Who: Kengamine Nagi [
striginae ] & OPEN
Where: Elysium ; junction between residential and shopping districts
When: Mid-evening
Summary: The world's not quite fair, is it? Not fair for anyone -- not for Owl, broken, beaten, insane -- and not fair for you, either, any of you in his way.
Rating: R for violence
Other: Nagi is generally going through the
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A glance at the bodies strewn around told him mostly what kind of weapons he would be facing. Bombs of some kind. A long-range weapon at least. He tossed the pipe aside, trading for the AK. He could see the orbs hovering in the air and guessed that they were the weapon he was expecting. As a test, his first move was to lift the gun and fire, not at the man but at one of the "bombs".
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But this fragment of rational thought dissipated quickly, very quickly, when the gun was drawn, and a shot fired, setting off one of the orbs of blood. The explosion tore through the air, tearing off a nearby street sign and sending it clattering to the blood-stained pavement. And Nagi stepped forward, stance lowered, limbs tensed, more blood swirling around him -- a rasping breath escaping his lips, as he approached the other.
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And then, a voice. Set apart from the fading noises of chaos. A half-turn, and Nagi glared over his shoulder at this new figure. Caped. Armed. Not set to attack, but not defenseless, either. Blood dripped from the edges of his mask, painting his shoulders and collar a murky red as he turned to face this man, whoever it was.
There was the wet squelch of viscera underfoot when he took a half-step forward, shoulders hunched, fingers gripping tight into the organ still in hand. Clearly ready to attack the moment he was provoked -- or even without any reason. "Why...?"It was a quiet echo of the man's question, in a voice that was barely audible. Even with his ( ... )
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The blonde stopped and looked around. His eyes widened and he stood frozen, the panic swelling up in him. Dead bodies, blood.... He swallowed the lump in his throat. 'Run!', his mind yelled at him, 'Run! Get out! You're in danger!' Every instinct told him to run and get away. Then... Why couldn't he?
"God help us..."
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A half-turn, a blank glare thrown over his shoulder, eyes narrowed to a scrutinizing leer behind the mask. And blood, decorating the air in tendrils and swirls, forming bristling orbs of brilliant colors that circled him at a slowly-widening radius.
And somewhere at the very, very back of his mind, the though may have existed -- it's a child, don't do this. Pity, that tiny fragment of reasoning was so quickly buried under the flood of bitter hatred that dominated his mind. Turning, he faced this newcomer. Blood and fouler things still dripping from his hand.
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As if by some miracle, Quatre began to back up slowly. Maybe if he didn't make any sudden movements... Yeah, probably should have taken his car today.
[ooc: Okay, restrictions on what Nagi can do to Q here. No killing, no removing limbs or eyes or vital organs. Beating to hell and breaking bones, aokay.]
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'Didn't make any sudden movements'? No, no -- it was already too late for that. Because, because -- this hatred that Nagi was driven by, surviving off of was directed at anyone within his vision. Everything.
A swipe of his one hand through the air, and several orbs shot at the boy, shattering the ground at his feet.
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Piercing screams broke Grell's reverie as he leapt another building - he came to a graceful halt at the next rooftop and peered down at the street below to observe the scene unfolding. Blood. So much pooling, splattered, brilliant, beautiful red blood, highlighting the pristine streets of NeoGenesis' upper crust - it was a magnificent sight, like a fine painting in progress. Grell flipped a stray lock of crimson hair over his shoulder and chuckled. "Gorgeous," he murmured, breathless, and nimbly leapt down to a lower ( ... )
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And then, a sudden movement, out of the corner of his vision -- but not at ground level. Too large to be an animal, and far too fast. Still kneeling on the ground over a desecrated corpse that he'd torn apart in blind rage, Nagi whirled around to face the figure on the roof, streaks of blood immediately starting to circle him. Forming circles of red. Limbs tensed, nerves on end, eyes narrowed behind the mask into a glare, lips curved back in the beginnings of a snarl. (Who are you?)
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Oh, and the conductor, the maestro of this massacre - it appeared he'd taken notice of Grell. The shinigami grinned anew and leapt down another rooftop level to approach the master at work and offer his accolades.
"Darling!" The clear lilt of his voice sliced easily through the cacophony of screams. "I've been watching you! You're quite the artist here, aren't you? Color me impressed."
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And he continued to watch this other figure drawing near. Knowing, instinctively, that this was different. Something odd, something strange -- something that was fundamentally off.
Several half-dead figures crawled at his feet, writhing in their last moments, but not that it mattered. A low hiss -- then a swipe of the hand through the air. And a barrage of bloody orbs went streaking through the air, aiming to bring down this newcomer.
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"Right place at the right time." He slurred. Mello was no hero; he wasn’t going to save all these people who slipped on ropes of innards and entrails like unintelligent dickheads. He chuckled at the sight, and laughed at the fact that it was Nagi that conjured that fear, simply because it was Nagi. And that violence, in his delirium state, provoked the blonde to taunt.
"So what now?" Came the blonde’s inquiry. "Going to blow me to hell? Fuck, I probably even deserve it." With each word came another step towards Nagi, and when he was ( ... )
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