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voicetest2014-07-10 08:11 pm
albafruhling) wrote in voicetest2014-07-10 08:11 pm
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Canon is Senyuu
[[Minor spoilers all the way from Ch2/S2/Vol2 and is set sometime after the anime's finale.]]
Setting: A forest in between towns, in the middle of the night
Setting: A forest in between towns, in the middle of the night
Alba awakens to the memory of Ross' (... or should it be Creasion's?) disappearance.
It was all crisp and clear to him still; the way the sun beat down on them, the way the wind picked up bits of sand and got it into his mouth whenever he so much as opened it, and that smile... oh god, that smile. It was the first time Alba's ever seen the soldier give him something so pure and genuine, and whenever his mind returned to it, Alba's chest began to ache.
He rubbed his tired eyes; it's still a long ways away until sunrise, the fire he had set up continuing to dance brilliantly in front of him. This was becoming a problem, these nightmares that plagued him. Granted, they weren't anything serious, but if he continued to have sleepless nights like this, he was gonna end up being monster fodder.
"If I could, just one more time..." He murmured, staring into the flames for a moment before pulling his blanket closer; closing his eyes as the night's bitter chill nipped at his nose. He needed to sleep if he wanted to make it to the city by nightfall the next day, but with his head bustling about like this there was no way he was going to fall asleep anytime soon.
Suddenly, he heard a rustling in the distance. Huh. The fire should be keeping the monsters and animals away. Could it be one of the twelve demons? He swallowed, shoving his blanket to the side as he quietly picked his sword up.
"... H... Hello?" He spoke into the darkness, knees trembling.
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Dante was supposed to be good at this whole thing too, but he knows what's wrong; he got cocky, again, and let his guard down, again. It wouldn't really matter if had been alone, but now he's gone and embarrassed himself. Oh well, a kill's a kill, even if he slipped up and had to get help.
He wasn't sure if the kid's sword would handle slicing the monster in half, so he kept it safe and stabbed the beast in the closest soft spot he could find. It was too hectic to see if that actually killed it, but he heard a shriek and was knocked to the ground, so there's no way he didn't at least gravely injure the beast.
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As the beast thrashed about over its injury, Alba crawled backwards. He wasn't much use in a fight (the learning curve, he found, was getting steeper with every swing of the sword), much less weaponless. As much as he wanted to help the strange man in this battle he was sure that he was only going to get in the way.
Suddenly, without warning, despite the near-fatal wound the creature sloppily got back up and postured. For a second, it looked like it was about to attack Dante with the last of its strength.
"L-look out!" Alba screamed.
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That being said, he wasn't stupid enough to assume that the monster was dead, but it had more strength than he expected. He managed to yank the sword back out of the beast, but it knocked him aside before he had a chance to deliver the finishing blow, sending the sword a few feet to the left of Alba.