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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Dec 6, 2010 20:28:07 GMT -8
⚇ "I suggest you find out. It's kind of dangerous out here--"
Time was counteractive; dulled and dragging each second into the next. The hostile blade spun, catching the cold sky's glare as it shot toward its target. Donnie was far too gone in a maelstrom of his own thoughts to take notice of the blade before Rhycher's dark shape was brought to his attention. And even then, he numbly watched the surreal gaining of an attack meant to impale him, caught just a little far left from his own impulses. Why do you deserve to stop him?
The crack of metal against metal shot a jarring shock through Donnie's mind; a cold electricity. This wasn't due to the fact that Rhycher's blade had met it's mark... no... the universe had summoned a turn of events. Donnie stood still, as if made of stone as his optics met Lilith's face. It was impossible to find reason behind her actions, as Donnie was more than convinced that she hated him. His stare voiced confusion and sorrow all within a few moments, and he could only offer a weak nod in response to Lilith's request.
"Don't hurt him."
No... he wouldn't hurt Rhycher. He felt as if his claws had been jammed into their sheaths with such force that they were never coming back out. But Rhycher... that hunter's look on his face. The malefactor's expression. It made fear tingle in Donnie's fingertips, like the metal was flaking away. No, he wouldn't hurt Rhycher but... as he glanced to Lilith's chest, he couldn't be sure that Rhycher wouldn't harm Lilith... ... or the little soul she had inside her.
Donnie let his feet mold into the earth beneath him, keeping his claws carefully concealed as his gaze darted from Lilith to Rhycher and back. It didn't matter what these two had done to his son. The soul inside Lilith was innocent and new, and he couldn't let it fall into harm's way because of what he had driven Rhycher to become.
Donnie crouched suddenly, his optics sharpening as they focused on Rhycher's exposed midsection. He flung himself at the other in an attempt to tackle him over, or at least away from Lilith, arms reaching to wrap around the gray scientist's waist mid-air.
This was his fault. He wasn't about to flee the scene... not again. Not like last time.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Dec 6, 2010 22:36:58 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
Rhycher fell short and was forced to a jarring halt as his attack was interrupted by the other gray doll; he shoved against the blades that had come from her arms, his own weapon scraping irritatingly against the other's. It was so abrupt and unexpected that he actually lost his momentum and hesitated a heartbeat or two.
This was something new. Nobody had ever thrown themselves in to stop him before. Never. And what was she screeching about anyway?! Noise, noise, noise! It wasn't anything to do with him! All he knew now was that it was his JOB to attack dolls - these two were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was ALL!
"I don't know who you are! Now get out of my way or I'll-"
Donnie's movement caught Rhycher's attention too late. Most probably Donnie would have succeeded in shoving Rhycher away, forcing the doll to stagger. Except.. the gray ragdoll had one foot up and moving, ready to trip Lilith out of his way exactly as he'd done to Donnie not five minutes before.
The gray ragdoll, unbalanced as he was in preparing to force Lilith out of the path of his weapon, was easily removed from the lock their blades had been in, his scalpel making a high-pitched SCHREEE as it skid against and away from Lilith's.
Damn it! Of all the rotten days-- usually his prey rolled over or fled! This one had been about to!--
Rhycher landed heavily on his back and he lay stunned for a moment - if he were human the impact would've driven the breath from his body. His first instinct was to separate himself from the other - but there was no way he could bring his feet up to kick Donnie off. Instead he threw an elbow at the blue-ribboned doll, though there was less strength behind it than there could have been. The wounds and physical exertion of the previous fight were catching up and Rhycher's energy was sapped.
No, this couldn't happen! Not so early in his employment with the BRAIN! Was he really going to be beaten this quickly?!
Rhycher made up for his weakening state by shouting as angrily as he could at the enemy's face.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU PIECE OF JUNK!"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Dec 6, 2010 23:16:03 GMT -8
{ 141 → Lilith }
Lilith was stunned. Not physically, really. But the mental shock..it wore on her. Made her feel slow. Weary. How could she reverse something like this? Could she? What if..what if he was stuck like this? She could never leave him alone. If he went back to the BRAIN..he'd certainly be killed for what he no longer remembered. He couldn't be allowed to leave. Not like this. But then, that was putting everyone in the theater in danger. Including Eden.
