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Post by Rylux on Apr 19, 2014 2:35:41 GMT -5
Recovering from the madness at the right time Nate swung Arlie to catch the clawed hand before it had a chance to tear into his flesh. The block knocked back the figure’s hand but not far before it came to a stop. No expression appeared on the face from pain or shock that it had been guarded against. The figure did however stop moving for a moment instead of continuing the attack. It knew to attack but when the attempt failed the figure was at a loss for what to do next. It stood motionless after the failed attack and the other joined them after the punch connected.
Both figures stood motionless with their unmoving eyes gazing at the team emotionlessly. One would assume they were contemplating what to do next but it looked like no thought was being had by them. They weren’t waiting for orders or deciding on what to do next; they were just motionless as if another action wasn’t even a possibility. It only lasted for a moment before the two were on the move again. Taking on a more ferocious mood the feminine looking one rushed at the team with clawed hands ready to strike.
Once it was close to the meister it shot out both hands, one after the other, aimed to pierce his flesh with each strike. The left hand aimed at his shoulder in an attempt to cripple him while the right was aimed just below his ribcage for more serious damage. Coming from behind the feminine form the masculine one followed in running at the team but instead of claws prepared a fist to attack them with. Moving to the right it approached from Nate’s side and threw a punch for his chest hoping to crack his ribs and take them out that way. The two were powerful but their movements were simple and they moved slower than an average human, with some strategy they wouldn’t be hard to take out.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on May 3, 2014 15:25:36 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Arlie. They'll definitely pay," Nathaniel assured his Weapon partner.
He was ready, tensed for movement.
But the strange figures didn't budge.
Why aren't they attacking? Nathaniel wondered, holding the scythe up in front of himself protectively. They look like marionettes, waiting for a puppet master or something.
He didn't have long to wait.
In a sudden burst of movement, the feminine figure dashed at Nate, but this time he was prepared. Holding the scythe up at his chest to ward off the strike to his shoulder, he kicked the figure roughly in the stomach, hard enough to bruise a rib and hopefully make them stagger back. Their clawed hands grazed just below his ribcage, but he jumped back before they could dig in to his gut. He could feel the scratch starting to bleed, but he ignored it. It wasn't deep enough to worry about.
The second figure was right behind the first, but they moved slowly enough that Nate had time to plan his next move. The masculine figure aimed a punch at Nate's chest, but Nate twisted to the left, the punch missing his chest entirely and the momentum of the turn giving Nate the perfect opportunity to take out the figure completely - he raised the scythe and brought it around, shoving the blade to the right side of the figure's neck. Tightening his grip on the scythe, Nate roughly shoved his right arm forward, and the scythe blade swung down with enough force to slice the figure diagonally, from their neck to the bottom of their ribcage.
Nate wasn't sure what these figures were, but Demon Weapons could slice through most things easily. It would certainly kill them - or at least slow them down considerably.
A sudden jolt of panic hit him - what if the figure was filled with that red toxic stuff? He jumped away, scrambling to a safe distance, so that if that was the case, he'd be unscathed. He held Arlie up defensively again, and waited for the other figure to make its move.
No, I have to make the first move, he thought. We gotta get this over with.
With that, he began running in a wide arc, avoiding the sliced figure and making a beeline for the second one.
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Post by Arlie Davis on May 4, 2014 12:30:34 GMT -5
At her partner’s reassurance, Arlie had honestly anticipated a flurry of movements ending with the two creepazoids sliced in half by her blade and laid out on the ground. However, her expectations were far, far from the reality. Even as her Meister readied himself for movement, Arlie’s gaze locked on the two constructs, nothing happened. Their opponents were frozen, standing stock still, and Arlie didn’t trust it for a moment. Snakes did similar thing, and the thought alone ran shivers down her spine. She really hoped there weren’t any more snakes. That would just be the icing on the cake for this go around if there were.
