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] valerie-dark.livejournal.com 2007-03-25 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
alerie was definitely subdued, and it looked as if the plan to stay together was already starting to go awry. No matter. If they had to fight, they would, whether Valerie wanted them to or not. She flung her back pack in the air and grabbed it with one hand, unzipping it and taking out the helmet. She clicked her heels together and the outfit materialized over her skin, and the helmet was now on.

Not good, she thought to herself, wincing at the pain from last night. This was destined not to go well, but relying on Danny and Misha wouldn't be right. She didn't want either of them to get hurt, and she'd brought this on herself for stupidly fighting Larxene in the first place. She looked over at Danny and saw that his eyes were glowing green, and while that rattled her, it didn't make her want to take her eyes off Dan.

"Let's do this," she muttered, bringing the ecto-gun up in front of her shakily.