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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2018 19:29:18 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give Edges quivered in the absence of light and heat. His own, plus everywhere else’s. Lying dejected at their feet was an unclaimed sweater, serving well as olive branch between disjointed hearts if their noses hadn’t been so quick to turn at the sight of it. Opacity marked the space down the hall, and the agent of evil disappeared from view. Urgency. He needed urgency. Because if he fell prey to any other distractions, someone may die by her hands. Then, a distraction. From his periphery he spotted traces of life. He crouched low, balanced on his heels, and eyed the fallen article with heightened scrutiny. It’d moved. The sweater. It’d waved at him just now. And like a small child unable to resist a bit of mischief, it’d gone back to faux sleep. Validation set hard in his eyes. Though fleeting, he couldn’t deny what he saw. His mere presence exuded a radiant sphere of cosmic energy, bubbling life into a few lucky ones in his wake. With two gentle fingers, he lifted a limp sleeve and shook it lightly. “Wake up, little buddy.” Such a shy creature. But if he convinced his new friend to shower the world in its brilliance, then enlightenment would surely befall the infidels. That witch needed to be shown the truth, otherwise her perilous path toward self-destruction would remain unstoppable. Forgiveness always lay on the table, but only if she were to accept it. His new convert, making up for his lack of clothing with boundless determination, agreed. Despite his fragility, he rose to the challenge, incrementing the size of his search party by one. But as they were about to embark, a flippant intro made them hit pause. Afternoon sun flooded the doorway and framed two backlit silhouettes. One in the arms of the other, his vacant eyes locked unseeingly with Kutsu’s. A stare so intense, his could bore through the senses and crumble defenses as dead men are wont to do. Numbness burst from his core in a slow acting agent, crawling thick before fractaling at fibers extreme. Feet cold, hands colder, he froze completely at the boy’s vocal break, his utterance sliced into a clean kill and contrasting the messy and half-named corpse. Quiet thuds pulsed the room. Lifeless limbs met flooring. It was funny how a minor edit could transform a somber scene. Into a pretense of slumber, as if they’d all walked in on some secret siesta. Cutting accusations rang dizzily in his head. “Did I… do that?” Take that tingling sensation of an oxygen-starved system. Copy it once, then paste it times ten. For him, even bending a finger felt herculean. His gaze never left those lids assisted shut. A no-blinking contest set in reverse. He had to open them eventually, the corporal, fully enveloped in a divine field of miracles. If Kutsu waited by his side long enough, then like that tossed sweater, he too would find new breath. He just needed to let his powers sink in. Surely then Tanaka would return. Surely. His choice to stay wasn’t without consequences, however. The newly arrived stranger, their senior given his face, snapped him back to his primary objective. "That's why we have to capture her. Naoru and Robin are in danger." Their lack of worry worried him. Focusing on the corporal put his dear classmates at risk. But following the witch rendered the corpse vulnerable for collection by a well-meaning passerby. He’d failed to bring pen and paper, otherwise a handwritten Do Not Touch would have sufficed. Much to his surprise and approval, his follower with the mild exhibitionist tendencies volunteered to lead the literal witch hunt. His bravery would be generously rewarded. Trailing at the back, Kutsu could keep an eye on the corporal's body. The rebooted trio advanced once more. Interspersed among them marched a rainbow of soft sidekicks, resuming their own orders to pursue a girl with long hair. The one teddy bear stationed on his head basically swam in place trying to assuage his master's unyielding irritation, but no amount of scratching helped. To make matters worse, the curse thoroughly wrecked the control over his power settings. Everywhere he turned, life bloomed. "There are so many of them hiding in this truck," he gasped. Shaded figures rustled in the corners, giggling amongst themselves as their lord walked by. Paralleling the shy sweater, these skittish creatures made no attempt to greet him face to face, electing to keep within their comfort zones and stay just outside his constantly rotating view. At the head, their navigator signaled to stop and offered to scout. "Don't try to fight the witch by yourself. Shout if you find her, promise?" He extended his smallest finger to forge an unbreakable vow. With his attention elsewhere, he failed to spot a pink bear break off from the pack. And so vanished another disciple. Tanaka was just a distant lump now. The camera guy appeared breakable in his own right. Kutsu balled his fists and steeled his nerves. "I can't let you get hurt too." He couldn't glean much from the older male, but as a god, he was responsible for him nonetheless. Still, he feared this guy may feel inspired by the other boy's heroism and insist on going too. This called for a diversion. "You heard him, let's do a quick sweep." His flashlight app washed their surroundings in a white glow. Cardboard boxes lined the walls, more shrines dedicated to his holiness. His left hand cracked the tops open one by one, while the other angled the light source. Each twitch of the wrist sent a flurry of laughter bouncing off the walls. "They don't seem scared of people," he remarked, pointing at a blank wall. "Do you think these little guys are trying to prank us?" It was incredibly frustrating to see his heavenly aura bless these tiny shadow friends yet leave Tanaka untouched. All of a sudden, a distant blast rocked their cage. Instinct pulled him forward, but unease reeled him back. He aimed his anxiety at the hole-ridden uniform below. Would the revival reset if he strayed too far? He’d only awakened his inner god not long ago. Uncertainty rooted him to the spot. Then a gruesome realization filled him with horror. A hasty attendance check confirmed his fears. “Nectarine!” No. There was no way. What were the odds a second stuffed soldier had gone up in flames? He turned to his search partner and held up both palms. "Stay here. Stay safe. Where I'm headed, no mortal may make it out alive." And so the corporal officially dropped in priority. While it was certainly worth bringing back someone they'd lost, he also needed to remember to look out for the ones still here. Colored cotton encircled him as he ran toward the source of the explosion.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 3:32:52 GMT -4
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The sound, however, they heard loud and clear, almost as if their bodies instinctively turned up this particular sound, alerting them to an imminent danger that could kill them if they were not careful. First, it was an incredibly light metallic clink, like an enlarged hairpin dropping to the ground from a tackle. What followed, was deeper, more heavy. A clunk from a round object landing at their feet. Lastly, it sounded like it was rolling across the floor, harmlessly. In the room, there were six people. Robin, Ryuusei, four soldiers and a cocked hand grenade. The grenade could go off anywhere between four and five seconds, as it had already been cocked before it hit the ground. Would they attempt to save any of the soldiers?.. Would they witness the soldiers blown to a red paste?... Where could they even properly hide from an explosion?! There were so many questions to be answered, yet so very little time to answer them in. The only soldier that reacted, was the one who had dropped the grenade. Panicked, he whimpered, almost crying, trying to crawl away from a certain death sentence. Robin could tell easily. The poor soldier wouldn't be fast enough. It quickly turned out that the soldier was aware of this as well. "H-help!"Over the intercoms, it quickly became apparent exactly how dire their situation was. Clearly, Hideaki had not intended for this conversation to be broadcast to the group of invaders; He had simply, because of the plushy explosion, failed to turn off the broadcasting signal for the intercoms. "It's a revolt, I tell you. A revolt. The quirkers have gone absolutely mad. Something has enraged them, they're like feral beasts. Right at this moment, they're invading our barracks, killing our men, mercilessly. I require backup, immediately. They even killed Tanaka Greyson!" The following few sentences, were more difficult to make out because of radio static plus lack of proximity to the microphone broadcasting over the intercoms. "Roger that command, we'll be arriving with three anti-terrorist squads in less than ten minutes. Stand by for extraction." That should tell the little group enough. They were already under a time constraint in regards to X320 taking over their minds, potentially. Now, even if they made it, they may have had to face an ill-informed death squad... A death squad that Tanaka could've called off, had he still been alive...Things were looking grim for their little gathering, but if they at least survived the grenade, they could progress to the door leading into the next truck. A door, which was completely shut down, locked and barred. They'd have to investigate, to find an alternate route - or perhaps search the first truck, in hopes of finding more potent explosives than Kutsu's plushies. For as versatile and useful as they may be in other situations, they weren't going to blow a hole in refined steel. Time was ticking.