As she suspected, the figures began moving again all at once, quick as they ever were. But both blondes were ready, and Nate proved that point right quick. Arlie pumped her fist in the void of darkness around her, a grin plastering her face as she watched Nate block the first attack with ease and then kick the damned thing right in the stomach. “Yeehaw, that’s more like it!”
A punch o the chest struck Arlie as odd given the plain aggression of the other figure, but the blonde didn’t dwell on it. There would be time to think about this later, though Arlie really was all ready to try and forget most of this once it was all over. At least the madness bits, anyway. Arlie watched Nate twist out of the way and then bring her blade down in a gruesome diagonal cut. Arlie did a spin and clapped her hands, bubbly as could be. They were doing good, better!
But as Nate tried to gain some distance, it took her a moment to realize why. As soon as she did, apprehension and anxiety seized her and made her chest feel tight. They kept distance from the slain one and headed for the other, but Arlie wasn’t too sure that would make a lick of difference. Please not again, she hoped, please.
Now on edge with the worry or another jolt of madness, Arlie watched the last figure closely. Nate had kicked it pretty hard from what she could tell, but the blonde had an inkling that it seriously wouldn't care of subscribe to her definition of what should hurt. She only hoped to get through the remaining opponent quickly. They still had to get to who she assumed was the mastermind behind all this, and Arlie couldn't wait to know what their soul tasted like after putting her and Nate through this unholy obstacle.
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Post by Rylux on May 12, 2014 17:20:28 GMT -5
Nathaniel’s preparedness paid off as he escaped being skewered by the feminine form of the figure. His kick however would not be met with any noticeable reaction from the figure that would indicate that he had done any damage. The kick created a resounding clang as it hit the figure’s stomach and would feel to him like he had just kicked a steel door. The wound it had managed to inflict on him would sting but no more than an average cut, luckily the nails were just metallic and not poisonous. The feminine figure was pushed back by the attack and stood motionless after in a state that resembled being dazed.
Taking advantage of the masculine figure’s lack of speed Nate managed to get into a good position to attack. Arlie’s blade made contact with the hard metallic flesh of the figure and with Nate’s direction sliced through it with little objection. Even the tough exterior of the figure melted away when faced with the power of a demon weapon. After the cut the top of the figure slumped off and fell to the ground, allowing the team to look inside of the creature they had just bested. Instead of organs or bone they would see mechanic devices that replicated any required functions but even so it seemed lacking. Compared to a normal human the figure would look practically hollow inside.
Inside the hollow cavity of the figure the team would be able to see one thing that stood out amongst the mechanic monochrome of the figure, a red glowing soul. Clearly the corrupt soul of a kishin egg it rested in the figure and seemed to be the source of power like a normal human’s heart. With the figure essentially destroyed the soul began to waver before cracks formed and it shattered apart. With the destruction of the soul the madness that was contained in it was released in a pulse from the corpse of the masculine figure and spread out like all the others before it. The team, despite the effort to escape, would be hit with another wave of madness that would feel stronger than the others.
With the body and soul destroyed the remains of the figure began to dissolve into a red substance like the others. The feminine figure was unmoved by their comrade’s destruction but did recover from the processing that came with being kicked. When Nate went on the move so did they, running toward the meister with clawed hands ready. Not seeming to care about their outcome it rushed toward him and aimed to bring both clawed hands down onto the meister’s shoulders. If it worked his ability to wield the demon weapon may be hindered and give the true kishin egg a greater chance of escaping or consuming the team.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on May 13, 2014 1:28:50 GMT -5
There was a painful crick in Nate's knee from kicking the strange figure, but he ignored it. They were in the home stretch - no use whining about it now.
Metal, huh, he thought, looking back at the cleaved figure. No wonder they looked so soulless-
A bright red soul glowed above the empty husk Nate had just cut in two.
That's how the Kishin Egg is powering them, it dawned on Nathaniel. I wasn't that far off with the puppet idea.
