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[weeatbodies]

Characters: Gale, Zetsu
Setting: Sitting Room
Time: Mid-Day 008, at the same time as the Mio memory invasion thread
Summary: A hungry cannibal meets a hungry cannibal. :|bb These two are either going to tear each other to shreds or be BFFs, for srs.
Warnings: Cannibalism? O mai~ :o

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[honor_tactics]

It had started as restlessness. He knew the signs, but there was little he could do about it...when the Atma brand on his left leg had started to itch, when there had been a crawling sensation all through his skin and especially in his right leg...the solar noise was reaching its maximum. Unsurprising, considering this place seemed to have no concept of day or night.

And then it had started getting harder to even think, his mind entering the familiar bloodthirsty haze. He wanted to eat, to just give in to the hunger, chase down his prey and cut it open, feast on its flesh. That's when his right leg had shifted, matching Vayu's, and his senses were swimming with new intensity. Most of all smell

[weeatbodies]

Zetsu looked up as he heard the footsteps, though he didn't stop eating; seeming distracted made him be less threatening, most likely, because that didn't sound like a human gait. The strange sound was.... well, it made it sound peculiarly like whoever was coming was hopping on one leg alone, and not on a normal human foot, either. Odd.... An injury, maybe? But he didn't know of anyone who had been hurt like that, or experimented on as such, or any monsters like that, even though it was day

[honor_tactics]

He came out of ferality to be confronted with a mostly-devoured human corpse.

Gale licked his fingers as his eyes returned to normal, his right leg having rearranged itself minutes before as the solar noise passed. There was still a haze about his brain that kept him staring at the body, its offal devoured and arms and legs mostly stripped of flesh. He would have to wash his face after this one...

There was someone else, he realized, and he looked up to find another stranger that was taking advantage of the meal. So many dead...

Gale shifted away from the corpse, trying to clean his fingers so he could use them to wipe the blood from his mouth. "...were they already dead?"

[weeatbodies]

Zetsu kept an eye on the stranger as he ate, and so was content to set aside the last of his meal as he saw Gale changing back and coming back to his senses, lapping his hands and face clean with the easy contentedness of long practice. A piece of cloth torn from what had been the corpse's shirt finished the clean up job, and he looked at Gale curiously, tired but momentarily content. There was no embarrassment to speak of right now, not when they had both been doing the same thing, a fact which was only heightened by how similar they--had?--looked.

Mouth quirking a little in amusement at the question, Zetsu nodded, pushing the corpse away and reaching to pick up his cloak and pull it back around his shoulders. "Very dead. Who are you?"

[honor_tactics]

Good. ...suicide, it seemed, was the cause of death for all of them. Why had these humans seen fit to end their own lives? The concept was unthinkable, in the Junkyard. Everyone fought for survival. Those who were weak gave in to the hunger and were killed by the stronger denizens. Even though it seemed that Lokapala was losing hope, they still continued on.

"My name is Gale, of the Embryon Tribe." He hesitated. The man's eyes were still gold, still feral. "You can reason, in that state?"