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Post by TAYLOR WALLACE on Nov 17, 2012 17:14:18 GMT -8
Let’s play a game, she says. It’ll be fun, she says.
Of course he would have to play to find out. That was how it always was, and there wasn’t anybody to change that rule. Apparently the villains loved surprises. Taylor wasn’t sure that he liked them anymore. Surprises were cool, except when it was a death present.
Guess what? The robots were offering him a death present.
Well, it didn’t matter; Taylor was accepting it, the fool.
Taylor’s eyes narrowed – he’d never said he was good at Japanese. Oh, wait, no. The Vocaloids just wanted to make his life difficult. His life was already difficult, now they were making his chances of surviving border at around zero percent. Well, it’s not like he expected to get out.
With a large bang, rubble, stones, and concrete came crashing down, leaving a large cloud of dust as it settled, and completely sealing off any exits that the boy might’ve wanted to have. Well, now he definitely wasn’t getting out.
Thanks to that, the lighting pretty much failed – there was only a little bit of light that peeked out from the top of the rubble. The atmosphere was suffocating – perhaps it really was suffocating him, but he wasn’t able to tell reality from non-reality. All he knew was… he was probably going to die today.
And that fact scared him.
He found that his feet were trembling furiously, his eyes stung, and he was incapable of responding to anything the Vocaloids managed to say, or sing. His head wobbled, and his eyesight was fuzzy. He couldn’t die – he had things to do, people that he needed to tell he loved for the last time. Sasha, mom, his buddies at school… he probably wouldn’t ever get to see them again, and it was all because of this stupid concert. He should’ve never come, but it was too late to feel regretful. Now he was supposed to try and survive the ordeal.
Taylor opened his mouth to say something, to ask a question. He took a step forward and raised his hand, almost as if he were reaching for the materialized holograms.
He heard a sickening crack.
Taylor couldn’t turn around to see the perpetrator, but he knew that something had fallen down on his head, hard. He couldn’t breathe, and the world was turning blacker than it already was. Golden hues rolled to the back of his head, and the young boy succumbed to gravity. He fell to the floor with a sickening thud, but he was still conscious, but barely. His body was busy attempting to cope with the pain, nothing else mattered, not the Vocaloids, not the suffocation, not his love ones, not even the one who attacked him.
It hurt so much…
He felt tears filling his eyes, but he made no attempt to wipe them away. He let them fall sideways along his cheek, but he wasn’t able to make any sound. The world was being cruel to him. The world hated him.
What had he done to deserve what he was getting? He had already suffered from family problems, and now he was being plopped into a life or death situation.
Did anybody really deserve that?
The young boy could feel his consciousness fading away, but he held onto it like it was the last of his life. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would succumb to eternal slumber; he’d never wake up to see the light of day again.
So the boy lay there, writhing in pain, and wondering what exactly he’d done to anger the gods.
WORDS!: 604 TAG!: Alec, Viktor, Kittim DATED!: April 20th, 2012
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Post by F A T E on Nov 20, 2012 21:55:55 GMT -8
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The noise monster smiled as it saw the body of the man that was just in its fingers hit the ground, warranting some injury. The sound was like music to its ears. But that one other guy... he just had to stand in the way The monster decided to deal with that one later, since it didn't seem like it would be escaping anytime soon. Plus, there was that other man that needed to be tended too. All those things he was throwing at it - futile. But the annoyance rate was ticking higher and higher, until the monster grabbed one of the fallen items thrown at it and hurled it at the man.
It really hoped that Victor would get hit by it, but the monster knew that not everyone got what they wanted. It let out yet another roar, preoccupied with the two men who were challenging his power that it had temporarily abandoned it's little cube that it should have been guarding. It was on the complete other side of the room, so it wasn't too worried about it.
Now these humans... they could be picked off.
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A sickening crunch and the blue-haired boy was on the floor, slowly losing consciousness. Suffice to say, the Vocaloids were not happy about this. They had just suddenly been robbed away from a happy little game. Sure, they had been planning on destroying the very fibres of the boy once this game was finished and he lost, but they hadn't even been able to start at all. This man. He would have to pay.
Then again, maybe this wasn't so bad of a deal. They were dismayed of not being able to destroy Taylor for themselves, but that could be ignored. This man... he could very well be a good replacement for this boy. After all, it wasn't fun if the boy had been all too willing. Now this man. Yes, thing were about to get interesting. The game still set up, Miku walked through the holographs, kicking aside the unconscious body of the boy before. He still wasn't dead yet? Well, perhaps later.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 20, 2012 22:24:35 GMT -8
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Immediately after seeing the boy fall to the ground with a loud, sickening crack, Alec became nauseous. He had been so caught up in the moment that he somehow convinced himself of Taylor's involvement with the plan, but now the solidified holograms stood in front of him, beckoning him to play some sort of game. The lighting in the back stage was a bit dim, but Alec could clearly see the Vocaloids enough to know that they were actually standing there. Before, they were simply holograms dancing on the stage projected by a bunch of lights, but...now they looked like real people. Had they always been real people? Alec hadn't paid that much attention beforehand, but now he wished that he hadn't walked away when he did. Regardless, he was here now with his pipe in hand, ready to smash some heads in. Something told him that it might be a bad idea to go through with this, but an even worse feeling overcame him when he considered a full-on assault. If they were still holograms, he would just phase right through him. He had seen enough weird for the day, but now he just had to figure out what his next move should be. The only thing he could think of to do was to play their game and see what it came down to.
"This has to be a trap, but I won't make it out of here unless I try. And what if I lose?" Alec questioned them with a determined look on his face, making his greatest attempt not to break eye contact and that fierce look on his face. He wanted desperately to throw up and crawl away, but his survival instincts kicked in and told him that he had to make it out of here in one piece first. Then whatever happened...well, happened. He had to keep his mind clear and his heart from racing because he was going to need all the instruction he could get. A few beads of sweat appeared over his brow, making his skin slightly crawl as he wiped it away. His facial expression was locked into place - no matter what, he wasn't backing down from this challenge. He stopped those primal urges and focused on the two standing in front of him. "Whatever the challenge is, let's get it over with. I've got an exit to get to and some people to save."
