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deathsdoctor) wrote in lucetilogs2013-01-29 01:33 am
Sometimes a man goes to slay his demons
Who: Trafalgar Law, Itachi Uchiha, Adele LeBlanc, Gai Tsutsugami, others
What: The fallout from a failed(?) kidnapping
When: 28th of January ongoing
Where: House 22 moving to the Battle Dome
Summary: For every victory a price must be paid, and sometimes the currency is in blood. It’s an arrangement Law’s long accepted; one can’t move ahead without sacrifice after all. But in winning this battle, the cost might not fall on him alone.
Rating: Mature
One of them had hung back.
The world greyed, tunnelled in, and consciousness collapsed, thoughts spiralling down, down, down. One of them had hung back, while the rest had come… come… co…m…e…
Sway. Sway. There is soft moaning. Where is it? Him? Is he making sounds? He should be silent.
Sway. Sway. There is fire on him. Where is it? Fire on his back. His wing. There is fire but no flames. Torn clothing, mangled flesh. Feathers. B-L-O-O-D.
Pain. Blood. Sometimes his vision goes red. His body is… crunchy sometimes, swollen other places, under his careful fingers. Trauma. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Down, down, down - look down. Darts in thigh. Shiny.
His head hurts.
Concussion. DRUGGED.
One of them had hung back while the rest had come. Why, why, why? Could it have been scared? No… droid. Sleek droid. Shiny and new. Droids don’t feel fear. It had watched. But it had a brain. Do droids with brains feel fear?
Something hit him. His thigh. Fight we...nt… bad then… can’t think. "… help."
Help.
Very bad. Can’t… THINK. CAN’T REMEMBER. Lightning, parts flying… all smeared and twisted… CAN’T REMEMBER. Grappling. Fabric tearing. Wings exposed.
Agony and the world breaking.
He broke the world. He broke it and the droid left.
All wrong.
Wrong.
T-E-S-T?
(for whom?)
Maybe. Bad.
He doesn’t know.
He broke the world… the forest --- didn’t he? Where was he? This was his house. His front door. Did he walk?
Knock, knock.
What: The fallout from a failed(?) kidnapping
When: 28th of January ongoing
Where: House 22 moving to the Battle Dome
Summary: For every victory a price must be paid, and sometimes the currency is in blood. It’s an arrangement Law’s long accepted; one can’t move ahead without sacrifice after all. But in winning this battle, the cost might not fall on him alone.
Rating: Mature
One of them had hung back.
The world greyed, tunnelled in, and consciousness collapsed, thoughts spiralling down, down, down. One of them had hung back, while the rest had come… come… co…m…e…
Sway. Sway. There is soft moaning. Where is it? Him? Is he making sounds? He should be silent.
Sway. Sway. There is fire on him. Where is it? Fire on his back. His wing. There is fire but no flames. Torn clothing, mangled flesh. Feathers. B-L-O-O-D.
Pain. Blood. Sometimes his vision goes red. His body is… crunchy sometimes, swollen other places, under his careful fingers. Trauma. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Down, down, down - look down. Darts in thigh. Shiny.
His head hurts.
Concussion. DRUGGED.
One of them had hung back while the rest had come. Why, why, why? Could it have been scared? No… droid. Sleek droid. Shiny and new. Droids don’t feel fear. It had watched. But it had a brain. Do droids with brains feel fear?
Something hit him. His thigh. Fight we...nt… bad then… can’t think. "… help."
Help.
Very bad. Can’t… THINK. CAN’T REMEMBER. Lightning, parts flying… all smeared and twisted… CAN’T REMEMBER. Grappling. Fabric tearing. Wings exposed.
Agony and the world breaking.
He broke the world. He broke it and the droid left.
All wrong.
Wrong.
T-E-S-T?
(for whom?)
Maybe. Bad.
He doesn’t know.
He broke the world… the forest --- didn’t he? Where was he? This was his house. His front door. Did he walk?
Knock, knock.
February 5th 3/3
February 5th
[Of course, by "nice" she means "horrific", but yeah. Perona's also been interested recently in a few mysteries, too, which she may pick through just in case.]
I know a few short stories off the top of my head as well...
February 5th
February 5th
Until then...can you tell me how you ended up like this? I'm afraid I wasn;t given very many details, and I never would have expected you to appear here of all places, Mr. Law.
February 5th
[Sighing.]
I was attacked by the Rogue Malnosso's toys.
February 5th
...I'm sorry, but I've never heard of such a thing happening before. And despite your injuries, Mr. Law, I am glad you weren't taken away. Though you must have been very stubborn to get hurt to this degree.
[She sighs, and wishes she could do more, but it's best not to meddle. The hospital staff can take care of him just fine, she shouldn't have to worry about that.]
February 5th
[Voice of personal experience speaking and all.]
... I do have a hell of a streak of it, I must admit.
February 5th
[They'd fall easily, or in her case, explode easily enough, but they just kept swarming and swarming. To know someone did evade them, though, and she was staring at the other, is a little jarring. Jarring and annoying, as she looks Law up and down again, eyebrows knitting together. Ugh, she shouldn't have to worry this much about stupid swordsmen! Two were more than enough, she doesn't need a third!]
It wouldn't be the first time I've had to deal with that type before. Yet I think I'd prefer you over the one I was charged with before. You at least are a lot more agreeable. ...So you'd better hurry up and recover!
February 5th
... I will make sure I speed the process along. [Although post-concussion syndrome didn't really have a timeline of recovery per say.] I don't want to be laid up any more than possible.
February 5th
It's not very fun being cooped up, is it? [She, at least, had the benefit of escaping her body and frolicking around as a ghost, when she was sick or tired or something. Law doesn't.] But I'm sure you'll be better soon, Mr. Law. You would know yourself, wouldn't you? Hm~! But if it's any consolation, I'll bring you a new book every so often, to keep your mind occupied.