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Post by setsuna on Sept 30, 2009 20:54:54 GMT -5
The woman's face was gone. Bashed in by a table lamp to the point only chunks of bone and brain matter remained on the beautiful imported carpet, all mixed in a mush of crimson. Setsuna was straddling the woman's torso, panting heavily, her long black hair flowing freely down her back and over her blood-stained face. The screams of the lady had woken the teenage son of nobility, who now stood at the door of the room, staring in horror at the scene before him.
There was a blur. And next thing Setsuna saw was the view from the top of the stair landing. The boy lay at the bottom of the stairs, his head turned the wrong way, limbs bending in ways human limbs should bend, and a pool of red spread underneath him.
Screams of a female and then of an older man filled a void. Blood-curdling screams, interrupted by wet heavy sounds. Setsuna felt the disgusting feeling of dread rush into her veins up her arms and into her chest. It felt like a pressurized injection of tar.
Finally only silence filled the void. But that silence was soon interrupted by a voice. Aya's voice. The voice of her lost sister. It hurts, Setsuna... It hurts so much... and each day it gets worst. Can you make it stop, Setsuna? Can you make it stop?... please?
Setsuna woke with a start, sitting up on her bed. She panted heavily in the darkness of her small room in headquarters. It was roughly the size of a prison cell. She wouldn't know what to do with anything bigger. Setsuna sighed heavily, reaching blindly for a pack of cigarettes on a crate next to her cot. She lit up the cigarette, the flame lighting up the room for a few seconds. She took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke into the darkness, "Aya..." she whispered, rubbing her forehead as a mild headache had began to spread from her temples. Setsuna slipped on her cargo pants, already wearing a black tank top. She pulled the chain to the light of her room, slipping the pack of cigarettes into her pocket along with her lighter. She looked at her wrist watch, noticing it was an ungodly early hour, "of course..." She took her mp3 player, putting in one earphone and turning it on. Some loud angry music began to play. She opened one of the crates in her room, taking out a bottle of sake from it. She growled under her breath, opening the bottle and taking a swig, "If only I could remove my brain..." she muttered, making her way out of her room, bottle in hand, cigarette in the other. She began to walk the facility aimlessly, as she usually did late at night or early in the morning. It was rare for Setsuna to manage to sleep through the night... if she slept at all.
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Post by naoto on Oct 1, 2009 9:06:05 GMT -5
Naoto yawned as he walked down the hall toward the dorms he had been working through most of the day and night and he finally had some time to get some sleep "Why is it that all of those other bastards left me to do all the work i'm they're superior officer yet they think they can just walk out on me and let me do all the work" Naoto muttered ignoring the aching in his limbs and the drowsiness he was experiencing "Who cares atleast now its over" Naoto muttered continuing his mindless walk forward not paying attention to where he was walking
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Post by vierre on Oct 3, 2009 18:35:51 GMT -5
Vierre retrieved a mug and held it up to his eye, looking in to ensure that it was clean. One always had to be especially weary in a shared kitchen area. The signs spouting messages about cleaning up after yourself were common place, but the extent of the cleaning could still be suspect. Vierre narrows his eyes, then nodded. The mug had passed the high standards of his inspection.
“Just a sleepless night, DeMara…no meeting of any sort… No need to feel unloved.”
“Excellent,” stated Vierre as a matter of fact. From a small silver container in another cupboard, he scooped up a small pile of tea leaves interspersed with flecks of roasted rice into a tiny spoon, and deposited them into a mesh container attached to a fine chain. “Do not worry, Shizuka. I never feel unloved. Though perhaps some of you do not share that unfortunate affliction?” he said, commenting on the heavy silence that seemed to smother most of the occupants of the room. Boiling water, streamed into the cup and strained through the mesh container of tea leaves, steam swirling upwards. He put the mug up to his lips, then stopped thinking better of it. Too hot.
"Well, aren't you cheerful this morning, DeMara. Beware - be too cheerful and you indeed might end up being hurt." The Secretary General gestured to the crowd encircling the table. "See? Hate to say, but not your best timings, this morning. Epiphany‘s hardly the word I‘d use for you - call it tactless and you’re closer to the truth."
“Oh, is it morning already? I hadn’t noticed. I was … elsewhere. The relentless passage of time must have left me behind. I will blame the poor timing on that as well then. Tactless though?” He grinned. “Nooo, never. There are plethora of things that could happen though that I would call tactless.”
Vierre looked at Lucien, being helped out by Sakura. The French playboy was the last person he expected to see in such a state.
“You.”
“Who?”
“You seem to be in a somewhat perky mood.”
“Ah, me.”
“Kindly be useful and try to cheer this lot up, will you please? I have a French Playboy to deal with. Come on Darcy.”
Vierre took his first sip of the tea, savouring the aroma of the roasted rice. He looked at the assembled group again and raised an eyebrow. “Ah Command,” he called out after Sakura as she exited with Lucien in tow. “Surely, you don’t mean to task me with the impossible! I am but one man, and sadly miracles are not the work of mortals.” He shrugged, and when she disappeared from sight he lifted his mug in a sort of half-toast.
Vierre reclined against the counter top and pondered the situation. “A tad early for alcohol, no? Or should that be too late for it? Well, no matter. An order from the Commander is an order, no? And if it helps cheers them out, then by all means… It certainly saves me from failing at it, as I’m afraid I have nothing to offer at the moment but a deck of cards.” He paused with a smirk. “Of course I’m of the understanding that alcohol and a deck of cards can be a very volatile combination.”
