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| Duck | Jul 31 2017, 04:16 AM Post #16 |
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"See! You get it! Totally, totally get it! The media is nothing but cancer to those who are in legit danger. Think... Icarus, the moron who flew too close to the sun and fell to his death due to the glue melting for his wings. Shit like that, right? People don't understand that there's always a reaction to an action. Newton's third law applies to the public in more ways than it should." In reaction to getting a bit heated over the topic at hand, the vampire teen scoffed a hot snort out. There wasn't a damn person on this entire planet that could convince him that heroism is anything but a joke. A sick, twisted joke for society to feed off of. He, too, stopped right as she picked up on his glorious conclusion that this entire adventure was novel worthy. An unlikely pinkish hue tackled his silvery pale cheeks at the mention of romance, and he sputtered shoving his arms up to comically cover his flushed color. Keeping up a cool and collected persona was especially difficult when the chained women all but poked at a selection of genres that fit their story. The former of the three had sparked a wall of embarrassment, and he dropped both arms only to reach up and scratch his fingers at his jawline, a signature sign of mild regret for making the connection he did. "Romance? I'm a terrible liar, so I can't say I hate it, but horror seems more fitting. That, or maybe some freak romantic psychological thriller! Man, that'd be chill with me," he chuckled in an attempt to seemingly smooth out the idea. Romance was his favorite genre in literature alongside horror, thrillers, and ironically enough psychological twists! Briefly baffled at how she'd managed to tackle each topic down, Vladimir shifted from his leisurely slouched stand and followed Farren's idea of taking a break. He dropped down into a crouch beside her sitting on his heels, arms wrapped loosely around his knees to further make himself comfortable. His head dropped down atop his folded arms, and he watched Farren speak staring down the revving chains that occasionally graced the surface in their animated reel. She had more emotion than met the eye as he studied her from so close, but if and when she glanced at him he returned his focus to meeting eye to eye rather than 'watching' her. A poor habit of his, but one essential for survival. For the longest minute he did nothing but keep his attention on her out of growing respect. Rarely does he ever find himself respecting a human, but this one, this strange girl, had caught his eye in the ways of common ground. His Mother did tell him that even if humanity was at its lowest, there was always a golden egg somewhere over the rainbow. Evil to the bone as he may be he was only so young, and had yet to dip his toes in the ideals and consequences of villainous acts like he'd originally planned. Her word wasn't enough to change his course of action, but she did make him think over what he had to come. "Mmm... I... Don't kill me, alright? Truth be told I see myself as a villain of sorts, but even I know what a good hero should do. It fuckiin' sucks, this world, but there's plenty of good to it. There's heroes like Lucy," he muttered in a confused tone, fingers digging and squeezing his jackets sleeves as he thought deeper on the meaning of heroism. His pause was brief, and he picked back up by sifting a solemn sigh, "Being a hero takes moral understandings and traits like honesty, diligence, and selflessness. Not the lifestyle I'd choose, but risking a life for another is fuckin' noble." A crisp snort tickled his throat as Farren described his family in a way he wouldn't have worded, but it was more accurate than she'd ever know. "Pretty shit, right? I left for a lot of reasons, and that was certainly one of them. Frankly, for the longest time I didn't... I guess I didn't care about humans, and I still kind of don't. But... Being out in the world and not locked up in a mansion is sort of bizarre! All I had was, like, television 'n shit. All I ever saw was the shit my Father wanted me to see. Ran away thinking I could cause chaos in my own right instead of... shit I don't really want to talk about, but long story short I figured fuck it I'd do this my way, and now I'm questioning if people really are that bad." Vladimir wasn't stupid, and he knew he was walking on thin ice to be speaking so openly to someone who could cut him to pieces in the middle of a forest by the chains of her skin, but what did he have to lose? His gaze settled on his pet instead of Farren as he answered glumly, "Reporting them would be like asking for death. Half of them are crazy strong and kind of run the show along side a pack of villains in Russia. Shit gets real when the mafia gets involved, and even further when police do. Usually everything turns into a wicked bloodbath. At least it's pretty." The mood was lifted shifting into a playful one when Vladimir sat up further and reached his finger over this time attempting to successfully poke Farren on the cheek. His playfulness got the better of him, and he stuck out his tongue over a set of sharp fangs, the bright color of his mouth sticking out over his overly pale skin. "Whaaaaat!? Come on, Farren, who doesn't like scary shit?! If someone called me scary I'd be totally honored! It's like being called tough and cool, but on a whole other scale. Add a whopping spoonful of adorableness and you have yourself a concoction of a personality. Wicked sweet, right?" Her blush made him snicker as he kept tapping his fingers at her, and he kept pestering her even as she explained what foster parents were like. Her's specifically, and he stopped only when she said his family should... burn in a fire. His head tilted, and he rolled his eyes upward toward the sky pondering on how to word what he needed to say. "They sound like awesome people, your foster parents I mean. But, trading families? Nah, that'd be rough, not that it wouldn't have been nice to have a chill set of parents. Honestly, my Mother was great. Still is! I call her, like, all the time. I'm only seventeen, so it's not like I can ignore them forever. I'd hate to see them burn, though. That'd be lame! Why not, like, a cool mass murder? It'd add to the thriller of our growing book we got going here." ...His sense of humor is a bit lacking, but he laughed regardless at the gruesome joke he made. POOR AND ALONE?! Vladimir flopped onto the ground rolling onto his side so that he faced Farren, both hands clutched to his chest as he hissed out in fake pain over her dagger like words. The sudden act startled Chekhov, and she bumbled over to his side