featherdown | [Closed] For a friend

All his life, Naoi been powerless. He was human, not a particularly powerful or intimidating species as individuals. He was shorter and smaller built than most boys his age, he made up for it with learning to shoot. He had willingly forsaken his own identity, hoping to find meaning in his shallow existence, and failed. He made up for it by robbing others of their selves, if only temporarily, forcing them to play roles the way he did. There was nothing finer than the hypnosis he developed, no play thing more amusing and no weapon more powerful.

... but simply toying with people's minds and taking out the anger and rage he inherited on their bodies felt hollow and lacking.

He desired a more complete control. Individuals were no longer enough. If he could, he would love to possess a world of his own. He fancied himself a ruler, but what sad few subjects he had!

But, he was a mere boy, not an army unto himself. The strength to overcome that many at once was beyond him, even with hypnosis, he could not permanently win over so many. If he could only acquire a stronger body...

Yes, a strong body with a mind he could break down and rebuild to suit his needs!

Following that line of thought, he began searching for someone he could use...

Threaded | Flat

Breathing was a foreign, strange thing.

For most, it came as instinct, not even as a second thought, in order to live. But he'd lost that years ago, in a bright flash he couldn't recall the origin of, to what he had been doing to cause it. It had been his decision, he knew, but why would he choose to lose everything he had left...?

His mind was muddled, his body heavy and stiff as his breaths came in forced gasps. Shaking gloved fingers clutched at the dirt below, leaving streaks as the hand dragged down. He... wasn't supposed to be here, was he? Being awake, breathing, thinking... no, this was wrong.

What had happened? Why? Where was he, and where was he supposed to go?

The Clock... the Lombaxes... it all came in fragments, knowing he had been fighting in the midst of it all. Something whirrs louder and faster in his memory, and the General has to clutch at his long ears, desperate to drive that horrible sound out.

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