-Lunges for Yu again, but manages to restrain himself at the last minute-
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-Uses every last bit of willpower to not murder them all on the spot and think coherently, and moves slowly towards the door, tiny little bits of mindrapey-ness stabbing into everyone's heads now and then-
{...I never did figure out what I want. Dante will be so disappointed... but that doesn't matter now. It never did. What matters is if I can — you're all I have left. Matters is what's best for everyone. This is for the best. Best for everyone. I'm sorry.}
-And since he can no longer conceal his thoughts anymore, it's obvious through all the drive for Reunion what he is planning to do-
{So sorry.}
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist....... -rubbing his head at the little bits of mind rapeyness and decides to attend to Daisy's injuries for now, changes out for Raphael and starts healing her-
....... -is not particularly sure what to do or say, but stops Daisy so he can focus on healing-
edited 24th Aug '12 9:52:48 PM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean{Estelle, I love you, and I'm sorry, and I love you, I — I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry — -Coherent though begins to break down, and all that's left are a series of emotions and impressions-}
-Bam, switching to prose mode... kinda-
He keeps running. He doesn't know where he is now — he lost his bearings a long time ago, and there is now a twisted, untamed forest where there was none before. The plants wilt as he passes, another reminder of what he is, and what he's become.
He keeps running.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistHe remembers Zack, and how he looked at him, with hateful, spiteful eyes like that... Zack had never looked at anyone like that. He knew what he did to earn that look — and Zack had wanted him dead. He had tried so hard to make him proud, to live, those two perfect years in... what city was it? The world had become blurred at the edges. Nothing made sense. He can hear some low rumble in the distance, but he pays it no mind.
He keeps running.
A thousand blurs later, and there is a clearing, a scooped out place in the earth covered in (now dead) grass. He yanks the blades off his back in shame — something like him doesn't deserve to wear a weapon like that one — and blasts a hole in the ground, a deep crater leading into a shallow bed of stone. Nice, compact, sealed. Good.
He jumps into the hole, and takes a good look at the sky, and then raises a hand, bringing the stones and dirt down on top of him.
Above the surface, a sword made of gears and switches levers remains plunged into the ground like a gravestone, marking a spot nobody will bother to check.
Beneath the ground, there is a flash of fire, and then silence.
FINALLY!!!! Put off for months... okay, now Pyro can eat me.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

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-(==>Cloud: Have mental breakdown for real this time.)-
-Screeches and slams Daisy against the wall. Hard-
edited 24th Aug '12 9:30:29 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist