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sevenvirtues2016-01-23 10:40 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvirtues2016-01-23 10:40 pm
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[ The sky is dark, the pitch black of 2am in the countryside. Perhaps it was once a bustling village, but now, it's only rubble and bloodstained pavement. What were once buildings are now smoking craters and collapsed piles of bricks and wood. Pieces of signs can be made out. Library. Clinic. Theater. But they're of no use to anyone anymore.
The only structure left standing is the hotel. Miraculously unscathed and in perfect condition, albeit dusty, it lies in what used to be the center of town. A bonfire pit sits in the street before it, cobbled together with stones and scorched planks from the ruins.
Two sets of feet patter across the ground. The first to reach the bonfire is a short girl with meticulously-kept black hair, made even more diminutive and shadowed by the dark cloak draped around her. The second is almost her exact opposite--large and imposing, her blonde hair swept up into a bun, and dressed in only a hoodie and sweatpants.
She reaches out to the dark-haired girl as she skids to a stop in front of the bonfire. ]
What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? We need to go back!
The only structure left standing is the hotel. Miraculously unscathed and in perfect condition, albeit dusty, it lies in what used to be the center of town. A bonfire pit sits in the street before it, cobbled together with stones and scorched planks from the ruins.
Two sets of feet patter across the ground. The first to reach the bonfire is a short girl with meticulously-kept black hair, made even more diminutive and shadowed by the dark cloak draped around her. The second is almost her exact opposite--large and imposing, her blonde hair swept up into a bun, and dressed in only a hoodie and sweatpants.
She reaches out to the dark-haired girl as she skids to a stop in front of the bonfire. ]
What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? We need to go back!
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Who are you? Why am I tied up? - No, what's happened to me?! Please, I- what's going on?!
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Not to worry, not to worry, you're just helping us out for a little bit. You'll be able to leave soon.
[ The mystery girl shifts a bit, her posture stiffening. ]
It must be willing.
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He tries to struggle with his wings. Not working.]
Help with what? Willing to what?! [Mustering up a little courage:] What did you do to me?!
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I concur, what do you mean willing?
[ The mystery girl, motions as slow and measured as her speaking voice, takes a few steps over. She easily towers over the cloaked girl, her paper-white skin and hair an inhuman contrast next to former's dark clothing.
But most notably of all, she wears a thick blindfold. Any skin above her nose is covered up. ]
If we wanted a struggling one...we could obtain it ourselves. No, rather...give him a reason.
[ The mystery girl bends down, and puts her hand on Ryouta's forehead. For the first time, she addresses him directly. ]
Who...or what...do you fight for? [ A pause ] Answer me...honestly.
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All he can do is try to keep his gaze steady...even though he's not sure if this girl can see him or not.]
Wh...why... [...He can't deny it. Not anymore.] My mom and...H-Hiyoko.
[Hiyoko. Is she safe?]
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There is something distinctively wrong about her. ]
See. It's very simple. You need only...information.
...very well. But that won't do this time, will it? [ The cloaked girl folds her arms uncomfortably, looking away. ]
I am afraid...not. My comrades are...not quite so...forgiving. However, I will...take him off your hands.
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Wait, hold on- what do you mean by that? What are you going to do to me? Please- please, change me back and let me go!
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No fuss...no charge... [ The mystery girl stretches her arms, and leans back to crack her neck--something that shouldn't quite be physically possible.
No one's neck should be able to bend that far back. ]
No mess. [ In another flash of motion, she veers forward--and she's looming over him like a lion defending its dinner. ]
Ryouta Kawara. Your beloved...will live on. However...this is your final act.
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N... No, I...
[He can barely speak. He can barely do anything but tremble and glance at the cloaked girl, begging her with his eyes to help him, save him.
Please. Don't let him die in this strange place, in this strange body.]
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[ The cloaked girl closes her eyes, doing nothing but standing there, waiting. Waiting for what, it's not clear, but she appears more uncomfortable with this spectacle than concerned about her inhuman companion.
The mystery girl places a hand on her chin, and pulls. And pulls. And keeps pulling. Her jaw unhinges, widening and widening until it's large enough to fit several dinner plates inside. What one would assume to be her version of teeth line the interior of her mouth, more akin to razors than dental implements.
Her teeth come down on his head, instantaneously snuffing out both his life and any pain he would have felt from being eaten alive. She wasn't joking when she said she was the merciful one.
Blackness comes once more. ]