screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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The ground, of course! This whole building is fucked up, son.

An icy finger has pierced through each of your feet, and each finger curls ridiculously tightly around them, securing them tightly to the ground. In fact, more fingers reach up from the ground to keep your feet still.

Zwei's giggles echo through the large room.

"If you want to cut those hands off, you'll have to remove your own feet. Ohhh, but you won't do that, right? ♥"

[he winces because that DOES hurt, but through the wince he doesn't actually look that stressed out. In fact, he's laughing at her]

You're so helplessly, ridiculously stupid.

"Now, now! I'm the one running things here."

Suddenly you're struck hard from the back of the head—no intent to kill, but it might be strong enough to knock you out.

[IF you can hit him... He seems to have dematerialized, teleporting to the center of the room. Nurse echo, you. Suck. At doing your job. He looks dazed, so part of the hit went through, but regains himself

He is also floating. So the blood from his feet is getting ~everywhere~]

This is the last time I'm going to tell you this, you simple fucking idiot: I'm not human.

This earns you a long silence from Zwei; she's plainly disturbed. Bothered? Hm. Her voice is now condescending.

"Do I need to make you an equal to everyone else here...? Have you forgotten that I'm the one in charge of this heart?"

... Don't like being threatened?

[he looks amused-- if he's perturbed by her threat, he doesn't show it.

But he does think it would be funny to throw her into his heart and watch that laugh disappear]

Her laughter is dry.

Suddenly you lose touch with those abilities, as though they slip from your grasp—I don't think floating is very possible now.

[well-- I GUESS HE'S LANDING HARD ON THE GROUND, since you took out his feet. Thanks, Zwei.

But it still proves how threatened you were with his abilities. :')]

She can't control you properly if you have your powers, it's true. :')

But it's okay.

You're floating again, technically speaking.

Because there are strings wrapping around each of your limbs, attempting to dangle you like a puppet.

[what-- the

WELL-- I GUESS HE WILL BE STRUGGLING AGAINST THAT]

Zwei!

The strings only tighten, enough to almost cut circulation if you're not careful there, buddy.

"Hey, without your abilities you're pretty useless!"

She erupts into laughter. Ah, yes, the upperhand. She feels like she has it.

"It's a shame I couldn't have Marta here. I have nothing against the girl, but watching you squirm while I cut her pretty face apart... I would have loved to have seen the expression you made."

[no, see here's where I don't let you know I care about Marta, at all. Not even a bit.]

So? Are you confusing me with Emil?

"Then switch with him."

She sounds amused.

No, I'm good. Especially if it pisses you off.

[he smirks, not beaten yet. Sorry, Zwei.]

"Ah, well... if your hanging like this I can torture you as I please, can't I?"

A sharp, icy finger traces his jawline, hard enough to leave behind a faint trail of blood.

[you know, I'll be okay with cutting circulation if you start doing that. But you're not getting the reaction you'd want, you know. He just stares at you. SO YOU HAD TO DEPOWER HIM TO BEAT HIM IN YOUR OWN HEART

that's

really sad]

narration read that as deflower wow

Zwei doesn't care, Zwei has no cares.

"It's odd. I don't want to kill you as much as I'm sure other parts of this heart would like to. So maybe I should make it quick?"

[you're still really sad, bro.

and i'm sorry about that reading mistake here, that's scary.

He just raises his eyebrows. You're getting the silent treatment now]

Zwei sighs very dramatically.

And suddenly a hand picks up a scalpel and drives it into his shoulder.

[WELL OKAY, YOU WILL GET A YELL OUT OF HIM FOR THAT. THANKS.

Asshole. >(]

"You find it offensive that I'm compared to you, but how do you think I feel?"

It stabs again, in the same place, after asking that question.

Edited 2013-07-31 02:03 (UTC)

[... so what if he just laughs at her]

You had to take my skills so you could do this? Seriously?

She chuckles.

"How else would I make you stop?"

An icy hand grabs his face and sinks its nails in, hard.

[sjkddfhsdjhfsdf you are getting the darkest glare, and the silent treatment. AGAIN]

Several gunshots resound through the room.

"That's enough."

The voice doesn't belong to Zwei—it belongs to that nurse.

And just like that, the hands and strings are gone, and you are free to fall to the ground—or test your skills, now that you have those back again.

Edited 2013-07-31 04:03 (UTC)

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