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Post by The Jenn on Jan 23, 2011 20:51:05 GMT -5
(Rolled an 18 for Thyme's return to awareness.)
Slowly, as though she was swimming through mud, Thyme struggled to regain consciousness. A voice was screaming in her head, calling her every mean, nasty, insulting thing she could imagine. It sounded like Gred. The fucker...
As soon as he recognized a flicker of thought from his summoner, the rapier changed his tone to pleading, cajoling, coaxing, and convincing her to open her effing eyes, woman! The ability that caused the driving pain into her skull was gone, which she belatedly realized was because it had been an ability. Her weapon told her as much. But her shoulder...
She could feel blood seeping freely from a gaping wound in her shoulder, a lot of blood. She knew those type of wounds were some of the worst, simply because of how many blood vessels traveled through that area. With a hiss, she opened her eyes-
-and abruptly realized that she could see again when her eyes were met by the sight of a dismembered poodle, a bloody thing, Ichigo almost flat out on the ground, and a limb erupting from the deer's engorged stomach.
(Rolled a 7 for her reaction.)
Staring in nauseated, fascinated horror at the scene seemed about the extent of her response to the situation as her mind tried to decide if what she was seeing could indeed be real.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 24, 2011 21:26:00 GMT -5
(( A few more seconds and another limb tore through the wall of Mephit's stomach, this time a hand, clutching at the empty air with a strength that it ought not to have.
It's over in a matter of moments, another arm rips through and begins to tear wildly at any flesh surrounding it, growing larger all the while until Mephit's entire front seems to simply fall away from her.
Something silver and ghostly rips from her tree, screaming in an agony of emotional torment as it vanishes in the direction of the Hearts Palace.
Something else slips out into the gore that was once its Mother, sliding around in the steaming entrails and coughing up fluids.
Mephit will live for another 15 seconds, before dying.))ID: SD (they're messed up right now) Name: ---- Suit: Diamonds Rank: Ten Gender: Male Animal: Hoofed Mammal (Deer)/Canine (Wolf) Region: Avington/Calloo Fjords Dealer: Vyn Parents: Mephitisia x NPC Notes: Oh! A bipedal form seems to be the only really lucky thing going for this boy, along with his serpents tongue mutation from his Mother. Born as an 18 year old adult, he has a basic knowledge of culture and the world, and a rather god knowledge and fervent belief in the ways of the Fjords and Odom. What's more, he knows what evils his Mother has done and despises and resents her for them, blaming the majority of his dark coloration on her sins. He knows nothing of his father, though he would like to, and feel likely naught but contempt for his dying parent, looking more forward to meeting these others and righting the wrongs his Mother has cast...if he doesn't become too jaded with the world. He has the odd and awful ability to bloodlessly remove his lower jaw for short periods of time. No idea why...  Basic Magical Ability: He can act charismatic and persuasive at times, whether or not he actually has the natural charm and grace to pull it off. Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can decipher up to two languages of the player's choosing. These languages are in addition to the common tongue and the Diamond house language. Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can cast a lie-detector spell on a Card of the Suit of Hearts and of a Rank lesser or equal to his own, once per day. Cards of equal Rank would be aware of the spell, but Cards of lesser Rank would not. Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can fly for up to ten minutes. Winged Diamonds can use this ability for effortless, perfectly controlled flight. (( There's an old shoppe nearby, you ought to be able to find some medical supplies behind the counter for poor Ichigo and Thyme...))~Nathalia |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 24, 2011 23:27:38 GMT -5
It was all over in a matter of seconds, but for Mephit an eternity seemed to go by. Frozen in horror and macabre wonder, she watched as the hoof was joined by one tiny hand and then another. It wasn't until it began to flail that panic truly set in for the mad King but by then it was far too late.
There was a burst of silvery movement and then screaming, but it wasn't hers. In her shock, nothing more than a sustained death gargle escaped the utterly broken deer.
From out of the gore comes new life. Throwing off entrails and pieces of flesh still clinging to his fur, a lanky wolf/deer mix drags himself away from the wreckage of his mother and into the nauseating aftermath of her sins. He never once turns back to look at his mother, refusing to spare even a second of pity on the terrible woman, but quickly sets himself to doing what he must: right what she has done wrong.
With one last heaving cough, he cleared his lungs of the stomach churning fluids and looked up to meet eyes with the wounded mouse before him. It was terrible to look upon and to know that she had done this to him.
"Please hang in there," he sputters with wide eyes, "I'll help you."
It is a struggle against gravity and nausea to climb to his feet and he stumbles more than once, but a force stronger than himself drives him determinedly forward. He must amend for what's been done, and a small bit of discomfort on his part was only right. Inside a nearby shop he locates what he needs, clean cloth and a first aid kid. The return trip is easier as he better adjusts to the art of movement but he collapses somewhat awkwardly when he tries to kneel beside the mouse.
