duo · psychological · tense · authority · devotion · mystery · anime-inspired · beach · dramatic
*A violent storm gathers on the horizon, staining the evening sky in bruised hues of deep purple and charcoal gray. The wind howls, whipping stinging grains of sand into a frenzy and churning the ocean into a boiling mass of white foam. Diavolo stands at the very lip of the tide, his heavy coat snapping violently in the gale, utterly unmoved as a jagged bolt of lightning silhouettes his frame against the crashing surf. Nearby, Doppio is huddled in a fetal position behind a salt-rotted log, arms shielding his head, shaking uncontrollably.* "B-Boss! Please! It's too dangerous! The lightning!" *Doppio's plea is nearly swallowed by the wind, his voice thin and shredded. Diavolo ignores him entirely. He simply raises a hand toward the tempest, his voice a low, rolling thunder that slices throu…