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.

(please join #echolife! ♪)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I wanted to leave the mark of my first kill. You will be my next."

She stands at the top of the small staircase. Despite her words, she isn't moving from that spot.

[...raising his sword again]

Who are you?

"I am the part of Hail that she deserves. I respect you, but you are still an obstacle, Selenia."

That doesn't answer my question.

Who are you? What part does Hail deserve?

"I am the better part of Hail. I am the part she deserves, and what she deserves is suffering."

Why? What has she done to deserve suffering?

Edited 2013-08-04 03:38 (UTC)

"What hasn't she done? She has had her foolish hopes. She has looked to the future, when that is too much for a doll like her. In other words, she has overestimated her worth a few times too many."

...No. You have underestimated her worth.

She hasn't merely looked to the future with vain hopes and ideals. She has taken action to try and guarantee that future. With her own two hands, she has already improved our present world. She allowed the impossible to become possible.

Hail is not worthless, and don't you dare insult her by saying so again.

It's quiet. She's apprehensive.

Then she swishes a knife from her sleeve and charges the small distance, hoping to stab you in the side.

[brings his sword in front of him and tries to jump to the other side to avoid the strike...but that likely brings him up against the wall of the gazebo]

She twists herself around, thrusting the knife towards your throat this time—after all, your head is a bit out of reach...

[quickly attempts to dive out of the way, breathlessly wording off the words of a song...]

She tries to attack again, this time aimlessly stabbing at whatever she can reach. She's losing her patience, but her behavior might be giving you the upperhand here.

Edited 2013-08-04 20:13 (UTC)

[--taking this chance to aim a solid kick to her chest]

The cloaked figure takes that hit and is sent backwards, onto the ground. Her hood slides off, too, revealing angry, teary eyes, glaring at you. Those eyes belong to Hail more than Zwei.

[quickly moves to point his blade at her chest looking down at her]

...Why are you doing this? Why have you decided that this was necessary?

She is practically seething.

"Because this is what she deserves. The heart does not meet my expectations, so I am fixing it myself. That is... killing anyone and anything who does not belong."

Your expectations? Are you that selfish that you'd cut everything down to make it suit your expectations?

This heart was working towards improvement with its own two hands. Hail was working to improve this heart and the world with her own two hands. And you're here attempting to throw away all that work because you feel she doesn't deserve it?

"You shut up! You gave her foolish ideals! How could you!"

...She inspired me towards those ideals in the first place. If not for her, I wouldn't be standing before you now like this.

She falls quiet.

You can only hear her labored breathing.

She's still glaring, waiting for something.

...What is it?

"This was a mistake, this was a mistake..."

[glancing around]

...You mean what she's done here...Or what you've done?

"What she's done. Because... You.."

She's trying to get up again, even with that sword pointed at her. Fuck sharp things, man.

♥ v2

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside