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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[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.

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[... 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.

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[no, i'm just. going to collapse here-- and be vaguely angry while I bleed out everywhere. THANKS ZWEI]

Nurse Echo huffs and looks off to the side, sliding the gun across her desk.

"Be grateful. I almost never interfere with her doings. But you said something, and I wanted to hear more about it."

[give him a minute... he is hurt pretty badly-- and is more concerned about pulling out a gel than in answering or acknowledging her question]

She's already grabbing a couple syringes and approaching him. But she doesn't bother him. She just kneels by him.

"I should place you in a bed. But I feel like the floor may suit you fine. For now. How are you? Speak."

... You're terrible at your job if you just let her come in here and mess everything up like that.

[he's kind of numb now, please heal him. wait. what is this syringe.]

"I cannot stop her in time. She has more control over this heart than me. I am just the nurse. She is Zwei's True Heart."

She injects you the one syringe, which begins to slowly soothe the pain. You could say it heals you—just a bit, enough to make the pain and wounds tolerable and manageable. But either way, she brings over some bandages and disinfectant, too, just in case. The other syringe is still by her side, too.

I don't care whose true heart she is.

[but-- he is relaxing as the healing takes place. Still not quite confident to stand up just yet.]

I'd like to see her last in my heart, tch...

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