[hot pants, you find yourself holding a bat with nails, standing over kumon's crumpled form. the bat is splattered with gore, dripping. kumon is weak, slowly regaining consciousness but it would be easy to end it. he does have his knives, jagged glass, also dripping with blood. one looks on the verge of shattering, though. then again, you could still probably make use of your color if you really needed to.
hot pants, look at this kid. he's weak, he's a wimp, playing dead, running away. but you saw what he's capable of. that blood on those knives, that's yours, and that's vin's. and before that, you watched those knives drive into the chest of a man who had fallen off his horse, on the ground, helpless. a dinosaur, bringing it down. kumon might have spent most of the last fight unconscious, but between those two and vin, he probably has the highest kill count here. you feel a calm certainty, an awareness that your feelings are guiding you to the right course of action.
kumon, you're weak and barely awake, but you see hot pants standing above her, and you see the gore on her bat. you remember watching her beat a purple-haired kid with that bat, bashing his head in, until you couldn't take it anymore and passed out. she didn't show any mercy then. a fierce protectiveness comes over you. you were too weak to protect your friends and too weak to protect him, but someone has to stop her, don't they?
the air is still and silent, but a voice rings out in your head. finish it.]
[Ah. At least...she has a chance. That's what she thought, even through the anger, when she woke up in the Prism. I have a chance. I have to make things right. And here, now, with Kumon in front of her, well, that chance is clear as crystal, isn't it?]
[She's an angry person, she knows. But deep down, she wants to believe it's a rightful, just anger. This young man killed Johnny, killed Diego. Maybe not her Johnny, her Diego, but the point is moot. He did wrong. He killed many. He hurt Vin, too, and that, she won't show mercy for.]
[It has to end like this.]
Tch. I see you wanted to take your murder mystery to the big stage. [She says, calmly.] Regardless, I don't want to draw this out any longer. This has to end now. Die peacefully, for everything you did.
[Her body is still shaken by what happened earlier, so her strength isn't all there - regardless, she's slamming down the nail bat down at his general form, at least aiming to try to keep him down, if it won't strike true.]
[It's happening all over again, again, again. He's never been able to make it count when it mattered. Every time he thinks he's going to make it he falters at the last moment. His body's always worked against him, the stress and pressure forcing a fever.
But... She killed Juza. The guts on her bat, the way Juza looked when Kumon finally managed to regain consciousness and immediately wished he hadn't. It feels like a failure on his part, even though he doesn't know how to help- he's never known. Fighting, especially like this, was never something he was interested in.
He shudders violently and rolls away. Just get away, find the others. Protect them, how is he supposed to protect them? He doesn't even know where they are. Doesn't he have to find them first?
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [18] Result: 18]
I'm sorry- I'm sorry, who did I- [He can't even manage the words. There's a nausea he's desperately trying to fend off.]
[Again, anger rises like bile in her throat - its acidic, it burns, her body hurts - but this isn't the first time its hurt. This isn't the last time. Her body is a machine, pushing forward, no matter what.]
[He rolls away, and she just steps forward after him, unrelenting.]
You killed two people I knew. You hurt Vin. Would you like to say that again, to my face?
[She's advancing now, her hands adjusting their grip on the bat.]
Would you like to say that again? "I'm sorry"? Don't do this. [No mercy, no mercy, no mercy. Just end it quickly, that's the only mercy she'll give him. It isn't even about revenge, she thinks. He has blood on his hands. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Retribution, plain and simple. His own knives have metaphorically come back to him.] Open your eyes to your sin. And die as you are, in all that you've wrought.
[May the Lord forgive you for all you've done.]
[She raises the bat, staring him down, eyes like steel, and hardens her heart, as she has always done.]
[He did. He killed two people, and he still has no idea who they are. Hot Pants killed Juza, and had no idea who he was. He was in the ring, and didn't know who he was against.
But he killed them. That doesn't erase anything.
He has to live with it, for all the time he has left. He killed. There is no coming back from that. Kumon hurt somebody he lives with because... because he didn't want to die. The man on the horse shot him, he wanted to live- isn't that normal? Isn't that natural? If somebody tries to kill you then you fight for your life.
In a panicked, desperate haze he takes his knives, one last time, and throws them at her arm at the same time he gets hit.
[as she wanders off, she will come upon ryunosuke and garou, through the mist.
meanwhile, kumon. your eyes open again. a blue glow is surrounding you. you're hurt, but the final blow on your head seems to have healed itself, as several blue fireflies surround you.
you're alone; hot pants has already left. you don't know how long you've been lying here. but in the distance, you hear marceline's voice shouting. will you go investigate?]
Touching his head, he can't exactly say he's fine, dizzy, on death's door and still, somehow, breathing? Hot Pants seems long gone, as he wobbles to his feet. Taking a moment to center himself, he runs towards Marcy.
He has to try. Knives are a terrible way to protect somebody, but it's really all he has. The knives get picked up as he runs towards his teammate, worried about what he'll find when he reaches her.]
