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owaranai drama
[They must not have thought this through.
Placing his foot on the chest of the scientist who had decided to go about an experimental part of this project alone, Zelos watches his blood spray out as he yanks his sword back out of his heart. His white robes are covered in blood, now, and the body falls limp to the floor while he yanks himself free of the remaining chains. Either someone didn't think this through... or someone else really did.
He's been here for too long to think that it was some fluke letting him get out right now. He can't remember anything about a life prior to this, and he doesn't know if that's part of being what he is or if he lost it somehow in the process, but every day has been the same. Experiments, pain, changes, but always these chains, and if they were ever loosened even the slightest bit, a wealth of security was available to prevent his escape. So now he's supposed to believe some lone scientist really thought he could achieve the end result on his own, without any help? This has got to be some sort of set up.
Well. He doesn't have time to wait around here. He doesn't know what the outside world has to offer, really, but he can function with the basics enough to get out of here. Hopping over the body, he rushes out, and the alarms go of. A seraph has escaped.
A Seraph of the End named after that same son of Pallas and Styx in greek mythology, he wasn't the normal line of experimentation, and he certainly wasn't on the frontlines of any progress. At least, that's how it had been going for quite some time. The researchers never said what his purpose was in front of him, too aware of his ability to retain information and their inability to make him forget any more than he already has. To be honest, he's more than a little lost, but he knows he doesn't want to stay in here in chains.
Three more bodies have fallen by the time Zelos gets down the hall to the next room. There are lockdowns going in place, and he has to use powers that come to him naturally from that trumpet inside. Explosions of fire, rock, wind— he does everything he can to keep doors open, crash open windows that aren't meant to break, and free himself from this place. Right now, there's none of that overwhelming desire to kill all humans— it's just that he wants to run, and they keep getting in the way. His wings are a beacon to where he is, large and shining and not very angelic at all, and it's kind of pissing him off.]
Come on... [He slams into the metal of the next closed door, but it doesn't give an inch. He's physically human, after all, and this thing is built to keep seraphs in. So, he takes a good few steps back and focuses.
Really, he didn't want to do this so loudly, but they're not giving him a choice. The door melts and bends open from the beams of light that follow, and the rest of the lab does no better. More people die, there are some scattering out of the way as others rush to confront him, and he runs his sword through whoever keeps him from leaving. He's had tests where he's been made to use his power like this, though, and there's always a limit. His energy runs out, he gets exhausted, it gets painful— and using that big spell just now didn't help. He's short on time.
Finally outside, he's stuck crouching back against a wall, trying to locate some way to get out of here for good without being spotted. He's got this hair, these wings, and now he's out of juice? Don't tell him all that was for nothing... Maybe he has no choice. Maybe he just has to take a straight line run for it. These useless wings don't work really, anyway, and he'll have to dodge bullets, which is impossible, but... if he's lucky...
His helpless thoughts are interrupted by a noise behind him, and gripping his sword tighter, he turns to see what it is.]
Placing his foot on the chest of the scientist who had decided to go about an experimental part of this project alone, Zelos watches his blood spray out as he yanks his sword back out of his heart. His white robes are covered in blood, now, and the body falls limp to the floor while he yanks himself free of the remaining chains. Either someone didn't think this through... or someone else really did.
He's been here for too long to think that it was some fluke letting him get out right now. He can't remember anything about a life prior to this, and he doesn't know if that's part of being what he is or if he lost it somehow in the process, but every day has been the same. Experiments, pain, changes, but always these chains, and if they were ever loosened even the slightest bit, a wealth of security was available to prevent his escape. So now he's supposed to believe some lone scientist really thought he could achieve the end result on his own, without any help? This has got to be some sort of set up.
Well. He doesn't have time to wait around here. He doesn't know what the outside world has to offer, really, but he can function with the basics enough to get out of here. Hopping over the body, he rushes out, and the alarms go of. A seraph has escaped.
A Seraph of the End named after that same son of Pallas and Styx in greek mythology, he wasn't the normal line of experimentation, and he certainly wasn't on the frontlines of any progress. At least, that's how it had been going for quite some time. The researchers never said what his purpose was in front of him, too aware of his ability to retain information and their inability to make him forget any more than he already has. To be honest, he's more than a little lost, but he knows he doesn't want to stay in here in chains.
Three more bodies have fallen by the time Zelos gets down the hall to the next room. There are lockdowns going in place, and he has to use powers that come to him naturally from that trumpet inside. Explosions of fire, rock, wind— he does everything he can to keep doors open, crash open windows that aren't meant to break, and free himself from this place. Right now, there's none of that overwhelming desire to kill all humans— it's just that he wants to run, and they keep getting in the way. His wings are a beacon to where he is, large and shining and not very angelic at all, and it's kind of pissing him off.]
Come on... [He slams into the metal of the next closed door, but it doesn't give an inch. He's physically human, after all, and this thing is built to keep seraphs in. So, he takes a good few steps back and focuses.
Really, he didn't want to do this so loudly, but they're not giving him a choice. The door melts and bends open from the beams of light that follow, and the rest of the lab does no better. More people die, there are some scattering out of the way as others rush to confront him, and he runs his sword through whoever keeps him from leaving. He's had tests where he's been made to use his power like this, though, and there's always a limit. His energy runs out, he gets exhausted, it gets painful— and using that big spell just now didn't help. He's short on time.
Finally outside, he's stuck crouching back against a wall, trying to locate some way to get out of here for good without being spotted. He's got this hair, these wings, and now he's out of juice? Don't tell him all that was for nothing... Maybe he has no choice. Maybe he just has to take a straight line run for it. These useless wings don't work really, anyway, and he'll have to dodge bullets, which is impossible, but... if he's lucky...
His helpless thoughts are interrupted by a noise behind him, and gripping his sword tighter, he turns to see what it is.]