1. world's gone insane( days 3-5 ) cw: human experimentation, child abuse [ Any person unfortunate enough to have been assigned the role of either Gnosia or AC Follower may stumble upon a dream that doesn't belong to them. The room they find themselves in is completely empty of any furnishing save for a plain bed by the wall. The only source of light is coming from the outside corridor, separated from the area by steel bars. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together ─ the place is a cell, and it's currently occupied ─ though you'd be excused for not noticing his presence at first.
In the corner of the room, a young boy is curled up with his knees pressed against his chest. He's pale and obviously malnourished, which only adds to his overall frail appearance; he can't be older than seven or eight, though his small build makes it hard to tell for certain. If one is familiar with Aldrip's local terrorist, Ragna the Bloodedge, they might notice this boy bears a striking resemblance to the man, although his hair is golden instead of white and both his eyes are colored green. He's wearing simple white shirt and pants that wouldn't be out of place at a hospital, and his gaze is fixed on the floor without making any indication he's noticed the intruder.
A small noise comes from the corridor, and a man can be seen walking past the cell, pushing a cart filled with a bunch of dolls... or at least, that's what they look like at first. Upon closer inspection, however, they turn out to be corpses of children, all similar in age and appearance to the one residing in the back of the room; their bodies are twisted into unnatural positions, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling as they're being wheeled somewhere deep into the facility to be disposed of.
As that gruesome sight disappears at the turn of the corridor, two new figures appear in the view and approach the cell. A man and a woman, wearing white labcoats and chatting lively as they open the door and enter the room, walking past the intruder like they're not even there, directing their footsteps towards the boy in the corner. It's hard to follow their conversation, as they keep excitedly naming numbers and values of some scientific processes no one is probably familiar with. Finally, they come to the stop, and all the laughter and pleasant talk disappear completely, as they look down at the child and the atmosphere shifts to cold professionalism. The man says a string of numbers and letters that's entirely too long to memorize, before following it with a simple "It's time for testing".
The boy doesn't lift his gaze, and the only movement he makes is tensing up slightly. After a brief moment of silence, he opens his mouth, though his voice is to small and weak only the last part is audible. ]
..ing.
[ The scientists seem caught off guard by this development, as if they're perplexed by the very idea of the kid talking back to them. Somewhat encouraged by that reaction (or rather, lack of retaliation), the boy licks his lips nervously before trying again, this time louder, as he looks up at the two adults. ]
I'm not going.
[ The two exchange troubled looks, and the man lets out a sigh. Just when it seems like they might honor his decision, the man suddenly grabs him by the arm and pulls him up by force, causing the boy to gasp in both surprise and pain. He tries to wiggle his arm out of the adult's grip, but to no avail. As he struggles, the woman pulls a small syringe from her pocket, preparing ]
Let me go! I said I'm not going! I don't wanna...!
2. beast within me( days 6-7 ) cw: dissociation, blood, violence, murder, cannibalism, etc. [ These final days of the "game" feel like he's stuck in a dream; everywhere he looks, he sees nothing but darkness that seems to have swallowed the city whole. It's like his brain is covered in dense fog, and thinking takes a great amount of effort. Something deep inside him, the same voice that's been nagging him and encouraging him to do his part as a Gnosia throughout the week has changed, now telling him it's okay not to think too hard about anything. It's tempting to listen to its advice, since he's already tired as it is... so maybe it's fine to just let it go. See how things play out. What's the harm?
...
Once the sun begins to set, Ragna begins to stalk the streets of Aldrip in search of prey. A local or a Chosen, a Gnosia or a human, a friend or a foe, none of it particularly matters to him. There's no rhyme or reason to where he goes or who he attacks; no logic to be found in the bloody trail he leaves behind him. All there is this all-consuming hunger, an animalistic need to sink his teeth into a living being, feel it squirm and struggle as life fades from its eyes.
But even with the thrill of warm blood being splattered across his face, even with pieces of entrails sticking to his fingers, it's not enough. It's never enough.
Maybe you're trying to protect others from becoming victims. Maybe you're trying to figure out how to cure others. Or maybe you're here to find some prey yourself. Regardless of the reason, you find yourself at the wrong place, at the wrong time. A scream pierces through the darkening sky, and at the source of it is one of the locals working at the inn, who found himself cornered by a predator on the prowl, his right arm replaced by black-and-red claws and a dark shadow covering the right side of his face. Ragna grabs the man's arm with his claws and rips it off effortlessly, tossing it aside with a wide grin as the other shrieks in pain. It ends just as quickly as it began when Ragna leans forward and then jerks his head to the side, tearing the man's throat out with his teeth. The lifeless body tumbles to the ground as the man watches it with a spine-chilling smile on his face.