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Oct 30, 2018 15:48:08 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.
It had worked. In the middle of the smoke and darkness, Ryuusei Igarashi had been successful in tearing down the walls that kept him and the rest of the party from moving forward. Three bodies on the floor, blood pouring out of their necks as if they were a fountain - quickly the floor would look like a red pool. Death was surely almost arriving at that truck, eager to bring back home the souls of those soldiers who still searched desesperately for a breath, for life. A search that would mean nothing. He didn’t even glance at the ground. There was no time for pity or doubt. It was the time for adrenaline and focus on the task at hand. Still invisible after having just taken down the third armed man Ryuusei looked to his right, area where he had spotted the shadow of the fourth one. He looked and he found it once again. A shadow that moved like a trapped animal, not sure of what to do. Ryuusei was about to move in, but… Shit.He was desperate for fresh air. In an ideal combat scenario - one where movement was minimum and effecient and there was no kind of handicaps - Ryuu was able to not breathe for a full minute. However, despite only around 30 or 45 seconds having passed since he moved in to attack the first soldier, the invisible Quirker was already out o fair in his lungs. It was understandable and the reason why he had doubts about being able to take out the fourth enemy. The smoke in the air, the tension of attacking without getting spotted and being on the look-out for lost bullets were all things that contributed for a lack of control - things that would always affect Ryuusei’s lung capacity, no matter to what level he trained it. Adding to this, the closer he got to his limit, the more his body and reactions got slower. This was due to the obvious factor that a body that is not getting oxygen for a period of time starts to deliver a worse performance. Ryuusei was feeling the bad effects of his Quirk: the effects of a human body, a condition that the boy would always have, even with God’s Alibi mastered. He had to breathe and, visible, move in as quickly as he could in order to take out the fourth man. He would like to rest for a moment in order for the oxygen to be processed and, in this way, regain his normal physical condition. Given the secnario Ryuusei would probably still be able to take him out, but the young 1-A student always liked to think in terms of a worst case scenario. He let go. Breathing again he was now visible and ready to press forward. He felt good, even if for the next minutes his body would surely react slower than normal. When he was about to start running, a small light broke through the smoke: a white light that was coming right in the direction of the fourth and last soldier. The light merged with the shadow as it tackled it, becoming one when they fell on the ground together. Ryuusei felt relief. That surely must’ve been the girl. The so called “witch” seemed to have decided to help a little bit. With all the soldiers taken care of and with the smoke slowly beginning to dissipate they were in a good postion. If the girl took out the fourth guard without killing him they would also be able to question him and try to get some information before going further. Yes, it had worked out. Finally, some good luck, Ryuusei though as he cleared the sweat out of his forehead with the handle of his knife. “Clink.”It was a small sound. Despite being hearable, one would probably never pay attention to it. That was how Ryuu was about to react… until the next sounds were fast to follow. First a “clunk” and the the sound of something small - yet hard – rolling slowly on the ground. What the-The sounds came from where the light was, just a few meters to Ryuu’s right. In the exact moment of the “clunck” the light must’ve pointed quickly to the direction from which the sound was heard because Ryuusei could now, because of that, see the shape and form of the object… And it was some really bad news. KICK IT, Ryuusei yelled as he started running to where he had come from before, a yell that came immediately after a call for help from an unknown voice. The three soldiers near him were most likely already dead and, if they weren’t, the oncoming explosion would just make accelarate the inevitable. Ryuusei didn’t even think to grab one of them, not even for a second. He though, however, of the girl. The light was close to the grenade and Ryuusei was far enough from both that he couldn’t give any help. So he just yelled as he retreated, hoping that Robin would be able to kick the small ball of death forward before running away herself… that or use the body of the still alive fourth guard as a shield, protecting herself from the deadliness of the explosion. If Robin was successful, the grenade would have an even bigger distance from Ryuusei. The explosion would occur before the boy being able to find proper cover, but taking into account how Ryuusei had been able to run away he should be somehow safe, being that he had almost reached the entrance from where both him and Robin had come from. Because of this Ryuusei just made sure that his body was ready for the impact, expecting the blast to still have na impact strong enough to send Ryuusei off his feet, despite the distance. Hopefully the girl would also find a way out. Notes: This event should be called "Explosions Galore"!Words: 989.Tags: Robin Engell @plushies @fluffy |
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Post by Robin Engell on Nov 1, 2018 3:52:43 GMT -4
Soles meet soul and slam to his chest – mingling, tumbling, each falls and only one lands upright. She catches herself, can’t feel the unfamiliar motion of an unfamiliar form, scans the ground for his neck to stomp, his gun to take. Advantage, she thinks.
