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[THREAD] and then just MURDERED him

Jan 09, 2009 07:23

Who: Genkaku, Nagi, Rokuro; also open to Johan, Alucard, Nataku
Where: The Liebert Mansion
When: January 6, 2 AM
Summary: Genkaku sent Nagi an 'invitation', and it's been accepted.
Rating: R

( SEMI-9 and SNIPERED him. on that WALL they posted him. they CORNERED him. )

kengamine nagi, nataku, rokuro bundou, genkaku

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striginae January 9 2009, 15:03:50 UTC

The narrow tendril of smoke that twisted through the air, the gleam of too-bright eyes and the sharp smile, the familiar ring of vicious-sharp works -- Nagi felt something terribly painful twist through his chest, like a knife through his ribs. (Something buckled, came a half-inch closer to breaking.) And he couldn't help but freeze in the doorway, limbs locked and eyes narrowed into a cold stare, one that reeked of unbridled hatred of the purest sort.

"You know why I'm here." Words laid flat, tinged with ice -- Nagi took a half-step forward, forcing himself to still the faintest tremor in his limbs (out of anger, out of fear, it was hard to tell) and biting back the bitter aftertaste of hatred at the back of his throat. The orbs of blood continued to circle him, streaking brilliant red through the darkness -- acting out a useless barrier that would serve no purpose. (No, Nagi knew all to well that his ability was nigh-useless here. Which was why the cold weight of a revolver pressed against his belt, hidden under the folds of his ( ... )

hypermonk January 10 2009, 03:55:33 UTC

The monk took a few moments to gaze along the embodied shadow. Damn, he looked like a wreck, and at that realization the monk ran a hand through a few stray red threads and tucked them behind his ear to let out a dark chuckle. "You look like pretty good." He said absently and stood up from the leather couch to fold his arms against his chest languidly. Eyes once again gazed long Nagi, his lips twisted into a smirk ( ... )

nerveexits January 10 2009, 05:07:06 UTC

An abashed crack of Rokuro's neck replied from the darkness if a quality could be attached to the gesture. Fuck, everyone was too observant, he thought amid interchanging inspective looks between his superior and the faux counterpart. "I thought... I might be of use," Rokuro unenthusiastically tried to justify his trespass. He had stopped short a meter from the crimson encircling the teacher and moved about him an cautious arc, however he didn't shy from drawing an arrogant smile as he passed Nagi.

The teacher's aura of animosity was palpable but he didn't enjoy the prospect of loitering around Genkaku in the current situation anymore; he had a general idea of Nagi's psychology and tactics, but not of the monk's. Fucking assholes - he glanced hatefully into the redhead's back and meandered away several steps - 'here' being a location subject to interpretation. "...He's probably got a handgun..."

striginae January 10 2009, 05:42:29 UTC

The urge to flee, the urge to fight -- the two clashed and swirled in his chest, and he felt his heart beat ever faster, almost about to explode, exacerbated by the long stare, the twisted smile, the way drawled words tore through the air and into his head -- forming spiderweb cracks on a surface he couldn't see. (Feeling like he was going to break.) The step Genkaku took forward was answered with a step back from Nagi, and he stood with limbs tensed and shoulders shaking with every ragged breath, feeling phantom pains tear through the nerves of his half-healed amputation. Something hidden, something guarded in the back of his mind screamed at him silently, (-- kill him, attack, no inhibitions, lunge forward, you're more deadly than you know, kil him, kill him, kill him like he killed her --), but he swallowed it back, instead watching as Rokuro passed by, lips curved in a smile that he very much wanted and wanted not to tear to pieces ( ... )

hypermonk January 10 2009, 13:59:06 UTC

Genkaku’s vision followed Rokuro until the younger stopped behind the monk. His expression was oddly unsatisfied to be the one in front of Rokuro and instead of looking at his actually target and paying attention to Nagi, Genkaku got distracted and reached over to grab the back of Rokuro’s skull roughly and shoved him forward beside the monk. "Yeah, you’ll be pretty useful." Genkaku’s words rolled out of his tongue in a rather vicious way, ordering the kid that was beside him before looking back over at his target. The sight of the cripple was hilarious enough that a string of harsh raspy laughter left his mouth ( ... )

nerveexits January 10 2009, 14:27:02 UTC

The lean fingers encapsulated his skull and he relinquished a small croak. Rokuro didn't fight the direction he was flung, but after he had gained his ground the floor squeaked painfully under Rokuro's shoe; his frame abruptly swivelled half-way, blackened eyes staring a hole in the monk's face. The look was sharp but completely inscrutable in its emotional quality; one couldn't discern if Rokuro was hateful or alert.

