Adachi Tohru (
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[Open] A poisonous feast
Characters: Tohru Adachi [The Evil Queen (Snow White)] & everyone / anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.
Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.
The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.
Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.
The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.
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Out of the storm, billowing black clouds and wailing wind gave way to a man riding a dark horse, wearing black armor and a thorn crown-- glowing yellow eyes meeting with Adachi's own. In one of his hands he wielded a heavy, unwieldy spear that all the same looked deadly.
Behind him, other riders could be seen, their faces pale and sunken, but certainly familiar to Adachi.
...The King raised his spear, eyes alight with unnatural fire as the storm cloud grew larger, and larger.
He'd found his prey. ]
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Oh shit.
Of course it was Dojima with his essence powers, looking like he's out for murder. Of course he would be able to create faces of the people Adachi's gotten killed.
He should have paid more attention to what Dojima's essence was. A fool he was.
Adachi continues to run, but he knows inside that it's futile. Dojima wanted him caught no matter what.
And somehow... it was okay with him. To be caught by Dojima. Not that he'd ever surrender willingly, but it felt appropriate. ]
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You think you'll be able to run away from him? ]
[ Well, it was true that it was difficult to keep you in line of sight. All these trees were in the way, making Dojima and Llamrei need to constantly dodge them in their chase.
But there was an easy solution to that. ]
[ Right in his hand... ]
[ Lightning surged as Dojima lifted the spears into the air, wind and dark energy swirling around the spears tip as it spiraled and grew, larger, larger-- ]
RHONGO-- [Boiling, writhing, wailing-- thunder rolling along the forest, until--] MYRIAD---!!
[ The Wild Hunt itself, the manifestation of storms-- crashed through the trees and underbrush, uprooting and destroying everything in sight, a making a long stretch of the forest into a blasted heath of charged wood- ]
CW: blood
That spear sure is something.
Adachi is lucky enough to dodge most of the coming debris and the attack's power, but he's unlucky enough to actually get hit by the spear when if finally reaches him.
The spear his his leg, stopping him right there and pinning him down. He screams because of the agony and once he recovers from the worst of the shock, he tries to remove the spear, wincing as he moves.]
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Doesn't even register consciously to him. ]
[ Other than now he had a straight shot to his prey. ]
[ How quickly did he actually get to Adachi? It's hard for Dojima to know-- time is meaningless right now, but as the man struggled to free himself, Dojima was suddenly overtop of him, grasping the spear and pushing down-- pinning Adachi where he was. ]
[ Black armor, black cape-- cold yellow eyes glaring down at Adachi from his position. ]
...So how does it feel to be the helpless one, Adachi?
[ ...His voice wasn't normal. Even Dojima could tell that. It was cold... darker, angry. Bitter. ]
Are you-- [ He pushed his boot down onto Adachi's chest, putting his weight on it-- ] 'enjoying' it?
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Well, it's a first time for everything... though I never thought I'd see the day you stooped down to my level.
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[ He pulled back his boot from Adachi's chest... only to kick Adachi hard in the stomach-- ]
Don't make me laugh, you piece of shit--
[ Adachi wouldn't get much time to recover, before Dojima was ontop of him-- heavy black armor weighing him down more, grabbing the collar of Adachi's shirt, shoving him into the ground. ]
You think this somehow equals your level of pathetic?
[ Dojima drew his fist back-- ]
You murdered two innocent women --
[ And slammed it into Adachi's face. ]
You just sat back and laughed while the whole town suffered--
[ Another punch-- ]
While Yu and his friends put themselves in danger--
[ Another-- ]
While NANAKO WAS DYING, just because you could--
[ This time-- the punch didn't connect, instead, hitting the ground just besides Adachi's head-- ]
BECAUSE YOU WERE BORED, RIGHT, ADACHI?!
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The words? They don't hurt. Or so he tells himself. It's mostly true. The thing that actually hurts is that Dojima's acting like this. It's not the Dojima he knew.
This is not who he's supposed to be. He may be violent and hit him for saying stupid things, but this? This was beyond that.
And he was to blame. He guesses he should proud.
He's not.]
It's not just boredom, but since it's a pain to explain I'll take my right to be silent.
[Yeah he's not making things better, but he doubts he has the power to make things do.]
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All Dojima could do was loom over Adachi, his fist still at the side of his head, cratered into the ground, his other hand still gripping Adachi's collar tight. ]
[ ... Maybe Adachi would feel it on his cheek. A drop falling of something wet. Rain? But it was warm-- ]
...What... could I have have done to help you?
[ If he looked up, he'd see.
Still glowing yellow eyes staring down at him. But the rage was slowly vanishing and pooling and dripping down along Dojima's cheeks--
Were tears. ]
What could I have said to stop you?
[ The cold edge to his voice had given way to something else. ]
If I had known, you needed help...
[ If the Shadow is the True Self, then the Truth was...
For as much as Dojima was enraged by Adachi--
For as much as he wanted Adachi to be punished--
...He blamed himself more for not being the partner Adachi needed. ]
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Of course.
Of course this idiot would blame himself.
And all of this was how he was truly feeling, no doubt.]
Idiot.
[He's kind of getting weak, but he huffs in an arrogant tone anyway.]
If you think it's all on you to change people's minds, stop it. I was me before we even met. Nothing you could do about it.
[He groans.] So stop the self-pity and just arrest me already you jackass.