Post by Agent 0 on Feb 5, 2016 19:22:18 GMT -5
ZETA: Agent 0 (The Reaper)
Basic Information:
Name - [CLASSIFIED] False Name Varies from Mission to Mission
Zeta Agent Designation - Zero
Code Name - Reaper
Age - 38
Gender - Male
Race - "Android" (Normal Human with Combat Suit to Enhance Fighting Capabilities)
Homeworld - Earth
Starting Planet - Earth
Appearance:
Agent 0, when outside of his suit. Looks just like many normal earthling humans. Though he was born with pure white hair and deep red eyes that can pierce through the darkest of nights at times. His wicked smile can be noticeable from afar after meeting him in person, as he carries an almost unique smirk and laugh that, without needing to hear the laugh, can always be told apart from others. This can cause him some trouble when he is inside of his suit as his laugh can be heard easily to be associated with him. Agent 0 is usually seen wearing white clothes, mostly consisting of a jacket, a t-shirt, some cargo pants, and combat ready boots.
Whilst in his combat suit, the features that oh so define the mysterious man are mostly lost, considering its a full body suit meant to cover his body and his identity. He mostly uses tools and equipment to his advantage, instead of using ki or martial arts of any sorts. He has an assortment of different outfits he wears for different missions or to remain stealthy and not be so suspicious if someone sees him over and over again. But his most used one appears as basic bulky civilian attire, something like you'd see out of a militia unit, with armored padding and covering. The combat suit has a nice scarf to pull up in case of hazards like dust and liquid, to cover the visor, which is usually a light blue tint.
Backstory:
At an age the boy could not remember, not too long after his birth no doubt, the young Agent 0 was taken from his home in Satan City. To the despairing parents of the boy, it was an unknown ordeal as to why the young babe would be stolen straight out from under their noses. However, the underground network company, known as Zeta, disguised as just a normal store on the surface, knew exactly what they were aiming for. They were aiming for a unique looking child, who was easy to take, and young enough to teach. They needed a prodigal poster boy, someone to kick off their operation for a while before they could pull in more people.
However, that was only the start of the boys life, getting kidnapped and taken into Zeta. Early on, many tests were developed through the boy, stuff to harden his body frame, to make him a little less human. They also put him through brain exercises to inherently brainwash the poor boy, before long he was a mentally trained assassin, meant to take the lives of people that Zeta wanted him to, or the people that he got contracted to kill to make Zeta more money. He was their first project, the prototype soldier and bounty hunter for them.
But it couldn't be that easy for the kid right? Being mentally trained for something wasn't the same as being physically trained. Thus, the young Agent 0 was put into combat training, learning how to fire guns and use combat knives in CQC combat. It was mostly solo learning put through by tutorials and robots that would instruct him on what to do. That was why he was the prototype, nobody is capable for combat aside from the combat robots that were extremely weak and cheap due to money problems for the boys development, and then the tutorials didn't know how to fight, they only taught how to fight. So overall he was the only one who could go forward to accept this prototype.
Over time however, the boy craved social needs, the scientists and organization of Zeta that had worked with and on him never really gave him social activity in the outside world, the only social stuff he got was with Zeta themselves, but even they didn't know how to fulfill those requirements themselves, causing the boy to go into a major depression due to not knowing anybody well enough to make relationships, however that would all change once his combat training was complete and he was allowed to start his real work, his real work that was going to be the basis for his entire life from now on. It wasn't exactly a nice thing to think about for Agent 0, but he was brought up this way and like hell was he going to make his entire child years pointless
Thus, they gave him his battle ready combat suit, and from that day forward he was strictly known as Agent 0. They originally called him by a name, but that was nothing less than [REDACTED] from all documents and [CLASSIFIED] from all outsiders. He had to use a false name to disguise himself in any missions he would be sent on, the name changing from mission to mission so he wouldn't just be spotted right off the bat when showing ID and name. This was to go hand in hand with his combat suit, changing from time to time.
After going through years upon years of contracts and money, he was getting tired of the lack of interaction, and against his organization's rules, he decided to get together with a girl, she was a cop which was a bad idea considering who he was, but he didn't care. He loved her personality and he loved her more than anything. He wanted to start a family with her, and even if it was just a fake name she knew him by, he would accept it happily as long as he got her. But he never wanted to tell the organization about her in case they would be entirely against it. However that was probably a bad idea in and of itself.
