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knifemonopoly) wrote2021-02-05 06:28 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PLAYER1. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 10.11.0.0.01 *** PLAYER1 has joined 10.11.0.0.01 <PLAYER1> If you're looking for someone you knew as Yugi before June, you've found him! It's Atem, leave a message. | ||||
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He still wanted to rip his claws down the jacket, tear it out of the way, and feed.
But Atem wants his sight back more.
And, on top of that...he sniffs the air as Ryou approaches. He smells blood, Ryou's blood, and hears it splatter on the ground. Gold brows draw up above the bandages -- Ryou's hurt, is he okay, he should be cared for, the guns--! But Ryou...Ryou's still talking. He's on his feet, he's taking charge of the next phase, and Atem trusts him to be strong. His mouth, which opened when he smelled the blood, closes.
He stands, pressing one foot on the back of the whimpering man -- "No, no, no no no please no oh god it hurts, my arm, my arm" -- and spits one last bloody clump of fabric out to the side, onto the ground.]
I'll leave it to you.
[Atem's part in this has been played. It's Ryou's show now.
...
But he does grind his heel into the man's back with a little more force than necessary. This is for the bullet wounds, he thinks, with enough vitriol Jacobsen just might hear him.]
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...Then again, a year ago, he hadn't had the Fog in his mind, he hadn't woken up one day to see someone taking the one person here cared for most in this place, and died trying to stop him.
Now, with his priorities, with Atem to protect...and with Her strength, Her knowledge and perspective helping him come to these decisions, Ryou is different. When Atem finally pulls back and leaves it in his hands, Ryou's first move is to shove Jacobsen onto his back. It doesn't matter how he screams, how he pleads, and god does he plead.
"Please, please! I'll give you anything! I'll shut my business down, I swear--"]
A price will be paid. But you don't get to set the terms of it, Mr. Jacobsen. Not when you couldn't even follow a simple direction. We didn't have to be the monsters you thought we were, you were given a choice. Do you think I was? Or him?
You've been here all your life, Mr. Jacobsen. You've seen many monsters come and go, and you've built a life around them, knowing that every day could be your last, and you still betray your fellow man.
[Ryou leans in close, flattening one pawlike hand against Jacobsen's chest, leaning in close. Blood drips from his ear onto Jacobsen's cheek, mixing with sweat and dirt and more blood, but not Ryou's.]
You've seen that people like me show up here human, not wanting to kill to feed. I didn't choose this.
But you did. And at least you can rest easy knowing that you won't have to live your hell again and again.
[He pauses there, looks to Atem, but the weight of his strong, heavy arm means Jacobsen can't wriggle away. All he can do is whine and beg and ask to be let up...which Ryou ignores.]
Atem. Remove your bandages, please.
cw burns/eye scream
Is this what the strength Ryou wants looks like?
Well. Metaphorically looks like.
Atem reaches behind his head and unhooks the end of the cloth, unwinding and unwinding and unwinding, pulling the formerly sterile, now soiled gauze off of his empty eye sockets. The burns are much better than they were, the remaining pain easy enough to shrug off for the sake of a friend's party, but they're not healed, not fully. And his eyes...haven't come back.
It's an ugly sight, the kind that's hard to look at, that human instincts scream at you to look away from, in case it happens to you.]
same here, plus definite eye gore
All of what he'd said was honest, if a little bit theatrical. He's honestly very fortunate to have watched Atem say and do these kinds of things before. But those words are his feelings, and there's much more overt emotion in them than the ease in which Atem taunts his enemies.
But the theatricality falls away when Atem's empty sockets are revealed, and a prickle of fear creeps up Ryou's spine as he realizes what he's about to do. It's quickly pushed back, but...for a moment, it might be easy to sense.]
I'm going to show you what it's like now, sir. When you're a monster and this place decides you're strong enough to endure whatever it makes you experience.
[Certainly his words don't have the same weight as before. There's something else. He doesn't look at Jacobsen--who is starting to squirm, though the chunk torn out of his arm makes it difficult for him to do much other than cry out and writhe--but instead he's focused only on Atem. Only on those burns, the emptiness of those sockets, the dried blood and wrinkled, discolored, ruined skin...
With his free hand, he reaches out and takes one of Atem's, holding it firmly. He hopes that the tremor in his fingers can't be felt. Even if it was...it'll be eclipsed soon enough by the familiar sensation that accompanies Ryou trying to siphon the pain of others into himself. That's how it should feel at first, like their shared contact is a balm, easing what pain lingers from Atem's injury. Slowly, slowly, Ryou can see the burns start to become less severe at the edges, and there's an uncomfortable itching, burning sensation just below his eyes as fur falls away, skin puckers and reddens.
It's almost like watching the sands of an hourglass transfer from one side to the other, and it stings, but it doesn't override the pain of the bullet wounds yet, so Ryou endures.
Within a few long seconds, his eyes start to itch and his vision starts to go hazy. Ryou's still looking at Atem, but the edges of his form are starting to become hard to see.]
C...close your eyes, Atem. Close them, you don't want to s-see when it h...happens--a-ahhh...nngh!!
[And very soon, he will be able to, because after about another six or seven seconds, Ryou's vision goes dark, and he screams, unable to stop his claws from digging into Jacobsen's chest somewhat, or from pricking painfully at Atem's skin. Ryou's eyes are gone, ruptured and dripping from his own sockets in a mimicry of Atem's initial injury. Even though it's been so long...there's just no scenario in which Ryou wouldn't have suffered this pain, though there's a little mercy in that the burns convert quickly.
....Doesn't make him feel better, it still fucking hurts. It'll take him a moment longer to refocus so he can redirect the agony. After all, Ryou is quite terrible with pain tolerance.
