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lucetilogs2012-05-12 09:51 pm
relinquishing) wrote in lucetilogs2012-05-12 09:51 pm
"If you prick us, do we not bleed? ... And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Who: Luke (fabrecation), Guy (relinquishing), Sync (trashed), and Asch (dissonates)
What: A replica, his BFF and two God-Generals get into a hell of a mess.
When: Late morning of May 13th
Where: In the forest outside the Battle Dome
Summary: Due to the meddling of both the Malnosso and Sync, a certain blonde is fueled with some bitter, uncontrollable fury against the Fabre heir. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Luceti has two such heirs, and both happen to be nearby. One is attacked, one meddles, revenge is taken, and everyone is traumatizedand they were never heard from again.
Rating:A for Angst R for violence, gore, traumatic flashbacking and redheads bleeding out everywhere.
[It had been a horribly long week for certain citizens from Auldrant, it seemed. Guy had returned early in the week, injured and exhausted, in a sour mood from some less-than-pleasant conversation. Only days later, Natalia had given everyone a fright, returning from a disappearance of her own completely voiceless and unable to walk. Both events were still fresh on everyone's minds, and to say the aura was unsettling was a bit of an understatement.
Even knowing this didn't keep Guy from getting concerned over Luke. The redhead had been mopier than usual whenever he was around the apartment and was refusing to really discuss why. The conversation they had earlier in the week had prove a little fruitful, but there was clearly something else on Luke's mind. Something that was on the borderline of making the boy depressed again.
It was for that reason, plus an ill and temporarily unavailable Fon Master, that had kept Guy from opening his mouth about the curse slot that sat deeply in his right arm. He was alert and aware, keeping an eye out for Sync when he could and cautiously avoiding situations where the God General might decide to snoop. Not that it was guaranteed that anything would happen, but Guy barely trusted Sync any more than he would trust a wet paper bag.
So relying on caution was the way things would roll. Luke didn't deserve to be any more down than he already was, and Guy already had a plan to take care of it. Luke never voiced issues with his behavior, anyways. So, with all luck, he could float through with as little issue as possible.
When morning rolled around on the 13th, Guy was already on his way to the clinic to have those bandages removed again, his wounds needing to be reexamined and dressed cleanly. But hey, distractions of the week aside? He really was feeling a little better. A little more energetic, at least. So he decided it was more than fine to drag Luke along with him for a little tousle at the Battle Dome later. Activity seemed to always get Luke's mind off of whatever was bothering him, anyways, and hey, they could both use the time to blow off some steam!
The redhead had been a bit hesitant at first, but hesitancy was met with teasing, teasing with flustered comebacks, then with laughter, and then a ruckus and tumble for weapons and jackets, soft blows being dealt and snappy banter being exchanged at how Luke's jacket needed to stay closed. It wasn't rocket science - it was raining, after all! Luke didn't seem to enjoy the teasing chide, shooting Guy a rather nasty look on several occasions, even as they slipped out the door.
The teasing hadn't quite stopped, even as they threw mock threats at one another, ducking under the roofs of a couple buildings with breathless laughter until Guy suggested they take to the cover of the trees. Sure, it was a little longer, but the walk would make for a good warm-up. Successfully maneuvering off the path, the blonde now rushed ahead through the rain, that teasing, chipper grin plastered on his face as he yanked the hood of his jacket further over his head. His mind, for once, could focus on something that wasn't so stressful and worrisome, and he can't help but let out a laugh, calling out from over his shoulder.]
Hahaha -- Come on, you slowpoke! Don't fall behind on a wounded man! I might get embarrassed!
fabrecation), Guy (relinquishing), Sync (trashed), and Asch (dissonates)What: A replica, his BFF and two God-Generals get into a hell of a mess.
When: Late morning of May 13th
Where: In the forest outside the Battle Dome
Summary: Due to the meddling of both the Malnosso and Sync, a certain blonde is fueled with some bitter, uncontrollable fury against the Fabre heir. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Luceti has two such heirs, and both happen to be nearby. One is attacked, one meddles, revenge is taken, and everyone is traumatized
Rating:
[It had been a horribly long week for certain citizens from Auldrant, it seemed. Guy had returned early in the week, injured and exhausted, in a sour mood from some less-than-pleasant conversation. Only days later, Natalia had given everyone a fright, returning from a disappearance of her own completely voiceless and unable to walk. Both events were still fresh on everyone's minds, and to say the aura was unsettling was a bit of an understatement.
Even knowing this didn't keep Guy from getting concerned over Luke. The redhead had been mopier than usual whenever he was around the apartment and was refusing to really discuss why. The conversation they had earlier in the week had prove a little fruitful, but there was clearly something else on Luke's mind. Something that was on the borderline of making the boy depressed again.
It was for that reason, plus an ill and temporarily unavailable Fon Master, that had kept Guy from opening his mouth about the curse slot that sat deeply in his right arm. He was alert and aware, keeping an eye out for Sync when he could and cautiously avoiding situations where the God General might decide to snoop. Not that it was guaranteed that anything would happen, but Guy barely trusted Sync any more than he would trust a wet paper bag.
So relying on caution was the way things would roll. Luke didn't deserve to be any more down than he already was, and Guy already had a plan to take care of it. Luke never voiced issues with his behavior, anyways. So, with all luck, he could float through with as little issue as possible.
When morning rolled around on the 13th, Guy was already on his way to the clinic to have those bandages removed again, his wounds needing to be reexamined and dressed cleanly. But hey, distractions of the week aside? He really was feeling a little better. A little more energetic, at least. So he decided it was more than fine to drag Luke along with him for a little tousle at the Battle Dome later. Activity seemed to always get Luke's mind off of whatever was bothering him, anyways, and hey, they could both use the time to blow off some steam!
The redhead had been a bit hesitant at first, but hesitancy was met with teasing, teasing with flustered comebacks, then with laughter, and then a ruckus and tumble for weapons and jackets, soft blows being dealt and snappy banter being exchanged at how Luke's jacket needed to stay closed. It wasn't rocket science - it was raining, after all! Luke didn't seem to enjoy the teasing chide, shooting Guy a rather nasty look on several occasions, even as they slipped out the door.
The teasing hadn't quite stopped, even as they threw mock threats at one another, ducking under the roofs of a couple buildings with breathless laughter until Guy suggested they take to the cover of the trees. Sure, it was a little longer, but the walk would make for a good warm-up. Successfully maneuvering off the path, the blonde now rushed ahead through the rain, that teasing, chipper grin plastered on his face as he yanked the hood of his jacket further over his head. His mind, for once, could focus on something that wasn't so stressful and worrisome, and he can't help but let out a laugh, calling out from over his shoulder.]
Hahaha -- Come on, you slowpoke! Don't fall behind on a wounded man! I might get embarrassed!