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[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN
Location: Outskirts of Nevada
Rating: PG
Time: All day, Feb 27
Description: Shibusen offers a field trip to acclimate the guests to the Madness wavelength.


It's a perfectly pleasant day for the most part, if one is to look at the sky and maybe the horizon. For the attendees of the fieldtrip, however, things are naturally a lot more grim, if also lot more colorful. There are understandably no civilians in the area -- or any other signs of life apart from the group.

As promised, the location is extensively arranged to cordon off various areas of the place where Madness spikes have been identified. They are all properly labeled, both with text and visuals, and discreet agents kept an eye on all corners of the large field. The mirror by which the guest will come in is set in a corner, with some food provided next to it.

People are free to come and go, though the other end leads to the clinic instead of the Death Room. The rules are simple: venture into a level you think you can handle, and if you can't, someone will help.

In the afternoon, a light rain will come to add some variety to the endless desert. Make sure to take shelter in the open tents provided to protect you from the elements!

[ooc: Just put in open tags in the comments, [Character Name | Open/Close | Area/sort of madness targeted/whatever marker you want].

Plotting and information post was here.]

Comments

wow i always feel like i must apologize for ryoki /faceinhands

[halfcow]

He laughed at Spirit’s answer, as if that had been a really good joke. “I craved the knife in his neck and cut, cut, cut. He gargled in his own blood.” He breathed out, stepping towards the man “It’s kinda hard cuz you got the spine on the way. But ya just gotta tug it.” as he spoke his hands mimicked the movements he had done before, and finished by holding up an invisible head above his head. And obviously by now, Ryoki was hard and panting from excitement. “I came so fuckin’ hard.”

And he didn’t want to leave. Whatever Spirit said about that, Ryoki blatantly ignored it.

lmfao that's all right, Spirit has a Stein who gets dissection-happy on a normal day.

[daddyscythe]

"Yes, yes, that's nice," he replied. He shouldn't have been surprised by this sort of thing, because their world was just like that. Leo was the nice one of the bunch by far, the one who tried not to be a complete and utter ass, because even through Haru's sweetness, Spirit knew that he had been nothing short of deranged back in their world. A week of Haru recovering from drug withdrawal and getting bitten, scratched and stabbed by him had been enough of a demonstration.

He missed Haru, but he wouldn't have wanted to deal with his friend in the throes of Madness.

The longer he let Ryoki stand here, the deeper the would go. Despite his better judgment, Spirit reached over and grabbed Ryoki by the elbow, although he held his ground and prepared for an assault. He wasn't about to drag Ryoki out yet, but he needed to do that soon.

good then he's used to creepy people

[halfcow]

He breathed out and the smile still on his lips remained, twisted by the madness – and also the sadistic excitement pooling inside his guts – and licked his own fangs, slowly. He was not going to fight the madness and right now, every single cell in his body demanded him to accept it and reject Spirit’s request of getting the hell out of there.

Strangely, the boy actually allowed Spirit to reach for him. He wanted him to, after all, he wanted Spirit to be as close as he would get, because Ryoki really wanted to ask him something. The yellow cat eyes set on him and the half bull leaned on the older man, his free hand rest at his chest. “Senpai, will you do it?” he came closer to Spirit even, eyes still set on him.

“Will you scream for me? Will make me cum?” and another maniac laugher escaped the bull’s throat as he raised his leg, and his hand gripped on Spirit's clothes for support. And with that, he hoped to hit Spirit right between his legs. A low blow. Ryoki didn’t care.

And violent ones, too.

[daddyscythe]

Spirit didn't survive such a dangerous job with a dangerous partner for so long by dropping his guard at Madness-crazed kids. Spirit gave Ryoki a flat stare as he felt Ryoki's weight on him and the kick that was coming -- and promptly disappeared into thin air to reform behind the boy. It was a common enough trick that long-time Weapons used, turning momentarily into their weapon forms and 'jumping' a short distance away to avoid danger, and very few people were as fast as Spirit at changing from one form to another.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, holding up his hands in a mostly useless attempt to prove that he was harmless.

