Posted Aug 06 2012 - 05:36 PM
OOC: The following is a jam session is a jam session between Teezy and yours truly, King of No Isles. Grab your popcorn, folks.IC - Yuru (Starring Dorian) - Ga-KoroYuru moved out to metaphorical deeper waters. He stood atop a rock formation, made up of rough stone, roughed from years of weathering and erosion. The sky was growing cloudy. Grey masses of smoke from a plethora of Koros had made their way to Ga-Wahi. It looked like it could rain acid any moment.His emotions, which had so recently been ablaze, were calmed gradually as Dorian drawled. The Toa of iron summarized what he could not. He didn't want to rid himself of his god-like power. He was an entity, and he would rather be sentenced to an eternity in Karzahni rather than again become a mere mortal. He gestured for Dorian to follow him, away from the others. Out of earshot.What's that? Yuru, giving ME orders? What did he think he was doing? I was Dorian; I was the first believer and I would be the last believer. I found it inconceivable that Yuru would even try and summon me, as if he believed me to just be another one of his lieutenants. Complacent. Foolish. Sycophantic. Nevertheless, despite my boiling indignation, I followed Yuru, if only out of curiosity as to what he had to say that he believed was worth my time."What is it, Yuructum?" I sighed, managing to sound wistful instead of annoyed.Dorian was angry. He was very angry. Yuru could see it in his eyes. Heck, he could see it on his Mark. "Dorian. I didn't mean..." he sighed, shaking his head, "Whatever." He checked his arm, looking at the time stamp. He nearly chuckled at it. At its dreamlike existence. "Dorian," he said, "We made a deal. We would have each other's backs. That's why I'm wondering...what led you to try and kill me?""Any deal that we made was taken off the table the moment you went ahead with killing Utu without me," I replied, raising my eyebrows as if the question had been one I hadn't expected; of course I knew this moment was coming, how could I not? "Such a move - deliberate SLAYING of a Bearer, let alone one of the four in my vision - should have been thought over for a period a bit longer than an hour or two. You took a gamble - turns out, we don't HAVE a destiny. Still, though, we need as many competent Bearers as we can get, and we both know that a Toa like Skyra doesn't fit that bill.""Oh. Thanks for neglecting to tell me about your little dream. I've never believed in destiny. I don't believe in chance. Unity is a hoax- power exists and elsewhere it doesn't. Bearers have died before. You know that. And don't act like Utu was special to you. You're psychotic." he sighed, increasingly irritated at Dorian's attitude. "At this point, most of us are going to did anyways. Toa like Skyra won't put up too much of a fight.""Now you sound like Freiza, with all this talk of power and psychosis. His corpse is buried under a Ko-Wahi snowdrift," I replied smoothly, unfettered by the other Bearer's outburst. "Yuru. You're panting. Calm down."I laid my hand down smoothly over his heartlight and covered it, feeling the dim yet warm glow embrace my hand as I played around with the area of his chest affected by the light; my fingers danced and twirled around, and I could feel Yuru tense in anticipation."Calm down, darling. This is just late-term capitalism. The only ones who are going to die are those who don't know how to play the stakes.""And what happens when all the time runs out? What happens if you take my time and leave my corpse in the forest somewhere?," the massive Toa narrowed his eyes, "What happens when it's just you and me, the last Bearers with true power?""Then I live off anger - like I'm doing right now," I replied, sliding my scarf off my neck and wrapping it around his neck in a horseshoe shape; I ever-carefully pulled the other Bearer towards me, slowly bridging the distance between us. Soon, it went from yards, to feet, to a single foot. I smiled and raised my eyebrows, tutting like a teacher who had just caught a student passing notes to the hot girl beside him instead of paying attention to literature lessons."I see no need to have you killed, Yuructum," I sighed. "It would be a waste. Not to mention, I don't think it's really power that you're looking for. Is it?"The Toa raised an eyebrow. However, he didn't resist. Somehow, the look in Dorian's eye drew him in. The powerful Bearer, though he looked like a dumb brute, had his wits. He acted perfectly, acting like Dorian had him in a trance. "No, Dorian. It's not.""No, see? I told you," I said, grinning amiably and walking around him. "Your problem, Yuru, is the same as Tank's: you think with this."I pointed to the back of Yuru's head, tracing his scalp in ever-shrinking circles and finally meeting his eyes again as I stroked his cheekbone. Slowly, I leaned down into his shoulder to examine his Mark, an iridescent violet against the Bearer's stark, uncolored form."What you need to do," I whispered, my lips centimeters from his Mark, "what you should really start doing...is thinking with this."The Toa didn't recoil from Dorian's touch, but neither did he clutch to it. He disdainfully took a look at his shoulder, at his Mark. He lacked any self-consciousness as Dorian's lips neared it. The bare muscle, like much of his body, was coated with Utu's blood. It kept the Toa close in a way that Yuru adored. The blood of his one true enemy. The lifeblood of the one Toa who ever truly stood in his way. "And will this keep me alive when my clock hits zero? Let me tell you what I think. I think we should take your little girl over there, and spill her blood. We should split her time up and make her useful. We should give her Mark to someone who doesn't look like a leech. You can keep half of her face. I'll keep the other half."My gun slid from its holster against my black leather pants and into my hand, which promptly found a new home right below Yuru's chin: the barrel pressed against his crown meridian lovingly, lustfully, waiting for the moment it could be put to use. I moved my gaze to meet Yuru's and leaned against him. The bridges of our masks touched, our lips hovering inches away from each other as I spoke, quietly and tenderly, as if he were a wounded child I was carrying to safe haven."I'm afraid I can't let you do that, sweetheart. I have a day job that she plays into."Yuru's hand snapped up, grabbing the barrel and pushing his hands forward until the gun pointed at his heartlight. Yuru's fingers closed over Dorian's. One press...but Yuru looked sympathetic. "That's a pity."I smiled and twisted the gun out of his control, my eyes glowing slightly as I holstered it again and shoved him back playfully."At least she has it in her to kill things," I mused, shrugging and chuckling lightly; Yuru's eyes lit up slightly in humor and he smiled to himself for a second, but he made no verbal reply. "Think of it, Yuructum. You could kill Dalia. Emotia. Any number of worthless Bearers. I know you've wanted to pay back Reaver for quite some time. And why stop with the females? Praggos? Agzinel? Skyra?"Sometimes, he still thought about Reaver. He'd lost himself, trying to convince her to help them. He'd fallen for her. He'd cared about her for a moment. He hadn't cared about anyone in his entire life. The one person he had had taken advantage of him and thrown him into the cold. Heck yeah, he wanted to pay her back. Praggos had attempted to humiliate him. Dalia had betrayed him. Skyra was atonement. It was Yuru against the god-forsaken world. That's how it would have to be. "And there's no other way to regain time? No ritual that gives you more minutes?""You're gonna need a lot of cruelty."Slowly, carefully, my smile turned into a grin, singing of utter primality and impulse. I'd awakened the beast. Time to see where it led me."I guess I'll just have to multitask."
"It comes with the job," Halfimus explained, "I'm not paid enough to give anything outside quick flavour descriptions."
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