sniffing at his dirty sleeves and crisp cut hair unaware that he was feigning hurt. His tongue flopped out, and he blew a raspberry at Farren while whining out jokingly, "Jesus, Farren! Are you trying to murder me?! Right here?! Right now?! Ye have little faith in the arts of broke ass forest bumming." He rolled onto his back and relaxed on the grass uncaring of his now dirty clothes. They were smudged in grass stains and grim, and he wasn't too picky about his style unless he was in town. Sighing, he raised up his arm and flashed it to Farren shifting it into a strange black paw. The fur was thick for winter climates, and the knife nails that stuck out of each black bean toed paw was as large as they were ominous. "This is my real quirk. Sorry to burst bubbles, but I'm a fake Vampire. I got the looks, not the cool quirk. Instead I can transform any part of my body or even my entire body into any animal I know the anatomy of. The trick is, if I don't know what I'm doing I could break my neck or fuck up my body. Broke my arm once! Fucked me up real good." |
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| ZetaAzuel | Jul 31 2017, 03:56 PM Post #17 |
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"It's a shame really, in terms of heroing they should do two main tasks. Inspiring another generation with recordings and tales of heroic deeds, and informing the public and other heroes of the troubles around. It's like that old saying if you don't read the news you're uninformed but if you do watch it your misinformed..." She sighed, not all news outlets were like that, but there sure enough of them that it made it hard to find any good information these days. This whole situation did reek of horror in her mind if anything now was the time for a maniacal killer to drop from the trees and then end up mauling them both. And out of superstition, she looked up at the branches, a the only thing she saw being the falling leaves and birds chirping about. "Just don't get any ideas lover boy." She said ensuring that the point got across that she wasn't really in the romantic mood. And then they just sat down, enjoying the peace and quiet of the forest in hopes of finding some woodland killer. But her red eyes did meet with his own a few times only to glance back in front of her. She only tilted her head slightly listening to what Vlad was talking about. He saw himself as a villain? What did he mean by that? The only thing that she could think of was that he knew of some evil deeds and that he had done them himself. And to be consciously aware of that fact after speaking so long about villainy, murder, and other vile deeds she was certain that the young man had done something worthy of being deemed a villain. And something clicked in her, audibly there was the sound of a click as well as the gears underneath her skin seemed to shift around. "A cute and innocent girl like me going to kill you just because you're a villain?" She tilted her head as she pressed a finger into her cheek. "Don't be silly, I wouldn't do something like that." She said with a soft smile as she stood up onto her feet and began to survey the area. "I just... find it to be somewhat sad. That after seeing all those horrors, knowing all the terrible things that have happened, that even in your limited view of the world you'd still turn towards villainy just because you want some sense of self-understanding." Her fingers scratched against bark on the tree as she started to pick at the chains on each hand. "Though I suppose I can understand the fear of inaction, knowing that you're not strong enough to be able to make a difference." There was a sudden coldness in her voice as she turned back to Vlad and the little dog. When attempted to poke her cheek she didn't pull away, but she didn't smile, and when he pulled his hand back chains would rev over the spot where she just poked as if a warning that she wasn't playing around anymore. "So you like scary things huh?" She mused slowly as she leaned her back against the tree she was near. She started to laugh ominously, much like a villain in an actual horror movie. Then she suddenly began to strip, taking off her shirt and shorts leaving only her pantie and bra on as she kicked off her socks and shoes. Letting her feet acclimated to the leafy grounds that she treaded on. "It's only the two of us... well three if you include the dog but I don't want her to be involved with this." She said as she started to stretch her arms and legs. "I had a fun thought just now... I could kill you right here and right now. Take care of one more potential villain before they hit their stride..." The chains underneath her skin erupted suddenly, rolling across her body wildly as her red eyes intensified on Vlad. "But that wouldn't be right... I think that there's hope. A little sliver, that maybe you too can be redeemed." She took a step towards Vlad. "So here's what we're going to do, I'm going to try and kill you. And you're going to try and survive, fight back, because running away isn't going to help you." She assured that there was only one way this was going to end. "Because if you can survive long enough, prove to me that you have the heart and spirit to fight those terrible vampires that are in your family instead of cowering away in the woods like a lonesome ray running from the big cats." The chains on her body started to heat up as she lashed a kick towards Vlad's direction. "BEcaUSe ThIS HorRoR StORy iS ReaL!" Her voice boomed with a blood lust as she let loose her wild convictions upon Vlad. Let the Battle Begin! Tech's 'N LP 'N Stats
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| Duck | Jul 31 2017, 09:43 PM Post #18 |
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P-PANTIES?! Minutes before Vladimir found himself exposed to cute undies... "You're a hell of a girl! Got guts, too, and a sweet outlook on shit. Maaaaan, that's great... No, that's better than great that you wouldn't kill me. I wouldn't kill you, either. This conversation is getting kind of weird, and I can almost taste the grave I'm digging myself," he muttered while tapping his fingers against his bottom lip in mild confusion. The direction this conversation was going was... awfully interesting. Sad? He sat up abruptly and tilted his head at her much like Chekhov was doing at his side toward her befuddled owner. His brows were raised upward as the moon tensed to an honest thrill, and he hummed out a questionable blurb of sound before yelping. Red tainted his face from ear to ear, and he slapped both hands up to his face kicking back several feet the second Farren had begun to strip down to nothing but her underwear. "H-HEY! NO NEED TO GET HASTY, DOLL FACE! THIS- THIS IS A HANG