But it's not enough. The locals are completely tasteless, so how could he hope to satiate his hunger with one of those? Aaah, there needs to be something, someone that can quench this thirst, even if just for a moment─
That's when his gaze finally lands on the witness to his previous meal. He stares at the newcomer briefly with a blank expression, before the corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk.
A fresh prey has arrived. ]
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[ This might actually be one of the weirdest things that's happened to him in this world, and he's been here for a year, so you'd think he's already used to this kind of shit. But finding himself in front of the City Hall building, staring at some odd screen with another person standing across him, is... new, to say the least. And not necessarily in a good way. ]
What the...?!
[ Ragna glances around in an attempt to get his bearings, but whatever little information he can glean from it only makes him want to blow up the City Hall again. As if the whole roles shit and everything that comes with it wasn't messed up enough, now it's some kind of quiz show they're being forced into? What kind of sick joke is this supposed to be? ]
Hey, Featherweight Lady. Any clue what the hell's going on?
[ "Featherweight Lady"... well, it's better than "She-Bitch", but you know. The bar was low to begin with and Chain hardly looks amused, taking a moment to take in everything in the attempt to have an answer other than "Beats me." ]
It's Chain.
[ First things first. ]
Aside from another case of kidnapping, it looks like we're being "asked" to take some kind of questionnaire. I don't for a second believe that it's going to be just that simple.
[ Ragna ignores the correction, memorizing people's names being the furthest thing from his mind; he'd much rather know how in the world he got here in the first place. He's no stranger to teleportation magic, but you'd think he'd noticed being whisked away by that. Phenomenon Intervention? That seems to be more likely, but it really doesn't answer the question of why the fuck he's getting roped into this. ]
... Great. No way out but to play whatever shitty game they came up with this time... [ The man lets out a frustrated sigh, eyeing the first question. He really doesn't want to play along, but... ] No.
[ The moment he says it, the screen flashes red. He stares at it for a moment, completely dumbfounded. It's not hard to figure out what the implication behind that feedback is, but he has no idea why it would respond in such a way. ]
The hell?! I said "no", you stupid piece of shit!
[ In a truly mature manner, Ragna punches the screen with his fist, but whatever it's made of managed to hold together, surprisingly enough. ]
[ Chain lives in Hellsalem's Lot, so it isn't like she's a stranger herself to the unusual happening and the setting itself warping and dragging the residents wherever to suit its needs. The contents of this questionnaire are a little more concerning and, from Ragna's reaction, it appears to either understand whether one is telling the truth or not or it's specifically guiding a person to say what it wants.
It's too early to tell, and she studies the screen. Well, let's see. ]
... It depends on the person.
[ And it doesn't flash an obnoxious red, causing her to arch an eyebrow. Well, okay then. ]
[ Ragna, too, raises an eyebrow at that, though for an entirely different reason. ]
What kinda cop-out answer is that supposed to be?! That doesn't mean anything!
[ Not that he's remotely invested in whether it's true for the woman or not... it just feels unfair that the thing accepted her shitty reply when his one got rejected despite being true.
It's not like I enjoy hurting most people, but you've never felt a sense of satisfaction in slamming a fist or a foot into the face of someone who absolutely deserved it? How saintly of you.
[ Her explanation is sound, and hearing it Ragna does feel a little silly for overreacting like that. ]
... When you put it this way...
[ Frankly, he was thinking of something more... nefarious? So maybe that's why the dumb thing decided he's lying ─ apparently it can't tell the difference between being petty and being evil.
And speaking of evil, this next question is not... something he wants to address, ever. Just seeing it causes the face of that man to pop up in his head, immediately rekindling the hot burning fires of hatred in his chest. The man clenches his hands into fists at his side, all of his willpower going into not blowing the whole thing up. ]
No comment.
[ Unsurprisingly, the second question does not disappear, seemingly still waiting for a more legitimate answer, whether right or wrong. Dammit. ]
[Things around town were weird(er than usual) and Levi didn't like it. The first few days everything was just on edge, but once he started having visions he was done. He'd gathered supplies to make sure he could last a week and locked himself in his apartment. It was going well, until he found himself out in the square. That was pretty weird and uncomfortable on its own, but once it was over he needed to get back home. If he was lucky he'd be able to avoid any trouble until then.