Racials:
Electric Energy - [Androids cannot be sensed, But can be noticed and scanned via scouters]
Mechanical superiority - [Once per thread, An android has the ability to add a +(x1) To their pl defensively. Allowing them to be better prepared defensively for a turn.]
Rebuild - [For a small fee. A android can avoid going to the after life upon death via the android shop]
Techniques:
Balanced Tree
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Shadow Strike
[25% Charge]
[li][OT-2] Fierce Shadow Strike[/li]
Exactly like Shadow Strike, except faster and with more force put behind it. Just like last time however, it is meant to be a precise strike, used to stab into an adversary.
[50% Charge]
[li]N/A[/li]
N/A
[N/A]
[/ul]Support Tiers
- [ST-1]Combat Roll
[Tier 1 Dodge]
[li][ST-1]Hover Boots
[/li]Attached to his Combat Ready Boots, which will also hook into the armor boots of his Combat Suit, is a pair of hover boots. They give him the ability of flight, however it isn't exactly fast or real flight, more just advanced aerial movement.
[Flight Skill]
[li]N/A[/li]
N/A
[N/A]
[/ul]Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Serrated Knife
Roleplay Example:
In the middle of the night, two silhouettes would be running across rooftops, jumping from one to another in an attempt to make decisive chase. The one in front, holding his right shoulder with his left hand, the right arm dangling down limp as he was panting profusely, sweat bubbles appearing and slowly creeping down his face as they would plop onto the ceilings before. Ragged breaths pumping in and out of the mans mouth as he was scared, fear flashing through his heart and mind as he was already wounded, and was crawling ever closer to the gates of heaven or hell, whichever of the two he would be accepted into would be based on how he was in life, but it wasn't like he had the time to put thought into it as the distance between the person behind him, and himself was vastly drawing to a minuscule number.
The man giving chase, however, was just laughing at the top of his lungs, making sure the maniacal laughter would be heard throughout any home that they were passing over. Nothing was physically wrong with the man giving chase, not even a rampant breath was going through the mouth. The only things that could be heard were the clanking of his suits boots as they slammed into the pavement, and the sounds of his laughter as it rang out through the city in the middle of the night. The entire night was in darkness however, making it hard to see where anybody was going, but the man in the suit made sure to provide enough light, as his visor would shine a light blue that would cover most all of where he was looking, in the same pattern as the visor pertained as it shone. From behind the visor, two piercing red dots that could be mistaken as red dot sights shone from them, but if one was to be close enough to the visor, it would be obvious that the wearer of the suit had red eyes that broke through darkness somehow, not by a modification, but from birth his eyes were just this intense. Despite the heavy combat suit that was worn, the user was running faster than the man who had full freedom of his body without wearing a combat suit, just regular attire.
The chase itself was futile however, closer inspection to the mans body showed a small handgun on the side, with a rifle on the back, showing that range was not a matter to discuss. Aside from this, a sheath was placed on the opposite side of the handgun, with a very sharp knife tucked into it for safe keeping. A small addition on the bottom of the boots that were clanking into the ground from the suit, were little holes pressed in, supposedly housing rocket boosters, something that would give the suit an easy maneuverability advancement on the scared shitless man. But the man in the suit didn't want it to end so quickly, no, that would be boring right? "TICK TOCK! YOUR END IS DRAWING NEAR LITTLE PIGGY!" the suited man would yell out, as the scared man kept running faster and faster. However it was no use, the suited man caught up with ease and then shoved the man over, so that he was on the cold, hard exterior of the buildings ceiling.
"Looks like somebody is getting his express ticket to heavens gate, isn't that right?" the suited man would say, before slowly walking over and planting his hard metal boot against the mans spine, as little snapping sounds would be heard. "Hehe, no answer snappy bones? Okay I guess this is it! Zeta sends its regards!" he shouted out, before he would slowly pick his leg up to a nice height to curb stomp the poor, defenseless target. It was then that the rocket boosters on his boots would slowly shoot himself upwards to be a couple meters above the ground. Then his boosters, instead of pushing outwards like normally, would start pulling inwards, almost making the speed that he would fall towards the man, and likewise bring his foot down, triple in strength and speed. With that, the force which the foot hit the mans back caused the ceiling underneath to crumble under pure pressure, while all of this was happening, the suited man pulled up a scarf to cover his visor as he would laugh more.