OUT, RIGHT?! LIKE, DATE FIRST, MAYBE A MOVIE... Probably a shower- I'm getting ahead of myself here." Pale hands waved around in the air frantic as he completely misunderstood the situation without Farren explaining herself, but he found himself stilling as he sat on the ground. Arms fell into his lap, and he cocked up a brow toward her intentions. Kill him? Chains revved along her pale skin, and he scanned her body from toe to hair taking in the gravity of his situation. So, he thought right! Cheeks were still coated in a fine red dust, but he slapped his palms against his face to rid him of any intruding thoughts. This was far better than the silly motions that ran through his mind. His mouth spread into a wide toothy grin, fangs jabbing out over one another bottom to top, and he climbed up to a stand holding his hand down waving to the Akita sniffing and barking at his shoes. "Back up, Checkers. This'll be a rough catch," he spoke in a thick tone of Russian. Chekhov's ears shot upward, and she looked between the two gearing up individuals before woofing at them both. She trotted off toward a bush scuttling her way up underneath it for safe keeping. Clearly, she'd done this before. Understanding that this was a fight he'd have to take part of in order to keep his life, he, too, began to take off his jacket, shirt, and the buckle to his jeans. Once he was down to nothing but a lame pair of hot pink puppy boxers, Vladimir flexed his fingers and chuckled ominously, "Sucks when your quirk fucks up your clothes, right?" REEEVVVVV! Wicked chains swiped upward in a vicious kick, and Vladimir clicked his tongue at her speed. He knew nothing of her capabilities aside from the basics of her quirk. Unable to react quick enough to dodge her crazy movements, vivid eyes equally as blood thirsty as Farren's snapped to the right at the incoming chains that threatened to rip him to shreds. He instinctively shoved up his palm smacking it forward shoving her kick out of his way, but he wasn't lucky enough to get away from the chains. They cut and sliced at his palms leaving a fresh ooze of red to splatter down his forearm and into the creeks muddy sidelines. Her voice touched at his senses in a way that was opposite of what he had originally thought of her. Now converted to the intent to kill him, she held an air to her that reeked chaos and havoc. Overjoyed, thrilled, and scared out of his mind, Vladimir breathed out a harsh exhale while shaking his palm and twitching his fingers, blood coating each digit generously. "Vampires are fucked up, sure, but damn don't diss the woods!" The whole point he took all his clothes off was for the specific transformation he had in mind; wolf form. There were a few kinks he had yet to kick out of the transformation, but he hopped for the best in terms of mobility against someone as speedy and quick witted as Farren made herself out to be. This was in the highest of senses a survival test! Vladimir would have swept his body down by entering into a crouch and leaping forward like a frog behind Farren avoiding direct skin to skin contact fearful of the blades cutting him to pieces. Mid-leap, he whipped his head down and barrel rolled shifting from that of a human into one of his many beast forms; a big furry black wolf. Nothing fancy, this transformation, and incredibly typical of a shape shifting individual, but he knew better than anyone that animals were strange creatures capable of different abilities. Milky teeth spread as thick black lips puffed up, and he snarled at Farren from behind her back creating a sound quite like her noisy chains. Ears flicked in all directions as he dashed forward leaping upward in an attempt to catch her shoulder, arm, or forearm by the slobbery mess of his maw, angry black nails and paws raised upward at her body. Transformations did not mean that his wounds weren't visible, and the gash that continued to weep blood appeared proud and long against the thick black pad of his paw. Fur on his left paw was matted and sleeker in color due to the blood. ...He wasn't as scary as he could have been due to the tight pink boxers still clung to his fluffy behind. The tail stuck out weirdly over the grey elastic band, and ultimately made him appear strange. AWOOOOOO Summary Post! |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 1 2017, 12:35 AM Post #19 |
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Any other girl might've found it shameful to battle in just their undergarments. But until she got a proper suit that let her use her chains without shredding her clothes this was the best that she could do. But once she was set in her ways, her conviction, her determination to see through the the end her bloody decision it would take quite a lot to get her out. Not even the possible embarrassing and otherwise infatuating words from Vlad's mouth would get her out of this craze. Feeling the slicing of flesh against her feet she figured that she was doing well enough to start this frenzy. But she wasn't going to end there, and she was hoping that Vlad would put u enough of a fight that she could get a better understanding of what he truly would fight for. And once he leaped over her back she kept her eyes tracked on her him as e morphed into a wolf mid jump. "CLotHEs HoLD me BAck." She brought her arms close as his movements quickened, she didn't want to play defense, but if he was going get up close she was going to punish him properly. And when she leaped towards her direction, her red eyes just stared back, undaunted, unphased, unafraid of the beast clawing right at her. And as Vlad's mouth opened to chomp down on arm chains erupted and rolled across her arm. Sure it didn't mitigate the pain and she winced as the teeth sank into her flesh, but oddly enough she pushed her arm further into Vlad's mouth as if trying to reach the back of his throat while the chains on her arm would slice and dice at his throat. "I DoN't FEaR BeaSTS or BooGEymeN..." She reached her other arm to press towards his mouth as if trying to push its way into Vlad's mouth with her arm and to make him either choke on his own blood or by both of her chain rolled arms. LP & Tech's
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| Duck | Aug 1 2017, 05:42 AM Post #20 |
