Comments | tanoshimu_logs: {In Progress} It's those little things that kill.

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{In Progress} It's those little things that kill.

Feb 22, 2008 16:54

Who; Near [veiled_veracity], Viktor [meekmagnolia], Matt [technopathetic] & Mello [incendo_crux]
What; A flower and a marshmallow try their best to save the day!
Where; Downtown - the shopping district.
When; Shortly after this.
Warnings; Fbomb showers, occasional bouts of gay, death and destruction - a normal day in the city of Tano, right?

( It wasn't so different, the second time around. )

matt, viktor, near, mello

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veiled_varacity February 23 2008, 00:25:31 UTC

Near was hastly making his way towards the location where Matt and Mello should have been laying, Viktor in tow behind him. It had been a long walk from where Near'd been hiding and he'd picked up the flower boy on the way.

From the sound of Mello's voice he'd been in critical condition - the background sounds of hacking and blood weren't the best indications either.

"We must hurry." He stated sternly to the boy.

As Mello and Matt came into view, Near's assumptions of the worst had come true.

meekmagnolia February 23 2008, 00:52:43 UTC

"A-Ah..." Viktor's expression was blank, though his cheeks were slightly flushed from hurrying along after the white-clad boy. "Yes..." He finished quietly, nodding. He had never been a particularity fit boy, so the running was starting to take it's toll on him, especially with the container in his hands.

Near hadn't specified what kind of 'pain' one of the two boys were going through, so he simply brewed a willow bark tea. With his new powers, it would probably be strong enough to heal whatever had been broken anyway.

A flicker of emotion passed over his face as he saw (who he assumed to be) Mello lying on the ground, definitely badly hurt. He felt his eyes widen and he nearly dropped the thermos in his arms as he saw the blood, burns, and Mello's arm. He didn't know the other boy nearby, or why they had been fighting, but he would do his best to help.

"W-Who...needs this?" He glanced down at Near beside him, holding up the thermos, voice quiet even in a horrible situation such as this.

incendo_crux February 23 2008, 01:27:51 UTC

Mello's eyes snapped open at the hushed sound of voices, ink-black gaze narrowing at the accompanying clatter of footsteps. Oddly enough, he'd resigned himself to death, not wanting Near to fulfill the role of a savior. It wasn't a fitting part for the brat to play, a machine of justice, detached and cold, had no business in preserving the life of a criminal. Mello'd initiated a fight with every intention of living through his opponent, wanting nothing more than a rush. Thrills were cheap, however, and never lasted long.

A pool of crusted-over red grew stagnant under his right arm, charred-black skin peeled off his left, and Mello couldn't help but smile, vicious and sharp.

Some people lived by trying to end their lives, and Mello had succeeded.

"I sure as hell don't." A snarl singed the air, resounded through the wasteland he'd created, "If anything at all, you should waste your time on my goddamned opponent. He won't make it without your help."

Let that fucking bastard live with the pain that he's wrought.

veiled_varacity February 23 2008, 02:49:39 UTC

Mello's retort was ignored, and slightly unexpected. Near would have suspected that he would've passed out from blood loss, but Mello seemed to contradict his assumption. A glance was cast in Matt's direction, the boy a bundle of misplaced limbs and red. There was no noise from him - thus, he was either knocked out or dead ( ... )

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