As he watched, however, the soul began to crack, to crumple in on itself, until it burst, shattering.
Nathaniel felt the wave of Madness hit him.
It was worse than the last time. He gasped, feeling nausea set in. The floor was spinning.
And then it wasn't.
Nate felt odd. Not like himself.
Angry.
The figure in front of him had their hands up, claws up and ready to dig into his shoulder.
With a smooth motion, Nate twisted the scythe, the blade swinging in an arc that bit deeply into the figure's right wrist - and then the left one, quick enough to cut both hands off. Nathaniel bared his teeth, his expression dark as he swung the sycthe like a baseball bat, the blade burying so deep into the figure's chest that it stuck out the back. Nathaniel grinned in anger, the smile splitting his face into an obscene, garish expression, lips stretched thin and eyes wide and focused. He reached between the figure's arms and pushed their head away, pulling the scythe in the opposite direction. The conflicting forces helped the blade rip through the figure's ribcage, the metal insides spilling out from the large gash.
Nathaniel's free hand brushed the cut on his abdomen. "Now you look like me."
Nathaniel avoided the red substance easily, stepping over the puddles with his long legs. He raised Arlie, blade hovering an inch over the vacant face of the downed figure.
He slammed the blunt end into the figure's face, smashing it, watching the metal teeth crack and the fake eyes dislodge from their sockets, until the scythe hit the cold floor, clanging loudly against the metal bits.
It wasn't satisfying.
Nathaniel could still feel one more presence.
He turned, facing the deep darkness in the back of the room, and slowly, the manic grin returned to his face.
"You next," he said softly, walking towards the unexplored back corner, dragging Arlie across the stone ground. The metal scraping the scythe blade made filled the room in a way that sent chills up his spine, made Nathaniel shiver in delight.
He hoped the Kishin Egg didn't die quickly. He wanted to tear it apart, sinew by sinew. Maybe that would satisfy him.
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Post by Arlie Davis on May 13, 2014 2:23:59 GMT -5
Slicing through metal was an odd sensation, and the noise certainly left something to be desired. Ignoring the chills that ran down her spine, Arlie caught sight of red near instantly. Was that a…? No, it couldn’t be. Narrowing her eyes, her grey gaze reflected in the blade of her scythe and stared. It certainly looked like a soul, but there was no way. What they killed was very clearly not a human, likely never had been. Seeing it crack, Arlie pouted and crossed her arms. Sheesh, baiting her like that. Whoever made these things must have had some nerve t-
Her thoughts fell short, clouded over by familiar haze. The madness washed over her like a sickeningly warm blanket on an already hot afternoon, twisting her stomach before her senses were flooded with something entirely new, something she always strived for, though not like this. It was like the essence of joy had been put into an extract, and she’d just been shot full of it. Grey eyes went half-lidded and Arlie grinned lazily out at the remaining construct. Euphoria. That was the word she was looking for! Oh, how delightful.
Seeing it move at last, Arlie sneered within the dark and held her hands up, fanning herself like a true southern belle. “Oh no, I’m so scaaared!” Her shrill and sarcastic tone ended in peels of elated giggles, clapping her hands at the sight of the construct losing its own. Pressing her palms to her own face, a wretched grin tore its way across her features, stretching a bit too wide. She was just so giddy! They were having so much fun!
Leaning forwards in the darkness that cradled her, Arlie gazed out from her place at the ensuing chaos, cheering on her equally maddened Meister has he went. “Do it again, slice it into ribbons! I wanna feel my blade slice through that metal again!” The blonde got her wish, feeling the rage ebbing in from Nate’s wavelength. It felt fantastic. It made her chuckle darkly in a voice that she never would have recognized sane.
The sound of tearing rang in her ears, the cold material of their adversary sending shivers up her spine. Arlie shook her head, curls waving wildly as she gave her Meister a round of applause. “Well done, well done,” she exclaimed giddily, “one more, one more! Let’s make ‘em into mincemeat! Cut ‘em into itty bitty pieces and then sew ‘em back together like a jigsaw!” Eyes darting around rapidly, Arlie noted the red substance staining the floor, touching a finger to her cheek and shaking her head once more. “I do declare, a bit o’ red sure does spice up the place!”
