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towerofanimus2014-01-24 09:11 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2014-01-24 09:11 pm
Entry tags:
Fallout of a different kind
Characters: Shion
Setting: Dorm halls 19th ish?
Format: Any I'll follow
Summary: Shion reads the report that Reno handed him about what happened in the whole Ryoji mess. He has berserker issues, and practices control (at least I hope he gets to the control part...)
Warnings: berserky Shion, mentions of brainwashing and stuff, potential violence
It had taken him a while to get to the end of the report, because every time he tried to read it anger rose up until it almost took over. He had to step away, calm down and return. By the end though it was not good enough, there was no calming down. Because what had happened, to people he considered friends, to people who were kind and brave.
His hands shook, he felt himself getting angrier and he tried to breath. Tried to stay calm, do everything that Diarmuid had taught him to keep the anger down, to believe he could do it. To just do it, to stay calm.
He wasn't sure when he had stopped reading, when he had stood or when he had left the room. But he was walking through the corridors, eyes blazing. "Ganondorf!" He shouted, "Sephiroth!" Clearly this was not of the smarter ideas he had ever had.
Setting: Dorm halls 19th ish?
Format: Any I'll follow
Summary: Shion reads the report that Reno handed him about what happened in the whole Ryoji mess. He has berserker issues, and practices control (at least I hope he gets to the control part...)
Warnings: berserky Shion, mentions of brainwashing and stuff, potential violence
It had taken him a while to get to the end of the report, because every time he tried to read it anger rose up until it almost took over. He had to step away, calm down and return. By the end though it was not good enough, there was no calming down. Because what had happened, to people he considered friends, to people who were kind and brave.
His hands shook, he felt himself getting angrier and he tried to breath. Tried to stay calm, do everything that Diarmuid had taught him to keep the anger down, to believe he could do it. To just do it, to stay calm.
He wasn't sure when he had stopped reading, when he had stood or when he had left the room. But he was walking through the corridors, eyes blazing. "Ganondorf!" He shouted, "Sephiroth!" Clearly this was not of the smarter ideas he had ever had.
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He gives the boy a confident smile and then turns and walks away.
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