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Post by Kurogane Kōki on Mar 18, 2024 10:31:22 GMT
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so i throw away this human form of mine
[attr="class","dramaturgytagged"]TAGGED aoyagi koto / ryoko | - |
[attr="class","dramaturgypostwrap"] [attr="class","dramaturgypost"] The men here have never witnessed such impulsion, such off-leash wrath— never before have they tasted the full extent of such violence and anger: rage born from a man so precariously tethering on the edge of his own sanity that his own mind might just bury him alive before he can dig himself out. [break][break] It started as two different opinions, two opposing forces mingling with a taste of impatience. A drunkard had thrown the gauntlet, claiming he’d take the Mizukage’s head himself if the rumoured assassin didn’t succeed. It was a playground provocation at best, a dig that turned quickly into a flurry of invectives that quickly spiralled into his claim that he knew the assassin themselves. His friends try to hold him back; it was harmless harassment, just a prank, they’d said. It wasn’t as if the man was physically able enough to fight even an academy student. [break][break] Kōki at first agrees with the assessment. He warns them with few stern words to watch the man more closely, lest he anger someone with less patience than he. [break][break] But before they can drag him away from worsening the situation for himself, the drunkard spits at the swordsman, and at that point all Kōki can hear are empty apologies and a weak ramble of pretext to get him to let the fool go. [break][break] Kōki, you can’t just punch the shit out of everyone you don’t like. [break][break] His fist connects with soft tissue and rigid framework, over and over again until the crunch of bone and the spray of blood plays like a recital, and the song is brought to an end in a chorus of wet sobs and blubbering prayers. There’s flecks of blood painting his deadpan expression when he tosses the man against the outer wall of the Mizukage’s office; he slumps limply against it, all whispers and whimpers. [break][break] “You said you have information on the would-be assassin. Talk.” Kōki says, not the slightest hint of sympathy or any discernible emotion in his voice. He knows the man probably has no such knowledge, but finds himself enjoying the justice of seeing a fool bleed from almost every orifice on his face a bit too much. His friends had long abandoned him, deciding to follow their better judgment of not invoking the further wrath of one of the seven swordsmen. [break][break] At the very least, it will tide him over while he waits for the rest of his team to arrive. [attr="class","dramaturgynotes"] b-rank mission: protect the mizukage[break] pre-mission violence is a great warm-up. | [attr="class","dramaturgystats"] 065 HP [attr="class","dramaturgystats"] 100 SP [attr="class","dramaturgystats"] 060 DP [attr="class","dramaturgystats"] 065 CP [attr="class","dramaturgystats"] 060 AP . |
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