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towerofanimus2012-07-19 12:35 pm
fifth_kazekage) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-19 12:35 pm
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Characters: Gaara (fifth_kazekage), random monsters, and anyone else that comes up.
Setting: Floor Thirty
Time: Night
Format: Prose/Action
Summary: While going monster-hunting, things get a little out of hand after Gaara falls into a trap.
Warnings: Violence, blood, insanity. (Will add more if needed.)
Since his arrival, Gaara had spent most of his time exploring the tower. As soon as he discovered the garden on the twenty-ninth floor, he ground up the earth and added more sand to fortify his gourd. It had been reduced in size to fit inside the trunk, he deducted logically. He knew monsters frequented the floors at night, and the higher the floor, the greater the danger. He had encountered a few different types, none of them posing a significant threat for him. But now, he was willingly stepping into their lair, seeking an outlet for the stress that continuously plagued his mind ever since he learned the truth about his existence.
On one of the floors, a haunting whisper had called out to him, a voice that immediately threw his mind into shock. Logic was pushed aside as Gaara felt compelled to draw closer to the source, needing to see the speaker with his own eyes. He had carelessly dismissed the pool of blood on the floor, and by the time he felt the sudden resistance, he was already being pulled down into it. The rotting hand closed around his body and dragged him in with swift intent before he could make his escape.
Darkness surrounded him completely, suffocating in its intensity.
When Gaara finally regained awareness, he was in a different setting, maybe even a different floor. The second thing he noticed was the overwhelming odor of blood that flooded his senses. Slowly, he rose to his feet, feeling wet and unusually heavy as light dripping noises flowed into his ears.
Blood…
He was drowning in the thick, coppery crimson liquid, his dazed mind unable to concentrate with his primal instincts rapidly roaring to life. He looked down at his hands with confusion on his face, surprised to see his pale skin stained dark red. It had been so, so very long since he was completely drenched in blood like this. Soaked to the point where all he could feel, taste, and smell, was the distinct scent of iron. Dizzily, he lifted one hand to press against his forehead, just as a sharp throbbing sensation struck his nerves. Dormant urges were rushing up to the surface, trying to convince him to stop holding back so he could be free of mental pain and distress.
Why had he restrained himself all this time? Gaara had to consciously regain focus to remember the reason. There weren’t any monsters to exterminate in Suna, and only the F3 locations had those dangerous creatures. Otherwise, he had been mostly surrounded by humans, whom he couldn’t harm. Wasn’t allowed to harm, because they were so fragile and defenseless that the slightest pressure would crush them within his sand.
Humans…
Shrill shrieks suddenly echoed from the far corner of the room, deeply shrouded in shadows. Gaara felt the earth vibrate underneath his feet, and quickly realized that there were a number of monsters nearby. The floor thudded and screeched with their hasty steps as they rushed toward him, eager to claim a sole helpless victim.
They’re comin’ to get you, brat, Shukaku quipped gleefully inside his mind.
Did the tailed beast really expect him to react to that knowledge with fear? Gaara tipped his head back as he felt a burst of laughter unexpectedly erupt from deep in his throat. It was a laugh that lacked any hint of humor, the distorted sound resonating with underlying insanity.
“Like careless wanderers to quicksand…” the blood-soaked ninja mumbled in reply after straightening up, a cruel smirk slowly curling his lips. Like hell he would show any mercy to these pitiful sacks of meat. They wanted to murder him, like it had always been throughout his life… No matter where he was, no matter what he did, there would be people that wanted him dead.
And just like before, he wasn’t going to let them erase his existence.
Without hesitation, sand abruptly shot out of his gourd, more than ready to challenge the onslaught approaching him. At this point, Gaara didn’t even care to distinguish between friend and foe.
He just wanted to kill.
fifth_kazekage), random monsters, and anyone else that comes up.Setting: Floor Thirty
Time: Night
Format: Prose/Action
Summary: While going monster-hunting, things get a little out of hand after Gaara falls into a trap.
Warnings: Violence, blood, insanity. (Will add more if needed.)
Since his arrival, Gaara had spent most of his time exploring the tower. As soon as he discovered the garden on the twenty-ninth floor, he ground up the earth and added more sand to fortify his gourd. It had been reduced in size to fit inside the trunk, he deducted logically. He knew monsters frequented the floors at night, and the higher the floor, the greater the danger. He had encountered a few different types, none of them posing a significant threat for him. But now, he was willingly stepping into their lair, seeking an outlet for the stress that continuously plagued his mind ever since he learned the truth about his existence.
