Electrifying - DDS Ficage
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serindranaTitle: Electrifying
Rating: PG-13 (for violence only, sadly)
Spoilers: TONS. I'm including a brief explanation of both games and a link to the death scene I'm describing, under the cut. Don't read ANY of this if you don't want the Digital Devil Saga games partially spoiled.
Word Count: 920
Characters: Roland/Argilla with a dash of crazed Indrajit
Summary: because Gods don't bleed but Devils do, Tuners do but Machines don't. Argilla goes to Roland's aid.
Notes: I had the urge to write last night, and this is what happened. I feel awkward writing DDS ficage because I haven't even played the first game yet, but the events of the second (where Roland is concerned, anyway) are kind of isolated. From what I've read, I THINK these two come back in the last dungeon, but since I don't know for sure, I left it at the moment of their deaths.
Be warned. This is death!fic. And very, very muddled and confusing - just like that scene. But I'm very proud of it, all the same~
Backstory
Argilla and everybody else BUT Roland knew each other in this place called the Junkyard, where tribes were warring to obtain something called Nirvana (supposed to be peace, etc etc). Argilla's group, though, met this girl in a flash of light. The light turned them into "Tuners" or "Devils" - they take on the shape of powerful demons when they fight. However... to be able to always return back to sane, human form, they have to devour their kills. Argilla's had problems with that from the start.
So anyway, Argilla's group ended up defeating a whole bunch of people and then obtained "Nirvana". But it wasn't peace. Instead, they were sent to the real world. it turned out that they were simply AI's built to see how demons could be controlled. They enter a world where a TON of shit is wrong, and end up teaming up with a resistance group. Run by Roland. They go on lots of fun dungeon-y adventures, and then they get to the powerplant, where a lot of hints are dropped that Argilla and Roland are interested in each other - mild flirting that wasn't there before, small smiles, stuff like that. While there, trying to stop energy from transmitting data to God (basically, the Sun - it sends out data that usually heals things, but it is now corrupting things out of anger at the human race), their enemies unleash a more minor God - Indrajit. In the legends, the people who the Tuners represent were killed by Indrajit. Heh.
Soooo. They can't stop him in battle - he's much too powerful. Roland offers to distract him long enough so everybody else can get out, and then he'll blow up the power plant. But they're watching on security cameras, and Roland gets the SHIT kicked out of him. Argilla eventually says that she's going to go help Roland, and says not to worry, she'll see them all later. But then that scene I'm about to show you happens.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ByaT2lj13hM
Electrifying
Heat. Fire. Uncertainty, pain, fear. She enters the room with a scream threatening to boil out between her lips. She'd seen the blood spattering the walls, followed the drip-drop trail of it down the hallway of the power plant.
Roland.
When she had seen the security footage, it had taken all her willpower, carefully built up with every bit of human flesh she devoured, not to feel the solar energy well up inside of her, trigger the transformation that would leave her somewhere between woman and monster. Man-eater, she supposes, what with her sexuality turned dangerous, more dangerous than just a woman with a gun.
And she feels it rising now, feels her eyes flaring from pink to bright, blood-swollen red. She might be screaming his name, or maybe just some wordless expletive. She can't stand the thought of losing him.
But there he is, lying in all of that blood (his because Gods don't bleed but Devils do, Tuners do but Machines don't). There is no Nirvana, just this endless hell of pain and fear and oh god the fire and the taste of flesh still in her mouth. Deep, reverberating thuds make her head throb. Her screams aren't helping. She feels the transformation rip through her body, feels arms elongate, face disappear. Blood on the ground, in her mouth, on the God machine beast monster devil in front of her.
She might be saying something. If she is, it's emotional and half-screamed and maybe unintelligible. She does know, though, that at some point in the short fight, she's slammed against one of the control panels. She can feel the thrum of electricity behind her. Roland, electrifying, dark smirk and alcohol on his breath and that way he had looked at her. But he's on the ground, dead. She knows. She knows, she knows she knows sheknowsheknows oh god she knows.
There's one last chance, one last way to salvage the mission, to make their deaths worth something (because with the way its grip is tightening on her neck, she knows that she'll be dead in a matter of seconds). She grits out a taunt, something about electricity - his electricity oh god - and she tries to act. Her left arm extends, whips out, deep red and lashing, stretching towards that lever that Roland died trying to get to.
But there's a hot grasp, a sickening crack. The pain is greater than battle wounds. The pain edges in to war with her anguish, seeing her hand fall short of Roland's switch, Roland's body, Roland's salvation. The grip on her neck tightens. She will die a monster, die with the gnashing teeth on her breasts parted in a death wail. It sickens her.
But....
