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septenary_soul) wrote2013-04-29 02:46 am
septenary_soul) wrote2013-04-29 02:46 am
Step sideways a moment...
Who: 7 & Soubi
When: Never this is technically AU Nightmare plot stuff! GO AU FUN TIMES!
What: A nightmare is but a dream, a subconscious moment of terrifying clarity and inescapable dread. But like any other moment in life it does not have to be faced alone and we will ever reach for those we know, even when dreaming.
She drew a shaking, dust coated hand across her lips and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her lungs were burning even though she'd had the foresight to tie a rag about her mouth to filter the poisonous air. She hadn't seen any civilians in a while, no more people trying to flee.
Depressingly that meant they were dead or that she had come too far into taken land to be of any help. Still, if there was no one to aid she take a moment, the briefest moment, to rest. Her arms were shaking as she leaned her weapon against her shoulder; a lucky find that, a length of pipe twisted in a sharp, pierce jag at the end. She supposed one of the great walkers had stepped on it, rendering it from street sign into weapon.
She supposed she should be grateful.
Above and past her she could hear the clanking step of yet another walker, and another beyond, the mobile tanks were endless it seemed. Factory lines bred far more quickly than man after all, and machines required less time to mature.
Humanity was losing. She knew that, and yet here she was, eking out just a moment longer. Another breath. Another thought. She'd laugh if she wasn't so tired. Instead she stared at her arms (weak, limited things) until they stopped trembling and resettled her grip on her spear. She could cut through the building across the way, come out behind a machine perhaps and find a way to upset the treads...
...yes, a weak plan, but as good as any to be had right now. Cutting through the blasted building it was!
When: Never this is technically AU Nightmare plot stuff! GO AU FUN TIMES!
What: A nightmare is but a dream, a subconscious moment of terrifying clarity and inescapable dread. But like any other moment in life it does not have to be faced alone and we will ever reach for those we know, even when dreaming.
She drew a shaking, dust coated hand across her lips and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her lungs were burning even though she'd had the foresight to tie a rag about her mouth to filter the poisonous air. She hadn't seen any civilians in a while, no more people trying to flee.
Depressingly that meant they were dead or that she had come too far into taken land to be of any help. Still, if there was no one to aid she take a moment, the briefest moment, to rest. Her arms were shaking as she leaned her weapon against her shoulder; a lucky find that, a length of pipe twisted in a sharp, pierce jag at the end. She supposed one of the great walkers had stepped on it, rendering it from street sign into weapon.
She supposed she should be grateful.
Above and past her she could hear the clanking step of yet another walker, and another beyond, the mobile tanks were endless it seemed. Factory lines bred far more quickly than man after all, and machines required less time to mature.
Humanity was losing. She knew that, and yet here she was, eking out just a moment longer. Another breath. Another thought. She'd laugh if she wasn't so tired. Instead she stared at her arms (weak, limited things) until they stopped trembling and resettled her grip on her spear. She could cut through the building across the way, come out behind a machine perhaps and find a way to upset the treads...
...yes, a weak plan, but as good as any to be had right now. Cutting through the blasted building it was!
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In the center of the silence is Soubi, years younger, with cat ears and a tail, face blank of emotion.
"You like pain, Soubi. You enjoy this."
"...I do."
The speaker is a dark-haired teen with his own ears and tail, a sweet smile on his lips, and a knife in his hand. He is carving lines into Soubi's throat, wounds which come dangerously close to arteries and veins. Blood is staining Soubi's white shirt red, but he still makes no move to stop it, no response except for his cat-ears flattening against his hair.
Still, even that small response is enough for the third party, a grey-haired older man in glasses, to speak, closing his hands over Soubi's wrists.
"Remember, pain is a teacher. Don't be afraid of it."
"Yes, Ritsu-sensei."
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Terribly peaceful.
She could feel her knuckles creak as her hand tightened on her makeshift spear, eyes narrowing in sheer, untempered anger. "Not this kind of pain," she added, the newcomer to a horrible tableau. "You are insane." Something niggled at her...
...some sense of recognition, somehow? Perhaps she'd seen at least one of these people before? It didn't matter for the moment though. "Put the knife down and step away." Yes, she was a pale, thin, bald little woman but she was harsher than steel when needs must be.
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"You're getting mistreated with an audience. Aren't you glad?"
"I'm glad," Soubi echoes dully, a parody of acquiescence.
A baby's cry echoes through the silent space, and for a few brief seconds Soubi looks bewildered and lost, straining against Ritsu toward the cradle. Soubi stills as Ritsu tuts him, readjusting his grip on Soubi's arms to hold them tighter behind his back.
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What sort of madness could take a man that made this seem alright?
Then there was the child's cry; a sobbing, echoing sound that bled from the world around them yet never grew to a lusty, healthy wail. Somehow that made it infinitely worse. A young thing, trapped in this dangerous place, just so cruel men could play their games?!
"No."
There was an explosion outside; shells were dropping now, close enough that the rafters were shaking and dust was filtering through the golden, honeyed light. Was it any wonder they were losing?
Sights like this...made her almost glad they were.
She dropped her head, almost as if giving in, but it was to shield her eyes as she simply exploded forward. No telegraphed movements, no warning, stillness then sudden, violent motion forward toward the child with the knife, her feet pounding in a steady, matching rhythm to the deadly rain outside that was drawing closer...
...closer...
...closer yet.
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"Soubi, protect me!"
Soubi raised a hand, Ritsu standing behind him with a calm, pleased smile - which faltered when no spellwork showed, a scowl deepening on the older man's face.
"Soubi, remember your lessons."
"I'm sorry-" Soubi's eyes were wide and desperate, baffled as to why he couldn't call up his spells. A close explosion had him raising his eyes to the sky, emotion leaking through the blank mask as he stared, the quiet of his white space breaking with dust and noise as he paid attention to their surroundings.
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7 hissed in anger as that slashing knife drew a bleeding line along her leg, but pain, oh pain was never a reason to stop. Her booted foot lashed out, not to kick the downed child but to stomp, harshly, upon the boy's throat. Best to neutralize threats before they got another stab in, or that was her reasoning anyway, and it was still a kinder fate than leaving him for the machines.
As ugly and twisted as humans could be, well, she'd leave none to the mercy of metal if possible.
It wasn't in her to stop there though; to lose her momentum would be to land them in a hostage situation. One twisted human with a grip on the other? No. Her next move was to drop and sweep her leg out, slamming into Soubi's harshly.
With luck that would drop the man low enough to avoid the spear tip darting upward for the other man's throat.