- ShizuoGremlin
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In the Garden of Madness. This is My Path
Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:40 am
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"..So this is Earth?Why is there so much suffering huh? " A man who was standing on a crumbling building was saying, looking across the gleaming sunset-cast landscape his black armor reflecting the orange tint of the sun, while his eyes glanced from beneath the shell of his bindings. Staring off at the landscape which had been broken and ripped to shreds. His lips underneath the features of his head-armor, had pulled into a tight lipped frown, and then he'd grind his teeth together.. Slightly in agitation.. but more in just. disgust with what had happened. Blood was anywhere and everywhere. It was impossible to see, it was impossible to ignore the red hue which stained the ground, and saturated the buildings, which turned the water a permanent rippling red. None of this was ignorable, his first view of earth wsa of the height of the suffering, and the davana didn't know what to think about it, besides an instinctual feeling in his gut that this wasn't right. That it wasn't supposed to be that so many innocent people would have died. It didn't sit well with the davana of bare hand fighting, who had dropped from the buildings top landing on the ground with a huge displacement of pavement.
The ground had bucked and vacated in his contact point, leaving a largish crater that spanned around.. 600 meters in every direction. His gaze having looked around the desolate rubble, his eyes slowly shifting from one side to another, walking with footsteps which shattered the weak road and sidewalk surfaces leaving Huge armored foot imprints which sank around a foot into the pavement. His eyes glancing over the scene of such an atrocity, looking at how to the right of him there was a half burnt doll its owners charred body still clinging to the matted furr of what probably once had been the poor girls teddy bear. Something to keep the girl safe from monsters, keeping her warm from the cold. He would have grimly clenched his fist as he would have exhaled slowly, allowing his body to bend over, cracking the pavement further as he would have tried to pick up the dead body to lay it to rest. But it would break and crack and scatter to the wind his fingers trailing through the ashes while he would have paused there. His eyes behind his armor closing slightly while he would have let out a deep breath he hadn't known he had been holding.
Then putting one gauntletted hand on his knee he would push himself up to a standing position, his head tilting back catching the suns glare, while he felt the sadness. All those who didn't deserve to die that had been killed there. his heart would hurt while he would have ignored the voice of his eternal partner. His arms reaching down to brush another corpse, trying to close its eyes, but the force of his gauntlets and armor would crush the corpses head, which would cause him to let out a deep exhale, one of anger.. and sadness, while his eyes would have slid shut and he would have straightened up as steam hissed from his body, and energy would leak out, not only leaking, it would create a luminous aura which would explode in every direction like an indistinct static, blowing rocks away, incinerating rubble, which was then followed by an extremely loud sound as his armor just fell off his body, causing massive craters in the ground while he would stand there exhaling. -Switch templates-
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"..This is.. so wrong..This isn't the world i wanted.." Said a voice from admist the mist and smoke. A tanned figure with grey hair and pure white eyes walking out. An aura of energy, of power around him as he had walked forward, his gaze downcast. Then after walking a few feet he'd stoop, allowing his tanned and calused right and to brush against another corpse, this time, because of his lack of weight he would have able close the deads eyes, then he would lift the body up. His own mouth turning into a grimace of anger, at who ever had done this, but he controlled it well as he had walked over to the edge of the street laying the body down while he had then got up, his eyes shifting as he walked down another street perpendicular to where the body was, his blank gaze searching for something. He would pause every now and then, stooping down to pick up dead bodies holding them over his shoulder before he would have allowed his return trips to only happen when he was weighed down ladened full by the bodies, which he would exhale each time. Each time blackhearts anger seemed to swell at the atrocity.. he felt like he was going to be sick. This wasn't how lives where meant to be treated.. and he hated that they had been slaughtered.
Precisely why he would each time shake his mental wearyness and cast it aside, searching through the city. His gaze having shifted through the streets still, looking for bodies finding them at tandom, taking them back to the center of the square, where he would pile them ontop of an already huge mountain of corpses, His tanned body reflecting the last rays of the sun as it was turning from twilight to dusk. His movements slow and deliberate so that he wouldn't damage the bodys just yet. Instead he worked through the hour collecting the bodies, putting them ontop of the pile until it was too high for him to put any more on without completely filling the 5 blocks surrounding him. Then he would have exhaled slowly and walked to the top of the corpse pile, standing there with his hands slowly pressing against each other as his eyes seemed to narrow and he spread his feet out, a slight amount of wind circulating around him, as he relaxed his core.. letting energy run through his body, as he then would snap his eyes open his trailing hand which showed his open palm jerking down with abrupt force, causing ground bodies and everything in that city block radius to vaporize from the blunt force, being reduced to ash as he would land the red droplets of blood raining down from above soaking him as he looked down at the ground.
Next he would have exhaled and said his voice.. old ancient.. and strange as if he was unused to using his own voice.. "..May you souls.. rest in peace.. i will make sure this doesn't happen again"