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There were times in my life

Who: Albedo, Gaignun (

namedforcat) and open.
Where: Everywhere.
When: Wednesday, Thursday and Friday during Dark Hour.
What: Jr. and MOMO have vanished and the loss of both of them has taken its toll on Albedo's sanity. He deals with it the only way he knows how: by fighting until he can't fight any more.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, violence, blood, mutilation, references to and implications of suicide, character death and abuse of Shakespearian quotes.
Notes: PLEASE let me know what day you're encountering him if you tag this. His sanity will be continuing to slip up until his death, so it makes a difference. Also, let me know if you're willing to let your character get injured, otherwise I'll assume no.

Rubedo's number was gone from the listings. MOMO's was gone with it. Some might expect that second point to come as good news to the man who seemed to despise her, but he cared about her in a strange, twisted way. With them both vanishing at the same time, Albedo's already delicate sanity was beginning to crumble in ways that he found distressingly familiar. Oh, he was functional, could even pretend to be as sane as he ever was. But he was slipping, and he knew it.

During the Dark Hour, that changed. It had always been the time when he'd allowed himself to disregard the social pretenses required to manage in the city and act on his more violent nature. Now he had an ulterior motive. For three nights, he would roam the streets alone, avoiding his remaining brother however he could. For three days, he wouldn't be going to the book store or the theater. For three nights, he would be collecting injuries that did nothing to pierce his haze of rage and pain. For two days, he would be hiding the extent of his injuries from his brother. For three nights, he would be nearly as hostile as the Shadows he cut through and was mutilated by.

The third night, he would die.

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Albedo's injuries had finally caught up with him, forcibly reminding him of his mortality. The feeling of death was familiar, pleasantly peaceful as he remembered. It contrasted directly with his violent insanity, bringing the sense of calm that he'd hoped for. It was hard to be full of rage when you knew you were dying on your own terms.

For now, he was still on his feet, but his Persona had faded and his knife dropped from his hand as blood soaked through and stained his pure white outfit. His breathing was getting tight and a cough that nearly dropped him to his knees threw more red liquid onto the ground and left what was left his lips smeared scarlet. There was blood in his lungs, but even that didn't upset him. He'd never feared his own death, not the last time it had come to claim him and not now.

Gaignun knew what the disappearance of those two very important names off the contact listing meant. It meant that MOMO and Jr had returned home. Once again Rubedo had run off leaving the two younger brothers alone in a hostile environment. However, unlike Miltia, there was no amount of looking for him that would add him back to their number. There was no way to fix that hole in their structure.

Three had always been an important number to the URTV's, their whole social structure as children had depended on it. The first night he'd been too numb himself to do anything, the second night he got worried, but he dreaded this third night. He pounded through the streets, ignoring what Shadows he could on the search for the last of his brothers. He had to find Albedo, everything depended on it. Of course, he was none too happy once he got his wish.

"Albedo!"

Albedo saw his brother before he heard him, recognizing the younger URTV instantly even through the fog of exhaustion and blood loss. He didn't want to face his remaining brother now. He knew Nigredo would be angry, call him reckless, impulsive. Try to stop him if at all possible. But now it was too late, and he was sure the other URTV could tell himself that Albedo was on his deathbed, only standing out of sheer willpower and a desire to die with dignity rather than collapsed on the ground.

He didn't want to face his brother, but he was happy to see him in this moment of returned lucidity. He smiled at Nigredo, looking relaxed even as blood continued to drip and seep from his various wounds.

"Hey there, Nigredo."

Another fit of coughing shook Albedo's body, dropping him to one knee. But still, he didn't seem worried, despite the blood now trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

It figured that Albedo would be the calmer of the two right now, but Gaignun swallowed hard to get himself back under control. Yes he was angry at Albedo, but more then that he was upset and frightened. Yes Albedo and he had had their altercations in the past, and peace between them had been a long time coming, but Albedo was still his brother. His precious, emotional, older brother. He stepped forward at that smile. Time seemed slow to him until he saw Albedo drop to one knee, and then it sped up at a breakneck pace. Ignoring the blood pooling around he dropped down to kneel in front of Albedo, putting out his hands to steady him.

"What have you done to yourself Albedo...?" The answer was obvious, but he had to say something and for all of his vaulted words in stressful situations, only these would come to him now.

"What have you done?"

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The desperation in Nigredo's words caused Albedo's smile to fade and he attempted a bitter laugh, but only ended up coughing more. It figured. He finally managed to get his own emotions under control, only to make things worse for Nigredo. But it was better this way. The alternative would have certainly led to him dying anyway, after doing something that led to the heroic types deciding he needed to be stopped. He would rather die on his own terms than at the hands of some self righteous fools.

"What was necessary, Nigredo."

Necessity. There was always something awful about that word, like it would justify anything that it was applied to. Gaignun had used that word himself, when confronted about his own death on Abel's Ark. To do what was necessary. Common sense would tell him that to comment on this would be to reveal himself as a hypocrite, but common sense was drowned out by the rare flood of strong emotions. That same flood also drowned out any perspective that Gaignun might have had on the situation except pain.

"Necessary? How is letting yourself get torn apart by these Shadows necessary? I know Rubedo is gone but this isn't going to bring him back, this isn't going to make it hurt you any less! This..." He slowed his words to keep the fact that his voice was about to break a bit hidden.

"This isn't going to change anything."

"That's where you're wrong."

He raised a hand to rest it on Nigredo's cheek, meeting his brother's emotional green eyes with his own calm purple ones. Seeing Nigredo like this...it hurt. His younger brother had always been the stable one, the one he could trust to be objective and to keep his emotions under control. Now he couldn't help but wonder what was going through the other URTV's head. Betrayal? Fear? No...loneliness.

"I was losing my mind, Nigredo. It may not hurt any less, but..."

He had to avert his eyes, not wanting Nigredo to see how much this prospect pained him.

"Had I not taken such steps, things would have returned to the way they used to be."

Third guess is the charm. Because of his designation as the URTV 'Executioner' he was designed to be the last one of them standing at the end of it all. However this does not mean that he'd like it. The prospect frightens him more then he will admit. It is the thing he fears most.

Still, hearing Albedo's admission makes him soften a little. Insanity was always a real prospect with Albedo, even before he'd discovered that he had been the only immortal one. He just felt things too strongly, and so easily could take them too far.

"But how is dying now going to change that?" This small, desperate question was also tinged with curiosity. As much as Albedo understood how Nigredo thought, that did not necessarily mean that the reverse was true. In a lot of ways Albedo had always been a mystery.

"Even with the promise of return, death has a way of adjusting one's perspective."

His eyelids drooped and he shuddered. It was getting cold...but he couldn't die just yet. Now that Nigredo had started this conversation, he needed to see it through. This was too important to leave for his return. Too important to interrupt. He raised his eyes again, tired but forcing himself to focus. In truth, he didn't always understand his brother perfectly...but the realization that Nigredo was terrified of being alone gave him something to sympathize with.

"I'm calm now, Nigredo. Perhaps some of it will carry over to when I come back."

Death scene/reserved for Gaignun

And once again they have a confrentation that was somehow caused by Rubedo disappearing

At least this time they won't be actually fighting?

And no catwalks.

Or U-DO :x

U-DO can just go uncreate itself thank you very much. Never mind the UMN.

Or at least stick to its Upper Domain.

Alas

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