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tampered2008-01-05 04:30 pm
baptisminblood.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-01-05 04:30 pm
LOG // ONGOING
When; Today
Rating; R, for violence.
Characters; Akechi Mitsuhide (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baptisminblood), Sasaki Kojiro (swallow_cut), and anybody observing from a safe distance. :3
Summary; After waiting in anticipation for the right time, Kojiro and Mitsuhide take to the streets to satisfy their bloodlust and create a massacre.
Log;
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Swish, swish…
The City was filled with chaos, and Mitsuhide was restless.
He had avoided killing humans, even after reforging his friendship with Kojiro secretly. The secondary personality found the idea disgusting and abhorrent, but had settled happily for hunting on the underground and reaping the blood of the monsters there instead. There was entertainment to be found in such beasts, of course, in their deaths and the efficient strikes with which Mitsuhide killed them, but the first personality could not be satisfied with such meager challenges. The second one had held it back for a while, but…
Swish, swish…
It was finding it hard to do so now. The spreading chaos and panic had brought with it the scent of blood, and getting a lungful of that salty, copper taste was exciting the bloodlust of the first to the point where it was becoming more dominant and in control again. Death! It wanted to kill proper humans, or at least humanoids, to fight properly and look into their eyes as they died on the blades of his sharp scythes, then watch the blood trickle from those same blades as he pulled them free from flesh. 'They'd' taken Waverly too... and that had ignited his anger and only fuelled his bloodlust further.
Swish, swish…slam!
The blunt end of his right scythe was slammed into the ground, and Mitsuhide chuckled.
It was an unsettling sound, the sign of an internal battle gone horribly wrong.
“Mmm… he whispered, voice managing to be both passionate and icy, both shy and alert, “I can’t take this anymore, heehee! I need to get out. This simply won’t do anymore! I need to kill them... for what they did... and because... I want to... oh, Kojiro, please hurry!”
The one visible blue eye gleamed softly, the other hidden behind a veil of silvery hair. Mitsuhide was a beautiful figure, and looked almost fragile to the naked eye. Many people had thought so in the past, but those were usually the ones who died the quickest. If you looked closer, you could see it, and if you were really attuned to the world around, you feel it. Something…. Not quite right.
Rating; R, for violence.
Characters; Akechi Mitsuhide (
baptisminblood), Sasaki Kojiro (swallow_cut), and anybody observing from a safe distance. :3Summary; After waiting in anticipation for the right time, Kojiro and Mitsuhide take to the streets to satisfy their bloodlust and create a massacre.
Log;
--
Swish, swish…
The City was filled with chaos, and Mitsuhide was restless.
He had avoided killing humans, even after reforging his friendship with Kojiro secretly. The secondary personality found the idea disgusting and abhorrent, but had settled happily for hunting on the underground and reaping the blood of the monsters there instead. There was entertainment to be found in such beasts, of course, in their deaths and the efficient strikes with which Mitsuhide killed them, but the first personality could not be satisfied with such meager challenges. The second one had held it back for a while, but…
Swish, swish…
It was finding it hard to do so now. The spreading chaos and panic had brought with it the scent of blood, and getting a lungful of that salty, copper taste was exciting the bloodlust of the first to the point where it was becoming more dominant and in control again. Death! It wanted to kill proper humans, or at least humanoids, to fight properly and look into their eyes as they died on the blades of his sharp scythes, then watch the blood trickle from those same blades as he pulled them free from flesh. 'They'd' taken Waverly too... and that had ignited his anger and only fuelled his bloodlust further.
Swish, swish…slam!
The blunt end of his right scythe was slammed into the ground, and Mitsuhide chuckled.
It was an unsettling sound, the sign of an internal battle gone horribly wrong.
“Mmm… he whispered, voice managing to be both passionate and icy, both shy and alert, “I can’t take this anymore, heehee! I need to get out. This simply won’t do anymore! I need to kill them... for what they did... and because... I want to... oh, Kojiro, please hurry!”
The one visible blue eye gleamed softly, the other hidden behind a veil of silvery hair. Mitsuhide was a beautiful figure, and looked almost fragile to the naked eye. Many people had thought so in the past, but those were usually the ones who died the quickest. If you looked closer, you could see it, and if you were really attuned to the world around, you feel it. Something…. Not quite right.