Valmont (
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
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[ He's dreaming. He has to be.
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
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Not... very?
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What was it you said? About you saying you wished me luck in trying to kill you?
[All of a sudden, Valmont will feel that familiar force holding him in place. It hasn't wrested his ability to move or speak like before, but he'll be disappointed if he tries to run.]
I don't need luck.
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[ He can't escape. He hasn't got any powers left. So this is it. He's going to die. When it came down to it, somehow he'd never quite pictured that he'd go out begging for mercy at the hands of a fifteen-year-old psychic. He'd rather enjoyed not picturing that, as it happened.
Bugger everything. ]
CW: Death
In the pursuit of having this over with swiftly and to avoid hearing any more of his pleas, Nagi takes his head firmly and gives a sharp twist to the left to break his neck. It should kill him instantly, leaving him to vanish as Tsukiyama said the grunts back at Tohjo Falls did.
...in theory, at least.]
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[ It actually doesn't hurt that much. All right, for a brief second the pain is unimaginable, but then - nothing. He takes a moment to reflect on this before realizing that the reason he doesn't feel anything is probably because in a second he'll be dead.
And then he is.
Rocket Grunt Valmont whited out! ]