out of my head and I don't know what I found [CLOSED]

[thisisdiabeetus]

WHO: Takasugi Shinsuke one_eyed_beast, Sakata Gintoki thisisdiabeetus, Sakamoto Tatsuma hahahahamarryme & Katsura Koutarou setupusthebomb
WHAT: Joui4 faggotry.
WHERE: On the beach
WHEN: Day 40, night

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[one_eyed_beast]

[There are already a number of slain corpses lying all around him and blood spread across the sand while Takasugi sits on top of one of the dead bodies, idly licking his hand clean. He can hear something moving in the distance, the faint sound of footsteps approaching, and his body moves of its own accord, ready to kill again]

[thisisdiabeetus]

[.. Well, okay; getting ripped to shreds is definitely not on the agenda today. White ears instinctively flatten against his head as he hisses softly, movements quick so as to sidestep the attack.]

Well, nice to see you, too.

[one_eyed_beast]

[Lucky for Gintoki he has faster reflexes as a cat and manages to avoid being stabbed through. Takasugi stumbles and barely manages to catch his step before whipping his head around to eye Gintoki, recognizing the hair, at least]

Shiroyasha.

[thisisdiabeetus]

[He cants his head a little at Takasugi curiously in response at first; he's heard that name before, vaguely remember it being said more than a few times previously, but it doesn't really matter now. Flexing his fingers before stuffing his hands into his pockets, Gintoki makes to speak, then pauses as he looks at the other man a little more carefully.]

... Oh. Still human, huh. Tch, this'll probably get messy.

[setupusthebomb]

[ Enter the rescuers, armed with sweets, catnip, justaways and rope. Dramatis personnae: Zura aka Katsura aka ___ ja nai! ___ da! Description: His milkshake Loyal friend, courageous freedom fighter, fantastic cosplayer. The brains of the operation. Sakamoto aka Sakamoto the first Description: A drunk. The action? Stealthily stalking Gintoki and Takasugi. Well as stealthily as any two people can while one (Zura) is being carried bridal-style by the other (Sakamoto)... while on a beach with no real cover. Stick to the palm trees gentlemen and let the fronds hide you. ]

I think I see them, Sakamoto.

[hahahahamarryme]

Hmm?

[Peeping from behind the trunk of the palm tree they are hiding behind, there's no mistake of the two silhouettes being Gintoki and Takasugi. Their bestial behavior makes Sakamoto queasy, as he watches them rip cold flesh from the corpses. Tearing his eyes from this new form of torture, he asks quietly-]

What should we do now, Zura?

[setupusthebomb]

[ it takes him a while to gather his thoughts, the bodies, the blood, the carnage, evoking some of his worst memories of the war... and worse still how deeply the two had lost themselves in it, pure animal instinct exposed as uncomfortable as the dagger-like ribcages laid bare on the bodies they'd left. Even Takasugi for all his claims of being little more than a beast had always seemed able to distance himself from this sort of savagery, letting his followers kill and die as they wished for him. And Gintoki...

But his turmoil wouldn't help them at all. ]

Our timing will have to be precise, Sakamoto. Look at how fully they've transformed into felines. If they are as controlled by that instinct as they seem to be, we have a distraction ready for them.

[ it was never a matter of saving just Gintoki or even Takasugi. When it came down to it, Zura had always thought that salvation meant all of them. ]

[hahahahamarryme]

[He observes them again. The curse has obviously taken its toll on both of their former comrades, like Zura has mentioned. Are they so badly affected because of their exceptionally bloodstained history? Although they have gone through the same war together, fighting in alliance with an understanding only the closest shared, it is an undeniable fact that Gintoki and Takasugi experienced a little more that makes it harder for them to recover from the nightmare. They were both strong, so the loss came down on them even stronger.

Sakamoto wonders if the two of them are any match against the former killing machines. He can feel the cool metal of his trusty gun against his thigh in his pocket, but he doesn't want to use it if it's avoidable. He doesn't want to see another comrade collapsing and dying at his feet, and it'd be a hundred times worse if they're suffering because he pulled the trigger.]

I'll follow your instructions.