Damn, Alec! That sounded heroic! Now you've just gotta get your sorry rear in gear and figure this one out. You've got people out there counting on you, so don't screw this up. You can handle whatever they throw at your way. The sounds of his inner turmoil went unheard aloud, but deep inside the recesses of his mind he was still having a panic attack. Now he just stood there, waiting to see how it all unfolded, oblivious to the men outside fighting the noise monster.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2012 23:26:36 GMT -8
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However, the small victory of managing to mostly dodge the metallic debris quickly ended when his fear settled back in. This monster was capable of so much damage and destruction just by its voice alone; the fact that it had such strength only made the elemental all that more threatening. What the hell could he possibly do on his own to defeat that monster? As far as he could tell: nothing. Absolutely nothing. At the rate things were going, he and this other blonde man would die here because of the creature.
"There has to be something," the blonde Russian murmured to himself as he quickly scanned the room once more for something, anything to cause more damage to the monster to in order to survive. But there was no- Oh wait, what was that on the other side of the room? Boxes? Viktor questioned internally as he spotted the cubic items thrown about on the other side of the room. They looked sturdy enough to cause the monster some sort of damage if he threw them at it. That would totally work.
But that would mean leaving the defenseless man on the ground by himself while he went to retrieve the boxes. How could he possibly leave someone that was currently incapable of fending for themselves alone to face a monster? The emotional side of him groaned in anguish as guilt began to bubble up inside of him, but the logical side of Viktor managed to overwhelm his emotions; it was either he ran and started throwing the boxes to busy the monster with or they both died there. That's when he made up his mind.
Making a mad dash for the boxes with all the adrenaline currently flowing through his veins, Viktor quickly grabbed one of the boxes and ran back some of the way before throwing the box at the monster. Whether it hurt it or not, he had no idea. But all he knew was that was currently the best idea he had now that the stage was destroyed.
Swiftly repeating the process a few more times before running out of boxes, the fearful side of Viktor wanted to scream in terror once he realized there was nothing more that he could throw. What the hell else was he supposed to do now? All the exits were closed, there were people littered all over the place with their ears bleeding, there is a poor defenseless male probably dying and that headache of his was worsening.
Why in the hell had he come to this godforsaken concert?
As he slowly started experiencing a little meltdown, something caused him to pause once he noticed another cubic thing on the ground. It wasn't anywhere near as large as the three-foot boxes the blonde male had been throwing at the monster, but it certainly was big. What was even weirder was that it was silver and white with hearts on it. What in the hell is this for? he wondered internally as he took a step closer to it, grabbing the cube in his hands to observe it for a moment.
Despite the fact that his logical side was screaming at him to throw the cube at the monster seeing as denser objects would cause more damage, he couldn't. There was something odd about the cube he couldn't quite place. But again...
What the hell was this thing for? WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps NOTES: throwing all dem boxes, yo~ [/style]
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 24, 2012 20:07:34 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable][classy=header] you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Stabs of overwhelming pain pulsed through his injured left arm from the damaged muscle and, lower on the limb, the broken bone almost in unison. It melded together to render the limb completely useless. Black spots flickered across his vision as the pain alone threatened to drag him into unconsciousness, yet he fought it off. The hideous creature rampaging within the concert hall was sure to finish the job is he gave into the pain. He still had so much to live for. This couldn’t be how Kittim’s life was going to end.
If he died here than he would never become the model he dreamed of being. The world would be denied the chance to admire his gorgeous visage and envy how well he wore the clothes fashion designers crafted with skill and care. Worst of all, if he was going to die, Kittim would much rather pass on in a more attractive and dignified way. He wouldn’t pass on as a bloodied lump of flesh some bad-mannered monstrosity decided to crash a concert he was looking forward to with all his heart. He refused!
Squeezing his eyes shut, hot tears rolled down his face uncontrollably in response to the agony in his arm, however, he was still conscious. With that beast roaming around, it was all that mattered. Kittim just needed to get up. All the exits were barred, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a way to survive. After all, unlike the people strewn across the floor, he wasn’t affected in the same way as the rest. His head only throbbed in response it’s terribly noise. There was no way he could fight it, but at least he could do something. Anything.
By some manner of miracle, while he lay sobbing in a steadily growing pool of his own blood, he hadn’t been finished off by that thing. Why hadn’t it come to finish the job? He finally opened his eyes (one eye actually) and craning his head to see what was going on. Yellow flashed in the murky darkness and smudgy brownish gray objects arched through the air to hit that thing. It seemed the other man was trying to fight. It didn’t seem to be doing any good though. How did that guy expect to win against a monster?
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Post by F A T E on Nov 25, 2012 15:33:11 GMT -8
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He was trying to throw boxes at the monster, now was he? That would only do so much to annoy the monster, since it really wasn't the best idea for the man. Except... except what was that in his hands? No... that couldn't be. He had the cube! Impossible. It had gone through so many pains to try to destroy the two humans, that one of them had even gotten to the thing it had been trying to protect!
Oh no, things were getting heated up now. The monster needed to retrieve it now. Maybe... maybe it just needed to change its strategy. While it had just been trying to exert his power by brute force, perhaps it needed another game plan. The man with the cube was agile enough to escape its grasp... but the other was injured.
If Viktor had a conscience, then he ought to abandon the cube for him. The monster ignored him for the time being, hopping over to Kittim. It grabbed the injured man, letting out another scream, only in joy instead of annoyance.