She felt a blunt force impact and was jostled. Blinking, the euphoria ebbed but did not vanish. It clung to her senses, drowning her in numbed warmth, but something wasn’t right about it. Viewing the carnage of the construct’s wrecked face, the blonde felt a foreign smirk on her face. Her stomach flipped as she spoke, hearing the malice laden in her tone of voice. “Well someone’s gonna need one hell of a plastic surgeon, wouldn’t you say, sugar?” Arlie blinked hard, shaking her head. No, she thought, this is…wrong, this is wrong. Clutching her head, Arlie shook her hard, even yanking at the ends of her ponytail, but the feeling still didn’t leave. It made her sick. She felt uncomfortably warm, stifled, confined.
The metallic scraping of her Weapon form against stone nearly made her jump. It rattled around inside of her head, made her squeeze her eyes shut. She could still feel Nate, feel how angry he was. This wasn’t right. This needed to stop but-
Wait a minute…
It was a chance, but Arlie decided it was necessary to take it. In between holding down giggles bubbling in her throat and holding her head in her hands, the blonde took a deep breath and tilted back. The way Nate was holding her, the seafoam light engulfed her Weapon form and she tumbled backwards onto the cold stone floor, making a high pitched noise of discomfort before sitting up a might shakily. But it did the trick. Arlie didn’t feel completely back, but she felt like she could think straight and that was enough.
But there was still Nate. The grin on his face was one that made Arlie pause if only for a moment. Walking quickly with her shoulders held stiff, she called out to him once, “Nate, wait!” She nearly cringed at how much worry seeped into her tone. Keep it together. Jogging to get in front of him, Arlie stopped and blocked his path, attempting to keep any trace of fear off her features and failing as he grew closer. “Nate,” she managed in a stern but quaking voice, “you gotta snap out of it, sugar, this ain’t you!”
When he reached her she held her hands out, only able to reach up to his chest given their height different. Arlie glued her feet to the floor, digging her heels in and pushing as hard as she could to keep him from proceeding, and she was no lightweight. Grey eyes stared up at him blearily, tears starting to cloud the corners of her vision. “Nate darlin’, I know you hear me, so stop! You can’t fight like this, we can’t fight like this, this ain’t how we’re supposed to be! We’re workin’ against this, remember? So please, just…” Arlie hiccuped and had to clench her jaw to get her voice back. The Demon Scythe then wrapped her arms around her Meister and hugged him around the waist, in part to get him to be still and also with the hope that it would bring him back.
“Please come back, Nate, I can’t do this without you.”
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Post by Rylux on May 19, 2014 15:38:46 GMT -5
Being exposed to the madness of a shattering soul clearly had an impact on both Nate and Arlie. They should never have been exposed to such a thing but such a thing was never supposed to exist in the first place. Madness was meant to exist in living beings not as a power source for things that barely counted as creatures. Faced with such an abomination to the way the world was it was no surprise that the team would feel the effects of the kishin egg’s experiments. Luckily the madness was weaker than that of a true entity that had forsaken order but for the new team it was still more than bad enough.
As the figure approached Nate the meister acted quickly to avoid the strike that was aimed at him. The blade of the scythe sunk into one wrist and then the other fluidly slicing off both of the figure’s sharply nailed hands. With the appendages removed they fell to the ground before deteriorating into nothing. After losing its hands the figure entered another state of stasis and remained immobile as Arlie’s scythe blade was sung and sunk into the figure’s chest. The sound of metal piercing through metal could be heard as the scythe blade entered and went through the figure.
