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Post by Nathalia on Jun 4, 2009 21:17:00 GMT -5
Finistris managed to cushion some of the next two blows to his head with his arm, but she was bringing it down with desperation and pain...adrenaline he didn't have.
He felt a space of nothing and heard a sudden thud as the makeshift weapon dropped to the ground. Well, thank the Wastes for something. The world spun slightly as he righted himself, standing with assistance of the wall as she staggered away. He gave himself a few seconds to recover, the pounding on the side of his head only serving to fuel the fire in his groin. It had been quite awhile since he'd had a woman...
"You're bleeding..." He murmured, eying the spatters the Midori was leaving behind herself. Pushing off the wall, he began to follow, regaining confidence at her whimpers. "Come...let me tend to them, I can make the pain stop..." He caught up with her and put out a hand to catch her unfeeling wrist. "I can make it all vanish, I can turn it to something better, I promise you..." His voice held the undertone of a hiss, longing and excitement barely covered in his desire. It was clouding his judgment.
"I can make you mine..."
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Post by Nako on Jun 22, 2009 11:27:53 GMT -5
She hadn't realized she'd been grabbed until she felt a resistance. Pulling, straining, she couldn't get away. One hand grabbing onto the wall, she merely... slid down to the ground. Blearily, she looked up at the man. He was promising the pain would stop. Something lovely. In her pain stricken state, the proverbial olive branch being extended her way was a godsend. Would he truly repent for his wrongdoings to her? Take mercy? I can make you mine...No. No no. Her face screwed up into something horrified, but that only lasted for a moment. It was rage.. an unbridled anger that nearly made her forget about the pain in her gashed, bleeding hand. She was not his. She would never be his. She belonged to Pinkbeard."I am not yours." Fight or flight, with her good black eye rolling panicked in her socket, the useless white one wavering with the strain of her effort as she conjured an ability as natural to her as breathing.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, she can carry up to 100 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. She is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.Using all of her strength, she reached out with her still feeling arm to grab at the man; anywhere she could reach Clothes, limbs.. neck... she didn't know. If she managed to grab a hold of him, she'd pull, and pull hard, hopefully sending him into the wall. ((The muse has spoken.  )) |
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 18, 2009 15:02:02 GMT -5
So it has! XD I'm fairly delighted, I have to admit. Look at her wiles! She doth de-grace him. <3
He barely even noticed her features twisting with defiance...he was too busy with the sight of her body, the blood, her hands, the bend of her legs...
Beautiful creature, so exotic. A Rodent, even...so very like, and unlike, his dear Osias... Oh, how his Rat would disapprove... The thought made him smile.
He felt her writhe beneath him, the movement causing quite the pleasant sensation in his nether regions, he reached forward to tug at her neckline, her hand reached up to cling to his shirt...
And found himself flying through the air with the sound of rending fabric. He barely even heard the resounding crash as his head collided with the nearby wall and he slid bonelessly down it. He recovered slowly, aware of his surroundings and sounds, but unable to shake the bleariness to his vision as his left eye blacked out completely and his right strained to remain focused.
Damn! This was nothing compared to the tirp his head had taken into a wall last month, and he was glad now, of the metal plate in his head, but gods was he sick of being thrown into walls!
"Very nice. my lady, good blow, well done..." He growled, a feral smile pulling his lips back to reveal unusually sharp canines as he activated another spell, standing using the wall as his vision re focused in his right eye. "This, however, does little to rid you of me...now I'm just angry..." His voice had dropped an octave and he watched her body maneuver itself off of the ground, her splitting hand flowering blood.
"Not mine...very well, you don't have to belong to me for me to take you."
He lunged forward, bringing the new spell with him in a flurry of clacking noises.
Jack's Ability Boost: Should he so desire, he is now able to increase the ferocity of his Jack's Ability. It now lasts for a full 3 minutes and the scratches and nicks are no longer superficial, but deep and cutting, though they probably won't take out eyes... After 30 seconds has passed, this spell will also allow the victim to see what is attacking them, a horde of bones, small skulls and rib cages with tiny clawed appendages floating around them and whipping themselves at them in a frenzy. These small creatures, once visible, will then whisper a spell that will cause members of the Suits of Hearts and Spades to feel as though something icy has drenched their souls in dread.
