[He's only getting more worked up - over the voices, over things playing out exactly as he'd hoped they wouldn't but knew they would. When do things ever go his way?
The claws slash into him this time, the hand overhead briefly ceasing its constant movements, maybe to let Scaramouche taste a small amount of punishment. Red blood drips from the skin, and a bright, purple liquid oozes from what lies just under: the torso of a puppet. His hands fly up again soon after, the movement still unnatural, as he throws his sword Ryo's way like a javelin.
The voice continues, unfettered, as if the battle unrolling beneath its booming tones is nothing more than a storybook tale winding toward its inevitable conclusion.
Nameless, quiet and nearly gentle, a tone that seems warm despite the continued thread of power that ties each voice together. The creation, seeing the pain that having feelings could bring with it, vowed to never allow itself to be held back by such things again.
Date, who speaks with an edge of something near-flippant in the words. Perhaps the fierce god was to blame for the flaws that lead to this. Even within the scope of their divine knowledge, how were they to foresee its actions?
Harrow, who sounds cold and impartial, like the backbone of a celestial court. But when left unfettered and alone, such a heartless creation would undoubtedly strike like a viper. "I want to break it", it thought. "I want to break it all".]
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The claws slash into him this time, the hand overhead briefly ceasing its constant movements, maybe to let Scaramouche taste a small amount of punishment. Red blood drips from the skin, and a bright, purple liquid oozes from what lies just under: the torso of a puppet. His hands fly up again soon after, the movement still unnatural, as he throws his sword Ryo's way like a javelin.
The voice continues, unfettered, as if the battle unrolling beneath its booming tones is nothing more than a storybook tale winding toward its inevitable conclusion.
Nameless, quiet and nearly gentle, a tone that seems warm despite the continued thread of power that ties each voice together. The creation, seeing the pain that having feelings could bring with it, vowed to never allow itself to be held back by such things again.
Date, who speaks with an edge of something near-flippant in the words. Perhaps the fierce god was to blame for the flaws that lead to this. Even within the scope of their divine knowledge, how were they to foresee its actions?
Harrow, who sounds cold and impartial, like the backbone of a celestial court. But when left unfettered and alone, such a heartless creation would undoubtedly strike like a viper. "I want to break it", it thought. "I want to break it all".]