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eswareinmal2012-07-19 05:38 pm
bondsoflove) wrote in eswareinmal2012-07-19 05:38 pm
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Orb, RD11, somewhere in or just outside Schwanheim.
[A young man is backing away from view, staring forward with confusion. He has no idea what the orb is, has never seen anything like it, and is threatened by its presence.
He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.
He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.
After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.
His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.
He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.
He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.
This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.
He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]
If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.
He tries hitting it, to no avail. The sword, which looks a little too big for him, doesn’t work either.
He makes a noise of frustration and drops the sword with a clatter, pacing the little room in circles. He keeps a wary eye on the orb, waiting for it, or something inside it, to attack him.
After a while, he balls his hands into fists and sinks down against the wall, teeth gritted. He glares, no longer at the orb but at the floor, and pounds one fist.
His face contorts with some unseen pain, and he rocks himself back and forth, jaw clenched around silent sobs--his eyes are screwed shut as water leaks down his face and drips from his chin, his jaw. If you listen closely, you can hear his breath hitching in time with jerks of his shoulders.
He shakes his head--releases and re-clenches his fists. He’s mouthing ‘no, no’; he bites his lip and stops breathing completely, terrifyingly still.
He lets out his breath with a gasp and sucks it back in, harsh. Freezes again.
This repeats for a few minutes, but it seems to calm him. The rocking slows, and his breathing is less jagged and desperate. Finally, rubs his forearm over his eyes.
He focuses on the orb again, and his gaze flashes murderous, wild red. His voice is raw and full of more fury than should fit in his small, slender body.]
If this is an imprisonment, let me the fuck out before I set this whole place on fire.
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I'm not little.
I haven't been little since my entire clan was massacred because of a petty feud.
[Fists clench.]
I haven't been little since I was left alone to carry all of their hatred, all of their suffering, and bring them vengeance.
[He pounds his fist on the wall.]
I HAVEN'T BEEN LITTLE SINCE THE KONOHA DOGS FUCKED ME OVER AND TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME AND LAUGHED.
[And, considering he's a fire knight who's just gotten emotional, the rug is on fire.
...shit.]
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Are you alright? Do you need help?
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That was unsettling--feeling the release of chakra without having any control over where it went or what it turned into. He's shaking by the time the fire has been put out into smoldering threads of fabric.]
--fine.
[He deflates, leaning against the wall.] Absofuckinglutely fine.
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I'm not your enemy. I hope you realize that some day.
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My offer still stands.
[ And then the orb goes dark. ]