Where Tseng is Sanzo
Nov. 29th, 2013 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegunicentGenesis laughed, the ragged, tattered scroll in his hand momentarily forgotten as he reveled in the coursing power of the planet. He was invincible. He was a god. He was the champion who would set this poor fractured world to rights, because he had been *created* for that very purpose. He would carve new truth, new Light from the darkness that he'd been crafted from. If he was made of lies, he would baptize himself in truth!
His wrist exploded in pain and blood as one of the annoying pests from Shinra stalked out of the jungle toward him.
"You're under arrest for crimes against the SOLDIER military." The ant says calmly, as though his blue suit isn't spotted with mud and grime, as if blood doesn't streak down his face and one arm isn't bent at wrong angles.
Genesis spreads his wing and floats higher, glaring down at the first of so many he's going to destroy in fire, destroy for the affront of his pain, for the crime of their *lies* and betrayal and torturing of his Lady... She sings to him through his cells! "Hell Firaga!"
Sickly green poison seeps into wounds, satisfaction at the stench of burning meat and fibers not outweighing the sudden, sharp perforation of his thighs and throat. Even blind the ants aim is acute, his bullets bite where there is little armor, only Genesis's Lady strong and loving enough to close the wounds that would end mortals. Mere, weak, fleshy little worms. Vermin. Deceivers!
The scroll, forgotten for the moment, hits the leaf strewn mud of the jungle floor with a squelching thud.
Genesis raised his sword, the forest floor shining in red seals as he called upon the power of the planet below to expunge this annoying insect from it's surface.
"Muten! Zoutsuru banatsu waruinai!" A voice shouted, ringing through the air from a thousand directions at once, the broken man's gun still pointed upwards. From the forgotten artifact sprang twenty, forty, eighty lengths of gleaming paper covered in writing that re-wrote itself as it was read. The lengths wrapped around Genesis, binding him, cocooning in tight constrictions that shattered his wing bones, dislocated his shoulder and unceremoniously hauled him from the sky. Even as he screamed in outrage, a foreign power, like that of the planet yet not, was invading, violating him, tearing him away from the comfort of his Lady. She screamed and ripped at him as the power of the scroll tore back.
Under the blind, uncaring eyes of a beaten fool, the Red General was shattered.
His wrist exploded in pain and blood as one of the annoying pests from Shinra stalked out of the jungle toward him.
"You're under arrest for crimes against the SOLDIER military." The ant says calmly, as though his blue suit isn't spotted with mud and grime, as if blood doesn't streak down his face and one arm isn't bent at wrong angles.
Genesis spreads his wing and floats higher, glaring down at the first of so many he's going to destroy in fire, destroy for the affront of his pain, for the crime of their *lies* and betrayal and torturing of his Lady... She sings to him through his cells! "Hell Firaga!"
Sickly green poison seeps into wounds, satisfaction at the stench of burning meat and fibers not outweighing the sudden, sharp perforation of his thighs and throat. Even blind the ants aim is acute, his bullets bite where there is little armor, only Genesis's Lady strong and loving enough to close the wounds that would end mortals. Mere, weak, fleshy little worms. Vermin. Deceivers!
The scroll, forgotten for the moment, hits the leaf strewn mud of the jungle floor with a squelching thud.
Genesis raised his sword, the forest floor shining in red seals as he called upon the power of the planet below to expunge this annoying insect from it's surface.
"Muten! Zoutsuru banatsu waruinai!" A voice shouted, ringing through the air from a thousand directions at once, the broken man's gun still pointed upwards. From the forgotten artifact sprang twenty, forty, eighty lengths of gleaming paper covered in writing that re-wrote itself as it was read. The lengths wrapped around Genesis, binding him, cocooning in tight constrictions that shattered his wing bones, dislocated his shoulder and unceremoniously hauled him from the sky. Even as he screamed in outrage, a foreign power, like that of the planet yet not, was invading, violating him, tearing him away from the comfort of his Lady. She screamed and ripped at him as the power of the scroll tore back.
Under the blind, uncaring eyes of a beaten fool, the Red General was shattered.