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It was an almost sickening joy to watch as the Vocaloids started their game. Even though they appeared to be more innocent than they were, they were still so happy that someone would play their game with them. It was only a hope that they would deliver to their highest expectation. Almost as though... they would be free from these destructive bodies and tendencies. They didn't know it, of course, but the fact was still evident. After this game... It would all be after this game. The outcome would be determined after this. The first cords of this song started to sound. Luka came up with that sickish smile and sung the first few words, waiting for him to sing along afterwards. They weren't too hard... It was just rapping in Japanese, is all. If he could handle that. Numbers will be drawn the next round. Be prepared. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 25, 2012 21:24:29 GMT -8
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So Alec was supposed to recite every word of the song that was now playing back to the Vocaloids without a flaw and with perfect pronounciation. If he were one to fill his pants, now would be the time to do it. But instead, he still had some of the aftereffects of his previous adrenaline rush. The sour, acidic feeling that rumbling deep in the pits of his stomach lingered as well, but he had to calm himself and focus on the task ahead of him. There was no way he'd be able to keep up with her while repeating everything, especially in another language, but there had to be some way they could make it out alive. If he did escape somehow, there'd be permanent damage. His department store job would pale in comparison to what he was about to do.
But how was he going to do it?
He attempted analyzing what he had been told, but he still wasn't sure how it was possible. But there had to be some loophole, right? Some way around all of this. If he could figure that out, he would be free! The only thing that came to mind was that they never said it had to be within a certain time frame and that he didn't have to recite it all within the tempo it was sung in. But he couldn't lag too far behind because then he would have to play catch up and he would get confused with all of his words. This was the moment of truth - it was now or never, and he chose now. He took a deep breath and began reciting the words carefully, albeit just a tiny bit slower than his foe and making sure to pronounce it exactly as best as he could.
Taylor was on the ground still, not moving, so he was either unconscious or dead. Alec still felt like the worst person in the world for doing what he was doing. How could he have acted so quickly? Now the only way he could make it up to the boy (if they both lived, that is) was to get him out of here safely and to ensure he was doing okay. But at this point, Alec felt that there was no hope left for either of them. But right now his focus was entirely on the lyrics, singing them and hoping that he didn't screw up, pipe clutched firmly in his right hand still. If he had to, he would go haywire, but he hoped it wouldn't come down to that. He'd much rather scream like a girl and run away.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2012 6:00:38 GMT -8
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Honestly, what was this cube doing there among all the boxes?
However, his fascination and wonder over the odd cube was put to a halt when he heard a screech behind him. Turning right around to the sound, he put a hand to his head as his headache started acting up once again; he was somewhat convinced that the pain shooting through his head was going to make his brain explode. The pain only lasted for a moment though once his eyes came across the monster holding onto the effeminate blonde male.
I knew I should have not left him behind, Viktor mentally growled, currently stuck between being deathly afraid and angry at not only the monster, but at himself. What the hell was he going to do now that the other man was captured? It's not like he had any brilliant way of saving him and running away from the monster; they were trapped inside the damn building with this hellish creature. Getting out safely was out of the question for right now; was there even an emergency exit around here?
Tentatively taking steps toward the creature, the blonde Russian kept the strange cube under his arm while keeping hazel green eyes on the monster. Maybe... Maybe it would bargain with him? Perhaps it believed in a fair trade... Since when do monsters do things fairly? the logical side of him questioned, making him want to bash his head against the wall for even thinking about such a thing.
"I will have to do this another way," he murmured to himself, walking even closer to the noisy being. Normally he would've thrown this cube at the creature, but he couldn't bring himself to use it as a weapon; and the lack of knowledge about this cube made him want to keep it to find out its purpose. So what was he going to do? Well, he was going to try to trick the creature.
Sure, it probably overpowered him by at least three-fold and yes, he was at a disadvantage, but what's life without challenges? Safe, his logic noted, making him want to laugh at his own foolishness.
A small part of him was hoping that he would come up with something right on the spot... Or perhaps that he suddenly gained the favor of some celestial being and that they showed him mercy. But the chances of that happening were slim.
Well, at least he had his bullshit plan of trying to trick the monster. Was it going to work? Nope, probably not. But it was all he had and he was going to work with what he had. He just, you know, had to ignore the fact that he was pretty much deathly afraid of the cacophonous being.
"Hey monster, how about trying to take me on, eh?!" the Russian shouted at the creature, holding the cube under an arm.
He was probably an idiot for drawing the thing's attention, but he had to save the effeminate man somehow. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps NOTES: throwing all dem boxes, yo~ [/style]
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 28, 2012 16:00:24 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable][classy=header] you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Nothing the other man did appeared to have any effect on the noisy abomination that dominated the room with its fearsome presence and head splitting cry. It was to be expected when their only weapons were boxes. Kittim considered the pipe piercing through his arm for a moment, but the pain and dangers associated to removing it made him dismiss the thought. He didn’t need to be concentrating on fighting, anyways. Anything he could do was likely to be as useless as the other blonde’s attempts. It would be useless to fight.
Kittim’s main concern needed to be his survival and so far, as far as he knew, the only means to accomplish that was to hide. However, his body refused to comply with him with the pain overriding everything else. It was a miracle he had even remained conscious through this whole ordeal so he hadn’t the slightest clue how he was going to even get to his feet. He didn’t even get a chance to try either. Before he registered what was happening, the nightmarish being was upon him.
What he could only refer to as fingers coiled around his slender form once the creature had closed in on downed blonde. With expected ease, he was lifted from the bloodied ground and brandished like a prize as the creature let out a jubilant cry. For a long time, Kittim had been struggling back and forth between despair and sheer stubborn will power. He was persistent with his mind set on surviving, but he began to waver once he’d been injured. The horrified monster had him now, yet he did not feel despair washing over him.
The feeling bubbling up to fill the blonde’s every cell was that of intense anger. How dare this hideous thing put its hands on him, not once, but twice in one life time! Did it not know who he was? The blonde screamed, but the sound was full of different emotion than what was to be expected. His peaceful life, as boring as it was, had been disturbed by this things appearance. It ruined the concert he was so excited for and even his precious arm! The scar he was bound to have was bound to be horrific and disfiguring.