[ Well, that was a massive waste of time. Ragna seriously thought he might be stuck for the rest of the week there, having been extremely unwilling to cooperate with the bullshit questionnaire. And who can blame him? The questions were... way too personal, almost as if tailored to make the participants uncomfortable. As if everything else going on isn't bad enough to achieve that.
The man is on his way back to the church when he feels... something. It's almost as if his heart started beating all out of rhythm... no, that's not it; it's not his heartbeat that's irregular. For a brief moment he thinks it might be the fault of the whole Gnosia thing, but he knows better than that. This has to be─
Ah.
He doesn't even know the boy he notices walking in a brisk pace some distance away from him, but he doesn't really have the capacity to care who he is. Does it matter? He's a human... a prey to be hunted down, torn apart and destroyed. Like everything else in the world. Burn, smash, rip, break until it's drowned in blood and painted red.
Wouldn't that be... fun? ]
... Hey, you. [ He speaks up, loud enough to catch Levi's attention for sure. He tries to keep his breathing steady, but it's hard to do so when there's a dark shadow seeping out of his right arm, some of it creeping up the side of his face. ] Run.
[Levi pauses as he's addressed, looking over to the voice. He's not sure if he recognizes this guy or not but there was definitely something wrong here. If he hadn't just been warped out into town he might have reacted better, but since it was he wastes a couple seconds trying to go for a gun that isn't there before turning to run.]
[ It's a strange feeling; just a moment ago, he was overwhelmed by fear, distraught by whatever the hell was happening to him. Now? The rush of adrenaline helps make his movements swift, and before he even knows it, he's already running after the boy; he knows what he must do, he knows what he wants to do.
It's not just the man in pursuit of Levi ─ several beastly heads raise from the ground, rushing after the boy. If their teeth as much as graze their victim, he will immediately feel weakened, almost as if... as if they sucked life out of him. ]
[He might have been able to elude Ragna alone, but the heads added another hurdle. He knew how people moved but these things just darted across the ground. He manages to evade a few, but one of them he doesn't quite avoid. The teeth barely even scratched the surface of his leg but suddenly he's having trouble staying on his feet, let alone getting away.]
[ Claude is not so selfless that he's out on the increasingly deserted streets to protect people like some sort of true do-gooder, willing to throw their lives away at the mere chance to save another. But he is invested in putting an end to this, and so has had to venture out of his hiding place every now and then to meet with allies, to lay a trap, to prepare for a dedicated attack on a specific Gnosia they know they stand a chance at taking down.
It's during one of these between-times that Claude has the poor luck of stumbling upon Ragna. He's as stealthy as he can be, sticking close to buildings, cushioning the sound of his footfalls, when he sees the horrifying sight of an innocent man getting his throat torn out by something that seems more beast than man. There's a moment of breathless fear in which he presses himself against the wall, willing himself to remain hidden, safe. A gutless thing to do, perhaps, but he does no good to a dead man by getting himself killed too.
But he's not as silent as he wants to be, and the edge of his bow scrapes against the ground as he slowly rises, catching the attention of his new foe. ]
Damn.
[ He stands there, stock still as a prey animal caught in headlights as he assesses his chances -- and immediately begins to run. He won't be able to flee entirely, he knows, but he'll take the headstart. ]
[Vi is tired. exceptionally tired. there's been so much death, so much murder... and she can only do so much. having to choose repair some of the people from her own world was hard.
she doesn't leave the house without her gauntlets on at this point. they weigh a ton, and they're covered in blood that's going to be hard to get off... but she has to. if there's someone she can punch and try to protect someone else... she's going to do it.
but she wasn't expecting the scene in front of her, Ragna. one of Jinx's closer friends.]
Holy shit.
[her voice sounds a little distant, but she drives herself into a more defensive stance as she levels her gaze at him.]
[ It's disappointment after disappointment. No matter how many of the locals he kills, the result is still the same ─ they never manage to satiate his hunger, not even for a moment. It's almost painful. Ahhh, if only there was something, someone that could soothe this awful sensation, to help him feel whole again...
He feels Vi arrive before hearing or seeing her; her presence stronger and more palpable than any of the residents of Aldrip. As the man turns to face the new arrival, a grin spreads across his face. Finally. To think that in the end, the prey he'd been looking for would come to him of its own volition? He almost wishes he could relish this moment longer, but he can't help himself anymore.
