It's dark and scary and like a Test of Courage but somehow ten times worse. There are monsters everywhere and he would very much just like to get back to his house and hide under the blankets until it's over. Except, he's not entirely sure where that is, right now. With the way everything's changed, it's hard to find his bearings.
And it probably doesn't help that he's running right now.
About a block away, following Tsuna at a very deliberate pace, is a tall man with a similar haircut. He wears a sharp black suit with a black tie, and it wouldn't take long to put together that in a few years, this might be who Tsuna becomes. But hopefully not, because this Tsuna's expression is a lot colder, and the flames burning around him lack the familiar warmth that Tsuna's do. That warmth that wants to welcome and protect.]
You can't run forever, Tenth! It was your choice that led to this!
Safehouse
[In whatever safehouse he's found, whether it's a business or a storehouse, Tsuna has probably found a wall away from the door and is pressed up against it, trying to make himself small. He's breathing hard, from running, and maybe looks a bit singed from the few times his doppelganger has managed to catch up him.]
How am I even supposed to stop that thing?
[He knows what he is accused of is a crime, but it's a burden he's taken on willingly. It's a hard situation to be in.]
A Boss's Memory; Magician and Strength cw: descriptions of suffocation and violence
[The memory starts with a dark void. There's a thin sliver of light that you try to chase after but it's gone before you can take a step towards it, encasing you in black. If there are walls here, you don't know where they are. The air is thick and heavy and you are sore and tired. And with each breath, it just gets harder. And the question can't help creeping up. What happens if you die in here?
Is that it? Is it over? Does Byakuran win?
And then, light, briefly, from the ring on your middle finger. You barely have time to register it before the light is shooting into your forehead and the darkness fades. But it fades into unwelcome sights. The sound of gunfire as gangsters fight in the streets and civilians run for cover, bombs exploding and leaving behind carnage, children being left behind in an assassination attempt.
Nine figures surround you, each face hidden by a mask of orange flames.]
This is the Sin of the Vongola. This is the Greatness of the Vongola. Do you accept it?
[Wildcard]
[ooc: Want something different? Want to plot? urbaninja]
Tsunayoshi Sawada | Kateyou Hitman Reborn
[Tsuna hates this. He hates all of this.
It's dark and scary and like a Test of Courage but somehow ten times worse. There are monsters everywhere and he would very much just like to get back to his house and hide under the blankets until it's over. Except, he's not entirely sure where that is, right now. With the way everything's changed, it's hard to find his bearings.
And it probably doesn't help that he's running right now.
About a block away, following Tsuna at a very deliberate pace, is a tall man with a similar haircut. He wears a sharp black suit with a black tie, and it wouldn't take long to put together that in a few years, this might be who Tsuna becomes. But hopefully not, because this Tsuna's expression is a lot colder, and the flames burning around him lack the familiar warmth that Tsuna's do. That warmth that wants to welcome and protect.]
You can't run forever, Tenth! It was your choice that led to this!
Safehouse
[In whatever safehouse he's found, whether it's a business or a storehouse, Tsuna has probably found a wall away from the door and is pressed up against it, trying to make himself small. He's breathing hard, from running, and maybe looks a bit singed from the few times his doppelganger has managed to catch up him.]
How am I even supposed to stop that thing?
[He knows what he is accused of is a crime, but it's a burden he's taken on willingly. It's a hard situation to be in.]
A Boss's Memory; Magician and Strength cw: descriptions of suffocation and violence
[The memory starts with a dark void. There's a thin sliver of light that you try to chase after but it's gone before you can take a step towards it, encasing you in black. If there are walls here, you don't know where they are. The air is thick and heavy and you are sore and tired. And with each breath, it just gets harder. And the question can't help creeping up. What happens if you die in here?
Is that it? Is it over? Does Byakuran win?
And then, light, briefly, from the ring on your middle finger. You barely have time to register it before the light is shooting into your forehead and the darkness fades. But it fades into unwelcome sights. The sound of gunfire as gangsters fight in the streets and civilians run for cover, bombs exploding and leaving behind carnage, children being left behind in an assassination attempt.
Nine figures surround you, each face hidden by a mask of orange flames.]
This is the Sin of the Vongola. This is the Greatness of the Vongola. Do you accept it?
[Wildcard]
[ooc: Want something different? Want to plot?