The scythe ripping through the figure caused the sound of metal grating against metal to surround the area. No expression left the figure as it fell to the ground and met the blunt end of the scythe. A small whirring noise could be heard for a moment before it was replaced by a slight sputtering and then silence. When the noise ended the figure was essentially dead and as such began to deteriorate. As the soul broke another wash of madness was released much like the last one, its effects seeming diminished from the team’s already maddened state.
What happened next was not considerably out of the ordinary for those impacted by madness. Nate consumed by his anger headed toward the unexplored area of the laboratory. Arlie however managed to wiggle her senses out of the madness and regain her sanity. The two had their share of difficulties and the kishin was still not yet in sight. With the air thick with madness the two would need to figure out their own issues before they went to face the kishin egg if they hoped for an outcome in their favor.
Deeper in the lab where the kishin egg hid a figure scurried around collecting strange objects and devices. Soft muttering came from the figure but it was too quiet to be heard by the team considering how far away they were. Vials and flask were scooped off tables and hurriedly placed into bags and suitcases. Just maybe the homunculi had been too much for the team or at the least they had been slowed down. If escape was an option they were going to try and make it, they had lived too long for their research to end here.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Jul 6, 2014 14:50:27 GMT -5
His lips stretched tight into a nightmarish smile, Nathaniel barely registered when his scythe slipped from his hands. Somewhere, he vaguely wondered where she had gone, but at this point his mind was completely focused on one thing.
I'll squeeze the life out of the Kishin with my own hands, he thought dully. They did this they did this they did this they did this-
Something clamped around him, squeezing his arms at his sides, and he stopped walking in surprise. He made to move his arms - he knew he was strong enough to detach whatever had latched onto him -
"Let go of me," he snarled, grabbing onto the thing and shoving it roughly away from him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of their upper arms hard enough to bruise.
But then Arlie looked up at his face for a split second and he could see the tears spilling out from her grey eyes. She was scared.
She was scared of him.
Nate was frighteningly still.
After a long moment, he carefully released Arlie, his hands clenching somewhere near his middle torso.
It was like a fog was lifting over his mind, and he was feeling cold and numb, like he just woke up from a sudden nap on the street. Like Arlie had woken him up.
Guilt washed over his body like a wave over fire, dampening the anger that threatened to flare up.
He stared at his hands numbly, still feeling the raw anger leaping at the corners of his mind, the red-hot flames complaining. What are you doing? You want to let go. You want to be angry. Kishin are what did this. Kill them back. Kill them. Kill them...
"I hurt her," Nathaniel mumbled, so quietly it was barely a whisper. He looked around, still feeling strange, but there was a certain clarity he had now, a cold logic that made him feel slightly nauseous - but real. There was a sort of burning in his chest, and Nathaniel could feel the Madness still pulling at him, but he focused on Arlie. She'd be his anchor. He opened and closed his fingers, and then suddenly his head jerked up, and Nathaniel stared into the darkness behind Arlie.
There was slight noises emanating from the back of the room.
"The Kishin-!!" He gave Arlie a panicked look, but it softened when he realized how scary the last few minutes must have been. Forcing himself to move slowly, he reached down and took Arlie's hand, giving her an apologetic smile, small and genuine and only for her. He hoped it was reassuring enough, because they didn't have time for anything else.
"You ready to go, partner? I can't do this without you." He'd make sure nobody would ever hurt her again.
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Post by Arlie Davis on Aug 1, 2014 16:44:02 GMT -5
Nate shoved her away and Arlie felt her heart drop. He wasn’t listening. She tried not to let panic take her, but she felt its cold thorns burrowing into her heart and making her throat close, but it didn’t stop her talking. She felt his fingertips dig into her upper arms and she winced, hands flying to grab at his wrists out of reflex. “Nate please,” she begged, “Please listen to me, please! It’s Arlie!” He held onto her, keeping her away. Arlie locked her grey eyes onto him, very aware of the bruises she would have and also of the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She swallowed thickly and tried to ignore the terrified tremor in her voice, how unusually soft it was.
