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Tweak says, "DO NOT WANT!!"

Chiaki Tachibana (two_last_names) wrote in erato_dr,
@ 2010-12-16 17:07:00

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series: devil survivor, series: neon genesis evangelion, series: nocturne

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[Chiaki's lip curls in an almost-sneer, the almost is important, as she drums her fingers against the altar.]

[Prayer was an idiot's maxim and she would have no part of it. The messily stitched up scar in her shoulder, where her right arm should be, that was her prayer -- and it went unanswered.]

[Instead, she'll tear the pages out of the closest bible she can find,

one

by

one.]

((Voice test, but will be slow until the weekend, sorry.))

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	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 07:24 pm UTC (link)
	And you sound like a fool. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 07:27 pm UTC (link)
	You're weak. If you weren't, you wouldn't need to resort to petty insults. [Like me.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 08:54 pm UTC (link)
	You don't know who you're challenging, child. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 09:42 pm UTC (link)
	So show me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 10:10 pm UTC (link)
	[There was something pushing him, urging him to fight. Tch. Probably another effect of this place.] Very well, then. [He darts forward, floating above the ground slightly, and goes to try to punch her in the gut with the addition of Full Might.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

two_last_names
2010-12-17 10:19 pm UTC (link)

[The impact sends her back into the closest pew, arm and legs askew. For a second, it looks as though she might be unconscious, head turned away from him -- but then she straightens, wobbly like a puppet with its strings cut, and presses the back of her hand to the bleeding cut on her mouth.]

[She feels -- odd. Detached. She thinks she might have cracked a rib, but it's a distant pain, muted. When she does look back at him, there's contempt in her eyes (not unusual) and something else, too.]

Come here.

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	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	[He eyes her suspiciously, but there's not much she can do to hurt him, he thinks, so he walks a bit closer. He stops just out of arm's reach, though... he's no fool.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	Help me up. [Extends her one arm out without looking at him.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 10:41 pm UTC (link)
	[He looks at her hand suspiciously.] And how do I know you won't try to kill me if I do? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	Do I look like I can kill you? [weak, pathetic, failure, she can't do anything so she should just die...] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 10:48 pm UTC (link)
	Tch. [He reaches down and grabs her hand.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 10:52 pm UTC (link)
	[There's a strangled gasp as she's pulled upright, and she instinctively tightens, shoulders up like a wronged cat.] My rib. [Glances down, wondering if he can see the awkward protrusion through her dress.] Set it back into place. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 10:59 pm UTC (link)
	It'll be easier if you lie down for that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	[If she lies down, he can strangle her--] [Does so anyway, sitting back down on the pew he had just thrown her into moments ago, then putting up her legs and setting her head down. Her left arm dangles, hand curled taut enough to turn the skin white.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:11 pm UTC (link)
	[He reaches down, and finds the rib that's out of place. A memory bubbles up of having this happen to him, and he blinks it away.] On three. One... [He pushes, forcing it back into place, and casts a Dia to mend the bone a little, if not all the way.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	[She doesn't cry out when he does it, but her fist comes up and then back down against the pew's edge hard enough to splinter the wood. But his fingers are warm and the pain seems to subside a bit, causing her to blink up at him, looking for the first time today almost -- hopeful.] You can heal? [Her arm...] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:17 pm UTC (link)
	I can. But I can't restore your arm. It can take away wounds, but it can't regenerate lost limbs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:24 pm UTC (link)
	[She simply turns her head, letting her eyes study the polished woodgrain of the pew with no real interest.] ... kill me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:25 pm UTC (link)
	No. Death is no release. You just come back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:26 pm UTC (link)
	Not in this body. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	True. If you're lucky, you'll forget what this life was like, as well... but it'll still cling to you. So in the end, it doesn't matter what body you're in. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	You can say that, you're in tact. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	I wasn't always. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	two_last_names 2010-12-17 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	When? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cursedmemory 2010-12-17 11:46 pm UTC (link)
	Many times, over the course of human history. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)