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May 10, 2010 00:52

Who: Nero the Sable, Genesis Rhapsodos
When: Several hours after Nero's arrival
Where: Room 210, Tower Apartment
Rating: PG
Summary: A reunion between 'brothers'.

( Weiss was not here... )

† genesis rhapsodos, † nero the sable

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needsmorefiagra May 10 2010, 19:37:51 UTC

It seemed as though his two worlds were gently falling into each other. Worlds which should have been kept apart at all costs. Try as he might to keep those memories from touching his old days of glory, it would be no use. Along with Nero's sudden arrival, an already delicate situation had turned into something so much worse, something that would prove problematic no matter how he chose to act. Ghosts he could hide, along with the rattling of skeletons shut firmly inside his dark closet but a corporeal being brought forth from a past he'd rather had stayed buried? A walking, talking witness, ready to spill secrets of his weakness and suffering deep inside the ground - at a level where not even the crimson General's infamous raging fire could last before it was enveloped in a world of black, extinguished at the hands of those madmen in white ( ... )

arachnaphilia May 10 2010, 20:08:54 UTC

"Genesis." Red eyes flicked from boot to head, settling upon those bright azure eyes with only the barest hint of cordiality

DeepGround already had a creature of red. It seemed wrong that Genesis wear her color - everything was red, right from the roots of his hair down to the boots on his feet. True, Rosso was a wild card - a whirling, chaotic mess of blood lust and longing, who could only be aimed in the general direction of her target, but she had been loyal to his brother. Rosso had been one of their finest warriors, had grown to maturity alongside the contrasts and had been a true, born and bred DeepGround Tsviet. Genesis held none of these qualities - his loyalty seemed cheap, tied to whatever would get him the farthest. Damned be those left in his wake. One can not hope to hold a grudge as well as a being who thrives on hatred and negativity. Were it any other deserter, Nero may have already taken the necessary measures to rid himself of the other man's presence. However, a brotherly bond was a bond ( ... )

needsmorefiagra May 11 2010, 21:18:52 UTC

Genesis allowed his gaze to linger, icy azures locking with crimson for a moment before silently sizing the other up. Nero seemed the same as ever - more or less. The image his mind painted was vivid in colour and detail and it seemed as though only a day had passed since they'd first met. Not years. Ten whole years... To change, to break, to twist and writhe. Beyond that impassive demeanour, Genesis could smell the desperation and fury. There was a gentle intake of breath - and there, he could almost taste it ( ... )

arachnaphilia May 13 2010, 21:23:26 UTC

Tempting as it was to lodge a bullet into the back of the other's head, Nero refrained from so much as twitching a finger towards his weapons. Even Oblivion did not stir as the elder man presented a clear open to attack. To fight his predecessor would be nothing less than suicide, and though Nero was certainly the epitome of dark thoughts and certainly had his share of self-destructive tendencies, he could not afford to lose his life when he was in the process of saving his beloved elder brother. If Weiss was not relying on him, if he were not locked in this unforeseeable situation, perhaps we would have risked an attack - but for now, he watched. He waited. And he remembered ( ... )