secondhandeye: (Subtle foreshadowing.)
secondhandeye ([personal profile] secondhandeye) wrote in [community profile] string_theory2016-11-28 07:09 pm

Subaru//Some

It had been a long day.

The new Diet building was haunted. Subaru, as well as many other spiritual leaders they had consulted, all said it would be as such. But the government insisted on rebuilding on the same ground.

Now they expected Subaru to clean up the mess.

He could hear the Sakura murmuring things in the back of his mind, that nagging itch that connected them growing to a din he couldn't ignore any longer, but tonight he could. He might need some help to ignore it, but he could.

He stopped at a corner store, leaving with a bottle of vodka and an instant dinner. The old woman saw him often during her graveyard shift, and was always happy to. The nana always teased him about what he got up to at night, but if she knew, she probably wouldn't feel quite as comfortable teasing. It made Subaru very happy she'd never know. She reminded him of his grandmother.

He didn't want to head to the Sakura borrow. Being in that surreal place always made it harder to ignore the Sakura, even if it was a safer place. And being in this bare, white apartment, whose walls he was so use to, was much more comforting. He set the food on the counter to let it cool, and fished his cigarettes and light from his coat pockets, before tossing it on to the couch.

The night air was warm, the noise even reaching this high up. A train line had run near his apartment before, the land had been unredemable, and it cut a jagged dark scar into the many lights of Tokyo. It was one of many. Plucking a cigarette from the pack, he tossed the pack to the table as he leaned over the balcony. His eyes traces the blinking traffic lights along the edge of gash, a dozen new creative traffic arrangement as the city strained to function and grow.
gruesome: (Grue - from above)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-29 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Lying on the floor in a dark, sparse apartment, the Toy patted nervously at the belt he wore. Weapons were an unaccustomed weight to him, but this client had wanted extra assurance. The target was to be killed, no matter what. He could feel System riding in the back of his mind, ready to step in. But he could also feel her amusement - she'd want to see him try first.

When he heard movement below, he rose silently, padding on four feet out to the balcony. The light below was harsh and disconcerting as he leaned out over the railing, but he fixed his eyes on the silhouette of the human there. That was the right balcony, it had to be the right target.

Gripping the railing with his feet, he went over it in a sinuous curve, dropping down directly at the figure below.
gruesome: (Grue - from above)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-29 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He caught his scent in an open mouth and his heart leapt. He had the right target. That was the scent he'd been given in the dark little room where he'd been prepared for this. Twisting, he lunged to follow, three hands reaching to grab an ankle mid-air. He couldn't let him get away now.
gruesome: (G - Running)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
The Toy jerked back from the lights, startled, and it reflected brightly off eight wide eyes, two curves of small, sharp teeth. He'd been told the target had abilities, but they hadn't described lights out of nowhere. He nearly let go, one hand flashing up to protect his eyes, but System snapped out a warning not to release him.

With a panicked growl, he kept his grip, yanking on the man's ankle.
gruesome: (Grue - What?)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
The Toy *felt* it, something abruptly muffled in his head, and he let go of the human as he staggered, catching himself against the glass door. "Wh-what-" he stammered, voice hoarse. He lifted his hands to his ears, but the muffling wasn't there.
gruesome: (G - Running)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Cautiously, nervously, the Toy stood up straight as well, the crest of fur atop his head brushing the balcony above. A moment ago, he'd felt System's urging running through his blood, her glee at seeing him commit violence against his will. Now, suddenly, she was completely silent.

"What did you do?" he stammered, looking around them anxiously.
gruesome: (Grue - What?)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
To grue eyes, the distant walls were distressingly bright, and he squinted, one pair of eyes disappearing entirely into his fur.

"... I'm sent to kill you," he blurted out, hands wringing together. "I don't want to, but I have to."
gruesome: (Grue - What?)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
He should. He knew he should. He'd pay so badly for this delay when he could hear System again, but without her...

He shook his head, running a hand through his scruffy crest. "I don't want to," he said again, this time a little helplessly. "And I h-have to do whatever they say but I can't hear her now... whatever you did, I can't hear her..."
gruesome: (Grue - What?)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
The Toy's shoulders slumped, and he glanced into the apartment, lowering his head. "... I would like to stay like this a while longer, if we can?" he asked, meaning the shield. Whatever it was. "I p-promise... I can promise not to try anything until I must."
gruesome: (Grue - What?)

[personal profile] gruesome 2016-11-30 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
At a loss, the Toy hesitantly folded his legs beneath him, sitting across the table from his target-turned-host. "... I can't ask you not to," he said circumspectly, already bracing himself for the expected pain of a small flame.