[The crack in the air is Fandaniel's only warning as the form of a teenager turns into a monster. Thanatos roars amidst the silence, like an unchained beast, before it ruthlessly tackles Fandaniel to the ground.
The pavement cracks below him, and his gloved hands are wrapped against his throat. When Ryoji - no, Thanatos speaks, it comes with a monstrous echo.]
Is this dramatic enough for you?
cw: choking, suicidal ideation, this isn't the first time these cw warnings have come up help
[Fandaniel cannot help the reflexive gasp as he's violently thrown to the ground. The skull-like visage above him doubles and swims before he can regain focus. His mind races too hard for him to notice that his focus returns more slowly than it should.]
M-My!
How lovely to properly meet you at last.
[The Ascian reaches out to wrap his hands around the creature's wrists as it chokes him. Below him, he can feel his sides, back and shoulders ache. They will be bruised for certain. Maybe his bones have broken. It is difficult to feel the pain through the rush of adrenaline between his ears.]
You are as dramatic as I'd dare to hope...
[And the toads seem to agree, if their rounds of croaking applause are anything to go by. Still, Fandaniel craves more.]
But surely you have more in you, yes?
[Maybe, he thinks, maybe this wonderful creature will kill me. Killed by death itself under a mistletoe is a fine way to go.]
[The ring of coffins surround their silhouettes, like the advanced procession of a funeral.
But Thanatos is not here to kill, only to maim. He will satisfy Fandaniel and the frogs, but nothing more. Not even the bloodlust beating against his eardrums. This is a self-imposed test, you see. Control your own instincts as the monster you are, and perhaps he can use this form to everybody’s benefit.
His sword remains sheathed. The darkness seems to pool from the ground, cursed thorns wrapping their way around his limbs — well. As if Fandaniel would find it in himself to escape.
One, two, three. There is a rhythm to a beating once you get into it. Ryoji’s careful enough to not hit anything vital, but he embraces the monster in him that wants Fandaniel to bleed.
Only when he feels Fandaniel teeter close to a mangled form or to death does he finally stop.]
[He says with an accusatory giggle. Blood trickles from his lips as he speaks.
Oh, there will be bruising. Many ribs are surely broken... Where had he left the first aid kits? He'll have to set the bone before he can perform any healing magicks. Should he bother with healing magicks?
The pain makes him feel light-headed and giddy. In moments like this when he is teetering at the edge of ruin, he feels a rush of wonder. If he dies, where will he go? When he awakens again, who will he be? Whose face shall he wear?]
You stopped just short of doing enough damage to kill me. If I didn't know better, I'd think you knew what you were doing.
[Thanatos remains expressionless amidst the laughter. Not that one can see what his face looks like underneath the mask — and does it matter, really, when he is but an instrument of death and slaughter in this form?]
There are many fates worse than death. [He pauses, head tilting.] But you know this already.
[He withdraws his fist to the cheer and bloodlust of amphibians.]
How does it feel then, to be alive? To be in such pain? It makes you want to end it all, yes? But I will not grant you your wish.
[A slash of TV static, and in his place reemerges Ryoji once more. His solemn expression set in stone, as if he’s keeping his heart under lock and key. On his fists remain the bloody evidence of what has just occurred.
Fandaniel might not have a first aid kit, but Ryoji does. He has developed a habit of carrying them ever since his lessons with Ethlyn.]
I don't know any healing spells, so it would have to do.
[Life and death come hand in hand, isn't that what they say? Besides, after seeing himself deal so much pain to others, he wanted to be able to save lives as well. Even if it goes against his nature.
There's not much he can do with the bruises and the internalized bleeding, but he can at least disinfect and wrap gauze against his external wounds. He looks around for a stick he could use as a makeshift splint.]
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Alright, fine.
[But then his frown turns into a smidge lower than usual, suddenly serious.]
I know what you're capable of, with our one trip to that hall of mirrors one time. But can you handle what I'm capable of?
[He doesn't want to accidentally kill a friend, after all.]
cw: suicidal ideation
[The Ascian chirps and bounces on his toes.]
Likely not. You are Death after all. I may shatter into pieces beneath the fury of your blows...
