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]

[Dr Crane? Sowing seeds of fear? Never!]

[This is, by the way, that reassuring face that doctors put on before they tell you very very bad news]

I'm afraid so.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[OHGOD. Crane can see the wheels spinning in his head as he attempts to calm himself down and be a determined, hopeful little shounen. Minus the hopeful.]

... I... I can handle it.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I still think you should rest first. Or at least dry off.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil's expression is dark, but he tries not to show it, instead bowing his head.]

... Okay.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Come to find me when you feel better. There is certainly something to be done about it.