Canon is DRAMAtical Murder, and he is *not* happy with his player...

[brandedberserker]

[Pacing. Back and forth and back and forth--at least he can move in this white space, isn't chained up.

Not enough.

Snarling, snapping, sudden jerks. He's agitated. Enraged to be drawn from that point in this state, but he can't communicate what he barely understands. Not in words. Lost the ability. So instead he paces, glares, seethes at this thing he can't destroy, and hates it. For taking him, for keeping him, for not allowing him to destroy. He paces like any other pissed off animal stuck in a cage because it's still a cage, even if it's a different one, because the preferable options are out of the question with his arms manacled behind his back and the fact that this thing he hates so much is untouchable.

Why like this? But the answer doesn't matter anyway when you can't fathom the question.]

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I-I had to. /sob. <3

[hairnerves]

K-Koujaku!

*This... he remembers this. In Oval Tower, and... Aoba shudders at the memory, approaching the berserked Koujaku without fear. His hands grasp his friend's tattooed shoulders, seeking to make eye contact. He's not sure if he can even do anything even if he uses Scrap now.*

{You know, I have had a thought in my mind of tattooed!Aoba. See where that might end up. It's been awhile, sadly, since I've played Koujaku's route. And after the anger of Mink's route (god I hate that route!) I definitely want to replay Koujaku's at some point. ;A; Also, checked your warnings/permissions before tagging, just in case. <3}}

Oh nooo ;u;

[brandedberserker]

[His name barely means anything, a forgotten epithet, but Aoba's voice? He recognizes that. When he's pulled from, that's the voice he hears day in and out. He bares his teeth, something not quite human tearing from his throat as Aoba nears; he twists, jerking away and pulling back a few steps, away from hands, away from Aoba. This isn't the same Aoba, and brows knit in confusion. He bends, snarls at Aoba, and glares as he pulls at the restraints binding his forearms. Futile.]

((Haha, oh maaaaan. Oh, that would... My heart. And yeah, Mink's route... I know he's supposed to make us mad, but there were better ways to do it, and there was a transition failure in there somewhere between his story and good ending. Story problems, it has them. Maybe R:C'll fix them a bit. And huzzah for reading those. xD He's definitely a character who needs them...))

<3 (aah, I need to make more icons...)

[hairnerves]

*Aoba lets Koujaku jerk away, and he doesn't pursue him. Instead, his eyes feel hot as he looks at what remains of his best friend.*

Koujaku...

*There are no words. This is what would have happened if he'd failed Scrap in his own timeline. And yet, even though it's not his fault - for this Koujaku - guilt and grief tug at his heart all the same.

*He doesn't move, but he offers a hand to him, palm-up. It couldn't hurt to try.*

{Really? A transition failure? ...Yeah, I can see that. It was... really weird and I didn't like it at all. XP I felt the urge to replay Koujaku's route because I was so disgusted.

{I don't know why but I'd really like to thread or just... write that - tattooed!Aoba - sometime. But words, how does I do them? But yeah, it's been a scenario that I've wanted to play out ever since I finished Koujaku's ending many months ago.}}

I have no idea what to do about more for this guy... -stares at the nutbar-

[brandedberserker]

[Submissive. This Aoba is submissive--too submissive, and it gives him pause. Not of humanity, but of a monster surveying what stands before it. He growls, flashing teeth, and begins to pace once more. Back and forth and back and forth and he eyes the upturned hand. Submissive.

It might not hurt to try, but as Koujaku approaches, investigates, he's taken by the impulse to bite that hand, to watch the reaction regardless of success or failure.]

((There are just some serious gaps in the storytelling in Mink's route, yeah? That's what I mean. And words work by hitting them with hammers and staring ideas down, I find. It's a neat idea, though. And leaves me with "GDI RYUUHOU" feels all over again.))

Heh.

[hairnerves]

*Aoba simply waits, watching him calmly. He doesn't move, waiting patiently. Well, at least until Koujaku bites his hand.*

Gah...!!

*He takes a slow, calming breath, but doesn't jerk his hand away despite the fact that his fingers are shaking from pain and he's bleeding. Strangely, there's something relieving about being bitten. Even though this isn't his fault that this Koujaku is like this.*

Kou..jaku.

