Natanael Guerrero (peculiarities) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-05-01 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: december 30, kazuma uemori, player: jordan, player: liv, winifred whitner |
Who: Kazuma Uemori + Collectors! (TEAM EFFORT??? Let's just wing it???)
What: Cistron wants Collectors to Collect so...
When: Morning of 2013 December 30
Where: Center Springs Park, then Manchester Memorial Hospital, Manchester, Connecticut
Rating: tbd
Status: tbd
Twins. He couldn't believe it.
It was these brief moments right before they set their mission in motion (oh Kazu does like how that rhymes) that always made Kazuma doubt in the rightness and the smartness of his plan as a spy. It was bad enough that he was forcibly removing children from their families when he had sworn to do the opposite, but it was so much worse that this was happening...a day before the new year.
How it would feel to lose his own son right before that date full of hope, Kazuma wouldn't even want to start imagining.
These thoughts were always brief and fleeting, although the frustration of being nowhere nearer to dismantling the laboratory with his bare hands (not that he ever thought he could manage on his own but wouldn't that be a nice surprise? Walking out of the wreckage of the headquarters, smoke and dust and all, leading an army of children out to, say, the Centurion's plane or something equally grand. Cue Bon Jovi singing in the background, zoom out, roll credits...) after one year was a little more difficult to wave away. The longer he stayed, the more he was being called out to the field, the more people he took and lost to the experiments, the harder it became. It placed a frown on his face, subtle but firm, but thankfully he could always chuck that off to working his magic.
It was a cloudy morning in Manchester, Connecticut. A lake of fire danced around his fingers and palm enough to produce a good amount of smoke from it. In its waves, he saw the structures of a bedroom, the shapes of people moving about, around the lone figure tucked comfortably under his sheet. There was a tall staff that stood beside him, carrying a bag of glucose connected to his wrist by a wire. Young and sick.
Kazuma bit back a sigh as he waved the fire away from his hand. What did he say about doubts again? Now all that was left in the wake of his spell was steam rising from his otherwise unbroken skin. He turned and sat beside his fellow collector on the grass, hiking his trousers up a bit as he did so. They were in the Central Springs park about a kilometer away from the memorial hospital which was their destination. "So twins are on the menu for the day." Immediately after he said that, Kazuma hated himself. Gods forbid he was starting to turn like them. "How regretful that this must happen a day before the new year. Well, one is in bed, the other one is mobile around the premises. Suggestions?" He threw up his hands to shrug.