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paixaorpg2007-03-11 11:59 am
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Two Dead Guys [Complete]
Character(s): Betelguese, Matt
Content: Betelguese says he knows a way to get out, which Matt wants to know very much.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, the one near Muepelheim (N3)
Time: A little bit after this thread
Warnings: None, as of yet
It wasn't that he was usually a twitchy individual, but when he ran out of cigarettes (a catastrophe he hadn't suffered from for the past three years) that he began getting anxious. And now, when he was back to life after dying (so he assumed, as long as this wasn't hell), and stuck in a strange city, the fact that all he had in his pocket was an empty packet was the icing on the cake. Taking one last drag before tossing aside the stub of his last smoke, he slouched in his chair, casting around nervously at his surroundings.
Where the hell was that loon? ...he wasn't one to normally just offer his services left and right to people, but this was different. The situation he'd left behind before his death was catastrophic; he'd promised to meet Mello at Nagano and get the two of them out of there, but now that he was here instead of there, who knew what had happened? Anything was possible. The police caught on with Mello, or maybe even killed...
"Fuck!" Swearing under his breath, he scanned the crowd once again for some sign of the man who'd offered him a way out.
Content: Betelguese says he knows a way to get out, which Matt wants to know very much.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, the one near Muepelheim (N3)
Time: A little bit after this thread
Warnings: None, as of yet
It wasn't that he was usually a twitchy individual, but when he ran out of cigarettes (a catastrophe he hadn't suffered from for the past three years) that he began getting anxious. And now, when he was back to life after dying (so he assumed, as long as this wasn't hell), and stuck in a strange city, the fact that all he had in his pocket was an empty packet was the icing on the cake. Taking one last drag before tossing aside the stub of his last smoke, he slouched in his chair, casting around nervously at his surroundings.
Where the hell was that loon? ...he wasn't one to normally just offer his services left and right to people, but this was different. The situation he'd left behind before his death was catastrophic; he'd promised to meet Mello at Nagano and get the two of them out of there, but now that he was here instead of there, who knew what had happened? Anything was possible. The police caught on with Mello, or maybe even killed...
"Fuck!" Swearing under his breath, he scanned the crowd once again for some sign of the man who'd offered him a way out.
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When the other stood up, he'd automatically thrown himself out of his chair out of instinct, sensing something was going horribly wrong; the next moment, the burst of light assaulted his eyes, and his vision went a pure, blissful black, along with a jagged pain that went shooting through his temples. The sounds of high-pitched screaming and the crash of furniture surrounded him as he cast about blindly, trying not to panic. Fuck.
His overly sensitive eyes were still in mid-recovery when he felt the chains wrap around his body. Though he struggled against them, there was just so much he could do, and a large majority of the air in his lungs escaped in a harsh gasp, the chains pressing tightly against his chest. "D...dammit..."
His pace quickening out of fear, he kicked madly as he felt himself being levitated. A small portion of his vision was beginning to return, though this wasn't necessarily an improvement; as far as sight went, he barely caught a blurred glimpse of the Bio-Exorcist's manic expression before being thrown forward. A small, strangled cry escaped his throat when the blunt force hit his head, and he shuddered. The pain was tremendous.
Betelguese's words rang in his ears as he shook his head, trying to gather his scattered thoughts amid the terror that threatened to take over his mind. Mello, the things I will go through for you... His blurry vision was now accompanied by a searing pain in his eyes, and he could feel a dull throb in his head, but he still managed the slightest hints of a grim smile. Fuck this shit. He'd faced off against three dozen armed bodyguards before, a fucking poltergeist couldn't be any worse.
The coppery taste of blood from where he'd bitten his tongue stuck to the back of his throat as he spoke, somehow keepinng his voice from shaking. "...and what use would I be to you dead? If you're aiming for souls, mine isn't exactly the purest one you'd want."