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(merged dream) won't explain or say i'm sorry (week 31, day 6)

Nov 08, 2011 22:45

Who: a sternitfortem and a red_handed_jay
Status: Closed
Style: Third-person, present
Where: dream: Dream Gotham City aww yee / real world: Mizusato (though they're in different locations)
When: Week 31, Day 6 (slightly forward-dated)
Rating: PG-13/R? depends on internal monologues probably lol
Warnings: Violence, swearing, horribleness

( i'm unashamed, i'm gonna show my scars )

jason todd, yuki juudai, !merged dream

Comments 7

red_handed_jay November 9 2011, 04:43:54 UTC

He's in his city. And it isn't a question of coming, going, how he got there, if he'll stay. Because he's here now, and it's his city and he will defend it.

He stands up tall, and there's an odd moment, because it should feel strange, the heavy plate armor on his shoulders, the dull black breast plate over his chest, battered and worn, scarred from use. But then it's not, because he is the Champion, he's this city's Dark Knight, and he will defend her. Defend a place rife with corrupt and greed, and vice. Defend her to fix her, to cleanse her in a deluge of blood and fury until it's all right again, until it's beautiful again.

His hand slides back, gripping tight on the hilt rising above one shoulder, slowly drawing the sword from its sheath with screaming scrape of steel on steel. He hefts the broadsword as if it's a part of his own arm, the blade heavy, thick and ugly, tinted rusty-red.

"Hey motherfucker!" Jason shifts his stance, sword raised before him. "You messed with the wrong city."

sternitfortem November 22 2011, 04:14:39 UTC

( Somehow, this is all Juudai needs to know about Jason. That this place, this sterile city of blacks and grays, belongs to him; that it is his own, his home, this city that breeds heroes hard as steel. (Hard as steel, yes, but just as prone to rust.) Where the pale lights of exhausted office workers stand in for stars, where the building and towers break the skyline like jagged teeth - this is a place that fits Jason ( ... )

red_handed_jay November 22 2011, 04:59:22 UTC

"What?" Jason shouts, turning back glaring the dull furious gleam of his sword reflects in his eyes. "You're not going to fight?" He spins on his heel and he looks up, that red glint in his eyes flashing sharper, brighter now. "I know this place, I know it, and if you'd just let me fight it my way I could win it!" His teeth are bared, his face wholly feral.

A true scion of this city.

sternitfortem December 4 2011, 04:37:49 UTC

"We are fighting," Juudai snaps, tension and fear tightening in his throat. Jason doesn't understand; his fighting is by hand and blade, bruise the body and break the bones. But dueling is something more. You can be hurt, yes, hurt in a lot of ways that look like physical violence - but the real challenge takes place in your mind. In facing down your opponent and retaining the ability to plan five turns ahead, in trusting your spirits, in knowing your deck. In every duel, what you really fight is fear.

What you really fight is yourself.

And speaking of -

A voice, from the other side of the field, dark and cold like nights under a starless sky, edged in all the right places; it gives nothing and takes everything. It is a voice as empty as the spaces between stars.
( His voice, if you know how to listen right. )

"Funny," it says. "I couldn't tell.[ Don't shut your eyes ( ... )

red_handed_jay December 4 2011, 05:29:27 UTC

Something isn't right here. Or rather, something isn't more wrong in a city that lives on shades of grey. There's a charge in the air, leaping between the opponents like a overloaded circuit, and Jason can smell the rank stink of ozone. He can feel the thrum of Juudai's heartbeat, fast and frantic, the vibrations traveling down his body, through to the cracked asphalt, to Jason. He breathes in deep and his nose filled with ozone, his head echoing with Juudai's heartbeat, but his eyes flash with defiance, the red glint inside them flaring out, and suddenly green turns russet, and exact match for the crude runes that started twisting along the length of his ugly blade.

He doesn't know who this man is. All he knows is that he's Juudai opponent, and the city doesn't like him and that there's something wrong here. Something deeply and inherently off with the natural order of things.

Just like you, a dead boy walking, living, breathing, playing at being alive...The thought's like a red-hot spike of agony driving through his ( ... )