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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[I feel cheated. Not even some blood?]

[Well, continuing through whatever path we cut.]

[ I'm gonna be honest I prefer it bloodless then I can pretend none of this is happening still ]

[ PRESSING ONWARDS TOWARDS THE STAIRS ]

Up the stairs you go, where you end up, nobody knows.

Just kidding.

It leads you to a hall. The walls are covered with thick, red drapery. It's bright enough here that you can see the end of this hall, which isn't very long, but there isn't a door in sight. Just the draperies. And no sound from Zwei either.

...

[ it's probably more efficient here to cut down drapery instead of pushing it aside. Doing that with the closest! ]

[Yes let's check behind the curtains.]

Suddenly you hear Zwei's giddy voice. It doesn't come from a distinct location.

"You two really wiped the crowd out...! How cruel! So very, very cruel!"

First curtain: no Zwei.

"Familiar faces... do they do nothing but fuel your anger, your violence?"

Second curtain: still no Zwei.

"Is that how you get your sick kicks?"

There are quite a many curtains, and still no Zwei, but her voice continues.

"Haha, I could go on like that... but why don't we talk for a second?"

It's not until there's one last curtain left, and behind that one is a particular scene.

Of course, this is the balcony area of the audience—you have Zwei standing on the ledge of the rail, looking quite sure and comfortable of herself. A twisted grin is plastered on her face.

"Hmm?"

[ Just points his sword at her instead. No talking, but not attacking yet— cautiously approaching to see if she'll attack. ]

[Just steps a bit to the side, to whichever direction is not where Naoto would be swinging.]

She doesn't move to attack. She's simply standing on the ledge of the balcony rail, calmly. Well, relatively calmly, that grin on her face isn't going anywhere.

"Put that down. Let's reason this like proper adults should."

[Still edging closer, one eye on her, but keeping aware of the surroundings...]

[ ... steps forward and lunges, sword coming down very quickly— faster than he was moving before. ]

She leaps backwards off the balcony. Your sword catches the front of her cloak, and tears it. She's shouting upwards as she falls, very amused.

"Hahaha! What happened to you?!"

[Vaulting over the balcony after her.]

[ Thank god for liquid stepford, or the idea of jumping off a high place would be totally debilitating right now. Following! ]

She does a flip and lands on her hands, vaulting up and over into another flip. What a freaky acrobat. There isn't enough time for her to draw her knives in this instant of overusing her hands like this, but she's darting towards the stage, calling back at them.

"Soooo uncooperative! Such ruuuuude guests!!"

[Lands without much grace honestly, but without injuring himself either. He spares a glance to make sure Naoto lands alright but he's vaulting over the chairs to follow Zwei an instant later.]

[And he's fast.]

[ What is judging distances though. Naoto lands without injury, but barely, and takes a precious few moments to regain his balance before following. ... Trying to clear the chairs would require way more coordination than he can manage with one eye, though, so he also has to take a different route to follow... he's following, but also falling behind, sorry about your tank problems Sion!! ]

To the stage she goes, and running in your direction from the stage are more of your friends from Aather. They're creating a crowd, a senseless, confusing crowd, and they're trying to attack you as Zwei tries her hardest to escape behind the stage.

[Sion is pretty sure Naoto can handle these. He kicks one in the chest and uses it as a stepping stone to launch over the rest and follow.]

[ Sion has judged wisely. Naoto might not be as fast as Sion, but he's way better at crowd-clearing, and while it's certainly slowing him down he's mowing through them like a scythe through grass as he goes. ]

Zwei isn't even looking behind her. This was poorly planned, they aren't even having feelings, this isn't good.

She darts backstage, and deliberately pivots on her foot to turn and face whoever dares to approach her first. This time her knives are out.

[I'm sorry you are encountering the "sociopath" part of "homosexual sociopaths the series"]

[Sion's the first on the scene and he's had a knife tied in his hand since before they entered, he's not even hesitating when she turns. He dodges right and lunges forward, intent on stabbing her in the throat.]

[ Naoto is still a ways behind, clearing out the rest of the crowd, but he's making his way there steadily! ]

She cries out, and in a futile attempt she throws her feet out from underneath of her to duck that lunge.

But in turn she falls onto her back. Not as planned...

"Dammit, stop!!"

[Kicks at her hand, trying to stomp on her wrist before she can use the knife there and slams down with his own, just under her ribs.]

[Di[e]ce aren't the best at conversation while murdering.]

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