Bouncer chokes on peanuts and dies [ASMR]
- Last Seen: 7 mos ago
- Joined: 3 yrs ago
- Posts: 174 (0.19 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- druidquest 3 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Fetzen,
BANNED98364,
Blaze Gamma
Status
Recent Statuses
1 yr ago
Current
monkey want mahou shoujo
2
likes
2 yrs ago
monkey want fate rp
3 yrs ago
apparently i can leave myself visitor messages so thats a good system
1
like
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Rabbit wasn’t sure what time it was when she finally found a convenience store that didn’t immediately try to call the cops or lock her out the minute they saw her. Seriously, they acted like they’d never seen blood before. They did know where they lived, right? The store glimmered like a beacon on the next corner, fluorescent signs and decals on the front surface seeming to darken the lights coming from inside. It seemed empty as she approached, not yet receiving the trickle of strays who had to be up earlier than decent people. That was good; fewer people to balk at the sight of her.
Rabbit’s eyes met her face in the reflection of the glass door as she reached for the handle, and she flinched as if in pain. She had caught glimpses of herself in the reflective windows of the city all the time she’d been wandering around, and each time felt like she was meeting eyes with a totally naked stranger, the way she could know who it was meant to be without recognizing it. Rabbit had absolutely no idea how people could be so attached to looking at that bizarre, disturbing face staring back at them with such regularity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the door open and stepping into the store.
“Welcome to 24-7,” the clerk yawned, not looking up from the questionable cartoon program she was watching on a small screen behind the counter. The audio played somewhat quietly through the store’s PA system. A real surround-sound experience. Rabbit left the woman to her porn and turned to look for any clothes the store might be selling, finding them in a corner to the right of the entrance. It wasn’t a great selection, but it wasn’t covered in her blood yet, either. She grabbed a few things and stepped over to the counter, fishing a wad of cash out of her pocket.
The clerk glanced at the bundle of blood-soaked bills as Rabbit placed them on the counter, then clicked her tongue before looking back at the screen. “Just take ‘em.”
Fair enough. “Bathroom?” she asked, grabbing the money and stuffing it back in her pocket. The clerk pointed limply, not gracing Rabbit with her voice any further.
The bathroom door didn’t really have a working lock; trying to lock the door instead pushed the door away from the frame, letting people peek inside despite also, somewhat ironically, wedging the door enough that it couldn’t be opened. So… in a way, it did have a working lock, just with a pretty big negative side effect. She left it unlocked.
Rabbit peeled the tattered, singed, bloodstained suit off herself, tossing the worthless garments at the trash bin she moved to block the door. She turned the faucet on, pulling out several paper towels and soaking them to wipe herself down with. The ash and coagulated blood clinging to her stained them dark brown and black, and it took nearly the full roll before she felt satisfied with how clean she was.
The clothing was loose and breezy, a pleasant change from the tight stickiness she’d had to deal with that night. A white tank top, Cubs shirt, dark blue basketball shorts, crew socks, and hot pink flip flops. Rabbit thought it looked pretty nice, all things considered. They didn’t have any masks like the one she’d had before, but she did grab a black face mask and a hockey mask to go over it. Not quite the 360-degree coverage Rabbit was used to, but she supposed it would work. She let the hockey mask sit askew on the side of her head for now.
Rabbit stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she stepped out of the bathroom, kicking the bin full of her old bloodstained suit to one side. There was some kind of commotion outside, and she glanced over to see a line of patrol cars roar past, sirens blaring. So they did still respond to emergencies then. Good to know. Rabbit stopped in front of a shelf full of snack foods, considering grabbing something. She hadn’t eaten in… nearly fifteen hours, and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She picked up a snickers bar, opening the wrapper and raising it to her mouth with a glance at the clerk, who was predictably disinterested in her presence.
Rabbit pulled the cloth mask down, her teeth hovering over the mid-tier candy bar in preparation to take a bite. A loud crash on the street distracted her before she could; she turned her head toward the store’s front windows in mild curiosity just in time to see a half-crushed control car go hurtling past. Huh. She shoved the candy bar into her mouth with three bites, then pulled her face mask back up and tossed the wrapper aside before vanishing with a thp.
Sirens blanketed the streets of Chicago, waking the city into chaos before the sun had fully begun to creep over the horizon. Cops on the street cower behind patrol car barricades, or the remains of such. Gangs were one thing, but there was no training to prepare them for what was filling the streets under the dusk-gray morning sky.
