Description: K9999 catches up to K'. The result? ...holy crap I've never seen so many consecutive JDs in my life
Nighttime. The uncharacteric chill that had fallen with the set of the sun had driven even the most hardcore beachgoers from the sands. Sound Beach is largely empty this evening, both because of the hour-- minutes to midnight-- and the stiff breeze. K', who normally would never have gone near such a populated place, now finds himself able to pass the time here largely unbothered. It's pretty, and he doesn't mind the cold for many reasons.
Perched on a lonely outcropping of rock jutting out of the otherwise undisturbed plane of sand, mere inches from the water, he's either lost in thought or half-asleep: judging from how still he is. Dressed nondescriptly in leather jacket and jeans (leather pants, he's been told, are best not worn around the normal public), he's seated leaning forwards, elbows on knees, his back to the land.
At first glance... an easy target.
COMBATSYS: K9999 has started a fight here.
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"Must be nice out here, you look like if you're enjoing it."
It was a voice that remained calm, but was filled with an undeniable malice towards the individual addressed. Stirring beneath the surface was a suprising intensity of emotion just within breaking point of being released. Whomever it was that had come on up behind him had made next to no noise before then, silent before the breaking waves and shifting sands that left a vanishing trail from whence he'd came. It was a few feet behind him, and a glance over the shoulder would reveal a youth with dark hair and but for the splash of orange-gold colour that was his shirt, he didn't shirk wearing leathers out in public. Infact, he seemed to care little about any of the eccentricacies of his clothing at all. From odd scarf to 'gloves'... the unknown teenager wore a sneering smile.
...Someone he knew? K' wouldn't have much time to ponder upon this odd meeting, because before naught else, the stranger was already sprinting towards him, halting on a dime to spin a flashing kick right for the other's back, aiming to complete the distance into the water he was mere inches from. Hello.
COMBATSYS: K' has joined the fight here.
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K9999 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
COMBATSYS: K' just-defends K9999's Light Kick!
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K9999 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
It's hard to say what first alerts K' to the presence of another. It's certainly not the malevolent words that are spoken; all that effort NESTS expended upon him would be quite laughably useless if he hadn't noticed before then. It might have been the slight sound of irregularly-shifting sand between each break of the waves-- might have been the hiss of enraged breathing-- might have been a sheer sixth sense as to someone watching him, someone with eyes pinned hatefully in that vulnerable spot right between his shoulderblades.
Whatever it is, it saves K' from being caught completely off guard. He spins about as that voice sounds, eyes pinning upon the strangely-dressed boy closing in directly before him. And the young man only manages a short, guarded snarl of a "Wh--" before he's attacked.
The rock he's perched on is slippery, the footing treacherous. K''s balance goes even as he snakes out crossed wrists in a block, and though he manages to completely redirect that strike to a harmless angle, he still takes a fall for his pains. Landing on his back in the water, he immediately twists around into a low crouch: his mood and evening irrevocably ruined. Bristling like a wet and angry cat, he demands, dripping, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
He's pretty angry: angry enough to open up with a flying snap kick-- brutal and punishing-- right at K9999's face.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits K9999 with Minutes Spike.
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K9999 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 K'
"That looks much better!" The teenager called out, disappointed that the kick didn't smash full on with a satisfying crack into K's back, but having him slip and fall into the water would make up for it. His lips had split into a large grin, sizing up the ruined clothing of the other. "You should have stayed there--" About to go on more about how it suited him laying on his back like some weak little pussy or subsituted euphimism when that flying kick of his met it's mark with unerring accuracy. He hadn't expected such a swift rebuttal, and staggered back clutching a hand to his face. The warmth of blood tricked between his fingers, and it tasted saltily metallic on the tongue. The red slicked the ebony of his gloves, and he whipped it away with a flick of his hand.