Item game is a niche aspect of games, concepts loaded and installed in the bottom of her mind closest to her chest, a gimmick style for some characters that necessitates positional advantage and situational options. Matchups dramatically change based on the resources at play and the players’ relationship to them.
One item, she thinks, a single gun alters this matchup irrevocably in her favor.
A thought slain before she even lifts a foot.
Impulse overrides thought, actions dictated in hormones and signals without time to process. A thunk hard and thick at her feet, a quick sweep with a lit bulb to the source. Chitin cloaked void stirring at the rim of light, scattered and skittering save for one that morphs to a dimly lit dimpled ball.
Her foot is in motion before it’s seen, before Ryuusei even speaks.
One toe connects and launches the grenade unseen in the direction of the space beyond, toward the armored door she’d only glimpsed in chaos. With luck, she thinks rapid in pictures without words, maybe it will pierce that steel. With hope, she prays, maybe it won’t pierce her.
“Help!”
“Get back – away from the back wall!” Screamed high pitched but controlled and unregistered and instantly forgotten – she processes for only a moment, glances quick fire from door to soldier to cover and makes her painful call, taps a prone soldier with a weary toe as a guide to follow her, and dives to land behind a bit of mobile cover the soldiers had used prior, the furthest away from the grenade she can find.
Her life is her goal. Her heart in command of her corpse, her coward’s soul falls and folds, rests in a fetal position with knees on the ground, hands on her head, eyes twisted shut. Too weak, she realizes. Weak in body and soul and mind, weak enough to fail dragging him away, weak enough to accept that failure, weak enough to accept it as the only way.
When the moment becomes memory, she would regret herself, and the heart she has. A hero who leaves a reluctant soldier to die for the promise of a future that might not come.
Maybe a compassionate Kutsu can drag him away in her stead.
WORD COUNT: 419 NOTES: In Summary, Robin hears thunk, zeroes in on it based on the sound being so close, kicks it on impulse to the far wall with the door, and dashes/dives for the bit of soldier's cover furthest away from the grenade that she can reasonably get to after kind of shoving the soldier with her foot to tell him where she's running. This is assuming the cover looked solid enough to eat some damage/doesn't have holes in it - if it looks iffy, she'll just run as close to the original entrance as she can.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2018 7:29:01 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give His steps escalated from andante to presto as the blowback of his power threatened to bring him down. Uncontrollable power struck bare walls and seeped into shadows surrounding. Black forms poured out from pores and wriggled half in and half out. Hands mangled and angled, they dangled in waves. They groped empty space, sated hunger beyond reach, as he flew past the goblins he'd unknowingly fed. Scraps of life kept radiating from his soul, but here, there was no chance to pull back. He'd borne demons, unaware of how much the assembly line had yielded until he found himself swimming through the product of his neglect. They laughed and they growled and they fuzzied his view. He nearly tripped over Sir Hopsalot as he stumbled out of the jungle and into a scene so horrifying his breath halted briefly to suppress rising bile. More innocently lives drifted into the next world, crushed like fruit by satanic hands. Again and again, her reign of terror knew no bounds, and again, in his incompetence, he'd arrived too late. Three fallen figures stained cold floors, but a fourth, for whatever reason, had been beaten yet spared. A roar jarred him back to his senses. A voice he'd encountered just earlier today. A command spliced through the smoke and haze while a boy blew past in a scurried escape. The witch, he'd found her, and she clearly wasn't done. Her final parting gift arced over corpses and clattered, metal to metal, against a shrouded door. Was that some sick challenge, one last "fuck you?" Disguised poorly as advice, he saw through her games, and he failed to hold back his tears as he let her rush by. Soon. She'd pay for her sins and her ideas of delight. The disciple he'd sent ahead, now trying to return, was fleeing for his life from her bloodlust and fangs. But he couldn't save him. Not yet at least. Because right now, assuming he was correct in how this grenade worked, another soul would soon depart before his eyes. He rushed forward as the witch headed back, depravity mixed briefly with heavenly air. "H-Help!"He bent low and swung the soldier's arm over his unscathed shoulder, while his plush toys gathered the man's legs to prop him off the ground. Not nearly as luxurious as a stretcher, they made quick and dirty work hauling him clumsily away from encapsulated death. Considering their late arrival and awkward formation, Kutsu braced himself for the inevitable blast. He'd survive, no doubt, but his temporary ward may not be so lucky. Still, every meter they managed to seize would improve his odds by some nonzero amount. He'd already lost sight of the follower and witch. Their backs vanished quickly in an adrenaline-fueled scramble. Finally, the witch's weapon unleashed its fury in a fiery BOOM, sending this scrappy rescue team flying forward and down. A shower of gore decked the halls. Immense heat clawed at his back. He lay there, breathless, deafened, still. Who knows how many minutes had passed before he mustered up the strength to glance back. Disoriented but still moving, the soldier's pained expression proved he had successfully delayed a reunion with dead colleagues. Over the intercom, sinister words threatened extinction, but alas, his ears hadn't yet drowned out the ringing. Muffles bounced off metal walls, but the sheer knowledge of human presence sent a smile to his face. Someone was out there! Waveringly, he pushed himself up to a stand, faced the end of the tunnel from which he'd originally come, and cupped his hands beside his mouth. "Hold on just a little longer," he shouted, addressing the brunette, the witch's latest target. "I'm gonna get backup!" His head throbbed at the sudden movement, and nails attacked his scalp as the itching grew to unbearable heights. There was so much to remember and even more he had to do. With an exasperated order, he sent all but his battle bunny back to help his disciple, knowing the witch was too devious for a lone mortal to handle. His cotton-stuffed pack, just a handful left, scampered into the darkness to meet the brunette. Of course, as soon as they left his range, the teddy bears would start running mindlessly in circles instead of carrying out their assigned mission. By his side stood Sir Hopsalot, his last line of defense against emotional turmoil. He couldn't bring along the soldier he'd saved, not with his messed up shoulder. That left his kevlar-skinned partner to abate the solitude. And so he set forth to seek new allies in his quest to topple the villain who'd cursed him. He wished he hadn't filled Sir Hopsalot with weights, otherwise he'd be holding tight his friend and burying his face in his. Describing the explosion's aftermath required vocabulary unfit for a child's eyes. How he wished the shadow devils would return. But instead, every surface, if not seared, was soaked in someone's brother, someone's father, someone's son. A proper burial sat outside the realm of possibility now. Quavering legs trudged through nightmare as he unconvincingly tried to liken the stench to that of a supermarket butcher. He couldn't rip the truth out of his head. The knowledge of what really squelched under his shoes. Tears streamed openly down his face. Quiet hiccups chipped at an otherwise silence. His arms wrapped around himself to fight off encroaching cold, though he began to realize it wasn't the surrounding air.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2018 10:24:58 GMT -4
