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♥ 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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[OOF, thrown back!

And while there's a hiss because that hurt there is definitely no screaming. :E]

Fuck off, Zwei.

"Ahhh, let's see... first I cut Oz's ear, but didn't I do that to you last time?! Then I tried to drown him... but I don't see water! And there's really no point gouging your eye if you can't even see. Hmmm! I'll have to get creative."

—I mean, suddenly an icy finger is thrusted into your chest.

Edited 2013-07-30 21:40 (UTC)

[holy shit.]

[btw green is totally a creative color if you're gonna be the notebook zwei.]

[but holy shit, he gasps when the finger goes into his chest, but it gets cut off pretty quick because um. also he's still refusing to scream or do anything more than a whimper and WHO CARES IF THIS IS MOST LIKELY GOING TO END IN DEATH (not him).]

Red is the most creative color, even if it's not the color of your blood.

"You're not human. If I were to cut you apart, what kind of organs would I find, hm?"

[well sorry i'm not karkat or aradia, geez.]

It is none of your business, Zwei. Besides— if you want to kill me like that, then I have—news for you. I am already dead, so you are only going to—kill a dead person.

"Huh... right. Boring. Well, I want to see anyway."

The finger, still jabbed into your chest, moves downwards, slowly and painfully tearing at your skin and flesh.

[bites down hard on his lip, no he's not going to scream he's not going to scream he's not going to scream oh god but this hurts

is there anything that he can grab at or is he stuck with a finger he can't stop or something because he is gonna try to get the hell out of this situation if he can]

There's the wrist of the hand! The hand is like it's own floating thing. You can grab at that, but the hand is ice cold and sharp, just like before.

[GRABS AT IT, he doesn't care about how cold and sharp it is, but he's going to yank it away really hard

or he'll attempt to, at least.]

Zwei chuckles, and then she laughs.

The hand pulls away, and one of Janta's limbs materialize in its bloody hand.

"Hahaha! How about a trade?"

[panting heavily from the pain, but—]

What... kind of trade...?

"How about an arm for an arm?! ♥"

[laughs, harshly and painfully and he stops pretty fast because pain. '-']

No. Just give it to me. Or, I will find a way to kill you, and then Hail can finally have her body to herself.

"How cruel! I deserve this body more than her. I'd say I deserve your body, but it's too weak to get any use out of it..."

That's—what you think. To both of those things. And, you are completely wrong.

[DOUBLEFLIPPING OFF THE AIR :|]

Edited 2013-07-31 00:02 (UTC)

"Aaah. Boring! So boring, you're really boring, Tavros! Really, everyone here is boring..."

Welp.

The hands take your arm and abruptly snap it into two.

[OH GOD, there's a yelp and then a quiet whine of pain even as he bites down on his lips again to keep from screaming.]

F—fuck you. I'm not here to be—be your entertainment, or anything like that.

There's a laugh before something soft and made of cloth lands on your face. And after that, it's quiet.

[reaching up to feel it :x and he's still breathing really hard and his voice is really shaky]

J-Janta. Is that your limb?

Janta's voice is weak.

"Y... yes! It is!"

[huffs, setting the limb to his side, then, before grabbing for the wood that's still stuck in his foot and yanking—before casting a couple of cures to at least heal it over enough to where it won't be much of an issue (as in: bleeding out everywhere). And then digging out his first aid kit and feeling around for bandages to take care of that, too.

TALKING AS HE WORKS ON FIXING THINGS UP A LITTLE though it's hard because he has a broken arm]

Okay. Good. We—need to get back to where we were. Could you make sure that I get there?

Janta watches nervously.

"The... the place that looks like the trauma center now?"

[fffrowns]

The ballroom. Unless, there is a way that I can go to where ballroom Hail was killed, that does not involve going through there. Is there a way like that, at all?

"...the ballroom is the trauma center now, a-apparently. But I can lead you there, yes."

... Thank you.

[... I guess this is gonna be an awkward crawl back to the ballroom because pain and only having one arm fuck you Zwei]

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