A riot van swerved hard to avoid the oncoming charge of a brutish, horned lizard the same size it was. Common thugs jumped off the backs of pickup trucks, readying weapons the likes of which hadn’t yet been seen. Soldiers of metal dominating increasingly scarce bits of flesh march in disorganized formation what would normally be a busy street, some taking to the air with experimental jet packs, soaring clumsily over the heads of the police trying to maintain a defensive line - or exploding in midair when their flight suits proved less than stable. Twisted mutants crawled up to the surface of the city, pushing aside manhole covers or squeezing themselves out of rain gutters. A wild-eyed, savage-grinning young man strolled jauntily through the street, wisps of smoke rising off his skin, and standing in the middle of a crosswalk, having just sent a car hurtling through the air, a tall, four-armed woman with skin partially covered in black chitin rested a shotgun against her shoulder.
The city’s defenders wouldn’t be resting for a while yet.
Rabbit’s eyes met her face in the reflection of the glass door as she reached for the handle, and she flinched as if in pain. She had caught glimpses of herself in the reflective windows of the city all the time she’d been wandering around, and each time felt like she was meeting eyes with a totally naked stranger, the way she could know who it was meant to be without recognizing it. Rabbit had absolutely no idea how people could be so attached to looking at that bizarre, disturbing face staring back at them with such regularity. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, pushing the door open and stepping into the store.
“Welcome to 24-7,” the clerk yawned, not looking up from the questionable cartoon program she was watching on a small screen behind the counter. The audio played somewhat quietly through the store’s PA system. A real surround-sound experience. Rabbit left the woman to her porn and turned to look for any clothes the store might be selling, finding them in a corner to the right of the entrance. It wasn’t a great selection, but it wasn’t covered in her blood yet, either. She grabbed a few things and stepped over to the counter, fishing a wad of cash out of her pocket.
The clerk glanced at the bundle of blood-soaked bills as Rabbit placed them on the counter, then clicked her tongue before looking back at the screen. “Just take ‘em.”
Fair enough. “Bathroom?” she asked, grabbing the money and stuffing it back in her pocket. The clerk pointed limply, not gracing Rabbit with her voice any further.
The bathroom door didn’t really have a working lock; trying to lock the door instead pushed the door away from the frame, letting people peek inside despite also, somewhat ironically, wedging the door enough that it couldn’t be opened. So… in a way, it did have a working lock, just with a pretty big negative side effect. She left it unlocked.
Rabbit peeled the tattered, singed, bloodstained suit off herself, tossing the worthless garments at the trash bin she moved to block the door. She turned the faucet on, pulling out several paper towels and soaking them to wipe herself down with. The ash and coagulated blood clinging to her stained them dark brown and black, and it took nearly the full roll before she felt satisfied with how clean she was.
The clothing was loose and breezy, a pleasant change from the tight stickiness she’d had to deal with that night. A white tank top, Cubs shirt, dark blue basketball shorts, crew socks, and hot pink flip flops. Rabbit thought it looked pretty nice, all things considered. They didn’t have any masks like the one she’d had before, but she did grab a black face mask and a hockey mask to go over it. Not quite the 360-degree coverage Rabbit was used to, but she supposed it would work. She let the hockey mask sit askew on the side of her head for now.
Rabbit stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she stepped out of the bathroom, kicking the bin full of her old bloodstained suit to one side. There was some kind of commotion outside, and she glanced over to see a line of patrol cars roar past, sirens blaring. So they did still respond to emergencies then. Good to know. Rabbit stopped in front of a shelf full of snack foods, considering grabbing something. She hadn’t eaten in… nearly fifteen hours, and it was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She picked up a snickers bar, opening the wrapper and raising it to her mouth with a glance at the clerk, who was predictably disinterested in her presence.
Rabbit pulled the cloth mask down, her teeth hovering over the mid-tier candy bar in preparation to take a bite. A loud crash on the street distracted her before she could; she turned her head toward the store’s front windows in mild curiosity just in time to see a half-crushed control car go hurtling past. Huh. She shoved the candy bar into her mouth with three bites, then pulled her face mask back up and tossed the wrapper aside before vanishing with a thp.
Sirens blanketed the streets of Chicago, waking the city into chaos before the sun had fully begun to creep over the horizon. Cops on the street cower behind patrol car barricades, or the remains of such. Gangs were one thing, but there was no training to prepare them for what was filling the streets under the dusk-gray morning sky.