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Abel, who had otherwise been fairly absentmindedly looking around the compartments, had found nothing short of a military helmet and a riot shield. Placing the helmet on his head, wrapping the shield around his arm, he had been coming towards the group with the suggestion that, this ought to buy them some kind of protection, if they were to push into heavy gunfire. Right before the grenade went off, the big brother reported managed to squeeze past both Kutsu and Robin. The debris from the barricades rained against the shield, the shockwave pushing Abel several steps backwards. Loud metallic thuds echoing, his ears were ringing. Abel was positioned low, with the shield at a slight angle, so that he would not be taking on the force directly. Abel was older, and had gone through conscript training. It was a short six months training period that the fittest Japanese males went through. A short time to serve in the army. When the debris stopped flying every which where, he slowly rose. "You Yuuei kids sure are something. Just going in and taking out four armed guards like that, no fear of being killed. We've only got one truck left. We've got time, how about we all slow down and come up with some proper plans, yeah?.. This was a close one." The riot shield had several dents in it, yet seemed to be holding up mostly okay. Waving the arm around, stretching his shoulder, it was clear it had taken some physical effort to hold the shield down and protect the group. "Missy, let me have a look at your wounds. I have samaritan training." With even a glance, it was clear for Abel to identify that Robin was the one that had taken the most damage. If the two others were to investigate, they had to pass through the destruction they had inevitably left behind. Several soldiers, simply doing their job, murdered. They'd find the controls to the door completely busted. The metallic frame was opening in the center, then closing again. If any of them had the means to understand the controls, there was a chance the door would simply open. Peering through the opening and closing crack however, they could see the final truck ahead of them. A large, open space. It was clearly like the headquarters. In the far end, sitting behind bulletproof glass in a cabinet, was Hideaki, still talking on the phone. It seemed like he was getting a bit nervous... The room itself had four large vats, embedded into the floor. One of the vats contained fuel for the trucks and electricity system, meaning they'd have never been able to cut the power to this one truck in particular. One vat contained medicine. Different things they could use to cleanse their wounds should it become neccessary. One contained files and information. Lastly, one contained the QED samples and likely the antidotes to cure said infection as well. Along the top of the room, was the ventilation shaft. It would be possible to cross through those if the group could find a proper point of entry. However, going up there meant they had to disable the ventilation system - otherwise the fans would require 'manual disabling.' - It also meant that any found equipment, like Abel's riot shield, could not be brought along...Perhaps if they found more explosives, they could somehow force the door open? Notes: I informed Chary of a lot of the things going on. It feels like you've misunderstood some of the event. Going forwards, here are the current consequences:
1: Kutsu, from using his quirk to this extent, is going to be very fatigued. Combine it with the QED, his injuries, he's at his limits.
2: Robin is likewise exhausted, though not as badly as Kutsu. Because of the injuries to her thigh and toes, she struggles moving around.
3: Ryuusei is mostly unharmed, but will struggle wielding anything in his main hand. The duration of his quirk's invisibility, unless he rests, is also reduced from the stress/combat that has been going.
If you need help, pointers or anything, I'd prefer you asking. Either me directly, or one of my NPC's, for advice. Coming up with your own ideas, especially if said ideas are quite a stretch, might not turn out favorably to you depending on what I have planned next. We're here to have fun and write good stories. |
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Nov 6, 2018 18:17:46 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.
A loud, constant and irritating buzz; a high-pitched noise that felt like a drill rampaging its way through Ryuusei Igarashi’s eardrums. If sound could be perceived by the eyes then all that Ryuusei would see would be distorted, hazy images; a reality so altered that he would not have any option other than questioning it. But, contrary to the ears, the eyesight was still perfect, able to keep the teenager attached to what was happening. Shirtless and with his legs exposed, he layed on the cold floor of that room. Next to him fragments of once whole objects and blood that did not belong to him. The buzzing continued, a voice emerged. You really are a storm.He shook his head, trying to get back to himself. As he tried to get himself up from the ground he panted heavily, his lungs clearly asking for a air with much better quality, his heart begging for a pause. Now sitting - one leg extended, the other bended - he looked with much more attention to his surroundings. What happened? he questioned himself. The piercing sound that repeated itself and that made him instictively lead his hands to his ears reminded him of the answer. That scenario was caused by a grenade, that loose small and round thing that is able of causing such destruction. Was he the only one to have survived that? Where were the still alive soldier and… the girl, the so called witch - where was she? Eyes like a car-crash, the boy’s honey coloured iris moved around, absorving all the details and information it could. Blood splattered all over the place, even limbs and internal orans could be spotted even if one tried to ignore such a gory scene. His eyes became wide open, his body started shaking, his breathing accelarated and beyond his control, the buzzing sharper and sharper. Weren’t you ready for this? the voice was as angelical as haunting. His eyes diverted themselves to the ground, looking for the lost knife. The soul wanted… no, it needed something to protect herself from the outsider world. The blade was close, thankfully. Ryuusei could identify the Sharp point of the knife above a pool of blood and beneath what it looked to be the intestines of one of the soldiers. Ignoring that, he reached with his right hand for the weapon given to him by Tanaka. As soon as he grabbed it he let go of it. An intense pain he felt. Looking at the hand Ryuu could see the the bullet