Kurosaki Hisoka (redmooncursed) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-10-12 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | hisoka::redmooncursed, vash::stampeded, watari::drink_this |
Who: Vash, Watari, and 14 year old!Hisoka
What: Vash trying to stop Watari from mercy killing Hisoka.
Where: The basement
When: Just after Hisoka's last voice post
Warnings: Blood
Vash: [rapid footsteps, a gunshot and-- down goes the door! resident blond intervening on murder, 'k] -- Hey, ah, hold on a moment...!
Watari: [and we're slamming you back with reibaku. >|] There isn't time to explain. But either he dies now painlessly, or he dies in agony over the next two years.
Hisoka: [Whimpering and curling against Watari] Please please please please . . .
Vash: [mind shield helps a bit with resisting that, but is wincing] This is a... potion, isn't it? It won't be two years-- it'll be two days. And people here might know how to help!
Watari: [a sigh] The curse has been reactivated. I don't think it'll stop just by the potion wearing off.
Vash: But you don't know for sure, do you...?
Watari: ...Eriks, the Hisoka that's normally here is dead anyway. [blade against throat] I won't have him go through that agony again because of my mistake.
Vash: [frowning now] Dying's a horrible thing to go through, dead before or not. There's always a different way. Have you tried?
Watari: I don't have the luxury. [HAVE A FUDA TO THE FACE] I don't care if you hate me for this.
Hisoka: [Stretching his neck against the blade of the knife and looking pleadingly at the both of them]
Vash: [gripping his arm and taking a step... forward] You can't murder someone. There's always time. What's wrong with trying?
Watari: I'm a shinigami. This is what I do. [AND THE KNIFE, IT IS PLUNGING FOR THE NECK]
Vash: [diving forward--]
Hisoka: [Braces self and ages a mere two years just before the knife hits and clutches at his throat when it does]
Watari: ...Hisoka? [blinkblink]
Vash: .... [double the blinking, mid-grab for the knive]
Vash: knife*
Hisoka: [Choking and yanking the knife out of his throat, sitting up and holding his hand over the wound as it heals and the curse marks fade] I'm . . . I'm fine . . .
Watari: ...That answers that question.
Vash: ... Looks like. [verbal sweatdrop] Aah, Hisoka? Are you sure you're alright?
Hisoka: [Staring at the knife and the blood on his hands before remember to give it back to Watari, not looking at him or Vash, just the spatter of blood on the floor and nods]
Watari: ...Sorry, bon.
Vash: Let's get this washed up, then...? [smiling sheepishly]
Hisoka: [Getting to his feet and giving himself a second to get his balance and then heading for the door] I'm going to go take a shower.
Watari: [sigh] Alright.