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The Fall of Knives RP starter
RP Prompt:
Would take place after the fall of Knives, defeated by his brother Vash. In exchange for his life being 'spared' Knives would agree to live by Vash's rules for the most part. Agreeing to not kill humans (or at least try super hard not to) he would be angry about it but would attempt to live like the humans all while continueing to curse them and talk down to them. He isn't happy about it and he's not afraid to speak his mind on the matter either. Not being able to kill humans, and his power would be drained a lot due to the fight with his brother causes Knives to be more anxious around the humans.
NOTE: you do NOT need to respond with the same amount, Im fine with a max of 2 paragraphs or less, if you want to write more you can but I myself may not respond with much more than 2 paragraphs after this unless im inspired with a lot of information from you. also please no 1 liners to this.
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The Fall of Millions Knives
Everything hurt, of course it did his idiot brother shot him several times! Why couldn't Vash understand that what he was doing was all for him? the humans had to die! so why? A groan escaped his lips as he shifted on the bed beneath him. A bed? oh right, vague memories of being carried off by his brother after their battle had resurfaced. How long had it been since then? hours? days? weeks? He honestly couldn't tell, everything still hurt but he was healing just far to slowly for his liking. He used so much of his energy to maintain himself during the fight, having to heal any wounds his brother inflicted on him, having to manifest his blades to attack, his wing to fly, eventually it took its toll on him and he couldn't do it all anymore.
He had chosen to attack rather than heal in some hope of victory against his human loving brother, yet it failed. He could remember the sight of Vash's blood, the look of dread, him pleading with him to stop. He wouldn't though, fueled by so much rage that his brother continued to defy him, chose the humans over him! He would make him pay! even if he had to beat it into him! make him see he was right in his decision, it was all for his brother after all. Perhaps that is why he failed, his mind clouded by the rage he felt that he miscalculated everything, or perhaps it was everything he had done to his brother. All his words finally sinking in and the guilt was starting to consume him.
Another groan came up as his body moved even the slightest, why wasn't his body healing faster? He hated feeling this weak, being at the mercy of anyone hurt his pride more than anything. He remembered waking up before, his brother near by waiting for him to return to consciousness so he could speak with him. Vash's words echoing in his mind, 'For sparing your life, you will do as I say, live by my rules... and for once, listen to me.' He could remember the harsh warning look he was given followed by that typical Vash smile. His eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling of someones home. He was alone now, his brother no longer in the room as he was earlier.
He attempted to sit up, it was painful yet he would not faulter, he was not weak! Why was this so painful? his body had practically been destroyed before so this should be nothing! Trying to distract himself, he took in the room around him. It was plain, hardly anything of note was present. It could almost be considered a jail cell, a room for a prisoner, was he one? There was the bed he was on, a small table next to it and a chair nearby, the one his brother was sitting on earlier. Why wasn't Vash here? why was he alone? Why did he not want to be alone? He wanted his brother here, he was injured! he should be here to protect him right?! what if some human came in and attacked him right now? would he be able to defend himself? His hands were shaking, visiably panicking as he felt fear consuming him.
What was wrong with him? He was Millions Knives! not some weak human! So why did he feel this way? He was acting like some scared child, and it made him feel even more pathetic than he already felt. It was then he heard it, footsteps outside the door followed by a few knocks. Who? despite his panic he tried to still himself, alter his features to one of anger as he stared at the door in anticipation of who could be coming in. Was it his brother? or someone else come to kill him? He was in no condition to fight, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. He was mentally trying to prepare himself as he saw the doornob turn and the door opening up to let who ever it was in.
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