Mithos Yggdrasill (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imatreenow) wrote2011-09-18 03:57 pm
imatreenow) wrote2011-09-18 03:57 pm
thirteen [voice/action/just terrible]
[Mid-morning is drawing near, and the house is too quiet. Martel should have been awake already. Despite the uncertainty that has settled heavily between him and his sister, there are plenty of things Mithos does still know about her, and this is definitely out of the ordinary. Softly, he knocks at her door. No reply. With a knot of worry tightening in his stomach, he carefully pushes the door open to look inside and...
He's greeted by an empty room. No sister, none of her personal possessions. No sign that anyone had ever occupied this space. Only one conclusion sits at the end of this equation. Numbness overtakes his body and heart. Desperate, his mind fights against the truth; he runs for his journal and hastily, shakily, flips it open.]
[VOICE - filtered to Martel | filter VOIDED]
Martel? Martel! Where are--
[--He stops. The filter isn't working. She can't hear this. His journal falls from his hands and the feed ends. The chilling realization that she's gone pierces him as suddenly as the first time she was taken from him. Classic vertigo. He doesn't know how to breathe properly. He forgets how to stand on two feet and slowly crumples to the floor. He doesn't fall to pieces; that would imply that there's something left to break. Whatever remains is quickly grinding to dust. He lets it out, the pain that's rapidly smothering him from the inside. But no matter how much he diffuses, there's still more to take its place.]
[ACTION - AFTERNOON]
[He's scraped himself up off the floor (for now) and run out of tears (for now), and he needs someone to blame. Anyone. He doesn't care. The only truth of the world: Martel is gone, and he deserves compensation for his loss. Everyone owes him something, and he owes them retribution. Mithos prowls the village, looking for any and all opportunities to inflict some of his own pain on a scapegoat.
Later, when he's exhausted his body but his hurt and rage continue to burn, when he's hit the point where he can't feel any emptier, he reaches for the journal again. It's all he can think to do.]
[VOICE - filtered to Kaori| 100%]
...Can I come see you?
[ooc: For my own sake, chronologically the threads flow as follows: Frey, Nephry/Dist, Jeb, Silver, Grune/Dhaos, Kratos, Kaori.]
He's greeted by an empty room. No sister, none of her personal possessions. No sign that anyone had ever occupied this space. Only one conclusion sits at the end of this equation. Numbness overtakes his body and heart. Desperate, his mind fights against the truth; he runs for his journal and hastily, shakily, flips it open.]
[VOICE - filtered to Martel | filter VOIDED]
Martel? Martel! Where are--
[--He stops. The filter isn't working. She can't hear this. His journal falls from his hands and the feed ends. The chilling realization that she's gone pierces him as suddenly as the first time she was taken from him. Classic vertigo. He doesn't know how to breathe properly. He forgets how to stand on two feet and slowly crumples to the floor. He doesn't fall to pieces; that would imply that there's something left to break. Whatever remains is quickly grinding to dust. He lets it out, the pain that's rapidly smothering him from the inside. But no matter how much he diffuses, there's still more to take its place.]
[ACTION - AFTERNOON]
[He's scraped himself up off the floor (for now) and run out of tears (for now), and he needs someone to blame. Anyone. He doesn't care. The only truth of the world: Martel is gone, and he deserves compensation for his loss. Everyone owes him something, and he owes them retribution. Mithos prowls the village, looking for any and all opportunities to inflict some of his own pain on a scapegoat.
Later, when he's exhausted his body but his hurt and rage continue to burn, when he's hit the point where he can't feel any emptier, he reaches for the journal again. It's all he can think to do.]
[VOICE - filtered to Kaori| 100%]
...Can I come see you?
[ooc: For my own sake, chronologically the threads flow as follows: Frey, Nephry/Dist, Jeb, Silver, Grune/Dhaos, Kratos, Kaori.]
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Mithos!
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Let go of me, you miserable traitor!
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Just disappear!
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You worthless--! [he'll just...keep kicking. that's all he's got right now.]
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...perhaps.
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What gives you the right to live, Kratos?!
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One must wonder at times.
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Kratos! Get out of my way!
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You should know by now that I cannot do that.
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Now would be a good time to start backing away, out a weapon and at a disadvantage without so much as an Exsphere equipped. Instead, he lunges forward with the intent of wresting the sword from Kratos.]
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Enough!
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Then stop me with your sword! [Yes, baiting is a good idea when it's very possible the other will follow through. Of course he doesn't mean it; it's hard to think straight when your mind is being drowned by your heart. The feeling that he's fighting with a brick wall while he's a tangle of glass emotions is just pissing him off. Have a sharp kick in the shin.]
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He wants to tear Kratos to shreds. His hand is quickly becoming wet with blood. There aren't even words for the intense anger and bitter hatred coursing through him at this moment, but they come pouring out anyway.] You're...worth even less than dirt! I don't know what I ever saw in you! You're nothing but a miserable traitor!
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