The Rythe from #TheOriginalSix Twitter RP group
Wrath:
[trades leathers and shitkickers for the black ceremonial robe, heads to the foyer to meet my brothers]
Tohr:
[putting on the ceremonial black silk robe before slipping out of my room and making my way to the foyer to meet my brothers]
Zsadist:
{black eyes burning, anger and anxiety coursing through my veins as I slip on my ceremonial black robe, the temperature in the room dropping slightly, my fists clenched at my sides as I make my way down to the foyer to meet my brothers}
Phury:
[stamping out the last of a blunt, slipping on my ceremonial black silk robe, heading to the foyer, filled with worry for Z and Tohr]
Hollywood:
[Stripping my leathers off my scalped body and dressing in nothing but a black silk robe taking a deep breath before retreating from my room to the foyer.]
Wrath:
[nods at each brother as they arrive, turns to Tohr] What will the weapon be?
Tohr:
[my jaw set in a tight line] The tri-whip, my lord.
Wrath:
[nods] So be it. [looks at Phury] You have the weapon. Bring it.
Phury:
[clenching my jaw at Wrath’s words, turning without a word to go and get the black duffel bag, adding gauze and bandages before returning to the foyer, face grim, wishing for more red smoke]
Wrath:
Let’s go.
Tohr:
[walking to the Escalade with heavy foot falls, the weight of the moment on my shoulders, swallowing hard, knowing what I am about to do]
Hollywood:
[Walking next to Z his head hung low, eyes narrowed into black slits, making our way to the Escalade.]
Phury:
[following everyone to the Escalade, hating the black bag in my hand as much as every other time]
Zsadist:
{sliding in next to my twin Phury, raking my nails over my skull trim, muscles in body tight}
Hollywood:
[Hearing the heavy silence all around me. Eyes darting to my brother Zsadist momentarily] V my brother how ‘bout some music?
Wrath:
[steps out of the Escalade once we get to the location of the tomb, waits for the my brothers to join me, nods grimly at the group and starts walking to the cave set back in the mountains, slides my hand over the stone to find the seam, steps back as the stone slab slides open and reveals the tomb]
Tohr:
[walking into the tomb, passing the shelves full of lesser jars, the scent of the damp earth strong in the air]
Hollywood:
[Stalking into the dark tomb, the torches lighting on our will guiding us deeper into the earth.]
Phury:
[filing into the tomb with my brothers, the bag heavy in my hand, wondering how Z will handle this space]
Zsadist:
{walking, the enclosed, dark space engulfing me, head hung low on my shoulders, a bead of sweat dripping from my nose, suddenly my throat going tight, my head swimming with memories from a hundred years ago, of being held and beaten and used against my will, gritting my teeth to fight the anxiety, knowing I have to keep my shit together}
Wrath:
[the sanctity of the the space pressing down on everyone, each brother disrobing in turn, nods at Phury to give the weapon to Tohr, turns to Zsadist] My brother.. [eyes drift to the back wall of black marble, focus on the pegs there]
Zsadist:
{walking with slow, careful steps, my naked body against the smooth, cold stone, hands gripping onto the pegs, a blast of frigid emanating from my tensed body}
Tohr:
[taking the tri-whip from Phury, curling my hand around the leather-bound handle of the weapon, swallowing hard as I move towards Zsadist, the links of the weapon chiming with every step, my pained eyes locking with yours] Brother.
Zsadist:
{my eyes black as night, locked on yours, giving a small nod} My brother
Tohr:
[gripping the weapon tightly, rolling my shoulders, then slowly starting to swing the whip in a circle, building momentum, closing my eyes briefly before bringing the weapon forward in a powerful strike, tensing as the chains make contact with your chest]
Zsadist:
{breath leaving my lungs in a rush, the stinging pain ripping through my torso, gripping the pegs tighter to keep myself upright}
Phury:
[wincing as the barbs and danglers sink into Zsadist, feeling as though the wind has been knocked out of me even though he was the one hit, fighting the urge to shut my eyes against the sight of his blood running, memories of how Z was when I found him flooding my mind]
Hollywood:
[Wincing at the sound of Zsadist’s flesh tearing. The weapon ripping down his chest, blood trailing to the floor as low level hum travels through my body. I fight the beasts urge to come alive fisting together my hands until my knuckles are white.]
