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Post by Mise™ on Apr 1, 2014 7:31:16 GMT -5
It wasn't quite as easy as prince Karalisk had thought it would be. Sure he had managed to slam Pride like he had wanted to, despite the executive being ridiculously overweight, but Pride had managed to pull him along the fall through all the remaining floors of this tower, which there were quite a few. ”Fuck off!” His Highness tried to wrestle his hand free from Pride's grasp so that he could not get flattened, understandably so. But it wasn't so easy, Pride's grasp was strong. Cutting his own arm off would have surely worked, but not even Karalisk was quite crazy enough to do that. Or maybe he was...? And so he fell and fell while trying to pull off his hand and soon enough the ground floor drew near and the time was running out. However just in a nick of time with his last attempt Karalisk did break free. It did not stop him from crashing in to ground, but at least he wouldn't get pulled down by the Pride and all of his extra kilos (all few hundred thousand of them). ”*cough*” Prince Karalisk got up, lit one of his trademark oversized cigars and walked out the building, ignoring all the debris falling on his head. As usual the prince had taken a lot of damage over the day and should reasonably speaking be dead or at least crippled for life, but this was such a common occurrence for him that it was safe to say he would be fine. For now it was time for him to leave Victoria behind.
”*cough*”
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Post by CJ on Apr 1, 2014 7:38:16 GMT -5
Kusu watched as Wolf reunited with his father, Fenrir, and saved Victoria Pokemon: The First Movie style. It was incredible, astounding, literally the best thing that's ever happened in this RP.
"Fuck my life," she said as the wound on her shoulder began to bleed even more profusely. "That is the most fucking beautiful thing I've ever fucking seen. Bleah."
Then she died.
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Post by Kyubey on Apr 2, 2014 0:37:05 GMT -5
Restlessness was not a sensation that the hunter was all too familiar with.
Most sensations were new to the monster, given the relatively short amount of time it spent awake. But restlessness was particularly new, and absolutely awful. It was different from the hunger it felt after it first woke up. The hunger could be satiated, and it was. It did not take long to do away with the... thing, it fought, but it was a good fight. A far better challenge than the men it slaughtered six years ago. But after that battle was over and done with, what then? As far as it was aware, there was no way out of the space it currently occupied. The monster was left to stand, seething in its own fury, just waiting. For what? For death? The idea of dying barely registered with the beast. For more things to come, for it to kill? Who could say when, or if, that would ever happen. So, once it had dispatched with the thing that now lay immobile, it could only stay still, snarling to itself.
But then, something did happen. Everything began to fall apart.
It was not what the hunter had necessarily wanted to happen. In fact, it wasn't aware that it was something that could occur at all, but there was no time to think further than that. A large piece of debris fell right above it, and the hunter smacked it away with a low growl. The walls and ceiling were the enemy now, and it had to adapt. If it didn't, it would be crushed, and die. Not even a monster such as itself could withstand that.
Death. Yes, it knew death. The person that last lived in its body was very familiar with the concept, and the knowledge seeped back into the hunter's brain. It had to survive.
Survive. Yes. Survival carried importance above all, for, hunter or not, monster or not, it was still trapped in a human body.
Scanning the area, it knew it had to seek an exit. There were people in the room before, who had left, but it wasn't sure how they did that, so it had to find another way. Beyond the walls were an open area. Simple enough.
Emitting a low, throaty yell, that gradually turned into a warlike scream, the hunter charged towards the far wall, leading with its shoulder. With a pent-up, primal strength, it crashed into the structure, intending to break through to the other end. The wall caved in, and the hunter emerged, covered in dust and rubble, now high above the ground below. Whether it was the weakened structure of the tower that allowed it to do this, or it was the sheer power of the beast alone, none could say.
It was no longer in danger of being caught in the collapsing building, but now there was a separate problem. It was falling rapidly, and if it hit the ground, then the risk of death would be just as high as if it did nothing. Still gripping its trusted knife, the only tool the killer was really aware of, it buried the blade into the tower wall, slowing down the fall just a little bit. The impact would still be harsh, but now it wouldn't be fatal.