His attention's returned to Nagi, and more importantly the frigid object in his possession. The likelihood of the teacher opening fire on him floated in the range of 5 to 1 percent, a significant number to the traitor. Though Rokuro anticipated the front row and not the stage he refrained from movement that would incite repercussions. A low murmur: "Genkaku you bastard......"

striginae January 10 2009, 14:41:52 UTC

He came close, dangerously close -- almost lost the fragile control he was barely maintaining over the rage coursing through his veins. It was some combination of the languid motions, the sneering laughs, the sharp grin that nearly drove him over the edge, and his finger wavered on the trigger of the revolver. (Nearly made him consciously attempt to commit murder, right then and there.) It was growing increasingly difficult to hold his aim steady, and it flickered for a moment from Genkaku to Rokuro to back again, as Nagi tried, tried to keep his breathing from deteriorating into harsh near-pants that felt like they barely filled his lungs.

"You're lying." It was stuck between a plea and a command -- praying, demanding that the careless words were falsehoods. (I cannot have been the cause of another death. Not like her, I won't allow it, I can't allow another person to die because I failed. I won't let this be a repeat, I can't, I can't --) "You're lying, I don't know what you're talking about." Words rendered in synthetic tones ( ... )

hypermonk January 10 2009, 15:07:23 UTC

Thin lips coiled as he gave out a amused snort at Rokuro’s statement. Yeah, Genkaku was a bastard, so what? Violets gazed at the silver object once again in Nagi’s hand and his lips could only twitch upwards at the hesitation, the monk’s stance was fully open to take the shot; so why the hell didn’t Nagi shoot? That which held the other back was pissing Genkaku off and he felt that Nagi may have just needed a little nudge, and so he grabbed his own weapon that leaned against the couch and with one flick of a switch it divided into two machine gun. A strong grip wrapped around one of said pieces and he pointed it at Nagi with playful murderous intentions ( ... )

nerveexits January 10 2009, 17:54:58 UTC

Rokuro braced himself to exploit an opening between the two and take it, no good getting punctured with bullets from both sides now. A familiar din of weaponry struck his eardrum; Genkaku drawn. It seemed the option to observe from the sidelines had been purged and being the logical individual he was Rokuro opted for the next alternative, the one he was inclined to reserve solely for certain victories: he liberate his true self. No strategy in it - plain satisfaction.

"Keh," a single note of laugher crackled from his throat. The kid's jaws merrily parted, "Do ya have any idea I had pointed at me in my life? Do you? But just for this! I'll dig up the whore's corpse Genkaku did in and take a shit down her neck!! Put the fucking gun down retard you're out-matched!!" Rokuro flitted behind the monk's firearm and held on below the barrel. "H-hey, what are you waiting for? Blow this robot to pieces!"

striginae January 10 2009, 18:16:10 UTC

Maybe, he could have prevented this. Maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let the flickers of suppressed memories occupy his thoughts, he could have moved away in time, out of the path of Genkaku's double gatling guns. It would have been possible, perhaps -- but the fact of the matter was that Nagi couldn't, not this time. The harsh jolt of pain through his temples slowed his reactions, and by the time he realized he was staring down the barrel of the firearm, the gunshot had already gone off.

Instantly, a blossom of pain exploded in his leg, heralding a splatter of blood -- the bullet tearing through flesh just below where he'd previously been shot. Shards of glass shot through his veins, and he gasped, all the breath driven out of his lungs as he staggered back -- Rokuro's words ringing in his ears.