But Atem will be able to see now, if Ryou did it right. God he hopes he did it right, please, please...!!]
eye gore!!
He feels the pain go, first.
Then, he feels the skin on his face change, soften, feel more like what he's used to.
And finally --
-- finally, the emptiness behind his eyelids, the horrible open-air wound, isn't empty anymore. He doesn't feel the night-air inside his skull, touching scabbed-over vessels and nerves and bone. He blinks, for the first time in over a week, and his vision, his real vision, clears. He draws in a breath -- he did it. Ryou did it.
But Atem doesn't look away. He looks to Ryou, who is gripping his hand hard enough to hurt, and he sees Ryou's eyes burst, and hears him scream, and his heart aches.
Ryou would do this for him. It means so much...so much.
Atem grips his hand back.]
It's all right. It worked. It worked -- you're doing it. You're doing so well, just hold on...
[Murmuring encouragement is all he can do: Ryou has to handle the rest of this, with his powers. Atem knows Ryou won't die, not from this, but if the second part of this doesn't work, and Ryou has to wait to recover from these wounds, Atem's wounds, if the gamble doesn't pay off...Atem will care for him for as long as it takes. His free hand comes up to Ryou's upper back, supporting, reassuring.]
eye gore, blood, gunshot wounds, and cannibalism
It...takes a bit of time, before he heals. It's agonizing and far too slow, but eventually, his groans of pain taper off, taken up instead by the human who he has pinned as the same exact scene plays out, with eyes like runny eggs and blood and pain.
The less pain Ryou feels, the faster the process goes, and once the eye injury finishes transferring, he breathes out a shuddering breath as the bullets he'd been shot with started to push out of his skin. It's uncomfortable, but not nearly as painful as it had been when they'd gone in. Jacobsen's body blooms with blood from each spot that had once been on Ryou, and he's left choking out screams, for as long as he can manage before his throat clogs with blood which Ryou himself had swallowed back, because he'd had a purpose here.
No gunshot wound would stop him.
Finally, finally, all the injuries transfer to Jacobsen, and Ryou's grip on both him and Atem loosen while he kneels there, panting as he recovers from what was, while temporary, a pretty harrowing experience.]
...The Fourth God should consider himself lucky...that he has no physical body.
[Because if he had one, Ryou would be eating him instead. Instead...there's the slowly expiring body of Lukas Jacobsen to consider. And as hungry as he feels, Ryou backs away from the human, head bowed low.
It's Atem's kill, in Ryou's mind. It's Atem's first hunt, and he is the one in charge. He gets the first round.]
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...he turns to Ryou instead. Ryou's just been through something terrible. He's lost his eyes, and gotten them back -- he's used his Fourth power through the pain of gunshot wounds. It's Ryou that has his attention.
He wants to look at Ryou with his eyes, and as he crouches on one knee next to Ryou, he uses one clawed hand to bring Ryou's face up to look at him. His eyes flick to Ryou's ear, then back to his eyes, making sure everything's been healed up, been inflicted on the sobbing-for-breath soon-to-be-corpse on the ground. Red eyes meet yellow ones -- it can be seen, now, that the fur around Atem's eyes is golden.]
...you did it. You really did it.
[His hand strokes through the fur at Ryou's cheek and jaw.]
You brought my eyes back. Ryou...thank you!
[It's heartfelt, and it's proud. Atem doesn't like being blind. He wonders if the Fourth God knew...knew how much it bothered him to not be able to look after himself well. But Ryou used his powers to fix something even the Fog couldn't. It's an impressive feat.]
Are you okay...?
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Moreso when Atem thanks him, because of course he would. It makes Ryou's heart flutter, and involuntarily, his massive tail swipes across the ground once, then twice.]
I'm glad I was able to. I'm so sorry for the pain you had to feel, it was terrible, and I didn't even feel it for as long as you did...
[Ryou feels bad for any remnants of gore on his cheek fur, but...he also likes that Atem's touching his face. This was the whole reason he'd done this, so that he could fix what Elias had done, fight against the power of a god and show them that they can't keep hurting monsters without the monsters being able to help themselves.]
I-I'll be okay. I just...need to rest. [And feed.] That power takes a lot out of me, and that's the first time I've used it. I'm just glad that you have your light back, Atem.
[Ryou slowly leans forward, then licks the side of Atem's muzzle affectionately.]
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He'll get to the guy on the ground in a moment. He wants to hold Ryou, first. Nuzzle his hair some. He's so glad...so glad to have Ryou.]
Amazing work. Really...you did very well!
[For it being the first time Ryou used his wound-transfer powers...it really is amazing. Ryou's amazing. Atem snuffs in his ear, his tail wagging. But, when he's contented his impulse to have an impromptu murder cuddle, Atem does pull back, and tilt his head toward the ground.]
So...shall we eat this guy?
i had to use this icon for maximum evil man-eating energy
He's pretty sure that, even with the nearly-dead guy at their feet, he could stay this way forever, to be nuzzled and loved, and to love Atem back in return, eventually. His ear twitches as Atem snuffs into it though, and he can't help but smile a bit. It tickles.
...Oh.
Right. Dying guy.]
I think we should. Go on then, you took him down. You get the initiative here.
[He bumps noses with Atem for a moment, then after some thought:]
...The innards are best.
oh my GOD, cursed. Anyway cw cannibalism.
Really? I wouldn't have thought...
[He lets Ryou go, and maybe it's best to leave the two werewolves be in their moonlit alley as Atem starts to sniff around the man's gut.
There's a sound of tearing cloth, and then tearing flesh.
They'll split him, taking the good parts for themselves -- and some home for their man-eating baby lion. It was a successful hunt.]