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Post by Clyde on Apr 12, 2011 21:56:36 GMT -5
Clyde tried to follow her head with his hand as best as he could when she shook it back and forth, continuing to tease her. The boy, however, was stopped rather abruptly from a face plant from the young looking spirit. "Aah! Let gooooo~!" If she wasn't holding onto his shoulder, he surely would have fallen to the floor from her hand as it pushed against his face. He laughed out and hiccuped drunkenly as he tried to maneuver away from the hand, but any of his attempts were half hearted and he didn't really have the coordination to stop her.
Even when Sven broke his glass with his power, Clyde's attention was focused on the hand forced up against his head. He gave muffled responses to Autumn but it was unintelligible for the most part due to the hand being in the way. When she turned his head away he managed to ask curiously, "What's going on, Autumn? Turn me back I want to see..." He hiccuped before suddenly falling silent again, dryly falling into the hand's hold.
When she finally released her hold on him he gasped out for air rather dramatically as if she had been suffocating him, even though she wasn't, until he finally collapsed back into the comfortable position he was in just moments before she had face planted him, leaning against her for support. With a relaxing smile, he muttered out happily, "Even if it isn't my choice...I'll try and save as many as I can. It's what I should do, what I promised to do..."
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 12, 2011 22:44:11 GMT -5
Sven let out a faint smile, as he looked up towards Autumn. The wounds on his hands had regenerated themselves, the slivers of glass being pushed outward into the black puddle of his own excretion. His eyes darkened, the silver irises seemed to dull down as his eyes became clouded over, his voice echoing as though from every angle. "Exactly.......... the only hope is to become strong so you're not among the fallen when the final bell tolls."
Upon Clyde's remark, Sven let out a sarcastic laugh before halting himself. "Do you really think you can save every last being? If you appear before them as their messiah, you might be able to rally up disciples to assist you, then the possibility is opened that you will survive. But if you fail, you will be naught but a martyr forgotten by the melody of time."
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 13, 2011 23:26:29 GMT -5
Autumn let's Clyde settle back against her. His will to save everyone, while admirable, is starting to wear on her. It was just a way of setting himself up for failure. And every time he would eventually fail would only slowly make him more and more bitter, it would twist his heart more and more. It would eat away at his innocence and make him more and more twisted.
"Clyde... You cannot save everyone, I'm sorry.. It's the truth, and the more you think that you can save everyone the more it'll hurt when you can't." She looks sad, "You have to pick your battles. Choose who you would give your life for. Make it somebody who's closest to you. That way you can put your whole heart into it.'
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Post by Clyde on Apr 14, 2011 8:57:41 GMT -5
The human lowered his head away from the two even as Autumn began to speak with him, it stung at him as she spoke. He was silent and his face looked hurt from her and the arrancar's words, it didn't help that he was not exactly aware of what he was saying or doing at the moment. They were both right in their own ways, it would be impossible to save everyone and certainly there would be casualties. Saving everyone would be impossible, but he had to try, or the casualties could be even higher if he didn't. Autumn was only trying to help him, and had he not been effected by the alcohol he would have listened.
If he weren't drunk, he wouldn't start rambling as he suddenly did now. "I already failed to save someone close to me..." He stuttered out with another hiccup, sounding a bit shaken, he fell back from his relaxed position, nearly falling from the stool. "The only reason I...have a purpose, is because I took hers when she died, I took it because I had none of my own. If I don't follow that purpose I'll have no reason...I'll be alone again. I'll be empty again. I don't want that feeling, I don't~" He finally looked up towards her again, his face matched his tone of voice. Hurt, lonely, and drunk. She would know the feeling of emptiness he spoke of, the one that ate away at the both of them.
Suddenly, however, he burst into a small fit of laughter. "I'm soooo depressing, aren't I? I forgot, we're trying to relax!" He held his hand to his head and continued to laugh drunkenly before sighing again to try and relax himself, perhaps they forgot the boy's mind set wasn't exactly clear at the moment. As he laid against her stuttered out "This place makes me feel so isolated -hic- if you weren't here Autumn I'd probably be worshe or shomething. Thank yoooou~ Next time though, let's just relax at the river or shomething." He yawned out, sounded rather tired. He closed his eyes perhaps beginning to fall asleep.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 14, 2011 18:30:14 GMT -5
Sven merely glanced at Clyde before turning away. He had grown bored of such theatrics, and the perseverance of a drunken human was beginning to irritate him. The boy might as well be writing his epitaph now, for he was blinded by his passion, although it could just be the booze talking.