With a loud smacking noise, the beast touched down onto the pavement, the structure still crashing down behind it. It landed on all fours, absorbing the full shock of the fall. It needed a moment to reorient itself and recover, but it was a very quick moment, and soon the monster was back to normal.
It stood up, blinking while it took in its surroundings. The air was gloomy, and smelled awful. Pain, from the previous moment of excitement and remnants of injuries suffered by the girl who last owned this body, began to seep in as well. The world was beginning to become clearer and clearer, and the boiling rage softly subsided.
And then, came the memories.
These were not the hunter's memories, that was certain enough. The sudden flash of experiences was separated in its mind, from the few memories that the beast had gained on its own. All in a moment, it lived through the life of the Urdian who gave up her mind to let the hunter in. The experience was not unlike how one would view something on a screen, though the hunter was powerless to turn the images off, so forceful the memories came. In a relatively short life, this woman, now lost to the monster forever, took on several different names, the last of which was Lynwood. She went to many places, survived through all of them, made friends, felt great loss, tremendous sadness, unfathomable anger... and then was gone. And now, those emotions were a secret shared only with the beast that now had control. In a way, the hunter imagined, these flashes of memories were the only thing left of the Urdian. Once the flashes were over, and the hunter had control of its mind once again, the recollection lingered, but Lynwood, as a person, wasn't there anymore. After the first time the hunter took control, the Urdian had enough strength left to wrestle her mind back, but not this time. The second time, the hunter was too strong, and Lynwood was barely able to cling on, all those years. The memories now belonged to the monster, to do as she liked with it. For she was still a monster, a creature so unlike the woman Lynwood was. But now rage and bloodlust alone did not define the hunter. She had calmed, and now had goals besides simply killing. She had to live on, somehow.
"Where... am I?"
Aside from the story that was Lynwood's life, the monster also picked up on language from the memories, as well as the names of several different people, the friends and companions that she had made over the course of her voyage. That, the monster could be thankful for, as now she had an idea of how to leave the island. She assumed that Lynwood's shipmates would be leaving soon as well, so the hunter's best option was to catch a ride with them. That is, once she could find them, if at all.
As the hunter stood, pondering her next move, another thought came to mind. The hunter was conscious, but how would the others react, once they learned that Lynwood was dead? Would they accept her?
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Post by Kuro on Apr 7, 2014 13:33:23 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for Titania to notice the silver airship that literally appeared out of nowhere. One moment she was looking at the debris, not noticing the man who has just walked out of it, and the next she had turned her head and there it was, flying about as if the city hadn’t just turned to smithereens.
It was obvious that the ship was not of Victorian make though; it was made out of a single object it seemed, one material. It was possible that it was some sort of Victorian weapon she had not heard of but really, she found it unlikely.
She changed her course and tried to get closer to the silvery being. No bullets or shouts yelled out as she did so; the city was quiet. Very quiet. With Wolf gone, the only sound now was the soft crickling and crackling of the fires, and even they were being taken care of. When she looked downwards, she began to see the robot assistants dousing the flames. They would have been useless when Wolf had been tearing the city apart, but now they served to ease the people into silence.
There was no way to communicate just yet. Even with her airship in the sky, she did not want to go on the speaker to announce to all who could hear that the pirates who had invaded the city were being stashed away in her vehicle. There was only so much damage an airship could take. So for now, she simply drew closer and pressed a button to open a door on the side; hopefully, the pirates in their disgusting and inferior vehicle could see Kalen through the door, resting on the ground. At the very least, it could help give them an idea as to what was going on.
The hunter would very easily hear the footsteps coming nearer.
Their maker could not be seen, at first. However, it did not take long for a shadow to appear, one created by flame and spreading across the entirety of a nearby wall.
And from around that corner did a familiar face appear. Well. Perhaps not so familiar.
He limped slowly across the golden road, one leg dragging along motionlessly with the other. His arms hung at his side like dead weight, making his limping all the harder. His exquisite clothes were torn, and whatever remained had been stained dark-red. Occasionally a small cough occurred and more red appeared before his feet.
