Like a damaged reel of videotape, a broken record spinning feebly over the fissure with ugly static warbling, sunrise for the shadows arrived with repetition capable of deadening even the brightest eyes into some dim, docile, sheep-like compliance, twilight a shade pulled at predictable, timed intervals and condemned to be hatefully rejected by the destroyer for what it was, what it meant. Squabbling dogs all around him nibbling their ticks, jockeying for position, rutting to produce piss-soaked replicas of themselves, they had no power here, and likewise he could barley focus.
Even had he possessed the mental capacity to muse consciously on all this destructive nonsense, there would be no means to such an end. What did wolves have but their dens, their hunts, their skittish fear and inevitable extinction? Sparda was nothing, said nothing, wanted nothing, knew nothing and so now played the part spectacularly, trudging around the outside of the jedi temple, in pain...slowly suffering. And so it was with an utterly dead-eyed expression that he'd face the sickness tonight, jaws slack on an almost bewildered pant that amplified the hideous wheeze always slithering from his throat. Skull was pounding, its brain reeling with sloshes she could almost in her madness experience, and he halted to consider everything around him.
The pain...it was growing now. All throughout his body... Blazing blue eyes scanning the colorful walls of the jedi temple as his body began to burn. The pain the loner would suffer was one he wished no one to witness...it was best he suffered alone as he always did but...he had to do this. Set down this destructive path Sparda collapsed onto the ground behind the temple and sealed his eyes shut. Whispering silent words of prayer as his body writhed in spine tingling pain. His breathing became uneven and shaky...chest heaving up and down...claws unsheathing and clawing the stone beneath him in a panicking manner.
'Open your eyes dammit...focus. Just one last job.' He thought to himself, slowly staggering to his feet as he leaned against the wall. Wearing his Black Wanderer he leaned forward and slipped on his mask...'Just got to..find...uh...the files and...' he stopped, shaking his head violently before sighing heavily. Deciding to go on with it, he hopped into the air duct and crawled through the vents...it took him a good thirty minutes to find the room of one of the jedu counselors...excellent, only took him thirty minutes when it should of taken him five or ten...he was getting slow. Narrowing his eyes and dropping from the vent he landed in the room and sighed...looking at the door to the room he stalked over to the door and shut it, locking it to make sure no one walked in on him.
Coughing a bit he wen't over to the monitors on the desk and quickly began to hack in, pulling out an encryption drive and plugging it in, the monitor began to glow blue as the driver sucked the information from the hardrive...just had to wait for a little while now.
Even had he possessed the mental capacity to muse consciously on all this destructive nonsense, there would be no means to such an end. What did wolves have but their dens, their hunts, their skittish fear and inevitable extinction? Sparda was nothing, said nothing, wanted nothing, knew nothing and so now played the part spectacularly, trudging around the outside of the jedi temple, in pain...slowly suffering. And so it was with an utterly dead-eyed expression that he'd face the sickness tonight, jaws slack on an almost bewildered pant that amplified the hideous wheeze always slithering from his throat. Skull was pounding, its brain reeling with sloshes she could almost in her madness experience, and he halted to consider everything around him.
The pain...it was growing now. All throughout his body... Blazing blue eyes scanning the colorful walls of the jedi temple as his body began to burn. The pain the loner would suffer was one he wished no one to witness...it was best he suffered alone as he always did but...he had to do this. Set down this destructive path Sparda collapsed onto the ground behind the temple and sealed his eyes shut. Whispering silent words of prayer as his body writhed in spine tingling pain. His breathing became uneven and shaky...chest heaving up and down...claws unsheathing and clawing the stone beneath him in a panicking manner.
'Open your eyes dammit...focus. Just one last job.' He thought to himself, slowly staggering to his feet as he leaned against the wall. Wearing his Black Wanderer he leaned forward and slipped on his mask...'Just got to..find...uh...the files and...' he stopped, shaking his head violently before sighing heavily. Deciding to go on with it, he hopped into the air duct and crawled through the vents...it took him a good thirty minutes to find the room of one of the jedu counselors...excellent, only took him thirty minutes when it should of taken him five or ten...he was getting slow. Narrowing his eyes and dropping from the vent he landed in the room and sighed...looking at the door to the room he stalked over to the door and shut it, locking it to make sure no one walked in on him.
Coughing a bit he wen't over to the monitors on the desk and quickly began to hack in, pulling out an encryption drive and plugging it in, the monitor began to glow blue as the driver sucked the information from the hardrive...just had to wait for a little while now.
