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じゅう}{ 天瓊を以て滄海を探るの図 }{
Jul. 31st, 2009 12:46 am}{The screen is filled with snow, black with hints of gray here and there as a picture struggles to form. A glare of circular spectacles pierces through the thick dust, momentarily disembodied till the frame fills with a tired smiling face attached to those specks. Anji is panting lightly, leaning against a cracked counter where he lies a dead boar of sorts in the sink to soak the blood out of. Despite the exhaustion reigning his muscular frame, he looks rather victorious.}{
Say, say.. Onee-san! Chipp-kun! We'll have.. real hanbāgā tonight! Perhaps.. goad Johnny-san into joining.. if he brings some saki, na? It will taste.. just like home. So we won't forget what we left behind.. What questions still need answering for.. for all of us.
Say.. Onee-san.
}{He's clutching the counter at this point, his sinewy arms shuddering, clear with red ravines that look like scratches from the vicious rain. No longer looking at the screen he seems to be staring through his own hands, auburn and mussed hair falling into his sable gaze.}{
There was.. one more thing.. }{A faint smile dances upon his lips.}{
But I'll... }{There's a tight gasp from him, sweat beading down his brow as his hand grasps at his chest so tight his nails drag rivets against his bare breast.}{
Have to st-stall again... GHNN! }{The pain ruptures through his body like a million tiny needles piercing and ripping through every fiber of his being. The screen goes flying and a loud thud is heard. Before the screen the man lies twitching uncontrollably as he claws at the ground to get up. He seems to be muttering to himself over and over, lifting his head and staring through the splash-screen as if it weren't there. As if he was seeing something in the distance that no other could see.}{
It's OK.. it's OK.. It's OK.. I've waltzed this.. narrow line before... between heaven and earth.. I... just danced too closely.. this time..
}{Blinking deeply a black streak of ink streams from the corner of his eye. Another, and another, and another, and as he touches his face it smears on his hands and he stares upon it with that strange amusement of his. The times where he would laugh in the moments where he should cry. He wants to chuckle but a harsh cough ruptures his seemingly undeterred frame, a ball of liquid onyx splattering on the floor. The stain seems to gain life of it's own, solidifying into the thinness of paper till it's form manifests into the most beautiful black butterfly he had ever seen.}{
A-ahh..Ch..chou-chan.. }{The sight of it has him daunted. For the butterflies that inhabit his spirit as his guardians and friends seem to have rebelled against him. The feeling of dread teases every end of him and it was then he knew he had crossed the thin line between life and Yomi. A misstep in his waltz brought about by his own foolish curiosity.}{
It's.. my blunder.
...
...Sorry...!
}{As his voice grows fainter and he forces the cries of agony to strangle and die in his throat his shivering fingertips reach out to paint ティキ upon the small screen. The last line streaks suddenly as his digits begin to shatter like glass, breaking apart into hundreds of the creeping shrieking insects. The kabuki suddenly raises in a bolt of blood-curdling pain, and an angered cry to accompany it. His back arching, two great butterfly wings burst from his spine, only to crack in millions of insect-shaped pieces that eat and devour away at his body till nothing is left.
The swarm of butterflies fill the rest of the screen till a pair of circular spectacles drop down before the inked words, their glimmer the last light to be seen before the image becomes filled with snow again.}{
((OOC: Goodbye Anji. We barely knew ye! ))
Say, say.. Onee-san! Chipp-kun! We'll have.. real hanbāgā tonight! Perhaps.. goad Johnny-san into joining.. if he brings some saki, na? It will taste.. just like home. So we won't forget what we left behind.. What questions still need answering for.. for all of us.
Say.. Onee-san.
}{He's clutching the counter at this point, his sinewy arms shuddering, clear with red ravines that look like scratches from the vicious rain. No longer looking at the screen he seems to be staring through his own hands, auburn and mussed hair falling into his sable gaze.}{
There was.. one more thing.. }{A faint smile dances upon his lips.}{
But I'll... }{There's a tight gasp from him, sweat beading down his brow as his hand grasps at his chest so tight his nails drag rivets against his bare breast.}{
Have to st-stall again... GHNN! }{The pain ruptures through his body like a million tiny needles piercing and ripping through every fiber of his being. The screen goes flying and a loud thud is heard. Before the screen the man lies twitching uncontrollably as he claws at the ground to get up. He seems to be muttering to himself over and over, lifting his head and staring through the splash-screen as if it weren't there. As if he was seeing something in the distance that no other could see.}{
It's OK.. it's OK.. It's OK.. I've waltzed this.. narrow line before... between heaven and earth.. I... just danced too closely.. this time..
}{Blinking deeply a black streak of ink streams from the corner of his eye. Another, and another, and another, and as he touches his face it smears on his hands and he stares upon it with that strange amusement of his. The times where he would laugh in the moments where he should cry. He wants to chuckle but a harsh cough ruptures his seemingly undeterred frame, a ball of liquid onyx splattering on the floor. The stain seems to gain life of it's own, solidifying into the thinness of paper till it's form manifests into the most beautiful black butterfly he had ever seen.}{
A-ahh..Ch..chou-chan.. }{The sight of it has him daunted. For the butterflies that inhabit his spirit as his guardians and friends seem to have rebelled against him. The feeling of dread teases every end of him and it was then he knew he had crossed the thin line between life and Yomi. A misstep in his waltz brought about by his own foolish curiosity.}{
It's.. my blunder.
...
...Sorry...!
}{As his voice grows fainter and he forces the cries of agony to strangle and die in his throat his shivering fingertips reach out to paint ティキ upon the small screen. The last line streaks suddenly as his digits begin to shatter like glass, breaking apart into hundreds of the creeping shrieking insects. The kabuki suddenly raises in a bolt of blood-curdling pain, and an angered cry to accompany it. His back arching, two great butterfly wings burst from his spine, only to crack in millions of insect-shaped pieces that eat and devour away at his body till nothing is left.
The swarm of butterflies fill the rest of the screen till a pair of circular spectacles drop down before the inked words, their glimmer the last light to be seen before the image becomes filled with snow again.}{
((OOC: Goodbye Anji. We barely knew ye! ))
