terrence "24/7 internal battles" nowell ([personal profile] overstrain) wrote2019-06-29 05:23 pm
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[personal profile] suddenlybees 2019-11-25 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You need to stop giving up so easily. How can you say something is impossible if you don't even try?

[ It'll work. He has two demons on speed dial right on his arm if Orien would just let him go and do his thing. And if they can't help, he know more— stronger and more powerful demons and he would sacrifice the entire world just to bring Ellie back. He doesn't care. The rest of the world means nothing.

"You promised you wouldn't Con—" Ala tries to cut in, but Kano just gives her a look and she closes her mouth, looking away. Any longer, and she'll become a Shadow. The mask he wears, the "cuter and nicer Kano," is one that he's thrown away because it won't help him in this situation. It's a mask made for other people's sake, and he scorns it now. ]
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[personal profile] suddenlybees 2019-11-25 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I know that. Nobody should be able to control life... not because it's impossible, but because it goes against morals or laws or whatever the fuck. I don't care. I'll dirty my hands if nobody else will.

[ He doesn't have time to be chatting with Orien like this. Even necromancy has a time limit.

He summons Ala again, but in her dragon form to slam into Orien, to pick him up in her claws and get him to release Kano no matter what it takes. If she could speak, she would say sorry, and goodbye, but all she can do is flap her wings and roar, black smoke enveloping her body like she's already on the verge of falling apart. ]
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[personal profile] suddenlybees 2019-11-25 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt.

He can feel Ala screaming and crying but it doesn't hurt and it doesn't matter. The moment he's free even the tiniest bit, he grabs a jar from his pocket to smash against his knee, bringing the broken edge of the glass up to plunge deep into his neck and tear it open.

It doesn't matter. Without Ellie, his life has no value anyways. ]