Rage. Absolute, unreasoning, unstoppable hatred filled Adelheid's heart and mind. This was the one... this was the man who had torn Adelheid away from his sister, who had inflicted so much pain and suffering on all of them, who was standing there with that smug smile on his face as though confident in his ability to give a speech to those who hated him above all others.
For the first time since he had arrived in Landels, he felt the serpentine hiss of his cursed blood in the back of his mind, terrifying images of tearing the man apart and letting his blood nourish the ground below filling his thoughts... and for the first time in his life, Adelheid embraced it. He didn't need Orochi's hatred; his own would be more than enough.
He abruptly stood up from his pew, striding to the central aisle with hatred in his blazing crimson eyes. He would kill that man, somehow; he would tear the man apart, he would cause an agonized scream for every single wrong that monster had inflicted, and even if he didn't he couldn't just
( ... )
When the man walked in, Chase hadn't taken much notice - until he had seen the orderlies filing in, seen the nurses accompanying the man, seen ... well, the man himself. There was something Wrong with that man, and he didn't need any powers to determine it; the look on that face, the very aura around him seemed completely and utterly wrong. As if he had been taken from some parellel universe, or shifted himself out of a timeframe into this one, one that didn't belong to him.
And then he introduced himself, and had his powers still been fully in his grasp, Chase Young would have blown up the entire room and taken out everybody in it.
As it was, his pupils shrank and his skin paled even more than it already was. He felt his jaw drop slightly, but he was able to grind his teeth together enough to keep himself from looking like a complete idiot. This was him? This was the man on the other side of the intercom? His voice was so familiar, so it had to be him. This was the bastard who controlled every movement they
( ... )
The orderlies acted almost immediately, stepping forward like trained guards to stand well before the Head Doctor. Each held out a hand, ready to stop the charges of the angered patients before they got too close. The nurses, needles out, waited on the sidelines in case they were needed.
"We need to ask you to return to your seats," one of the mountainous men rumbled. "Now."
So that's what you look like.Phoenix had faced evil people before in court -- von Karma was probably the worst he had ever encountered. He'd never felt more threatened in his entire life when he had been Edgeworth's defense attorney in that case. This, however, was an entirely different story
( ... )
"You're right." The urge to run up to the man, yell, or do something was almost overwhelming, but...who knew what they'd do to someone that did? What had happened last night was bad enough
( ... )
Naoe looked at the man as he entered, letting his conversation with Sasuke turn quiet. His attire set him apart from anyone else. He did not have the ridiculous happy face on his chest. Naoe's eyes narrowed as he stepped the the stage, followed by orderlies and nurses. He felt a small jolt when the man spoke, and even more when he announced who he was, but he did not move from his spot in the pews.
It was better to wait and to listen, better to watch as more hot-headed patients charged, better to see what happened to them before he made his own move.
Besides, while he was sure the Head Doctor wouldn't be giving away anything important, there was still a lot to learn from watching a person.
Ginji stared, mouth open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes and when the image didn't go away, he stared some more. He was shocked. Was it really... him? The voice behind the intercom, the one that insulted them and taunted them.
The one who had arranged for him to be in that place with those men who did those things to him?
He felt as if he was been punched in the gut. He folded over and put his hands on his head, desperately trying to pay attention but a little too scared of what was happening inside.
No, no, no, no, no, he thought. There's nothing that I can do. Not yet. Please....
Maintaining just the barest control of his mind he looked up, though he was still folded over and still had his hands on his head. He had to watch, at least until it became to much. He had to know what this man would say to them, even as people attacked Ginji remained seated, but more importantly he remained Ginji.
Kurama's movements were calm and deliberate as he crossed the expanse of aisle that stood between him and Ginji. He kept his hands where they could be seen and made no sudden movements. Prooving he held no threat was the easiest way to avoid trouble.
Reaching the other, Kurama sat himself next to the hunched over figure, slipping an arm around Ginji's shoulders. "Don't worry. He's not going to hurt you again. You're going to be fine..." he whispered, though he really had no idea how to calm Ginji down.
Ginji jerked slightly when he was touched, but when he saw it was Kurama he gave his friend a small, struggled smile. The screams and movements of the other patients didn't help in calming him down, but with Kurama here he didn't have to focus on them. It was easier to block out what was happening.
"I know," he said, voice strained a little. He resisted the urge to glance at the man who was claiming to be the one behind all of this. His smile got my genuine. "I know, Kura-kun," he repeated. He lowered his hands from his head but didn't straighten up.
There were so many people here, too many to trust losing himself.
