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towerofanimus2013-02-20 02:21 pm
fusedstars) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-20 02:21 pm
Entry tags:
Miserable Birthday
Characters: Hei and YOU
Setting: Floor 48
Format: prose, but will work with whatever
Summary: Hei spends time at the graveyard for his birthday, bidding another friend goodbye...and gets attacked by the Husks from Mass Effect.
Warnings: fighting, possible blood, etc.
Another month, another loss. He barely even knew of what was going on within the tower, thankfully dodging those dreaded tape-recorders. Info was all around for him to gather, but not right this second. Now had been a day he didn't wish to experience, and one with another tombstone. Amber, the Contractor the original Hei regretted losing, was gone once more. This wasn't the first time he lost someone. He lost Yin at the facility before, then Minako, then Raven, then Lucy, and more. Growing close to others had been another reason for his hesitance to be attached to them, knowing they would just fade away like the rest. Amber was no different it seemed.
He had set himself down before her tombstone, putting another mask he made onto Amber's grave as well. Farewells were never given, and though he was just a clone, the pain was the same. He sighed, bowing his head, hands held together. Not a prayer to God or any other higher being, but for those gone. At least they would find peace in death and not within this accursed tower. That however didn't ease his thoughts in the slightest.
Neither did the sounds of movement, of ragged breathing. Monsters, he thought. Figures. Even on his birthday, no one would allow him the peace he desired. Hands instinctively went to the knives under his coat, brandishing them out and getting up. Eyes glared, glowing a bright red as his power peaked. Husks, beings capable of a similar power to himself. They desired him dead, and at this moment, the feeling was mutual. The numbers seemed to grow, five rising to nine, nine becoming fifteen, etc.
There was no fear in his pose, no confidence, nothing. Emotionless, yet at the same time, as he began by slashing on Husk on the neck, deadly. His movements were quick, moving between them, quickly getting slash after slash. Electricity seemed to hit him, but he grit his teeth, continuing his assault, moving through the crowd growing through him. Knives soon became embedded in two more Husks. Staring at the incoming horde, he swiftly took out his staff, swiftly knocking aside a few in one swift strike. The staff separated,hands grabbing the hilt of the swords that came forth.
Help him, or watch and see how he gets out of this?
Setting: Floor 48
Format: prose, but will work with whatever
Summary: Hei spends time at the graveyard for his birthday, bidding another friend goodbye...and gets attacked by the Husks from Mass Effect.
Warnings: fighting, possible blood, etc.
Another month, another loss. He barely even knew of what was going on within the tower, thankfully dodging those dreaded tape-recorders. Info was all around for him to gather, but not right this second. Now had been a day he didn't wish to experience, and one with another tombstone. Amber, the Contractor the original Hei regretted losing, was gone once more. This wasn't the first time he lost someone. He lost Yin at the facility before, then Minako, then Raven, then Lucy, and more. Growing close to others had been another reason for his hesitance to be attached to them, knowing they would just fade away like the rest. Amber was no different it seemed.
He had set himself down before her tombstone, putting another mask he made onto Amber's grave as well. Farewells were never given, and though he was just a clone, the pain was the same. He sighed, bowing his head, hands held together. Not a prayer to God or any other higher being, but for those gone. At least they would find peace in death and not within this accursed tower. That however didn't ease his thoughts in the slightest.
Neither did the sounds of movement, of ragged breathing. Monsters, he thought. Figures. Even on his birthday, no one would allow him the peace he desired. Hands instinctively went to the knives under his coat, brandishing them out and getting up. Eyes glared, glowing a bright red as his power peaked. Husks, beings capable of a similar power to himself. They desired him dead, and at this moment, the feeling was mutual. The numbers seemed to grow, five rising to nine, nine becoming fifteen, etc.
There was no fear in his pose, no confidence, nothing. Emotionless, yet at the same time, as he began by slashing on Husk on the neck, deadly. His movements were quick, moving between them, quickly getting slash after slash. Electricity seemed to hit him, but he grit his teeth, continuing his assault, moving through the crowd growing through him. Knives soon became embedded in two more Husks. Staring at the incoming horde, he swiftly took out his staff, swiftly knocking aside a few in one swift strike. The staff separated,hands grabbing the hilt of the swords that came forth.
Help him, or watch and see how he gets out of this?
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