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黒 ([personal profile] fusedstars) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-01-14 09:00 pm

Time wears a mask

 Characters: Hei and YOU
Setting: anywhere around the tower
Format: Prose, but I will match with anything.
Summary: Hei is 20+ years older, and his life is, well...crap. Will attack all potential villains with enhanced abilities.
Warnings: Hei has gotten stronger from absorbing the Materia over the years and training. And he has a goal to kill those that ruined his life, villains mostly.

They took it all away from him.

He could never forget. Despair had settled in over the years, unable to find himself to move on from her. Years passed before the light shined upon his heart, his love and those he could call friends and family returning. Everything he could have wanted, finally his once again. Happiness, the one thing neither of them seemed to be able to keep, was finally his.

And then they came.

Memories were fresh, the sound of her screams never ceasing. One after another they fell, he forced to bear witness to everything. Lucy, Kirika, Elena, no one was spared. Everyone that mattered to him perished. Least it felt like everyone. Finally, he trusted Elena. Finally, he and Kirika grew far more as siblings. And finally...she was there with him. To die, to never be able to be brought back.

Those roaming the halls and floors can find Hei, a mask on his face. Beneath it was a glare, walking past people in a hurry. Day or night, he was out there, moving with no loss of energy. He needed to find them, those responsible, and make them feel the pain he had in his heart. Only then could his heart find some solace. This was the man who hated to kill, but now? Now it was the only thing that could calm him down. One man was definitely the number one target for him, one above all else.

Sephiroth.
shikiller: (i think you need a shotgun blast)

[personal profile] shikiller 2013-01-18 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"'Now'? However long this is going to take, it can't be that much compared to the time we've already been here." Nanaya almost treats the order like a joke. Like he brought him to the fair just to tell him to go home. The knife has not had its blade drawn from its hilt, and is simply dancing around Nanaya's fingers.

"And it's so unusual to actually find some conviction from anyone here anymore... so please don't mind if I help myself."