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overjoyed_logs2017-03-14 10:11 pm
lotusmesenpai) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-03-14 10:11 pm
[Open] My demons are begging me to open up my mouth
Who: Kanda & Yu (OTA) | Yoruichi & OTA!
Where: Meshwork
When: Throughout Ch. 4
Summary: Several OTA dreams for both my brats here, may also include closed dreams if they come up.
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, at least for Kanda's. Possibly (probable) nudity for Yoruichi.
Where: Meshwork
When: Throughout Ch. 4
Summary: Several OTA dreams for both my brats here, may also include closed dreams if they come up.
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, at least for Kanda's. Possibly (probable) nudity for Yoruichi.
CW: Child medical experimentation
"Eh?! Um.. that is... humans are born when a man and a woman love each other... but..."
Love each other...?
"That is... Just like us."
Turning with a gasp, you glance over your shoulder, eyes wide with surprised and something almost like recognition as you catch sight of a shadowy figure, formed of mist - a woman's form, slender and curved, shoulder-length hair pulled partially back.
A blink, and the mist dissipate to reveal a young boy around your own age, peeking around a pillar, staring at you with wide doleful eyes, that cerulean gaze fearfully hopeful. It irritates you, sets you off balance - which only serves to spark a familiar, annoyed rage in you once again, and so you do what you always do - you stomp away, ignoring that pleading look to brush past the other boy, to seek solace in the echoing silence of being alone.
Even so, you can hear his wailing voice as your feet carry you further out of the chamber, filled with countless pools, each with an inert body waiting to be awakened like you'd been.
"I wanna... talk... with you guys...WAAAAAA!!!!"
"Yu! Don't be so mean!"
"Don't be so mean, Yu! He was talking to you!"
Your body tenses at the reprimand - enough to have you stop mid-step before turning to glare at scar-faced annoyance currently getting you yelled at. Rather than apologize, however, you sneer at them both and stick your tongue out at the other kid, "Fucking stalker - leave me alone!"
With that, you run from the room.
Down the corridor, fast as you can, small feet casting a metallic ring as you rush along, twisting around corners until you reach the end of a darkened path. There you pause to catch your breath, the short caesura of silence between breaths as a door whisks open noiselessly. Without hesitation, you step inside the frigid room, small arms curling around your chest as if to capture your own heat as you step deeper still, your icy gaze shifting from one stasis pod to the next.
Young faces, older ones - all attached to a mess of wires, all frozen stiff, just waiting to be thawed.
Like you.
"Edgar says you're like us... so maybe... don't wake up. It's better if you don't..."
Your perception shifts, as if the world is suddenly planted on it's side, rattles your head and your feet, utterly disorients you, until you realize...
It's cold.
You can feel hands, so much bigger than yours, curled in an unyielding grip around each of your arms, holding you in place - just before the prickling sting of something sharp digging into your back, anchoring a long tube deep into your torso.
Once. Twice... six times, in total, before you can breathe.
Just a moment though, barely time to catch even half a breath, before those hands drag you forward, force your much smaller hands to reach out, towards a column with what looks like broken angel wings and a headless torso - and even as they force you closer, every part of your soul recoils in fear, in anger.
You don't want this. You don't want that thing. You don't care about exorcists or humanity's need to be protected. You don't care about the Pope or the Church or how you must do this for the war, how you have to become a becon of hope for them all.
You just want the pain to stop.
"Yu, synchronization will commence."
Those beautiful, terrifying wings curl forward, each long 'feather' stabbing deep into your sides, impaling your lungs as if trying to reach your heart. It feels as if lightning is coursing through your body, tearing through muscle, shredding open wounds along your arms, bursting out through your chest, feels like it's shattering your legs and you scream and scream but nothing stops it.
Not the blood dripping from each new wound, not the way your teeth bite through your lips, not the tears streaming unheeded by all within the chamber, leaving clear tracks through the crimson on your rounded cheeks.
