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sirenspull_logs2012-04-17 12:24 pm
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Some things should remain locked within yourself
Who: Frau, Hitsugaya, and Hinamori
When: Starts the night of the 18th, may also include blurbs from days after until Sins plot is over
Where: Around Sector Four, then Hitsugaya's place?
Summary: Frau's been fighting off the rather large combination of deadly sins that lead to the scythe gaining control
Warnings: Violence, almost soul consuming, maniacal laughter, simply out of your mind behavior
At first Frau had been able to control it. The thoughts pulsing from the scythe were always there and always would be. Usually it was easy enough to ignore them, shove them back down. Sometimes they were stronger and required a little more force to fix, like his arm being slammed into the wall. That had always shown the scythe who was boss once again. While the scythe continued to eat at him from the inside and pulled on his desires to consume souls, good souls and not that disgusting ones he allowed himself, Frau rarely had an issue controlling it. The only times it flared so much stronger was when a specifically good soul was around or right after he'd fed and allowed himself to slip up a little.
The last few days had been different though. The urges to ignore the corrupted souls and focus only on the pure ones had grown to the point that Frau could barely control them.
Why would you want to control them?
Because it wasn't who he was. He hadn't lost his human soul yet. He would not become him.
It's who you are.
No. He isn't.
You were made from a piece of him. You can't avoid what you are. Forget your human soul. You know you will never be able to hold on forever. There is nothing wrong with this. It's who you are.
The laughter that had echoed in Frau's head after that also slipped from his lips, filling the night sky. A dark, maniacal laughter that was far from sane. Frau's brilliant blue eyes now flickered with a gleaming red light and a lust that shone clearly within them. Nails black and lengthened, teeth viciously pointed in a wide, dangerous smile proved something was off. This wasn't Frau. The scythe was in control, Frau's consciousness pushed so far down that he had no idea what was going on anymore.
One quick bound and Frau had pounced onto an unsuspecting passerby. His gloves were off in a second, Zehel's tattoo on the back of his hand looking corrupted by thick veins that nearly obscured it and trailed under Frau's sleeve where they spiraled unseen up his arm. Without hesitation, Frau caught the man by the neck and slammed his teeth closed over his shoulder. When the dark smoke that had erupted from the man's body cleared, he was gone. Frau was once again standing at his full height, blood running in a single line down his chin.
"Ahhhh~ Disgusting. Alwaysss disgusting. They taste the way they are. Corrupted. Vile. I want a more delicious soul. A purer soul. Yessss. Kehehehe. Hahahahahha!"
When: Starts the night of the 18th, may also include blurbs from days after until Sins plot is over
Where: Around Sector Four, then Hitsugaya's place?
Summary: Frau's been fighting off the rather large combination of deadly sins that lead to the scythe gaining control
Warnings: Violence, almost soul consuming, maniacal laughter, simply out of your mind behavior
At first Frau had been able to control it. The thoughts pulsing from the scythe were always there and always would be. Usually it was easy enough to ignore them, shove them back down. Sometimes they were stronger and required a little more force to fix, like his arm being slammed into the wall. That had always shown the scythe who was boss once again. While the scythe continued to eat at him from the inside and pulled on his desires to consume souls, good souls and not that disgusting ones he allowed himself, Frau rarely had an issue controlling it. The only times it flared so much stronger was when a specifically good soul was around or right after he'd fed and allowed himself to slip up a little.
The last few days had been different though. The urges to ignore the corrupted souls and focus only on the pure ones had grown to the point that Frau could barely control them.
Why would you want to control them?
Because it wasn't who he was. He hadn't lost his human soul yet. He would not become him.
It's who you are.
No. He isn't.
You were made from a piece of him. You can't avoid what you are. Forget your human soul. You know you will never be able to hold on forever. There is nothing wrong with this. It's who you are.
The laughter that had echoed in Frau's head after that also slipped from his lips, filling the night sky. A dark, maniacal laughter that was far from sane. Frau's brilliant blue eyes now flickered with a gleaming red light and a lust that shone clearly within them. Nails black and lengthened, teeth viciously pointed in a wide, dangerous smile proved something was off. This wasn't Frau. The scythe was in control, Frau's consciousness pushed so far down that he had no idea what was going on anymore.
One quick bound and Frau had pounced onto an unsuspecting passerby. His gloves were off in a second, Zehel's tattoo on the back of his hand looking corrupted by thick veins that nearly obscured it and trailed under Frau's sleeve where they spiraled unseen up his arm. Without hesitation, Frau caught the man by the neck and slammed his teeth closed over his shoulder. When the dark smoke that had erupted from the man's body cleared, he was gone. Frau was once again standing at his full height, blood running in a single line down his chin.
"Ahhhh~ Disgusting. Alwaysss disgusting. They taste the way they are. Corrupted. Vile. I want a more delicious soul. A purer soul. Yessss. Kehehehe. Hahahahahha!"
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He'd have to dispel his own barrier around the house and take the battle to the open sky, if it came to that. And that would still leave countless people in danger.
His mouth set more firmly at that little display. So Hollow-like, all these mannerisms. But the creature Frau was becoming would not be allowed to feed.
"I don't know." He hated saying that, wished he had a better answer for her -- she looked to him to have answers. But this power wasn't of their world, and there was much of it that they still didn't understand. "Just concentrate on keeping that last barrier fortified."
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Frau red sparked eyes flicked around to the pillars surrounding him, and he growled deeply. They needed to come down. Fine then. Let them come down. As he lifted his head, a cocky smile crossed his face. He wasn't worried in the least about having the power to escape. The wing curled in close around him before snapping outward. With it went the power Frau hadn't even needed to gather. It rippled out from him, slamming into the barrier.
((I don't know if power could escape the barrier if it's still standing, but if it can... I would assume that Hitsu/Hina would be able to feel the pressure/wind of it.))
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"No," she whispered firmly to the darkness. It was too soon to be giving up hope, to soon to be readying blades. She could do this; she knew she could. Hitsugaya was right—she just had to focus.
She stepped away from him to give herself room to work. Her hands came out in front of her, one holding her zanpakutou, the other underneath the blade in a sign. "Walls of iron sand, let the clouds condense, a priestly pagoda, grave of the once seen..." Eyes open, she kept every drop of attention on regulating her reiryoku, strengthening both the cracking pillars and the final barrier. She refused to sacrifice one for the other. Without even knowing it, she began weaving in other spells, a rich tapestry of ancient patterns written in the language of the gods, molding and melding their strengths into something even she had never seen before.
The pillars began to change their color, laced with light of every hue and the sparkle of bright, new metal. The barrier outside changed too, becoming more transparent and yet more solid—like the momentary clarity of a wave before it crushes those caught beneath it.
She would save it. She would save it all.