M-21 (![]() ![]() @ 2011-10-15 20:59:00 |
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Current location: | Sector 6 / Late Evening |
Entry tags: | :action, allelujah haptism, aqua, cadis etrama di raizel, fou, frankenstein, m-21, regis landegre, roxas, shinwoo han, subaru nakajima, ventus |
[Action | Open]
[If you want near the recreation center, or the training halls that evening you might here the sound of crashing, breaking--animalistic growls of frustrations. More beast than man.
You might see the punching bag go flying or the dummy getting splintered into chips of wood. The equipment is meant to withstand the force of someone has angry--hurt, afraid--as M-21 is at that moment. He had searched, called, and hunted down all the leads he could find, but the fact he had to face.
M-24 was gone. Again.
De--
--He punches the bag hard enough it cracks the wall behind it. Stares for a few seconds, almost as if he doesn't even notice the damage. He looks down and notices that without even trying...his hands have changed...thick fur up to his elbows, sharp claws curling to dig into his own palms as he clenches them. That hasn't happened subconsciously in a long time. He's not controlling himself.]
...You damn idiot.
[He doesn't know who he's saying it to.]