Donnie barreled into Rhycher and Lilith stepped away, away from Rhycher's foot with grace and without thinking about it. She put her hands to her face, the horror creeping in. Her optics shrunk and an expression of grief crossed her dark face. She was alone again. She'd lost the only being outside her children that she'd ever loved. Loved truly, and loved her in return. A small whine came from her voicebox, a distressed wail. Grief and fear did horrible things to the soul.
Her light fluttered and dulled just a bit, as if stormy. Lilith stumbled closer, falling to her knees near Rhycher's head, trusting Donnie would keep him down. Gently, tenderly, holding back her desperation, Lilith bent at her waist and softly kissed Rhycher's forehead. Then the side of his optic, then his cheek, little fluttering, affectionate kisses, each a punctuation to her silent plea.
Remember me.
They brushed the corner of his mouth.
Remember me.
Settled on his lips. All affection, all passion.
Then she was up, covering her mouth with her hand and turning her back to them, her shoulders shaking softly as she began less and less able to contain her heartbreak.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Dec 10, 2010 17:23:32 GMT -8
⚇ A moment was all it took for Donnie to recover from the jarring impact with the ground, mainly due to the fact that Rhycher had broken his fall. Donnie almost flopped off of Rhycher when the other sent a desperate elbow in his direction, but was able to raise an arm just in time to parry the strike, his hands snatching toward Rhycher's wrists in an attempt to hold the other down. His weight wouldn't hold the other for long, but he had to try. Just long enough for some sense to get knocked into that stubborn storm-colored cranium.
The suffocating sensation of drowning was still present in the blue-ribboned ragdoll's mind. He felt as if his insides were slowly filling, smothering the voice from his body the way water extinguishes a flame. When Lilith crouched near her mate's head, tucking silent prayers against his face with her lips, Donnie found himself averting his eyes from the sight.
How was it that now, even when they were simply bags of soul without a heart, they could still suffer such heartbreak?
"Lilith I'm..." Donnie's voice echoed from his mouth in a hollow sound, and even as he struggled to think of something to say, it felt as if the words rumbled from some distant source. Lilith stood, the tremble of her shoulders serving as a foreshadow for her sobs. Donnie could only stare after her helplessly, his strained grip on Rhycher loosening. "... I'm so..."
I'm so sorry.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Dec 12, 2010 12:35:28 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
Oh, no. No, it was overbearing now.
Rhycher stared up at Lilith, blinking in honest to goodness bewilderment at her actions. It took a few moments before he remembered that he was pinned, sort of, since Donnie's grip was loosening; in fact this prompted him to act. Rhycher shifted his weight to the side and grunted with an attempt at shoving the enemy off. After another moment of this, Rhycher snarled wordlessly and pulled himself out from under Donnie, yanking his wrists free and pushing himself away with his feet. He didn't bother to stand. He regarded both Donnie and Lilith with dislike and confusion, and though he was on pause for now - these wounds would have to be fixed before he could do much else - he remained wary. He wasn't stupid.
And now that the pain was rising, physical and mental, the rational part of Rhycher's brain returned to him and filled the gap created by the rush of adrenaline from the brawl. It wasn't fair! He didn't even REMEMBER most of it! But it was obvious that something.. something was off. Just in the way the others conducted themselves, the way they spoke.. either he missed something or this was some pretty good teamwork.
And yet again the gray ragdoll, as he sat there breathing and staring at the two, was bombarded by distant, slow-crawling bugs inside his mind, as if his brain were being pulled behind something and would become snagged on a carpet over and over again. But no matter how hard he tried, no names would come up before his eyes to match with the faces. But the way she'd acted just now.. it wasn't acting. It seemed almost real. Maybe.. there was something to this.
"…what's.. what's going on?"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Dec 12, 2010 20:09:39 GMT -8
{ 141 → Lilith }
Lilith was lost to herself, lost the Rhycher freeing himself from Donnie. Lost to Donnie's fumbled apology. She had retreated, the grief emptying her spirit and blocking thoughts. There was just the emotion, just the feeling. In that moment, feeling was all there was. She didn't snap away from it until Rhycher's voice piped in.
"...what's.. what's going on?"
