WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: The evening of March the 4th and through the night
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: The City has been saturated in haterade hate gas for days, and the emotions of those affected have hit critical mass. Rioting, fighting, looting, and heroism are all about to break out.
FORMAT: Whatever works
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Walking through town is quite scary/And not very sensible either )
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For now all he can do is confiscate their weapons, pluck them bodily out of dangerous areas and try to talk them down... all the while doing his best not to get disheartened by the constant swearing and disparaging of his outfit, his perceived sexual orientation, his manner of speaking and everything in between. He's not even bothering with the looting right now, he's more concerned about the people hurting themselves and each other, hoping every time he flies back up above the crowd - a big red and gold blur - that he spots another hero... or at least anyone else not filled to the brim with hatorade.
Also he could kinda use a hug. And he hasn't even spotted his first vampire yet.
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----Needless to say, it all got pulled off without a hitch. Good for the Major, Kkkkkkkinda for Beatrice. A part of her was filled with excitement and glee at the sight of all the chaos, the mayhem, and a pissed-off Sanji (who would make for a challenge), but another part of her was still with Bakura, who became a casualty as a result of her own selfishness and foolishness.
So now, she would have to do some damage control. But she's going to come off as arrogant and haughty as ever, letting out a loud cackle when she finally addresses Sanji himself:
"Hoh! Quite a change of heart you're undergoing, Sanji. I wonder...is this the real you?"
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He straightened up and threw back his shoulders, glaring. "I won't hurt you. Come at me if you will but I'm not going to fight you." It was said through clenched teeth, but the anger raging inside him went completely contrary to his nature as the love-cook. He still refused on principle to hurt women, but it was getting harder to control the surface impulses and stick to his ethic. He hadn't harmed a single female so far. If Sanji wanted to keep his head, he had to maintain that tiny shred of civility in the face of unnatural rage.
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Indeed. She can see the unbridled rage struggling to force its way out of Sanji's subconscious. And she's going to make a game out of it. To forget. To forget all that she has done.
She will test the limits of his restraint, woman though she is. She snaps her fingers once more, and out come her spears of light---seven of them.
"Lock away that rage, that anger, all you like. It will only make your itch harder to scratch. Don't be silly, Sanji. At their core, humans are animals, and they will give in to their primal instincts ( ... )
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Loaded up with the Harkonnen and a grenade launcher loaded with tear gas for the civilians, Seras kicked open the back door of the truck and waded out into the chaos.
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And he hated it. That anger pushing through his skin. Refusing release no matter what he did. No matter how much he ruined. He put his fist through a glass window and the sirens wailed and cried and even though he couldn't stop shaking with rage, even though he couldn't keep himself from hitting into it again, he wasn't saved.
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Some of them were fighting back this time, though. Fueled by a fury that had to be artificial. She learned quickly to pick her battles. She didn't like hurting people who were out of control because of someone or something else.
And it was on the streets she spotted a familiar face. One who looked much like he had the first time she'd seen him.
"Jack?"
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She wasn't here to save him.
He didn't want to be saved.
He tore himself away from the window. He couldn't feel the glass in his hand, but it didn't matter. For now, he watched her, sucking angry breaths between his teeth. He could power a whole windmill, the way he breathed.
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"You're bleeding."
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