http://weaponiser.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] weaponiser.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-12-11 11:44 pm

i'm giving it my all

Characters: Steinette and whoever wants to run across her
Setting: 4th Floor
Format: Action spam, but I'll follow you
Summary: After getting sent back "home" Stein's in need of a cool down. Time for someone to bother her during her half-naked martial arts, clearly.
Warnings:

A sound soul- [She jumps and kicks high, gracefully landing down on her other leg, already poised for another attack] Rests in a sound body- [A low kick this time, her leg sweeping around her in a perfect arc before she's back up on her feet] And a sound mind. [She strikes out behind her with her palm, a strange electricity emanating from her hand.

She repeats the mantra and the attacks, and probably would all day if she could. It would be such a shame for someone to interrupt her...]

that icon is also very hot.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[he manages to stand, pulling himself up like a puppet, swaying on his feet again. slowly, he walks towards her, giggling softly.]

I think... I think, first, I'll open your body. Your chest. I'll look at your lungs.

[he puts a boot on her, square in the center of her stomach. he's not gentle about it either.]

Just to see the damage. If there's any.

Then, [he leans on her, leaning down, looking at her face, at her soul,] I'm going to take you apart. Piece by piece. I'm going to look at every piece individually. I might take myself apart to see the differences.

And I'm taking out the screw.

[he leans close enough to see her eyes; something snaps in his. he blinks, staring at her, and pulls himself back up, staggering away from her.]

...I told you not to ask.

awwww yeeeee

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
......

[his head hurts. there's something there. for the first time since he'd left Shibusen he reaches up and turns the screw in his head, as slowly as possible.]

...Yes.

[he lets out a quiet breath and staggers back a few feet, still moving uneasily on his feet.]


I don't know why.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Hn.

[he shakes his head, moving back towards the door as quickly as he could while moving in reverse.]

Don't..

I...

I'm sorry.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
I want to take you apart.

[he hisses under his breath, turning at the screw violently, dropping down the stairs to the next level.]

I want to take every piece of you apart. I can't control it. I can't..

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
..zhuzhuzhuzhuzhu..

...can only hear the noise.

[he looks at her over his shoulder, a sick little grin on his face; he lets out another slow hiss and looks away again.]


There's no reason to stop it anymore.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
...not once the world burns.

[enjoy this terrifying look. he turns, staring at her, the grin only widening.]

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-16 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[he steps towards her, incapable of smiling any wider.]

She's changing everything.

There's no reason to hide anymore. I just have to stop the noise.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-19 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[he stares at her for a long moment, the smile gone from his face; he stares at her, and something else flares up in his soul: anger. actual, pure anger.]

I am not broken.

[he walks towards her, exuding danger, his soul flaring.]

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-23 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
You didn't have to.

[his tone is as poisonous as is possible for him, and his hands are crackling with energy (accidentally). it's almost as if his soul has cleared but for the anger, another special kind of madness. every step is purposeful and dangerous.]

It was implied. I could hear it in your voice. I could see it in your soul.

[he's so confused, and the noise is so loud, but he's so angry, and it's all overridden by the simple thought that his other, his double, thinks he's pathetic.

that he's broken.

how dare she.]


I am going to take every piece of you apart.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-23 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
You can't stop it.

Nothing. Stops it.

I just want it to go away.

[he stops for a second, his shoulders going slack, his body relaxing. his thought processes are hectic on madness, always flying about or not moving at all, and it seems as though his anger has all but vanished entirely, now.]

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-24 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
...Yeah.

Experimentation and observation. That's all it should need.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-27 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
... I should go back to my room.

[identity profile] patchworkdoctor.livejournal.com 2011-12-28 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[he nods in reply, turning on his heel and quietly walking away.

the noise in his head gets louder with every step, and by the time he's made it home he's a mess again.

..well. at least now, there's no one around him to hurt.]