[halfcow]

The half’s eyes widen when he saw Spirit turning; he hadn’t expected that. Well, in Ryoki’s state, he couldn’t expect anything since he was completely out of it. He blinked, as Spirit turned and held up his hands.

“I wanna hurt you.” So it really didn’t matter at this point what the Death Scythe wanted to do, because Ryoki had his own plans and those were to kick Spirit’s ass and probably kill him. Which he probably won’t fulfill, but he will try.

At this point, Ryoki just wanted to indulge his need for violence and nothing else, because even if the rush of the madness made him feel as if he was high, in the back of his mind, it scratched all the wrong places and it seemed to bring memories he didn’t want to remember. So violence was the answer. Violence and getting off to it. With that, he could forget whatever was crawling inside of him.

“I wanna hurt you really bad.” He repeated it, and again charged towards Spirit, hoping to jump him.

[daddyscythe]

Spirit skipped quickly back, staying out of reach of the boy because as far as he was concerned, it wasn't in his interest to get himself or his family jewels pummeled in the face.

Maybe he could keep on backing off until they stepped off the high-level field of Madness? That was a possibility... He leaped back, seeing if Ryoki would follow. If not, then he would probably have to get into closer contact with the kid, which was really unfortunate.

Vaguely, Spirit noted down that the next time they did this, he was going to cage off the high-level fields even if he had to build a city here himself.

[halfcow]

“Stop runnin’, fucker!!” Ryoki followed, and again he charged, to again try to punch him. The fact that he couldn’t only frustrated the boy more and more because there was no blood and pleasure of hitting for him to get distracted with. All he had right now was a lot of anger, lust for violence he wasn’t able to fulfill and memories asphyxiating him.

“I will kill you!” Eventually he was too frustrated to run towards Spirit; instead, Ryoki stood still, panting and huffing like a mad bull before he reached to clutch at his hair, repeating the same thing over and over again. That eventually stopped being just “I will kill you” and he threw a curse or two in the mix, before changing his mantra to “I hate you”.

I am sorry for being so late.

[daddyscythe]

"You aren't seem to be trying hard enough," Spirit said with a frown, mildly disappointed that his ruse hadn't worked. He'd just have to go there and grab him himself, then, to hell with getting a little roughed up.

With that decided, the redhead ambled over to Ryoki, prepared to dodge some and take some so he could get a grip on the boy enough to drag him out. Maybe it would have been easier to take the flat of his blade to Ryoki's head, but Spirit was always loathe to hurt their guests. Even if they were agents, they could still die by accident, and anyway Stein would never let him hear the end of it.

It's fine!

[halfcow]

When Spirit approached, Ryoki's eyes snapped open, and for a moment he stood still only to make sure he was indeed getting closer. And from that, the bull moved again reading himself to attack the man in front of him. Ryoki would never tired of trying that, apparently.

His leg moved, aiming his foot to Spirit's face and hoping he'd be able to break his nose and make him bleed. That's all the boy really wanted. Some blood.

[daddyscythe]

Spirit wasn't crazy enough to take it full in the face, so he tuned his head to the side to catch the kick in the cheek. A cut lip and a bruised cheekbone was easy to fix, the pain bearable, but he did need to breathe a lot...

Ow. The impact still hurt, though, and it was stronger than expected what with Spirit getting thrown back to follow the trajectory of his head. Madness made people stronger in most cases, right.

He grunted as he landed and rolled back up into a crouch, wiping at the blood his cheek with the back of his hand, wincing at the burning sting of it.

[halfcow]

The yellow cat eyes widen at the sight of blood and even if it wasn't much of it, it was enough for Ryoki to feel that growing delight inside his guts; a shiver made him release a sound, very similar to a moan in pleasure and the boy licked his own lips, imagining how Spirit's blood would taste like. "How cute~!"

A laugher joined and thoughts of making Spirit bleed even more filled his mind and made him react even more, squeezing his legs together. "Senpai, ya really gotta bleed some more~"

Again, he attacked, this time with a fist directed at the man's stomach.