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discedo_logs2009-06-11 01:57 am
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But I would wish it all away
Who: Legato, Wolfwood, and Shinji
Where: In front of the abandoned restaurants on Ingles Trail.
When: Midnight-ish?
Rating: PG-13-R
Summary: With Knives gone, Legato mourns the only way he knows how. Wolfwood and Shinji try to stop him.
the log: It hurts like nothing he's ever experienced.
He who has had every bone in his body broken, who has been impaled by a nail as tall as a man, who has been beaten, raped, and abused his entire life. The pain settled somewhere in his chest at first, where his blackened heart should be and now it's spread, infecting every cell in his body until he can't think, can't see, can't hardly breathe because Master is gone...
That's why he challenged Chapel. Not just because he wanted to see him dead and broken, body twisted and bleeding just as Legato's insides felt now. He needed to do something, to hurt someone until the pain lessened and not with his power but the way it had been done for thousands of years. A weapon, and a massive one at that.
Which was why Legato was making his way down Ingles Trail, on his way toward the Northern Lights with the intention of putting his mace through the front window. Had it even been ten minutes since he last spoke to Chapel? It didn't matter because he didn't care. Blood would spill tonight. In the end, it didn't matter who it belonged to.
Where: In front of the abandoned restaurants on Ingles Trail.
When: Midnight-ish?
Rating: PG-13-R
Summary: With Knives gone, Legato mourns the only way he knows how. Wolfwood and Shinji try to stop him.
the log: It hurts like nothing he's ever experienced.
He who has had every bone in his body broken, who has been impaled by a nail as tall as a man, who has been beaten, raped, and abused his entire life. The pain settled somewhere in his chest at first, where his blackened heart should be and now it's spread, infecting every cell in his body until he can't think, can't see, can't hardly breathe because Master is gone...
That's why he challenged Chapel. Not just because he wanted to see him dead and broken, body twisted and bleeding just as Legato's insides felt now. He needed to do something, to hurt someone until the pain lessened and not with his power but the way it had been done for thousands of years. A weapon, and a massive one at that.
Which was why Legato was making his way down Ingles Trail, on his way toward the Northern Lights with the intention of putting his mace through the front window. Had it even been ten minutes since he last spoke to Chapel? It didn't matter because he didn't care. Blood would spill tonight. In the end, it didn't matter who it belonged to.