He'd worry about grace later. With passionate devotion, the young man quickly begins to clean and bandage the mouse's grievous wounds with trembling hands.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 24, 2011 23:56:16 GMT -5
Ichigo watched with wide terrified eyes as his former employer exploded. Not quite exploded, but snapped and broke under the weight of something that seemed to be a person.
This was actually happening right? He wasn't insane was he? He watched with a wide open mouth as the child... full grown person... brushed themselves off. And they spoke. They spoke to him. He blinked in confusion, the blood oozing down his face when he tilted his head at an awkward angle.
He watched with wide blue eyes as the deer mix stumbled off. Orihime skittered out of her hiding place, running to him. He brought his head down harder than he intended onto his soft front leg. The world was still spinning. The adrenaline was wearing off. Was he... going to die here? Was he going to die a failure. He couldn't get up to help Thyme.
He carefully nudged his mome who curled up tight against him. He spit out the blood that was pooling in his mouth. He nudged the small creature with his nose. "Thyme," issued the quiet order to go to the woman. With a panicked sound the creature did as it was instructed, running over to the Highlander, keeping it's distance however. It squeaked at the Highlander wolf, running around her and hoping she would get up.
Something was touching him. Ichigo let out a surprised gasp. He would have snapped his head around if his movements weren't so sluggish. "Who?" he asked as he struggled to move. It was the deer boy. What...? Was he helping him? He spit out a bit more blood. Ugh. The cut in his mouth was making everything worse.
"Am I dead?" That wasn't what he actually wanted to say, but it was hard to say what he wanted when he couldn't think straight.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 25, 2011 0:15:50 GMT -5
The events unfolding around her left Adrianne in open-mouthed shock, her eyes wide and fearful. The fighting had been terrible, almost as awful as the fear of what would come when the bloodbath came to an end. Her Highness was clearly not herself, and would turn on the two girls once she was done with the Wolf and the Mouse...
They were going to die.
The little hybrid clung desperately to the Human girl, squeezing her eyes shut to block out the carnage, sobbing and whimpering. Every sound of metal hitting flesh made her heart skip a beat, it seemed. Every scream was like a terrible countdown. Part of her insisted that it was oddly poetic, in a way. Her own death was ushered in by that of those who were supposed to save her... Perhaps, someday, her father would learn of what had happened to both herself and Makenna. He would cry, she supposed, in a guarded way. Maybe her mother would embrace him as they must have done once before, united again in grief.
It was a shame, really, she'd never see it. She let out a sound somewhere between chirp and mewl, feeling Makenna's dress sop up her tears.
Then, suddenly, the sounds of violence ended. Slowly the girl raised her head, blinking wide eyes and shivering. Mephitista was dead, and her heart twisted. Her father... had been fond of her, hadn't he? But now she was gone. The other man was also dead, and her stomach flip-flopped most awkwardly at the sight of the entrails spilling from their purple prison. Two newcomers had replaced them, one looking as confused as she felt, the other rushing to the aid of the Mouse.
No one was injuring anyone anymore, however. Adrianne's sobbing started anew, but this time, it was from joy - she was alive!
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 25, 2011 8:28:04 GMT -5
(Rolled an 18 for her general fortitude and willpower.)
Eventually, Thyme decided that the whole thing had been real. The mad fight, the leg sticking out of the King's gut, and the eventual and horrifying birth of this creature who stood and spoke as a fully-grown man. She remained sitting mutely as the creature stumbled away, her eyes following him like a magnet.
Then her gaze slid towards the other creature, newly-born, with the Villa markings of its parent and Hisstor markings... and chitin... what bizarre mutations. Her mind noted this from a detached sort of distance, still trying to absorb everything, still in a kind of shock. When the Mome began to circle her, squeaking and chirruping in concern, she roused herself enough to gingerly reach forward with her good hand and touch its small face, if it would let her. The movement seemed to remind her body that she was injured and still bleeding, which in turn brought on an uncalled canine whine of pain. She pressed her palm as best she could against the wound and staggered carefully to her feet, using the wall of the alley as a brace.
Ignoring the pair of girls, ignoring the strange, bug-like Card, she stumbled towards Ichigo and knelt down. Then she sat, because kneeling just wasn't going to happen right now. A faint cloud of dust rose around her, but she was just far enough away that it likely wouldn't be an issue. The smells of blood and gore were making her nauseous, both from her nose and her feelers, but she managed to fight it for the time being. She wasn't letting herself fully acknowledge any of that just yet.
