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vatheon2013-01-26 09:03 pm
ignisinfernale) wrote in vatheon2013-01-26 09:03 pm
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.oo1 | 'Tis but a flesh wound
Who: Suoh Mikoto and YOU LOT
When: Late in the evening
Where: The plaza
Style: Starting in third, following you
Status: Open LIKE A FLESH WOULD
[ The last thing he remembers is spreading his arms out in a sign of release. It's done and over with. His sword is about to fall. Totsuka had been avenged and he is more than aware of the consequences. Then it's the cold feel of metal going right through him and the scent and warmth of the blue king being the last thing he feels. Then he closes his eyes and feels nothing else. He doesn't hate him for it. He knows it's an act of mercy.
Suoh never thought dying would be like being immersed in water.
He doesn't let these things get to him. He never does. The minute he opens his eyes, he's soaking wet and there's blood seeping into his shirt. When he steps forward, he teeters slightly before he catches himself against the side of a nearby building. Then the pain hits again and his hand moves to where that saber blade went in through him. Already, he knows there's something distinctly wrong. Hell isn't a city underwater. The welcome pamphlet is only glanced at, confirming his suspicions. Somehow, he's escaped it. He's escaped death and it's a little overwhelming. But where to now? His Sword's gone. He saw it disappear.
With that on his mind, Suoh staggers forward. No sense fretting about it now. For now, he has to find the others. ]
When: Late in the evening
Where: The plaza
Style: Starting in third, following you
Status: Open LIKE A FLESH WOULD
[ The last thing he remembers is spreading his arms out in a sign of release. It's done and over with. His sword is about to fall. Totsuka had been avenged and he is more than aware of the consequences. Then it's the cold feel of metal going right through him and the scent and warmth of the blue king being the last thing he feels. Then he closes his eyes and feels nothing else. He doesn't hate him for it. He knows it's an act of mercy.
Suoh never thought dying would be like being immersed in water.
He doesn't let these things get to him. He never does. The minute he opens his eyes, he's soaking wet and there's blood seeping into his shirt. When he steps forward, he teeters slightly before he catches himself against the side of a nearby building. Then the pain hits again and his hand moves to where that saber blade went in through him. Already, he knows there's something distinctly wrong. Hell isn't a city underwater. The welcome pamphlet is only glanced at, confirming his suspicions. Somehow, he's escaped it. He's escaped death and it's a little overwhelming. But where to now? His Sword's gone. He saw it disappear.
With that on his mind, Suoh staggers forward. No sense fretting about it now. For now, he has to find the others. ]
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Any chance of going back?
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