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Post by Bee on Dec 18, 2010 19:13:07 GMT -5
Sickening dread raked at her as yet another weapon in her meager arsenal failed to work. There was nothing left to do but try to shove him away again, long enough to launch into the air, if she could even muster up the force to do so. She flinched at his laugh. She really was stupid, wasn't she? A terrible judge of character. Really, it was a wonder something like this hadn't happened sooner, wasn't it? But now fate seemed to be making up for all her past evasions of misfortune. Tears stung her eyes, momentarily blurring her vision, and when she blinked them away there was--were--
Arms. Different ones, Bog fur but darker than Apocalypse's, hoisting her up; someone was telling her to fly away; something was obviously wrong with Apocalypse. She stumbled out of the woman's arms, activated her flight ability and moved to take off, when the world suddenly inverted.
She was back on the ground, through no outside influence; just the sudden, intense pain twisting at her middle, something that was definitely not mere bile forcing its way up her throat. For a moment she thought maybe Apocalypse had managed, somehow, to activate his pain ability for a second time, but this was a different flavor of agony, pushing up instead of outward, cracking, snapping, something too big for her mouth that splintered and broke and seared on its way out.
It squelched out, flopped onto the pavement, something big and covered in something hard and slimy, and she collapsed gracelessly in pain. The thing moved, struggled. She couldn't look away; she was vaguely aware that she might be in shock.
Something punctured the strange membrane, pale green. An arm, and then a--face. The little thing, child-sized, emerged fully, wet and clumsy. It locked eyes with her. Her vision swam. It looked a little like--it looked an awfully lot like--
"Mommy?" the little thing said, like it was trying the word out. Helena could issue nothing in response. The little girl turned over to face Apocalypse and Rhiannon, and said, "Help."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 26, 2010 2:13:26 GMT -5
The betrayal of his Weapon did nothing to alleviate the man's rage, and Apocalypse let out a feral roar, fur bristling and stumpy tail lashing from side to side.
Something in the back of his mind reminded him that he could not hurt the Weapon, helping to stay his hand. He could only do one thing - try to get past her, to the one he really wanted to injure. The Coyote-hybrid's wide wingspan blocked his view, only adding wood to the flame of anger within him. "Rhiannon, get the fuck out of the way." He hissed, shouldering against her body and pushing.
She pushed back, using the supernatural strength her new body gave her to keep the man away.
Why the hell wasn't Helena trying to get away?! Rhiannon glanced over her shoulder to shout some warning, but the words caught in her throat. What the fuck was--? She pushed hard on the Caracal, making him stumble back a few steps. "Pale. PALE! STOP.[/b]" There was a force to her words, and it penetrated the unpleasant haze that had filled his mind, just for a second.
That second was long enough. They both watched in silence as Helena heaved up an infant - no, child - and collapsed in a heap.
The quiet voice met both of their ears and the Weapon moved forward, scooping the child up and folding her wings protectively around herself and the mother's prone body. "What did you do?[/b]" She whispered hoarsely, staring the man in the eye. There was no denying it. The child was clearly of Apocalypse's seed, but that ear...
The man himself could only stare. "I don't... I didn't..." He knew that ear. He had roasted that ear, nibbled on it. It had been delicious. But it hadn't been attached to a Card. And it certainly hadn't been attached to a child of his.
She was his child. Wasn't she? How was this possible? Reality struggled with curse for a long minute, and he took a step forward. Then he stopped.
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Post by Bee on Jan 4, 2011 0:07:08 GMT -5
Simcha slid between modes of existence with all the grace of a bowling ball being hurled through a window. Befuddlement and fear and overwhelming concern for her mother all ran rampant. She understood everything that had happened.
It still made no sense. A dirge for her the doubly dead, wasn't that right? She was a new thing again, her brain in a Cardlike meatsack, no longer a barely functional voice in her own old ruined flesh and her Jack-mother's mind. But this must have been better, because she knew everything now. She remembered back to her first days in her rabbit-father's warren, recognized the pale man in front of her as the father of this body.
The large winged thing that was not her mother held her. She had kind intent but the thing that she was a part of, didn't he ultimately call the shots? She thought this speculation was useless, theirs and her own. Her mother was at Rhiannon's feet and bleeding and only moving faintly, like she couldn't remember how, eyes wide and sightless as though in a stupor. Some kind of shock.
It was painful to look at, so she averted her eyes. She stared owlishly at this fleshsuit's father, over the woman's wings.
"You did a bad thing," she said, quietly, and some hard edge crept into her faraway voice. "Help my mother."