Kurama returned the smile, though there was still much worry in it. After hearing what he had last night, he knew what Ginji was going through. He squeezed Ginji's shoulders, rubbing his arm slightly. Anything he could think of to provide support.
Things were getting more and more riotous, which Kurama doubted was helping. There were far too many people not thinking straight...Or not thinking at all. He noticed Adelheid had been one of the first attackers and grimaced when he was brought down. The others so far were all strangers to him.
It wasn't his either. It was the symbiote's. That was what snapped him out of praying, and caused him to jerk his head up, looking around for the source. It was the well-dressed man striding down the aisles, looking nothing more than the typical businessman, and flanked by gigantic orderlies. Brock typically would have thought nothing of him - except as food - but his Other was actually...it was actually intimidated.
It could see something he could not. Where he saw just a normal human (with a damn nice suit), it saw something else. It felt fear, something it hadn't felt in a long, long time, and had to recognize, in a primal sense, that here was a creature higher in the food chain then they. The instinct of terror at realizing something else was superior trickled down into Brock, leaving the former reporter with a sense of strong unease as he gazed at the man heading toward the podium, eyebrows furrowed.
They were having the same reaction, although it was less fear on his Other's part. It was cautious, more so than it had been around that woman earlier, but that was bad enough. They rarely ever felt the need to be cautious, and having doubts in their abilities just wasn't acceptable.
Sit back. We must observe.
It wasn't Kasady's thing - actually, he liked that the least about his crimes, the waiting and watching part - but he knew better than to go sticking his hand into a junk yard to see what kind of guard dogs were around.
So they just watched as people started charging up to take on the Head Doctor, and tried not to laugh. Well, things were just getting even more interesting.
The fact that people were trying to attack Landel wasn't surprising. They most certainly weren't, and even if they had their full powers back, they would have thought twice about trying to kill this man who was responsible for their capture. The symbiote wasn't sure what Landel was, though he looked and felt like a human, and Brock was quite happy to remain seated in the pew if his Other felt this strongly about the man behind the podium.
It was when River shrieked that they tore their eyes off Landel. She was screaming "cut it out" over and over, the very picture of mental instability. For a moment the symbiote was torn between its attraction toward her - the perfect Host, it reasoned, for their coming offspring - and fear still regarding Martin Landel.
And growing anger, now, because Landel had her attention and they did not. They were territorial and he was taking what they had decided should be theirsThe symbiote bristled, but remained dormant for now, curling up in the back of its Host's mind and biding its time. Calculating.
( ... )
Kasady had his eyes on Brock unconciously, from across the room: they already knew not to go messing with the Head Doctor so early, so a part of him was damned curious to see if Brock and his symbiote got the weird vibes coming off the man at the head of the room.
Old Faithful had a strange look on this face. It was almost like hunger mixed with a longing that almost was the same intensity as that for the Spider. Kasady's eyes narrowed. It was either hunger....or....
Kasady didn't like where that thought was leading.
...Or.....The senile pair might actually be about to have another offspring. Kasady watched Brock's head move, tracking whatever he was looking at.
The serial killer followed Brock's stare, and came upon a girl who was in the process of shrieking her head off as she rushed the doctor. The symbiote took one look at the girl, and abruptly tensed. Kasady could feel it suddenly coiling up in his mind. He could feel the hatred seeping into him from the symbiote.
Host.Kasady straightened, listening intently. The symbiote
( ... )
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Rage. Absolute, unreasoning, unstoppable hatred filled Adelheid's heart and mind. This was the one... this was the man who had torn Adelheid away from his sister, who had inflicted so much pain and suffering on all of them, who was standing there with that smug smile on his face as though confident in his ability to give a speech to those who hated him above all others.
For the first time since he had arrived in Landels, he felt the serpentine hiss of his cursed blood in the back of his mind, terrifying images of tearing the man apart and letting his blood nourish the ground below filling his thoughts... and for the first time in his life, Adelheid embraced it. He didn't need Orochi's hatred; his own would be more than enough.
He abruptly stood up from his pew, striding to the central aisle with hatred in his blazing crimson eyes. He would kill that man, somehow; he would tear the man apart, he would cause an agonized scream for every single wrong that monster had inflicted, and even if he didn't he couldn't just ( ... )
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When the man walked in, Chase hadn't taken much notice - until he had seen the orderlies filing in, seen the nurses accompanying the man, seen ... well, the man himself. There was something Wrong with that man, and he didn't need any powers to determine it; the look on that face, the very aura around him seemed completely and utterly wrong. As if he had been taken from some parellel universe, or shifted himself out of a timeframe into this one, one that didn't belong to him.
And then he introduced himself, and had his powers still been fully in his grasp, Chase Young would have blown up the entire room and taken out everybody in it.