Dimly, you can hear a familiar voice, that boy's screams echoing your own until their's cuts off abruptly.
"Professor. Alma's heart has stopped beating. Approximately 420 seconds until regeneration..."
"...Damn Innocence..."
Breathless, the condemnation falls from your lips, but no matter how much you curse it, nothing stops the excruciating pain for you, not until the agony spikes, blood bursting from countless wounds over your body, spatter the immaculate robes of your tormentors as your heart stutters to a stop - much as his had - and your body splashes down, lifeless, in the shallow puddle of water surrounding the column.
"...approximately 580 seconds until the rebirth of Yu."
Fire sparks along every nerve in your body, burns you from the inside out...
You wake, screaming in agony, rage fueling your awareness, sends you skittering back even as the wires piercing your chest recoil back into the ceiling, beyond your reach.
"You nearly died, Kanda. We had to fibrillate your heart. I'm starting to think you're going to be another failure."
Your teeth clench, cut through the soft tissue of your cheek, leaves the coppery tang of blood on your tongue as you push unsteadily to your feet. A scowl darkens your features as you ignore the way your body trembles, automatically dismissing the plethora of cuts seeping crimson - these are closing even as your hands curl even tighter around the blades in your grip.
"Fuck you."
Vitriol in the youthful tenor, lips peeling back into a snarl as the door opens. This time five adult males enter the room, each wearing a convicts rags. That voice again, muffled with an electronic edge, "A pardon to the one that kills this failure."
I won't die, bastard. Not for you.
As if to prove this, you move. It's almost a dance, the way you weave in between forms twice your size, each flick of their own blades parting your flesh, sending red rivulets down pale flesh - but your blades are truer. Find vital organs with an economical easy, until you're once again, the only one standing.
The floor is slick with blood, your bare feet warmed by the viscous fluid, head hanging low as you struggle to catch a breath.
"Hn...Again, Kanda."
He hears the wisk of the door opening and raises his eyes. He's larger now, nearly a full-grown man. Bodies still litter the room, blood still covers his bare feet, oozes from wounds already healing as he lifts aching arms. A blade in one hand and a firearm with a half-spent clip in the other, hedoesn't snarl anymore.
No, now his face is a stoic mask, blue eyes unnaturally calm - emotionless - as he spits out slowly, "You're going to die here." The I refuse to left unsaid.
(OOC: Left aligned = canon memories & right aligned = false OJ memories! The people interacting are the same for both locations so... Edgar speaking., Kanda's original beloved speaking., Alma speaking, Church clergy man in charge of Second Exorcist experimentation.. Will match prose or action tags!)
Something's bleeding through
[Not one to mince words, Kanda snaps back at the person working with him - just before he takes a running leap. He all but flies over the gap between the buildings before he tucks, rolls, and then springs back up to his feet - already sprinting across the lower rooftop.
Once more, he thinks this city is strange - unlike anything he's seen in the Quad, to be sure. The buildings are taller, more antiquated looking, and yet the bright lights of 3D signs blend in a chaotic riot designed to fool the eye.
But not so alien as to hide his prey - now only half a rooftop before them - the distance closing rapidly even as he hears the other person land and follow behind him.
Each breath is hard, deep, in time with the swift falls of his feet as he pushes harder, faster, until he reaches the edge of the next roof.
Rather than jump, however, he skids to a stop, lifts his firearm, takes aim... and then the shot.
It hits, as he knew it would, right where the heart should have been.
Rather than fall, however, the man's body stops, stands still... and then begins to change. Muscles bulge unnaturally, as of something too great to contain....
He watches in growing disbelief as their target's body continues to write and twist grotesquely, his free hand dropping to curl reflexively around the hilt of the sword at his waist.
And then it happens - the man's body seems to explode, skin shredding into nothingness as a large... thing... expands from the man it had been.
Blinking, Kanda's eyes widen and then narrow, jaw setting in a hard line.]