“It’s Arlie. Nathaniel, it’s Arlie.”
Arlie waited in silence, releasing a careful sigh when he let go of her. She watched him carefully, hating herself for being suspicious of him but aware of the possible looming threat. But she relaxed as he almost recoiled from her, bringing his closed hands into the middle of his torso. She barely made out the words he spoke and she let relief wash over her, lower her shoulders, ease her nerves if only slightly as there was still work to be down. Arlie lowered her head, taking a moment to wipe her eyes and pat the palms of her hands against her cheeks. No more tears! They didn’t belong here.
She heard Nate suddenly speak, an exclamation relating to their still unfinished mission. Arlie’s shoulders jumped a little. For a moment she thought it was right behind her, but then she heard the sound of noise coming from beyond. Arlie turned just enough to stare long into the darkness, watching it far any sign that whatever the source of the noise was if it started moving closer. She couldn’t see anything, but it was obviously close by. She only hoped that none of those sounds included more of those…whatever those things had been.
Arlie didn’t want another wave. She wasn’t sure if she could break out like she did last time. It had taken more effort than she would ever admit out loud.
Shame hung heavily in her stomach; but the feeling of Nate taking her hand dispersed it. Arlie turned her head to look up at him. The apologetic smile tugged at her heart. She wanted to hug him again, tell him it wasn’t it fault, but there was no time for that now. Seeing the familiar gentleness and sincerity in his features again chased her fear away. They could do this. Together, they could do this!
Arlie gave his hand a tight squeeze and nodded once with feeling, the action making the blonde curls of her ponytail bounce. “Ready n’ rarin’ to go, partner! Let’s give ‘em hell!”
With new determination and a distinct need for at least a small dose of revenge, Arlie bounced on her heels and then marched forth, pulling Nate along behind her with renewed vigor! Nate was back at her side. He was here with her, and she was here with him. The darkness hardly frightened her now. The echo of her boots on the stone only filled her with excitement. She knew they could do this and when the objects in their way receded and she spotted their pathetic target scurrying around like a trapped rat, Arlie gave Nate a determined grin. “Let’s get ‘im!”
A familiar seafoam light flashed for a brief moment before the Demon Scythe was back in Nate’s hand that Arlie had previously been holding.
It was time to show the Kishin Egg they were made of tougher stuff.
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Post by Rylux on Aug 2, 2014 23:58:28 GMT -5
The sound of grating metal was hardly reassuring and meant only one thing, the team had destroyed a homunculi. While there was no value to the loss of an experiment it meant the team would be drawing closer to his location. Escape was desirable but there was too much to be lost if he simply abandoned the lab! Even as he stuffed materials into bags he knew there was little hope of escaping with them. He had to at least try though, giving up on the research now would be his death even if he did escape the team. What he really needed was them to leave! If they just left him alone there would be no problem. Soon he would have what he needed and then he could live without drawing the attention of Shibusen for years. Escape was important though, surviving would allow him to do his research later. Abandonment would also leave his current research to be destroyed and wasted. No! There was too much to be lost! His conflicting theories bounced around his head and he stopped packing to grab his skull in pain. A moment later and his choice was made. He had to fight! Even if he escaped his life was drawing to a close and without his current project the chance of his lasting much longer was slim. Unfortunately the madness had settled and the team was once again sane. The homunculi were a failure and the team was able to continue through what little unexplored territory remained and into where the kishin egg resided. Turning past a wall of machinery an open expanse would lie before them and the scene would unfold. Lights shone bright in the open area despite the darker tones of the rest of the lab and all the devices seemed to be focused on one particular container. Standing in the middle of the area was a container that had some purple substance inside. Upon closer inspection one could see that the contents were in fact blue and red but spinning together like they were inside a blender. If Nate were to look with his soul perception his eyes would burn as if he was staring at a sun. This was the culmination of the human souls that had been taken, stored instead of simply ingested by the kishin egg. Not far from the container was the being in question. Descriptions were correct in how they painted the target, an old man in not a trench coat but some worn robes. A few wrinkles were visible on his face but that aside he could pass for someone in his late forties or early fifties. A think white beard grew down his face and ended near the center of his chest. On his head his hair seemed to be receding but still somewhat youthful, aside from the stark white coloration. Bright blue eyes however were sharp and stared at the team with anger and wisdom, the most youthful aspect of his face. At his feet were two bags filled with odd devices and containers. ”A shame my tools couldn’t play with you longer. I have no intention of just giving you my life however, I’ve done too much work to simply give up now.”Quickly reaching into the bag the man pulled out two softball sized flask filled with a silver liquid inside. With strength not fitting for the seemingly frail body he chucked them at Nate, one aimed at his chest and the other at his legs. After the throw he ducked down and ripped the zipper open on the suitcase and released a plethora of containers and tools. Skimming through them he kept looking up at the team and the center container in case something required his attention.
