☣ → [ SEMI-CLOSED || INCOMPLETE ]
Characters: Nill [loli_angel], Heine Rammsteiner [bulletcarnage], Canada/Matthew Williams [ maplezen], Rise Kujikawa [forthecamera], Yoko Ritona [killswithkisses], America/Alfred F. Jones [50starhero], England/Arthur Kirkland [notexcalibur], Prussia/Gilbert Weillschmidt [seizeyoursouls] and later (presumably) Winry Rockbell [endthiscycle ]
Location: Street level around Zone Four
Rating: R, for themes of sexual violence and language
Time: June 25th, Evening
Description: Finding Nill is top priority
Where was she? Where was she? God damn it, where was she?!
Heine had torn out of his room the second Nill's feed had been broadcast to the network, not even thinking about where he as going as he did. He was fuelled purely by panic and guilt causing him to race down the streets desperately trying to find her.
He hadn't been there. She got hurt and he hadn't been there to stop it. He was supposed to be her guardian and he'd failed.
Something had been on the network a few hours before Nill's transmission about the guy who'd done that to her. At the time Heine had just scanned it over, shrugged and dismissed it as unimportant. He internally cursed himself for not giving that alert more attention at the time, but hindsight was a bitch and he couldn't go back to give himself less apathy toward it now.
What had been on that thing? Think
He'd consumed 20 souls? 24? Something like that? Who cared about that right now.
What else had been on that poster?
Murder.
Assault.
Sexual assault.
Heine's mind reeled as he was reminded of those particular words on the notice. It made something inside him lurch and shudder violently. It was as though hands were crawling up through his skin and caressing over his throat causing the metal ring hidden beneath the bandages at his neck to throb painfully. And then that voice he'd only heard once since coming to the damn city whispered temptations against his ear that. No, it was more like inside his ear--Heine knew it was all in his head.
He's dead. Find him and that fucker's dead for what he did to her, isn't he? You've been so quiet since getting here. Friendly, almost. It's not like you at all. Have you just been trying harder to hide it here? You're always trying so damn hard, aren't you?
Well, now you've got a good excuse, right? C'mon... She'll be fine, let's focus on looking for this cocksucker. It'll be good for both of us. Let me tear him open.
"Shut the fuck up," Heine snarled aloud at his inner dog. He didn't have time to deal with his own instability--he needed to focus and find Nill.
Think. Which zone? Which was it... Three? Four? Four, yeah, that felt right. Somehow, instinctively, that felt right to him. And so he had headed that way, rushing down the streets and alleyways looking for anything to lead him to the winged girl. He had to find her.
His name. Heine remembered the fucker's name.
Adachi.
It echoed over and over inside his skull, pushing him to run faster. He had to find her before he found the son-of-a-bitch that had done that to her.
Something made the surroundings he was racing past slow down as he had sent a glance to his left. He saw something on the ground and it made his heart skip a beat.
A PDA on the floor. And feathers.
She had to be nearby and so he did the first thing that came to him without thinking about it: he began to yell for her.
"NILL! NILL, WHERE ARE YOU?! NILL!"
Location: Street level around Zone Four
Rating: R, for themes of sexual violence and language
Time: June 25th, Evening
Description: Finding Nill is top priority
Where was she? Where was she? God damn it, where was she?!
Heine had torn out of his room the second Nill's feed had been broadcast to the network, not even thinking about where he as going as he did. He was fuelled purely by panic and guilt causing him to race down the streets desperately trying to find her.
He hadn't been there. She got hurt and he hadn't been there to stop it. He was supposed to be her guardian and he'd failed.
Something had been on the network a few hours before Nill's transmission about the guy who'd done that to her. At the time Heine had just scanned it over, shrugged and dismissed it as unimportant. He internally cursed himself for not giving that alert more attention at the time, but hindsight was a bitch and he couldn't go back to give himself less apathy toward it now.
What had been on that thing? Think
He'd consumed 20 souls? 24? Something like that? Who cared about that right now.
What else had been on that poster?
Murder.
Assault.
Sexual assault.
Heine's mind reeled as he was reminded of those particular words on the notice. It made something inside him lurch and shudder violently. It was as though hands were crawling up through his skin and caressing over his throat causing the metal ring hidden beneath the bandages at his neck to throb painfully. And then that voice he'd only heard once since coming to the damn city whispered temptations against his ear that. No, it was more like inside his ear--Heine knew it was all in his head.
He's dead. Find him and that fucker's dead for what he did to her, isn't he? You've been so quiet since getting here. Friendly, almost. It's not like you at all. Have you just been trying harder to hide it here? You're always trying so damn hard, aren't you?
Well, now you've got a good excuse, right? C'mon... She'll be fine, let's focus on looking for this cocksucker. It'll be good for both of us. Let me tear him open.
"Shut the fuck up," Heine snarled aloud at his inner dog. He didn't have time to deal with his own instability--he needed to focus and find Nill.
Think. Which zone? Which was it... Three? Four? Four, yeah, that felt right. Somehow, instinctively, that felt right to him. And so he had headed that way, rushing down the streets and alleyways looking for anything to lead him to the winged girl. He had to find her.
His name. Heine remembered the fucker's name.
Adachi.
It echoed over and over inside his skull, pushing him to run faster. He had to find her before he found the son-of-a-bitch that had done that to her.
Something made the surroundings he was racing past slow down as he had sent a glance to his left. He saw something on the ground and it made his heart skip a beat.
A PDA on the floor. And feathers.
She had to be nearby and so he did the first thing that came to him without thinking about it: he began to yell for her.
"NILL! NILL, WHERE ARE YOU?! NILL!"