White hair, brown coat, red blood, moving. Moving. What serves as eyes turns to Roland. He's struggling up. He's not dead. He clutches his stomach and she knows that he's going to die, there's no doubt about it. They're both dead. But they won't let the others suffer. He's staggering to his feet, now, reaching for the lever. His hand is on it. That hand, the one that poured her that burning drink the first night they'd met. She'd wanted that hand on her, more than once. Thought of it, at every single rest spot they found along the road. Almost had it, when he'd stolen a moment (while the others were downloading Mantras into themselves) to push her against the metal wall of a nearby room, forcing his mouth onto hers. He hadn't needed to force her, but it felt better, knowing there was a fight in it. They were all fight, after all. Built to kill and consume.
She wonders, in those few moments where she looks at him and he looks at her and their eyes meet and they both think they see each other smile, if, had time been on their side, her earth would have grounded his electricity. If, somehow, they would have been able to make a sort of domestic life for the two of them. If they had gotten through this battle with God, maybe they would have been able to just watch the stars without any other worries for just one night.
Then something tightens. The hand on her neck. She's staring at him, trying to memorize the dark sunglasses, the stubble that had burned along her cheek, the white hair she'd run her hands through. But what stays in her mind is the blood on his coat, the blood across his chest.
She's about to die. She can feel mechanical muscles twitching, preparing for that one last blow. Her breaths are shallow and rapid and uneven. Her head lolls back as much as it can, her body nearly limp. She's about to die, but she's known that for so long now. So long. Years. But it's different, knowing that it would happen and knowing it's about to happen. She looks over at Roland one last time. She wishes he could see her smiling.
Then her neck snaps and Roland screams and she turns limp and the leviathan turns to Roland and Roland tightens his grip and Roland pulls the switch down and her body hits the ground, not having time to ooze blood before the whole building goes up in a mushroom cloud.
Somewhere in the fire, their bodies touch before burning away to ashes.
In that short time, something changes for them. They aren't conscious, aren't aware, aren't alive, aren't whole. But.
Nirvana is real.
Rating: PG-13 (for violence only, sadly)
Spoilers: TONS. I'm including a brief explanation of both games and a link to the death scene I'm describing, under the cut. Don't read ANY of this if you don't want the Digital Devil Saga games partially spoiled.
Word Count: 920
Characters: Roland/Argilla with a dash of crazed Indrajit
Summary: because Gods don't bleed but Devils do, Tuners do but Machines don't. Argilla goes to Roland's aid.
Notes: I had the urge to write last night, and this is what happened. I feel awkward writing DDS ficage because I haven't even played the first game yet, but the events of the second (where Roland is concerned, anyway) are kind of isolated. From what I've read, I THINK these two come back in the last dungeon, but since I don't know for sure, I left it at the moment of their deaths.
Be warned. This is death!fic. And very, very muddled and confusing - just like that scene. But I'm very proud of it, all the same~
Backstory
Argilla and everybody else BUT Roland knew each other in this place called the Junkyard, where tribes were warring to obtain something called Nirvana (supposed to be peace, etc etc). Argilla's group, though, met this girl in a flash of light. The light turned them into "Tuners" or "Devils" - they take on the shape of powerful demons when they fight. However... to be able to always return back to sane, human form, they have to devour their kills. Argilla's had problems with that from the start.
So anyway, Argilla's group ended up defeating a whole bunch of people and then obtained "Nirvana". But it wasn't peace. Instead, they were sent to the real world. it turned out that they were simply AI's built to see how demons could be controlled. They enter a world where a TON of shit is wrong, and end up teaming up with a resistance group. Run by Roland. They go on lots of fun dungeon-y adventures, and then they get to the powerplant, where a lot of hints are dropped that Argilla and Roland are interested in each other - mild flirting that wasn't there before, small smiles, stuff like that. While there, trying to stop energy from transmitting data to God (basically, the Sun - it sends out data that usually heals things, but it is now corrupting things out of anger at the human race), their enemies unleash a more minor God - Indrajit. In the legends, the people who the Tuners represent were killed by Indrajit. Heh.
Soooo. They can't stop him in battle - he's much too powerful. Roland offers to distract him long enough so everybody else can get out, and then he'll blow up the power plant. But they're watching on security cameras, and Roland gets the SHIT kicked out of him. Argilla eventually says that she's going to go help Roland, and says not to worry, she'll see them all later. But then that scene I'm about to show you happens.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ByaT2lj13hM
Electrifying
Heat. Fire. Uncertainty, pain, fear. She enters the room with a scream threatening to boil out between her lips. She'd seen the blood spattering the walls, followed the drip-drop trail of it down the hallway of the power plant.