wound had opened even more, making the makeshift bandage only slow the bleeding instead of stopping it like before. That right hand was now useless. Ryuusei was quick to understand that and reached for the knife with his left hand. Ryuusei was left-handed, but even so being only able to use one hand would always be troublesome. That can’t help you.He looked at the knife. On the blade reflection all he could see was a boy that was scared; a boy that wanted to go home and never go out; a boy that had no right in being at a Hero School and stealing the dreams of others; a boythat should hold his breath forever and remain invisible until the end of times. A deer in the headlights. That isn’t you, or am I wrong, Ryuu-kun?It was like something ethereal embraced him. The buzzing disappeared and Ryuusei focused on himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once he exhaled, he opened his eyes. Everything was clearer now. He could see Abel, Robin, Kutsu and one of the soldiers. He had seen them before, but his brain didn’t aknowledged it. He saw a door constantly opening and closing, a door that appeared to lead to the destination that Tanaka wanted to reach; near the door, the obviously damaged control equipment; in a corner one of the men that Ryuu had stabbed, coughing blood. Ryuusei got himself up and started to walk in the direction of the party. Whilst doing so, Abel began speaking. Arriving near them, Ryuusei crouched down. It was like he was dead to the world, like nothing had happened, like he didn’t had a panic attack some moments before. A more experienced person could probably see through this facade. Thank you - he spoke to Abel, still not knowing his name and showing gratitude even if the reporter didn’t do anything for Ryuu in specific. He reached his arm and placed it on Abel’s shoulder, the one he had just stretched - But be sure to not overdo yourself.That exchange of words done, Ryuusei got up once again. With the corner of his eye he glanced at the surviving solider, a glance that only lasted for a second. Ryuusei knew fully well that he was the one to blame for the death of the man’s comrades… and the man probably also knew that. We can’t pass through the door right now. I’m going to look around, see if I can find something useful to keep it open. Try to see if… If he knows something about what is going on, Ryuu finished, the “he” being the alive soldier that Kutsu had been able to also save. Ryuusei knew exactly where we wanted to go. Walking in a slow pace in order to give his body some kind of rest he headed to the soldier in the corner, the one that was barely alive. Once he got there, Ryuusei sat in front of the man. Hey, he said as if he was greeting an old friend. Placing the knife on its holster, Ryuusei used is functioning hand to go through the soldier’s entire uniform and body. He had the hopes of finding one or two grenades with the man, something that would hopefully be enough to blow the door up and allow the party to advance. If the previous soldier had one than this one should also have the same object with him. Whether or not he found what he looked for, Ryuusei would remain by the soldier in order to ask him something. By the blood he was coughing the soldier probably couldn’t speak and by his wounds he was just suffering, waiting for his slow and painful death. Do you want me to... To make it peaceful? Ryuusei asked. If the man nodded in a positive manner Ryuusei would stab him in a way that meant an instantaneous death, one without any more suffering. If not, Ryuusei would respect the wish and allow the man to keep breathing for more minutes. In either case, Ryuusei would always come back to the rest of the party. If his line of thinking was correct he would be returning with one or more explosives. Notes: This is fun, isn't it?Words: 1,135.Tags: Robin Engell @plushies @fluffy |
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Post by Robin Engell on Nov 6, 2018 19:48:08 GMT -4
Explosions frequent and frantic, bursting in her brain and chest and heart, loud enough to tint and color the screams of those around. Abstract screams, she hears, noise tied not to flesh but to suffering, the concept transcendent and born from null flesh, suffering that floats as a mist through the air, lands and congeals in her lungs. Breathing fast, losing air - even here in total void with eyes screwed shut the chittering follows, shadows prise open her eyes and force her to see, pressed tight against sclera and iris and retina like a contact lens, an infinite sea of mites the color of night. She feels them, carcasses of insects mottled across her view, twitching and writing beneath skin until she’s forced to open her eyes for relief.
All metaphor is lost, notions of the concrete tying her down. The only sensation that must be true, she thinks, is the damp smell of blood in her nose, particles loose and aerosol after an explosion. She trembles on the ground with the fading armor of shock and numb. No fear of being killed, the Big Brother had said, dumb and numb and blind, and she decides she hates him, just like she does Kutsu, just like she does Ryuusei, unforgivable blinding hate projected far and focused from the deepest cell in her chest. She hates everyone, she decides. Every single person on the planet. Every possible human being, every ally a liar, every enemy a villain, or a hero, she concedes. Morally subjective, good and evil are decided on the world’s terms, she muses, and if the world has turned against her, the world by consensus must still be good. An enemy of the planet, she herself must be evil. Kutsu had confirmed as much himself.
A villain’s M.O., after all, is hate. Spite without respite, heart beat synced with the rhythm of war drums, hate drives those people the world doesn’t accept. Every innocent thought and emotion felt and denied and pressed so tightly to the edge of their chest that it bulges like a tumor, a defect branded on skin, a meat-dense sin so bold and incorrigible that it’s summed up and dismissed by the thoughts of everyone surrounding. Tightness in her chest, hyperventilation, quickening pulse that flows over, pressure hard and quick against the inside of her skull.
”Missy, let me have a look at your wounds. I have-”
“DON’T CALL ME MISSY!”
Ryuusei and the world are forgotten.
He’s interrupted mid-thought. She pivots and screams, shivering and trembling, no longer numb despite the cold. Armor fades in the calm of a storm. A shaking fist strikes and presses tight against the floor beneath. Green eyes wide and sharp and full of thick, overwhelming hate that barely masks an infinite childish fear beneath.
“I’m not your missy! Don’t touch me! Don’t look at me, don’t think about me, don’t-! … Don’t...!”
She chokes, coughs, hacks and slumps her head and chokes again, drowns another noise that she shamefully feels is a sob.
“Don’t…”
And another sob bleeds from her chest.
“I don’t… Understand.”
And another deep and pitiful, a series of pathetic sobs leaking from her wounds as freely as blood.
“I don’t want to die...”
She screams primal between breaths, slams the flat of her fist on the floor beneath. A huddled figure, a desperate child.
“I don’t want to die! I want to play games and get good, I want to learn to draw or learn to cook or write a novel, I want to have close friends like everyone else, and- and we’ll laugh and cry and watch anime and movies and play games, or, God, just talk!”