That grin had become a snarl, teeth grit and bared like a rabid dog. "Who the fuck do I think I am?" He spat, syliva crimson as it melted into the sand. His hands fisted, "Who the fuck are you?" Turning it around in a manner that likely wouldn't make any sense to K'. The unknown youth didn't seem to care about this technicality either, he charged once more, unphased by the earlier lash that had hurt more than he was about to let on. "What makes you so fucking special?!" Roaring as he moved, and his drawn back hand-- it changed. Unravelling along the thin plating, redirecting itself, lengthening, shifting till a wickedly long spike careened right for K's face. "WHAT?"
COMBATSYS: K' dodges K9999's Drill Fist.
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K9999 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 K'
K''s temper roars high like a stoked flame, both because of the taunting and because of the fact that this kid is making literally -no sense- to him. With a snarl to match K9999's, K' launches straight out of the water with that vicious snapkick, and when he lands he springs further back a step in a light and deft motion.
"I don't even--" And K' breaks off. Even beyond the necessity of keeping his identity quiet... he's not even sure what answer he -would- give if he could. The malignant look on his face flickers briefly, a sharp bitterness leeching into his eyes, but soon enough it's gone: and in an instant his anger against K9999 doubles. How dare he. Flying at him with this boldfaced mockery, twisting his words, spouting this shit about him thinking he's special. It all stinks of assumption. Where did this asshole even hear of him? How does he even know enough about him to bear such a hatred?
"What the hell are you--" K' is forced to break off again, but that is due to the fact that that drill is being thrust straight at his face. He ducks aside on pure instinct, disbelieving eyes inches from the smooth metal that-- only moments before-- used to be unremarkable flesh, and he gives up trying to ask questions. Instead he just finishes his earlier sentence; though he doesn't quite finish it the same way he originally intended.
"I don't even KNOW YOU!" So -piss off-. The latter, a nonverbal message that soon becomes painfully clear in the form of a powerful, spurning kick snapped straight at the youngest clone's chest.
COMBATSYS: K9999 endures K''s Medium Kick.
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K9999 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 K'
Did K' really need to understand what was going on? Should he have that pleasure? K9999 wasn't exactly the coolest cucumber to be explaining things to the angered man, indeed. He was about getting just as pissed off at K' for no other discernable reason than he was outright crazy and clearly delusional about knowing him. Atleast, that's how it appeared at a glance, to have this kind of animosity however, was K' really so sure that he didn't know who he was?
As fast as the second kick was churned out, the teenager moved as if he were planning to block it-- instead letting the foot through his defenses where it landed against his chest, knocking out his breath with a loud hiss. Any pain never made it into his already contorted facial expression, his fingers had grabbed on to keep from being thrown offbalance with the momentum of the last attack. He kept the other close, his hands once again 'normal'. "I know you, I know all about you...K'." He grit out every word, each syllable burning his tongue to say it though wanting to relish each moment they sat on his lips. Letting go, he surged towards him again, grasping for the other's arms as he slid past, aiming to get a hold--
And if he did, he'd wrench himself to the side, aiming to slam the other brutally into the unstable sand, to push the other's face into it.
COMBATSYS: K' just-defends K9999's Sudden Slam!
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K9999 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 K'
Slowly, the pieces begin to click together in K''s mind. And the instant his name-- if that laughable little fragment could even be called a name-- leaves the other boy's lips, a sudden stab of fear cuts straight to the instinct-governing back of his mind. Fear-- mingled with an unreasoning anger and weirdly enough... even a sliver of pity, buried down deep where K''s few smatterings of humanity yet remain.
Is this another of their 'projects'? Another life they wrecked for their own purposes? Judging from the boy's attitude and his abilities... it's possible.
"-They- sent you," he manages, seized and unable to wrench free. "They sent you for me. What the hell did they do to -you-...?" Abruptly released, stumbling a few paces back as the sand shifts erratically beneath him, he barely manages to twist out of K9999's attempt to seize his arms. He leaps back warily, landing with a muted plume of sand, and starts a slow circle around K9999. The motion is disturbingly akin to a prowl.