He didn’t even bother to spit it out. It simply spilled from beneath the flowery fabric tied around his face.
He didn’t notice the hunter at first. His eyes, bloodshot and shadowed underneath Kusu’s makeshift mask, pointed in her direction but it was some quite time before they focused on her.
He stopped. Trickles of blood slowly pooled under him as he stood there. There was nothing about him that wasn’t broken, wounded, hurt in some way. A pathetic little wretch of bone and flesh that seemed as if it wasn’t meant to be. Shattered remains that should have stayed dead.
His eyes were as wide open as possible as he stared at her. They were several meters apart, and yet the first thing to had popped into his head was how close they had been in that elevator – and just what had happened next.
His body trembled as his lips moved, speaking in only a faint whisper.
“Hello.”
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Post by Mise™ on Apr 9, 2014 3:42:43 GMT -5
To leave Victoria prince used the same pathway he had used to enter this land, only this time he wasn't going to crash an airship in to anything or really even fly one in the first place. Why bother when he could just walk. First His Highness would climb the wall to reach the path and then he would just walk until he would reach the outside world and then swim to where ever he may next end up at. "What a fucking shithole."
””cough*”
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Post by CJ on Apr 9, 2014 10:24:04 GMT -5
The silver airship went about as usual, not changing its course when it saw Titania's ship. Oddly enough, the metal structure changed as it passed by, looking more and more like Titania's than the shape it had before. When Kalen could be seen through the door, something changed.
Sharply turning, the ship quickly approached Titania's, warping and shifting as it went. It rapidly grew, encompassing most of what the rogue could see outside the windows. It became evident that the ship was transforming into what looked like the torso, arm, neck and head of a giant armored man, floating in the cold air. He grabbed the air ship and craned his neck so that his eyes met the most forward window.
"Excuse me," the being said in a booming voice. "You've got an associate of mine aboard this ship of yours. I don't care for him but the fact that you're helping him probably means you're OK. Or are you one of Slythe's lackeys gone crazy? Oh, who am I kidding, the freaks are all crazy."
Unbeknownst to Titania, Kusu and Mr. Dark were inside the structure's chest in the same air cavity they had been in when it assume the form of an airship.
"I've got two people who need medical assistance, a man and a child. You know where I could take them?"
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Post by Kyubey on Apr 10, 2014 1:29:10 GMT -5
When the hunter heard the footsteps coming closer, she crouched down slightly, and shifted her head to meet the source of the noise. The motion did not occur all at once, but slowly, carefully. She held her knife in a position that allowed her to easily use it, should she have to, but she was not looking to kill, for the moment. There was no reason for her to find enemies, at this point.
Even after she saw the figure approaching her, the first thing she recognized was the smell of his blood. Considering how much of it was in the air now, she got a strong feel for it, and had a momentary rush of hunger. It was not unlike a shark, finding new prey. The reaction lasted only for a flash of a second, too short for anything to be done, but in this time he may have heard a short growl escape from her lips. She suppressed her killing instinct, knowing that it would only hurt her in the long run. Over time, this gut reaction would die down, but sheer bloodlust was a hard thing to let go of all at once. Once she had calmed, she cocked her head at the man.
"I know you."
He had played a role in much of Lynwood's last memories, a rather strong role, if the hunter was interpreting them correctly. It was hard to tell, for the emotions that came with those memories were so conflicted, even before those final moments. It was hard for the hunter to decipher, perhaps it would have been hard for anyone, but a special challenge for one who was only interacting with humans for the first time.
"If you are looking for the Urdian," the hunter said, "You won't be able to use her for your research. If that is what you wanted."
As she spoke, the hunter paced around him, seemingly refusing to stay still. She maintained the crouching posture from when she first heard him, and looked as though she was taking a strong interest in even the slightest of his movements.
"I am seeking out her shipmates. Tell me where I can find them."
Her tone was cold and blunt, and her voice deeper and harsher than the one who was last in that body. She knew that he could help her. But she also knew that he couldn't be trusted.