A deep and heavy breath, a drowned sob. The most precious and intimate confession spurting forth as a fountain from her heart.
“I wanna fall in love! I want to have my first kiss, I want to hold hands and have someone that’s more precious to me than anyone else, and- and-! I don’t-!”
“I don’t-!”
“I don’t want to die!”
The crescendo, the climax - sobs frequent and heavy wane weaker.
“I don’t understand,” she repeats between breaths nonetheless quick and frantic, through tears still falling in heavy drops. “I don’t understand why I can’t have those things…”
“When I close my eyes,” she speaks after a moment, shivers from the chill of the steel at her feet and the ache in her foot and leg and arm and chest, “when I close my eyes there’s a chittering mass, this sentient void that’s twitching under my skin, pressed against the inside of my eyes and scalp. The same one that’s crawling in the corners of my sight where light doesn’t reach. And I can’t tell if it’s whatever they drugged us with or just my body catching up with everything wrong in my brain. I can’t tell if the problem is inside or out.”
A wet laugh pushed through her nose.
“Is it really everyone else if the only consistent factor is me? When I fly around the world and I hear the same rhetoric, the same people shouting the same things, threatening to kill me or fuck me, like an animal to some and a toy to others - when I get tackled to the ground as soon as I shift, when the government says I’m subhuman and acts on it, is it really everyone else who’s wrong?”
“Even the people who promise me the future with a smile on their face,” Hideaki in her mind and chest, “even they have other thoughts in their heart.”
“It’s inside me, isn’t it? Everything wrong is in here.”
Rising, sitting, propped on her knees as one hand loosely grips her chest.
“I’m everything wrong, aren’t I?”
Words cold and defeated, the spark in a dying bulb.
The episode takes a minute, enough time to bleed tears and feelings until she’s bled all she has, enough to wipe mucus and tears from a pathetic red face through sniffles. Her gaze floats dull to the chunks and corpses lining the walls. Nothing left to process or feel.
“Fine.” Whispered - gaze unfocused, but words pointed to Abel. “Take a look if you want.”
“What do we even do from here?”
Those eyes flit to the soldier still there, a dimly lit outline in the light of her phone.
“Is there even a way to get to him? You should know, right?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 8:07:53 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give Two out of five functionalities swiped. Blinding heat had torn a hole where ink spilled black his vision. Floating a dream, as deep and as dark, minus the tranquility of slumber. Resonations rocked his head and pulled him far below. His thoughts split ajar as warmth trickled past his brow. Gargled, hollow, he picked voices past the hum. But that incessant ringing, high and sharp, screamed for attention. It screamed and screamed until his sentience returned. He couldn’t see and he couldn’t hear, so he opened his mouth. Fuck. Make that three out of five. One twitch of the hand told him he was alive. Wild throbbing said not for long. He pulled a trembling hand up over his eyes and zeroed in on his air. In. Out. Let the atmosphere flow. But that god-awful smell broke his peace. Lids cracked open, dimness nudged him aware, with ceaseless chimes far away. Despite grappling for soft emptiness to return, his memories poked at his conscience. Get up, don't forget. There's work to do. A rough groan managed to finally escape. He sat up. Too fast. Palms pressed against his temples. An attempt to squeeze the pain and suppress it. He felt an eerie wetness, likely from a passing shard too busy to stop and chat, then wondered how long he'd been out. His mind couldn't handle complex commands, his request to remember rejected. Visuals flew by, of a girl and a boy, but a thick fog blocked their faces. The fog churned and washed over the last few minutes, ebbing in and out with a tease. In front of him, snow, a flurry of bright that offered bare minimum sight. From the burden of his plushies to the curse by the witch and landing violently from the explosion, his senses were utterly jumbled. If a doctor shone a light into his eyes, they would've been correct to suspect a concussion. Low words drifted from behind, and it took all his power to look back. Recognition refilled the lapses in memory, their profiles familiar again. The brunette, seemingly unharmed, stood up before passing him and rounding the corner. He couldn't bring himself to guess where he'd gone. Similarly, the older male sat crouched beside crumpled mass, when suddenly he felt knives. Holy shit she was so loud. Each syllable a blade digging into his skull, and on reflex, he covered his ears. Gains amped high, her screeches pierced his defenses, but even worse, he could still comprehend them. Beside him lay a dozing rabbit, successive trauma tuckering it out, but a couple of bears powered through. They danced back toward him, and with terse call, he pulled them back under his own spell. He picked up a pink one, whispered into her ear, then released her back into the wild. Apricot, petite as a woman's dress shoe, hobbled on all fours and padded toward the sobbing mess. She hopped into her lap, uninvited but undaunted, with orders to relieve and keep watch. Kutsu sighed. It might've all been a trick, those depressing cries and raw hopes, but it was better to be rendered helpless than thirsting for blood. If they were lucky, her injuries were real and her powers were truly drained, otherwise he feared for the older male's life. He couldn't take the chance, but he could also barely stand. His body threw a protest getting back up. Delicate steps carried him closer to the pair, and he eyed the fallen witch with suspicion. "There were bombs in one of the boxes." His curt contribution. Just moments before he heard Nectarine burst, he and his follower had been rummaging through. He couldn't mistake the familiar casing and deadly form, but the explosion had given him no time to think. Now that they could breathe, they could also search again, but he couldn't point out the correct one if he tried. The older male was bent over her foot, and the proximity nagged at his fears. "Don't get too close," he warned him. "We need to hurry and find the other guy when you're done." The one who'd passed him moments before, who'd brazenly fought the witch and survived. If he went back to the door, then he was safe from this demon, but so far, Kutsu had a track record of losing people he couldn't see. It was better to keep everyone in view. Yet seeing proved more difficult with each passing breath. He stumbled, then caught himself against propped up boxes. Even his own voice shook his brain. From here, he could see Apricot faltering, straining herself to stay awake as well, nodding off and jolting up like in a lecture. And as he slid back down to the cold, hard floor, chuckles seeped slyly into his senses. There they were again. The creatures in the walls. Now louder than ever, though strangely without harm. Funny how his headaches flared under every other sound. "Do you think these little buddies will help us?" A finger pointed at empty wall. But as his attention turned toward the fickle beasts, they retreated once more, spiting him. He couldn't even bang his head against the boxes, taking out his frustration, because a growing purple already bloomed where his skull had met floor. Instead, he let his mind dangle, knees pulled halfway to his chest and arms resting on their peaks, volume controls glitching with resolution following suit and occasional static flashing the screen. His gradual decline into unconsciousness buzzed on, jagged inputs facing loss in connection. He could feel it dragging him back. Except, he couldn't afford to go back. Blinking hard and resetting his eyes, he made several attempts to his feet. "I'm going back to find him." He began to drag himself toward the source of his pain, back by the door now splashed with red. Similar streaks caked the side of his face, remnants of a wound still closing. He shifted his sights onto the witch. He wasn't sure if the impromptu medic would be safe. "Don't hurt him too." An open plea to the devil. At this point, begging was all he could do.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 17:31:18 GMT -4
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Nov 10, 2018 15:28:11 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.