*It's a strange feeling, this....*

{<3 Should I get such a post open, would you be interested in tagging it? :3 I'd might need to replay Koujaku's route to re-familiarize myself with, well, the Ryuuhou stuff, but...
{Edit: And the post is up! http://hairnerves.dreamwidth.org/1042.html}}

[brandedberserker]

[Wild eyes lock on Aoba's face, picking up scent and micro-movements. Jaws tense at first, but relax after a moment; it doesn't process, doesn't register why this is strange, just that it is. But it doesn't curb the wave of destruction, doesn't change that he's still raging, still denied lashing out at the one responsible for his current situation. His growl is low, somewhat more human. But... even if it isn't his Aoba, it's Aoba.]

((Haha, yeah, I'd need to replay it, too. Just to pick up the details for that scene and stuff. :> But I might tag it! Depends on what my load's like in the games I'm in right now since I've been kind of ducking my tags for it. Oops. xD;))

[hairnerves]

*He simply shifts a little closer, wanting to touch him no matter what pain it might bring him.*

Koujaku. *His tone is low and quiet, tinged with a bit of strain from the pain in his hand. He moves a little more, gently touching is bicep. Even this small touch can so easily be shaken off.*

I wish... I could change what happened to you. This... you didn't deserve this. You don't deserve this....

{Not a problem. <3 I also don't mind if it happens to take awhile. <3 Though I'd prefer a sane!Koujaku for that if that's alright, considering the timeline. XD;}}

[brandedberserker]

[The touch garners a growl, but that's all. The tone is vaguely quieting, but it doesn't really change anything. He's still not going to release Aoba's hand, not going to be able to understand the words spoken.]

((Oh yeah, definitely sane!Koujaku for that. XD! I wouldn't have thrown this guy at you. .....and you did not see the misfire. There was no misfire. -wiggles fingers-))

[hairnerves]

*The bite still fucking hurts, but as long as Koujaku doesn't dig in, he finds that he doesn't mind as much as he should. He keeps his demeanor quiet, submissive; nonthreatening. He gives a very gentle squeeze to his arm, and the added pressure is brief and fleeting.

*Although he can do nothing, he doesn't want to leave him. Aoba closes his eyes, at a loss.

*There's nothing he can do, and it hurts.*

{Ahaha, okay, I didn't see it. ;D Nice Aoba account~}}

[brandedberserker]

[...And after a moment, he simply lets go. Aoba is still Aoba, even if this one is different, even if he isn't pale and white. Aoba before. Before? But Koujaku rumbles in his throat, doesn't put further thought into the idea--this place is outside of that, but he doesn't really know. He glares hard at Aoba, though, even if he's left the man's hand to bleed.]

((noooo you saw nothiiiiiiiiing-- xD))

[hairnerves]

*He opens his eyes as Koujaku releases his hand and offers a faint smile.*

Thanks for letting go, Koujaku.

*Using that same bloodied limb, he uses the pad of his thumb to cautiously touch the unmarked side of Koujaku's face. His touch is light, and shaking slightly from pain, not fear.

*Even if the man before him is now more of a beast, it's still Koujaku. He still can't kick his feelings aside.*

{Heee x) }}

[child_of_wind]

Are...are you alright?

[His ears twitched ]

[brandedberserker]

[Short answer: no. Long answer: most berserkers aren't, and he's kind of stuck this way. Permanently. But now the little creature has his attention, whiiich... might not be a good thing.]

[child_of_wind]

[His ears press to his head as his bushy green tail went between his legs, typical behavior for any animal who wasn't looking for a fight.]

Is..is it alright if I speak to the wind here? [Dont bite him please. ]

Can you talk?

[brandedberserker]

[It isn't just animal behaviour for Koujaku, it's the drive to destroy--including his player, at whom so much of that desire is directed.

Whatever the "talking to the wind" is, he doesn't recognize it; the phrase is foreign, and Koujaku can't respond anyway. His player's choice in timeframe works against that. Sorry, bitty thing. He shifts forward, flashing teeth.]

[child_of_wind]

[He'll just lean away from the man, his ears pressed flat on his skull. He wasn't sure he could even take the larger man.

But what kind of protector would he be if he couldn't?]

Please don't use that tone with me! It's very rude.

[brandedberserker]

[Protection and preservation hold no meaning for him. Quite the opposite set of minds, particularly with Koujaku lacking much in the way of one. He snaps his teeth with the scolding, not understanding it but recognizing the tones.]

Poor Arno xD Koujaku would never eat him! Right? <:D

[child_of_wind]

Don't eat me! I wouldn't taste good at all!

[How does one speak to Koujaku?]

Please calm down....