towerofanimus | Where Will You Go?

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Where Will You Go?

Who: Sou "Kit" Kigetsuki, and anyone who happens to cross his path.
What: Sou's recovery was a swift one that wasn't without consequence.
When: After the Shadow Event
Where: Cafeteria.
Format: Prose but I'll match.
Warning: violence (tentatively)

Sou pretty much had forced himself into one of the fastest recoveries from a broken ankle ever by putting a bullet in his own head. He wasn't about to let anything stop him and he certainly didn't want anyone's help or pity.

Like the natural actor he was, he pretended that nothing bothered him. At least publicly. He raised his brow at the display of energy bars and it reminded him sorely of those bars he had back at the lab during his refinement which brought to the surface terrible memories of the harsh experimentations he endured.

It was almost disgusting how the Administration would think that they are nothing more than rats and even worse, he was starting to see the big picture. It was enough to make him lance the festering wound of discontent and maliciousness through violent action. His hands at his sides in tight fists, the heat in the general area of about ten feet was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"STOP MESSING WITH ME!"

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Slowly, the layout of the Tower as well as familiarity of the different floors was coming to Elena and she was becoming more capable of navigating around without trouble. And the route from her room to the cafeteria was so properly ingrained into memory she could walk it blindfolded. While it was never good to have a routine, Elena's habitual and necessary cup of coffee would at least dictate where she could be found in the early morning.

Having made perhaps the third trip to the cafeteria for an additional cup, Elena stood parallel to the great spance of the room, not once offering the entirety of her back. She was learning quickly to never remain exposed or be seen as unaware. So as she finished adding the creamer and sugar to her cup, she turned to head back to the library and her growing tower of books.

She had, of course, noted the other individual in the room, and could swear she could feel some sort of angry heat coming from his direction. Whether it was actually coming from him, or a vent, or if it was just her imagination, she kept a wide berth initially, keeping eight feet between them both as she strode past.

Hot...

Pausing, Elena stopped, a sudden heatwave burning her straight through, beads of sweat forming almost instantaneously. Turning her head back to the man sitting, she shifted, adjusting to face him to ask if he felt the quickly increasing heat as well. To which she was greeted with his outburst, sending her to shuffle back several steps and her coffee being dropped, the hot liquid splashing against the tile floor.

"W-What the hell?!"

Sou retracted that heat just as fast but his anger was still apparent. The energy bars on the counter was left naught but ash. He turned his head to regard the shout and scowled. "Hell is right."

With the retracted heat, he looked at the floor at the spilled coffee. If he was in his right mind, he would have felt guilt for such a waste. Instead, he scoffed and pushed the dust and ash away with a concentrated blast of heat from his hand to drive the horrid things away from his sight.

It was a stupid thing to be reminded of and he certainly hated his past more than the people that caused it. "This place, how long have you been here in this place?"

One thing that Joshua stressed was when someone made a mistake, they should apologize while they had the time. And, boy, did she have plenty of apologies to make still and so many wrongs to right.

The recent event was still very fresh in Sertoria's mind and she knew of one person that her shadow had hurt before going berserk: a redhead man with fire based powers. Thus, she made her way into the cafeteria and saw him there.

She was careful to not get near the flame, lest her silicone texture would melt. Thus, she bowed and went on one knee before him.

"Sir, I would like to formally apologize for any harm or strife I have caused you during the recent event. Please, if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me what it is and I will perform it."

"What the...?" That voice. That irritatingly calm voice of hers and that gesture of submission...something was definitely wrong.

He recognized her as a threat immediately and moved quickly from in front of the counter to face her in a twisting motion of attack. He recalled that break to his ankle that caused him to shoot himself in the head so he could find her again and kill her. He didn't understand the apology other than complete submission but it didn't soothe his anger.

"Get away from me!" He waved his hand in front of his body in an effort to push her away. "I don't want your apology! I want real food, dammit!" Which was true considering that he wasn't about to consume those terrible energy bars again.

Sertoria's own hands went up in front of her so as to say she wasn't about to harm him by any means. Had she met him earlier in life, she wouldn't have given a second thought of causing him pain. But, those days were long behind her.

She wasn't pushed back thanks to her terrific strength and noticed the telltale signs of someone being irritable thanks to hunger as well as stress.

"I can offer you real food. Just please calm down and I will be able to provide you this in due time. I only want to make sure that anything between us can be settled."

Just before items in the vicinity started exploding – there was nothing to stop plastic materials from melting – a thick trail of sand quickly sliced through the air and struck Sou right in his chest, sending the man flying back into the wall behind him.

Unfazed, Gaara walked through the area with flaring embers surrounding him, walking straight forward. He took note of the other’s condition, but assumed Sou had received medical attention, rather than commit suicide to escape his suffering.

With the recent events that had unfolded, he wasn’t in a particularly forgiving or nurturing mood. If Sou was going to act like a dangerous threat, then he would be treated as such.