Kittim prided himself in every bit of his appearance; however, his skin was his most treasured aspect. He moisturized it often, taking every precaution to keep it healthy and blemish free. Yet, without any care for the damage it had done, this despicable monstrosity put all his care to waste. A scar. One single disgusting scar would ruin everything. There was no way his wound was going to heal without one. Despite all the damage it had done to him, it still wasn’t even finished with him?
He was afraid, however, his anger out shone any trace of fear and the adrenaline now pumping through him dimmed the pain in his arm. The blonde, knowing no other way to deal with the monster, began to kick his feet wildly with no care where his feet collided. “Let me go!” He screeched. “Let me go you ugly freak! Your ugly better not be contagious! Hideous freak of nature! Let go!” Even if his struggle was hopeless, he would never forgive this freak of nature for attacking him a second time after ruining his arm!
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Post by F A T E on Nov 28, 2012 21:04:12 GMT -8
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NOISE MONSTER VS. KITTIM & VIKTOR | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;]
BATTLE RANKS . 3.00 vs 1.00 NUMBERS . 1 . 2 . 3 vs . 4 GENERATED . 2 VICTORY . Noise Monster
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Power seemed to ripple through the monster as it gained new found confidence. For whatever reason, it felt a lot stronger. Even the human's useless pleas in his hand didn't so much as make it bat an eyelash (although such things he didn't have). Was a monster ugly? Well, it had always assumed they were, with the exception of few, so Kittim's cries on made the grin on its face all the more wider. He didn't look scared, but that would only change in a matter of minutes. The noise monster was sure that Fate was on its side this time.
The monster was just about to make an end to the noisy, yet amusing, little human in its hand when it drew its attention at the other blond. Viktor was definitely wishing for a death sentence. It was about to resume back towards the certain death that would have been the effeminate man's fate, if not for the cube.
The cube... that needed to be taken care of first. For the second time, Kittim had been lucky. The monster put the man down roughly, charging towards the other. That cube... needed to be protected by it. To have such filthy hands dirty it, how could it have let this happen? | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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BATTLE RANKS . 2.50 vs .50 NUMBERS . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 vs . 6 GENERATED . 1 VICTORY . Vocaloids | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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BATTLE RANKS . .50 vs .25 NUMBERS . 1 . 2 vs . 3 GENERATED . 2 VICTORY . Alec (Death) | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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The Vocaloids were absolutely not amused. He had cheated. Cheated! And yet, they supposed it was their fault for not being absolutely clear. Americans, they obviously couldn't even grasp the basis of concepts. And just like that, Luka sped up the pace, at an even more ridiculous tempo than the one she was already rapping in. If he so much as slipped one beat behind on this new and improved tempo, when he was already behind so much, the outcome would be more than obvious for the humanoid Vocaloids.
The tempo increased incrementally until their victim was so very behind. Cue the end of the song and... the grand total was a rather bad score. Better for them, they supposed. "You lost." Miku made a grab for him. The other Vocaloid chimed in a various octaves, forming an eerie minor chord. "You lost. You lost. You lost." Slowly surrounding the boy. "You lost." | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;]
If you have any questions, PM Fate. Please note a loss does not mean death. Be creative. Residue will be posted at the end of the event as well as everyone's roles in this event. Groups may not interfere with the other groups since the numbers have already been drawn. Taylor will die - Senri please PM Fate (or skype Bubbles) about the details of his death that will soon be posted on here. Everyone else - have fun surviving. | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 29, 2012 19:02:47 GMT -8
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Alec's favorite thing to do was to laugh. He enjoyed life and was a very optimistic person in general. But for some weird reason, he couldn't find anything to laugh it. There was nothing to smile at, and there was simply nothing amusing about this situation. Now the Vocaloids were pissed off, and one of them even grabbed at him. Thankfully Alec was smart enough to keep his eyes open, and he was able to sidestep Miku. It was a fairly close call, but he knew that he couldn't stick around anymore with them. It was outrageous how they tried to trip him up like that and THEN claim he was cheating! Something like that was to be expected, though, because what villain or monster had he ever seen on television that played by the rules? He had to figure someething out, and he had to get out of there soon.
The air around Alec seemed to solidfy, taking his breath away and sending frigid chills down his spine. He had no time to think! He turned to see the other Vocaloids surrounding him from behind, but he had no time to stop. He burst into the fastest sprint he could, swung his pipe with his left arm just before he tucked and rolled, barely squeezing by in a very clumsy, movie-style stunt. He had made it through them, but now he had to act quickly and think later. Just as he was getting up and to take flight again, he grabbed the nearest thing closest to him - a large piece of wood from the previous debris. He turned and threw it at the closest Vocaloid's head, hoping that it would hit the monster because of their realitively short distance still. He didn't stop either - as soon as the wood left his hand, he turned and ran towards the pile of rubble to find something useful and stop them. There was a small mechanical box to his left and what appeared to be a small beam on his right, but that didn't seem to mean much to him...until he realized that the box could have been the box used to control the music in the arena. Running as fast as he could, he lunged for the box, trying to reach it in time.
Alec would attempt to power the machine and turn it on as loud as he could get it. Would he lose his hearing from this? Most likely. The Vocaloids started as a hologram but now they were solid creatures, so they couldn't be immune to the vibrations produced by the sound right? If he couldn't get it to turn on or work, he'd just attempt to throw it at the oncoming enemies anyway, trying to buy himself enough time or at least knock them out. There was no guarantee that this was even a music box, but at least it would give him something to pit against those demons. He had to do something and quick - survival was the name of this game.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2012 21:21:33 GMT -8
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Not wasting a moment, the blonde male started sprinting with the cube in his arms. Although all logic pointed at him throwing the damn cube at the monster to slow it down or even letting it go so he could run faster, he kept a tight grip on it. Why? Well, he had a very slight hunch that maybe the cube was something really important and that getting rid of it would certainly spell death.
Was it a weird hunch that had very little basis? Most definitely.
