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☽☽ Jaune Arc - seems legit. ([personal profile] beaconed) wrote2015-03-13 12:01 am

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"Helloooo! You've reached Jaune Arc! If I'm not answering, it means I'm probably off somewhere fighting monsters or... doing something really awesome like saving a cat, or the president's son! You know how it is, a leader's schedule can be really hectic nowadays, ha ha! Just kidding, I'm probably in school, but I'd totally do those things if I ha-- [BEEP]"



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heiroglyphs: (interesting)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-05-06 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
What do you mean you're a ph--

[She's cut off as Jaune's lips touch hers. The robot hadn't prepared for how it felt. She'd seen it on TV, sure, but Weiss hadn't told her anything about kissing. It's entirely possible (likely, even) that Weiss herself doesn't even know what this is like. The sensation is... oddly soft, and warm? Like two little pillows pushed against your lips. No matter how you describe it, it's nothing like anything she had experienced before. Maybe she could just stand here for a little while and--

No, focus. He's right where you want him. One hand paws at his chest until she finds the side of his breastplate. With a bit of force, she shifts it slightly to the side and readies Myrtenaster. There should be just enough room this way. The angle is off a little, she'll probably miss the heart, but he shouldn't have much trouble bleeding out anyway.

All she needs to do is thrust her arm up and he'll be gone. Just... one little push. That's all it'll take.

Any time now.

...

Stop enjoying this.

...

Just kill him.

...

Please?]
heiroglyphs: ([sound of teeth grinding])

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-05-07 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[The robot gasps as the blade pierces her. The shock forces her to drop her rapier, which clatters against the hot roof before rolling away as if it knows that this is not its master. She screams and hisses, clawing out in hopes of reaching Jaune, but every moment drives the sword deeper into her. Pitch black blood is pouring from her sternum and her eyes are blazing with hate and pain.]

You bastard! Why couldn't you just lay down and die!
heiroglyphs: (in your face)

1/2

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-05-10 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
We'll never be--
heiroglyphs: (do you really think like that?)

[personal profile] heiroglyphs 2016-05-10 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She snarl goes slack when the bullet hits her head, her body going limp against the sword pinning her to the door. Her eyes were wide, yet still full of so much hate and anger, as if she was still judging him for his actions. Her normally stark-white hair is quickly dyed black with the oil-like blood welling from her forehead which leaks down her cheeks before pooling on her clothes and at her feet.]