As it was, his pupils shrank and his skin paled even more than it already was. He felt his jaw drop slightly, but he was able to grind his teeth together enough to keep himself from looking like a complete idiot. This was him? This was the man on the other side of the intercom? His voice was so familiar, so it had to be him. This was the bastard who controlled every movement they ( ... )
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"We need to ask you to return to your seats," one of the mountainous men rumbled. "Now."
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So that's what you look like.Phoenix had faced evil people before in court -- von Karma was probably the worst he had ever encountered. He'd never felt more threatened in his entire life when he had been Edgeworth's defense attorney in that case. This, however, was an entirely different story ( ... )
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It was better to wait and to listen, better to watch as more hot-headed patients charged, better to see what happened to them before he made his own move.
Besides, while he was sure the Head Doctor wouldn't be giving away anything important, there was still a lot to learn from watching a person.
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The one who had arranged for him to be in that place with those men who did those things to him?
He felt as if he was been punched in the gut. He folded over and put his hands on his head, desperately trying to pay attention but a little too scared of what was happening inside.
No, no, no, no, no, he thought. There's nothing that I can do. Not yet. Please....
Maintaining just the barest control of his mind he looked up, though he was still folded over and still had his hands on his head. He had to watch, at least until it became to much. He had to know what this man would say to them, even as people attacked Ginji remained seated, but more importantly he remained Ginji.
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Kurama's movements were calm and deliberate as he crossed the expanse of aisle that stood between him and Ginji. He kept his hands where they could be seen and made no sudden movements. Prooving he held no threat was the easiest way to avoid trouble.
Reaching the other, Kurama sat himself next to the hunched over figure, slipping an arm around Ginji's shoulders. "Don't worry. He's not going to hurt you again. You're going to be fine..." he whispered, though he really had no idea how to calm Ginji down.
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"I know," he said, voice strained a little. He resisted the urge to glance at the man who was claiming to be the one behind all of this. His smile got my genuine. "I know, Kura-kun," he repeated. He lowered his hands from his head but didn't straighten up.
There were so many people here, too many to trust losing himself.
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Things were getting more and more riotous, which Kurama doubted was helping. There were far too many people not thinking straight...Or not thinking at all. He noticed Adelheid had been one of the first attackers and grimaced when he was brought down. The others so far were all strangers to him.
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Honest to God fear.
It wasn't his either. It was the symbiote's. That was what snapped him out of praying, and caused him to jerk his head up, looking around for the source. It was the well-dressed man striding down the aisles, looking nothing more than the typical businessman, and flanked by gigantic orderlies. Brock typically would have thought nothing of him - except as food - but his Other was actually...it was actually intimidated.
It could see something he could not. Where he saw just a normal human (with a damn nice suit), it saw something else. It felt fear, something it hadn't felt in a long, long time, and had to recognize, in a primal sense, that here was a creature higher in the food chain then they. The instinct of terror at realizing something else was superior trickled down into Brock, leaving the former reporter with a sense of strong unease as he gazed at the man heading toward the podium, eyebrows furrowed.
So this was the Head Doctor.
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Sit back. We must observe.
It wasn't Kasady's thing - actually, he liked that the least about his crimes, the waiting and watching part - but he knew better than to go sticking his hand into a junk yard to see what kind of guard dogs were around.
So they just watched as people started charging up to take on the Head Doctor, and tried not to laugh. Well, things were just getting even more interesting.
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It was when River shrieked that they tore their eyes off Landel. She was screaming "cut it out" over and over, the very picture of mental instability. For a moment the symbiote was torn between its attraction toward her - the perfect Host, it reasoned, for their coming offspring - and fear still regarding Martin Landel.
And growing anger, now, because Landel had her attention and they did not. They were territorial and he was taking what they had decided should be theirsThe symbiote bristled, but remained dormant for now, curling up in the back of its Host's mind and biding its time. Calculating. ( ... )
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Old Faithful had a strange look on this face. It was almost like hunger mixed with a longing that almost was the same intensity as that for the Spider. Kasady's eyes narrowed. It was either hunger....or....
Kasady didn't like where that thought was leading.
...Or.....The senile pair might actually be about to have another offspring. Kasady watched Brock's head move, tracking whatever he was looking at.
The serial killer followed Brock's stare, and came upon a girl who was in the process of shrieking her head off as she rushed the doctor. The symbiote took one look at the girl, and abruptly tensed. Kasady could feel it suddenly coiling up in his mind. He could feel the hatred seeping into him from the symbiote.
Host.Kasady straightened, listening intently. The symbiote ( ... )
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