Glancing towards the dance floor, Sven's gaze traveled across the shuffling of feet. Perhaps he should test the boy's resolve. A quick swipe of a blade and Sven could fall several people just to see if it would illicit a reaction. If it didn't, then it would just prove the hypocrisy spouting from the lips of the human. It struck him as hard to believe that Virgil lost to such a bleeding heart. Too bad, Sven thought to himself, if the boy had the nerve there'd be one less Espada right now.
Then the thought crossed his mind. If he continues along this path, his anguish at his incompetent would eventually drive him to become among the Hollow he saw as evil.
"Ignorance has been the downfall of many...."Sven would mutter under his breath, his face stretched into a contemplative look.
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 17, 2011 0:32:07 GMT -5
Autumn looks to the boy as he talks about his troubles and the darkness they shared. His laughter quickly died and he fell against her again, feeling sleepy. She shakes her head a little bit. She turns her head to the arrancar as he seems to be thinking deeply. His words rang true, to her, and her attention once again fell upon the drunken boy on her.
She closes her eyes for a minute, thinking about what to do with him. she needed to send him home, but felt she couldn't do that and be at peace. She couldn't let him sleepily wander alone. She stands carefully, making sure not to let the boy fall and moves a bit to put his arm around her shoulders, "It was...interesting...meeting you here, Sven, but I believe it's time we take our leave." She nudges Clyde a bit with her hip, because it seemed the easiest thing to do, "come on, Clyde, I need to take you home now." Keeping hold of his wrist as it was slung across her shoulders, she moves her free arm around his back and to his hip to help support him.
[exit]
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Post by Clyde on Apr 18, 2011 16:42:36 GMT -5
The boy felt Autumn move his arm around her shoulder, but he did nothing to stop her. He was still too drunk to react to anything properly, he stayed like that as she said her goodbye to the arrancar, simply breathing rather slowly and not paying much attention to what she said to him. When she nudged him with her hip it caused him to hiccup and temporarily get his attention again. "Take me home? But I thought we were gonna stay and relax..." He sounded disappointed but did not fight against her as the two got up from their chairs. "...Ooookay, if that's what you want to do, -hic-. It's hard to relax here anyway, it's so loud. We'll go home and relax~" He gave a light laugh, nudging her with his hip and mimicking her action. He practically fell over, but her hold on him was more than enough to prevent that.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 18, 2011 17:22:39 GMT -5
Sven stood there, his eyes watching the two leave. Bending over, he picked up his cloak. Throwing it back over his shoulders, he threw the hood over his face, masking his eyes. If he was to get stronger and face the Shinigami Captains, he needed some training equipment. The two seemed adequate enough for some decent sparring.
Sven's foot pushed off the ground as he disappeared, reappearing behind the DJ overlooking the dance floor. A quick Bala shot from his fingertips sent the DJ spiraling into the dancing masses, ensuing hysteria among the masses as the contorted corpse of the man fell onto a set of partying lovers.
Through the whole time, the smile remained unwavering across his face. "Now the symphony of our hearts shall come to a spectacular finish."
Placing his forefinger upon the disc table, he sent a burst of his reiatsu coursing through the wiring, the once soft vocals of the singer turned to shrill cries of a banshee. Sven was thoroughly amused as he watched the masses fall before him, clutching their bleeding ears as they slowly lost consciousness.
Sven glanced towards the doorway. If that didn't incite attention, he didn't know what would. He harmed the humans through their weak senses to incite others. Turning around he let out one final Sonido burst, disappearing from the scene. He awaited their next arrival which would not be as friendly as this one had been.
Clyde was an adversary, a simple martyr who once again couldn't even protect the insignificant worms that now laid strewn across the dance floors, as he found himself outside, his hood hiding his face as he casually walked away from the club, his hands buried deep within the pockets of his loose fitting pants.
[Exit]
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