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FUCK! Strong jaws laced in a thick set of sharp teeth including the four pronounced canines that stuck with Vladimir no matter the transformation latched onto the skin of Farren's tainted arm. For the briefest of seconds he felt a sliver of accomplishment, but quickly found himself in a compromised situation of turmoil. Chains ripped at the inner workings of his elongated muzzle, the roof of his mouth slicing and spurting blood left and right as lines of chain ripped away. This situation felt strangely familiar as her hand came up to clamp along his twitching, snarling maw that revved in its own chain like gargle. Spirited Away! Bright eyes of a striking red coated in a fine film of glossiness as the chains squared at his throat. Snarls and striking howls shifted into a frightful spit of canine whimpers gargled and wet. As quickly as she begun to reach further into the mass of his throat he unlatched his teeth from her skin hacking her arms from his throat, lower legs moving to slam at her stomach to shove her off of his gushing mouth. If this succeeded and he managed to yank her arms free from his now river like jaw, he would stumble back a step shifting from a black wolf back into his boxer clad pale figure. The color crimson decorated everything from his bottom lip down to his collarbones, fresh cuts stinging to all hell on the insides of his throat. Sore, bleeding heavily in two places, and filled to the brim in adrenaline boosted thrill, Vladimir hissed, teeth flashing out over glossy lips. He decided to back up several feet and wave his bleeding palm at her in the signature 'come at me' hand gesture. That wolf transformation had barely lasted a minute, but in the midst of a fight for his life a minute meant centuries upon eons. Stalling, he shifted the palm that wasn't tainted in red upward clamping it against his mouth in an attempt to seal in some of the blood. He swiped his tongue over his teeth, but noticed that one in the back on his lower right was missing. Interesting. Too pained to speak, he spat a glob of blood on the grass and snort at Farren. Only a few more seconds... He'd learned something new, however. She could summon the chains upward in directed spots like a giant chain of sorts. Wincing, one eye shut tight as the other remained open, but he clenched his fist digging his fingers against the cut in his palm countering the burn that tackled his throat. Determination to live overrode the idea of winning at this point, and like Farren had said this was a manner of life and death. Just a couple more seconds... Spooky Post Summary
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 1 2017, 02:41 PM Post #21 |
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The spray of blood, the sight of her prey reeling back from the pain, it was what she wanted to see. But what she wanted to understand was what that pain and bloodletting would reveal from him, was he nothing more than a nashing beast when cornered? Or would he find something to put that bloody mouth to use rather than feral biting and speaking out like a fool in the face of danger. She was pushed back slightly, her arms covered in blood and a few strips of flesh as her hands twitched a little. Raking teeth still hurt, even if she thought that Vlad got the worse end of the trade. But as she closed her hands together she could feel her blood pumping, the chains underneath her skin fully speed up. Her eyes squinted as she saw Vlad retreating away, "No RuNnInG!" The blood-curdling call was only followed by the sound of chains revving across her body once again as the chains wheeled around her feet and over her chest. A spinning wheel of shredding chains that grinded against the ground, spraying leaves and dirt as she chased after Vlad. Weaving around the trees to cover her approach as she spun towards him before erupting from behind one in an attempt to slice right into him again. "YoU FiGHt oR YoU DIe!" Fully Revved Up Techs, LP, OoC Stuff, and Summary
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| Duck | Aug 1 2017, 05:23 PM Post #22 |
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She didn't take a liking to his hasty retreat, and his brows shot up as her chains proceeded to split and create a strange circular motion. They revved and spun, and before he could spit out a curse she was clambering forward toward him at top speed. The internal timer that prevented him from shifting his body as he pleased had long since ticked, but he needed the right time to strike. Like a viper, his attacks were only viable if he knew what he was doing! Against a crazed chain revving demon lady? Hot, but he refuses to die today! Her voice screeched out from behind him, and he spun around snapping his jaw tight rattling his teeth. "Zesty!" Chains burst from the treeline to his right spurring a squeal of surprise out of Vladimir. His tongue flopped out over his teeth, a cackle spitting off as he rag dolled to the forest floor. His body dropped down to a low crouch, shoulders hunched and head ducked down. The speedy drop could only do so much against a flying set of chains that sliced at the back of his shoulders, and a twist of pain contorted on his face. Eyes squinted, but he pressed forward by shaking his head and swallowing a mouthful of his own blood. His head snapped up to face Farren, and he shape shifted everything from shoulders up into a roaring mass of black fur and teeth. Lunch Break, as he liked to call it. Fluffy coned ears twitched as he kicked at the ground snapping his mouth open, feline teeth coated in blood from the cuts on the roof and around the insides of his throat. The smell of blood tickled his lion's nose, and he heaved a blood thirsty roar as he launched forward aiming his bloodied palms toward her neck as a place of grip. The consequences of touching a chain spinning babe was extreme, but his lion induced brain only thought of attacking vitals for a swift charge. His jaw angled itself in an aim for her throat, his body sweeping upward, arms stretched, and his mane sticky with blood! "RRRRRRRRR-- EAT OR BE EATEN-- RRRRAAAAR! Killing me- Rrrrrr- Takes more than that," he roared out in a much different voice from his typical husky scratch. There was a feline twist to it, and a smudge of a hiss swirled in the mix. Nasty. ![]() Vamp Summary |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 1 2017, 10:10 PM Post #23 |
