Moon me Blind x2
Jan 3, 2016 22:12:13 GMT -7
Post by Aimi Kaguya on Jan 3, 2016 22:12:13 GMT -7
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Aimi watched as Dustin spilled all of his secrets one by one, aided by Loki's 'interrogation methods'. He heard the feats of this Dye woman, and he chalked them up as fantasy. Conjecture, and elaborate lie, brainwashing, whatever. He knew for a fact that it was impossible to raise someone from the dead, truly give them life. You could mimic the gift of life like what he'd done, but actual life? Free will? Choice? From a dismembered corpse? Impossible.
His arrogance annoyed Aimi to no end, his only solace was that his fate was sealed. He didn't need to do anything, couldn't do anything to stop it really... well, not forever. Twenty seconds turned to nineteen and he kept talking and talking and talking. His speech might have been quick, but his words were insignificant. Aimi was mostly canceling them out for now, counting down the seconds in his head. Nineteen to eighteen, another ball of flame appeared at the four o' clock position around the ball of flame. It was getting exciting now, a third of his time was up already.
Still he held his hands close together in front of his chest, waiting to stop the flames' advances should he start to say something useful. Eighteen to seventeen. Still nothing useful. Impossibilities. Lies. He had no time for them, and no patience. He half wished that he hadn't sealed his fate so quickly so that Loki and he could do more to him. It was fun tormenting this man. A great stress reliever. Seventeen to sixteen. Another flame in the five o' clock position.
At last, as his time was almost half up, he said something useful. Something that triggered a reaction from Loki, something that sent him over the edge. At first, Aimi thought that it was the mention of the Venators. Which... who were they? What were they? Did Loki know? Were they the reason that he had lunged forward so suddenly? His curiosity was piqued, he wanted to know more. Time was short though. Sixteen to Fifteen.
Disappointingly, it was the mention of Terra, someone else Aimi didn't know, that had turned out to spur this reaction it seemed. How boring was that for him, more personal business of Loki's that he just didn't care about right then and there. Suddenly fifteen seconds was feeling like an eternity! Why hadn't he designed this jutsu to go faster? He knew the reason why of course, it was a curse that he was meant to turn on and off. The Tonberry Death Curse was a jutsu designed to force a person to do as you wanted. There was no removing it normally, so once the ball of flame was in place a person's fate was sealed. The only thing that could stop the deadly count down was the stalking Tonberry jutsu, something that like all of these other Ghost-light jutsu was a technique that only he knew. Their fate was ultimately decided however quickly or slowly he wanted it to. Twenty four seconds could last for as long as he needed them to before the flames consumed them.
This though wasn't exactly what the jutsu was meant for. As an execution sentence, it was horribly ineffective. Executions were supposed to be quick. Twenty four seconds, he'd come to realize, was just no good. He'd be better off in the future using this as leverage to manipulate someone, not as a death sentence to end someone's life right then and there.
Fifteen seconds turned to fourteen, and a tiny ball of fire appeared at the six o' clock position. Half way there now, ten second left to live. It then became a question of if he was going to make it through those ten seconds as Dustin's skeletal system visibly contorted and was twisted by Loki's will beneath their skin sickeningly. Much more of this and he might just die from internal hemorrhaging, the inside of the body was delicate after all. Either way, his fate was coming to a rapid close, be it by Loki's hands or his fire, Dustin was soon to depart from this world. He needed to say all he had to say quickly.
Fourteen turned to thirteen. Tick tock, tick tock.
Aimi watched as Dustin spilled all of his secrets one by one, aided by Loki's 'interrogation methods'. He heard the feats of this Dye woman, and he chalked them up as fantasy. Conjecture, and elaborate lie, brainwashing, whatever. He knew for a fact that it was impossible to raise someone from the dead, truly give them life. You could mimic the gift of life like what he'd done, but actual life? Free will? Choice? From a dismembered corpse? Impossible.
His arrogance annoyed Aimi to no end, his only solace was that his fate was sealed. He didn't need to do anything, couldn't do anything to stop it really... well, not forever. Twenty seconds turned to nineteen and he kept talking and talking and talking. His speech might have been quick, but his words were insignificant. Aimi was mostly canceling them out for now, counting down the seconds in his head. Nineteen to eighteen, another ball of flame appeared at the four o' clock position around the ball of flame. It was getting exciting now, a third of his time was up already.
Still he held his hands close together in front of his chest, waiting to stop the flames' advances should he start to say something useful. Eighteen to seventeen. Still nothing useful. Impossibilities. Lies. He had no time for them, and no patience. He half wished that he hadn't sealed his fate so quickly so that Loki and he could do more to him. It was fun tormenting this man. A great stress reliever. Seventeen to sixteen. Another flame in the five o' clock position.
At last, as his time was almost half up, he said something useful. Something that triggered a reaction from Loki, something that sent him over the edge. At first, Aimi thought that it was the mention of the Venators. Which... who were they? What were they? Did Loki know? Were they the reason that he had lunged forward so suddenly? His curiosity was piqued, he wanted to know more. Time was short though. Sixteen to Fifteen.
Disappointingly, it was the mention of Terra, someone else Aimi didn't know, that had turned out to spur this reaction it seemed. How boring was that for him, more personal business of Loki's that he just didn't care about right then and there. Suddenly fifteen seconds was feeling like an eternity! Why hadn't he designed this jutsu to go faster? He knew the reason why of course, it was a curse that he was meant to turn on and off. The Tonberry Death Curse was a jutsu designed to force a person to do as you wanted. There was no removing it normally, so once the ball of flame was in place a person's fate was sealed. The only thing that could stop the deadly count down was the stalking Tonberry jutsu, something that like all of these other Ghost-light jutsu was a technique that only he knew. Their fate was ultimately decided however quickly or slowly he wanted it to. Twenty four seconds could last for as long as he needed them to before the flames consumed them.
This though wasn't exactly what the jutsu was meant for. As an execution sentence, it was horribly ineffective. Executions were supposed to be quick. Twenty four seconds, he'd come to realize, was just no good. He'd be better off in the future using this as leverage to manipulate someone, not as a death sentence to end someone's life right then and there.
Fifteen seconds turned to fourteen, and a tiny ball of fire appeared at the six o' clock position. Half way there now, ten second left to live. It then became a question of if he was going to make it through those ten seconds as Dustin's skeletal system visibly contorted and was twisted by Loki's will beneath their skin sickeningly. Much more of this and he might just die from internal hemorrhaging, the inside of the body was delicate after all. Either way, his fate was coming to a rapid close, be it by Loki's hands or his fire, Dustin was soon to depart from this world. He needed to say all he had to say quickly.
Fourteen turned to thirteen. Tick tock, tick tock.