With a low growl that doesn't even sound like it could come from a human anymore, Ragna launches himself forward, not even bothering to draw his sword; instead, he reaches out to grab her with the dark red claws that had replaced his right arm. ]
[oh fuck oh shit he's fast. it's all she can do to dodge and hold her gauntlets up in front of her face. the claws screech against them as she pivots and throws a punch in his direction.]
Knock it off!! Jinx is gonna be really pissed if you do something stupid here!
[she might not have been, had she still been a gnosia. but now that she wasn't...]
[ Ragna doesn't even bother shielding himself from her punch, simply letting the blow connect and send him into the nearest wall. That doesn't seem to faze him in the slightest, as he pulls himself back up and doesn't look injured at all. However, it's Vi's words that give him a pause instead. ]
... Ji... nx...?
[ That name... rings a bell. Is that... someone he knows? There's something important about it... that he's forgetting...
... It's no use; he can't remember. He can't remember anything at all. Everything is dark and cold... and he's so tired. Tired of thinking, tired of trying to fight the little voice at the back of his head telling him that it's alright, he doesn't need to struggle anymore.
All he needs to do is kill. ]
Ah... aaaahhhh!!
[ This time, it's not just Ragna that comes at Vi; several beastly heads form from the shadows gathering around his body, and they all charge at her along with the man, baring their fangs at her. ]
[there's a moment as he goes falling back to the nearest wall, and she takes a deep breath. lets it go. but then it just gets even worse somehow, and she knows that she's probably not going to be able to block that one.
so this time she'll run away for a moment so that she can build up enough momentum to jump against one wall, transferring to the other until she can attempt to jump over him and behind. that's when she'll try to strike him in the back of the head, hoping that she's fast enough that his shadows don't actually realize she's doing this. she knows she's not going to be able to fight those...]
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Ragna the Bloodedge | BlazBlue
1. world's gone insane ( days 3-5 )
cw: human experimentation, child abuse
[ Any person unfortunate enough to have been assigned the role of either Gnosia or AC Follower may stumble upon a dream that doesn't belong to them. The room they find themselves in is completely empty of any furnishing save for a plain bed by the wall. The only source of light is coming from the outside corridor, separated from the area by steel bars. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together ─ the place is a cell, and it's currently occupied ─ though you'd be excused for not noticing his presence at first.
In the corner of the room, a young boy is curled up with his knees pressed against his chest. He's pale and obviously malnourished, which only adds to his overall frail appearance; he can't be older than seven or eight, though his small build makes it hard to tell for certain. If one is familiar with Aldrip's local terrorist, Ragna the Bloodedge, they might notice this boy bears a striking resemblance to the man, although his hair is golden instead of white and both his eyes are colored green. He's wearing simple white shirt and pants that wouldn't be out of place at a hospital, and his gaze is fixed on the floor without making any indication he's noticed the intruder.
A small noise comes from the corridor, and a man can be seen walking past the cell, pushing a cart filled with a bunch of dolls... or at least, that's what they look like at first. Upon closer inspection, however, they turn out to be corpses of children, all similar in age and appearance to the one residing in the back of the room; their bodies are twisted into unnatural positions, lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling as they're being wheeled somewhere deep into the facility to be disposed of.
As that gruesome sight disappears at the turn of the corridor, two new figures appear in the view and approach the cell. A man and a woman, wearing white labcoats and chatting lively as they open the door and enter the room, walking past the intruder like they're not even there, directing their footsteps towards the boy in the corner. It's hard to follow their conversation, as they keep excitedly naming numbers and values of some scientific processes no one is probably familiar with. Finally, they come to the stop, and all the laughter and pleasant talk disappear completely, as they look down at the child and the atmosphere shifts to cold professionalism. The man says a string of numbers and letters that's entirely too long to memorize, before following it with a simple "It's time for testing".
The boy doesn't lift his gaze, and the only movement he makes is tensing up slightly. After a brief moment of silence, he opens his mouth, though his voice is to small and weak only the last part is audible. ]
..ing.
[ The scientists seem caught off guard by this development, as if they're perplexed by the very idea of the kid talking back to them. Somewhat encouraged by that reaction (or rather, lack of retaliation), the boy licks his lips nervously before trying again, this time louder, as he looks up at the two adults. ]
I'm not going.