(Simcha doesn't quite have a stable real-person voice yet so forgive me this post, if you are able. XD)
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 12, 2011 20:31:52 GMT -5
((Menefer suddenly stumbles in from an alleyway. He heard voices and is desperately seeking help. He had been at a bar called the Fallen Wing waiting for his darling Mrs. White, when everyone was turned out so a murder could be investigated when everyone...seemed to vanish, there was simply no one around! He stumbled upon the unconscious bodies of two girls; Fate and Neviah, lying in an alley and has been seeking help (or at least someone who can carry them) for the last half hour.
Pale seems to be fading back to himself rather quickly...wow...was it something he drank?! Good thing he's a little more tuned-in, though. There are an awful lot of women in trouble.))
~Nathalia
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Post by /|/afamere on Jan 13, 2011 6:10:58 GMT -5
What was up with this place! At first he had been waiting for something to happen and then bam! Everything started to turn upside down and now no one was around to help. He ran out of the door to have found two others that where just laying about unconscious from something, he had checked to see if they were dead, hoping in fear that he wouldn't get blamed for another death near the bar, but to his surprise he found that it had nothing to do with these two. They just seemed not to want to wake up. He paced back and fourth on his four legs as he thought about what to do. Someone had to be around to help out, right? So he fought his panic down as he started to leave the alleyway in search of someone that could help someone... anyone really. He heard the faint sounds of voices coming from the streets so he hurried his pace his paws rapping on the stone laid ground. Though to his demise... his recently unbound leg tripped his front right leg and he fell to the cobble-stoned streets with a loud audible thudding sound. He slid for a few feet and laid their while he wondered how the stars fell to the ground before him... just to dance for him. Oh how lovely...
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 19, 2011 18:50:29 GMT -5
The rage was leaving him, slowly trickling out of his mind and leaving him momentarily numb - it had been such an all-consuming emotion, drowning out the more subtle feelings that normally made up his day-to-day existence, and it was taking them quite some time to come back. He stared blankly at the Rabbit-eared thing that claimed to be (and was, he knew deep down, irrevocably) his child, willing himself to feel... something. Something to help him understand how he should react.
His stomach twisted sharply with nerves. Ah, there it was. Helena was laying still, bleeding from the mouth, breathing raggedly. Rhiannon was screaming wordlessly inside of his own head, still cradling his daughter-thing gently. His mind swam, thoughts feeling as though they'd been dipped in mud. Too-slow, heavy things.
"Shit," he whispered, softly, then gave his not-infant daughter a small nod, moving towards the crumpled form of the Josiggy. Suits, that looked... weird. Bad. "Don't move, Helena, I'm going to help..." The words tapered off, feeling just as out of place as the rest of him. On shaking legs, he knelt before her, hoping she wouldn't try to escape him. "I... I'm sorry." The statement, barely audible, was accompanied by his arms sliding around her as gently as he could manage, trying not to jolt her too badly. She wasn't exactly light, but with the surge of adrenaline going through him, he could lift her. Now, he needed to find her help.
What the hell had happened?
When he came upon the stunned Torque, he growled with frustration. Well, wasn't this just a mess?! "Get up. We need shelter and... A doctor." Behind him, Rhiannon followed, wrapping her wings protectively around herself and the odd hybrid in her arms.
While her Summoner dealt with the Feline, she looked down at the girl. "Are you harmed?[/b]"
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Post by Bee on Jan 21, 2011 4:06:28 GMT -5
Simcha had not been aware of how tense she was until her body went slightly lax with relief. Having a body that responded to her feelings so subtly, so acutely...it was as odd as it was empowering. And now things were looking up. He had listened and heard and was doing something and that was about all she could hope for, wasn't it? That her mother got fixed up and shook it all off. She could make these things happen; she lived inside her mother's head. Had lived.
"I am fine," she said, frowning slightly. The question confused her for some reason. It seemed so...many-faceted. "Unless I am wrong." Also a many-faceted word. She was not incorrect, that wasn't it...This was not the time to think about such things. She would think about herself later.
Especially since their short march of progress was abruptly ended by a...person. She resented his existence almost immediately. Lying there like a roadblock. She felt a nearly dizzying rush of transference, a channeling of negative thoughts into the feline. Whatever else might prevent her mother from recovering at this point was his fault. Her logic seemed both unsound and undeniable. The outpouring of worry and frustration was dovetailed by a faint stirring of--satisfaction--for the pale man's renewed dedication to find help. Everything settled. She knew the answer.
"Make him go away," she told Rhiannon.
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Post by /|/afamere on Jan 21, 2011 7:57:58 GMT -5
He was so out of it right now that he had only caught a few words that were spoken, his vision was slowly coming to him and that was a treat in itself for what he saw was a few people and one that was kneeling beside him. He gave a week smile as he tried to stand, which to his benefit was a success, a small win for him. The Torquehelm feline quickly remembered why he had been looking for someone, an urgency crossed his face as he looked up at the pale man.
