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.]

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[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[...Scarecrow has the oddest feeling he knows what red rings are powered by]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[THE MOAR YOU KNOW.

Emil stands there, watching the acid drip down the wall.

And then, in a quiet voice:]

... I can feel you.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[mildly]

The last time Joker said that to me, I had to ask Harleen over to distract him. It's so hard to picture Emil with a ring fuelled by rage.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil's head snaps in Scarecrow's direction.]

Stop acting like you understand me.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You? I said nothing of you. Only those rings. Those I understand better than anyone else here could.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Then stop playing around and tell me how to get this thing off.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You have a black band on yours, correct?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. What about it?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Can you also see coloured auras around people?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Maybe.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

At the least, that is forming a pattern, then. And I take it you're feeling even more angry than you usually are?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have a problem if they didn't lock me up in here!

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

What the hell does it look like?!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[watching him carefully]

There are far crueller prisons. You should try the baths. They're good for calming the nerves.

Don't be scared. I'm certain they'll release us eventually.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Your logic won't work on rage against the Machine.]

They could keep us here forever and you'd never know the damn difference! [He coughs a few times. Ew, more blood.] I won't let them DESTROY ME.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[if Ratatosk calms down, Dr Crane wins. If he goes crazier and destroys things, Scarecrow wins. Hurrah!!]

Now why would they want to destroy you?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Isn't this great?]

It doesn't matter! I'll destroy them FIRST!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[Aww, look at the completely insane smile!]

And yet you can't even destroy their palisade. Are you even sure who they are?

... you actually did it. dshfklsd

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

E-Emil!? [ THAT WAS KIND OF FREAKY. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He's cute like a puppy running into walls.]

I know who's behind this. I know them. [His words literally drip with malice. It's pretty scary.] I'll rip their little painted HEADS OFF!

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[...disturbing, yet oddly fascinating]

Where does Emil go when you're here?

/PUKES ON

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil's grip on his sword tightens. His eyes lock on Roxas, furious.]

SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!

[He's /THIS/ close to climbing up the walls.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I am Emil. Are you dumb and blind? Why don't I just put you out of your misery right now?

EWW TREE GERMS.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Whoa. ]

H-hey, chill out! We'll figure something out, right? All of us.