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He couldn't run, she wouldn't let him, and the only air that he'd let him breathe would be the bloody mist that came from his own eviscerated throat. Brute savagery brought on only more brute savagery, as she collided with him, her chains rolling maddeningly as she felt more muscle and skin rip apart and flow on her chains. It was like cleaving out corruption from the body, with every strike she was sure that he'd either die with his lack of conviction, or something new would replace the blood that he lost. And as her wheeling chains slowed down for a minute as she turned to face him she saw the maw of a lion lunging at her throat. Another beast, it seemed that he wasn't lying when he brought up the fact that he could only change forms of animals. But it seemed that the transformations were only partial in nature. "Yes... I'd hope that it would take more than that." For a brief second, it seemed that her previous personality had spoken as she watched Vlad's bestial face approach him. But her eyes didn't focus on that the lion's face but the rest of his body, human arms, human legs, a human heart that was as vulnerable as any others. "BeCauSE IF yoU'Re WeAk LIke THis you'LL NeVEr EscAPe!" As Vlad's maw approached her neck she bent backward, Vlad's teeth barely missing her neck as the wheel of chains around her body revved up once again. She imagined that it would be hilarious to cut him from the balls up to his neck. First the pain of losing one's manhood, then the pain of losing their heart. But she withheld the idea and instead went for the simpler move of kicking a chain revved foot up towards his gut in her bent position. She had to keep on the attack, less she loses the advantage of her speed. All the same however, she had started to see the glimpse of what she was hoping for, a fighting spirit... all he needed was for it to be directed at the right thing. LP & Tech's
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| Duck | Aug 1 2017, 11:15 PM Post #24 |
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Running was next to impossible when up against a speed demon such as Farren. His teeth snapped down thundering a chomp at the air as she slipped from his jaws clamp, and his beady eyes of red glared thin cat slivers at her as she angled herself backward. The lion partial granted Vladimir a taste into the world of frenzy, and Farren's blood that stuck to his fuzzy muzzle fueled his drive to push further clawing his hands up at her revving skin. Rounded, fluffy ears shot forward to attention at the immediate change in her voice, but her normal tone had been short lived. The horrors continued fast and freaky, and due to his body nearly being atop Farren's he felt a sharp slash at his gut. Skin cut against her buzzed kick oozing out pockets of red. Fat feline lips puffed and whiskers twitched as he showed off a crimson set of teeth, a nasty hiss flushing out as his tongue pulled back against the sliced roof of his mouth. Partial transformations were his saving grace, but he knew better than to attempt any of the several partials he had in mind aside from the lions head. Tentacles would be ripped to shreds, and he could easily lose an arm to her chains. Shape shifting into a black rat would be cowardly, and bat teeth wouldn't do him any good due to her speed outmatching his by a long run. He'd never get another chance to properly bite her. Annoyed that the kick had caught him enough to spur more of a mess atop the forest floor, Vladimir took a daring move and snatched her ankle into a steely grip attempting to twist it by flicking a rough, vicious yank of his arms twisting to the right. He kept his burly head forward facing Farren listening out for chains that threatened to take his life, and he would have dug his nails into her skin by using his normal, blood soaked fingers, though one hand was considerably less strong in its grip and shaking uncomfortably. He was struggling at this point, vision a touch dotted, and his breathing short and choppy. Blood loss mixed in the fray of a raging fight was never a good idea. "I'm- I'm not- Rrrrrr... Weak! Only a piece'a shit coward would pussy out of a fight for his own life!" She was an absolute legend in his eyes even if she was trying to put him six feet under the ground. Farren's providing him an opportunity, and he can't say he isn't interested in what was to come of this battle if he survived. Though, truthfully, he was becoming more and more confused about his own resolve as the fight continued onward. Meanwhile... Chekhov has found a butterfly! She's playing and pawing at it by the creek not paying attention to the mess that's occurring further into the woods. Yummy Post Summary
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 2 2017, 12:39 AM Post #25 |
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The chains on her feet twisted in turn violently as Vlad's last ditch effort had twisted her ankle and in turn messed up the chain circuit on her foot. The audible cry of pain coming from her direction as she twisted her body to roll with the injury as best she could, nonetheless she stood wobbling on one leg. Even with a twisted ankle, she was certain that he had been receiving far worse punishment than she had. His fighting was admirable, even at a disadvantage he never gave up or coward away in the face of adversity or inevitable doom. But it was easy to believe that when you thought that there was a sliver of hope that you would be able to survive. She had to push him further, to the wavering point where he'd have to decide whether he'd choose the easy cold death or the painful vicious agony of surviving with such tenuous injuries. The chains around her chest began to rev around violently once again in a wheeled, if her leg was injured she'd just have to skate towards him on one foot. And as she felt exhaustion starting to set in her body accelerated towards him once again, pushing away dirt and rocks as she charged towards him. It looked as though she'd never stop short of anything that wasn't clearing right through his body. And then she stopped just short of him. "..." She brought stopped her arm only inches away from him, silent as her red eyes narrowed as if trying to find something deep within him before deciding whether or not to execute him right then and there. "You can decide right here right now..." She spoke calmly as the chains revved up like an actual chain saw. "You can fight, for something you believe in. Or you can die here, cold... alone... bleeding and have your dog comfort you while the worms eat away at your flesh." She brought her arm closer to him. "What do you choose? What do you want to fight for? What will you be willing to die for?" She asked waiting to hear the answer from the boy. |
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| Duck | Aug 2 2017, 01:22 AM Post #26 |
