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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[ ... ]

Fine. 'Course -- we're gonna win.

... But if we win, then you'll give that knife to us. If you're upping the stakes, then we need something else as well.

She considers it for a long moment, studying you two carefully.

"Fine. I'll consider that fair enough!"

Good.

[ ... looks at Zwei, then Kise ]

Ready ... ?

[ nodding ]

If we throw at the same time, she might not be able to dodge them both

-- Oh! Then should we have a countdown or something ... ?

[ nodding, and looking at him ]

One.

Two ... three!

[ THROWS THE BALL AT ZWEI AS HARD AS HE CAN ]

[ and at the same time he also throws it -- on the opposite direction of Aomine's. THERE'S DEFINITELY A LOT OF FORCE IN IT THO ]

SOMEONE WAS NOT PREPARED.

That someone being Zwei.

The force from both balls sends her flying back, off of her feet—the girl's pretty lightweight. She almost grabs the chair and knocks it over in the process, but, thankfully, the chair remains upright, with Echo still blindfolded and bound to it.

However, that knife remains clutched tightly in Zwei's grasp. It's a desperate grasp, even if she's not getting up just yet.

"Dammit! What—!!"

[ -- LAUGHS, already heading for her ]

[ he on the other hand is heading for the chair's echo is tied up in -- already trying to free her ]

Snap the knife out of her hand first, Aominecchi!

Echo is stiff and rigid... that skin isn't soft. Her elbows, her fingers—they have weirdly gapped joints. She isn't made of flesh at all.

She is just an elaborate puppet.

Zwei, on the other hand, points her knife at you, Aomine. She braces her other hand on the ground, chuckling madly, her voice delirious.

"I wasn't ready! You... you can't just do that!!"

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Oi, we won fair and square!

[ he stops though, backtracking quickly to get his chairback ]

Now drop the knife before we make you.

[ well, once it's obvious Echo is a puppet, he actually kicks the chair its bound to Zwei ]

You're the one who's a dirty cheater!

Edited 2013-08-02 03:28 (UTC)

She ungracefully takes the kicked chair to the face—just as she was scrambling to stand up, too. She's preoccupied with throwing her free hand over her face now, still settled on the ground.

"Tch...!! No!"

But the knife is still pointed. Her grip is a little shakey though.

"I guess this makes it fair, huh. But... You don't think I have a few more tricks up my sleeve? You think this is how it will end?!"

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[ he grabs the chairback aaand heads back for her, raising it ]

We're gonna end it right here.

[ and he should join aomine in this -- grab the chairback he got earlier and start smashing it on her head, for everything really, but mostly for what he doesn't know but can guess she did to Hail.

And yet as Aomine raises his own makeshift weapon, Kise just ... stands there, before taking a step back ]

Zwei watches the two of you nervously, anxiously... but then she starts laughing. Even as she's on the ground, with a teenager holding a chair at the ready, she can only laugh. This laugh is almost condescending, in a way.

"...hehe, go ahead! Kill me. Kill me if you really think you can! But I don't think your friend over there can handle the idea of getting a little blood on his hands. Nothing like a little murder, right? Hurting someone with this face... Believe it or not, I look just like Echo... especially if I died. Is that the face you want to see on my corpse when I'm dead?"

[ ... he pauses, chair back still held like he's ready to swing, sudden uncertainty -- past the anger and spite and fear and adrenaline -- flickering across his face ]

-- Shut -- the fuck up. You're not ... her, even if you got her face, you're a goddamn murderer.

[ and he swings -- but not aiming for her head, aiming for the hand with the knife instead ]

S--shut up! You're not Hailchan!

[ and yet even despite yelling that he stays absolutely frozen in place, unable to move at all ]

Zwei bites back a pained sound when your chair back strikes her hand. The knife slides off to the side, out of her range. She laughs again, moving her hand to cradle it closer to her.

"But I am her! Where do you think that girl came from?! Thin air?! No! I am responsible for her, and if I didn't exist, neither would she. So, as much as it just pains me to say it, she is as much me as I am as much she...!"

[ and he drops the chairback -- trying to get down on his knees to straddle her, reach out to grab the knife past her grip

and punch her in the face with his other hand because he really wants her to stop talking. ]

[ god this is such an awful scene. He feels himself sweating cold, and he can feel his heartbeat and all of a sudden he feels nauseous and he's in pain and the bunrs from earlier just seem to sting that much more and --

he doesn't want to be here, witnessing his boyfriend killing a girl who looks just like his girlfriend.

And he's trembling, but regardless he still takes a tentative step closer, observing the situation just in case -- just in case Aomine needs help. ]

Take -- care of it fast.

Zwei bursts into delirious laughter, even with that punch, even if she's currently in a position with little else to do.

"I dare you."

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