CLOSED ⤧ because the mind is a weapon see & it's got you on your hands & knees
Who: prayforprey & and_my_ax.
What: The conclusion everyone's been waiting for, and the ultimate question answered: will Shinjiro die?
When: Forward-dated to WHEN WE FINISH THIS LOG ... meaning probably this weekend.
Where: Basement levels.
Warnings: Violence, blood, craycray, sickness, ETC you know how this works by now.
It's low.
It's always low where he fights, no doubt about that. In the bottom of G Ward, where blood was passed back and forth and organs were offered up as sacrifice -- in the lower recesses of Thor where cages had been caught in labs and necks had bled to splash fresh coats of paint on walls ... yeah, the Monk's fond of his low retreats, of being able to weave in and out of undergrounds despite the show he puts on.
And he's going to put on a show. He doesn't mind performing for a small audience, really -- as long as there's one to focus on.
His focus isn't on Shinjiro. "Saving" him could come as a bonus. But what he really wants is ... to see Him again. Of all things, the mouse had known that much at least and had used it quite effectively against him. Met the first time when he was in fucking jail, and here he is fresh out of it the second time and he's going to give the man ... an end to his means.
It's what everyone wants: for their death to be meaningful.
He pays more attention to his own animal prowling, boots thackthacking on the floor as he paces for his prey.
"Late to your own funeral, hunh?" is a derisive snort under his breath.
He's always been a fucking Mouse.
A Dying Man and A Dead Man face off at the bottom of a space ship ...
Let's see who's got the better punchline to wrap up what's been a long, shitty joke. A Super Monk's getting bored.
What: The conclusion everyone's been waiting for, and the ultimate question answered: will Shinjiro die?
When: Forward-dated to WHEN WE FINISH THIS LOG ... meaning probably this weekend.
Where: Basement levels.
Warnings: Violence, blood, craycray, sickness, ETC you know how this works by now.
It's low.
It's always low where he fights, no doubt about that. In the bottom of G Ward, where blood was passed back and forth and organs were offered up as sacrifice -- in the lower recesses of Thor where cages had been caught in labs and necks had bled to splash fresh coats of paint on walls ... yeah, the Monk's fond of his low retreats, of being able to weave in and out of undergrounds despite the show he puts on.
And he's going to put on a show. He doesn't mind performing for a small audience, really -- as long as there's one to focus on.
His focus isn't on Shinjiro. "Saving" him could come as a bonus. But what he really wants is ... to see Him again. Of all things, the mouse had known that much at least and had used it quite effectively against him. Met the first time when he was in fucking jail, and here he is fresh out of it the second time and he's going to give the man ... an end to his means.
It's what everyone wants: for their death to be meaningful.
He pays more attention to his own animal prowling, boots thackthacking on the floor as he paces for his prey.
"Late to your own funeral, hunh?" is a derisive snort under his breath.
He's always been a fucking Mouse.
A Dying Man and A Dead Man face off at the bottom of a space ship ...
Let's see who's got the better punchline to wrap up what's been a long, shitty joke. A Super Monk's getting bored.