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Twisting her ankle had worked! A pang of relief trickled through his weakened body as an audible cry graced his sensitive hearing, but despite himself he didn't get a kick out of it like he normally would have. Rather, when Farren cried out as her ankle was twisted he felt a twitch in his lip pulling down into a frown. That doesn't sound right, he thought to himself confused by his own antics, and evidently his fabricating morals. He grew disheartened as the sounds of a revving chain kicked back up far worse than any chainsaw he'd heard. The chilling racket on his brain made his rounded feline ears flatten into the mass of splattered matte hairs. Lips yanked upward snarling out a shrill hiss, and he raised up both arms in an 'X' formation preparing his body for the next round of Freddy Kruger's delight. All the while his eyes remained focused on Farren's equally terrifying stare. The circular rev of her chains had him shoving his heel into the ground and bracing for impact, eyes squeezed shut and one hand pulled into a tight fist. ...Uh. Birds sang their songs and the sounds of a rushing creek was all he could hear throughout the woods. Shaky arms kept their stance, but he blinked his eyes open shifting his gaze onto Farren who stood merely inches from where he stood. The chains had ceased their deadly screeches, but her hand was still there and held an air of authority to it that he felt obliged to obey. His ears tipped forward bringing her words to attention. Her tone; she had changed again! "What do you choose? What do you want to fight for? What will you be willing to die for?" What he hadn't expected was a self evaluation. A cleansing of sorts out of this entire endeavor. For the longest time all he did was keep his arms up in their cross in front of his face not saying a word breathing out heavy rasps of air. This question... Arms dropped down at either of his sides, and he shook his head from side to side shagging his matted fur around until he returned back to being nothing more than a delinquent silver skinned Vampire. Dark circles beneath his eyes felt far more pronounced than normal, and if it were possible he may have even come off as a more deadly pale than he already was! Blood coated every inch on the lower half of his face and the better half of his neck. The amount of scratches and gashes on his body was rough, and he could feel his tongue beginning to swell with irritation. Before he answered, the pale teen raised up his numbed hand that carried a drying, blood oozing gash across the palm. He tried to pull his fingers in to no avail, and he pressed a hard frown finally showing a different expression that wasn't fang splitting smiles. "Hard to say... Being a hero isn't what I'd choose if that's what you're asking. Neither can I be the run of the mill citizen who lives day to day without a piece of action." He paused to wince and lower his arm back down to his side breathing out a harsh sigh. A pink tongue stuck out, and Vladimir spat blood on the forest floor before continuing lightheartedly, "I'd rather not put my dog through that. If I think about it that way, I wouldn't want anyone to be put through that. One fight isn't going to magically change my mind on everything, but... I wouldn't mind doing the dirty work if it means keeping normal people on the down low. If that makes sense. Ugh, man... This is, like, making my head hurt worse." The crackle of her chains continued to act as a thread as she moved closed, and he bared his teeth showing defiance, but held no threat to his words as he jabbed the thumb of his good hand at his bare red splattered chest, "I rather like living, thank you." Truth be told he gave off the impression of a lost, confused, and heavily troubled mind. The way his brows were creased and how his attention kept drifting off as he ran thoughts through his mind gave way to his utter drift on what he thought he knew, and what he's being taught. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 2 2017, 05:57 PM Post #27 |
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She was still waiting for an answer from Vlad as she kept her arm pointed at him, she was hobbling on one leg but all the same she still had a cold intensity in her eyes. But at least he seemed to be thinking, despite all the pain and injuries that he had gone through. "I'm not asking you to be a hero, you don't... honestly seem the type. Not in the traditional sense at least." Her eyes intensified, "And I don't think you'd fit what I'd declare as a proper hero anyway. Still... even normal people can put down corruption and suffering." She pulled her arm back, seemingly a little satisfied with his initial answer. "It's simple... if you were strong enough or had the man power, would you go and serve retribution upon those cursed vampires you call family? Hunt them down and make sure that they don't spread like a plague upon men?" The chains in her body receded back underneath her skin. "Of course I didn't expect to change your thinking completely in one day, after all you're still weak in a few ways." She hobbled on one foot as she tried to hop around until she could get a tree to lean on. "You may live, but we're not done." She said as she tried to find where she had put her backpack among all these trees. "There's potential for you to do good, even as a villain, as much as it pains me to believe. Villians hunting villains... that's the only redemption you should strive for. And if you seek thrills there are plenty of villains for you to hunt for." She managed to hop over to her backpack, she managed to flop over onto it. Carefully inspecintg her swollen ankle as she reached into her bag. "I brought this in the event that maybe I'd hurt myself during my training, but you'll probably need these more than me." Some disinfectant and bandages were in her hand though she tossed them over to Vlad as she continued to rummage around her backpack. She rolled a bottle of water his way as well, not sure as to whether it would help him with his bleeding mouth well enough or not. "Stitch yourself back up, if you intend to live you're going to be put to a better purpose than aimlessly wandering around the woods." She said as she pressed her hands against her foot, trying her best to massage the pain out of her foot. |
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| Duck | Aug 3 2017, 09:13 PM Post #28 |
