- twenty-two • audio, video

[militia]

I did it, Papa... I did it It's alright now... [ a pause. and then - high, unsteady giggles. ] H.. hahaha! See, see! It's not so hard, it's not so--

[ coughing. he feels sick. so sick, this can't be- ] Stop looking at me!!

[ smash, smash, smash. snap. splat.

the journal rolls over, showing the grisly sight for all to see. shuri's practically bathed in blood, head thrown back. his foot is slamming down again and again into the remains of his enemy's head.

The laughter is back. Hard, crazed, and desperate- But now, it's mixed with sobs. ]

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[tinyhawk.livejournal.com]

[tinyhawk.livejournal.com]

[!]

[tinyhawk.livejournal.com]

[video] done!

[tinyhawk.livejournal.com]

Oak.

[video]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ the body is still there.

there's no snow to cover it. it's still there and he wants to run away, but he can't because there's nothing to cover up this mess.

shuri's thoughts are terribly disjointed. he won. he won, he won, he won!! it was a cheap shot, but he still won and that should be all that matters!

he steps back, unsteady on his feet... the voice? he twitches, looking from side to side. ] Konatsu? Where-? Where?

[video]

[tinyhawk.livejournal.com]

Look at your journal.

[Voice]

[fyulong]

[....Oh hell, this is bad.]

Shuri... Shuri...!

[Voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ unfortunately, mikage - your voice doesn't have the same ability to bring him out of hysteria that konatsu's does.

smash, smash, smash. ]

[Voice]

[fyulong]

[Now, Mikage can handle a lot of bad stuff. And he's promised himself to support Shuri with the serious issues when he can.

Right now? He can't. So the journal will be flung away and shut off now.

Sometimes it's just too much.]

[adevotedoak.livejournal.com]

Where are you?

Shuri, where are you?

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ it's a little later on when shuri manages to talk. after his conversation with konatsu and hei's rescue, he hasn't really been very... vocal. there was a bit of a shut down in the time it took to get from point a to point b, and when he's found his voice again. well. the miserable little blonde glances at the stained book.

but hakuren. hakuren is annoying. he's holier than thou, he's -- a traitor to what it means to be an oak, but he's infuriatingly oak all the while. ]

I want Papa...

[adevotedoak.livejournal.com]

I know.

[Shuri had always been close to his dad. But this was - he's not sure what to do here.

He just knows he has to find him.]

Shuri. Where are you?

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

... Camp.

[voice]

[analyzing]

[All that blood's nauseating, but more sickening was that laughter- and she remembers that kind of laugh well. It's giving her the shivers.]

Stop it. Stop it!

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ the laugh silences. shuri's breathing raggedly and unevenly. ]

[voice]

[analyzing]

...Shuri...?

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[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Shuri! What happened!?

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[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ sorry labrador. he's too out of it.

you might hear more of that hysterical laughter, before it peters off and mikado's taken control of the situation. ]

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[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Shuri!!

[and going to come look for him!]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Sigh. Gold had a feeling this guy wouldn't be able to take it. Shuri's too... soft and fragile. He should have stayed back like he said he would.]

Oi, you dumbass! Snap out of it!

[Voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ sorry gold. shuri's still caught up in his newly aquired fit of insanity.

but.

eventually he'll come down from that high. and just... be rather silently horrified at all the blood. ]

[Voice]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...Well, once he stops freaking out, Gold tries again.]

...Hey, Metro Lad.

[fabrecation]

[Oh

Oh god -

Luke can't look, and he can't listen, so he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to cover his ears as best as he can as he shouts out, tries to stop this person who's... who must've gone insane.]

Stop it! Stop it! What the hell are you doing?!

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[ the blonde's foot stops a mere inch in front of the mess that had once been a human face. he comes back to himself hard and fast, stumbling back - tripping over an exposed tree root. he falls back against the ground, cheek bashing against the root.

he sees snow but smells blood and hot, humid forest air. it's a disorienting effect. ]

[fabrecation]

[After a moment Luke slowly lifts a hand from his ear, and he chances a peek at the journal - only to quickly look away, as it's still pointed at that mess that used to be a human. But he does lower his hand to his side, and he clenches it into a fist. His stomach feels sick, and - and he's not sure what that person was thinking.]

A-Are you out there? [Damn his voice for trembling a little.]