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saturations) wrote2022-02-23 03:00 pm
Hot Pants & Kumon
hot pants, look at this kid. he's weak, he's a wimp, playing dead, running away. but you saw what he's capable of. that blood on those knives, that's yours, and that's vin's. and before that, you watched those knives drive into the chest of a man who had fallen off his horse, on the ground, helpless. a dinosaur, bringing it down. kumon might have spent most of the last fight unconscious, but between those two and vin, he probably has the highest kill count here. you feel a calm certainty, an awareness that your feelings are guiding you to the right course of action.
kumon, you're weak and barely awake, but you see hot pants standing above her, and you see the gore on her bat. you remember watching her beat a purple-haired kid with that bat, bashing his head in, until you couldn't take it anymore and passed out. she didn't show any mercy then. a fierce protectiveness comes over you. you were too weak to protect your friends and too weak to protect him, but someone has to stop her, don't they?
the air is still and silent, but a voice rings out in your head. finish it.]
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[She's an angry person, she knows. But deep down, she wants to believe it's a rightful, just anger. This young man killed Johnny, killed Diego. Maybe not her Johnny, her Diego, but the point is moot. He did wrong. He killed many. He hurt Vin, too, and that, she won't show mercy for.]
[It has to end like this.]
Tch. I see you wanted to take your murder mystery to the big stage. [She says, calmly.] Regardless, I don't want to draw this out any longer. This has to end now. Die peacefully, for everything you did.
[Her body is still shaken by what happened earlier, so her strength isn't all there - regardless, she's slamming down the nail bat down at his general form, at least aiming to try to keep him down, if it won't strike true.]
[crystal 🐴 lady pants Roll: [10] Result: 10]
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[It's happening all over again, again, again. He's never been able to make it count when it mattered. Every time he thinks he's going to make it he falters at the last moment. His body's always worked against him, the stress and pressure forcing a fever.
But... She killed Juza. The guts on her bat, the way Juza looked when Kumon finally managed to regain consciousness and immediately wished he hadn't. It feels like a failure on his part, even though he doesn't know how to help- he's never known. Fighting, especially like this, was never something he was interested in.
He shudders violently and rolls away. Just get away, find the others. Protect them, how is he supposed to protect them? He doesn't even know where they are. Doesn't he have to find them first?
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [18] Result: 18]
I'm sorry- I'm sorry, who did I- [He can't even manage the words. There's a nausea he's desperately trying to fend off.]
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[Again, anger rises like bile in her throat - its acidic, it burns, her body hurts - but this isn't the first time its hurt. This isn't the last time. Her body is a machine, pushing forward, no matter what.]
[He rolls away, and she just steps forward after him, unrelenting.]
You killed two people I knew. You hurt Vin. Would you like to say that again, to my face?
[She's advancing now, her hands adjusting their grip on the bat.]
Would you like to say that again? "I'm sorry"? Don't do this. [No mercy, no mercy, no mercy. Just end it quickly, that's the only mercy she'll give him. It isn't even about revenge, she thinks. He has blood on his hands. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Retribution, plain and simple. His own knives have metaphorically come back to him.] Open your eyes to your sin. And die as you are, in all that you've wrought.
[May the Lord forgive you for all you've done.]
[She raises the bat, staring him down, eyes like steel, and hardens her heart, as she has always done.]
[And brings it down directly at his head.]
[crystal 🐴 lady pants Roll: [20] Result: 20]
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[He did. He killed two people, and he still has no idea who they are. Hot Pants killed Juza, and had no idea who he was. He was in the ring, and didn't know who he was against.
But he killed them. That doesn't erase anything.
He has to live with it, for all the time he has left. He killed. There is no coming back from that. Kumon hurt somebody he lives with because... because he didn't want to die. The man on the horse shot him, he wanted to live- isn't that normal? Isn't that natural? If somebody tries to kill you then you fight for your life.
In a panicked, desperate haze he takes his knives, one last time, and throws them at her arm at the same time he gets hit.
Stop, stop it.
But he can't get away from the bat.
Mira ⚾ 9mon Hyodo Roll: [18] Result: 18]
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it's very quiet, for a long time. and then, in the distance, hot pants hears the sound of a chainsaw. will she go investigate...?]
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...
[Another person dead by her hands.]
[Just another body. Just another figure. Just another part of the job.]
[She wipes off whatever splatter came over her face....and then without a word, she moves, following the sound. What's next?]
[Her soul will never find solace in this lifetime, will it?]
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meanwhile, kumon. your eyes open again. a blue glow is surrounding you. you're hurt, but the final blow on your head seems to have healed itself, as several blue fireflies surround you.
you're alone; hot pants has already left. you don't know how long you've been lying here. but in the distance, you hear marceline's voice shouting. will you go investigate?]
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He didn't die?
Touching his head, he can't exactly say he's fine, dizzy, on death's door and still, somehow, breathing? Hot Pants seems long gone, as he wobbles to his feet. Taking a moment to center himself, he runs towards Marcy.
He has to try. Knives are a terrible way to protect somebody, but it's really all he has. The knives get picked up as he runs towards his teammate, worried about what he'll find when he reaches her.]
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