"Sorry, but I don't plan on going back." It's the only warning he gives before his gloved hand snaps around, lashing a coil of fire in the air before him. Rapidly, K' twists about in a roundhouse, delivering the plume of flame a kick that sends the searing bolt straight for K9999.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits K9999 with Second Shoot.
- Power hit! -
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K9999 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 K'
That one little name, not even a full one when written out managed to explain it far better when spoken than if K9999 had managed to scrape together all of his patience in one go to do so. He didn't think K' managed to be worthy enough, though at the end, all would no doubt be revealed. Some might think the teenager was toying with the other, but considering the damage being wrought between the two-- "They." He snorted the word, eyes narrowed once the other slipped his grip, though ever determined to press on. He followed the other's prowl, turning and aiming to close the distance, unconcerned by the other's cat-like stalking behaviour. It seemed to scream he didn't care, he was unafraid, and he would not be cowed by the older ex-NESTs agent.
"GUAAAGH!"It was his mistake, without adequate room to dodge the firey attack knocked into the youth, searing his clothing and flesh as he clawed at the air infront of him. As if this would remove the flames any faster, he succeeded in clearing his vision perhaps, the burn only serving to further fuel the steady climb in emotions. It was there, leaning, pushing against the walls he kept, and nothing K' did served to strengthen.
K9999 fell to his knees, maybe he was already overcome by his injuries, his breathing was definately faster as his arms curled about his chest. "You don't plan?" His body wracked, no, not in agony, "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" but with laughter that bubbled out of his throat unstemmed throwing his arms wide. The air writhed about him, responding to some silent call as it ran through his hair, stirred his scarf about his neck and made the sands shudder. "WHAT gives you the RIGHT to think you have that choice?!" His fingers spasmed, lurching foward, one foot before him now in a half-kneeling position. "Traitors like you don't deserve it, traitors like you should die."
COMBATSYS: K9999 gathers his will.
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K9999 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 K'
The look on K''s face hovers somewhere between disgust and sick fascination, that expression unchanging even as his fire eats mercilessly into K9999. He stops at that ripple of energy in the air, eyes fixed on the kneeling boy before him, and for a moment he does nothing. His hands default to his pockets, hooking there in a gesture soothing by dint of its defensive familiarity, and he simply stands there, eyes narrowed.
"I don't care," he interjects abruptly, "what the hell you think." His head tilts coldly, his bared eyes pinned on K9999. That flare of energy is making him wary, but like hell he's showing any of it. His stance open, shoulders slouched, he looks to be... at rest. Careless. Most of all... belittling of the level of threat the boy before him poses. "I'd kill you before I'd go back. Think about it. You want to die for them...?" He says it. But he does nothing. It's a warning, though of what sort... -that- is harder to discern.
Someday he'll kick himself for still being able to feel pity or clemence.
COMBATSYS: K' takes no action.
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K9999 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 K'
Pity?
K' would learn that pity was a sin that once it had bored a hole into you, would set root and seek to destroy you from within. It was an unforgivable facet of human emotion, one that K9999 never wanted directed at him. He loathed it and anyone who openly showed it, and he would kill them for it if given he oppourtunity. And tonight, he would relish the chance to show the other just how foolish a thing it was...From the set of the other's shoulders, those taunting words, K' was begging. Begging to know.
Was it possible to be so reviled by someone he had only just thought to meet? Nothing of his words seemed to be reaching K9999, the air steadily growing thicker with more than just tension, but an undercurrent undeniably powerful like the lazing ocean behind them. It lulled one into a false sense of security, before unleashing a torrential gale that crushed and shattered any that sought to sail it. Here before the kneeling K9999, the open ended question remained so in silence.