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Post by Kuro on Apr 11, 2014 15:44:20 GMT -5
Titania stared with a raised eyebrow behind her mask as the inferior vessel began to change into a mockery of her own. A pathetic attempt at copying what they knew to be the superior vehicle, no doubt. Ah, well. She supposed that she really couldn’t blame them for trying so hard to be what was obviously so perfect.
Oddly enough, the ship changed further still. It grew and grew and grew until it was something like that of a giant armored man. Hmpf. If they thought that was a better thing to transform into instead of her ship, then their taste was not very good after all.
She growled when the airship was grabbed, and soon found herself staring the giant armored man in the eye.
She growled menacingly.
She hesitantly activated the speaker, careful to choose what words to say. It was bad enough that whoever this silver man was had made himself a huge target for the vicious and angry Victorians below. Now she had to act as if she wasn’t talking to what was certainly one of the things that had intruded upon this land.
“Just come in, you worthless idiot. I know where to get help, helpless little worm.”
Her mask of pure rage stared at the man’s eye, Titania’s resolve not wavering one bit.
Jackal flinched from the growl, but otherwise stayed in place. A tired “heh” escaped his lips.
“Oh, yes. We know each other.” He watched languidly as she circled around him, his makeshift mask hiding any signs of emotion on his face. His hands trembled, but his voice was too tired to do any such thing. “The Urdian…? Oh. Oh, no. No. I never wanted to…to use her for my “research”. No. No.” A sigh as he continued to watch the…whatever this was. “You’re not Lynwood, are you? No, of course not. Of course not. She doesn’t have those eyes. Your eyes. Your breath and your movement and your very being. Ah ha, ha ha, ah ha ha ha.” A laughter empty of joy.
“…Her shipmates?” The pauses between his answers became longer now, his head moving around slowly as he thought up his words. “Oh…I don’t know. We were separated. Surely they’re still in this city. If you look hard enough, you might just find them. Ah ha, eh heh heh hee. Ah. Oh.” The airship had not yet come into their view; as battered as Victoria was, so many spires still stood, and they nearly hid the sky.
“…You… you nearly killed me. Ah heh. Hee. But. I can still help you. I know this city far better than you do. I can help you find them. I…I just want to know something.”
He weakly raised an accusing finger at the creature, half-wary that she would bite it off. “W-why did you hurt me? Why did you kill me? Or, try to. I didn't do anything to you. I see now that you are not Lynwood, no, not any longer. Or perhaps, Lynwood had never existed at all. Perhaps it was just you, a pitiful excuse for a human being. All savage and no civility. The very epitome of what Arkady Industries has strived to erase.” He cared little for the stupidity of such insults, if the creature took them as that. “Okay. I will accept that Lynwood had never existed. That a person I was actually close to trusting in…perhaps a few years or so, the first one I would have trusted in a long time, never happened. That it’s just been you this whole time.
So what do you want? You want to escape, and then what? Eat? Sleep? Maybe kill a few weaklings for fun, ah ha ha ha?!” His voice was raised ever so slightly and colored with hatred and spite, but came back to a quiet monotone soon enough. “Is that all you want to do? Live?” He said the word like poison in his mouth. “Live?! How utterly disgusting, how absolutely wasteful. There is so much more to do than just ‘live’.
Why are you doing this? Why did you want to kill me? Why do you want to keep going on? What goals could a savage possibly have besides eat and sleep? To live?
What do you want?"
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Post by CJ on Apr 12, 2014 8:57:37 GMT -5
The edge of the giant man's smile could be seen through the airship window.
"You're a brave freak, aren't you?" he asked. "Though I've been called worse by smaller people. Meet me in the bay. Make it quick."
The silver being melted and sped away from the window like a metal river, floating and flowing in the air. The airship was free to move again.
In the bay, Titania or any other person entering would see two more figures lying on the floor. Mr. Dark was still apparently unconscious and his condition was unknown.
The being knelt near Kusu, complete and scaled down to a normal size. His hair didn't move or budge in the frantic wind blowing in. He really was like a statue, though his body lost and regained its detail. It was clear there were some limitations to what the being could do.
He applied pressure to the stabbing wound on her shoulder, but it was only a matter of time before the child would die.