And when he focused his gaze on the past traitor, for a moment the shadow of true insanity flickered across his features, pale eyes alight with unbridled anger (-- I'll kill you, I'll tear you to pieces, don't dare speak of her like that, ( ... )

hypermonk January 10 2009, 19:16:55 UTC

The shatter of his guitar made the monk’s features grace total shock and unbelief for several moments. Ricochet from the instrument fell onto the ground and shot back into his anatomy (but leaving nothing but small smudges) violets slid along the side of his eye sockets to look at the mess on the floor and let out a sound of immense irritation, shooting Rokuro a look. "Damn...shut it kid, you’re gonna start pissing me off." And he swiftly moved with sluggish movements, feral almost in acts, prowling and violent. He picked up the second half of the machine gun and let his teeth clamp onto his bottom lip ( ... )

soulparadox January 11 2009, 02:06:17 UTC

What was that? It was the obligatory response to hearing the first gunshots ring through the manor. That would be something that people in the house would not be calm about -- at least to his knowledge. If such an event would happen in his old home, his grandfather would be quite upset about it. The reason for why was lost on Nataku, if he were honest. Those people were going to try to kill them regardless if they were calm or not. But at least, being not calm, would show that they were not wanted ( ... )

nerveexits January 11 2009, 06:24:40 UTC

His skull rotated, a wry expression painting his face in light of Genkaku's request "Eeeeh? Why the hell would we wanna do that? No..." Rokuro carelessly relinquished the laptop under his arm as the plastic casing shattered upon impact with the floor. It may have been the discomfort of being torn from his safety zone or simply the scent of blood but Rokuro was not at all subordinate or instrumental.

"I'll rend him apart for fucking with my work - right now," his voice hissed throughout the dark interior. His nails dug into his hand, crudely mutilating the flesh into strips. An ugly, medieval-esque knife formalized from the liquid and into his twitching grip as Rokuro giddily paced to the victim of this game. He was unaware of the third voice, or any for that matter as he crouched before Nagi and aimed the crimson instrument at his face. Surely if Hummingbird could see the spectacle now she would be impressed, he observed in the recesses of his distraught mentality.

striginae January 11 2009, 17:50:53 UTC

It always seemed he was a moment too slow, a split-second too late to save himself -- to turn the tables. Because the revolver had been lifted once more, reaimed in a shaking hand at Genkaku's torso (-- I need to kill him --) and it had only been a matter of which side's firearms went off first. (He never won these races.) The revolver went clattering to the floor, slip-sliding in a puddle of blood, as Nagi collapsed, gasping for breath -- feeling like he was being torn apart. (No, it's not that merciless. This won't kill me, not immediately. Bleed slowly, trickle by drop.) The pain was immense, unthinkable, shards of glass and battery acid ravaging his veins. (No, I can't die, not here, not yet, not to himHe was barely aware of the newcomer to the room, really, barely aware of anything at this point, trying to force his shattered limbs to move, trying to force himself back up, regardless of the way his vision wavered and doubled -- and then he was aware of the narrow figure drawing closer. (Don't come near me.) His vision had ( ... )

hypermonk January 11 2009, 20:27:14 UTC

The red-head turned to the new company that entered the room and only gave Nataku a half-grin, not bothering to answer his inquiry because Rokuro was messing with Owl. And really? That just pissed the monk the fuck off. Large boots echoed as he made his way to the body on the floor, and he looked at the dumbfuck of the kid. A bead of blood that left Nagi didn’t make Genkaku flinch, however, the monk almost wanted to see Rokuro’s chest explode. Pretty good punishment for messing with the monk’s belongings ( ... )

soulparadox January 11 2009, 20:46:14 UTC

"Oh. He is alive." It seemed like Nataku did not need someone to tell him this as he heard the other's voice -- or lack there of -- and it seemed had enough life left in him to use whatever ability that was. Not the most descriptive way to explain what had just happened, but he had not seen anything like that before. There was a brief moment when he wanted to ask both Genkaku and the other two in the room what sort of attack was just used ( ... )

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