He's naked and on the ground. His eyes try to focus on anything, but he eventually gives up.
Flamebringer felt it just as he woke up -- the end of his world. It felt so final that it freezes his heart. The purpose and reason for his life may be lost to him. His shoulders drop as he feels the weight of that truth press down on him.
He opens his eyes and is able to finally look around. Honestly, he can't tell that there is an additional crystal in his body because his body is littered with crystals already. Black crystals jut out through his skin along his arms, limbs, around his face. Some of his veins share the same black color and show through is pale skin.
Ugh, this is worse than an attack.
Flamebringer rolls himself over to see someone hobbling along nearby. ]
Hey. How you doing? I'm on the floor.
[ Not so much a request to be helped up, but more a greeting. He has an arrogant tone and smile that makes it seem like he is completely unbothered by the current state of affairs. ]
captivity;
[ There is only one person that he is willing to listen to, and that person was burned away with his world. He refuses to go on along with these guards; he struggles, weakly, pathetically, but he struggles. Every step of the way, he makes it as difficult as he can manage.
The whip is around his neck, but he is a troublesome dog all the same.
He sneers and calls and makes snide comments the entire time. Eventually, the guards break -- or rather, they have someone that they can take their frustration out upon. Flamebringer only laughs after the first beating; his laughter filled with blood. He calls them cowards for being unwilling to finish the job, for being too soft to kill him.
The Sarkaz carries on like he's won until he can't.
But they don't kill him. They understand that he's seeking death -- even a humiliating one where his head is crushed beneath the heel of their boot. He's left severely beaten and alive; his body lying out on the ground for anyone to see.
The "nice white gown" that he was given is stained with old blood and torn; it leaves him little cover. But that's also to further humiliate the swordsman. He lies on his side, barely moving, breathing slow and painful.
Rations meant for him are thrown in his direction. Whether it reaches him or not doesn't concern the guards at this point. They don't even care if the food gets dirty with the blood still pouring out of Flamebringer's latest wounds.
Really, he's brought it on himself.
But still, even as he breathes so slow, so careful, he laughs to himself. ]
wildcard;
[ Feel free to wildcard it. Can PM if wondering about anything. He's just incredibly edgy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
flamebringer | arknights | wanderer
rebirth;
[ Well, okay.
He's naked and on the ground. His eyes try to focus on anything, but he eventually gives up.
Flamebringer felt it just as he woke up -- the end of his world. It felt so final that it freezes his heart. The purpose and reason for his life may be lost to him. His shoulders drop as he feels the weight of that truth press down on him.
He opens his eyes and is able to finally look around. Honestly, he can't tell that there is an additional crystal in his body because his body is littered with crystals already. Black crystals jut out through his skin along his arms, limbs, around his face. Some of his veins share the same black color and show through is pale skin.
Ugh, this is worse than an attack.
Flamebringer rolls himself over to see someone hobbling along nearby. ]
Hey. How you doing? I'm on the floor.
[ Not so much a request to be helped up, but more a greeting. He has an arrogant tone and smile that makes it seem like he is completely unbothered by the current state of affairs. ]
captivity;
[ There is only one person that he is willing to listen to, and that person was burned away with his world. He refuses to go on along with these guards; he struggles, weakly, pathetically, but he struggles. Every step of the way, he makes it as difficult as he can manage.
The whip is around his neck, but he is a troublesome dog all the same.
He sneers and calls and makes snide comments the entire time. Eventually, the guards break -- or rather, they have someone that they can take their frustration out upon. Flamebringer only laughs after the first beating; his laughter filled with blood. He calls them cowards for being unwilling to finish the job, for being too soft to kill him.
The Sarkaz carries on like he's won until he can't.
But they don't kill him. They understand that he's seeking death -- even a humiliating one where his head is crushed beneath the heel of their boot. He's left severely beaten and alive; his body lying out on the ground for anyone to see.
The "nice white gown" that he was given is stained with old blood and torn; it leaves him little cover. But that's also to further humiliate the swordsman. He lies on his side, barely moving, breathing slow and painful.
Rations meant for him are thrown in his direction. Whether it reaches him or not doesn't concern the guards at this point. They don't even care if the food gets dirty with the blood still pouring out of Flamebringer's latest wounds.
Really, he's brought it on himself.
But still, even as he breathes so slow, so careful, he laughs to himself. ]
wildcard;
[ Feel free to wildcard it. Can PM if wondering about anything. He's just incredibly edgy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]