Bowing his head in mock thought, his features twisted into one not of indecision, but disdain and fury. "Maybe I'll just kill you here instead, how about that?" His voice was low, strained as he hugged himself, running his fingers over his arms, his right hung onto it as he slowly slid his gaze back up to K'. "That way we're both happy!" He slowly started to get to his feet, pushing up on his right leg, his fingers dug into his arm, that had begun to bulge-- alarmingly so. "You make me sick, just seeing you standing there. Your head so far up your ass, YOU STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE!" The last was a roar, a roar that barely covered the sickening twist and snap of bone and joint dislocating.
His left arm rapidly extended, enlarged, and became a horrific mess of squirming flesh, tendrillar bound and laced with what looked to be a monstrous melding of metal and machine. It snapped out with an explosion of force, aimed right for K' without any hesitation nor compunction towards mercy.
COMBATSYS: K' just-defends K9999's Arm Mutation!
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K9999 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 K'
Were K' a more expressive young man-- that is to say, expressive in manners that did not involve sneering snarls or open fury-- there would have been a blank look of shock stamped on his face right now. His loose stance gone in an instant, eyes narrowed down into a look of concentration and alarm.
This is beyond anything NESTS ever did to him, or any of his peers. What the hell did they do to produce something like -this-...?
There isn't time to find the answer to that question. K' is already blurring back in a black, shadow-wrapped attempt to dodge, fire roaring to life about his crossed arms as he tries to ward off that horrific attack with speed and the sheer heat of his stolen flames. It is a meagre defense, but it saves him the brunt of the blow. That twisting appendage claws within an inch of him, and through the wavering shriek of his own fire he gets treated to a nice, up-close view.
It's not pretty at all.
Jaw twitching, K' quenches his own fire with a downwards rake of his hands. "I don't think," he starts in a growl, gloved right hand lifting and coiling; a shimmering waver of heat in the cage of his fingers brings the promise of further flames, "I'm the one that needs my head pulled outta my ass..."
COMBATSYS: K' focuses on his next action.
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K9999 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 K'
The world K9999 lived in wasn't pretty at all, so why should he try to hide any part of it? Let his body be a reflection of the nightmare he breathed in day in day out, K' wasn't allowed the pleasure of hiding from it. Afterall, why not see first hand what he was responsible for? "Oh? Oh!" He coughed up the broken laughter, his arm reverting as he took a measured step foward. The sound of it reforming into it's normal shape lay like random stacatto's in the air, no method, rather just as wild as its unleashing. And it pained, it ever so hurt as a sweat had broken out across his brow, but his crimson eyes held no concern for that...Merely the target before him.
"Exactly what I'd expect from the likes of you. You don't deserve any of this." The sand shuffled beneath his feet, unbothered by the other's lack of immeadiate retribution. There was no planning going on here, only the strictest desire to hurt K'. Where caution should have been met, "IT'S ALL TOO GOOD FOR YOU!" he ran ahead without care. Crossing his hands at the wrists above his head, even with traces of the twisted cord and metal sinking back into the muscles of his left arm, he sissored them down and out, the air veritably exploding with a headted blast of air and fire-- showing atlast some kind of skill behind the source of his creations...of all their tampering.
COMBATSYS: K' endures K9999's Flame Burst.
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K9999 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 K'
On some level, K' doesn't want to hide from it.
He'll look freely at what his actions have wrought. He'll look at the boy who likely feels towards him just as he himself feels towards Krizalid; towards NESTS; towards all those responsible for what he himself now is. Another kid stolen away and fucked up for their own gain, taught to hate all the others who made his genesis possible. As such the look he levels at K9999 is ostensibly blank... but beneath that impassivity, there is some measure of comprehension. Some understanding as to the reasons this boy is what he is: feels what he feels. It is a cold understanding, one without warmth or compassion, but it nonetheless exists.
But felt even more strongly than that... is the resolve not to be caught and dragged back by him. The fear that such a thing might happen. And that is the reason that when he lunges forward-- surging through the flames even as they sear around him-- it's in a bid to seize ahold of the boy and throw him hard.
"Leave them while you still can," he bites out harshly. "You're an idiot if you don't get out..."