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Post by Kyubey on Apr 22, 2014 2:14:40 GMT -5
The hunter cocked her head at Jackal, not putting any stop to her careful pacing. He did like to talk quite a bit. For someone so injured and in need of medical help, to spend so much time making conversation, it was clear to the hunter that this man was not very good at surviving. It's a wonder he managed to make it out alive from her first attack at all.
"No... Lynwood did exist, once. Perhaps, not for a long time... and maybe not by the name you knew. But there was someone before me."
She paused at his question. It did not cause any great conflict in her mind, and she certainly did not think about it too hard. Rather, it was just finding the right way to respond, that she had to take her time on. She did not care about preserving Jackal's life, but she did not particularly want to end it either, and for the moment he couldn't die, not before he directed her to where she needed to be.
"You were a threat. To myself, and to Lynwood. You said yourself, I am that which you try to erase. And so, I defended myself. What called me was the Urdian's rage, and fear. All I could do, was give shape to her fury."
She knew she would have to answer Jackal's question, to get what she wanted. The notion of give and take was not incomprehensible, or even new, to the hunter. It was simply odd that an answer to such a simple, basic question was all that he wanted.
"Wasteful, you say," she said, more to the empty air than to the man who stood before her. "From what I can see from the Urdian's memories, all you and your sort do is destroy. Is my survival different from your destruction? What I want is not merely to live, I wish to thrive. Just as Lynwood was the last of her kind, I am the first of mine... living on to my fullest extent is enough."
She had answered his question, and waited for him to return the favor by leading her to where she wanted to be. Away from the island where the air was toxic, on a ship that could have been a home.
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Post by Kuro on Apr 29, 2014 21:38:53 GMT -5
Titania kept the “freak” comment in her memory. He would pay for that and for his attempted ordering of her around. She purposefully sat in the pilots room for minutes more and took her sweet, sweet time in meeting the silver being. Tch. Silver. Why not gold? Tasteless little thing. Disgusting wretch.
She had no visible reaction to the scene before her. What a pathetic display. All this blood and gore, and without her permission? It was all over her shining floors, what a mess. She glanced at the statue and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you have any other crewmates we could rescue?” She hardly paid any mind to the bleeding girl only some feet away, and spoke with no rush in her voice. “I need as many as I can get. Did any others come with you?”
The girl continued to bleed, and Titania continued to speak, arms crossed, with no amount of concern. There was really no need to panic.
“…Eh heh heh heh. A threat, eh?” Jackal resisted the urge to lumber closer towards…whatever this was. “How – eheh – flattering. I would think that our destruction is necessary, necessary for a new world. We build the future for billions. You build nothing but for yourself, instead of contributing to a greater force. Utterly petty, wasteful, and insignificant. You are nothing more than a wretched termite in the great, vast expanse of the universe.”
Jackal pointed up, albeit shakedly. Up and up at the great, white “sky”.
“But we are not. We have plans. Great plans. Arkady Industries does not deal solely in war. We have always sought the beyond, we have always grasped at that which we do not have. Since our very inception, we have stared at the sky and found ourselves wanting.
You shall see. Our plans will come to fruition. Once this world is ours, we shall put our resources into what we are already preparing for.” He began to move his finger across the blank sky. “We shall touch the lands of the stars. We shall trample on the surface of the moons. The countless lights in the sky, the ones we have sought after since our species could begin to think, and perhaps even before, as the most primal of urges. Arkady Industries shall have all. We will not be denied the cosmos that taunt us in the night sky. It is our destiny to rule over everything. In domination, we find meaning. We cannot be insignificant if we control the very elements of life. A.I will expand, and it will keep expanding until there is nothing left. Thus, is our great purpose. Our…company motto, you could say. Eh heh, heh heh heh, eh heh heh heh…”
His talk and talk and talk was taking a toll, but he clearly didn’t care. “Ah. But enough with my rambling. It likely goes straight over the head of a bug like you, just like that airship floating nearby. Ah. Here it comes now…” Someone's airship could be seen in the near-distance. It would take some walking – or running or whatnot – to get to, though.