But then again, the fact that he was being chased by a creature made up of noise was just too bizarre to be logical.
Dashing over the bodies of people with careful awareness, Viktor ran around the area with all hopes of keeping out of the monster's grasps. He was well aware that it wasn't going to be long until he got tired of running around, but his fear and adrenaline was what kept him moving for the moment. However, that headache of his was still beating against his skull and kept him from thinking.
There still had to be something he didn't think about to stop the monster. But the only thing was, what was it?
Since he wasn't paying to much attention, he practically fell on his face after tripping over a metal rod. Stumbling forward, the cube fell out of his arms as he hit the ground hard. Body protesting in pain and fatigue, Viktor pushed himself off the floor. Only then did it hit him that the cube was no longer right in his reach. In fact, it was a little ways away from where he was next to a speaker.
Huh... a speaker.
Taking a quick glance back, he noticed the monster was right on his tail. Adrenaline kicked in once again as he ran as fast as he could and latched onto the cube again. However, instead of running like a bat out of hell again, he stayed next to the speaker for a moment.
This creature was made of noise and if he could get the speaker to work, he could probably disrupt the monster's frequencies with lots of feedback and maybe even weaken it. It was an ideal plan, but the problem was that he couldn't exactly get to the back of the stage to turn up the speaker system to get his plan to work.
So much for that idea.
Leaving that idea behind him for the moment, Viktor started once again with the cube in his arms. The likeliness of him surviving this was slim now that the thing was after him specifically.
Life is a bitch. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps NOTES: tired and scared shitless, but running like a pro~ [/style]
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Dec 3, 2012 18:39:13 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable][classy=header] you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Almost as quickly as the noisy monstrosity had lifted him from the blood stained concert hall floor it was dropping him roughly back to it. He lay back on the ground, completely convinced it realized its mistake. It could have at least set him down with more care though. Seriously, how rude could the ugly freak get? With a bitter scoff, he decided to see where it was off to. The moment he lifted his head up, however, he realized it had just found a different target. Rude much. Well, it put him down like he wanted.
He couldn’t really be picky as long as he got his way after all. Even if the monster wasn’t paying attention to him for the other blonde, he was glad not it left him alone in the end. He realized that there were just moments where being the center of attention wasn’t necessary like when there was a freaky monster looming about with intent to kill. If it getting ignored for someone else meant he was going to have a chance to live then so be it. Although, he did feel a little bad for the other guy since he was pretty cute.
There was no time to waste anymore. This was his time to act. If he wanted to survive than he needed to do something about and he couldn’t just let a perfect chance go to waste. In spite of the pain from his broken and punctured arm, he rolled himself in a way that he could get to his feet with the help of his good arm. The previous encounter left him with an adrenaline rush that proved both helpful. With the pain dulled to manageable levels he was sure he could manage something.
Moving quickly, he started off towards the first direction his eyes landed. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had in mind in terms of hiding places but there had to be somewhere he could go. Would hiding even do him any good? If he did escape the monster, he would die of blood loss unless he got the jagged metal pipe out of his arm. There had to be some way to make it out of this hellhole alive. Making it out with his sanity was another story, however. After everything he went through, Kittim was in need of a therapist.
Kittim found himself running in circles and had to put a stop to that before he drew attention to himself again through the pure stupidity of his actions. His eyes trailed over towards the direction of the monster and the other man without thinking much about it. Curiosity often got the better of him and it wasn’t always a good thing. Over by the destroyed stage, he could make out a blond head. What was he doing back there? The back stage area was sealed off by debris. Did he have some kind of plan?
What could he accomplish with big and ugly hot on his heels? Before he even realized it, he found his good hand cupping over his mouth and his voice leaving his throat as loudly as he could muster. “Hey ugly, I'm over here.” It was an incredibly stupid thing to do, but Kittim guessed he could at least give the other blonde a chance to do whatever he was thinking of doing. Maybe it would save them both or maybe Kittim would just get himself killed. He turned and put some more distance between him and Mr. Hideous Freak.
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Post by F A T E on Dec 4, 2012 19:41:01 GMT -8
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Distractions. They were trying to distract it. How dare they. They were teaming up, the monster just knew it. But how... with the both of them trying to get its attention, things would get disorienting. The noise monster couldn't just ignore noise... for god's sake, it embodied it. To ignore them was just unthinkable. So the only thing it could possibly think of doing was making one of them shut up. Which one was putting up less of a fight? Ah, well it could take care of the one that was just so begging for a swift death. Viktor deserted for the time being (again), the noise monster did exactly as expected.
The effeminate man's luck has finally run out, as the monster grabbed Kittim's leg and flung him around once again. The man's head hit the side of a chair with a sickening crunch, and the body fell limp. That was one taken care of. Now the other. He had the cube. He was the one that needed to really be taken care of. And now that distractions were eliminated, the monster could focus on taking out the man with the cube.
After all, he had the key that could lead to its eventual downfall.
Kittim is unconscious for the moment.
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Cheater. The Vocaloids were surprisingly agile and even when the man flung himself out of their grip. Not that he was originally in their grip, but he had gotten out of what would have been a precarious situation for him. Ah, he was a really lucky bastard, he was. But his luck would soon run out, that was for sure. A piece of wood? How pitiful. Was this man really grasping for straws already? So early in the game soon, it was too bad that he had chosen to piss them off from the very beginning.
They could have had so much fun with him too. It could've been great. But no - he cheated and the game ended much too early. A wooden beam type thing that had been left in the debris was thrown at a head, leading to the disorientation and confusion of one Miku Hatsune. And then just resulted to even more anger. The twin-tailed Vocaloid beat the poor man with the wooden beam until it splintered. But that wasn't enough for her. The other Vocaloids had only stayed to restrain Alec.
And then an even better weapon occurred to Miku as she looked upon his hand. A pipe. A PVC pipe ought to do more damage than a stupid piece of wood. It took two to wrestle out the dangerous plastic weapon it would be in their grasps, but there it went. In the male Vocaloid's hands.