On the soldier’s outfit Ryuusei found only a grenade. It seemed to be a different kind from the one that caused the previous explosion: smaller and, by the way it felt on his hand, with not a lot of filling inside of it. That would never be enough to keep the door open. He also didn’t have the chance to give the man the peaceful send-off that he deserved. After asking him if he wished for Ryuusei to make his road to the afterlife less painful, the man was already on his way out. He spat a last bit of blood - perhaps intentionally - to the teenager face, his last action before closing his eyes and embracing the goddess of death. It served as a cold reminder to Ryuusei that his actions can have rather big and painful consequences. Slowly wiping the blood out of his face, he got up and returned to the group empty handed. Thankfully, it seemed that both Kutsu and Robin had been much more useful than him. Robin was carrying a block of C4 explosives and respective detonator on his arms; Kutsu had, as he explained, an EMP disk that would allow the group to disable Hideaki’s mecha-suit if they could get the disk close enough to the dangerous man. After discussing for a bit, the group came to plan… Okay, so, running it back one last time: Abel plants the C4, as soon as it explodes I activate my Quirk and get near Hideaki with the disk. Meanwhile you two get his attention. Right?With the rest of the group nodding their head in agreement it was time to go. Abel placed the C4 and Kutsu handed the disk to Ryuusei. Once they were all behind cover, Abel made a countdown with his fingers. 3,2,1. Pressing the detonator, a loud explosion made sure that the door was now completely open and allowed everyone to pass through it. Ryuusei had already touched both his own body and the disk and, following the plan, was already running as fast he could while in an invisible state. It was hard doing such sprinting while holding his breath, but he did not need much time. Besides, for some odd reason, he felt enough trust in the other two to believe that they would make sure that Hideaki wouldn’t see Ryuu’s approach coming, despite knowing the boy’s Quirk. Ryuusei trust was well-placed for he was able to reach Hideaki in a rather quick and fast way. Then, as instructed by Kutsu, he activated the EMP disk right under the lieutenant and his exo-skeleton. Hopefulyy it would work, especially because Ryuusei reached his breathing limit as soon as he placed the disk, which meant that both him and the object were now visible once again. Notes: The end?Words: 466.Tags: Robin Engell @plushies @fluffy |
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Post by Robin Engell on Nov 12, 2018 2:49:33 GMT -4
When she’s sobered and dry, she finds a plushie on her lap. A sentient toy, condolence for children, condescension as a lord to his vassal. She’s furious as she is touched – heart screaming with pride that bubbles under the emotional numb, she only finds the strength to gaze, sullen.
‘Does he think I want his pity?’ Spoken bitterly in her mind and in her glare.
‘But no’, she thinks with the void around fading as she adjusts, ‘this isn’t pity’. His wounds become clear, his own heart’s struggle hot in his eyes. He breathes and slouches as if exhausted, hallucinates helpers on the wall with a shoulder cooked raw and pink by her quirk.
In his wisdom, Kutsu had changed his mind. What he had realized in her moment of weakness was solidarity in their fight. Her struggle was his, words spoken through the language of touch. The plush’s embrace is the same as his own, a symbol of comfort and camaraderie, and of the chance to try again. That pink fluff crawls into her lap and resets her heart – a symbol of peace, she thinks, an olive branch.
Toys are only given to children, but what else could she be called after a moment of rebirth?
“Kutsu,” muttered painful and low – Apricot gripped tender and firm and pressed tight to her chest where it stays as she slips the thing through the loose neck of her shirt.
She’ll carry it with her, well past this day. Apricot will always follow in her heart.
And she rises to her feet.
The search is nondescript and uninteresting – she finds the C4, hurries to surrender it to someone who knows better.
“Okay, so, running it back one last time: Abel plants the C4, as soon as it explodes I activate my Quirk and get near Hideaki with the disk. Meanwhile you two get his attention. Right?”
“Yeah,” she speaks, capricious conviction in her voice. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Crouching behind a barrier and waiting for that blast, the dull shockwave and muted roar that comes with fingers jammed deep in her ears.
When it comes, it’s as a starting gun.
She sprints – beyond running, from her past or her future, she sprints headlong into the room ahead and into the time she has left.
“No, you run. The kind of person you are, is the person who runs.”
Hideaki’s voice – some chimera of memory and hallucination burns in her chest. Chittering void in her peripheral view redoubles and reshapes – an army single-file and shoulder to shoulder, military guiding her path to his chamber.
“So know that. And fight it.”
Itching scalp burns and redoubles and spreads, insect migration from head to neck to chest to gut – they burrow from skin to sclera, in her eyes and heart and gut and groin and legs and feet, and through gritted teeth each itch is scratched at once, dies and becomes a tingle, excitement and opportunity cut with fear.
“Stop running away, and start running forward.”
“HIDEAKI!”
She burst through parted doors, panting with arms raised in the defense. As pathetic as before, she stands strong – bloodied shirt and boxers and hair with no ensemble, scarred and burnt.
Yet the girl is firm, wavers only with the rhythm of her breath.
“Hideaki,” she repeats and lets pride and hate bubble hot under that tingling, “you don’t recognize me. My name is Robin Engell. We sparred earlier this week at one of the combat zones, and you won. And you told me to stop running away like you friggin' knew something I didn't, and I’ve spent the last week thinking about that conversation, and – and I get it now – that I haven’t been living at all, have I? That life needs ambition and aspiration and – and hope!