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Post by Nako on Sept 18, 2009 16:28:51 GMT -5
And she screamed. And screamed and screamed as scratches turned into gashes, rending her body, cutting away at whatever these things could reach, even carving into the insides of her mouth as she gasped for breath. There was blood. So much blood.
Too much blood.
Her good eyes refocused on her assailants. Zuberi.. stopped fighting. She couldn't find the strength. The things.. didn't frighten her as much as they might have others. Perhaps it was the strange, whispering skulls upon her own body that had made her acclimated to such things. She wondered to herself most distractedly if her own skulls could become something... like these things.
"Please..." She choked, lunging for the man in an awkard lurch. An arm grabbed him, a weak one, staring at him with her good eye. "Make it stop.."
It was only a distinct bitterness in her soul that even allowed her to put off another spell... a tiny one. Nothing really of consequence. And then she fell to the ground, unconscious.. and very likely bleeding out.
((Hope it's alright kind of... resolving it this way. Do what you will with her! =D If/when she dies after he's done with her, I've no qualms with Lior coming and plucking her eye out and bringing her back to life. Actually.. I'm kinda hoping he will. Otherwise she's either dead or horribly scarred. e_e))
Small Power: She is able to cause another SD to see images of a tall dark figure, dressed in a black claok and hood everywhere for a solid week. She can cast this spell once a month and it is very draining for her to do. The SD affected will never be harmed by the vision as it is only a vision...but they will feel unnerved and it won't leave them alone until the week is up.
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 19, 2009 0:29:55 GMT -5
What a voice! Not the best he'd ever heard, but she could belt it out, couldn't she?
"Please, eh? You know..." He grasped the hand and kissed it lightly, watching as her head lolled back and she sank into unconsciousness. "I don't normally accept "please"."
He let his Jack's ability drop, the ghastly minions fading with small gasps of breath as they were removed from the plane. He stared down at the Squirrel and smiled, lightly. He could let her die...but where was the fun in that? Heaving one of her arms over his shoulder and careful to snatch her bag of whatever-she'd-hit-him-with, he staggered to the nearest bar.
There, he persuaded a rather stupid, lewd Morganberry to help him carry the woman to the edge of the Capitol city, allowing the man to fall under the impression that he might have a chance with one or both of them for the deed. He gave the back door of an establishment a few kicks, then unleashed a small horror spell upon the man. Bulky as he may have been...a 6 is a 6, no matter what the suit, in his mind. The man stumbled away in terror from the odd pair.
Pity, Finistris would have very much liked to tear him apart for his presumptions. Pity...but his current burden was too hard won.
And too rare to pass up.
The door creaked open and an black, scaly face, crisscrossed with bolts of bright blue and orange peeked out. "Hell, you want, Fin?"
"Some skin knitting, an-"
"You're...you're fucking bald, Fin?! This new for you?"
"...and a room, please." The man added stiffly. There wasn't much he could say, the Corvie couldn't press his luck or Finistris would cause him harm, and Finistris couldn't risk causing him much harm because he relied on his work and his silence. Damn it all.
"Whatever, I'll remember this look though. You'll want ta' try Todd later, 'e's down you're end a the street anyhow. Barber, Corvie mix, he's good, used him m'self."
"Ah, that makes your mockery far more acceptable, does it, McKay?" The Lizard mix grinned toothily and Finistris let out a small impatient sight and laid his burden on a nearby table. "It always does, doesn't it? No, you can put that back. Osias has enough to last him for awhile, I'm here for her tonight."
He smiled as the Corvie chuckled, pulled on a pair of gloves, and got to work.
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Forty minutes later and the Midori was heavily sedated and looked almost as good as new. Some bruising was visible beneath the lighter patches of fur, but the cuts had mostly healed over, or would in a few days. Finistris grinned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small vial, stoppered with lead, and handing it to the Corvie.
"Hmm, no use asking where you got this, Fin?"
"And lose my main bargaining chip with you? Unlikely."
"Alright, y'bastrad. Take your pretty chicky back to room 18, you can go out through Jenaveve's in the morning, she's not here."
Finistris nodded, hefted the woman up again, and moved of down the hall with her. His teeth ground slightly in anticipation...she still smelled of blood, and her hair was hanging in his face...lovely little misfit...