[ The two exchange troubled looks, and the man lets out a sigh. Just when it seems like they might honor his decision, the man suddenly grabs him by the arm and pulls him up by force, causing the boy to gasp in both surprise and pain. He tries to wiggle his arm out of the adult's grip, but to no avail. As he struggles, the woman pulls a small syringe from her pocket, preparing ]
Let me go! I said I'm not going! I don't wanna...!
2. beast within me ( days 6-7 )
cw: dissociation, blood, violence, murder, cannibalism, etc.
[ These final days of the "game" feel like he's stuck in a dream; everywhere he looks, he sees nothing but darkness that seems to have swallowed the city whole. It's like his brain is covered in dense fog, and thinking takes a great amount of effort. Something deep inside him, the same voice that's been nagging him and encouraging him to do his part as a Gnosia throughout the week has changed, now telling him it's okay not to think too hard about anything. It's tempting to listen to its advice, since he's already tired as it is... so maybe it's fine to just let it go. See how things play out. What's the harm?
...
Once the sun begins to set, Ragna begins to stalk the streets of Aldrip in search of prey. A local or a Chosen, a Gnosia or a human, a friend or a foe, none of it particularly matters to him. There's no rhyme or reason to where he goes or who he attacks; no logic to be found in the bloody trail he leaves behind him. All there is this all-consuming hunger, an animalistic need to sink his teeth into a living being, feel it squirm and struggle as life fades from its eyes.
But even with the thrill of warm blood being splattered across his face, even with pieces of entrails sticking to his fingers, it's not enough. It's never enough.
Maybe you're trying to protect others from becoming victims. Maybe you're trying to figure out how to cure others. Or maybe you're here to find some prey yourself. Regardless of the reason, you find yourself at the wrong place, at the wrong time. A scream pierces through the darkening sky, and at the source of it is one of the locals working at the inn, who found himself cornered by a predator on the prowl, his right arm replaced by black-and-red claws and a dark shadow covering the right side of his face. Ragna grabs the man's arm with his claws and rips it off effortlessly, tossing it aside with a wide grin as the other shrieks in pain. It ends just as quickly as it began when Ragna leans forward and then jerks his head to the side, tearing the man's throat out with his teeth. The lifeless body tumbles to the ground as the man watches it with a spine-chilling smile on his face.
But it's not enough. The locals are completely tasteless, so how could he hope to satiate his hunger with one of those? Aaah, there needs to be something, someone that can quench this thirst, even if just for a moment─
That's when his gaze finally lands on the witness to his previous meal. He stares at the newcomer briefly with a blank expression, before the corners of his mouth curl up in a smirk.
A fresh prey has arrived. ]
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closed | CHAIN
What the...?!
[ Ragna glances around in an attempt to get his bearings, but whatever little information he can glean from it only makes him want to blow up the City Hall again. As if the whole roles shit and everything that comes with it wasn't messed up enough, now it's some kind of quiz show they're being forced into? What kind of sick joke is this supposed to be? ]
Hey, Featherweight Lady. Any clue what the hell's going on?
no subject
It's Chain.
[ First things first. ]
Aside from another case of kidnapping, it looks like we're being "asked" to take some kind of questionnaire. I don't for a second believe that it's going to be just that simple.
no subject
... Great. No way out but to play whatever shitty game they came up with this time... [ The man lets out a frustrated sigh, eyeing the first question. He really doesn't want to play along, but... ] No.
[ The moment he says it, the screen flashes red. He stares at it for a moment, completely dumbfounded. It's not hard to figure out what the implication behind that feedback is, but he has no idea why it would respond in such a way. ]
The hell?! I said "no", you stupid piece of shit!
[ In a truly mature manner, Ragna punches the screen with his fist, but whatever it's made of managed to hold together, surprisingly enough. ]
no subject
It's too early to tell, and she studies the screen. Well, let's see. ]
... It depends on the person.
[ And it doesn't flash an obnoxious red, causing her to arch an eyebrow. Well, okay then. ]
no subject
What kinda cop-out answer is that supposed to be?! That doesn't mean anything!
[ Not that he's remotely invested in whether it's true for the woman or not... it just feels unfair that the thing accepted her shitty reply when his one got rejected despite being true.
What he said was true.
... Right? ]
no subject
It's not like I enjoy hurting most people, but you've never felt a sense of satisfaction in slamming a fist or a foot into the face of someone who absolutely deserved it? How saintly of you.
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... When you put it this way...
