second. He let out a gasp of surprise from the intensity of the blow, face flying to the side, bleeding. The cut was shallow, but it still stung, enough to earn a pair of leering eyes this time.

"All I care for is the reformation of this wicked world," Schneizel proclaimed, before he picked up the pace, charging the unwelcome visitor with his own blade pointed foeward.

[thewaitingdark]

He didn't even give the poor man the grace of a kindly defeat, blade coming in and across before he introduced his booted heel to the man's then exposed stomach. "Are you finished?"

[succeeds]

Schneizel crumpled forward, maimed by the assault and left struggling for air. Wheezing and clutching tight to his stomach, he said nothing, trying to retrieve his fallen rapier and continue the fight. Truly a pathetic sight, as he couldn't make it beyond kneeling; thankfully, he wasn't in the condition to feel humiliated, but it would no doubt be a source of embarrassment later.

[thewaitingdark]

He huffed and threw his weight forward, shoving the man onto his back with a foot on his chest and staring down at him. "I said. Are you finished, or must I stab you to make myself heard?"

[succeeds]

At that, Schneizel finally conceded. Exhausted, even from such a short exchange, he glanced up at the other man with blood crazed eyes. Though he could no longer move, still his gaze trended back towards his sword. His body may have been broken for the time being, but his will still very much was not, under a spell far stronger than any blade.

[thewaitingdark]

"Apparently not." He leaned down and grabbed his hair to make him look at him "Now be polite and inquire my name."