He laid her carefully on the bed, posing her limbs lightly and tracing her jaw as he hummed softly to himself. She was so warm to the touch, so soft compared to his Osias...so interesting, and real compared to the humdrum of the every day.
Pulling down her dress and folding it neatly once it was off, he laid it over the end of the bed and began tugging at his own clothing with a fevered panting.
"Not mine? We'll see...I'll make sure you remember me..."
He labored over her, pulling the clothing off slowly and delighting in the small amounts of pain he caused himself. He preferred them awake. But she was fiery, and he'd seen her awake...the memory would do tonight.
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The next morning, he would dress quickly and leave her lying in the bed in a mildly skeevy Capitol hotel.
Heading out the door concealed in a first floor room in a closet and heading off to find this "Mr. Todd's".
halfway down the street he whipped around suddenly, there was...a figure. Standing on the far corner, watching him. Glaring, he moved quickly away from it...stalking down the street, glancing back. The figure had gone.
Odd...
Moving more quickly, an inexplicable chill running down his spine, he hurried away.
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She'll awake to find that she's has no heavy scarring, but for one. A large, rather intricate looking "F" is carved into her left thigh on the outside. It burns a little when touched and no amount of healing will get rid of it. He used his bone rings. There's also a very small, pointed bit of bone stuck in like a small spike under her right eye. It won't affect the eye, but it can't be pulled out and every now and then, she'll witness him in dreams because of it.
She's also preggers.
Congrats XD
Sorry!
Granted though, the clerk at the front desk will tell her that her pretty "boyfriend" already paid the bill and give her breakfast.
Fin will go BONKERS because of her spell and practically not sleep for a solid week because of it. Osias gets royally pissed and wonders if he's finally gone off his rocker, helping him to pass out every now and then so he can "get over it". Then he pets his head...'cause he's a stinky, cuddly Rattie. <3
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Post by Nako on Sept 19, 2009 0:42:04 GMT -5
((WOAH. WOAH. WOOOOAAAAH. XD Make sure Jenn knows she'll get that eyeball of hers eventually. Seems like it won't be tonight though =D.... Can I have some of his hair that she made fall out? =3))
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 19, 2009 0:51:42 GMT -5
((yeah, sorry. Muse speaketh. He didn't feel like killing her. I'm sure she can get someone else to kick her ass for Jenn <3 Or she could die in childbirth? Then Lior could get his eye? I don't know, Fin's being an absolute whore.
Literally, figuratively...all of it.
Yes, a good deal of the hair is in her bag, he didn't notice or care...she has a good handfull.))
Mind if I ask for her thoughts on this? I'm dreadfully curious...I never thought he'd really do that... <3
~Nathalia
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Post by Nako on Sept 19, 2009 0:54:20 GMT -5
((Don't worry. At least one of my characters will give Lior an eyeball if it isn't Zuberi. Heck. Now she might can keep her photographic memory XD *waggles a brow at Dyspar thoughtfully*
I'm horrified for Zuberi. Yet delighted. Zuberi is a strong individual. I thought she's break. I really thought she would. But she's a big girl now. And she feels rage. And it is this rage that probably caused her to rank up and get her human form soon after. And Just so you know.. Yeah. Voodoo doll. Needle to the crotch as often as her power allows her.))
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 19, 2009 1:06:08 GMT -5
O______________O
He is CONFUSED and MAD and ANGRY!!!
Aaaannnnd, he's been such an ass all the time he's been free that he has no clue who could be doing it. Poor moron, I wanted him to be so "cool" when I created him, but then he was spat into the real world and had utterly NO clue how to act in it. He's been shocked in each one of these fights.
<3
~Nathalia
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Post by Nako on Sept 19, 2009 1:32:17 GMT -5
<3333 I love you XD So much.
This will become a daily ritual. Doing something to that doll. Mostly crotch stabbing. She might even make the doll anatomically correct. I'll attempt to make a topic for this ritual for your.. and his enjoyment. <3
If Zuberi can have anything. ANYTHING to do with his death... I'd love it. Even if it's seeing his corpse. For some resolution. Or she knows what he looks like, photographic memory and all. I understand if we can't fit it in.. but she wants retribution. <3
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