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Anju Saravati
Black Knights
[M:6241]
Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
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Post by Anju Saravati on Dec 8, 2009 19:34:01 GMT -5
Anju hissed into Aoi's belly and reached out to the blunette's arm, tugging hard. Too much loud talk was hurting her head. Why was everyone coming down here, this time of night? It was stupid o'clock in the morning and everyone should have been, if not happily than obediently, passed out, waiting for a new day to fight the man.It was dumb and annoying and loud and for Shiva's sake, SHUT UP!
She sighed tiredly and pulled Aoi down to fold over her like a blanket. The girl was slight and small, but warm and that was what mattered. Sakura was yonder, tending to a besought Frenchman and she could hate him, hate all of them bitterly for some reason or another, but she was tired and upset and it was too loud and bright. Why was she even still down here for? A party had appeared without her knowledge and suddenly so many were walking in or walking around; she wasn't so out of it that she couldn't hear the patters of footsteps dinging across the metal walkways of the hideout. She'd help rebuild it; every sound was a melody etched into her brain with a soldering iron.
Distantly she registered Sakura asking Yekaterina to take care of her and somewhere a red anger sparked. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. Anju's hands tightened in Aoi's nightdress and her nails dug past the fabric into the girl's legs. She would apologize later when she wasn't so mad, but for now all she wanted to do was break something, make something twist and bend beyond its capabilities and fracture.
This wasn't fair. She was a good woman with a few quirks. Her daughter was dead. Her husband was dead. Her country was being attacked by egotists who didn't deserve the earth they walked on. She was making weapons of destruction for a group of inept fighters led by a non-existant arrogant blowhard who expected to be obeyed because he wore the mask of a man who a century ago had rid the world of a sadistic tyrant, while her surrogate child struggled to keep everyone together despite being too young, too guilt ridden, and too quickly forced to age. This wasn’t fair and something needed to give.
She lifted her head slowly from under the blunette’s torso and watched the redheaded blurs leave, heard the pings of steps fading out of earshot and gripped harder as the blonde blur continued to chortle cheerfully.
“A tad early for alcohol, no? Or should that be too late for it? Well, no matter. An order from the Commander is an order, no?” Anju slowly stood and grabbed the bottle the Russian girl had offered and took a long, deep swig; he didn’t notice.
“And if it helps cheers them out, then by all means… It certainly saves me from failing at it, as I’m afraid I have nothing to offer at the moment but a deck of cards.” Anju took another and turned toward him, walking.
“Of course I’m of the understanding that alcohol and a deck of cards can be a very volatile combination.” She swung the bottle at his head and the glass shattered, liquor splattering.
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Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy
European Union
Internal Cleaning Supporter[M:6109]
The world is full of pain. I want to control how I get hurt.
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Post by Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy on Dec 15, 2009 1:11:02 GMT -5
With his puzzle threatening to crumble resulting in the potentially permanent loss of some of his treasured small puzzle pieces, Lucien mentally pulled all the pieces he could into a pile even though it meant breaking some of the connections that he had already made. He could put the pieces back together later, but he couldn’t risk losing anymore. Lucien had started to put himself back together but several otherwise innocent actions had made it increasingly more difficult. He really needed to get away from everyone for a while and compose himself, but he also needed the comfort that Sakura was providing; the comfort that he wasn’t used to having. Her promise of freedom outside was too good to pass up even if it didn’t come with being away from everyone but the one providing the soothing words and warm embrace.
“Alright Darcy…lets go outside…but first…” Lucien had let Sakura gently push him back, and he had turned his eyes to her as she brushed some hair from his face with an equally gentle touch, but panic filled his eyes at the implication of a condition. Had his trust been misplaced? Had he been a fool to hope that she would willingly give comfort without expecting something in return? Sakura left him at the table, and Lucien’s breath quickened. He tried to think of what she would want as payment, and what he would be willing to give right now for fresh air. In his current state of mind, it wasn’t a hard decision: Lucien would do anything. The redhead took a deep breath, trying to appear some semblance of calm for when Sakura returned with whatever her request was going to be.
When the Black Knights’ Commander in Chief did return, however, she had a tray with two mugs. The smells were familiar, and the mound of white cream on top of one of the mugs confirmed that it was hot chocolate. The panic in Lucien’s eyes slowly faded. She was freely offering comfort. He waited quietly while she addressed the others at the table. What she actually said didn’t process fully with Lucien, and the few words he did hear Lucien tried to ignore. There was mention of alcohol, and Lucien held to the fact that Sakura was taking him away from the kitchen, and Lucien felt more confident that his trust in her promise had not been misplaced. Sakura’s hand on Lucien’s arm turn his attention back to her, and the redhead rose at her gentle tug. Without even a glance back at the rest of the room, Lucien let Sakura lead him outside, head down and shoulders in.
[Exit Lucien with Sakura]
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Post by Touya Sakamoto on Feb 19, 2012 11:07:06 GMT -5
-Thread Finished-
Lucien Darcy: (6156 Words, Normal RP) - 626 EXP, 626 Credits[+10] Sakura Shizuka: (7153 Words, Normal RP) - 726 EXP, 726 Credits [+10] Aoi Akuma: (3184 Words, Normal RP) - 329 EXP, 329 Credits [+10] Anju Saravati: (3643 Words, Normal RP) - 375 EXP, 375 Credits [+10] Yekaterina Tsurugi: (1705 Words, Normal RP) - 181 EXP, 181 Credits [+10] Vierre DeMara: (988 Words, Normal RP) - 109 EXP, 109 Credits [+10] Setsuna Muramasa: (489 Words, Normal RP) - 59 EXP, 59 Credits [+10] Naoto Shirogane: (104 Words, Normal RP) - 11 EXP, 11 Credits [0]
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