...the fuck is that supposed to be?
no subject
Such that he barely notices when things start to split away, when he stops being the boy with the cobalt eyes and instead there's the nearly-grown man standing before him with that expressionless mask pinned tight as a sheet, all it's unruly corners tucked away (and that, too, is something he knows).
Slowly, as though he's uncertain of the parameters of his own body, unsure if he's really here and if it's really his (is it ever his though? No, it isn't), Giovanni cants his head in a canine gesture of consideration. Curiosity, almost.
His voice comes smooth and flat as a pebble worn down by the crashing of the waves.]
No. I'm not.
no subject
A distant niggling sensation at the back of her mind insists she's faced a similar situation before.One hand settles on Excalibur's pommel at her side, ready but not yet drawn, while she studies the hulking creature their target has become. It's damn big for one - not necessarily a problem so long as they're both light on their feet - and most likely layered with muscle. Getting a clear shot to put it down might take a while.
Unless... ]
The thing on it's head. Do you see it?
[ An eye? Maybe a decoy...? Either way, worth checking out. ]
Say it with me: Soba is sacred.
Ones where, all he really wants is a nice, steaming cup of green tea and a plate of chilled soba.
Really, it's the only thing driving his feet forward just then.
Nearing the window, he opens his mouth, the requested breakfast right there on the tip of his tongue -
Right before a short, white-haired brat cuts in front of him.
"Jerry! Can I get stew, and pork cutlets, and oh! roast with grilled potatoes, and a veggie omlette with rice, and... hm... two helpings of soba? I want to try something new!"
... this bastard.
His too polite, too friendly voice grates on every last one of Kanda's nerves, and his hand curls around the hilt of Mugen in a knuckle-white grip, and he's just about to shout at the annoying brat to get the hell out of his way when the flamboyant cook passes an overloaded tray out of the window to send the kid on his merry.
Taking a breath, he reigns it in. Because finally, Kanda can order.
"Oh. Sorry Kanda... Allen just ordered the last of the soba. I should have some more made by this evening though!"
His temper, something ever close to the surface (especially when it comes to this white-haired disaster) simply snaps.
Spinning on his heels, Kanda's hard voice rings across the dining hall. ]
Fucking Beansprout! I'm really going to shave your damned head for this!
Heck of a first meeting, idek
It was all he said, eyes flicking around to take in whatever he could. The bodies weren't any sort of new thing to him, but this guy...well. That expressionless face was new, and interesting - but why would it be? There was a strange niggling worry in the back of his mind - but not nearly so much as the weaponry.
Not that Ryner was too worried. He had more than enough room to evade, and did so fairly easily. But this guy was good, and more than that, he was determined, so Ryner had to step his effort up a little.
"Hey. Let's go get a drink instead, this is dumb. I don't wanna kill you."
no subject
I have no intention of spilling my insides into such a sloppy scene. [His sword is drawn, ready, but its swing will only come if the surge of self-preservation building in his gut erupts.]
ur mom is sacred
Rhys happens to be that individual. ]
Oh, what the hell man! Just--look! Ugh! Do you have to yell like that every time? I was gonna eat that...!
[ Naturally Rhys blames this entirely on Kanda and not his own poor nerves, but really. He'd like to argue that anyone would be startled is the person you were walking by suddenly turned and snapped like that.
The guy should at least pay for replacing his lunch. ]
WOW. His mom is an incubation pool in the bottom most levels of a research facility.
How is that my problem, Finder?
[Turning back to look across the canteen, he's just in time to see the last soba noodle disappear into the gaping maw otherwise known as Allen's mouth. Cutting his gaze back, he arches a brow.]
...the fuck you still here for? I'm not cleaning your shit up for you, idiot.
but is she single
But then again this is Kanda and Rhys of all people, and the latter of the pair is going to point rather accusingly at the former. ]
It's your fault my lunch went everywhere, shouldn't you at least--oh, I dunno--apologize?