Roland.
When she had seen the security footage, it had taken all her willpower, carefully built up with every bit of human flesh she devoured, not to feel the solar energy well up inside of her, trigger the transformation that would leave her somewhere between woman and monster. Man-eater, she supposes, what with her sexuality turned dangerous, more dangerous than just a woman with a gun.
And she feels it rising now, feels her eyes flaring from pink to bright, blood-swollen red. She might be screaming his name, or maybe just some wordless expletive. She can't stand the thought of losing him.
But there he is, lying in all of that blood (his because Gods don't bleed but Devils do, Tuners do but Machines don't). There is no Nirvana, just this endless hell of pain and fear and oh god the fire and the taste of flesh still in her mouth. Deep, reverberating thuds make her head throb. Her screams aren't helping. She feels the transformation rip through her body, feels arms elongate, face disappear. Blood on the ground, in her mouth, on the God machine beast monster devil in front of her.
She might be saying something. If she is, it's emotional and half-screamed and maybe unintelligible. She does know, though, that at some point in the short fight, she's slammed against one of the control panels. She can feel the thrum of electricity behind her. Roland, electrifying, dark smirk and alcohol on his breath and that way he had looked at her. But he's on the ground, dead. She knows. She knows, she knows she knows sheknowsheknows oh god she knows.
There's one last chance, one last way to salvage the mission, to make their deaths worth something (because with the way its grip is tightening on her neck, she knows that she'll be dead in a matter of seconds). She grits out a taunt, something about electricity - his electricity oh god - and she tries to act. Her left arm extends, whips out, deep red and lashing, stretching towards that lever that Roland died trying to get to.
But there's a hot grasp, a sickening crack. The pain is greater than battle wounds. The pain edges in to war with her anguish, seeing her hand fall short of Roland's switch, Roland's body, Roland's salvation. The grip on her neck tightens. She will die a monster, die with the gnashing teeth on her breasts parted in a death wail. It sickens her.
But....
White hair, brown coat, red blood, moving. Moving. What serves as eyes turns to Roland. He's struggling up. He's not dead. He clutches his stomach and she knows that he's going to die, there's no doubt about it. They're both dead. But they won't let the others suffer. He's staggering to his feet, now, reaching for the lever. His hand is on it. That hand, the one that poured her that burning drink the first night they'd met. She'd wanted that hand on her, more than once. Thought of it, at every single rest spot they found along the road. Almost had it, when he'd stolen a moment (while the others were downloading Mantras into themselves) to push her against the metal wall of a nearby room, forcing his mouth onto hers. He hadn't needed to force her, but it felt better, knowing there was a fight in it. They were all fight, after all. Built to kill and consume.
She wonders, in those few moments where she looks at him and he looks at her and their eyes meet and they both think they see each other smile, if, had time been on their side, her earth would have grounded his electricity. If, somehow, they would have been able to make a sort of domestic life for the two of them. If they had gotten through this battle with God, maybe they would have been able to just watch the stars without any other worries for just one night.
Then something tightens. The hand on her neck. She's staring at him, trying to memorize the dark sunglasses, the stubble that had burned along her cheek, the white hair she'd run her hands through. But what stays in her mind is the blood on his coat, the blood across his chest.
She's about to die. She can feel mechanical muscles twitching, preparing for that one last blow. Her breaths are shallow and rapid and uneven. Her head lolls back as much as it can, her body nearly limp. She's about to die, but she's known that for so long now. So long. Years. But it's different, knowing that it would happen and knowing it's about to happen. She looks over at Roland one last time. She wishes he could see her smiling.
Then her neck snaps and Roland screams and she turns limp and the leviathan turns to Roland and Roland tightens his grip and Roland pulls the switch down and her body hits the ground, not having time to ooze blood before the whole building goes up in a mushroom cloud.
Somewhere in the fire, their bodies touch before burning away to ashes.
In that short time, something changes for them. They aren't conscious, aren't aware, aren't alive, aren't whole. But.
Nirvana is real.
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Date: 2007-01-21 08:35 pm (UTC)One thing I find the most amusing about Digital Devil Saga pairings is that it's so easy to work in opposing elements, whether in-game or in reality. (Heat/Serph, Gale/Cielo, Roland/Argilla, etc.) Makes me wonder if they were secretly appeasing the fans. Heh.
Well done! (Write more!)
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Date: 2007-01-21 09:53 pm (UTC)But I didn't change it because I think, in Argilla's opinion, there WAS fire. Sort of a burning rage type of thing. XD
Thanks for ze praise! :D I'm glad I got it right. Like I said, I haven't played the game in a while. XD And I'm not used to writing fanfiction in the first place~