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"I'm not asking you to be a hero, you don't... honestly seem the type. Not in the traditional sense at least." She made her point as clear as day that he wasn't... the heroic type. Eyes shifted off of her chained form averting themselves on a busted ankle that Farren kept her weight off of. The initial twist had been completely out of self defense, but he almost felt bad for what he'd done. Almost. Considering she sliced him like ham on Christmas day he'd assume it was a fair trade in this miniature pain Olympics they'd set up out of the blue. His body had long since begun breaking down out of the much needed adrenaline rush, and he slouched his shoulders holding his gashed palm up against his chest by the use of his decent arm. Tired as all get out, but not dumb enough to right out collapse into a rest by Farren of all people, Vladimir slumped along stalking behind the girl in question as she hobbled in search of her bag. All the while she spoke he quietly listened to what she had to say on the matter that was his moral compass. Her questions sunk in as they moved from tree to tree, and he focused his attention on the bare of her shoulders whilst following in thought. A villain, but one that does good in a sense, he mulled over as he watched his near-killer drop down atop an ample bag of equipment. "There's potential for you to do good, even as a villain, as much as it pains me to believe. Villains hunting villains... that's the only redemption you should strive for. And if you seek thrills there are plenty of villains for you to hunt for." Again, she's caught him off guard. Matted, blood soaked hair flicked to the side when he shot a questionable squint of the eyes on her person unsure of what to make of her statement. Villains... hunting villains... "Rig- Ssss, ow...- ...Right. A villain hunting other villains for the sake of safety. Not gonna lie, that sounds almost gimmicky, but it does sound better than doing nothing for nothing. Why kill two birds with one rock when you can get a much bigger bird to eat the other two birds. The circle of life at it's fine- Ow," he yelped as a roll of bandages and a nifty bottle of spray disinfectant smacked him on the cheek. Both hands fumbled catching the two items before he breathed out a sigh and eased himself down to a sit a foot or so away in front of Farren. Though they were on fair grounds now, he didn't trust her enough to relax himself in case of any surprises. Being out in the open so much as he has he's learned a thing or two about being attacked at the least possible expected second, so he kept to himself with his legs folded, shoulders as squared as he could manage in his woozy state, and his hands getting to work on what needed patching. A water bottle tapped against his knee, and he nodded out a quiet thank you while taking it up to his mouth. His bad hand hurt too much to try and uncap it the natural way, so he bite the neck of the bottle and ripped it off with his teeth. Crisis averted! Several desperate gulps of water later he stuck out his cut tongue over his bottom teeth and decided to poor the water onto his palm. As he got to work with patching his hand, the spot that bled the worst out of all his injuries, he hummed out a small song before speaking up. "Mmm... Mmm, mmm... About your question earlier. If it was strong enough, or rather I had the man power, would I go after my family? Everyone aside from my Mother, yes. I don't see why not. To hell with them, but I can't do that yet. Certainly a goal to keep in the back of my mind, but I'm not so sure a seventeen year old brat is much against eleven or twelve warhead human haters above their forties. In the distant future I'll be sure to do what I can, but help could be arranged. Only if I see fit, though. If it wasn't clear enough by now I'm a bit picky about what and who I talk to." Exhaustion tickled at the ends of his sight, and he bite his bottom lip as he sprayed his palm down with disinfectant. "Jeeee-SUS! That hurts like a fucking bitch." Swallowing, he glanced up watching Farren press onto her ankle, and he shook his head while pointing a finger over at her foot, "You uh... It'd be better to not touch it like that, yeah? There's a rule with sprained ankles called RICE. Rest, ice, compression, and elevation. One'a the worst things you can do within the first few days of tearing a ligament in your ankles is rubbing it with your hands, or touching it in general I guess? Usually that shit'll fuck your blood up and warm up the skin which is, like, the opposite of what you want." As nonchalant as possible, Vladimir scooted forward and tapped his hand at hers trying to get her to quit massaging her ankle. Being the anatomical nutter that he is, knowing medical related instances were equally as important to his field of knowledge when it came to his own quirk. Thinking quick, he reached for the water bottle that had yet to be completely emptied and rested it against her ankle as lightly as possible. There was no ice nearby, but the bottle was cool enough to act as a lame replacement. He chuckled out a dry laugh that sounded as scratchy as it was a bit hoarse due to the evident terrors inside his throat while he reached for the bandages he hadn't yet wrapped around his hand. What he'd planned to do was wrap up his palm and then work on the mess that was his stomach, but instead he pulled out the bandages and would have worked on wrapping Farren's ankle in a specific manner. "Damn, that is a nasty twist, man... Generally when an ankle gets all fucked up it's because either the calcaneofibular or anterior talofibular ligaments are fuckin' torn to hell, but in most cases both of them end up snapping which causes a sprain when a fuckers ankle goes CRK! Pretty cool, right? Plus, like, this is some dangerous shit unlike the bull you snapped on me. Sure, my throat is totally on fire and I can't feel my hand and some of my wrist, but a sprained ankle or worse some torn ligaments can become a permanent disaster if it isn't immediately taken cared of. Human Anatomy one 'o one," he rattled on and on as he worked on her firmly compacting her ankle enough to breathe, but tight enough to sustain blood flow. The process was much harder and ultimately a pain as his right hand struggled to work with him, but he kept on doing as he could. Unsurprisingly, his own blood had mixed onto the bandages, but for the most part a good bit of the bleeding from the cuts had either begun to slow or were too clotted to continue gushing. As stated before, the real threat was currently his numbing hand. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Aug 3 2017, 11:39 PM Post #29 |
