[Eiji Harada]

Eiji let out a nervous chuckle as she mentioned the amount of times she had hit him. It was probably no surprise that he had lost count and even though he tried to look confident and like it wasn't affecting him, his vision was starting to fade. He could feel it. He was going to pass out at this rate. ''Maybe I am, what's it to you?''

All he could do was watch helplessly as his chin was lifted up and the blade was brought to his face. Then grimace and bite down and grit his teeth as to not whimper from the pain as he was cut. It wasn't even that deep but it felt a lot worse, compounded by how much pain he was already in, and the fact that he was convinced he was going to die here by her hands. A brief cry of pain finally left him, unable to hold the pain back he was breathing heavy. Shit, was this it? Was this all he was good for? The Brain was going to be sorely disappointed in him, not that he went out without a fight. If anything, he could take solace in that fact. That he fought until the end, even if he was laughably weak in the face of danger. They were going to find another Heart, a better one would take his place.

''N-No...'' His consciousness was clearly starting to fade as he could barely keep his eyes open on her. ''Why?''

Jackie Maradona

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The blade held there at Eiji's flesh, its cold point pricking at his skin as it remained unflinching. The bitter, metallic edge pressed against him, not breaking the skin with its pressure, spreading its frigidity out from the tip and into the rest of his body like a breeze of ice passing through him. Even in Eiji's remaining consciousness, the ice pierced. But the blade never did. It's deathly touch, instead, eased away from him. In fact, along with the rest of the blades that aligned the device, it retracted back into the criminal's cloak, which now fell to her sides and dwelt dormant again. "Putting out fire i' not my intere't, intention, or e'en inclina'ion." She stood there, still, now embraced by her cloak. Only one hand stuck out. "It'd be a wa'te of my time and my effort to do something like that, e'pecially in shour case." She scratched at the back of her neck, reaching back into her hood to do so. "Shou're 'tupid, and shou'll burn things shou don't mean to. Shou'll do so much damage shou won't under'tand till the ashes pile up at shour feet. But shou'll see it — shou'll see it, alright." Her hand returned inside of her cloak, and with it, the silhouette of her figure disappeared into its shade. "Shou're 'till burning 'mall. Shou pro'ably won't burn large enough for a long, long while; shou 'till 'aven't cho'en what to burn shet, too, and shou may not know that shou can choose what shou burn." The weight pulling Eiji down would ease. In fact, it would disappear in its entirety, dripping into particles that vanished along into the air, the creature's grin along with it. "If shou're not an enti'ely 'tupid brat, I'd recommend 'taying in thi' place. Shou're in no condi'ion to fight, and I don't imagine the chaos would come 'ere of all places." She'd turn her back to him. "And shou 'aven't 'tarted burning properly, so don't wa'te thi' chance." ✉ tag -- Eiji Harada ✎ 332 words ※ Burn brighter, Heart! Choose what you burn!

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[Eiji Harada]

Even though the blade didn't pierce his skin, in the moment it certainly felt like it. He was completely at her mercy, if she leaned in just a couple more inches he would no doubt be dead on the spot. Killed in an alleyway, perhaps a fitting end for a street rat like him. He had all but accepted his fate, but was surprised to find himself gasping for air he didn't know he needed when she pulled the blade away.

''I don't... I don't get it.'' Was she not a villain? Were they not fated enemies and if so, why not kill him then and there? What if he was the type to hold a grudge? What if he came back for revenge someday? For some reason he had ascribed a lot of negative traits to her, but he realized then that if he was in her position, there was no way he would kill some random challenger who didn't stand a chance against him. That wouldn't be right. ''See what? What'll I see?'' He asked, almost desperate for answers. He was tired of being an idiot. Of never knowing about anything, of always being one step behind. Why The Brain elected him to be acting leader while she was gone was beyond him. What did she ever see in him? Why was he made the new Heart?

''I-I'll burn even brighter! One... Day I'll...'' He heard the last of her words, but they were distant, muffled by the darkness that overtook his vision and soon he had passed out completely. Grinta had spared him. Now he could only hope that fate would spare him the rest of the horrible Babel attack too.

Jackie Maradona

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Grinta stood there, watching as the light in Eiji's eyes dimmed for their slumber, with the quiet stare of her fiendish mask. Her words coiled unto him a last respite as he drifted off, embracing him in their chilled grasp as he safely — or, as safely as could be found on this day — before disappearing to him entirely as it all faded to black. But Grinta still remained, awake, and watchful over the scene that still persisted. The world had never dimmed for her, and she had no spot for rest just yet; she couldn't be, with all still left to do. Her place in this masquerade — of this hell-sang symphony raining over Tokyo, whose drums echoed even now to her from a distance — was not yet one completed, nor was it one she was satisfied with. Much more lay there, beyond this day's horizon, waiting for her to find. She would need to step further along towards it, chasing, alongside the days and the nights, whatever stood at the very end of the eclipsing vista. "Ya still think that's how ya wanted ta send the message?" Pundit, who still rested, protruded, from the back of the vigilante's cloak, chirped up. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel the shift in its expressions. "As opposed to?" It closed its eyes. "As opposed'ta talkin' Stop-Sign down. Mean, ya already had him basically locked in the air or the ground if ya wanted, so why bother puttin' 'em three feet under?" The smile along its contorted mouth dipped at the corners, falling below the place where either end parted. To call them "lips" would be a gross mischaracterization. "I said we should just take our time here, but ya went on a whole crusade 'gainst this guy." "There is no 'we,' Pundit, shou're ju't some fucked up voice that doe'n't know when to shut up; shou don't control what I do, nor do shou 'ave a say in what I choose. Shou a'e a part of me, su'e, but shou aren't anything mo'e than a di'traction." "I am you!" it howled, widening its eyes and furrowing its brow. "Stop playin' like I don't say what you think!" Grinta grabbed Eiji by the collar, pulling his limp form with her braced arm and clutching the fabric tightly in her fist. She lifted him up enough for only his legs to drag across the pavement and set him against the wall, easing his head against the bricks before undoing her grasp. "What are shou, if not an 'it?' Shou're not me, but shou exi't inside of me. I don't 'ave any rea'on to think otherwi'e." "I'm no 'it.' And I wouldn' call m'self a 'they,' either." "Why not? Why does it matter?" "Don't feel right." Pundit sighed. "And the sooner ya figure that out, the sooner you'll realize how much of a dumbass yer bein'." Grinta fell silent. She stood there, still listening to the sounds of the drums in the far, far distance, and swayed without so much as a word. She looked down at Eiji, watching the steady rhythm of breathing that still maintained itself; she looked at his arm. The machine he kept there, which filled the hole where his flesh and bone had been, rested just alongside its still-whole counterpart. She'd seen it when it floated in the air, and she'd seen it when it pulled down to the earth. She hadn't, however, simply seen it at rest. No, she'd been so quick as to immediately pull it from the wielder's control. "It could be better." And then she was gone. ✉ tag -- Eiji Harada ✎ 602 words ※ And there stir the fools; good fun of a thread!

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[Jinx]

☆ MISSION SUCCESS ☆

The school of hard knocks teaches on location!
Great thread you two!

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