When they hit the floor below, the next floor would not crumble, but instead the force applied to the man from one side, alongside the not crumbling floor below, cause the man to inflate from the inside out, organs popping and rupturing, bones shattering into unknown pieces and life whisking out of the mans body in a split second. All of this together, the body couldn't handle it, and like something out of a Gorey television show, blood spatter painted the room and almost nothing of the body remained aside from gooey pieces that didn't turn into blood spatter or were vaporized from the sheer force. The family that was inside the room, asleep, was instantly awoken from the sound of crumbling ceiling and the spraying of blood across their room and possibly even on them. Alas, the damned man in his suit didn't care for them, they weren't his targets, and they weren't anything to him that he needed to worry about. So he would slowly press his hands onto a little outgoing com signal button on the side of his visors helmet as he pulled down the scarf a bit.
"Reaper, Zero, you are reporting in? Whats the status of the target?" a feminine voice said from over the line that he was on. It was being directly transmitted into his ear so the family nearby wouldn't exactly be able to hear it. "Well he's red paste over the interior of this house... as well as my suit and scarf, so nobody will be hearing from him again... we can guarantee that... though the interior decorators are going to have a field day with this one!" he would say into his com, very proud of his work. Crimson coating his armor in a fine red tint, and the scarf having the same crimson fabric, the blood soaking into the cloth at this point. "Very well Reaper, good work like always. There's a reason we gave you that Code Name after all of these jobs... Report back to Zeta asap to get debriefed and to debrief the contract." the lady on the other line would end off with, before the com line would go dark, Agent 0 still responding "Will do, ma'am" into his com even though the other side wouldn't be able to hear him.
A short period of time later, Agent 0 would be back inside of Zeta, walking inside, his suit no longer apparent on his body, but he was in a white coat, a whit t shirt underneath, white slack pants and white combat boots. His white hair would bounce as he would take his striding steps, walking towards a little desk. "Hello Agent 0... we've gotten reports that the contract was a success, is that true?" a lady, different from the one before over the com, asked him with a serious look on her face. "Yeah yeah the guys dead, sent on to who knows where. Can I go on leave now, I finished my contracts." he would ask sternly, staring at the girl with a highly amused look on his face, he was happy with his work and his sweeping of his contracts once more. "Sure, you have another contract but we will forward that to you later" she said, a smile on her face as she would nod back towards where he came. "Alright, seeya sweet cheeks" Agent 0 would respond once more before turning and exiting Zeta.
This was the only times of his life that he felt blissful, aside from on a contract. He was standing outside an apartment door, hesitating to knock, but nonetheless he would end up knocking, stepping back a bit with a happy, blissful smile on his face. He looked a lot less maniacal, and honestly he looked quite peaceful with all of that stuff being hidden. He wanted to be happy... with his lover... the girl he wanted to marry... to start a family with. Well, more like he wanted to have the wedding, as he had already proposed to her and she accepted, it was just a matter of time before they would be together happily. Not too long would pass before he would be invited inside by her. Sheela... she was the girl he pledged his heart to. He was so happy to be with her once more.
The two of them sat back on the bed, Agent 0 up against the wall, leaning up to it with Sheela in his lap, leaning back into him so that she was in his arms and had his head on top of hers. The entire scene looked quite cute and the both of them were happy. "I am so glad that you came over today Joseph..." Sheela would say, looking up at Agent 0 with a smile on her face. Right... Joseph Majukashi, the faked name that he gave to her when they met, and the fake name she knew as her lover. Agent 0 hated having to lie to her, but it was worth it, to keep his other life hidden from her. He smiled back at her with a very lighthearted and happy look. "Of course Sheela... I wouldn't miss it for the world" he would muse to her, smiling before he would slowly move in and kiss her, the kiss held for a few seconds before they would break and just go back to their resting positions.
The night would pan out quite well, they had a little fun with playing around with each other, nothing too serious yet, just the cutesy kind of touching with tickles and hugging. They also watched a laid back and relaxing movie together, relaxing into the mood of things as they were drawing closer and closer to being together in a way that could prove more lovely than anything else that can be brought about from love. The thing that can make a family a family through pure bliss and love with one another.
