Said obsession was a few blocks away down the Abyss, feeling a rare moment of accomplishment and something akin to joy -- because Nagi had been quietly watching the police investigation of the laboratory scene -- watching as the victims were freed from their predicament, led out of that hellhole, and promised a return to normal life. Though he said nothing, just another watching face in the crowd, he couldn't help the rush of joy he felt for these people -- they were freed, now, from the ghastly laboratory
( ... )
Genkaku loved the scent of carnage and smoke mingling; it was pretty surreal in a way. He couldn’t wait for Owl to see the concert that Genkaku did. Shame that he missed the show, the monk would have done a special encore for his favorite audience
( ... )
There was, they say, a flipside to every fortune -- every turn of luck mirrored by misfortune, every good thing balanced by a tragedy -- and this, perhaps was his punishment. In retrospect, perhaps he should have kept in mind that peace was something he had never been allowed for so long -- not while his tormentor was still out and alive. But this sudden harsh awakening, instantly drowning out what small true happiness he'd had -- (I'm sorry, everyone.)
It was the movement that snapped him out of his shock, and he flinched back instinctively when Genkaku stood up, moving quickly. Hands running across the razor at his belt, drawing swirls of blood that coiled through the air, gathering into the familiar bright spheres -- and they circled him, almost angrily, bristling, dripping, a violent red that was a clear reflection of the rage he was just barely containing.
"Must you remind me of the travesties you've committed." Low words spoken in harsh tones, edged with frost -- and there was anger there, seething hatred that wasn't quite
( ... )
The monk just scoffed at the other’s words. His travesties? Shit, this was going to be hilarious. Genkaku just laughed at Nagi’s words as though they were nothing but letters coming from a child’s mouth. He couldn’t be fooled by feeling anything. And he let a feral cackle escape from his lips, showing carnivorous teeth that were ready to stick into his prey.
Swirls of red appeared before Genkaku’s violet hues and he just let out a bored sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Damn Nagi, I thought you had more brains then that." He mocked Nagi and flicked his wrist to take hold of a few prayer beads. It was so damn easy to disarm those fucking bombs, it was almost child’s play "We all know how Deadman go against undertakers, just look around."
After he had cleared the way to his Owl, Genkaku rushed towards the older man and grabbed one of Nagi’s thumbs and pressed it towards his lips. His tongue darted out and he let the organ lap up the crimson that seeped through the minor wounds. "Heh. I missed this taste."
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It was the movement that snapped him out of his shock, and he flinched back instinctively when Genkaku stood up, moving quickly. Hands running across the razor at his belt, drawing swirls of blood that coiled through the air, gathering into the familiar bright spheres -- and they circled him, almost angrily, bristling, dripping, a violent red that was a clear reflection of the rage he was just barely containing.
"Must you remind me of the travesties you've committed." Low words spoken in harsh tones, edged with frost -- and there was anger there, seething hatred that wasn't quite ( ... )
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Swirls of red appeared before Genkaku’s violet hues and he just let out a bored sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Damn Nagi, I thought you had more brains then that." He mocked Nagi and flicked his wrist to take hold of a few prayer beads. It was so damn easy to disarm those fucking bombs, it was almost child’s play "We all know how Deadman go against undertakers, just look around."
After he had cleared the way to his Owl, Genkaku rushed towards the older man and grabbed one of Nagi’s thumbs and pressed it towards his lips. His tongue darted out and he let the organ lap up the crimson that seeped through the minor wounds. "Heh. I missed this taste."
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