[his eyes widen at that, and while he's caught up in the memory... he can't help but note how similar something like this feels. it's like corruption, he thinks. the satisfaction at causing that destruction, the satisfaction he himself sometimes felt at looking on what he'd done and knowing how thoroughly the enemy was eliminated. how it felt to let that power course through him.
he has to take a moment to catch his breath after that, shaking his head to try to clear it... but in the same moment, it all starts over again.
In this scene, Chuuya's walking with another boy, brown-haired and bandaged, wearing a black coat-- Dazai, according to his memory-- as they approach a strange, jeweled room in an otherwise wrecked-looking space. A white-haired man sits inside, idly rifling through jewels, dropping them one by one as he repeats a chant-- it'll be mine. It won't be mine. It'll be mine...
"Those jewels are all real... he could have made a woman very happy," Dazai sighs, as the man continues his ritual and ignores the two of them.
"It's not much fun seeing these readings come true," he murmurs to himself. "Starting an organization hasn't helped me get what I want..."
"Give me back my friends," Chuuya growls, and the man finally looks up.
"Welcome, boring guest," he says, monotone. "I don't expect you to give me what I desire. Die now, as they did." A fog rises around his feet as he stands, and multiple bodies come into view behind him. "All your friends killed themselves. Boring people are boring, even in death."
"You..."
The air around Chuuya shifts as he snarls out that word, anger spiking red-hot in him as the red glow of his ability surrounds himself... but it's more intense, the atmosphere around him oppressive with the weight of gravity, and something snaps loose within him. His power flares, strange red markings crawling over his skin, his own clothes unable to hold up as the sleeves rip free of his jacket. A harsh wind rages around him as he addresses Dazai:
"Don't stop me."
"Oh, dear. Corruption, huh?" Dazai steps back, but he looks and sounds completely unconcerned; Chuuya doesn't care. He's focused on the man ahead of him, his anger focused on one thing: killing him. Killing him, destroying him utterly and completely along with this entire building, along with whatever he can see, destroy kill destroy--
Most of his awareness slips away as he lets out a scream of rage, pain already beginning to set in as his body strains under his own unleashed power. The last thing he's aware of is the sound of an immense explosion.]
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[his eyes widen at that, and while he's caught up in the memory... he can't help but note how similar something like this feels. it's like corruption, he thinks. the satisfaction at causing that destruction, the satisfaction he himself sometimes felt at looking on what he'd done and knowing how thoroughly the enemy was eliminated. how it felt to let that power course through him.
he has to take a moment to catch his breath after that, shaking his head to try to clear it... but in the same moment, it all starts over again.
In this scene, Chuuya's walking with another boy, brown-haired and bandaged, wearing a black coat-- Dazai, according to his memory-- as they approach a strange, jeweled room in an otherwise wrecked-looking space. A white-haired man sits inside, idly rifling through jewels, dropping them one by one as he repeats a chant-- it'll be mine. It won't be mine. It'll be mine...
"Those jewels are all real... he could have made a woman very happy," Dazai sighs, as the man continues his ritual and ignores the two of them.
"It's not much fun seeing these readings come true," he murmurs to himself. "Starting an organization hasn't helped me get what I want..."
"Give me back my friends," Chuuya growls, and the man finally looks up.
"Welcome, boring guest," he says, monotone. "I don't expect you to give me what I desire. Die now, as they did." A fog rises around his feet as he stands, and multiple bodies come into view behind him. "All your friends killed themselves. Boring people are boring, even in death."
"You..."
The air around Chuuya shifts as he snarls out that word, anger spiking red-hot in him as the red glow of his ability surrounds himself... but it's more intense, the atmosphere around him oppressive with the weight of gravity, and something snaps loose within him. His power flares, strange red markings crawling over his skin, his own clothes unable to hold up as the sleeves rip free of his jacket. A harsh wind rages around him as he addresses Dazai:
"Don't stop me."
"Oh, dear. Corruption, huh?" Dazai steps back, but he looks and sounds completely unconcerned; Chuuya doesn't care. He's focused on the man ahead of him, his anger focused on one thing: killing him. Killing him, destroying him utterly and completely along with this entire building, along with whatever he can see, destroy kill destroy--
Most of his awareness slips away as he lets out a scream of rage, pain already beginning to set in as his body strains under his own unleashed power. The last thing he's aware of is the sound of an immense explosion.]