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Post by Nathaniel Zsoldos on Dec 17, 2014 3:11:23 GMT -5
Nate's first thought was, this room is really creepy.
His second thought was, of course it is.
After he had walked further into the dark space at the back of the room, after he'd cleared the wall of machinery, the darkness lifted.
The back area was flooded with light, a change from the darkness before. Nate gripped the scythe tighter, inching closer to the back of the room, listening as the grinding metallic noises grew around him.
The area opened up, revealing something like a workspace. It was much cleaner than Nate expected, although clean was a generous word for something hidden in a sewer. His focus was, however, not on the floor or the walls, but the shining thing in the center of the room.
All the lights were focused on the container, suspended above the floor and obviously something of great importance. Something was spinning inside, purple and bright and quick, but Nate couldn't exactly make out what it was. He squinted.
Nate was so busy staring at the strange light show that he almost missed the man standing slightly behind the container, in the shadows. When he moved, Nate's eyes darted to him, and he immediately tensed.
The kishin.
He was how the contact described - a hunched figure in a tan, worn jacket that Nate now saw was really a set of old robes, not a trench coat. The man's face was lined and middle-aged, a heavy white beard obscuring his mouth and aging him even more. He was balding slightly, and for a moment Nate wasn't sure this was even the right person.
Then he looked at his eyes.
Brown eyes stared into blue, and Nate felt his flesh crawl. Those weren't the eyes of an old, senile man, but the sharp, angry ones of a person with a mission and a grudge.
He was dangerous.
Nate's eyes darted down to the kishin's feet, noting the bags and the tools inside as the kishin addressed him.
A shame...no intention....done too much...to simply give up now.
The old man was much faster than Nate had anticipated. As soon as he had finished talking, he had stooped down and grabbed something from his bag, lobbing it at the meister and his weapon with an aim that Nathaniel immediately detested him for.
He flinched to the left, hearing the flask hit the wall and crack open. Geez, his arm... But he had no time to finish the thought. There was another flask heading for his feet.
Nate backed up two giant steps back, nearly hitting the wall as he narrowly avoided the silver liquid. The flask shattered on the stone floor, splashing at Nate's pants and splattering the denim. He thought dimly back to the restaurant, to the man named Charles with the hand covered in silver.
This stuff can't be allowed to touch skin, Nate reminded himself. And who knows what it'll do to a weapon.
He tried not to think about what his legs looked like. It had hit the fabric, but not the skin. Worry about himself later. Get the Kishin. Don't get hit by anything liquid.
Right.
Nathaniel adjusted his grip on the scythe and began to run, stepping over the silvery puddle and raising the blade high over his head. Ten feet and bring the weapon down on the kishin's exposed neck when his head ducked down...
Maybe, maybe, this fight was almost done. If he could stop the Kishin before he could grab any more strange concoctions, then so much the better.
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Post by Arlie Davis on Jan 26, 2015 14:54:36 GMT -5
Arlie wasn’t entirely sure what she’d been expecting to walk into, but it had been somewhere in the ballpark of graveyard at night creepy and two headed snake creepy.
