poly_chromatic | thirty second run → video;

Fuck.

[ Agito swings the device around in his hand, doesn't even pay attention to it. the camera points to his legs, moving fast as he runs across the town. he stops, near the fountain-- and raises it up to stare down into the screen. scratches everywhere, a scowl on his lips, eye narrowed. his hair's a little longer, unkept, and his features, well-- a little more mature. ]

This fucking piece of junk. Who said you could turn on--

[ he throws the device, camera-side down onto the ground, then grinds his heel into it. it's another minute before Agito bothers to pick it up, and stare back into it. ]

.. oi.

[ a deep breath. ]

I'm looking for the beanpole, and crow. First is tall, stupid looking, way too fucking thin, wears the most idiotic of coats with a flame on it's shoulder. Second's got a goddamned bird living in his fucking hair and has the stupidest of faces. It's hard to miss.

( ooc: years that never were curse. some replies will be coming from

shoves for icons. Agito's about 18, without Akito or Lind, people died and things happened. ]

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You remember the last time you went back?

.. not really.

[ ... ]

Ever think about staying here?

Edited (I hate that icon.) 2012-08-13 01:36 (UTC)

Yeah. But this shitty hellhole can't give me what I need.

[ ................ ]

I guess the scars heal too fast around here, huh.

Healers are troublesome, ruining my fucking road.

Maybe if you quit carving it on stuff that bleeds!

I'll carve it into you next.

Wha—

WHAT.

It's been a little while, hasn't it?

Since you've had a taste of my fang. We've got time.

[ he hesitates—a hair too long, a fraction, a breath's worth. still. ]

Shit.

[ but that's a grin crooking at the corners of his mouth. ]

You're years too late if you want to get 'em anywhere near me now.