Entry tags:
day 010, whiny baby screams
CHARACTERS: petre and whichever unfortunate soul happens to run into him.
WHERE: The Station.
WHEN: DAY :010.
SUMMARY: aoba is getting a beating, petre refused to go to Magical Sleep despite advice, and now it's hurting a lot. his reaction will develop while the thread unfolds, too, so he might or might not go into berserk mode. this means he tries to kill people and/or eat them.
WARNINGS: there will probably be nasty things here, but i'm not 100% sure. you can count on swearing, gore (i introspection or otherwise), anti-religious speech, etc.
WHERE: The Station.
WHEN: DAY :010.
SUMMARY: aoba is getting a beating, petre refused to go to Magical Sleep despite advice, and now it's hurting a lot. his reaction will develop while the thread unfolds, too, so he might or might not go into berserk mode. this means he tries to kill people and/or eat them.
WARNINGS: there will probably be nasty things here, but i'm not 100% sure. you can count on swearing, gore (i introspection or otherwise), anti-religious speech, etc.
[ It starts with a slap. He can feel that much, even if it's a bit faint. He's one of the hosts who's been around long enough to know how to block out links for the most part, at least when he's in control of himself. That's a rare happening, though. Petre doesn't care about self-control, he cares about overpowering everyone else. It's the exact same kind of arrogance that makes him believe Cathaway is exaggerating and trying to trick him when she tells him to go to sleep. Aoba can get all the help he needs; Petre doesn't give a shit. He's not going to do anything because of him. Or anyone.
He's not going to admit that he's regretting it, either.
It feels like a sharp pain in his skull. Then his stomach. Then his muscles ache all over, and he thinks that there's the taste of blood in his mouth. Someone else's blood, warm and fresh, would be savored, but when it feels like it's his own, it makes him grimace. ]
Fuck. Fuck!

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Those games you play, maybe tell me more of Diana, whatever you'd want to talk about.
[ To keep your human tongue and human mind. ]
We won't sleep.
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[ A quiet voice, like he's slowly falling asleep, somewhere in a half-delirious dream.
But it's a probable lie. Diana wouldn't go on a rampage, she was more sensible than that. Perhaps because she'd be nearly invincible in her rampage, should she ever came to lose control. ]
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[ She reassures him, watching, uncertain whether she should shake him awake or let him dip. Would he feel betrayed later, if she let him fall under? She continues to brush lightly against his thoughts, the surface level where she does not need to do anything invasive. Perhaps that will do, to convince him he is not falling into the coma. ]
Diana is the Messiah, the most powerful, she wouldn't let this happen. She even kills gods.
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[ He does fall under, in her arms, forehead on her shoulder. ]