Tohr:
[speaking in a low shaky voice] That one was for me, my brother [swinging the whip anew, striking you again, with more impact than the first time] That was for my beloved Wellsie. And this [pulling my arm back and bringing the whip forward again, putting all of my anger into this last blow,the chains and danglers streaking across your stomach with great force] was for my unborn young…[drops the weapon, turning away, trying my hardest not to betray my emotions as I take my place next to my brothers]
Zsadist:
{shutting my eyes tight, tensing for the blow, the weapon singing through the air not twice, but three times, the dangler ripping the flesh from my torso, blood running from my chest onto my stomach and thighs, dizzy from the pounding, my knees buckling on the third strike your words ringing in my ears, lifting my head, feeling like it is unhinged on my shoulders, seeing Tohr bring the dagger across his chest, slicing a fresh wound, blood pouring down his torso, showing how much it pained him to hurt me, my voice barely a whisper} My brother
Tohr:
[knowing in this moment that we’ve forgiven each other, giving you a small, pained nod] My brother.
Phury:
[rushing to Z as his knees buckle, prying his hands from the peg, the wild expression on his scarred face cutting through me like a knife helping him down the stone steps, looking to V, eyes imploring him to bring the bag over and help bandage him]
Wrath:
[jaw set] It’s done. Let’s get Z home. [sees everyone moved in stunned silence to rerobe, grabs the weapon from where Tohr dropped it waiting as everyone moves to leave, hoping there’s no reason to return here anytime soon]
Hollywood:
[Wrapping my strong arms around Zsadist and lifting his body, walking out of the tomb and towards the truck. Opening the door then laying him against the soft leather of the back seat as gently as possible.]
Phury:
[following my brothers as they carry my twin, head down, unable to bear the sight of his body scarred more than it already is sliding in the Escalade, ready to be home]
Tohr:
[walking back to the Escalade, completely conflicted, thinking that although the offense is now behind me, I can’t help but wonder if there was another way all of this could’ve gone down, silently sliding into the Escalade, consumed by my own thoughts and pain]
Wrath:
[seals the tomb again, strides back to the Escalade] Let’s get back, V.
Zsadist:
{my limp body lying against the cold leather, my voice a groggy whisper to anyone who can hear me} Take me to my Nalla
Wrath:
[steps out of the Escalade as V pulls up at the compound, walks around to the back, gently lifts Z, winces at the blood still soaking through the bandages, carries him swiftly to his room, lays him on his bed] It’s over, my brother.
Phury:
[watching as Wrath carries Z away, slowly making my way to my room, desperate for the numbness of the red smoke]
Hollywood:
[Needing a moment of solitude after the rythe. I make my way down the halls to my room and will the door shut.]
Tohr:
[sliding out of the Escalade,slowly walking into the mansion, shoulders slumped, steps heavy as I make my way to the hidden door underneath the stairwell, taking the tunnel to the training center to sulk in my office]
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The Rythe from #TheOriginalSix Twitter RP group
Wrath:
[trades leathers and shitkickers for the black ceremonial robe, heads to the foyer to meet my brothers]
Tohr:
[putting on the ceremonial black silk robe before slipping out of my room and making my way to the foyer to meet my brothers]
Zsadist:
{black eyes burning, anger and anxiety coursing through my veins as I slip on my ceremonial black robe, the temperature in the room dropping slightly, my fists clenched at my sides as I make my way down to the foyer to meet my brothers}
Phury:
[stamping out the last of a blunt, slipping on my ceremonial black silk robe, heading to the foyer, filled with worry for Z and Tohr]
Hollywood:
[Stripping my leathers off my scalped body and dressing in nothing but a black silk robe taking a deep breath before retreating from my room to the foyer.]
Wrath:
[nods at each brother as they arrive, turns to Tohr] What will the weapon be?
Tohr:
[my jaw set in a tight line] The tri-whip, my lord.
Wrath:
[nods] So be it. [looks at Phury] You have the weapon. Bring it.
Phury:
[clenching my jaw at Wrath’s words, turning without a word to go and get the black duffel bag, adding gauze and bandages before returning to the foyer, face grim, wishing for more red smoke]
Wrath:
Let’s go.
Tohr:
[walking to the Escalade with heavy foot falls, the weight of the moment on my shoulders, swallowing hard, knowing what I am about to do]
Hollywood:
[Walking next to Z his head hung low, eyes narrowed into black slits, making our way to the Escalade.]
Phury:
[following everyone to the Escalade, hating the black bag in my hand as much as every other time]
Zsadist:
{sliding in next to my twin Phury, raking my nails over my skull trim, muscles in body tight}
Hollywood:
[Hearing the heavy silence all around me. Eyes darting to my brother Zsadist momentarily] V my brother how ‘bout some music?
Wrath:
[steps out of the Escalade once we get to the location of the tomb, waits for the my brothers to join me, nods grimly at the group and starts walking to the cave set back in the mountains, slides my hand over the stone to find the seam, steps back as the stone slab slides open and reveals the tomb]
Tohr:
[walking into the tomb, passing the shelves full of lesser jars, the scent of the damp earth strong in the air]
Hollywood:
[Stalking into the dark tomb, the torches lighting on our will guiding us deeper into the earth.]
