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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It's the best I have right now! Can you fight?

No ... !

I -- don't think I can copy any of that.

Huh, maybe we can break the seats and use them.

[ ... let's see if i can kick the back off a chair before Zwei comes down ]

I.

Yes. The seating is very old, but. You should be able to kick the back off of a chair. You do that. Zwei hasn't come around just yet, you have another second of peace. And a piece of that chair.

Edited 2013-08-01 06:51 (UTC)

[ GOING TO TRY TO KICK THE BACK OFF ANOTHER CHAIR TOO, MORE WEAPONS ]

[ AW YEAH

wielding that chairback!!1 ]

The theatre light flickers—then fades out. It's dark now.

Immediately the curtains on the stage pull apart, and bright lights shine on the stage, revealing the familiar cloaked Zwei... and a blindfolded Echo, who is seated on a wooden chair. Her wrists and ankles have been bound to the chair; her body seems stiff, almost rigid. Zwei takes one hand through the bound girl's hair. In her other hand is a knife.

"Here I am~! ★ I thought I'd make it fun by dragging her over. See how nicely she bleeds?"

Zwei grabs her hair and yanks her head back—no response. She then slides the knive over her neck, bringing forth a dark red line that spills blood onto the girl's dress.

[ -- and immediately he's heading for the stage, chair back in hand ]

Don't you fucking dare touch her anymore --!

[ his reaction is pretty much the same -- he rushes to the stage, grip on the chair tightening and not exactly rational right now ]

Let her go!

Zwei laughs. She laughs, and she laughs, and it resounds through the theatre over and over. As she laughs, she simply moves to stand behind the chair-bound girl, placing a hand on her limp shoulder, keeping her bloody knife in plain sight.

"Oh, I would love to see what a couple of teenage boys could do to me with parts of chairs."

She's waiting.

[ goes to try to climb up onto the stage, then, albeit a bit slower than he'd like ]

I said let her go!!

[ also climbing but. Probably having some difficulties ]

As you two climb onto the stage, Zwei quickly jerks a hand over the blindfolded Echo's face and yanks her head back, placing the edge of her knife against her revealed throat again. There is no response from her for this action.

"Come any closer and it's off with her head! I mean it. Do you really want to watch her die? I don't think you handled the other dead girl in that hospital all too well..."

[ -- freezes, hand clutched on the chair back ]

... Get -- away from her. Or are you scared?

[ freezes on the spot as well -- glaring at Zwei and uncertain of what to do. ]

Don't you dare touch her--!

More giggling. She doesn't move from her position.

"Scared? Oh, I'm not scared. But I know you won't hurt me if I have this girl in my grasp."

Her free hand runs along the side of Echo's face... and she digs in a few of her fingernails, giggling as she does.

You are scared if you're hiding behind her ...!

[ fingers gripping the chairback harder, he looks nervously at Kise ]

Why don't we play a game instead? If we win, you let her go. If we lose, you can take one of us.

Oh. You have her interest. The knife is still at Echo's throat, but she pulls her hand away from her face.

"What kind of game are we talking about here?"

[ ... looks at Kise, GOOD QUESTION ]

[ that is an excellent question. Let's bullshit something ]

We can go with a logic game or sports. Your pick.

She just looks between the two of you two, amused.

"Logic, then. Even if neither of you have useful skills. Is that right?"

-- Logic?!

[ HISSED UNDER HIS BREATH AT KISE ]

I--it'll be fine, trust me!

[ talking with his voice low, at Aomine ]

... do you even know any logic games?

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