As Above, So Below

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Nagato
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Character: Cool Dude

As Above, So Below

Post by Nagato » January 6th, 2023, 5:38 pm

As the whirring of the machinery died down, small beads of sweat began to slowly form at the top of his brow and trickle down. He anxiously patted them with his free arm, ensuring that his grip remained firm, yet not discomforting on the faint pulsing that he was keeping track on. The atmosphere in the room was intoxicating, emotions roiling and barely kept in check, suppressed by the overwhelmingly thick sense of tension that was palpable.

“His vitals are quickening, Doctor.” To the right, the thin woman ensuring that the patient’s mouth was kept open, her focus and discipline seemingly creating a separate space as she performed her duties diligently. Directly across the table the man simply nodded his reassurance towards the two staff members, before turning himself now to face the audience and doing what it was that he did best…



Another victory for innovation and science. The procedure was a success and he was sure every accolade and praise would reach their way out to the man whose hands seemed to produce miracles in whatever field he had devoted himself to. While he remained in side speaking with the audience and the woman set about ensuring post operation care would proceed smoothly, the third would slink out of the room and exiting the building heading outside the walls of the Fort.



The fatigue rolled in like a gradual wave, pooling in at the soles of his feet and rapidly overtaking his body as he clumsily sets himself down by the side of a nearby tree. Digging his fingers deep into his flesh, he raked them across his neck and cheeks, the scenery around him spinning rapidly as he tried to brace himself to fight and fail miserably once again to an apparition that was not there. He gasped in ragged breaths as his throat closed up, gritting his teeth and biting into his bottom lip, flecks of blood dropping as it pierces through due to his clenched jaw, eyes tightly shut. Burying his head into his arms he tried to emit a sound, a word, anything but he could do nothing once again. Again, like every other time, you haven’t changed at all have you?

The faint sound of buzzing forced his eyes to shoot open as he spots the silhouette of a figure knelt beside a small puddle, poking at something within the body of water. At the corner of his vision dark fog seems to creep in, bringing with it a bitter cold as the temperature rapidly plummets. He could spot motion ahead as the shape seems to lift where a head would be placed up to face him directly, as they spoke there was an oddly familiar tone of disdainfulness.

“There is no running away from what we are, no matter how much you wish to believe so, child. You stubbornly wished to cling to some foolish ideal, see now how the erosion has set for you.” The figure stands, it’s lithe, billowing shape moving aside to reveal a disturbing image reflected in the small pond...

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