PM Box, Ryslig

[deathboss]

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[fromthefog]

Do you fear me? [She chuckles, low and mocking, and a thousand voices giggle softly around him.] Good. A pet should always remember its place.

[The wind envelops him, and for a moment it brings an icy chill with it. But it's only a moment, and soon her grasp is kind once more - fingertips running through his hair, warm breath misting against his neck.]

Just as it should know better than to run from its master's protection.

[deathboss]

[Do you fear me? It's...odd, but somehow that gets him to calm down. Even when the laughter, low and mocking chills his bones. No, it reminds him too much of a certain someone in his world. And anger, is much better than fear in this case.

The touching was uh...strange to say the least. Maybe she should have stuck with the ridiculous, it would have made him a lot more comfortable.]

Is this a barb at me because Beat left you? I've fought Gods before, chica. You probably know that already. I may not have the power now, but this life...its not the life I'm supposed to be living.

[fromthefog]

[A sharp breeze is all the warning Eikichi gets before her hand clenches into a fist. She yanks harshly away, only barely letting go before she does.]

He was taken from me! [The wind begins to whistle as it stirs, picking leaves and sticks off the ground with it. ] He wished to return, and the heathens ripped him from of my grasp!

[A bestial noise rises through the wind, equal parts howl and typhoon, and for a moment it seems as though a storm might actually break out. But it dies down, slowly but surely, until only a cold and harsh wind remains.]

He died, shunned and abandoned, where I could not reach. Is that the life you wish for?

[deathboss]

[He already knew about Beat's death. He'd seen the body. Cried his heart out at the death of a good friend. Others leaving...well Lisa, he knew had probably gone home. If he had found her dead like Beat well...there would be hell to pay. But Beat's killer was still around, and despite not wanting this to become personal, Eikichi could feel his anger rising to the point where it was boiling.

He didn't like killing but, even he would dream of certain people being dead, as much as he hated to admit it.]

I know what is waiting for me when I go back home. I know my friends won't remember who I am, and that's okay...but I don't want people dying here again. If you can help me save those around me then...yeah, okay, I'll do what I can. But how am I gonna do that?

[fromthefog]

The ones you care for... Find those who would take them from you. Find those who would take them from me. [The sensation of fingers in his hair lets up, ever so slightly, and the breeze rustles across one ear as she whispers sharply.] And when you have found them, tear them into shreds. Cut off their thieving little hands. Gouge out their eyes so they cannot look enviously upon you.

Do whatever you will, but stop these insects.