Somehow leadership had exchanged from Miku to Len (just how did that work out?), and it was the blond boy that would be delivering the finishing blow. And swing he did, aiming right at Alec's head.
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Post by TAYLOR WALLACE on Dec 5, 2012 18:54:49 GMT -8
Taylor didn’t know how long he lay there.
When you’re in immense pain, even a few short minutes can seem like hours and hours of burning agony. Taylor was lying on a pile of wreckage and broken debris, facedown, sweat dripping down his face. The parts of his body either felt like they were burning in the fires of hell, or they were shivering uncontrollably, twitching in short and unnoticeable spasms of extreme pain. He didn’t have any tears left inside of his body to cry, not enough air in his lungs to cough up a pathetic sob.
He knew he was dying.
Taylor barely had his eyes open as he slowly lifted his sore head and turned it, just so that he could see what was going on, before allowing it to fall on the point of the concrete. He probably stabbed his head, but even that was trivial in contrast to the excruciating pain that centered on the back of his head.
He was dying, and he knew it.
With a sudden, overwhelming sadness, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to see his buddies again. His best friends at school, the ones who kept him up every time he felt down about his father’s affair, or his precious sister, who had tried to be strong for him. Taylor had tried to become strong for Sasha, but now…what would she do, now that he was going? Would she be able to handle it? What would she do? Taylor was afraid of the consequences of death.
But for now, nothing was comparable to the amount of pain that he was feeling.
He coughed up blood, crimson, sickeningly warm liquid coming out of his mouth. He didn’t even knew that it was possible to have blood pour out of your mouth from a blunt attack; however, when he looked down at his stomach, he realized that it had been slashed—most likely by loose debris. He didn’t realized it before, probably because it seemed so trivial before if you compared it to the direct attack to the head, but now he realized that it was slowly opening, and more blood was pouring out of his stomach now.
His eyelids felt heavy. The soothing blanket of death beckoned him.
Taylor watched the tense exchange between the man who hit him and the evil Vocaloids. He had bravely faced up to them, and even though he was the one to hit him, he didn’t care anymore—he knew who the evil…things were. Inside his mind, he cheered for the man.
The man threw a piece of wood in the direction of the Vocaloids, hitting one in the head; Taylor couldn’t tell which one was which anymore. His eyesight was slowly failing. He bit his lower lip, unable to make even the slightest sound, and watched as he duck and rolled, sprinted, trying to somehow stand up to the four robots. His movements were useless, though. Taylor watched in horror as the Vocaloids apprehended the black-haired man and began to ruthlessly beat him with a stick.
Now he was dying, too.
That was too much for Taylor to handle. He had to somehow stop them. With a hefty groan, Taylor slowly hoisted himself up, although he stumbled at least twice, inflicted more pain than he could have ever imagined.
When he got to his feet, he saw that they were still beating him. Taylor could imagine the man’s pain. Struggling to put one foot in front of the other, he lifted on foot, placed it on firm ground and his other foot automatically went up, following the special rhythm known as walking. They were still beating him, though. He was inching close, and closer, until he saw with an indescribable horror as the Vocaloid picked up a PVC pipe. The twin-tailed girl handed it to his favourite Vocaloid, Len.
No…Len…don’t…don’t do it, Taylor thought miserably. It was much too late for that. Len swung for the man’s head.
Taylor moved in.
Time seemed to stop for a second, a very peaceful, tranquil, serene second. Everything froze in place; no feelings were felt—at least, for Taylor. He took one look at the man—he seemed like a kindred spirit, with nice black hair and kind eyes. He must’ve had some reason for hitting me, he thought dully. Without realizing it, a very sheepish, lopsided smile had decorated his bloodied visage. A sincere smile.
Then time started again. Taylor’s body went limp, and it fell forward, landing on Alec’s body. He was killed instantly.
Taylor Wallace died at the tender age of 13 on the 20th of April, 2012.
WORDS!: 775 TAG!: Alec, Viktor, Kittim DATED!: April 20th, 2012
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Dec 5, 2012 20:52:12 GMT -8
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Alec was snatched from his position and bound, unable to move freely. If he were to get out of this situation, he might be able to find something that he could use as a weapon, but not until then. But that was when everything went straight to hell. The other three Vocaloids began beating him, leaving bruises and trails of blood all over his body. His eyes began to tear up and his nose sat crooked on his face, broken and bleeding profusely. There were lacerations in his mouth where they managed to somehow hit him in just the right places, but he kept on giving it his all. He attempted to push, kick, bite, headbutt, but nothing seemed to work. They felt very real, and the only way he knew how to kill a real person was to cause severe damage to a vital organ. But did they even have organs? He didn't know. All he wanted at this point was to get the hell out of there.
As pain continued to course throughout Alec's entire body, he began a silent prayer to whatever god was out there. He desperately needed the help - after all, he was just trying to be nice and come to a concert. Now, if he didn't do something, he was going to die, just like many of those other people in the concert hall. His head throbbed from being beaten and bruises were left scattered all over his body, but he wasn't ready to give in. He felt the pipe in his hand being wrenched away; unfortunately he was unable to hold on to it. For a split second, he knew he was going to die. The Vocaloid, whichever one it is, now had his only weapon, and Alec would remain defenseless against the onslaught. He had almost called it quits when Taylor, from out of nowhere, stepped in and took the blow.
Now as one can imagine, Alec's head began spinning like no other. He thought that he had killed the boy, but instead he was the reason that Alec was still alive right now. So many thoughts rushed through his head all at once, sending him into a flurry of emotion. Taylor was now leaning against Alec, lifeless and so young... Alec screamed as loud as he could, letting Taylor's body fall to the ground as he managed to wrestle himself free. He couldn't worry about the pipe with the other three enemies around, so he began to run.
