[ closed ] why hold onto all that?

[hitokiller]

WHO: Okada Izou and "friends".
WHAT: Messy shenanigans.
WHERE: Out over the ocean, mid battle with the kaijuu, Revelation's communal bath.
WHEN: 2/3~2/4 & sometime... after.
WARNINGS: Drowning, blood, asphyxiation. More ??? potentially.

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dan heng.

[hitokiller]

( everything happened so quickly, as many things do.

one moment he had his foot firmly planted on the lower deck of a yacht, fending off a monstrous beast attempting to jump onboard, and the next he was windswept, the rushing seas merging with the clouds all around him in his vision as if the world itself had shattered. the storm's intensity was alien, a something he'd never experienced before, his hands violently weaving through the water seeking anything that could pull him up and out—a rope, a hand—but... nothing.

if only he were still a servant, a ghost that didn't need to breathe to function. a creature that didn't need warmth to survive past death.

dammit. not here. not after being granted another life. no... no, he should be stronger than this, and so he battles the current once again, fatigued in his wet suit and damp skin, the blood-tinged waves surrounding him unrelenting, but... to no avail. the kaijuu's rage is unrelenting, the seas like an impenetrable fog. all that breaks through it and reaches his vision is the sporadic, dispersed searchlight from a yacht overhead, perpetually scanning for anyone struggling in the hungry waters.

for now, all his struggle results in is more water, and a fleeting calm folds behind scrunched, tired eyes. )

wanderer.

[hitokiller]

( placeholder... it's coming. i swear. )

blade.

[hitokiller]

( sometime after they recede from combat and draw down...

the need to wash off their grime is all but necessary, the fight with the kaijuu exhausting in more ways than one, or in izou's case, the fight against his aversion for the technology provided and having ripped it off, the pinprick of so many knives all over his body a sensation that has brought him a point beyond exhaustion. not to mention the odd side effects of the modifications, which most people appear to be experiencing.

izou follows a crowd of men down the corridor and into brimstone's public bath, the regret of his actions during the battle weighing as heavily on him as the choking sensation in his chest...

at least, his disoriented, weary self imagined he did.

what the. is that... ?

while glowering stubbornly at a tall figure next to him beneath the hot water, two naked hands pressed against the wall for support: )

The hell're you doin' here? This is Brimstone.