On one of the floors, a haunting whisper had called out to him, a voice that immediately threw his mind into shock. Logic was pushed aside as Gaara felt compelled to draw closer to the source, needing to see the speaker with his own eyes. He had carelessly dismissed the pool of blood on the floor, and by the time he felt the sudden resistance, he was already being pulled down into it. The rotting hand closed around his body and dragged him in with swift intent before he could make his escape.
Darkness surrounded him completely, suffocating in its intensity.
When Gaara finally regained awareness, he was in a different setting, maybe even a different floor. The second thing he noticed was the overwhelming odor of blood that flooded his senses. Slowly, he rose to his feet, feeling wet and unusually heavy as light dripping noises flowed into his ears.
Blood…
He was drowning in the thick, coppery crimson liquid, his dazed mind unable to concentrate with his primal instincts rapidly roaring to life. He looked down at his hands with confusion on his face, surprised to see his pale skin stained dark red. It had been so, so very long since he was completely drenched in blood like this. Soaked to the point where all he could feel, taste, and smell, was the distinct scent of iron. Dizzily, he lifted one hand to press against his forehead, just as a sharp throbbing sensation struck his nerves. Dormant urges were rushing up to the surface, trying to convince him to stop holding back so he could be free of mental pain and distress.
Why had he restrained himself all this time? Gaara had to consciously regain focus to remember the reason. There weren’t any monsters to exterminate in Suna, and only the F3 locations had those dangerous creatures. Otherwise, he had been mostly surrounded by humans, whom he couldn’t harm. Wasn’t allowed to harm, because they were so fragile and defenseless that the slightest pressure would crush them within his sand.
Humans…
Shrill shrieks suddenly echoed from the far corner of the room, deeply shrouded in shadows. Gaara felt the earth vibrate underneath his feet, and quickly realized that there were a number of monsters nearby. The floor thudded and screeched with their hasty steps as they rushed toward him, eager to claim a sole helpless victim.
They’re comin’ to get you, brat, Shukaku quipped gleefully inside his mind.
Did the tailed beast really expect him to react to that knowledge with fear? Gaara tipped his head back as he felt a burst of laughter unexpectedly erupt from deep in his throat. It was a laugh that lacked any hint of humor, the distorted sound resonating with underlying insanity.
“Like careless wanderers to quicksand…” the blood-soaked ninja mumbled in reply after straightening up, a cruel smirk slowly curling his lips. Like hell he would show any mercy to these pitiful sacks of meat. They wanted to murder him, like it had always been throughout his life… No matter where he was, no matter what he did, there would be people that wanted him dead.
And just like before, he wasn’t going to let them erase his existence.
Without hesitation, sand abruptly shot out of his gourd, more than ready to challenge the onslaught approaching him. At this point, Gaara didn’t even care to distinguish between friend and foe.
He just wanted to kill.
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"GAARA!!!!!" she swung again, though failed miserably at doing much to the damn sand. She hated that she was useless and defenseless with his sand. Why the hell did he have it anyway? It was a great ability to have, but it was annoying when she was on the receiving end of it. She was aware that he wasn't playing around with what he told her, but he shouldn't have been this hard on himself. Why did he refuse to accept help when it was offered to him? It wasn't like she wanted him to suffer. She narrowed her eyes even more as she struggled with the sand, only to be smacked in the face with some of it. It drew blood from her cheek, a small sliver of blood.
She didn't bother to touch it or wipe it off her face, "I don't care! Let me down Gaara! Why are you doing this to me?! Why won't you let me help you, dammit?!" she shouted...and eventually she was flung out towards the level of stairs. She quickly chanted a spell to cushion her fall, and it somehow managed to get her at the right moment with a small amount of plain erupting from her head as she collided with the wall. At least, she landed on her feet and not her face. She wasn't going to approach him right now. He was indeed pissed without wanting to listen to anyone. It was fine, she'll let him have his quiet time, but she was going to approach him afterwards.
"........Ugh.." this was becoming more problematic than she had originally though. Maybe, she shouldn't have told him about all of this. He took it hard and now he was taking it out on everything else. At least they weren't human....but they were still living things. It wasn't like she approved of it.