Definitely two headed snake creepy, Arlie thought as she absorbed the room fully. The light would have been considered a welcome addition, but what it illuminated were things Arlie could have gone without needing to see. More strange stuff, more oddness that was unknown and wrong enough to make her stomach twist. Cleanliness be damned, whatever was imitating a tornado in that container could be nothing good. Arlie felt queasy thinking about it and darted her eyes away.
It had been too long since they’d first walked into the café to see their contact, or at least it felt that way. To Arlie it seemed almost like days or weeks, becoming lost like an event in time after becoming so busy you can’t keep track of when or where you had been recently. She and Nate just happened to be busy fighting creepy critters and emotional and mental torment.
Arlie was eating all the ice cream in the freezer once she got back.
Either way, the description they had originally been given was lost to her, and the appearance of their target had truthfully only made her blood boil a bit. Nothing extreme, extreme anything made her heart drop given the madness they’d just been subjected to, but enough that there was a burn in the back of her throat. Arlie still hadn’t expected an old man, or what looked like an old man anyway. Well, maybe not old old, but old enough that he definitely wasn’t young. Arlie had expected something more monstrous, someone at least more like those near lifeless “people” they had fought before. Seeing someone so human was equal parts relieving and sickening. They wouldn’t be fighting another horrible monster, but they would be fighting another horrible monster.
But damn if the varmint wasn’t fast enough to be like a monster! From her place in the dark, Arlie’s eyes kept to him, widened slightly in surprise. He had grabbed something, hopefully not anything red otherwise Arlie would feel the need to politely ask that he go straight to hell. But no, it was silver. “Watch out, more crazy polish!” she called to her partner, but Nate was already on it. He back up almost to the wall and the solution only hit his jeans. Arlie sighed in relief, but there couldn’t be much of that yet.
They weren’t done.
Arlie felt his grip change, watched them run. She saw the awful little man sifting through his bag horrors, no doubt searching for something to trip them up with again. Arlie crossed her fingers and fixed her gaze on their enemy. They needed to finish this before he pulled who knows what out of that damn bag. She wouldn’t let her and Nate grow so far apart again, and she was not letting the son of a bitch that had put them through a mess of madness get away.
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Post by Rylux on Mar 2, 2015 19:31:28 GMT -5
Nate had managed to avoid the flask directly but he still managed to experience a taste of their danger. As soon as the silver liquid touched his pants Nate would feel heat like his pants had caught on fire only to have it stop just as quickly. When the heat was gone all that would replace it was a stiffness to his pants and a weight. Any denim touched by the liquid was now coated in a layer of solid metal. Unfortunately for the kishin egg it was hardly enough to slow down the meister that decided to charge at him.
With the team upon him the kishin egg’s mind was racing. He couldn’t win against them in a fight, that much was obvious. There was the slim chance he could escape but not with the fruit of his research. If he didn’t save it he was as good as dead regardless and he wasn’t going to die regretting abandoning so many years of research. Think Nicholas! There was no time for him to create another homunculi and even if there was he lacked a corrupt soul as the base. He had to get some time to think of a way to rescue his work.
The team was unfortunate however that the body of their opponent was not an accurate portrayal of his abilities. He did lack enough strength to fight like the body depicted but he had enough speed to prolong his life. With the scythe coming down at him he quickly threw a leather pouch at the blade and made to run. Once the two objects made contact the team would instantly be surrounded by a cloud of yellow and overwhelmed by the smell of rotten eggs. Sulfur. Perhaps if he had thought faster there was something he could have used to hurt them but they had made him desperate and he needed to act quickly.
Hoping to distract the team enough he attempted to sneak around them and run toward the container full of purple. Carrying the open suitcase as he fled he hoped something would come to him quickly so he could escape. He couldn’t die! Not like this. He couldn’t leave her like this.
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