Phury:
[filing into the tomb with my brothers, the bag heavy in my hand, wondering how Z will handle this space]
Zsadist:
{walking, the enclosed, dark space engulfing me, head hung low on my shoulders, a bead of sweat dripping from my nose, suddenly my throat going tight, my head swimming with memories from a hundred years ago, of being held and beaten and used against my will, gritting my teeth to fight the anxiety, knowing I have to keep my shit together}
Wrath:
[the sanctity of the the space pressing down on everyone, each brother disrobing in turn, nods at Phury to give the weapon to Tohr, turns to Zsadist] My brother.. [eyes drift to the back wall of black marble, focus on the pegs there]
Zsadist:
{walking with slow, careful steps, my naked body against the smooth, cold stone, hands gripping onto the pegs, a blast of frigid emanating from my tensed body}
Tohr:
[taking the tri-whip from Phury, curling my hand around the leather-bound handle of the weapon, swallowing hard as I move towards Zsadist, the links of the weapon chiming with every step, my pained eyes locking with yours] Brother.
Zsadist:
{my eyes black as night, locked on yours, giving a small nod} My brother
Tohr:
[gripping the weapon tightly, rolling my shoulders, then slowly starting to swing the whip in a circle, building momentum, closing my eyes briefly before bringing the weapon forward in a powerful strike, tensing as the chains make contact with your chest]
Zsadist:
{breath leaving my lungs in a rush, the stinging pain ripping through my torso, gripping the pegs tighter to keep myself upright}
Phury:
[wincing as the barbs and danglers sink into Zsadist, feeling as though the wind has been knocked out of me even though he was the one hit, fighting the urge to shut my eyes against the sight of his blood running, memories of how Z was when I found him flooding my mind]
Hollywood:
[Wincing at the sound of Zsadist’s flesh tearing. The weapon ripping down his chest, blood trailing to the floor as low level hum travels through my body. I fight the beasts urge to come alive fisting together my hands until my knuckles are white.]
Tohr:
[speaking in a low shaky voice] That one was for me, my brother [swinging the whip anew, striking you again, with more impact than the first time] That was for my beloved Wellsie. And this [pulling my arm back and bringing the whip forward again, putting all of my anger into this last blow,the chains and danglers streaking across your stomach with great force] was for my unborn young…[drops the weapon, turning away, trying my hardest not to betray my emotions as I take my place next to my brothers]
Zsadist:
{shutting my eyes tight, tensing for the blow, the weapon singing through the air not twice, but three times, the dangler ripping the flesh from my torso, blood running from my chest onto my stomach and thighs, dizzy from the pounding, my knees buckling on the third strike your words ringing in my ears, lifting my head, feeling like it is unhinged on my shoulders, seeing Tohr bring the dagger across his chest, slicing a fresh wound, blood pouring down his torso, showing how much it pained him to hurt me, my voice barely a whisper} My brother
Tohr:
[knowing in this moment that we’ve forgiven each other, giving you a small, pained nod] My brother.
Phury:
[rushing to Z as his knees buckle, prying his hands from the peg, the wild expression on his scarred face cutting through me like a knife helping him down the stone steps, looking to V, eyes imploring him to bring the bag over and help bandage him]
Wrath:
[jaw set] It’s done. Let’s get Z home. [sees everyone moved in stunned silence to rerobe, grabs the weapon from where Tohr dropped it waiting as everyone moves to leave, hoping there’s no reason to return here anytime soon]
Hollywood:
[Wrapping my strong arms around Zsadist and lifting his body, walking out of the tomb and towards the truck. Opening the door then laying him against the soft leather of the back seat as gently as possible.]
Phury:
[following my brothers as they carry my twin, head down, unable to bear the sight of his body scarred more than it already is sliding in the Escalade, ready to be home]
Tohr:
[walking back to the Escalade, completely conflicted, thinking that although the offense is now behind me, I can’t help but wonder if there was another way all of this could’ve gone down, silently sliding into the Escalade, consumed by my own thoughts and pain]
Wrath:
[seals the tomb again, strides back to the Escalade] Let’s get back, V.
Zsadist:
{my limp body lying against the cold leather, my voice a groggy whisper to anyone who can hear me} Take me to my Nalla
Wrath:
[steps out of the Escalade as V pulls up at the compound, walks around to the back, gently lifts Z, winces at the blood still soaking through the bandages, carries him swiftly to his room, lays him on his bed] It’s over, my brother.
Phury:
[watching as Wrath carries Z away, slowly making my way to my room, desperate for the numbness of the red smoke]
Hollywood:
[Needing a moment of solitude after the rythe. I make my way down the halls to my room and will the door shut.]
Tohr:
[sliding out of the Escalade,slowly walking into the mansion, shoulders slumped, steps heavy as I make my way to the hidden door underneath the stairwell, taking the tunnel to the training center to sulk in my office]
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