“Oh…and all those Victorians in your way. A pity that some didn’t survive this little ordeal. Hah! Who am I kidding? Go ahead, kill as many as you want, although you clearly don’t need my prodding to push you to do so. You will need my technical expertise, however; a device as complex as an airship requires a skilled pilot, and I seriously doubt that a friendly Victorian is onboard. Take me with you. Carry me, if you must. But I. Must. Survive. And then I’ll get the both of us out of here and you’ll never have to see me or any part of this island ever again. Deal?”
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Post by CJ on Apr 30, 2014 22:57:14 GMT -5
"Took you freaking long enough," the metal man said, seeing Titania finally enter the bay.
He was dumbfounded at her question. Did she not see the injured on the floor? Kusu was bleeding out and Kalen and Mr. Dark were both unstable. Did she lack empathy? It wouldn't surprise him, considering the collection of psychopaths they had encountered already.
"There were some more that came with us, but they don't matter," he said in an etheral, echoing tone. "They're likely dead or insane. Whatever you "need," it isn't any more important than your or their lives. We should be focused on getting out of this city with who we have."
Focusing again on Kusu, he noticed her skin was cold and white. She was barely breathing. It was only a matter of time before she was dead. Of course, Hil would never know, he intended on holding onto her the entire time. If she died, her soul would transfer into the sword that possessed him and he would disappear. It was a fate he never wanted for him or Kusu, but he didn't know of any other way to save her.
"This kid needs medical attention immediately," he said, looking back to Titania. "I don't know what to do besides put pressure on her wound. The man I brought here is a doctor but he isn't waking up. Hey, freak. Wake up already!"
His one arm stretched to knock Mr. Dark over onto his side. Given their stressful venture here, it was unlikely he would wake up from such an action. In his panic, the metal man's form started to become more and more abstract and unstable, much like his thinking.
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Post by Kyubey on May 13, 2014 19:13:29 GMT -5
The hunter tried to understand Jackal's logic, to comprehend his dreams. Then she realized there was no logic, and she had no reason to understand what he was saying. Maybe she was a bug, and that made her worthless. Maybe if the hunter could understand, that would matter to her. Survival was more important, and she understood that quite well. And she understood that she needed Jackal to survive.
She looked out to the airship, and the scores of Victorians that blocked the path. She gauged the number, decided the number was "many," and stopped thinking about it. Fingering her knife with restlessness, she looked back to Jackal.
"Deal. If I carry you, you will be killed, so follow on your own."
She turned back to her enemies, more like her prey now, and crouched, like a feline readying itself to pounce. Her eyes were calm and still, and she exuded no hunger or bloodlust, only the silent preparedness to kill. She watched her prey, and planned her attack, and then struck.
It took almost no time at all to rush to the nearest Victorian. She had to strike first, to catch the victims off guard, for the hunt would be faster that way. One moment, she was standing beside Jackal, and the next, her knife was deep within a Victorian's neck. As she pulled the blade out from the man's throat, she leapt to the next one. Her knife was not in an optimal position for a quick kill, so she grabbed him by the head, before he could make a move, and, with a powerful grip, crushed his skull. And then she moved on to the next one, and the next.
"I will only kill you if you're in my way," she said. She was addressing the entire crowd of Victorians, but did not raise her voice to better be heard, or even change her inflection above a tired monotone, so it's likely her words were lost. "I do not know you, but you will die if you remain where you are. Run, now."
She continued to slaughter the lot of her prey, first tearing through the first crowd itself, then running to the airship, to work her way through that as well. She used whatever means was most convenient, blade, arms, legs, whichever would result in a kill fastest, and took every life without a shred of hesitation or decency.
Jackal, who had seen the hunter when she first took power over Lynwood's mind, would notice that her means of killing were much different from before. The hunter, after she was first called, was fierce, and attacked with an unstoppable rage, a malicious sort of force of nature. Now, she was colder, more controlled. She slaughtered out of necessity, not out of hunger, and did not use more force than was necessary to ensure the deaths of her victims. Still strong and fearsome in her own right, it was still clear that she was no longer the beast she once was. Still more than enough, however, to end the lives of anyone she saw fit to kill. Attacks meant nothing to her, she avoided them easily. Mercy was not a factor. There was only the hunt, and none did it better than she.
