Pain and Focus [Open]
Characters: Sho Minamimoto and Open
Content: Sho gets his punishment for his insubordination
Setting: Deck of the Victoria II
Time: Shortly after vK's announcement
Warnings: Violence, torture, crazy
Notes: There will be two threads. One for the punishment, and another for any spectators. Go nuts!
There's something to say about the mental effects of having a goal.
For too long Sho Minamimoto had flowed through his life in a pointless, mad haze. His need to surpass his father in every way had fueled his desire to excel in the Academy. Back then he had been known as eccentric, but not mad. But once he had succeded... there was nothing. No goal, no point. He was a chaoctic creature, and without that drive he was spiraling down.
But things were different now. NOW he had a focus. And that focus was a pair of silver haired men. NOW he could return to subtly. Already the calculations were forming, along with the plans he had been sent.
But for now he had something else to deal with. The loss of his rank should have angered him. But it had just been a trophy from his past endeavors. Nothing important. So when he approched the deck, he had his head held high, maybe even cocked in a smug way. Let them do their worst.
Content: Sho gets his punishment for his insubordination
Setting: Deck of the Victoria II
Time: Shortly after vK's announcement
Warnings: Violence, torture, crazy
Notes: There will be two threads. One for the punishment, and another for any spectators. Go nuts!
There's something to say about the mental effects of having a goal.
For too long Sho Minamimoto had flowed through his life in a pointless, mad haze. His need to surpass his father in every way had fueled his desire to excel in the Academy. Back then he had been known as eccentric, but not mad. But once he had succeded... there was nothing. No goal, no point. He was a chaoctic creature, and without that drive he was spiraling down.
But things were different now. NOW he had a focus. And that focus was a pair of silver haired men. NOW he could return to subtly. Already the calculations were forming, along with the plans he had been sent.
But for now he had something else to deal with. The loss of his rank should have angered him. But it had just been a trophy from his past endeavors. Nothing important. So when he approched the deck, he had his head held high, maybe even cocked in a smug way. Let them do their worst.