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It seemed that he was willing to take the words honestly. Or maybe he wasn't, it would have to take time to figure that all out. But for now the fact that he was receptive was a good sign, maybe he'd be scared to follow her words or maybe he truly did accept them. All the same, she wasn't harboring a wrathful stare at him any longer. "You wouldn't be in so much pain if you learned to keep that mouth of your shut." It really was one of his biggest flaws, that yapping jaw of his that was probably spitting out more words than it was blood. He seemed to be somewhat on the fence about hunting down these vampires. To some extent she could understand, being a martyr with no point except to voice his displeasure wouldn't help. "Fine, then you should dedicate yourself to making yourself stronger so that you can execute them without difficulty. You're looking at this the wrong way..." She paused as she looked at him with some soft sympathy. "You're a young man in their prime in terms of physical strength, you'll be able to reach peak performance and quick ability now. And what they have against that is years of knowledge..." She continued to knead her ankle, seemingly focusing on some kind of knot at the back of her ankle. "When you're ready, you'll be able to systematically assassinate the first few without raising alarm. And then if you need firepower or group in numbers there are always those willing to help in that regard I'm sure." She wouldn't have minded joining herself if she didn't have her own hit list to concern with. She stuck her tongue out at Vlad as she ignored his advice initially as she pointed to the knot she was messing with. "I get that, but when you twisted my ankle like that you also made these chains in my foot lock up and twist together. It's like a muscle cramp but sharp, pointy, and metal... if I massage it like this then eventually it straights back into the circuits under my skin." As she finished speaking the knot seemingly loosened as she let out a sigh of relief once the chains went back into place. The sound of the metal sliding back onto her skin was euphoric as she laid on her back for a moment. Still, she didn't seem to shy away from Vlad's attempt to properly bandage her own ankle. She just kept a close eye on him to make sure he didn't intend to rip off her foot. "Admittedly that was a nice move you did..." She said trying to replicate the motions with her hand. "I don't use my hands much in fighting, but it seems like it would be a good move to use nonetheless, is there any trick to it?" The boy seemed smarter than his big mouth would let on at times, which both annoyed and intrigued her at the same time. |
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| Duck | Aug 4 2017, 12:47 AM Post #30 |
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... Maybe he should have thought about that! It hadn't occurred to him in the slightest bit that her quirk could be the menace to her ankle, but had automatically assumed that she had been working on her ankle improperly. He relied too heavily on his own experiences of broken bones, torn ligaments, and various other injuries induced by his quirk that he hadn't considered that her chains could have had a play in the act. Regardless if it was completely fixed or not he finished the wrap and sat back on his butt with his arm slung loose in his lap. Fingers twitched off and on as he breathed out a scratchy sigh. The pain on... everything was starting to tick at the back of his mind, but he instead focused on Farren fixated on listening to her speak on about his intentions. Vague nods were inserted every so often, but he laughed out a goofy snort that made him wince. "Yeah... Man, I got a huge mouth that never shuts up! Like, God, I talk a fuck ton when I'm super nervous. Not as easy as every lemon squeeze, you know." The softness in her voice tackled him down at her sudden burst of encouragement, though light and praising he found it endearing. A physical prime, he wondered, but then paused and thought, She has a point... He squeezed his eyes tight puffing out a sigh of frustration. His head was killing him! If it wasn't his brain trying to assemble his views together like a sewing project, it was Farren shooting him in what he'd call 'thought ammunition'. "Sounds like a plan, Stan. Fuck 'em, and I'll take their shit while I'm at it. Loot 'n boot, right? The only thing I worry about is, like, finding people who are willing to tackle that kind of mission. They're totally the final boss in my world," he joked as light as he could manage in his distressed state. An impish smile graced him in its usual twist befitting of a crooked boy, but he held zero hostility toward Farren. Rather, he relaxed a touch more than he was before lowering his shoulders back down and cradling his hand. Every so often he shifted and glanced at her ankle unsure of what to make of it. The twist was a reaction to her nearly slicing his insides out, but at the same time he felt bitter over causing her what he normally refused to cause. Much like a hunter would an animal, Vladimir believed in swift kills. Shooting or biting into vitals was a key part in who he was, and causing needless harm only earned suffering and unwarranted pain. His nose scrunched up as he opened and closed his mouth chewing on his lip. "Er... Sorry, should've thought about that beforehand. Basic patch shit is probably the only decent deed I can help with, but if it's quirk related like your chains then I'm a lost cause." Awkward wouldn't quite put it into perspective how weird it felt to have attempted to patch her ankle, but it was a natural need to do so. He was proud of his shit patchwork, however, and fell down to lay on his side not too far from where Farren lay. The grass felt cool and soft like a bed beneath him, and his eyes lidded to a lazy half close as he listened for anything nearby per habit. Her voice spoke up amidst the quiet of the woods, and he shifted his head upward blinking at her short praise and inquire over how he'd twisted her ankle. Delighted to give insight, the not so Vampire teenager scooted upward and rested on his elbow as he explained in strange detail, "Hands are the humans natural tools. They're incredibly versatile if people learned to use them correctly, but most times everyone relies on weapons. The trick is knowing the anatomy of what you're fighting. For example, the twist I used on your ankle wouldn't have worked if I grabbed to high onto the tibia or fibula. Instead I would have broken those bones, but I gripped around your ankle so I could fuck up the ligaments. As a rule of thumb I don't normally do shit like that. I kind of panicked and, like, freaked out so I bitched out and tried snapping your foot which you seem to favor. Pretty neat, actually. I'm not a foot dude, so I'm not the best at kicks 'n shit." He opened up his mouth and pointed a finger at the sharp set of bottom and top fangs that sat in his mouth like a pair of knives. Each one equally as sharp, but the top two held a far greater length than the bottom did. "These are my favorite to use in a fight. Hands come second, and then if I have it I'll use a claws and nails. Though, that's a fuckin' pain thanks to the bullshit that is my quirk in the midst of a fight. There's a trick to what I can and can't do, but that isn't important. Long story short it'd be a good idea to study human anatomy, or, hell, point at a place and I'll label it. It's better to know what all the vital shit is so kills are swift, quick, and less of a hassle slash clean up, if you catch my drift!" |
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