Lilith turned and looked at him from above, quiet. Maybe he was ready to listen now. "Rhycher..you've lost you memory. And I'm Lilith..your love." She stepped back in his direction tentatively, and just a small fraction, a pleading look in her optics. "You have a daughter..and I'm carrying your son."
[IT'S SO SHORT I'M SORRY OTL]
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Dec 17, 2010 8:38:54 GMT -8
⚇ "She's telling the truth, Rhycher." Donnie let Rhycher slip from his grasp, slumping to the ground while his fingers dug into the fine grainy texture of the earth. His chest still felt fogged: each word he spoke bowing under the weight of impending guilt. Everything he was told him to flee the scene; to make his presence scarce and allow this unlucky couple to deal with their own dilemma. But some inner resistance held him down.
It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. He had hardly touched Rhycher! Whatever happened had been a drive of the other's mind, perhaps provoked by Donnie words, but not forced by any sort of injury. Sticks and stones~
"We were fighting. It was mostly a verbal battle. I.... I think I hit a nerve." After he sparking hit several. "He was fine one moment... then..." Donnie turned his gaze to Lilith, his tone sounding awfully childish. "Then this." The blue-ribboned doll swept a glance back to Rhycher, not making a move to restrain him again, but sitting tense in case the other tried something.
"I'm the only one you should have forgotten."
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Dec 27, 2010 22:56:29 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
A daughter? A son? A love? What sort of nonsense was this? He didn't have a family!
The dark gray ragdoll took this moment to gain his feet, though he did so slowly so as not to provoke either of them to attack.
He was being told that what he knew to be his life wasn't completely true.
He had asked for an explanation and now that he'd been given one, he wasn't any more able to accept it as reality. If he'd been able to look at this situation rationally with his old mind he would've scorned himself. Look at this - he cracked under less pressure than Donnie was making himself deal with. And, what, he was the one who lost it.
But of course none of this was rational. Just a lie that they'd somehow found a way to hook into the back of his mind to make it seem important.
"I… I think I hit a nerve."
what the SPARK there it was
a confession
Rhycher's nervous, darting gaze flicked from Lilith - where it had been this entire time - to Donnie, taking on an icy and dangerous edge. It wasn't like the look he had in the last few minutes, like a predator, but more akin to his old look, perhaps even closer to the one he'd worn at the beginning of this argument when they'd been pushing each other with words. The copper-framed ragdoll lifted his hand and pointed at the blue-ribboned doll he knew to be an enemy.
"Hit a NERVE? What did you do?"
He took a menacing step towards the other, but halted before another could be made. Too weak for another close. Open wounds, both of them. He faltered. He looked.. genuinely confused. Wounds never stopped him before. Screw oiling to death. His mind had been messed with. Even if this wasn't real and everything they were saying was a lie, they.. they somehow latched it into the back of his head. So.. the wounds were why he stopped, right?
Right?
This.. this scared him. What was stopping him from attacking and killing this little brown nuisance? He wanted to just close his eyes and be back at the factory, like he used to - no, like he DOES - just sit on a piece of metal and watch the BRAIN build his machines so perfectly and without criticism. It was so simple.
Such weak self-control, such weak resolve, but.. no, strong! Strong!
No, his resolve.. it wasn't as strong as Donnie's. Especially now. What was the best.. best?.. no, maybe easiest? whatever!--
run.
regroup.
circle back………..
……………………?
The ragdoll dropped his hand from pointing at Donnie and stared at him for another long moment before stepping back, back, back, deliberate steps, before swinging around and breaking into a run.
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Jan 6, 2011 17:48:29 GMT -8
L I L I T H[/sub]
Lilith's gaze never wavered from Rhycher, even we he ceased focusing on her to look at Donnie. The whole time, she just thought. Thought at him, really, a mental plea that was made up more of emotion than a string of words. She couldn't form words - not even in her mind. What was the right course of action? She couldn't let him leave like this..but would forcing him to stay do any good? In his state, he'd likely just be riled up. It wouldn't bring him back to her. She watched his confusion and anger without responding, and when he turned to run...
...Lilith watched with a twisted knot in her soul, and let out a pained whine, the light of their son dimming slightly. Lilith dipped her head, her optics screwing shut, and she just cried.
