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strategy_master in purgatorium_log

[Incomplete.]

Mar 10, 2008 22:17

Who: Elena, Schuldig and Shu.
When: Nowwww-ish, after this.
Where: Sunde.
Rating: PG for now.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Would the real Shu please stand up? :< Schuldig is still crazy. Shu #4 and Elena #1 go to collectively bitchslap him.

( Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there. )

suikoden 2: shu, ff7: elena, weiss kreuz: schuldig, !incomplete

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im_not_a_rookie March 10 2008, 23:29:46 UTC

Nothing had made Elena happier than this little level to stand on, this one man here ( ... )

teufel_schu March 11 2008, 00:26:15 UTC

If Shu was Elena's rationality, the gods themselves only knew what Schuldig represented. Chaos to the Order? Fantasy to the Reality? Lies to the Truth?

In the wake of Shu's departure, he had been surprised himself at the depth of the grief and depression that had followed. Oddly enough, the one person who had gotten a glimpse of things first had been Hojo with the single word of 'Annabel Lee', although the scientist probably didn't know what it had meant. In Schuldig's world, it was the title of a poem written by a man most thought to be mad as well, Edgar Allan Poe. The premise was that the angels themselves had grown jealous of a pair of lovers, killing one of them, Annabel Lee. After her death, the male counterpart had gone insane, the final stanza showing that depth of madness as he slept at night by the corpse's side.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams ( ... )

strategy_master March 12 2008, 01:41:09 UTC

What a difference a week had made to all of them. Shu's hand squeezed tight on Elena's, but it could only offer so much reassurance in light of the sight that greeted them beyond the opened way, the disturbing presence Schuldig offered as he came down the stairs with heavy steps. Even so, it was an uncontrollable surge Shu felt then, an electric energy that traveled through his veins, jolted him awake. His first feeling on the sight of him was one of uncontrollable elation, his heart quickening in his chest, pulsing so hard against his ribs that they could hardly contain it. His breaths drew quick, and his hand squeezed Elena's again to ground him ( ... )

im_not_a_rookie March 12 2008, 03:49:13 UTC

If Shu was Elena’s rationality and stability, then Schuldig was the forbidden bite of fruit that tasted like Heaven on her tongue, even though she had no concept of what Heaven might entail. The allure was maddening, enough to forsake certain relationships and taboos she carried with her, a shape to shatter the mold she had been poured into. He was that which she never believed in, never had found, and that frightened her more than the rest ( ... )

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