sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible [CLOSED]
Who: Teatime and Demyx.
What: BOSS BATTLE aka Demyx comes down with a case of STABBITY DEATH.
Where: The beach (I think. Correct me if I'm wrong Bookie)
When: Sometime in the middle of this.
Warnings: Character death.
Notes: TEATIME TELLING DEMYX HIS NAME IS RETCONNED LIKE A BOSS JUST A NOTE. B|;;
Teatime was bored, bored, bored.
And when the young Assassin was bored, bad things happened.
So he'd gone off in search of something to do, and it had just been so easy to find someone -anyone- and catch them unawares.
He missed the feeling of killing things, really; it was just so satisfying to be in charge of someone's life for a split second.
And no matter what everyone else said, messy kills were fun. There was no doubt about that.
First order of business: take the communicator out. He knew enough about Nautilus to figure out that showing himself on camera killing someone would not be optimal for his survival. He didn't plan to die again just yet.
That had been rather easy; he had plenty of practice in hitting things from a distance.
Now, killing would be harder. But Teatime did love a challenge.
"Ow! What the heck was that f--"
Before Demyx could say anything else, the Assassin was already there and almost about to stab him.
What: BOSS BATTLE aka Demyx comes down with a case of STABBITY DEATH.
Where: The beach (I think. Correct me if I'm wrong Bookie)
When: Sometime in the middle of this.
Warnings: Character death.
Notes: TEATIME TELLING DEMYX HIS NAME IS RETCONNED LIKE A BOSS JUST A NOTE. B|;;
Teatime was bored, bored, bored.
And when the young Assassin was bored, bad things happened.
So he'd gone off in search of something to do, and it had just been so easy to find someone -anyone- and catch them unawares.
He missed the feeling of killing things, really; it was just so satisfying to be in charge of someone's life for a split second.
And no matter what everyone else said, messy kills were fun. There was no doubt about that.
First order of business: take the communicator out. He knew enough about Nautilus to figure out that showing himself on camera killing someone would not be optimal for his survival. He didn't plan to die again just yet.
That had been rather easy; he had plenty of practice in hitting things from a distance.
Now, killing would be harder. But Teatime did love a challenge.
"Ow! What the heck was that f--"
Before Demyx could say anything else, the Assassin was already there and almost about to stab him.