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towerofanimus2011-12-16 10:10 pm
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Entry tags:
Recuperation
Characters: Karasu and you!
Setting: Any hallway where he can look out over the landscape.
Format: Starting in action but I'll match you. :D
Summary: Karasu's still trying to get over the emptiness of his nightmare world. He's not taking it very well, and when Karasu doesn't take things well, things tend to explode. Literally.
Warnings: Karasu. And bombs. I think that's enough said on the matter.
[It had been a few days, but a few days was not enough time to make up for what felt like an eternity in that emptiness that was his hell. He didn't do well with interaction, but he did worse with a forced lack thereof, and when there was nothing to distract him from the loneliness, it got bad fast. He'd isolated himself following his return, true enough, but it was partly from a realization that he truly was alone here as well. Not that Karasu had cared for his teammates during that wretched tournament, but to not even truly have anyone to speak with on a level of some understanding...
There really was nothing here either, not for him, he realized, just imprisonment of a different kind. Either way, the Spirit World had won. He was trapped. Well and truly. There wasn't much he could do about that. But he would be damned if he didn't provide himself with some measure of vengeance and entertainment while he was at it. It was more difficult at this point, but he could still harness the energy to make some small bombs. Even if they were the weakest he'd ever made, they'd be more than enough to do a bit of damage.
It was time to have some real fun.]
Setting: Any hallway where he can look out over the landscape.
Format: Starting in action but I'll match you. :D
Summary: Karasu's still trying to get over the emptiness of his nightmare world. He's not taking it very well, and when Karasu doesn't take things well, things tend to explode. Literally.
Warnings: Karasu. And bombs. I think that's enough said on the matter.
[It had been a few days, but a few days was not enough time to make up for what felt like an eternity in that emptiness that was his hell. He didn't do well with interaction, but he did worse with a forced lack thereof, and when there was nothing to distract him from the loneliness, it got bad fast. He'd isolated himself following his return, true enough, but it was partly from a realization that he truly was alone here as well. Not that Karasu had cared for his teammates during that wretched tournament, but to not even truly have anyone to speak with on a level of some understanding...
There really was nothing here either, not for him, he realized, just imprisonment of a different kind. Either way, the Spirit World had won. He was trapped. Well and truly. There wasn't much he could do about that. But he would be damned if he didn't provide himself with some measure of vengeance and entertainment while he was at it. It was more difficult at this point, but he could still harness the energy to make some small bombs. Even if they were the weakest he'd ever made, they'd be more than enough to do a bit of damage.
It was time to have some real fun.]