ᴋᴏʟᴛɪʀᴀ ·sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ· ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
respired) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
respired) wrote in epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
the danger is i'm dangerous
CHARACTERS: Koltira et al
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
runehallow.]
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at
no subject
[He does not even look at the other man as he says it. He's in no mood to deal with a wild animal; he already put down one and paid the price for it. He just sits there, docile as could be, or perhaps resigned. Archer will sense Rin's pain, but he will also sense it has eased, and there reasonably could be only one person responsible for it—and thus definitively not responsible for harming her in the first place.
Archer may want her right away, but jostling her in this condition would only worsen her condition. He will have to calm down first. Gilgamesh won't hand Rin from one beast to another simply because it's growling the loudest, though he'll at least explain how they all got here.]
That elf, Koltira Deathweaver... he went out of control. I was not present for the initial attack, but he pursued Rin and fed forcibly from her.
[...however, he will ask quite directly:]
Where were you?
no subject
It takes a great deal of self-control, but Archer manages not to lash out like the beast Gilgamesh has correctly identified him as. He has his softer moments, he can be gentle at times, but this is Rin -- not simply his Master, but someone from his past, who knows his name, whose presence brings peace to the storm that rages inside him constantly... To see her so frail and pitiful in the arms of a man who threatened and had her shoved against a war nearly has him seeing red, but he doesn't act. Not when he knows it could hurt her even more.
Fists clenched, he listens to the explanation with as much patience as he can muster. He knows Koltira, has spoken to him before, and he remembers the other's cursed existence. Eliminating him or taking any kind of revenge is a distant thought compared to the concern he feels for Rin.
To the question of where he was, he very nearly flinches. Not because he thinks Gilgamesh has any right to question or ask, but because he should have been here. It should have been him defending his Master from a threat, not an enemy Servant. ]
...she gave me leave to handle issues in the castle.
[ Specifically, one issue. He was then side-tracked by the demons and the rest of the mess in the city. It's not an excuse, and it isn't meant as one, either, but- ]
She did not call for me.
no subject
You smell of death.
[Nothing more, nothing less said on the matter. Gilgamesh doesn't ask further but, as per a Servant's superior senses, simply seems to know. With some effort, and with clear consideration shown to the body in his arms—Archer may grouse all he likes over choice of rescuer, but he's performed well enough in his self-appointed duties—Gilgamesh rises. His own injuries are already healing and so appear more worrisome than they truly are.]
She likely thought she could handle the situation on her own, but she faced an Executor—one of Kirei's ilk, if you're familiar.
[And Gilgamesh suspects he's familiar with plenty more than he is, given he comes from the future. With that same neutral expression, he then offers Rin to him.]
She's been poisoned. Corrupted from the inside out. She must rest, and she must receive prana. And...
[Gilgamesh looks to her face, peaceful for the moment, and frowns.]
...she must not know of my part in this. It is for the best.
no subject
Instead, he waits. The few moments it takes for Gilgamesh to explain things feels like an eternity, like he's burning through every ounce of patience and self-control he has. When Gilgamesh finally moves to hand her over, Archer takes her with, perhaps, a surprisingly amount of grace and care. He handles her like glass, like the finest, most delicate china. It's a relief as much as it is concerning to hold her; she's always been so bright and vibrant, even in his oldest, most tattered memories of her, and it's simply wrong to see her so frail.
The knot of tension in his stomach loosens only slightly when Rin is safely in his arms, and he takes a step back. He doesn't know what to say. ]
no subject
Gilgamesh turns away and makes Archer's job easy: he doesn't say anything at all.]