“What the hell are you trying to accomplish?”

Edited 2012-09-14 17:52 (UTC)

"Settled? You broke my ankle! You know how much pain that is? Not that you would know anything about that. I shot myself in the head!" He's definitely irritated on both fronts of that situation. One was the humiliation he suffered and the second was much more primal to take care of his immediate needs. He showed this with a stomp of his foot to the singed floor.

It took a few moments of this energy wasting display of childish behavior before he finally began to understand the ordeal and think rationally. He sighed and calmed down just enough to stop the heat and drew it back in. "Fine. If you do this, I can be civil."

"Oof." Before he could react to the sudden onslaught of sand in his direction, which was enough to stop his searing rampage, he was tossed directly at the wall, his back pressed against it by...sand?

He recognized Gaara through his struggle but the sand was almost too liquid for him to get out of its grasp. "Let me go!"

He was already off the ground and therefore cut off from any means to create any more heat. The acrid scent of plastic and the burned smell of the energy bars that were on the counter clung in the air from his tantrum.

Ifrit's balls, it was hot. Blazing. Scorching. It made her wonder if she continued to stay there, whether or not her uniform would eventually catch fire. But, for the time being, she remains still, yet on guard. With what she's seen the last few weeks, she's not stupid enough to make the first move. Even if the potential threat can exude a strong level of heat to burn everything to a crisp.

Lips pressed together into a thin line, eyes moving from facial expressions to the body movements, gauging and watching. A power like that, if it truly was him and not some abnormality, was very deadly. Honey colored eyes narrow slightly at his question, his angle not quite obvious, but if it kept his temper cooled, then perhaps it was best to entertain him.

"Not very long. A few months, at the most. I take it you've been here for quite some time?"

He was right. How could she understand and know pain on a physical level? The thing was, she did to some degree - especially after her mass murdering spree. Killing herself would only go against what Doc had done to improve her way of thinking and referring to herself as nothing but a machine would be erasing the progress her friends have reinforced in her mind.

Whereas she didn't understand physical pain, she had years upon years of mental and emotional pain only recently brought to the surface. She really was more human than she gave herself credit for...

"I am sorry for that. They say actions speak louder than words, so..."

Her hand moved into her robes and she produced a jar of honey and some crackers. "It is not much, but it should help to some degree."

The redhead frowned at hearing his demand. “So you can burn the remainder of this room? Hmph.”

While holding Sou against the wall, he sent out some of his sand to investigate the other flames, testing the strength of their heat. He wanted to know if they were as powerful as fire techniques from Sasuke Uchiha, which he was capable of deflecting.

He folded his arms over his chest and coolly asked, “What is it?” Obviously referring to whatever problem was making Sou behave like a pyromaniac.

"No." He didn't see Elena as a threat and since she made no move to attack, he saw no point in keep up with the heat. She wasn't the cause of his provoked anger even if it was passive.

"I arrived here earlier this month." Dark blue eyes held intense anger behind them. His fit wasn't completely over, it was pacified for the moment. Attacking someone that was just simply passing through was not something that he preferred to have on his head at the moment. He had enough problems dealing with the annoying voice that liked to torment him from time to time.

Thankfully, it hasn't started up again. The floor was still too hot to stand on by those that couldn't tolerate it. He moved to pick up her dropped mug as a silent gesture of apology.

"I hate energy bars." Perhaps it was a random statement. After all that he had gone through, he didn't need to drag her into his drama in such a terrible way.

He looked at the jar of honey and the crackers only to take the crackers and leave the honey. "I'm allergic, but thank you."

At least he was sane enough to offer some polite response. The refining process nearly stripped away what was left of Sou's natural demeanor and nature. Instead of being a controllable weapon to be used by the government, he turned on his handlers and wiped out the entire installation, killing everyone inside including the visitors and potential backers of the project. To keep the secret from getting out, he destroyed the Facility and everything that pertained to the creation of Alter Weapons, which was the only good thing he did.

He had very little humanity left. Only the basics remained. "Your apology is accepted."

He fell silent for a moment. Disconnected from the source of his power, he had nothing left to do but to think. He couldn't absorb the heat to stop the flames and since his power was caused by him through his body from the ground itself, it was more natural than created by a technique.

"What's what?" He asked as he gave an icy stare. "The fires? I can't stop them if I'm up here, idiot. They're only flames created by the earth itself. I just control them."

"I will keep that in mind for the next time."

She still did not move from her current position as she was waiting for him to accept her apology. Had she known that, she would have been able to sympathize with him on being a weapon. The life she had as a reformed android was a grateful one and she met so many people over the course of thousands of years.

"Thank you. May I sit with you, then?"

Sou gave a small nod as he consumed one of the crackers. He tried not to eat them too quickly or they wouldn't settle well. With the bottles of water destroyed, he had to make sure that they didn't create a ball in his throat. It was soon becoming a regrettable mistake.