Everything would fade to black
In the morning, Agent 0 would wake up from his bed and stretch, noticing that Sheela was still contently hugging onto him, he would pat her head just softly enough to not wake her up. He was truly happy, but he knew that this wasn't all his life entailed, he had his other life to be twisted into this and it would always rear its ugly head. He would slowly grab his phone and look at it, pulling open that he had a new message, it was of course from Zeta regarding that contract they brought up before he left. He smirked and slowly opened it up, it contained all the same details, explaining how a contract works, blah blah same old for Agent 0, he needed to get to the hit itself. But then his eyes would grow wide as he saw the details given to him.
"Agent 0... there is a pesky problem that we need you to deal with. Only you can deal with this and we suppose it should be a lesson given to you after everything we've told you" was written normally in the message. However it would continue on, in scribbles that aren't normal, not for a text message, almost as if it was a written letter in blood, it stated with extremely messed up and hard to read writing. "k-i-l-l s-h-e-e-l-a m-a-j-u-k-a-s-h-i we know what you did... JOSEPH MAJUKASHI" was all that was stated in the message until it cut off, before the mark where it would usually explain more details and stuff that he knew more. Was this reality.... no this couldn't have been, no this had to have been. The harsh reality was returning to him once more as he realized that being with Sheela truly did put her in harms way. If he didn't do the contract he would surely be terminated, from the Zeta program and from life all the same. But if he went through with it, it was all over for his happiness, it took him so long to find such happiness, how could he just choose one or the other?!
In the end it was either, continue helping Zeta, and keeping his life, but he had to lose his lover. The flip side was that he would be terminated, Zeta would have to start all over again, and they would probably find a way to eliminate Sheela still through another assassin or something of the sorts. Tears were slowly streaming down his face as he threw his phone against a nearby wall, anger and frustration filling his heart and piercing through it like an angry void. This would instantly wake up Sheela who would get worried, desperately trying to calm down Agent 0 the morning after they had slept together blissfully as lovers. She held him tightly and kept trying to calm him down, telling him that everything would be alright. But Agent 0 knew that wasn't the case, this was the end for his blissful happiness.
Agent 0's arms would slowly wrap around the woman back, holding her tightly as she would smile, saying things to accept that he was calming down to her abilities it seemed. Little did she know that one of his hands held the knife from his suits side sheathe. He always kept it on him even when he wasn't in the suit. It was the one thing he always kept with him, and he couldn't even keep love with him anymore. "I love you Sheela... I'll never forget you..." he would choke out against his tears as he held her tighter. The lady would perk up a bit. "I love you too Joseph... what is wrong? What do you mean you'll never forg-" and then a single well place stab wound would be entered through the spinal cord, severing a lot of bodily functions. It was done quickly and cleanly so as to leave little to absolutely no mess, he didn't want his lover to be a kill like all the other targets were, not in the same brutal fashion. She deserved a quick and clean sever, to stop it completely. "Sorry... my love..." he would choke out once more, crying into her shoulder as he held tighter and tighter against her, the knife still in his hands, his body shaking. A little buzzer would go off on his phone that was on the ground, it didn't break when he threw it, and it was getting an alert just like it always did. It always did....
-End of Reaper Log #173
Reward Requested: (Zeni)
The man giving chase, however, was just laughing at the top of his lungs, making sure the maniacal laughter would be heard throughout any home that they were passing over. Nothing was physically wrong with the man giving chase, not even a rampant breath was going through the mouth. The only things that could be heard were the clanking of his suits boots as they slammed into the pavement, and the sounds of his laughter as it rang out through the city in the middle of the night. The entire night was in darkness however, making it hard to see where anybody was going, but the man in the suit made sure to provide enough light, as his visor would shine a light blue that would cover most all of where he was looking, in the same pattern as the visor pertained as it shone. From behind the visor, two piercing red dots that could be mistaken as red dot sights shone from them, but if one was to be close enough to the visor, it would be obvious that the wearer of the suit had red eyes that broke through darkness somehow, not by a modification, but from birth his eyes were just this intense. Despite the heavy combat suit that was worn, the user was running faster than the man who had full freedom of his body without wearing a combat suit, just regular attire.
