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entrancelogs2016-12-02 10:59 am
eatsyourscience) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-02 10:59 am
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Who: Souji and you!
Where: Hell :|
When: All during the event
Rating: PG-13 (I doubt it will get higher, but I'll update if it does)
Summary: Souji never had a Shadow
The Story:
Souji is used to fighting without any weapon other than his own soul. He's used to fighting in strange environments. He's never had to fight anywhere like this though.
Things start out well enough, regardless: he worries for his friends and tries to find them, fighting whatever gets in his way in the process.
It doesn't last. He keeps looking around, yes, and he keeps fighting - he has no choice, really - but he can tell he isn't the same. Something in him is seething and he doesn't know what or why. He doesn't like it, but at the same time, he doesn't want to fight it. Just let it run its course, like a fever. He can keep fighting in the meantime and maybe hurry it along.
[OOC: Feel free to find him wandering around or fighting things, before or after things start getting dark. Prose or brackets are fine! I'll match whichever.]
Where: Hell :|
When: All during the event
Rating: PG-13 (I doubt it will get higher, but I'll update if it does)
Summary: Souji never had a Shadow
The Story:
Souji is used to fighting without any weapon other than his own soul. He's used to fighting in strange environments. He's never had to fight anywhere like this though.
Things start out well enough, regardless: he worries for his friends and tries to find them, fighting whatever gets in his way in the process.
It doesn't last. He keeps looking around, yes, and he keeps fighting - he has no choice, really - but he can tell he isn't the same. Something in him is seething and he doesn't know what or why. He doesn't like it, but at the same time, he doesn't want to fight it. Just let it run its course, like a fever. He can keep fighting in the meantime and maybe hurry it along.
[OOC: Feel free to find him wandering around or fighting things, before or after things start getting dark. Prose or brackets are fine! I'll match whichever.]
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[There's more force in his voice than is normal for him. This place has certainly gotten under his skin as well.]
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[And yet it was Peter who turned them in. A Gryffindor. Their friend. Why can't he stop assuming that Slytherins can't break their own rules too?]
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[Wait, why is he even feeling the need to defend himself about this?]
And I'm not even a Slytherin.
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[He huffs, shakes his head a little too hard.]
It knows us better than anyone can. And it made you one of them.
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