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poly_chromatic2013-01-04 07:42 am
brothertragedy) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-04 07:42 am
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[#005 (action)]
[Nobori is walking in the darkness, unnoticable in his black coat, except when he's caught by the splashes of red that dimly illuminate the Underground.
He's walking at a steady pace at first, stopping twice before resuming. The third time he stops, after hearing the footsteps trail after his for a moment longer before they quiet, he knifes into the black in a run, grinning darkly in pursuit of his own pursuer.
Nobori leads him on for a while before abruptly turning back and cornering him, a red-white sphere in hand. The red lights reveals his tail: his mirror image, wearing the same grin that he stole from Nobori's face, otherwise differing only in the putrefied, peeling flesh and his attire: light where Nobori's uniform was dark...
The air smelled thickly of rotting flesh and despair.]
It's your fault.
[Unsummoned, Chandela appears on its own, in a flash of white light, cutting in between them just as the ghoul reaches out with gloved hands peeling like onions (the glove exposing skin and skin exposing bone) to ring around his stunned copy-in-black's neck.] Your fault!
Shashande, shaaandela-shan...[{Nobori-sama, that's not your brother} is likely what it's trying to convey, not even half-convinced by the ghoul, having seen this trick before, but its trainer is more easily deceived.]
He's walking at a steady pace at first, stopping twice before resuming. The third time he stops, after hearing the footsteps trail after his for a moment longer before they quiet, he knifes into the black in a run, grinning darkly in pursuit of his own pursuer.
Nobori leads him on for a while before abruptly turning back and cornering him, a red-white sphere in hand. The red lights reveals his tail: his mirror image, wearing the same grin that he stole from Nobori's face, otherwise differing only in the putrefied, peeling flesh and his attire: light where Nobori's uniform was dark...
The air smelled thickly of rotting flesh and despair.]
It's your fault.
[Unsummoned, Chandela appears on its own, in a flash of white light, cutting in between them just as the ghoul reaches out with gloved hands peeling like onions (the glove exposing skin and skin exposing bone) to ring around his stunned copy-in-black's neck.] Your fault!
Shashande, shaaandela-shan...[{Nobori-sama, that's not your brother} is likely what it's trying to convey, not even half-convinced by the ghoul, having seen this trick before, but its trainer is more easily deceived.]
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What? It seemed like fun.]
Hi~
[He waves but doesn't come down.]
That looks messy.
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The voice distracts him, but he doesn't look up until he's a good distance away from the only-slightly-slower ghoul.] Your assistance! [He's talking to Chandela, but looking at Nathan, trying to gauge whether or not he'll be an immediate threat.
Throwing away the hat, the ghoul dashes over to him, catching him by the end of his coat, still grinning.]
Is needed!
[(Nobori, the formality of your speech is costing you time.)
The man waving is unfamiliar to him and does not seem to be a threat just yet, so Nobori kicks away the ghoul's bony hand.]
Demon Fire, make a barrier!
[Chandela, who was momentarily preoccupied with shooting glares at Nathan (focus, please), quickly abandons its huffing to assist, weaving a ring of blue-purple flames to surround Nobori, which seems to keep the ghoul at bay, at least for the moment, allowing him to give more attention to the surveyor.]
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Ah the priorities of one who cannot die or be injured for long.]
My assistance? I don't really like fighting. That's something others should do.
[He shrugs and lounges back on one hand.]
I wonder if fire will hold your little friend for long though.
[He really is curious.]
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Shaanshaan...
[Nobori stares through the flickering, spinning flames, steeling himself as he stares at the ghoul's still grinning face.]
He's not my friend.
[He says it with too much urgency and desperation, betraying that he still had an inkling of doubt in whether or not Kudari stood before him. Seems like that's as long as it'll hold the ghoul off, as he's now rushing towards Nobori, making some strange, rattling sound between a groan and a laugh.]
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A brother perhaps? He does look like you. I wonder if siblings will always fight at some point.
[He's really seen a lot of that in his lifetime. It comes from following Diva, after all. Ah well. It does provide one hell of a show.]
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My brother. We're twins. [His quiet, deep voice hitches in his throat when he speaks. Chandela makes an indignant sound at Nathan's words for the way they shake her master's already unsteady resolve.]
[The ghoul realizes a little too late that it's caught on fire, when it forces its way through the flames to grab Nobori by the tie, right from under Nathan's arms, to pull it like a makeshift noose. It stops only when it realizes it seems to have lost more rancid skin, slipping off its skeletal arms, and scorching its clothes. When it's this close and no longer grinning madly, the resemblance is clear.]
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[Nathan doesn't seem bothered by the thing at all. More so since it doesn't appear to be interested in him. Letting out a sigh, he watches as the skin and clothes just sort of fall off.
At least he doesn't have to clean up that mess.]
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Chandela, feed.
[He does not watch when Chandela floats closer to the ghoul, its flames crackling like a fire consuming wood. It doesn't touch its opponent, but the effect is immediately obvious. The ghoul reaches up to clutch at its throat, looking more pained by it than the flames and rotting flesh put together, the flames marching up its arms and searing away at its neck.] I-it hurts...! Nobori-niisan, it hurts!
[He brings his hat's rim down, still pointedly averting his eyes.]
Isn't it enough that I'm like this because of you?! It hurts!
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[Nathan sighs and seems to vanish before reappearing with Nobori's hat on his head. Don't ask how he got it. This is the master of all pick-pockets.]
It's a shame really. I was hoping for more.
[1/2]
When he appears again, Nobori has to look his way. He's very confused by how he's pulling off this disappearing-and-reappearing act, but the situation calls for him to maintain composure.]
...?
[The hat distracts him.]
[2/2]
[Nobori turns his attention back and is taken by surprise when the ghoul, now rid of his skin and retaining only bones and some exposed flesh, tears much faster than he did back towards Nobori, hooking exposed, bony fingers into his arm before he has any time to react—]
Got'cha!
Psychic!
[The ghoul is only prevented from doing further damage when a blue glow surrounds it, restricting its movements.]
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[Slipping away, Nathan watches what happens without interfering. It's really not his place and he could always just watch. Maybe something interesting will happen.]
[1/2]
Only a skin-deep resemblance. Pity, even that skin is gone now. [In truth, he's grateful for it. He's much more capable of dealing with this ghoul when it no longer looked at him with his brother's face nor spoke with his brother's voice.]
[2/2]
[He brings down that hand to open the coat and tear away at the shirt, exposing the rib cage.
The ghoul can offer no resistance, as Nobori adjusts its hand, the one he's been holding since he pried it out of his arm, now splaying out the bloodcoated fingers and posing them like a doll's.]
Chandela, would you please force this hand through its chest? Ideally between the third, fourth, and fifth ribs. [All calmly spoken, in the same polite fashion, still wearing that grin.]
Shan-shan...!
[Chandela's eyes and the hand glowed, forcing the ghoul to pierce its own heart, Nobori watching while looking perfectly unaffected.]
I'm afraid this is the last stop for you.