((OOC: Dark will speak in RED, Heine will not. Colour-coded for your OOC and circumstancial IC convenience!))
[ FEAR ]
[The albino pales even further as he observes this... monster of sorts. Is this one of Angelika's new experiments? God, it looks mortifying.]
I thought she was supposed to be creating armies!
[He jumps back as the monster lunges at him. He pulls out his guns and fires a few rounds at it. The monster definitely doesn't sound pleased about it, either.]
Well, fuck!
[Nope, running. Running is now an option. Especially when it launches at him again.
Oh, come on, let's fight it. At least let me out to play.
Heine ignores the plea of his other self and just focuses on not getting hit by that thing, and maybe try to figure out what it is. If it's another of Angelika's experiments, he definitely needs to find her.
And then... more. There's more of them, surrounding him.]
...Looks like an army after all... [He gives a frustrated sigh. Seriously, how far will Angelika go?
He cocks his guns again and starts firing at as many as possible at a very rapid pace. A few of them fall, but more of them are furious.
A little bit of help might actually be appreciated right now.]
[ RAGE ]
[(Because good luck getting this guy to love himself.)
This... was something he didn't want to wake up to - the feeling of wanting to destroy everything. He already had to deal with Dark enough, and this? This wasn't helping. Combatting his own thoughts and Dark wanting to come out and "play" was becoming increasingly difficult and unsettling. But a split attention can only go on for so long, especially with this increasing influence urging him to destroy in a blind rage.
He remembers his time back at the lab, those black out moments and the things he would do. The things he did, and what he found when he woke up from it all.
And that's enough for him to slip, and Dark jumps at the chance to get to have his fun.]
Alright, finally! Let's get in on this!
[His voice has a meniacal tone to it, and he just goes ahead and punches his first right through a window. Bare handed and all. It's alright, any cuts he gets will heal up here very shortly on their own. He grins through the window.]
Oh, sorry, is this yours? Why don't you come fight me for it?
[Playful and clearly unstable, he wants to start something with YOU!]
Heine Rammsteiner | DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
[ FEAR ]
[The albino pales even further as he observes this... monster of sorts. Is this one of Angelika's new experiments? God, it looks mortifying.]
I thought she was supposed to be creating armies!
[He jumps back as the monster lunges at him. He pulls out his guns and fires a few rounds at it. The monster definitely doesn't sound pleased about it, either.]
Well, fuck!
[Nope, running. Running is now an option. Especially when it launches at him again.
Oh, come on, let's fight it. At least let me out to play.
Heine ignores the plea of his other self and just focuses on not getting hit by that thing, and maybe try to figure out what it is. If it's another of Angelika's experiments, he definitely needs to find her.
And then... more. There's more of them, surrounding him.]
...Looks like an army after all... [He gives a frustrated sigh. Seriously, how far will Angelika go?
He cocks his guns again and starts firing at as many as possible at a very rapid pace. A few of them fall, but more of them are furious.
A little bit of help might actually be appreciated right now.]
[ RAGE ]
[(Because good luck getting this guy to love himself.)
This... was something he didn't want to wake up to - the feeling of wanting to destroy everything. He already had to deal with Dark enough, and this? This wasn't helping. Combatting his own thoughts and Dark wanting to come out and "play" was becoming increasingly difficult and unsettling. But a split attention can only go on for so long, especially with this increasing influence urging him to destroy in a blind rage.
He remembers his time back at the lab, those black out moments and the things he would do. The things he did, and what he found when he woke up from it all.
And that's enough for him to slip, and Dark jumps at the chance to get to have his fun.]
Alright, finally! Let's get in on this!
[His voice has a meniacal tone to it, and he just goes ahead and punches his first right through a window. Bare handed and all. It's alright, any cuts he gets will heal up here very shortly on their own. He grins through the window.]
Oh, sorry, is this yours? Why don't you come fight me for it?
[Playful and clearly unstable, he wants to start something with YOU!]