"Please sir, there are two women in the ally and they are not moving no more... I think they are still alive, please come, please?" he said as he started back off into the alleyway that he had come. These people couldn't be bad... they seemed nice, why else would a man be leaning over him? To help that's what... even though he was kinda funny looking he thought with somewhat a relief.
The alleyway was darker and more fog filled than the street was, almost little to no light pierced the dense fog that seeped in here, but he remembered those two... remembered where they were located. If the others had followed then good... if not... he would try his best to get them somewhere safe. He didn't want to be blamed for what happened to them... suits even he didn't know what happened to them.
Thinking too hard made the feline forget about his recently unbound leg... that foul that had so many years of karma built up that it once again tripped him up... making him fall to the ground once more.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 22, 2011 17:42:26 GMT -5
((Kristoff is slinking around the shadows, circling the two girls...they look...stealable, don't they? He's got a carriage ready to go anyway, a man let him "borrow" it, and he might be able to get away with him, since no one's running to help the pair. If he can heft them in, maybe he should take off with them, who cares if he's seen, after all?))
~Nathalia
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 26, 2011 0:38:33 GMT -5
Such a pathetic creature, begging and pleading for help in the floor. The sight of it made the pale King's lip twitch, revealing the slightest hint of fang in the dim light, and he had to strongly resist the urge to aim a sharp kick right at the Torque's side. That wouldn't help speed things up in the slightest. Not that the man was intending to make things easier anyway. But after everything that had happened tonight, there was no way he could leave someone else to just die. Even if it frustrated the shit out of him. He growled under his breath, fur bristling. " Lead the way. Do you know of any place to get medical care around here?" He asked, before the man collapsed again in a heap. For a long moment, the King just stared, his eyes narrowing. " For the love of the Spider," he muttered under his breath, feeling himself tense and hold onto Helena's limp form just a little tighter. This time, Apocalypse did kick Menefer, not as hard as he wanted to, but... All the same, it would likely hurt. " Keep it together!" Useless waste of space. Amused by her Summoner's displeasure and the way it lined up with his daughter's, Rhiannon felt herself grin ever so slightly, ears standing up for a moment. She ignored the kick, knowing that Apocalypse would feel bad about it later. Might feel bad. If he remembered. " He will be out of the way shortly, if he knows what's good for him,[/b]" she responded evenly, lightly stroking the girl's forehead. Such an odd child, but for whatever reason, the Weapon could feel herself becoming... fond. Some distance away, Kristoff had jumped into action. There was no point in wasting any more time, not when someone else might show up to take his prize. The cat was beaming with pleasure as he trotted back from the carriage to gather up the second girl, the first one already tucked inside. He'd bring the pair home to his Meecha, yes, and she would love them. Especially the one made of glass. Part of him wondered if, perhaps, her body could be hollowed out and used to store spices. Regardless, it was a Good Day. There was no one nearby to catch him, no one to -- " You there! Hold up a moment!" Shit.. Kristoff froze, fur rising in an awkward way, all patchy along his spine as he turned rheumy eyes to the voice. A trio of figures approached, one limping in a curious way, one wearing a ghostly white bipedal form, and a second biped trailing behind, winged. The bipeds were carrying things - a full grown Josiggy woman, and a bundle that must have been a child. He bristled a little more, and gingerly set the glass girl down, head sinking down. " Thank the Suits you got here. There is a second girl, have you already moved her?" The bipedal feline asked, and Kristoff raised a brow. What...? Oh! They thought he was helping the girls! Great, this could work in his favor. " Aye, fthee'th all loade' up now,[/b]" he said, bobbing his head in the direction of the carriage. " Wath gonna take 'em toeh 'othpital, juth' foun' 'em layin' in the threet, very worryin' an' all.[/b]" He glanced back at the carriage, feeling a slight pang of regret. ...Ah, well. It was better than getting in a fight with a bloody King, wasn't it? " Excellent. This one is also in need of care." Without waiting for another word from the Golfam, Apocalypse moved to the carriage, opening the door and gently setting Helena down in the back seat beside another little Josiggy, moving to help carry the second girl - made of glass, how fucking weird was that? - and get her settled as well. He then helped Rhiannon up and climbed in himself, before glancing back at the Torque. " ...Come on, then. You found them, you should make sure they're okay." It was as much an invitation as Menefer was likely to get. The Caracal settled himself in, glancing down at his... daughter. Slowly, his lips twitched into a smile. " ...I'm sorry. Helena... She'll be okay." Kristoff bristled as he pulled himself into the driver's seat, waiting to be sure everyone was settled. His ears pinned back. This was a bloody hassle, wasn't it? Not that there was a single thing he could do, but... He didn't even know where there was a hospital! Perhaps he'd pretend until they gave up and just let him leave with his prize. They started forward at a slow pace, the Cat picking one promising-looking street and sticking to it.
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