With his newfound strength, he ran faster than ever, looking around at his surroundings for something to defend himself with. He had almost crossed to the other side of the backstage when he spotted something in a bright yellow bucket. It was a mop bucket filled with water and a mixture of cleaning agents with a mop still in it. He pressed forward, ignoring the mob that was probably following behind him. In a matter of seconds, he had grabbed the bucket (which was a bit heavier than he thought) and chunked at his pursuers, hoping to at least cause them to slip and fall, but what he was really hoping for was a miracle. The mop still lay at his feet, and so after the bucket was tossed, he reached down to pick up the wooden mop as his last line of defense. They wouldn't allow him to escape this time, so he had to stand his grand and fight to the death. He tried not to think of that teenage boy with a smile on his face or the fact that he had attempted to murder him earlier. Alec did his best to tap into his instincts instead of relying on problem solving skills or other cognitive functionings. Right now, he was an animal being preyed on, and he was going to stand up and fight for his life.
However, if he saw an escape route, he was gone.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2012 9:59:32 GMT -8
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I do not know who he is, but I am grateful, the Russian noted internally as he kept running. The monster was after him again. And it seemed rather hellbent on getting him too. But then again, he was the only one left in the room with a monster; of course it's going to go after the last thing moving. Though, there was something at the back of his mind telling him that that wasn't the only reason the monster was chasing after him.
Ignoring the little voice in his head to soothe the annoying headache that was still eating at his brain, Viktor clutched the cube in his arms closer to him as he ran. He was tired and pretty sure that he could drop any time soon from how strained his body felt right now. If he ran anymore, he'd be screwed and totally dead if he tripped again; there was no way he was going to get up from that. But if he stayed still, he'd also be screwed. So all in all, he was screwed either way.
Stopping for a quick second when he was ways away from the noise elemental, the blonde male looked down at the cube in his arms. Maybe... Maybe the cube could really help him somehow. But how? It's not like he could magically make the cube stop the monster; he didn't even know what the hell the cube was for and its relation to the crazy cacophonous creature chasing after him. He knew he shouldn't have grabbed the damned thing; the monster wasn't so hellbent on getting its hands on him until he actually found the cube.
Oh, wait... Perhaps he did know why the monster was chasing him.
"That thing was guarding you, was it not, little cube?" he muttered to the cubic structure in his arms, hazel eyes resting on the item. "You must be awfully important to it for the creature to be chasing me so vehemently. Perhaps... Perhaps you are a source of power to it. Or maybe... Maybe even its weakness."
If the cube really was its weakness, he was going to have to figure out how to exploit that. If it was a source of power to it, he was going to have to figure out to get rid of it.
Without even thinking about it, Viktor placed a light peck on the cube. Why you ask? He has no fucking clue; he was desperate, for crying out loud. "I do not know what your real purpose is, little cube, but if you could somehow help me, I would greatly appreciate it. I know you can help me somehow."
It was probably pointless asking an inanimate object to help him, but hey, was was desperate at this point. Running around like a headless chicken didn't seem to be working, so he might as well ask for help from something the monster was after. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps NOTES: i just don't even... [/style]
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Post by F A T E on Dec 8, 2012 18:40:25 GMT -8
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Master is so kind. Not like the other Master. The cube was contently tucked under the arm of its new master, happy and content for the meanwhile. All this running around was making it dizzy, but that was understandable, since it was escaping the clutches of the previous master. As long as they were happy together... forever.
Master do you need help? Master seems distressed. Of course the master was distressed. The monster was indeed deadly. It was almost unfathomable that Viktor was still alive, but perhaps it was some special power? Ah, but it seemed like that was about to change soon, seeing as one target had been eliminated, and its master's card had been drawn. What a short time to be spent. Master, I love you. I want to stay with you.
That was all it wanted really. It wanted to stay with its master that it loved so much. Master, do you want me to stay? I want to stay. I won't stab you. But its master was not responding. Master, can you hear me? Master? Was he too worried about the noise monster? If only it could help - but it couldn't. Not in this dormant state that it was in. Its master did not know how to activate it - not yet, at least.
These last moments before the two of them were separated, the cube tried to think of how to communicate to its master, since it couldn't hear it yet. Master.... please master. While its master was talking to it - he was only saying gibberish. A weakness? A source of power? Was the cube just an object to him? But still, it wanted to please Master. But how? That was a more difficult task than it had originally thought. Being in this perilous situation ought to do that, wouldn't it?
But when Master kissed it, the cube was happy. Master you can hear me now! I can help you now! It was so happy that Master could hear it now. Master, I can create a defense. I can attack it! But more so it was happy that it had been kissed. Maybe Master really did like it as a friend. Master, Master. I love you too~ Was that too forward? It was the cube's true feelings though.
No too soon was the monster closing in. Viktor had done something right, but unfortunately it wasn't the best thing to do... the cube couldn't really do anything with a kiss, only attempt to strengthen the connection between it and him. Master please don't let go. But the monster had already snatched it away. Master... you let go. Save me...
And then
Viktor can hear the cube now.
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The monster was not pleased. Not in the very least. It could feel a stirring of power in the air as Fate interfered once more. But there was no huge change. It still would be successful, right? It had to be... But something had been unlocked. Don't tell it that it was the cube... no, that was a weapon of almost mass destruction. Mass destruction of one noise monster, anyways. But if it had been unleashed, then that would mean most certain doom.
But only if the man possessing this power knew how to use it. The cube was a docile creature. There was still chance yet of destroying this human and repossessing this cube. Was Fate still on its side? It didn't know... but it had to rely on some sort of upper being. It felt confidence, but at the same time the shadow of doubt was clouding its mind. As long as he had the cube, he had a chance.
Then again, the cube did have sentient. And that may be where the man would be lucky. If anything, the cube would attach itself to him... Which meant that things may not go the way the monster wanted it to. The monster was more concerned about said cube than the actual person possessing it. That power the cube had... it couldn't be activated if the man didn't know anything.
But without harming the man whatsoever, it retrieved the cube. Which was odd seeing as it had intended to rip off an arm of two, but it kept... missing. Dear goodness the cube already had this much power released? This was definitely going to be too difficult. And yet the cube was in its possession. Well, who was it to question Fate?