COMBATSYS: K9999 blocks K''s Quick Throw.
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K9999 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 K'
But even though there is an understanding, does it matter in the end? In the end, it's everyone for themselves, a fact that K9999 is all too familiar with. He expects nothing from K', and in return, he would give the same. "Leave?" The incredulousness hinging on that single word is tangible, right before an irrational fury took him. K' had grabbed him, but it was a hold he broke by twisting his arm up through the lock, shoving the other back at the same time as that change overtook the surroundings again. That building up of unbridled raw force, the likes that K9999 was unable to truely control. It brimmed, surging up from an unquenchible well, if only he knew how...This 'boy' would be more dangerous than he could imagine.
Not tonight however, he was not yet there...but K' was offering all the motivation to get there. "Do you REALLY think it's that SIMPLE?!" His face contorted, "You're so fucking clueless, there IS NO OUT. YOU'LL LEARN that soon enough!" His voice rising and falling in timbre as he fought to convey everything within them. Failing that--
His arm to his side shifted again, the strips uncoiling not unlike an unfurling wire of tension, then whipping back into a spear that he was now becoming familiar with. With this, as before he attacked, but with enough force that he pushed off into the air, the arm not unlike a lance aiming to bury itself within K's body, and rip it asunder with his follow through.
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Lunging Drill Arm from K9999 with Claw Bites.
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No. It doesn't matter. K' might understand by dint of sharing some of those feelings-- some of those experiences-- but that comprehension won't stop him ripping K9999 apart if such becomes necessary. And it really seems to be heading in that direction.
Interrupted, pushed back, K' stays right where he's stopped, arms poised and loose at his sides. That lingering, everpresent heat smoking the air about his hands lights in earnest, fire coiling up his forearms and winding about his wrists. The slow lick of the searing flames should have burned away normal flesh within moments, but K' doesn't even notice the heat.
"So you'd rather spend your life their dog. Unable to even piss unless it's on their command. Fine..." Gleaming eyes fix on K9999 even as the boy plunges towards him, his arm warping into a lance that spears straight for him. "You want to be a dog... I can treat you just like one."
His reaction to K9999's attack is somewhat reckless-- but then, K' never was known to be much for caution. He meets that lance head-on in a spinning upwards rake, one hand slamming aside the lance and the other clawing a streak of fire clear across K9999's torso. In so doing, he takes a gash across his own chest, a line of red opening up wet and bloody among his black shirt and dark skin: but it's preferable to being impaled.
"G-UAAHHH!" K' has a strong knack of saying exactly the wrong things to K9999 at the right moment. This time however, he had the move to back it up so that an immeadiate comprehensive retort would have to wait. The scorching tears across his chest only served to fan his own fire...that shirt of his utterly ruined by fresh tears, and the flesh beneath it bloody, and charred. The youth was thwarted, and though tears unbidden stung his eyes, he felt only the raw urge to see K' a ruined mass. Reminding him that he was to only follow orders was a sore point the other couldn't begin to imagine-- but perhaps after tonight...He'd begin to get an inkling.
"Fuck you," started low, he was bent over, across his chest an arm curled about it protectively, the other hanging by his side, reverted once more. "my wrath, you will feel it!" And then he promptly lashed out with his arm again, the appendage altering in tune to his ravaged emotions, shifting into a vessel that could only adequately convey the fury. A gun this time, no spear, not even a rampaging mass of twisted flesh and metal, but a weapon charged and set to blast several rounds of incindiaries repeatedly at the others, his howl competing against the roar of each shot.
COMBATSYS: K' dodges K9999's Armcannon Blast.
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For all K' makes mockery of K9999, calling him little more than a dog of NESTS... he certainly snarls with the low, fierce satisfaction of one himself when his fire meets flesh. What little pity or remorse he might have felt is waning, consumed by fear of capture and the keen disgust he feels for those unwilling to change their situations. He -knows- it is not impossible. The fact he is standing here now, hunted and marked but nonetheless free of NESTS's domination, is testament to that.
