http://tenyears-doom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tenyears-doom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-03-22 10:02 pm

Armageddon is Dan's SLAVE. (Open?)

Characters: Dan, Danny, Valerie, and Misha.
Content: Dan knows he is in the same area as Danny and Valerie, and that little Misha girl. And he makes DUPLICATES! 8D
Setting: Vanaheim area (G5)
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Sadistic streak is gonna come in at one point...and setting up for Dan being in multiple places at once.

Dan floated randomly down the path of Vanaheim. He was NOT a happy camper. He had just endured TONS of crappy weather on his way up here. If he didn't find Danny and his motley group of friends soon, he'd have to go on a killing spree. He'd never gone this long before without seeing some form of blood or hearing someone scream from him.

But when he'd see Danny, oh when he saw him. He'd ruin that boy's body and mind, waste him into nothing. He refused to turn into him, he had better be ready to pay the price. His mind would be trashed, his life would be ruined, and then he'd be stripped (literally and figuratively), and whipped. That boy would be whipped halfway to death, and then--ooooh-- Dan would disfigure his spine. He'd crumble his backbone, and then, for an added touch, perhaps pull out a few organs. He loved how warm and sticky human blood was, even if he adored the goopy traits of ectoplasmic blood.

Dan looked up at the sky. Grinning, he figured that he had better find a way out. After Danny, the entire town would come, and then he'd go and escape. Go find another town in this strange place to ruin. No town was complete without being smashed to ruins. He split up into five people, three of the duplicates going in the direction of other gates and the final going to the centre. The original Dan stayed, grinning in bliss, his plans swirling about happily in his head.

[identity profile] angelicklutz.livejournal.com 2007-03-31 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Valerie-chan," Misha said softly, unhappily watching Dan and Danny. "Why are they fighting'su?" She understood that sometimes people were angry at each other or didn't like each other on principle (look at how Sacchun and Nyaa-san fought!) but fighting was bad. How could she let her friends fight? And if they wanted to fight so much... how could they be her friends?

The angel girl didn't notice yet, but she was starting to glow that strange magenta light again. It was faint, but it was there.