“Hope… Yeah, I didn’t have any hope for the future, and worse, I thought I was better for it, smarter and better and above it all, and then you come along and call me out on my shit. And I don’t care if it was a lie, because none of what I’m saying right now matters.”
Readjusting her stance – she stands straight, narrow, extends a pointed arm to the man ahead as a batter calling his shot.
“Because I’m going to kill you, Hideaki. And I’m gonna do it because you told me to.”
“You hear that?! You bastard!”
That pointed finger clenches tight into a pallid fist aimed through the glass ahead.
“Because I’m going to start over! I’m going to live!”
It should be enough time, she thinks, her hearts words released to the world.
Duplicitous and sincere, Hideaki’s words repeated in form and intent.
WORD COUNT: 778 NOTES: Robin hides behind cover until the explosion goes off, and with the agreed on timing, sprints forward into the next room, where she stops what seems like a safe distance away from Hideaki and captures his attention with her shonen speech, ideally giving Ryuusei enough time to slip the EMP underneath. Hideaki, she's assuming, will indulge her speech given that time is almost definitely on his side anyway, and her succuming to X-320's serum is more beneficial to him than outright killing her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 13:38:43 GMT -4
i wonder how many wishes a star can give His hands blurred and sharpened in a periodic trance, vision wavering dangerously and on the cusp of flickering out. But as much as he would’ve gladly shut down and let himself drift into much quieter place, a man in a far worse state than him was fighting tooth and nail to prove none of them could afford to rest. Burning the last drops of his consciousness, the spared soldier thrust a card into his shaky grasp. The boy knelt beside him and checked for a pulse, utterly relieved to have found one, before thumbing over the plastic in doubt. He had no clue who this Hideaki fellow was, especially what he'd done to spite the soldier, but in honor of the one he'd saved, he felt compelled to follow through. Clearly something important to him lay hidden in those crates. Taking a deep breath and a moment to steady himself, he fought off the dizziness that came with trying to pull himself upright again. Heavy feet dragged their way to the back. Three haptic blips on the keypad preceded an approving beep and click. Pushing back the lid revealed a small device that looked ripped out of a sci-fi film. He turned it delicately in his hand, unsure what to make of it. As he returned to the congregation point, his heart stopped at the sight of Apricot hanging frozen in the witch's hands. He gulped and braced himself for the inevitable bloodshed, but nearly tripped when she nuzzled him close. Barely above a whisper, his name floated past her lips. It made him pause and wonder how on earth she managed to get it. He didn't think he'd introduced himself, although such an exchange may very well have slipped from his mind, but he also wouldn't have been surprised if his reputation had spread fast throughout the underworld. He swept past her and mumbled, "He's yours… if you're gentle." A warning not to kill before turning his attention to the arriving brunette. He relayed the soldier's message to the best of his ability, though it took twice as long to overcome a series of mental blanks. He certainly didn't want the responsibility of having to deploy such a weapon, and he was more than happy to offload it, even if getting clumped together with the witch wasn't ideal. She seemed domesticated enough so far, but someone had to keep watch over her. Everyone braced for impact. Off went the boom. The volume sent shockwaves up his spine and rattled mercilessly his head. Even when mentally prepared, the physical fell behind, and his skull threatened to split at the slightest touch. The witch, in all her excitement, burst furiously ahead and bombarded the occupant with bravado. He trailed laggardly behind, hands tight against his ears. “Not so loud…” he all but whimpered, her voice serrating his senses and nearly forcing him to his knees. It seemed both the soldier and witch had some beef with this man. However, the parallel wasn't what felled him. His eyes doubled in size, not at her murderous threats, but rather at her outlandish claims. "R-Robin?" No. Impossible. Had she taken hold of his soul? Was he trapped somewhere inside, thrashing against walls, shouting for help that'd been within reach this whole time? Her declaration had pulled the rug out from beneath him. He crumpled onto the ground in a mess. The bloodbath, the voices, the constant unrest—his heartstrings had finally snapped. There will come a day when his eyes will close and never open again. Everything grew silent, then still, and then dark. Lord knows if that day is today.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2018 8:05:03 GMT -4
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Post by Ryuusei Igarashi on Nov 21, 2018 18:26:29 GMT -4
Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.
That little EMP actually worked, praised were the heavens. Ryuusei - and all of the others - would have been in all kind of problems if it didn't. Actually, if that was the case, they would probably be at the stage where they needed to accept the fact that they were going to die. No need to think in the "what if's" of life though - it worked, that was what mattered. Ryuusei was now visible, standing near the body of Lietenant Hideaki, who was on the ground and unable to move due to the weight of his now non-functional exo-suit. It was probably the time to get the hell out of there. Looking with the corner of his eyes, Ryuu saw some little flask with liquid appearing. Probably the thing that Tanaka was looking for, the thing to solve the virus problem he had talked about. The party had everything it needed, but... I can't leave him here.Ryuusei couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk having the man responsible for the death of Tanaka left alone for an amount of time that would allow some of his soldiers to rescue him before the authorities arrive. You are the one to blame, Ryuu.Shut up, he replied mentally. You two grab thosse flasks, me and Abel will carry the Lietenant.But Abel was nowhere to be seen. Captured? Unlikely - if there were more soldiers there they would've already attacked Ryuusei and the other two, so... he went away by himself? Without saying a word? What was the motivation for that? Ryuusei didn't think about that very hard, since he figured that they really needed to get out of the van before any more enemies could come. But, now that Abel couldn't help him, there was no way that Ryuusei could carry Hideaki and the exo-suit. It left only one option. No hard feelings, Ryuu said before hitting the older man with the back-end of his knife, making Hideaki slumber into a state of uncounsciousness. Then, with the help of his knife and as fast as he could, he removed Hideaki from the now worthless suit. Ryuusei was still bleeding from the hand, but he was nowhere near as hurt as both Robin and Kutsu. He received much more dangerous injuries in his training with Jasmine, for example. However, as he dragged Hideaki across the floor while getting away, Ryuu couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been very, very luck: that, despite almost no injuries, he had tricked lady death. Notes: The end aka exit post!Words: 422.Tags: Robin Engell @plushies @fluffy |
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