They haven't killed him yet, and any amount of running he has to do before he can take them down is worth it now the manacle's off.
K' tears free in the wake of his attack, landing with a rush of air as his flame quenches. The instant he's touched ground, he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun, and conscious thought shuts off in favor of sheer instinct. He veritably glides to one side, trailing black shadow as he swerves sharply to avoid the roaring gunfire. He skids to a halt, shadows withering from his shoulders as he straightens up. His gloved hand flexes shut, knuckles cracking, and then it opens into a claw. Fire lights in the center of his coiled fingers as his hand turns, palm-up.
"Go home," K' sneers. "Back to your leash." It's the only warning he gives before he lunges forward in a blurring streak, ripping a line of fire across the ground as he aims that surge of flame square at K9999.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits K9999 with Heat Drive.
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K9999 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 K'
Maybe if K9999 had thought to aim with a little more precision, K' might have found it not nearly so simple to avoid the vicious backlash. The clone had no time for consideration, a willful tact he had fallen into-- mostly because he for the moment, refused to do otherwise. It was true, he was in this position now because of choice, but what the other failed to realise, is that their situation wouldn't be quite the same were he to attempt an escape. All the mistakes were made on the 'older' children, the younger had to suffer the refined treatment. None of this however would or could be adequately conveyed, so it would be with violence they would solve things tonight.
And tonight, K9999 was the loser. Briefly, he lost sight of the world itself, flying backwards through the air as his head was snapped back, his body lighter than a feather right before everything came crashing down. The fatigue of his exhertions and injuries that not even he could ignore much longer. Confronting K' here out on the beach had never been part of his orders, but when he could...K9999 shirked them. K' called him a dog, and a dog he was, but one who would bite the hand if the oppourtunity arose, though not yet willing to break its leash.
Blood splattered, most his some K's, lungs searing with each breath and a leaden weight clinging to each guesture and movement he shoved his body onwards to achieve-- the shimmer of molten sand was like a reflection of the stars and the milky way. Glass pieces scattered where the flame had streaked across the ground. It's beauty was lost on the teenager, instead drawing himself up, throwing himself into it whilst biting down on the protest of his body.
"It's not over, I'm not done with you yet!" Growling out, he bared his teeth with the defiance of an animal not beaten, though acknowledging he may have to back off...for now. "You'll never be able to enjoy freedom." Laughing aloud suddenly, as if he understood all too well how precious it was to K'. "I'll see to it!" Throwing his arm wide, the wind responded to the invisible force behind that guesture-- a wave that picked up sand in a whirling cloud that rushed after the other. Merely a distraction, this time it wasn't aimed to severely injure, but to cover his retreat.
No doubt his words and promised threat would linger longer than anything else tonight. Because he meant it.
COMBATSYS: K9999 can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: K9999 successfully hits K' with Dust Wave.
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COMBATSYS: K' has ended the fight here.
Fire sears across the sand, turning the grains to glass in a long, gleaming streak that reflects the lingering wisps of flame that flicker in the air. K' skids to a stop at the very end of that runway of glass, turning on a heel in a practiced swivel to eye his handiwork. One glance tells him he won't have to do anything more.
That doesn't mean K9999's done, though. At first K' doesn't get the wide gesture K9999 flings, not seeing any fire burst forth, but when a sudden whirlwind of -sand- hits him from behind, whipping the grains about him in a corroding storm--
--well, apparently NESTS isn't content just sticking to one element.
He weathers the flurry as best he can, finding-- predictably-- that K9999's gone once it lets up enough for him to see. Lip lifting in a wolfish snarl, he spits sand and swipes a hand through his hair. A good quantity of sand falls out. Well, fuck.
"We'll see about that," he mutters lowly to himself, before he shakes irritably like a dog-- sand flying-- and stalks off.
Log created on 20:27:55 08/29/2007 by K', and last modified on 15:43:17 08/31/2007.