tenth pact ❖ {s'blood}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[A darkly-dressed blond moron stares at one of the high walls of the onsen.]

You think this place can hold me? Think again!

[He immediately begins attacking it with his saw-toothed sword, using moves that would shred any person or living thing. But they seem to bounce right off. More than once, he jumps up and attacks the wall in a flurry of fire, but it still doesn't work.

And Emil grows more frustrated.]

Let me out! LET— ME— OUT!

[He lets out a roar and goes practically feral on the wall, dark aura tangible, punching and kicking and screaming, and then-- a sickeningly red substance emits from his mouth in a scythe that splats against the wall, hissing. Only then does he stop and back off, gasping, blood dripping from his mouth.]

What... the hell... did you do to me?! Show yourselves, you little bastards!!

[ooc: ... He's kind of mad. Um. Beware? LMAO. Red rings and all of that. His also has a black band, for those sensitive to that kind of thing.]

Comments

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

No, actually. Your lack of control kept me alive just now. And my experience with the violent and unstable population of Gotham, I suppose.

You are Emil, but you called yourself 'us.' Is there any reason for that?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil seethes.]

Stop talking! Just DIE!

[He's managed to work himself up to anger again, and low and behold, another blood scythe speeds toward Crane.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[this time, Scarecrow lets the shield go, but he's away from the line of the weapon]

How nostalgic.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Shutup shutup SHUTUP! [He bounds forward. Now there's blood pouring from his fingertips and his mouth at the same time, acidic, amorphous and kinda nightmare-inducing. To people who aren't Scarecrow.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Maybe not nightmare disturbing, but it is a bit grotesque. That's why Scarecrow's response is to draw out a flock of birds from his ring and send them at Emil, but just before they get to him, they burst into hundreds of feathers like a shield and in the feathers, Scarecrow uses his ring to give him the sky]

[He's trying to pretend he wouldn't kill Emil if it came to it]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[The sky, huh? He's disoriented. Good job, Scarecrow! He's not afraid of heights, but he does not enjoy the sensation of being weightless either.]

D-- dammit!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[What, the tree doesn't like being uprooted? Scarecrow looks perfectly at ease with this, despite having been tossed out of a helicopter just last year]

I think this fighting is doing you ill. I have enough experience with these rings to know they take something out of the one using them.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Very funny.]

I don't have anything to take!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

There's always something to take. These rings use emotions, feed into them - eat at your mind to support those emotions. It wouldn't be difficult for me to guess what your ring's emotion is.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I want it off. Why can't I take it off?!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

The black band, likely.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Damn it...! There has to be a way— I have to protect her, and that means getting the hell out of here!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Is love what all this anger comes from? What a monstrous distortion.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Love? I'm only doing this because I want to restore Ratatosk's power, not because I actually enjoy her company. She's an obnoxious, clingy brat, but she's more likely to live through this than you are.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

This being what, precisely? Please, enlighten me. You've created so many interesting questions with your actions today.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Why are you so damn calm?!

[He's trying to break out of the illusion, even if he doesn't know how. GO RAGE]

I hate it!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

When you've spent a week at Arkham Asylum, I think you'll understand. For your sake, I hope it never happens.

[Of course, the use of the ring means that there is fear eating him from the insides, but how is that a new story? Fear has always formed the Scarecrow. It's the most manageable and familiar thing in the world to him.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[And as far as this Emil knows, anger is all he has going for him. He wants to destroy this place. He wants to destroy all the filthy, stupid creatures living inside it.

... And he has no idea why.

The fact that Crane might know even a /little/ bit more than he scares him, because underneath the rage and the nonchalance, he doesn't know who or what he is. He knows he isn't Emil, but he doesn't dare let anyone else onto that. Crane really hit a nerve earlier.

All of these thoughts and more are starting to eat at him. Thoughts of what he would do if he was separated from Marta. Thoughts of Marta dying in his arms upon his return. He doesn't even realize it's the other's ring.]

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! STOP IT!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid that I have no idea what it is you want me to stop.

[for the briefest of seconds, he looks like a Scarecrow with a blood-drenched scythe, but it's gone so quickly it could be nothing more than a trick of the mind]

If you want control, shouldn't you find that Marta of yours?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Let me go... let me go... let me go you— you twofaced—

[Even Ratatosk doesn't know what's going on with himself anymore. He falls to his knees, clutching and clawing at his temples. And then he screams. It's the sound of a dying man, and it leaves him panting there in the shallow water, the world behind his eyes flashing red and white.

And then he simply says nothing.]

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Dr Crane drops down beside Emil. He lands surprisingly well for a frail old guy, really.]

[Also, having watched The Exorcist one Arkham Movie Night, he's wondering if he should grab the holy water now]

Emil? Are you all right? What just happened was bound to take a lot out of you.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[HAHAHAHAHAHA]

Nnh...

[Emil lowers his arms. There's a glint of light blue, his ring. Wasn't it red before? Huh.]

... Professor?

Why am I all wet?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[That completely confirms his theory]

Emil? There is a matter we need to discuss.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil stands up and shakes the water off his clothes.]

W... what is it...?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Perhaps when you've had more time to rest. I think the information might be a shock, and I wouldn't want to disturb you presently.