But there is only one way to find out, hmm?
cw: choking. bones breaking optional?
Very well.
[The crack in the air is Fandaniel's only warning as the form of a teenager turns into a monster. Thanatos roars amidst the silence, like an unchained beast, before it ruthlessly tackles Fandaniel to the ground.
The pavement cracks below him, and his gloved hands are wrapped against his throat. When Ryoji - no, Thanatos speaks, it comes with a monstrous echo.]
Is this dramatic enough for you?
cw: choking, suicidal ideation, this isn't the first time these cw warnings have come up help
M-My!
How lovely to properly meet you at last.
[The Ascian reaches out to wrap his hands around the creature's wrists as it chokes him. Below him, he can feel his sides, back and shoulders ache. They will be bruised for certain. Maybe his bones have broken. It is difficult to feel the pain through the rush of adrenaline between his ears.]
You are as dramatic as I'd dare to hope...
[And the toads seem to agree, if their rounds of croaking applause are anything to go by. Still, Fandaniel craves more.]
But surely you have more in you, yes?
[Maybe, he thinks, maybe this wonderful creature will kill me. Killed by death itself under a mistletoe is a fine way to go.]
cw: general violence fandaniel get some help
But Thanatos is not here to kill, only to maim. He will satisfy Fandaniel and the frogs, but nothing more. Not even the bloodlust beating against his eardrums. This is a self-imposed test, you see. Control your own instincts as the monster you are, and perhaps he can use this form to everybody’s benefit.
His sword remains sheathed. The darkness seems to pool from the ground, cursed thorns wrapping their way around his limbs — well. As if Fandaniel would find it in himself to escape.
One, two, three. There is a rhythm to a beating once you get into it. Ryoji’s careful enough to not hit anything vital, but he embraces the monster in him that wants Fandaniel to bleed.
Only when he feels Fandaniel teeter close to a mangled form or to death does he finally stop.]
Are you satisfied?
cw: more fandaniel shit
You stopped.
[He says with an accusatory giggle. Blood trickles from his lips as he speaks.
Oh, there will be bruising. Many ribs are surely broken... Where had he left the first aid kits? He'll have to set the bone before he can perform any healing magicks. Should he bother with healing magicks?
The pain makes him feel light-headed and giddy. In moments like this when he is teetering at the edge of ruin, he feels a rush of wonder. If he dies, where will he go? When he awakens again, who will he be? Whose face shall he wear?]
You stopped just short of doing enough damage to kill me. If I didn't know better, I'd think you knew what you were doing.
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There are many fates worse than death. [He pauses, head tilting.] But you know this already.
[He withdraws his fist to the cheer and bloodlust of amphibians.]
How does it feel then, to be alive? To be in such pain? It makes you want to end it all, yes? But I will not grant you your wish.
[A slash of TV static, and in his place reemerges Ryoji once more. His solemn expression set in stone, as if he’s keeping his heart under lock and key. On his fists remain the bloody evidence of what has just occurred.
Fandaniel might not have a first aid kit, but Ryoji does. He has developed a habit of carrying them ever since his lessons with Ethlyn.]
Stay still. I have to bandage your wounds.
cw: themes of self harm
Pain has always been a good diversion. It's a lodestone, drawing his thoughts away from the eternal torment of his despair.]
Death carries a first aid kit?
[He murmers in amusement but remains obediently still.]
My, you are an interesting creature.
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[Life and death come hand in hand, isn't that what they say? Besides, after seeing himself deal so much pain to others, he wanted to be able to save lives as well. Even if it goes against his nature.
There's not much he can do with the bruises and the internalized bleeding, but he can at least disinfect and wrap gauze against his external wounds. He looks around for a stick he could use as a makeshift splint.]
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You don't?
Not a surprise, I suppose. Is death even capable of healing magicks?
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I'm...not sure.
[He wants to learn, to be honest. Maybe as a form of rebellion against his nature.]
But I want to try, regardless.
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[His words are clipped by a low groan of pain.]
You must have a good teacher, then.
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[His smile is bright, even as he focuses on his work.]
Ethlyn-san held up some training sessions before, and she made everything very easy to follow.