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discedo_logs2009-06-19 05:54 pm
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Who: Asura, OPEN
Where: Ingles Trail, Mariner High
When: June 19th
Rating: Betting on PG - PG-13. There's gonna be fighting, dying, and mauling of little girls.
Summary: The Demon God, the Kishin, insanity incarnate -- finally, infected by the Malice, he has his chance to cause the chaos he so desires.
the log:
He understood clearly now.
Ah, he'd been so frightened... So scared of this place. That was only reasonable, having been taken here for no reason with no warnings. Anyone with a competent mind surely would have felt fear. Things were unknown to him, of course. No familiar people, no familiar settings, not even a familiar body - for without his powers, he could hardly be the Kishin.
But time had passed. A lot of time, and he had gained knowledge. Power to understand was all that he needed. Once one understands, there is no need to be afraid. There is only a need to remove the irritant.
This whole world was his irritant. The scientists were the cause, and the people were the result. He hated them all.
Asura had seen the world with much more clarity over the past few weeks - somehow. A jolting and terrifying experience had subjected him to the reality of this cold world. Then he had seen how weak he was. He had understood. And that was it. He felt less fear -- or maybe he felt more insanity. Both. He welcomed it openly, the rush of understanding into his mind that dementia brought, comforting and warm, clouding away the fear with personal and unquestionable truths. He'd missed it so much and he hadn't even realized it.
He welcomed his thoughts drifting hazily away into dark pockets of hatred and violence that had been hidden away by his encumbering fear. More and more, his peerless vision had become sharper as that blood red encompassed his mind and his eyes. He knew exactly where he was and who he was. And he knew why he was.
He welcomed, too, the shift in his body, the ripping of his skin and the flexing and snapping of tendons as they stretched and elongated, as his structure shifted with cracks and his own shrieks of ecstasy as he felt power rush back into his feeble frame. Once he understood - it was true! - the fear left! his power was returning!
Grinning wildly, three eyes wide and unfeeling, placid with madness, he burst from his small 'home' as his own size pierced the roof and walls of the building. He towered on the streets, taller than the houses, stronger in his soul than he had felt since he arrived. He knew this power could destroy. It could rebuild.
The demon god made his way down Ingles Trail. Finally, he could save this world.
[ ooc: It's been a long day, so tags will come tomorrow. Sorry! ]
Where: Ingles Trail, Mariner High
When: June 19th
Rating: Betting on PG - PG-13. There's gonna be fighting, dying, and mauling of little girls.
Summary: The Demon God, the Kishin, insanity incarnate -- finally, infected by the Malice, he has his chance to cause the chaos he so desires.
the log:
He understood clearly now.
Ah, he'd been so frightened... So scared of this place. That was only reasonable, having been taken here for no reason with no warnings. Anyone with a competent mind surely would have felt fear. Things were unknown to him, of course. No familiar people, no familiar settings, not even a familiar body - for without his powers, he could hardly be the Kishin.
But time had passed. A lot of time, and he had gained knowledge. Power to understand was all that he needed. Once one understands, there is no need to be afraid. There is only a need to remove the irritant.
This whole world was his irritant. The scientists were the cause, and the people were the result. He hated them all.
Asura had seen the world with much more clarity over the past few weeks - somehow. A jolting and terrifying experience had subjected him to the reality of this cold world. Then he had seen how weak he was. He had understood. And that was it. He felt less fear -- or maybe he felt more insanity. Both. He welcomed it openly, the rush of understanding into his mind that dementia brought, comforting and warm, clouding away the fear with personal and unquestionable truths. He'd missed it so much and he hadn't even realized it.
He welcomed his thoughts drifting hazily away into dark pockets of hatred and violence that had been hidden away by his encumbering fear. More and more, his peerless vision had become sharper as that blood red encompassed his mind and his eyes. He knew exactly where he was and who he was. And he knew why he was.
He welcomed, too, the shift in his body, the ripping of his skin and the flexing and snapping of tendons as they stretched and elongated, as his structure shifted with cracks and his own shrieks of ecstasy as he felt power rush back into his feeble frame. Once he understood - it was true! - the fear left! his power was returning!
Grinning wildly, three eyes wide and unfeeling, placid with madness, he burst from his small 'home' as his own size pierced the roof and walls of the building. He towered on the streets, taller than the houses, stronger in his soul than he had felt since he arrived. He knew this power could destroy. It could rebuild.
The demon god made his way down Ingles Trail. Finally, he could save this world.
[ ooc: It's been a long day, so tags will come tomorrow. Sorry! ]