"Ichigo, you're not," she said quietly. When she took stock of his condition, what she saw made her wince in sympathy. He had taken the brunt of the beating by far. His ear... his limbs... she reached automatically for one of the medical supplies when a dizzy spell made her stop and take stock of herself. Best to be stopping that bleeding before she was no good to anyone. With a mechanical, methodical sort of motion, she ignored the presence of the gore-soaked deer mix and began cleaning her wound in shaky silence.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 25, 2011 9:15:35 GMT -5
He could only stare in more abject horror as one of the people around him was literally... torn apart by another creature in her stomach. It crawled out, like something out of a story, looked dazed for a minute, then... bandaged the mouse's wounds. Bandaging? For what---
He nearly threw up when he finally looked at Ichigo and Thyme, and had to cover his eyes for a minute to settle his stomach. In looking down, he realized he was still covered in entrails, and his confusion set in deeper. "Excuse me," He ventured tentatively, "But... ... um. Who am I sitting in....?" His quiet voice broke neatly through the stunned silence and their quiet motions, and his tone spoke volumes: he might have asked, but he wasn't necessarily prepared for the answer. While he waited, he began carefully adjusting limbs in preparation for getting out of the entrails, as he no longer desired to sit between the severed self of... whoever this was.
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Post by Vyn on Jan 25, 2011 10:02:39 GMT -5
When he returned, a woman had come to sit beside the mouse. She did not acknowledge him when he arrived but his heart swelled with pain for her. That dreadful woman had also done this to her. Because she seemed focused on the mouse and perhaps even kept him anchored to reality, he said nothing and simply pushed the supply box between them. He would tend to her when he was done, but for now he must focus on the mouse. He didn't know anything about medicine or stitches or... really, anything helpful, but he knew he clean the wounds and staunch the bleeding and that's what he did.
Over and over until the last gaping wound was hidden in bandages. The mouse looked to be more bandage than man.
It was only then that the deer mix seemed to fall out of his trance. He blinked sleepily and a small frown touched his muzzle. So much suffering, how could he ease it all? The woman beside him had apparently bandaged her wound while he focused on the mouse, he was glad, but there were children crying and a confused creature staring out at him from the gore of an unfortunate Villa poodle. By Odom's Grace, an Insect! His wonder was quickly removed as his gaze traveled further to the poodle who's guts had spilled around the Scarab and a pang of grief struck him. Another victim, he knew, though his demise would have perhaps been attributed to the Scarab had time been different. He said a quick prayer.
"I do not know their name, but it is possible to assume it was your mother. As she was mine..." They were, after all, the only two covered in the entrails of another and the Scarab had yet to remove himself from where he'd collapsed. Only now did his quiet gaze fall upon the gore of his mother and his lips upturned in disgust. She deserved her death. His gaze returned to the Scarab, "if it eases your mind to know, you were not to blame."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2011 13:26:07 GMT -5
(( My dice say Ichigo has incredible will power at 17. ))
The mome allowed the woman to touch her lightly on the nos before darting over to its Master. It sat on its haunches and watched the woman carefully, not like it could do anything if she fell, it was utterly tiny, but it had to keep on alert for it's master's sake. When the woman finally sat down, Orihime licked Ichigo's cheek to alert him that she had done her job.
Ichigo could feel nothing but light headed confusion until his question was answered by a familiar voice. His eyes seemed to brighten briefly when he caught sight of the woman, the lick too his cheek confirming that everything was fine. "Thyme, thank... thank God," he said after a moment. And he wasn't dead. That was a very good thing to know.
The person who was bandaging him was doing a very good job of things. He made a small noise of protest when the deer hybrid made it to his head, wrapping his ear up to the best of his ability. His brow wrinkled as he tried to get a better look at the boy. His eyes wandering to the other voice that had spoken.
More children. Right. That was great. He tired to get up again, his head spinning as he used his large icy limb to prop himself up. He attempted to pull himself into a proper sitting position, noting that his back leg didn't work the way it was supposed to. He ultimately sat on the dead part of the limb with an uncomfortable grimace. He was panting by the end of it, wobbling as well.
"So." He said trying to get his ducks in a row. "I'm very light headed. A boy-man did just patch me up? And you're... you are all right, right? The world might... might be spinning."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 26, 2011 18:20:51 GMT -5
When Ichigo made to sit, Thyme assisted as best she could, having finished tending her own wound a few moments before. There was nothing more she could do for the gaping hole in her shoulder beyond cleansing and packing it to try to staunch the bleeding. Some part of her was grateful for the bizarre child-man's help, much as she didn't understand his presence.
She kept one hand on Ichigo to help steady him. It steadied her, too, and made her pale slightly at the thought. Hell... he was this close to dying. Fighting a Hearts noble was not on her list of things that she would ever care to repeat in this lifetime, likely the sentiments of the Mid-Ranger as well.
"Yes and yes," she replied, "although I think the world's fairly stable. For now, at least. I don't... necessarily understand what happened. Her Highness seemed possessed by some form of madness, obviously, but whether it was due to this... young man's imminent arrival or something else, I have absolutely no idea. I think we should get back inside that bar now. I really do. I don't care how unsettling it was. Do you think that you can move with help? I, ah. I do have the strength to carry you." She smiled with a lackluster attempt at humor and pointed to her Suit marking. "Might be a little wobbly, though... I think we both lost a lot of blood."
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