The chase itself was futile however, closer inspection to the mans body showed a small handgun on the side, with a rifle on the back, showing that range was not a matter to discuss. Aside from this, a sheath was placed on the opposite side of the handgun, with a very sharp knife tucked into it for safe keeping. A small addition on the bottom of the boots that were clanking into the ground from the suit, were little holes pressed in, supposedly housing rocket boosters, something that would give the suit an easy maneuverability advancement on the scared shitless man. But the man in the suit didn't want it to end so quickly, no, that would be boring right? "TICK TOCK! YOUR END IS DRAWING NEAR LITTLE PIGGY!" the suited man would yell out, as the scared man kept running faster and faster. However it was no use, the suited man caught up with ease and then shoved the man over, so that he was on the cold, hard exterior of the buildings ceiling.
"Looks like somebody is getting his express ticket to heavens gate, isn't that right?" the suited man would say, before slowly walking over and planting his hard metal boot against the mans spine, as little snapping sounds would be heard. "Hehe, no answer snappy bones? Okay I guess this is it! Zeta sends its regards!" he shouted out, before he would slowly pick his leg up to a nice height to curb stomp the poor, defenseless target. It was then that the rocket boosters on his boots would slowly shoot himself upwards to be a couple meters above the ground. Then his boosters, instead of pushing outwards like normally, would start pulling inwards, almost making the speed that he would fall towards the man, and likewise bring his foot down, triple in strength and speed. With that, the force which the foot hit the mans back caused the ceiling underneath to crumble under pure pressure, while all of this was happening, the suited man pulled up a scarf to cover his visor as he would laugh more.
When they hit the floor below, the next floor would not crumble, but instead the force applied to the man from one side, alongside the not crumbling floor below, cause the man to inflate from the inside out, organs popping and rupturing, bones shattering into unknown pieces and life whisking out of the mans body in a split second. All of this together, the body couldn't handle it, and like something out of a Gorey television show, blood spatter painted the room and almost nothing of the body remained aside from gooey pieces that didn't turn into blood spatter or were vaporized from the sheer force. The family that was inside the room, asleep, was instantly awoken from the sound of crumbling ceiling and the spraying of blood across their room and possibly even on them. Alas, the damned man in his suit didn't care for them, they weren't his targets, and they weren't anything to him that he needed to worry about. So he would slowly press his hands onto a little outgoing com signal button on the side of his visors helmet as he pulled down the scarf a bit.
"Reaper, Zero, you are reporting in? Whats the status of the target?" a feminine voice said from over the line that he was on. It was being directly transmitted into his ear so the family nearby wouldn't exactly be able to hear it. "Well he's red paste over the interior of this house... as well as my suit and scarf, so nobody will be hearing from him again... we can guarantee that... though the interior decorators are going to have a field day with this one!" he would say into his com, very proud of his work. Crimson coating his armor in a fine red tint, and the scarf having the same crimson fabric, the blood soaking into the cloth at this point. "Very well Reaper, good work like always. There's a reason we gave you that Code Name after all of these jobs... Report back to Zeta asap to get debriefed and to debrief the contract." the lady on the other line would end off with, before the com line would go dark, Agent 0 still responding "Will do, ma'am" into his com even though the other side wouldn't be able to hear him.
A short period of time later, Agent 0 would be back inside of Zeta, walking inside, his suit no longer apparent on his body, but he was in a white coat, a whit t shirt underneath, white slack pants and white combat boots. His white hair would bounce as he would take his striding steps, walking towards a little desk. "Hello Agent 0... we've gotten reports that the contract was a success, is that true?" a lady, different from the one before over the com, asked him with a serious look on her face. "Yeah yeah the guys dead, sent on to who knows where. Can I go on leave now, I finished my contracts." he would ask sternly, staring at the girl with a highly amused look on his face, he was happy with his work and his sweeping of his contracts once more. "Sure, you have another contract but we will forward that to you later" she said, a smile on her face as she would nod back towards where he came. "Alright, seeya sweet cheeks" Agent 0 would respond once more before turning and exiting Zeta.
This was the only times of his life that he felt blissful, aside from on a contract. He was standing outside an apartment door, hesitating to knock, but nonetheless he would end up knocking, stepping back a bit with a happy, blissful smile on his face. He looked a lot less maniacal, and honestly he looked quite peaceful with all of that stuff being hidden. He wanted to be happy... with his lover... the girl he wanted to marry... to start a family with. Well, more like he wanted to have the wedding, as he had already proposed to her and she accepted, it was just a matter of time before they would be together happily. Not too long would pass before he would be invited inside by her. Sheela... she was the girl he pledged his heart to. He was so happy to be with her once more.