[ Frankly, he was thinking of something more... nefarious? So maybe that's why the dumb thing decided he's lying ─ apparently it can't tell the difference between being petty and being evil.
And speaking of evil, this next question is not... something he wants to address, ever. Just seeing it causes the face of that man to pop up in his head, immediately rekindling the hot burning fires of hatred in his chest. The man clenches his hands into fists at his side, all of his willpower going into not blowing the whole thing up. ]
No comment.
[ Unsurprisingly, the second question does not disappear, seemingly still waiting for a more legitimate answer, whether right or wrong. Dammit. ]
Wildcard | Time to die
He was not lucky.]
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The man is on his way back to the church when he feels... something. It's almost as if his heart started beating all out of rhythm... no, that's not it; it's not his heartbeat that's irregular. For a brief moment he thinks it might be the fault of the whole Gnosia thing, but he knows better than that. This has to be─
Ah.
He doesn't even know the boy he notices walking in a brisk pace some distance away from him, but he doesn't really have the capacity to care who he is. Does it matter? He's a human... a prey to be hunted down, torn apart and destroyed. Like everything else in the world. Burn, smash, rip, break until it's drowned in blood and painted red.
Wouldn't that be... fun? ]
... Hey, you. [ He speaks up, loud enough to catch Levi's attention for sure. He tries to keep his breathing steady, but it's hard to do so when there's a dark shadow seeping out of his right arm, some of it creeping up the side of his face. ] Run.
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Kill. Kill, kill, kill kill killkillkillkillkillkill─
It's not just the man in pursuit of Levi ─ several beastly heads raise from the ground, rushing after the boy. If their teeth as much as graze their victim, he will immediately feel weakened, almost as if... as if they sucked life out of him. ]
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2!
It's during one of these between-times that Claude has the poor luck of stumbling upon Ragna. He's as stealthy as he can be, sticking close to buildings, cushioning the sound of his footfalls, when he sees the horrifying sight of an innocent man getting his throat torn out by something that seems more beast than man. There's a moment of breathless fear in which he presses himself against the wall, willing himself to remain hidden, safe. A gutless thing to do, perhaps, but he does no good to a dead man by getting himself killed too.
But he's not as silent as he wants to be, and the edge of his bow scrapes against the ground as he slowly rises, catching the attention of his new foe. ]
Damn.
[ He stands there, stock still as a prey animal caught in headlights as he assesses his chances -- and immediately begins to run. He won't be able to flee entirely, he knows, but he'll take the headstart. ]
2
she doesn't leave the house without her gauntlets on at this point. they weigh a ton, and they're covered in blood that's going to be hard to get off... but she has to. if there's someone she can punch and try to protect someone else... she's going to do it.
but she wasn't expecting the scene in front of her, Ragna. one of Jinx's closer friends.]
Holy shit.
[her voice sounds a little distant, but she drives herself into a more defensive stance as she levels her gaze at him.]
Looks like someone needs an ass kicking.
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He feels Vi arrive before hearing or seeing her; her presence stronger and more
palpable than any of the residents of Aldrip. As the man turns to face the new arrival, a grin spreads across his face. Finally. To think that in the end, the prey he'd been looking for would come to him of its own volition? He almost wishes he could relish this moment longer, but he can't help himself anymore.
With a low growl that doesn't even sound like it could come from a human anymore, Ragna launches himself forward, not even bothering to draw his sword; instead, he reaches out to grab her with the dark red claws that had replaced his right arm. ]
no subject
Knock it off!! Jinx is gonna be really pissed if you do something stupid here!
[she might not have been, had she still been a gnosia. but now that she wasn't...]
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... Ji... nx...?
[ That name... rings a bell. Is that... someone he knows? There's something important about it... that he's forgetting...
... It's no use; he can't remember. He can't remember anything at all. Everything is dark and cold... and he's so tired. Tired of thinking, tired of trying to fight the little voice at the back of his head telling him that it's alright, he doesn't need to struggle anymore.
All he needs to do is kill. ]
Ah... aaaahhhh!!
[ This time, it's not just Ragna that comes at Vi; several beastly heads form from the shadows gathering around his body, and they all charge at her along with the man, baring their fangs at her. ]
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so this time she'll run away for a moment so that she can build up enough momentum to jump against one wall, transferring to the other until she can attempt to jump over him and behind. that's when she'll try to strike him in the back of the head, hoping that she's fast enough that his shadows don't actually realize she's doing this. she knows she's not going to be able to fight those...]