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Tweak says, "I AM YOUR FATHER, LUKE."

??? (Nishi Jouichirou) (eaves_dropper) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2011-11-06 17:16:00

Entry tags:

!days 280-289, aragaki shinjiro, ashikawa mitsuru, kurono kei, nia teppelin, nishi jouichirou, sasagawa ryohei, shinonome hangetsu, tomoe mami, ~shadow, ~{persona}

Who: Monsterhunter, Lizardking, Parrot and Persona
Where: Cetus dorms
When: Day 286, after meeting, before deage game!
What: Heart antics!

[After a certain meeting, a cat might have left separate from Mitsuru, stalking off into the shadows too quickly to easily catch, or do so without notice.

It's some hours later, only a little while before curfew that two events might simultaneously be discovered... One, any of Lizardking venturing out might find two modest sized uglyfish on their doorstep... obviously killed by some rather brutally impressive blunt force... and the return of a certain drenched, and rather annoyed cat to the Cetus dorms...

He wastes very little time closing the door and returning to a rather... drenched and rather annoyed human form.]

That should do it. I don't give a shit what happens, but lets get this over with.

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	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 04:49 am UTC (link)
	[As you shout... something starts to change... ... the edges of the room start to bubble and curl, like burning film.] ... Look, I'm not in the mood for some random nutjob. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 04:52 am UTC (link)
	[ ... punches deadbody ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 04:59 am UTC (link)
	[It... shatters. There was little left that could stand up to the force of it, and as most tissue had long since dried... it's a bit like punching through a pinata...] [Something... about the room... stops.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:00 am UTC (link)
	[ WAIT DID I DO THE WRONG THING ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 05:08 am UTC (link)
	[The Nishi in the room seems to finally FOCUS... eyes drifting to the shattered corpse on the carpet. He starts backing away, expression somewhere between numb horror and honest confusion...] What...? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:09 am UTC (link)
	DO YOU SEE IT NOW (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 05:10 am UTC (link)
	... ... Ha... what? Of course I... This isn't real, is it? (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 05:12 am UTC (link)
	... No. I see it. I see it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:15 am UTC (link)
	[ w. aiting ] (Reply to this) (Parent)

	Re: [The Apartment] doggedjustice 2011-11-07 05:15 am UTC (link)
	You okay there, Tack? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 05:19 am UTC (link)
	Yeah. Everything's going to be fine. I get it. [He smiles, almost serenely, walking towards the open veranda. The ... room starts to get warm.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] doggedjustice 2011-11-07 05:20 am UTC (link)
	[. . . not. Not good. Hand on Captain Shouty's arm and pulling him along to follow Tack] Get what? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:22 am UTC (link)
	[ SO SAFE ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] sabra_la_iudex 2011-11-07 05:25 am UTC (link)
	[Where the rays of sunlight fall, the curtains . . . begin to smoke.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] eaves_dropper 2011-11-07 05:27 am UTC (link)
	... I thought it was different. I mean, who even knew if the world I remembered was even real? There wasn't any proof of it. [He stops, turning to face them, back to the rising sun.] But you know what, it doesn't matter? They're both like that.. I really never had a chance... I just make things worse when I'm late. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] doggedjustice 2011-11-07 05:31 am UTC (link)
	[There are so many things to say to that but with the sun rising and the room getting warm... They're short on time.] SHOUTY, RUN! Chain whip! [Even as he's retreating back the way they came, he's lashing out with the rope of psychic energy, aiming to wrap it around Tack yank him along] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:33 am UTC (link)
	[ GOING TO THE DOOR, WAITING FOR PARROT AND TACK ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] sabra_la_iudex 2011-11-07 05:41 am UTC (link)
	[The whip connects— something something that isn't Tack. Something that isn't Tack at all, and as the sun rises, forming a fiery halo behind him, it grabs hold of Parrot's whip and pulls, burning heat racing down the connection between them.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] doggedjustice 2011-11-07 05:46 am UTC (link)
	Shit. [Trying to sever the connection before it gets to him while jerking himself in the other direction.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: [The Apartment] punchthewall 2011-11-07 05:48 am UTC (link)
	[ running back in to pull Parrot back as well ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: [The Apartment]

eaves_dropper
2011-11-07 06:05 am UTC (link)

[The entire room begins to combust, fire spreading fast where it can reach, other parts spontaneously bursting into flame as the light reaches.

Parrot's skin glows a bright orange as something, slides under it, both comforting and horrifyingly consumptive at the same time. And spreads back through, sliding over Ryohei too in an instant.

You might get the sense that the scent of burning protein is you... For that brief moment before everything, brain included, boils from inside out.

You, and the room itself turns to ash.]

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	Re: [The Apartment] sabra_la_iudex 2011-11-07 06:11 am UTC (link)
	[One final impression remains, in the haze of heat and pain . . . The withered corpse, desiccated and dry as a desert mummy, sliding slowly to its feet, colours of sunlight in its hair as it reaches out for the one person in the room still whole.] (Reply to this) (Parent)

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