The two of them sat back on the bed, Agent 0 up against the wall, leaning up to it with Sheela in his lap, leaning back into him so that she was in his arms and had his head on top of hers. The entire scene looked quite cute and the both of them were happy. "I am so glad that you came over today Joseph..." Sheela would say, looking up at Agent 0 with a smile on her face. Right... Joseph Majukashi, the faked name that he gave to her when they met, and the fake name she knew as her lover. Agent 0 hated having to lie to her, but it was worth it, to keep his other life hidden from her. He smiled back at her with a very lighthearted and happy look. "Of course Sheela... I wouldn't miss it for the world" he would muse to her, smiling before he would slowly move in and kiss her, the kiss held for a few seconds before they would break and just go back to their resting positions.
The night would pan out quite well, they had a little fun with playing around with each other, nothing too serious yet, just the cutesy kind of touching with tickles and hugging. They also watched a laid back and relaxing movie together, relaxing into the mood of things as they were drawing closer and closer to being together in a way that could prove more lovely than anything else that can be brought about from love. The thing that can make a family a family through pure bliss and love with one another.
Everything would fade to black
In the morning, Agent 0 would wake up from his bed and stretch, noticing that Sheela was still contently hugging onto him, he would pat her head just softly enough to not wake her up. He was truly happy, but he knew that this wasn't all his life entailed, he had his other life to be twisted into this and it would always rear its ugly head. He would slowly grab his phone and look at it, pulling open that he had a new message, it was of course from Zeta regarding that contract they brought up before he left. He smirked and slowly opened it up, it contained all the same details, explaining how a contract works, blah blah same old for Agent 0, he needed to get to the hit itself. But then his eyes would grow wide as he saw the details given to him.
"Agent 0... there is a pesky problem that we need you to deal with. Only you can deal with this and we suppose it should be a lesson given to you after everything we've told you" was written normally in the message. However it would continue on, in scribbles that aren't normal, not for a text message, almost as if it was a written letter in blood, it stated with extremely messed up and hard to read writing. "k-i-l-l s-h-e-e-l-a m-a-j-u-k-a-s-h-i we know what you did... JOSEPH MAJUKASHI" was all that was stated in the message until it cut off, before the mark where it would usually explain more details and stuff that he knew more. Was this reality.... no this couldn't have been, no this had to have been. The harsh reality was returning to him once more as he realized that being with Sheela truly did put her in harms way. If he didn't do the contract he would surely be terminated, from the Zeta program and from life all the same. But if he went through with it, it was all over for his happiness, it took him so long to find such happiness, how could he just choose one or the other?!
In the end it was either, continue helping Zeta, and keeping his life, but he had to lose his lover. The flip side was that he would be terminated, Zeta would have to start all over again, and they would probably find a way to eliminate Sheela still through another assassin or something of the sorts. Tears were slowly streaming down his face as he threw his phone against a nearby wall, anger and frustration filling his heart and piercing through it like an angry void. This would instantly wake up Sheela who would get worried, desperately trying to calm down Agent 0 the morning after they had slept together blissfully as lovers. She held him tightly and kept trying to calm him down, telling him that everything would be alright. But Agent 0 knew that wasn't the case, this was the end for his blissful happiness.
Agent 0's arms would slowly wrap around the woman back, holding her tightly as she would smile, saying things to accept that he was calming down to her abilities it seemed. Little did she know that one of his hands held the knife from his suits side sheathe. He always kept it on him even when he wasn't in the suit. It was the one thing he always kept with him, and he couldn't even keep love with him anymore. "I love you Sheela... I'll never forget you..." he would choke out against his tears as he held her tighter. The lady would perk up a bit. "I love you too Joseph... what is wrong? What do you mean you'll never forg-" and then a single well place stab wound would be entered through the spinal cord, severing a lot of bodily functions. It was done quickly and cleanly so as to leave little to absolutely no mess, he didn't want his lover to be a kill like all the other targets were, not in the same brutal fashion. She deserved a quick and clean sever, to stop it completely. "Sorry... my love..." he would choke out once more, crying into her shoulder as he held tighter and tighter against her, the knife still in his hands, his body shaking. A little buzzer would go off on his phone that was on the ground, it didn't break when he threw it, and it was getting an alert just like it always did. It always did....
-End of Reaper Log #173
Reward Requested: (Zeni)
