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towerofanimus2013-01-14 11:18 pm
facedthetruth) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-14 11:18 pm
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Characters: Margulis and OPEN
Setting: The graveyard floor during the day and various floors at night.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Jin Uzuki has disappeared from the tower, leaving his sword behind on top of Margulis' trunk. Margulis is not as okay with this as their fight on Christmas might lead people to expect...
Warnings: Angst, violence, death imagery, things being set on fire.
[Graveyard floor]
Margulis wasn't usually one to give in to sentimental feelings, but Jin's disappearance, and especially leaving his katana behind as a memento, got to him in ways he didn't want to even try to put into words. His feelings for the man he'd always called his best friend had been complicated since their clash fifteen years ago, and coming here to find a version who had died as a result of that fight hadn't simplified matters. But finding his fellow swordsman's weapon on top of his trunk had cleared some things up.
Now he could be found in the tower's graveyard, standing in front of the headstone marked 'Jin Uzuki,' holding his newly obtained blade in one hand with a downcast expression.
"You always did know how to get under my skin, Jin Uzuki...even in a gesture of peace, you find a way to get on my nerves."
[Nighttime]
It had taken a not insignificant amount of self control, not to mention avoidance, for Margulis to remain mostly civil throughout the day. But now, as the tower darkened and the dangerous creatures that called it home began to emerge, he had an acceptable target for all the rage that had built up since he woke and saw evidence of Jin's disappearance. With the katana sheathed at his right side, he used his own blade to carve through the more common of the tower's monsters, his every movement wreathed in an aura of flame. Occasionally he would, instead, send a ball of flame hurdling straight toward a foe, or conjure a web of lightning to electrocute a group. But no matter what the method, the attack was still harsh and forceful, fuelled by a severe and dangerous temper.
Setting: The graveyard floor during the day and various floors at night.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Jin Uzuki has disappeared from the tower, leaving his sword behind on top of Margulis' trunk. Margulis is not as okay with this as their fight on Christmas might lead people to expect...
Warnings: Angst, violence, death imagery, things being set on fire.
[Graveyard floor]
Margulis wasn't usually one to give in to sentimental feelings, but Jin's disappearance, and especially leaving his katana behind as a memento, got to him in ways he didn't want to even try to put into words. His feelings for the man he'd always called his best friend had been complicated since their clash fifteen years ago, and coming here to find a version who had died as a result of that fight hadn't simplified matters. But finding his fellow swordsman's weapon on top of his trunk had cleared some things up.
Now he could be found in the tower's graveyard, standing in front of the headstone marked 'Jin Uzuki,' holding his newly obtained blade in one hand with a downcast expression.
"You always did know how to get under my skin, Jin Uzuki...even in a gesture of peace, you find a way to get on my nerves."
[Nighttime]
It had taken a not insignificant amount of self control, not to mention avoidance, for Margulis to remain mostly civil throughout the day. But now, as the tower darkened and the dangerous creatures that called it home began to emerge, he had an acceptable target for all the rage that had built up since he woke and saw evidence of Jin's disappearance. With the katana sheathed at his right side, he used his own blade to carve through the more common of the tower's monsters, his every movement wreathed in an aura of flame. Occasionally he would, instead, send a ball of flame hurdling straight toward a foe, or conjure a web of lightning to electrocute a group. But no matter what the method, the attack was still harsh and forceful, fuelled by a severe and dangerous temper.
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"The last thing that occurred to me before I arrived here was an ES battle between my group and you. We defeated the Issachar yet despite the fact that it was collapsing, you refused to exit your craft. You died rather than live with the idea that your actions since Miltia truly had been in vain."
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"Margulis..."
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She could have gone on... But well, her own issues weren't somewhere she really wanted to venture.
"I will not speak of it again."
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"And now that you've been so adamant about me sharing my own innermost thoughts, I should hope there's nothing of import that you're keeping to yourself."
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"Please trust me when I say that it is not something you would wish to hear."
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"None of us had died in my time, but... Are you sure you really wish to hear about it?"
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"You changed so greatly over the years. For a long time it was just you and I in Ormus. But you had become cold and distant. You were consumed your desire for power, and by the idea that you could punish the Federation for their transgressions. Those became the only things you cared about..."
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