[She supposes there's a first time for everything-even seeing someone look more pathetic than Ragna, for one. But there's something off about this transmission, isn't there?]
action; if you want it to be! you can respond in voice or anything you want 8)usagggiiiiJune 13 2011, 00:50:01 UTC
[Rachel sees him off at a distance; she can see everything that's going around her, as she stands on top of the archives. She sees the fog, she sees people panicking - slowly but surely - and most of all, she can see this supposed Task Force falling apart to pieces, unable to gather together.
She sees the fog enveloping parts of the city, blocking her view.
Scoffing, she continues trolling to speak into the communicator.]
Your foolish faith in the Task Force seems misplaced. How sad.
Takamiya-san...? [She's surprised to say the least, and although she isn't in that good of a mental state herself, she does sound to be in a better situation than he is currently in.]
[Yuuki falls silent when the video feed ends so abruptly. Her eyes widen as she stares at where the video transmission should be, talking to the dead transmission as if momentarily dazed by the occurrence.]
[She's out the door so fast with Artemis, she doesn't even stop to think she might have trouble finding him with the atmosphere as it is.
Yuuki's leaping before looking, though, slightly panicked she won't be in time to help Kaito. He said he was near here and even if her sense of smell can't help, she'll just look for him the old fashioned way.
[Zero can't be positive that what he hears is authentic. It might even color him surprised by this point, if it is.
Yet, is he really the coherent one to judge? Even being within the building offers little reprieve to the fog that by now has his mind suffocating, wrapped in a murky distortion. His head throbs relentlessly along with the dry, white-hot heat at his throat. He can even feel the fine veins within his hands and fingers pulsing, pressing to the underside of claw-like nails.]
Where? Where...
[It's only a murmur, maybe even to himself. He stops every now and then amidst a slow gate and looks, searching for the sounds and the source of that voice, because of course he's familiar with it. Just like all the others, only this- this one and how real it had been, rather than the whispers that only echoed within his head. Even the feed and its images were more real than what he pulled the trigger on, earlier
( ... )
[It starts at the base of his skull. Uneasiness. He turns, only just -]
Ze -
[And then Kaito can't breathe through the pain. His body absorbs the impact, but it's his shoulder and arm that take the damage. He still feels slightly disoriented when Zero yanks his head back. He can hear the low voice beside him, words drifting over his ear like nonsense dying too slowly.
For the briefest moment, he almost laughs. It's only fitting that the wild card would find him first. How often he must lay plans to waste while dancing right into the tune of them. How closely are fate and bad luck connected? Kaito has more than enough of both to share, it seems.
He doesn't laugh, however. He can feel the bloodlust of the creature behind him crawling over his skin. Disgusting. His eyes are tinged with pain, but his voice stays true.]
I didn't think the Task Force would be good for anything... I don't even have it in me to pretend to be disappointed.
[How unsatisfying. Putting a nice amount of effort into pinning Kaito to the concrete, only to hear the most subtle crack! from within. Was it a rib or two? Or his arm? It would make sense, of course, although that would mean he was paying attention to the trivial matters. It's more exhilarating to sense, even for one tiny fraction of a moment, the way the heart stalls amidst a skipping beat, as if stumbling headlong to into a brick wall
( ... )
[He barely registers having the barrel of a gun pressed into his back, not when that deceitful tongue touches his skin - all his instincts rise and scream, but his body betrays him by freezing every muscle, leaving himself vulnerable down to the bone. No, no, he was no longer a child -
Fangs penetrate his skin. Pain. Fear, but they are so easily conquered. It's the fact that it's Zero who has bitten him that fills him with disbelief. He still sees the little boy, not this thing with its crimson eyes. He shouldn't be so surprised. All vampires were one and the same.]
One and the same. How could I be so blind?
[It's not vulnerability that coats his voice, it's the barely quaking rage that has always been hidden inside him - it swells and gushes out. Like the blood from his wrist, sucked out by this creature's mouth to sit warm and trapped in its stomach. What of the boy who died to give it its place
( ... )
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She sees the fog enveloping parts of the city, blocking her view.
Scoffing, she continues trolling to speak into the communicator.]
Your foolish faith in the Task Force seems misplaced. How sad.
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Oh god, what is that...? And then he's addressing her personally.] I'll-
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Taka..mi... ...ya-san...?
[She wastes little time getting onto her feet.]
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Yuuki's leaping before looking, though, slightly panicked she won't be in time to help Kaito. He said he was near here and even if her sense of smell can't help, she'll just look for him the old fashioned way.
She's coming, don't die, Kaito.]
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Yet, is he really the coherent one to judge? Even being within the building offers little reprieve to the fog that by now has his mind suffocating, wrapped in a murky distortion. His head throbs relentlessly along with the dry, white-hot heat at his throat. He can even feel the fine veins within his hands and fingers pulsing, pressing to the underside of claw-like nails.]
Where? Where...
[It's only a murmur, maybe even to himself. He stops every now and then amidst a slow gate and looks, searching for the sounds and the source of that voice, because of course he's familiar with it. Just like all the others, only this- this one and how real it had been, rather than the whispers that only echoed within his head. Even the feed and its images were more real than what he pulled the trigger on, earlier ( ... )
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Ze -
[And then Kaito can't breathe through the pain. His body absorbs the impact, but it's his shoulder and arm that take the damage. He still feels slightly disoriented when Zero yanks his head back. He can hear the low voice beside him, words drifting over his ear like nonsense dying too slowly.
For the briefest moment, he almost laughs. It's only fitting that the wild card would find him first. How often he must lay plans to waste while dancing right into the tune of them. How closely are fate and bad luck connected? Kaito has more than enough of both to share, it seems.
He doesn't laugh, however. He can feel the bloodlust of the creature behind him crawling over his skin. Disgusting. His eyes are tinged with pain, but his voice stays true.]
I didn't think the Task Force would be good for anything... I don't even have it in me to pretend to be disappointed.
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Fangs penetrate his skin. Pain. Fear, but they are so easily conquered. It's the fact that it's Zero who has bitten him that fills him with disbelief. He still sees the little boy, not this thing with its crimson eyes. He shouldn't be so surprised. All vampires were one and the same.]
One and the same. How could I be so blind?
[It's not vulnerability that coats his voice, it's the barely quaking rage that has always been hidden inside him - it swells and gushes out. Like the blood from his wrist, sucked out by this creature's mouth to sit warm and trapped in its stomach. What of the boy who died to give it its place ( ... )
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