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Post by Kuro on May 17, 2014 15:11:03 GMT -5
Titania shook her head. "This is more important than any of you", she spoke gravely, not a mite of mocking in her voice. "This is more important than anything you know."
She watched cooly as Hil's shape began to falter. After a few moments of letting him stir in his own wild emotions, she walked away and into a different room.
Some time later, she returned with a syringe in hand. She stepped closer to Kusu and put the needle near the wound.
"Stand back, abomination. This is going to hurt her...quite a bit, ah heh heh heh."
And with that soft chuckle, she stuck it in and injected the medicine. If it could be called that.
And it happened all at once.
In an instant, the wound was coated in something the same color as the fluid. It took to the exact shape of the wound before solidifying and stopping any further blood from leaving. Of course, all of that would have induced quite some pain in Kusu, as it would feel as if something metal suddenly stabbed into her wound.]
And then there was a quiet screeching that could have easily been missed. It came from Kusu, but not from her mouth. Instead, strands of red shot across the metal in the wound, making more and more until it went from a strand to a web to a layer of red. The flesh on the edges of the wound were forcibly pulled towards the metal's center, making the girl feel as if someone was peeling and pulling her very skin apart.
All in all, a hellish few moments of sheer pain. But thankfully, only moments.
Titania took a vial from a pocket and allowed the syringe to absorb its contents. "It's an experimental healing agent. Victoria-only, no copies outside its borders. Something the likes of which you've never seen, i'm sure. It's a standard possession amongst Victorians, most of us have chosen a rather interesting alternative. That is, we filled ourselves with enough of the fluid to heal any future wounds without the use of a syringe. Harboring the fluid in our bodies and all that. It leaves your body in a constant state of pain, holding all that which isn't supposed to ever be in a body, the pain no doubt filling our mind with all sorts of vicious little thoughts, but with the added effect of always healing the little wounds brought about by time, it's practically immortality. As I deserve."
She tapped the needle. "After what's happened today though, it'll take quite a while for it all to come into effect. Her's was so quick due to it being just a shoulder wound, and in contrast there are Victorians full of holes in the street. But rest assured, any bodies you saw on the street will be standing and talking in few hours time. With only the occasional exception, they'll live as if they weren't shot or impaled or crushed. And they will remember this. Oh, they will remember. After all, who better to hold a grudge than an immortal?" Beat. "...A good thing that Jackal had already been banished by the time these were created, then. Having that nuisance bother this country for an eternity, oh. It's almost too much. Just another reason for him to hate us, I suppose. Hiding his 'right to ascendance' and 'withholding from him his destiny', on and on, you wouldn't believe the rants he sent to us day after day."
She took the refilled syringe to Mr. Dark, but hesitated as to what location would be best. So many bandages, but so many torn along with much of his clothes. She peeled away the bandages still left on his face and chuckled at the sight. "Oh, what an ugly little savage you are." She stuck the needle into his forehead and injected. "Consider this a gift, a blessing from a higher being. Even I can show pity to such lowly souls, ah ha ha ha."
Faced with a plethora of wounds to heal, the metal worked slowly, the fluid coating practically all of the boogeyman's face, and then the rest of the body. His healing would take quite some time though.
She stood up and walked back to the pilot's seat, ready to take it off of autopilot. "Now, I suppose I can work with just three of you pirates. If only there were another, though. Any more than three would help my cause so much more."
A weak laughter followed the hunter wherever she went, fed by the repeated occurrence of a mutilated body falling to the floor. Yes, yes, yes! Kill them all, he thought. Kill them. It looked like she was inflicting wounds a bit too severe for some of them to heal, ah ha ha, yes, perfect, perfect! Kill them all!
The limping, battered Jackal was a sharp contrast to the nimble and ferocious being it trailed behind. Bullets were fired and blades were swung, but in the end none of these ever touched the menace now tearing through the streets.