"Why did you apologize?" It was something that baffled him. He didn't understand why anyone, artificial or otherwise, would go through such lengths to try to speak with him in such a submissive manner.

As if she had the powers of foresight, Sertoria grabbed a bottle of water out of her robes and handed it to him before she sat down.

"It is the right thing to do. I attacked you when you did not do anything and the very least I could do was apologize. I find it is a better alternative than ignoring the problem and running away from it." People were often confused as to why she would do it, so it was like a habit to explain things after a while.

Taking the bottle, he lowered his head in thought as he twisted off the cap. "I see. Your programming is certainly different than my reconditioning." It was a first that he ever mentioned it. Sou's existence had come to an end and the memory of that fatal bullet entering his head, flashed. His hand shot up to press against his forehead.

"Ugh...not again." The phantom pains were not something that would go away with healing. It was a psychic transfer that stayed with him through his passing into the Other Side.

Reconditioning? Sertoria perked up at that word, listening and studying his movements more. "I was different in the past as I am sure you picked up--"

She immediately picked up on the hand touching his head and she blinked. Headache? Migraine?

"Are you suffering with a headache or a migraine?" she asked, ready to help when the time was right.

Edited (forgot a word) 2012-09-14 19:07 (UTC)

"No." His teeth were grinding from the pain. He closed his eyes, his body enveloped itself in a spectrum of light. Two tables vanished just as something else took their place. This was something from Sou's mind and it appeared to be a man wearing body armor. In his hands was a rifle. This was the image of the Resistance Movement's sniper.

Sou turned his head to face the being clad in armor. He slowly stood up to face the being. "So, you've come to finish me off? You succeeded once and now you want to do it again?" Sou stepped back and his fists tightened. "It's not that simple. I created you."

Symbolically, he did through his reign of terror that he managed to perform by his own hands across Japan, he created every single one of them. Regular people standing up to take down an oppressive force was no easy task. "Killing me will not change anything!"

Gaara released a tense exhale of exasperation, and then worked to extinguish the fires himself, smothering them with his sand.

“No. What is your reason for allowing your flames to run rampant?” He clarified, “If your intention was to attack someone, your opponent has long since left.”

He could feel Sou struggling within his hold, but he didn’t relent. All he had to do was close his fist and… He shook his head, regaining focus on the situation at hand.

The decreased heat is felt immediately, sweat that had formed across her forehead cooling against her skin and the pressure of the heat inside her suit slowly releasing. Her decision to wait and read his body language had worked so far, which encouraged her to continue with her passive posture and behavior. Leaning back against the nearest table, she lightly gripped at the edge, eyes scrutinizing every detail.

"I don't know about you, but I'm having to learn fast that this is a very hard place to live in."

By Gaia, it was taking all her willpower to not sit on the table. The heat she could withstand through her clothes. But the lava-temperature floor, which she hadn't picked up on initially thanks to her on internal temperature, was eating through the soles of her shoes.

Fingers twitched when he moved, leaning forward to pick up the mug. Picking up on the cue, she extended her hands and gratefully took the empty cup back with a little nod. "I have yet to have one that doesn't taste like cardboard."

Pausing for a moment, she leaned forward slightly after resting her empty cup on the table beside her. "If you don't mind my asking, just what were you yelling at earlier?"

Sertoria jumped into the air and cartwheeled to where she was safe from the sentient body armor. She wondered if he was having a dissociative episode as she read that in one of the many books before. Instantly, her system switched to her defense mechanism and her ready for battle once again.

"I will deal with this."

She opened the palms of her hands and a huge sphere of energy began to form and charge. Within a few seconds, she fired off the huge sphere and trapped the man in the suit of armor inside the sphere itself. Soon, the charge began to attack it with continual damage all around.

"Be returned to God's kingdom, lost soul."

The reminder of his past in the lab and how he was thought to be nothing more than a tool for domination to be used by the Japanese government surfaced quickly that manifested in a vengeful shout.

"They can't think to control me like this! I will not be used as a weapon again! They can take those energy bars and shove it up their ass as far as I care!"

"......"

Who was trying to use-wait. Energy bars?

"You are angry because... you abhor energy bars?" Was he seriously... For all the times Gaara had stared at the facility food bars with disdain, he didn't think of destroying items in a fit of rage.

Even though he had saved the man during the Shadow incident, the wary redhead was starting to question his decision to do so. His behavior was more than just a little alarming.

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Where Will You Go?

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You know, rabid dogs get put down…

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He needs this. Believe me. He's throwing a fit over nothing.

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He needs to be put down, or he needs to throw a tantrum?

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No, Kit is throwing the tantrum and needs to be put down.

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Don’t tempt me~

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I just might~

You're supposed to discourage me, Silver. :|