explain your game; I'll play it perfectly. [closed]

[purpletaint]

Who: purpletaint & lolwhatfuture
What: Ironically, it is the actual insane one who isn't affected by any of this. A certain winged, smart-mouthed, heroic type, however, is.
Where: Wandering around the fountain area.
When: Sometime during the event.

Comments

ff oh the failure that is my grammer

[lolwhatfuture]

It was an anxious feeling, the kind that knotted and rolled in one's gut and did not relent, mixed with a sick determination, mixed with pleasure. It was something she had to do, not only because everything in her sang with the desire, but because They wanted it.

Catch the nonviables, they will destroy everything.

It was a mantra that had entered her head suddenly as something swept over her, taking her--everything that made her Max--with it, and leaving behind only a possibility. It was a road that had existed at birth, one that would make her everything They had ever wanted her to be, and perhaps more. The real her had refused, but wasn't present.

And in the heavy fog, splitting the air with flight of close to three hundred miles an hour as her raptor-like vision went ahead to detect prey: there, such a small one, blurred by the fog; she angled, righted, and sped straight for a boy perched on a fountain. A collision course. Break him, she thought hatefully, and it was a common line of thought since that wave passed over her.

<3!

[purpletaint]

Beg a distraction and it would present itself, hand and foot and bended knee--slipped into a form he would adore. Give him an angel, wings stained and outstretched, and he would tear them, treasure them, relish them with all he was and would be. It was the cabbit that gave her away, belated as its warning was. It jumped off his lap, fur bristling as it looked upward, and he idly followed its line of sight.

Found the anomaly and smiled perfectly.

Dodging was something foreign to one who could regenerate effortlessly in spades. It wasted a chance to gain the upper hand by fleeing and Albedo had no need of it. The girl slammed into him at chest level and he was knocked off his ledge into the pavement, a few ribs snapping from the force as his head cracked back into the ground. He coughed, laughing at the entirety of the situation. What had Dai said? "Be clever." Hardly. Albedo would relish this

<3~ ...omg grammAr wtf

[lolwhatfuture]

She felt the snapping of bones rush through her like an echo, and perhaps it was only the sound, really, that was clear, but it sent a satisfied shiver through her. He fell back, she slowed with a simple backward snap of her wings and the city that had been a blur passing by suddenly solidified, stilled, and she fell easily to her feet by the body of young Albedo.

He was not dead. No, he was resilient, and wasn’t that common amongst the soldier types? So he survived and spoke and gazed, and how could she have known that no effort on her part would bring about an end to this poor, pathetic soul with the porcelain face and fair hair.

“Spare me your poetic bullshit, kid.”

The likening of an angel.She sneered. How unfortunate for Heaven, if it were true

sob, sorry for tl;dr...and edits >_>;

[purpletaint]

Spare poetics? Quite unlikely.~ He'd prefer to wax further on the subject, spill lines from his mouth to her ears to further her view on a enclosed reality broke open, but she seemed to have no mind for it, and really, what could he do?~ With such a poor audience.

And yet, she spoke, and he would quote a man far known for his dramatics for the tone heard. His eyes widened in recognition, the grin on his face widening. Now this was... Such a perfect turn of events. This one's voice was far too familiar--she had taken his mind, in a sense, and how utterly fitting that her form was as this. That her actions followed just the same. Hmm, not a fallen angel... But a winged valkyrie then. A warrior, bright and shining, and able to tear him down just the same. Oh, please do--do try.~ He'd adore her efforts just the same