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vatheon2012-09-23 07:25 am
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2012-09-23 07:25 am
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17th Combo
Who: Lloyd Irving and Kratos Aurion, possibly Dhaos and others later on?
Where: Some back alley in Vatheon
When: Afternoon of the 23rd
Style: [action]
Status: Closed
[He couldn't move. He couldn't move and he didn't know whether to be glad for that or struggle against it hysterically. His wrists and neck hurt from where he'd been chained, the broken, raw skin evidence of how he'd fought against... against...
Needles and the pain of something slicing into his skin, a smile as someone leaned over him. The memories were broken, disjointed pieces that didn't want to fit-
Only they did. Lloyd's breath caught in his throat as he remembered.
Kvar.
His Exsphere.
A knife slicing into his hand, trying to pry the metal plate of the Key Crest away.
Share your mother's fate.
Pain and terror and he could feel himself changing and the drugs were wearing off. Oh goddess, he could move his hand - muscles under bulging grey-green skin straining to make his hand lash out - and there weren't any chains anymore. He was free. He was free and he could get up and-
No!
Panic shot through his system as he struggled to stay where he was, his breath coming so fast now he was almost gasping. He couldn't get up, he couldn't let himself, not when he could feel what was happening inside his own skin. He reached for his mana desperately, nearly sobbing when it slipped out of control. He tried again and again - he coudln't afford to fail! Not when failure meant becoming a monster that would-!
Across the city, anyone searching for his mana would feel it spike, skyrocketing from a sluggish almost-nothing to alarming levels he should have only been capable of in the most dire of situations. With a terrified sob, the boy lurched to his feet. He never noticed the card that fell off his chest, even when it snagged for a moment in the tattered remains of his shirt. Still driven by panic, Lloyd stumbled forward a step. He had to get away. He had to go somewhere safe! Somewhere he wouldn't endanger anyone!
The dripping blood from his torn, abused hand left a trail in his wake. There were other cuts and scrapes all over his upper body, but his hand bore the worst of the damage. He didn't seem to notice that either, though. He lurched forward again, and in his desperation to get away, escape, stop himself before that smile, Kvar!, his mana dipped, then spiked even higher.]
Where: Some back alley in Vatheon
When: Afternoon of the 23rd
Style: [action]
Status: Closed
[He couldn't move. He couldn't move and he didn't know whether to be glad for that or struggle against it hysterically. His wrists and neck hurt from where he'd been chained, the broken, raw skin evidence of how he'd fought against... against...
Needles and the pain of something slicing into his skin, a smile as someone leaned over him. The memories were broken, disjointed pieces that didn't want to fit-
Only they did. Lloyd's breath caught in his throat as he remembered.
Kvar.
His Exsphere.
A knife slicing into his hand, trying to pry the metal plate of the Key Crest away.
Share your mother's fate.
Pain and terror and he could feel himself changing and the drugs were wearing off. Oh goddess, he could move his hand - muscles under bulging grey-green skin straining to make his hand lash out - and there weren't any chains anymore. He was free. He was free and he could get up and-
No!
Panic shot through his system as he struggled to stay where he was, his breath coming so fast now he was almost gasping. He couldn't get up, he couldn't let himself, not when he could feel what was happening inside his own skin. He reached for his mana desperately, nearly sobbing when it slipped out of control. He tried again and again - he coudln't afford to fail! Not when failure meant becoming a monster that would-!
Across the city, anyone searching for his mana would feel it spike, skyrocketing from a sluggish almost-nothing to alarming levels he should have only been capable of in the most dire of situations. With a terrified sob, the boy lurched to his feet. He never noticed the card that fell off his chest, even when it snagged for a moment in the tattered remains of his shirt. Still driven by panic, Lloyd stumbled forward a step. He had to get away. He had to go somewhere safe! Somewhere he wouldn't endanger anyone!
The dripping blood from his torn, abused hand left a trail in his wake. There were other cuts and scrapes all over his upper body, but his hand bore the worst of the damage. He didn't seem to notice that either, though. He lurched forward again, and in his desperation to get away, escape, stop himself before that smile, Kvar!, his mana dipped, then spiked even higher.]