[Alright, we gotta buncha things happening at once. We'll go through them.]
[Ikuri is one pissed-off Ikuri, and gutting is definitely on the menu; were she left on her own, one suspects that we'd have us some dead hostage folk before the antiviolence could kick in. Fortunately for all involved, she's not unmonitored, and so--]
[Otoha collides with her before she can reach them. A fortunate move: it catches her off-balance, kills her momentum and very nearly sends her the other way. That's when Colin catches her, hooking her around the waist as intended...and thank goodness for your enhancements, sir, because you're going to need them.]
[She thrashes wildly in Colin's grip, crying out in outrage and protest, practically clawing in the direction of the captives as she fights to scramble to them - neither grasping nor caring why he's holding her but very very unpleasantly surprised, to say the least, that it's even happened, only knowing that she's being kept from her targets. She's just started to segue into the battle mindset: nothing holds existence but targets and obstacles, all else is void...]
[...and then we have our cavalry, the Bastion's anti-aggression field, starting to seep in and push down her battle-lust; in so doing, it also starts to return her reasoning to her, restore conscious judgment. For once, though, this is what Ikuri doesn't want. She resists as much as she can, tries to feed her anger and aggression by dumping in the right feelings, the right thoughts, the right notions...but rather than increasing capability, all this really does is deepen her grief.]
[You can see the struggle play out on Ikuri's face- she's desperate to fuel her wrath, but it's fading fast. By strangling her drive to fight, the antiviolence field has essentially sped up her course toward what would be the normal aftermath. (When anger fades, what you have left is...)]
[Ikuri's struggles in Colin's grasp weaken, but still, stubbornly, she makes a token effort to wriggle free of him - it reaches the point where he doesn't have to keep trying to hold her down anymore, this battle is basically won. She reaches for the prisoners, hands clawing, but she cannot get them; her face weakens, showing her refusal to believe it, to believe that it all could be so cruel as this and she must do naught but accept this.]
[She finally gives in, her body going somewhat limp in Colin's grasp; her hands grasp him, now, any part of him she can reach, though she hasn't turned around - and it's not to free herself, merely to clutch him. Her eyes stay fixed on the captives; this struggle is over, and she knows it, but how the hate burns in her, how sick it all seems...]
[...then her eyes shut, and her head droops as well, her body tremoring just so. If anyone's saying anything to her at this interval, it's lost completely; goes right through her, she doesn't hear them.]
[It seems she's given up. She doesn't turn to Colin, her back to him even as he keeps her restrained...]
[She violently bolts up, yanks herself up and forward-]
BASTAAAARD!!
[...to give us that. No attempt to escape, just...a single final scream of condemnation, aimed entirely at Red. Whatever rage was left in her seems to be spent, that scream carrying most of it away...and the rest draining out.]
[Without warning she abruptly twists around in Colin's grip, but only to turn herself - in nearly the same motion she's flung herself into him (as much as she can in this position), her arms coming around to catch hold of anything she can, burying her face in any part of him she can reach...]
[And she's sobbing brokenly again.]
((TRIVIA! You'll eventually notice that Ikuri does not actually make tears. Oh, she can sob, whimper, whine and uglycry with the best of them - but for all her carrying on, there is no fluid of any kind from any part of her. Totally dry.))
Liberties taken, a fella hopes they work--
[Ikuri is one pissed-off Ikuri, and gutting is definitely on the menu; were she left on her own, one suspects that we'd have us some dead hostage folk before the antiviolence could kick in. Fortunately for all involved, she's not unmonitored, and so--]
[Otoha collides with her before she can reach them. A fortunate move: it catches her off-balance, kills her momentum and very nearly sends her the other way. That's when Colin catches her, hooking her around the waist as intended...and thank goodness for your enhancements, sir, because you're going to need them.]
[She thrashes wildly in Colin's grip, crying out in outrage and protest, practically clawing in the direction of the captives as she fights to scramble to them - neither grasping nor caring why he's holding her
but very very unpleasantly surprised, to say the least, that it's even happened, only knowing that she's being kept from her targets. She's just started to segue into the battle mindset: nothing holds existence but targets and obstacles, all else is void...][...and then we have our cavalry, the Bastion's anti-aggression field, starting to seep in and push down her battle-lust; in so doing, it also starts to return her reasoning to her, restore conscious judgment. For once, though, this is what Ikuri doesn't want. She resists as much as she can, tries to feed her anger and aggression by dumping in the right feelings, the right thoughts, the right notions...but rather than increasing capability, all this really does is deepen her grief.]
[You can see the struggle play out on Ikuri's face- she's desperate to fuel her wrath, but it's fading fast. By strangling her drive to fight, the antiviolence field has essentially sped up her course toward what would be the normal aftermath. (When anger fades, what you have left is...)]
[Ikuri's struggles in Colin's grasp weaken, but still, stubbornly, she makes a token effort to wriggle free of him - it reaches the point where he doesn't have to keep trying to hold her down anymore, this battle is basically won. She reaches for the prisoners, hands clawing, but she cannot get them; her face weakens, showing her refusal to believe it, to believe that it all could be so cruel as this and she must do naught but accept this.]
[She finally gives in, her body going somewhat limp in Colin's grasp; her hands grasp him, now, any part of him she can reach, though she hasn't turned around - and it's not to free herself, merely to clutch him. Her eyes stay fixed on the captives; this struggle is over, and she knows it, but how the hate burns in her, how sick it all seems...]
[...then her eyes shut, and her head droops as well, her body tremoring just so. If anyone's saying anything to her at this interval, it's lost completely; goes right through her, she doesn't hear them.]
[It seems she's given up. She doesn't turn to Colin, her back to him even as he keeps her restrained...]
[She violently bolts up, yanks herself up and forward-]
BASTAAAARD!!
[...to give us that. No attempt to escape, just...a single final scream of condemnation, aimed entirely at Red. Whatever rage was left in her seems to be spent, that scream carrying most of it away...and the rest draining out.]
[Without warning she abruptly twists around in Colin's grip, but only to turn herself - in nearly the same motion she's flung herself into him (as much as she can in this position), her arms coming around to catch hold of anything she can, burying her face in any part of him she can reach...]
[And she's sobbing brokenly again.]
((TRIVIA! You'll eventually notice that Ikuri does not actually make tears. Oh, she can sob, whimper, whine and uglycry with the best of them - but for all her carrying on, there is no fluid of any kind from any part of her. Totally dry.))