Soon, the airship was right above them. Jackal called for the hunter's attention, although he really had no business pretending as if he could get her to do anything, and looked up. With a bloody grin behind the tatters of his flowery mask, he took out a small gun, aimed it, and fired.
A rope now connected Jackal's gun to the airship. Thankfully, it seemed as if the ship was in autopilot and not actually going anywhere, yet. Still, it was only the barest of opportunities. Still holding onto the grappling hook, she called to the hunter again. "Hunter! Quick! This is our only chance. Hold onto me and when I release the trigger, we'll go soaring to the airship. From there, you can climb on up and kill everyone inside. Got it?! Remember, you need me! Don't think of doing this on your own!"
It was hard to tell if he was angry or pleading.
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Post by CJ on May 18, 2014 19:45:44 GMT -5
To his horror, Mr. Dark still wasn't awake. What happened when Slythe crushed him? Would he ever fully recover or recover at all?
He started to calm down when Titania left the room. He had no idea who this woman was. But did it matter? She was just as insane as the rest of the people in Victoria. She had no idea what she was truly up against.
Too distracted from being called an "abomination," he didn't notice the woman inject Kusu until it was too late.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?"
Kusu's reaction was only to be expected. She woke up terrified from the initial shock of pain. Sitting up, her eyes darted to her shoulder, perhaps thinking someone was attacking her. She screamed and whimpered out of fear and agony. Hil held her close as she cried out, not knowing what else to do. If Titania had given her some kind of toxin, he could only hope his previous pain would take effect, that Kusu would merely replace him in the sword and live on.
But the medicine worked. Kusu sobbed quietly as Titania explained the procedure.
According to Titania, with that medicine, Jackal could be alive. The freak who stabbed Kusu might be still alive. And he was the least awful of all them. For certain, Lust and any other Executives who supposedly died were likely actually alive. That meant what Hil said to him could backfire on him. He had pretended to be a demi-god in order to trick the Executive to leave Kusu and the bracelets containing Wolf and Fenrir. In response, he overloaded and supposedly died. But now he was alive. All he could hope for was that Slythe and the other freaks would think he was crazy. Kusu's false deadly reputation was bad enough. He didn't need people to think he was some kind of freak too.
Was the metal medience turning Kusu partly into one of the Victorians? Ignoring Mr. Dark for now, he grimaced and held onto the small pirate captain as she shivered. She breathed harshly, cringing from the memory of the pain.
"Brat, are you OK?" he asked.
"I was hurting really bad," she said, looking up at him in concern. "I still don't feel very good. What happened? Where are we?"
After briefly explaining to her what was going on, she nodded and kept quiet. Hil didn't know what to think. She seemed fine, but it was only a matter of time before he'd ever be certain she was healthy.
"Kalen," she said, smiling at his still form. "I'm glad we found him, but he looks hurt. I think this weird lady is his new girlfriend. Wait... the Scary Man doesn't look right. Hil, what are you doing to him?"
"It's not me, brat."
Before Hil could think too hard about the ramifications of Mr. Dark's treatment, he heard the commotion going on outside. He dropped his arm and let it collapse. It sank into the ship and coursed its way through until it seeped outside and was able to take in the situation down below.
His suspicions were right. Jackal was alive and somehow he teamed up with Lynwood, a former crew member turned psychotic. They were clearly trying to hijack the ship. Already he was trying to figure out who Titania was and what her plans were for the others, but now he had this to take care of as well.
He didn't want anything to do with Lynwood (or rather, unbeknownst to him, the being controlling her) or Jackal. Things weren't looking good at all. He flee with Kusu and abandon the other two if the duo somehow made their way inside, but for her sake, he didn't want that to happen.
He had to stop them.
A glob of metal grew larger on the outside of the ship. It quickly formed into the upper half of Hil, who glared down at Jackal and Lynwood. In a quick motion, he spun himself around, transforming his right arm into a deadly blade. He aimed to cut the rope from Jackal's grappling device to stop them from getting on board.
Inside, only a pool of metal remained by Kusu, who watched Mr. Dark's healing process silently in quiet wonder.
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