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discedo_logs2009-06-16 10:23 pm
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Who: Jun, Tatsuya, and probably Hikari (JUST JUMP IN WHENEVER IF YOU WANT, STORMY?)
Where: Latimir 509
When: Tuesday. Probably not too long after Naoto's warning about O SHI MALICE--
Rating: PG-13? R? idk how graphic we're about to get, but violence. Possibly involving tentacles, though not in naughty places.
Summary: Jun turns into a Malice-spawned freak of nature. Tatsuya puts a sword through him. Hikari is probably scarred for life or something, orz
the log:
It was getting harder every day for Jun to keep a check on his temper.
The idea was still there, somewhere in the back of his mind, that there was something very wrong about this and he shouldn't be so volatile. But that was getting pushed further and further aside, because it took more and more of his attention to stifle the irrational rage he felt every time Tatsuya talked to him. Or looked at him. Or came anywhere near his personal space.
He'd been reading the same book over and over and had nearly torn at least five pages from the sheer irate force with which he turned them. It wasn't right. It wasn't right.
Tatsuya wasn't right. And he was looking in Jun's direction. Again.
"What?" Jun snapped, looking up.
Where: Latimir 509
When: Tuesday. Probably not too long after Naoto's warning about O SHI MALICE--
Rating: PG-13? R? idk how graphic we're about to get, but violence. Possibly involving tentacles, though not in naughty places.
Summary: Jun turns into a Malice-spawned freak of nature. Tatsuya puts a sword through him. Hikari is probably scarred for life or something, orz
the log:
It was getting harder every day for Jun to keep a check on his temper.
The idea was still there, somewhere in the back of his mind, that there was something very wrong about this and he shouldn't be so volatile. But that was getting pushed further and further aside, because it took more and more of his attention to stifle the irrational rage he felt every time Tatsuya talked to him. Or looked at him. Or came anywhere near his personal space.
He'd been reading the same book over and over and had nearly torn at least five pages from the sheer irate force with which he turned them. It wasn't right. It wasn't right.
Tatsuya wasn't right. And he was looking in Jun's direction. Again.
"What?" Jun snapped, looking up.