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E D E N ▬ t h e c h i l d[/sub]
She was running. A shrill, cheerful screech came from her voicebox and she ran in circles and loops and zigzags, carrying a bright yellow silk ribbon high in the air. She was outside today, even though it wasn't exactly safe. That's what her parents kept telling her. She was just a little button and it was dangerous. They were probably right, but ribbons were fun.
She saw a familiar figure then, in her peripheral vision. A gray doll, unmistakable. Eden lit up like a Christmas tree. She giggled and changed her direction, breaking into a beeline run for Rhycher.
"DADDDDDYYYYY!" she shouted, almost sing-song and completely lost in laughter. She threw her arms higher into the air and let the ribbon go, which twisted and fluttered about in the wind until it sank back to the ground in a graceful pile.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Jan 18, 2011 18:01:42 GMT -8
⚇ Maker, please let all this just be a kind of sick game. Whether it was spite, pigheadedness, or just plain ignorance that dripped from Rhycher's hostile stance - that warning step - Donnie couldn't help but find his resolve in the matter slipping away. Rhycher had uttered equally stinging remarks when their verbal affair had turned potent, yet Rhycher had been the one to break. It couldn't be Donnie's fault entirely. Could you be blamed for trodding on someone if they were sprawled on the ground in the dark? It could simply be unfortunate, and perfect timing on fate's behalf to shed a guilty glow upon him. It could be Rhycher victimizing himself, perhaps. Some part of Donnie felt almost... bewildered that it had been Rhycher to break. Rhycher of all people, when Donnie himself was always doubting the strength of his own mind.
The disquieting pitter-patter made clear the event of the unstable scientist's struggle to flee his own meandering doubts. Donnie raised his head in time to watch the shape shrink, darken, before it disappeared. Let him go. The Fabricator will do away with him... problem solved. No... he couldn't just stand by now, lest he become forever blamed for Rhycher's death. It was the weeping of a soft voice that brought Donnie's attention back to the distraught she-doll whose expression was partially concealed by her shifted raven tresses. You monster.
"DADDDDDYYYYY!"
With a start, a tremor of fear shook Donnie's consciousness to the core. Eden. Rhycher had just been on the brink of attacking Lilith. Eden would be no exception. The only difference, considered with amounting horror, was that the button would not realize her father's fatal flaw in time. Donnie darted in the direction Rhycher had just fled, the springs in his feet working diligently in propelling him with supple speed as he quickly came into sight of Eden darting with oblivious enthusiasm toward her supposed father.
"EDEN! Stay away from him!"
Donnie lurched toward the button, releasing a shout in vain. He knew that Eden would reach Rhycher first, even if he were to grow wings and fly. He could only hope that Eden would hesitate, if only long enough for her little life to be spared from the thirsty scalpel.
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Feb 4, 2011 9:36:17 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
This was the easiest way to do it. Run, get away from the things that were causing pain. It made perfect sense, and Rhycher had begun to feel less panicked at his wise departure until--
"DADDYYYYY!"
Another one?! Rhycher took in this new apparition with wide optics, though he didn't slow even one step. The sight of the child made something painful erupt in his mind, one even stronger than the woman had triggered. It was so important that he should know this girl! But why couldn't he remember?! Finally he skidded to a stop just inches from Eden, blinking down at her with unsure optics. He felt no fear from a tiny child, and the only reason he didn't simply cut her down now was because of the powerful inkling of recognition. He just stared.
And then the sound of Donnie's shout brought the scientist back to the present, out of the recesses of his mind. He was being chased.
It was very likely that had Donnie not darted after him, Rhycher would've, in the end, altered his course and had just run right by. But no, the instinct was flaring up. He'd thought of something different. She had an alternate purpose now. And it was one that would possibly get him out of this situation alive - and also allow him to argue against these stupid feelings.
It never occurred to him that if he'd just struck the child down, Donnie most likely would have stopped for her.
The copper-framed ragdoll fell into a sideways skid, one leg leaping sideways in an attempt to get behind Eden. His empty hand flew to her arm, and the other one reached down to grip at a small section of pipe that had been sticking out of the dirt. In an instant he had the blunt pipe up against Eden's throat, fighting against the horrible, horrible twinges in his head by holding it there firmly. Had his memory been in place the girl's father would have been completely terrified at his own actions and words. Even so, the damaged anima's voice trembled. It would be lying to claim it was merely because of physical exertion.