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Wrong person. Ah, well, Len was never one for precision. The pipe came crashing down on the blue-haired boy's head, much to the blond's dismay. At least they were planning to murder him anyways, so it was no real loss. It was just that now it had bought time for the other one to escape. Just great. If he escaped, then what other fun would they have? But before he could put another crushing blow on the survivor, he had dashed off.
Well this ought to be interesting. There was no way out - but watching him squirm was interesting nonetheless. But they had to get rid of him somehow, and soon, before he went causing more havoc than he had already done. Chaos and havoc were welcome in their realm, but they wanted to create it themselves, instead of letting a lowly human do it. This human interfered, they would be punished.
Then again, that was on their own account. But destroy this human they had their mind set on, and destroy they will. Unless something destroyed them first. But that was impossible, right?They were practically indestructible, to their knowledge. Nothing had been able to destroy it yet, but their existence had been short. Although the man's antics weren't exactly the most effective, if they said so themselves. Throwing things would only delay them for so long. "You have nowhere to run." The Vocaloids had followed him all the way to the other end of the backstage area.
"Prepare to die, ne~"
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Dec 8, 2012 23:02:25 GMT -8
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So that was it? He threw a mop and a bucket full of water and cleaning agents, and it did...nothing. He was starting to panic, and panicking right now was a horrid idea. Nothing was working and he was running out of time! But he had to do something - there had to be a way of stopping them. Without thinking, he began screaming at the top of his lungs. "WHAT - DO - YOU - WANT - FROM - ME? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU, HUH? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME I REALLY COULD USE SOME HELP BACK HERE!" That was probably the one thing that Alec could to do make the Vocaloids mad, but he didn't care at this point - his body still throbbed in pain as he was covered in bruises, lacerations, and other forms of physical abuse. That's not including the emotional turmoil he had been experiencing this entire time either.
Instead of staying where he was, he tried running. His feet were sore and his head still pounded. His eyes burned from a mixture of tears and sweat. His face was reddened not only from the recent beating but from the sudden burst of anger and adrenaline. He was burning up on the inside, ready to explode into a million pieces. But something inside of him...stirred. Something that wouldn't let him give it al up so easily. If he was going to die, he was going to make sure one of them was going down with him. Even through everything, though, nothing had bruised them nor shown any sign of harm. They were simply entities of pure evil that were hellbent on destruction, something Alec wasn't particularly fond of. But he had to deal with the situation somehow, and right now, he was willing to do whatever it took to eradicate those demons. And what the hell was with that ne sound at the end of their sentence? Were they sneering at him and making random noises now? Whatever.
But now, the only thing he could do was to run. He could begin swining a giant beam that he saw lying near him, but chances were that it wouldn't phase them. He could try and outsmart them, but there was only so much room in the backstage area for him. Once again, he grabbed the nearest object and sent it flying in their direction - this time a small clothes rack (without the clothes - how convenient). He shoved it forcefully and took flight, hoping to distract them enough to buy some more time until he could think of something.
Anything...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2012 21:36:09 GMT -8
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There was this odd little voice clawing at the back of his head. It had started off as a tiny little whisper; had he been focused on something, he would've probably not even bothered nothing it. But then the voice started getting louder and so much more clearer. For a moment, he thought he was imagining it; there was no way that that little voice echoing in his head was real. But at this point in time, anything could be real; he had a god-forsaken monster made up of noise after him and all.
Master, you can hear me now! I can help you now! Master, I can create a defense. I can attack it! Master, Master. I love you too~
Who was calling him "master?" And what were they going on about? Looking down at the cube in his arms, something was tugging at him and trying to point him in the right direction. Could... Could it be that the cube... was actually talking to him? But that's... impossible, the Russian man noted inwardly, only to be startled when the cube was taken from his arms. That's when the voice returned and reverberated through the recesses of his mind.
Master, please don't let go. Master... you let go. Save me...
Turning right around to the perpetrator, fear filled the blonde male when he realized that the noise monster was right before him. He was so petrified that he could hardly breathe; he was probably done for now. However, a part of him calmed down when he saw that the creature didn't touch; in fact, it look like it kept missing him. How was that even possible? It shouldn't be possible for something so immense and powerful to miss someone like him; how the hell could it miss something that was right in front of it.
But perhaps this was just one of those other crazy inexplicable things that some deity up in the heavens probably decided to throw at him for kicks. Oh joy.
Trying his best to stay calm and keep the stupid headache of his at bay, hazel green eyes rested on the cube that was in the monster's hands. It wanted him to save him. It could talk to him through a mental link. It could help get rid of the monster. It loved him.
Yup, he was probably going to need some intensive therapy after this.
Pushing that thought out of his head for the moment, Viktor needed to focus on getting the cube back. But how? The cacophonous being was considerably larger than he was and obviously much stronger. The only way he could possibly think of doing that was... The blonde man scanned the area right by him and was more than a little bit giddy to find a long metal pipe thrown against the metallic junk. I hope this works, he murmured mentally. Grabbing the pipe quickly, he used it to knock the cube right out of the creature's hands. And just like he had wanted, the cube went flying from the monster's clutches and landed on the ground with a thud ways away from them.
Not even sparing a moment, the Russian male chased after the cube and latched onto it again. Immediately afterwards, he began running again with the cube in his arms with a small smile of satisfaction on his face. "I have you back now. And I am sorry if I harmed you at all, little cube. You have my word on never hurting you again," he hummed in a soothing tone to the cube as he clutched it closer to himself. He wasn't going to lose it again so easily.
And yes, he was talking to the cube... Again. But it could talk to him! It could probably understand him somehow just like he could understand it. So maybe...
"I promise to love you more than I do now if you could help me somehow. I will love you forever and always if you could somehow. Just... please help me somehow." WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps NOTES: lmao i guess rayna has more competition for viktor's love? x'D [/style]
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