"Stop there! Stay away or I'll take her head off!"
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Mar 4, 2011 10:14:52 GMT -8
(I can't apologize enough for taking a whole month to reply. ;~; I'm really really really sorry..I dunno what's wrong with me.)
E D E N → the child
Eden didn't hear Donnie. No, not at all. She was excited to see her father! What child wouldn't be? She had had her arms up, excitement on her small, perpetually joyful features. The child didn't consider it when Rhycher stopped to stare at her, or even when he skid around her and put a pipe to her throat. Even then, she didn't perceive something being amiss. She was a girl, and even through all her sufferings, she didn't fathom distrusting her father. Eden looped her little fingers around the pipe and looked up at Rhycher (which made her a little dizzy).
"Daddy, are you and Mister Donnie playing pretend? Can I playyyyyy?" She chirped at the dark doll, oblivious to his new madness. "Why are you the bad guy though? Who should I be?" In perfect sense with her nature, her questions were incessant and said by motivations she didn't understand. There was that slight nag in the back of her, mind, but everything in her brushed it off.
She had no reason to fear her dad.
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Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Mar 23, 2011 10:00:31 GMT -8
"Stop there! Stay away or I'll take her head off!"
Footfalls faded away into a silence that quickly enveloped the scene like a looming gray dome; not unlike the ashy clouds in the sky that rained nothing but oil and coal and tears. The only sound that Donnie dared to utter was a strangled breath; his optics wide and those round black pupils - usually innocent and warm - fell empty. Eden's oblivious chatter filled the air with a sense of false safety, and if only it could be true. What made a game turn from a nonchalant charade to a gamble with your life? With someone else's? Donnie hung his head, taking only three obedient steps back, his stature resembling that of a child who had just been scolded.
"D-don't." Donnie slowly raised his gaze to meet Rhycher's, then looked through him. There was nothing else to say. Indeed. Indeed he couldn't think of how his actions could make the situation any better; only worse. He raised his hands, digging his fingers into his head as his chest filled with venomous sentiments, not toward Rhycher, but toward himself. "If-f you hurt her... Rhycher, you'd only be h-hurting yourself."
So hurt me instead. "Hurt me instead, if you have to. Out of anyone here, I'm your true enemy." Donnie slumped: fell to his knees, ducking his head and screwing shut his optics. He was done; he cradled his hands against his chest. And part of him wished that Rhycher would shove that scalpel deep into his burlap back. How could he return to the Theater now?
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Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Apr 1, 2011 9:12:18 GMT -8
< 145 Rhycher - to dissect us >
Rhycher felt a sick sense of triumph as Donnie obeyed his command, stepping back. It was only three steps, but it was still a victory. Clear-cut and obvious. After all, it's the little battles that win the wars.
But Donnie turned the table in one motion. The look Rhycher's optics met - if only for a split second, as the other's gaze became distant and unseeing; it was as if he was being stared through.
That small second of optic contact struck something and it resounded with a deep, sharp pounding, like someone banging two metal poles together forcefully. An enormous sense of guilt flooded through the reverted gray-and-orange doll, and he could fight it no better than a match fighting an ocean's tide.
He tightened his grip on the button in reflex, then when realization of this struck home his eyes flashed open wide and with terror, and he started backwards, away from her, dropping the pipe with an angry, dry clatter into the dust.
He was turned and running again within two seconds after that.
away away Away from them all
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Post by ╝ Sinner ╚ on Apr 26, 2011 14:55:31 GMT -8
Eden didn't understand, and that was very clear. It was pretend, it was a game. Though playing damsel in distress, she'd really much rather have Auron save her! Why was Donnie playing her knight in shining armor? It didn't much sense, but then, this is Eden we're talking about.
When Rhycher's grip tightened, Eden made a ridiculously exaggerated, blown-out-of-proportion choking sound. She still didn't understand.
When Rhycher turned and ran, she still didn't get it. She crossed her tiny arm and looked at Donnie, clearly disappointed. "Is playtime over?" she demanded, fuming.
Grown-ups just didn't know how to play pretend properly.
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