A riot van swerved hard to avoid the oncoming charge of a brutish, horned lizard the same size it was. Common thugs jumped off the backs of pickup trucks, readying weapons the likes of which hadn’t yet been seen. Soldiers of metal dominating increasingly scarce bits of flesh march in disorganized formation what would normally be a busy street, some taking to the air with experimental jet packs, soaring clumsily over the heads of the police trying to maintain a defensive line - or exploding in midair when their flight suits proved less than stable. Twisted mutants crawled up to the surface of the city, pushing aside manhole covers or squeezing themselves out of rain gutters. A wild-eyed, savage-grinning young man strolled jauntily through the street, wisps of smoke rising off his skin, and standing in the middle of a crosswalk, having just sent a car hurtling through the air, a tall, four-armed woman with skin partially covered in black chitin rested a shotgun against her shoulder.
The city’s defenders wouldn’t be resting for a while yet.
Aight so idea: Its the crack of dawn, like 5ish am, our heroes are probably about ready to pack it in for the night. But our mad scientists are aware that the heroes are onto to them, so they decide to run some distractions while they try to pack up and move deeper into hiding. This distraction is some of their "successful" experiments, half brainwashed and half out of their minds, released into the streets to cause utter chaos. Our heroes, exhausted as they are, have to push through and try to round these maniacs up.
Thots?
oh i love thots
Ugh, she was sweating! Well, not really, but she felt like she should be sweating, and that was just as bad! How many more of these bird things were there?! Well, actually, looking around, there weren’t really that many, maybe over a dozen? Wait, that was a lot, right? Or not really? They didn’t seem that tough now that she thought about it, raising her sword out of a cloud of smoke that used to be one of them. Maybe she was just really strong? Wasn’t she kind of awesome? Like, she had knocked that one crow guy out with her backpack. He’d gotten up after, but still. Wasn’t she just a total badass?
“Don’t get complacent,” the knight woman rebuked, knocking Mina out of her own head. Turning her head to look at the woman was weird. It was like she was there, but not. Was she a ghost? Was she possessed? “Focus, girl!”
Oh. Right. Mina turned her eyes back to the front, bringing her zweihander up just in time to block a downward swipe from one of the birdmen. She stepped forward, turning her block into a sideways slash and carving a line across the monster’s chest, turning it into yet another dissipating cloud of smoke. What were these things even made out of? Were they toxic? She wasn’t gonna get mesothelioma from breathing this stuff in, right? She wasn’t sure how she’d collect financial compensation from this if she did. She put one armored hand over her nose and mouth, just in case.
Mina looked around the street, taking stock of the situation. There were fewer bird people around now, and most of those that were left seemed to have split their focus between the fleeing civilians and… wait, were those other fighters? She wasn’t the only one? She didn’t even have to be doing this?! Ugh! Mina wished she’d noticed them before getting herself drafted into this mess. She saw some guy with a giant viking axe bring down one of the pigeon dudes that had snatched some of that weird purple stuff. What even was that? Mina watched it snake along the ground after its courier turned to smoke, like some kind of will o’ wisp. It moved kind of sluggishly, coming to hover over the body of some guy before slowly sinking into him.
“I see…” the knight lady mused quietly. Mina didn’t think she saw anything, and was just trying to sound smart. A lot of people did that, in her experience. “New plan, girl,” the woman spoke again, the feel of her hand pressing against Mina’s shoulder. “Focus on the ones carrying the violet energy. Perhaps if it is returned to its origin, these people will recover.”
“Really?” Mina asked skeptically. “How do you know that?”
“I don’t,” The knight replied simply. “ But that's all we can hope for for now.”
“What about the ones that are already gone, then?” Mina pressed, planting the tip of her sword in the street and crossing her arms.
The knight was silent for a moment, apparently in thought. “If these creatures are collecting this energy, they are likely bringing it somewhere,” she answered finally. “If we find where they’re holding it, we can retrieve what’s been taken.”
“Well then, how do we do that?”
“Must you question everything?” the knight snapped at her. “Just act. It must be nearby, else you would have spotted the creatures flying afield, yes? Start your search where they’re densest, or perhaps follow those you see bearing the energy in their arms. This is not a difficult conundrum to solve, girl.”
Mina bristled at the reprimand, but pulled her sword free from the ground anyway. She lifted it up onto her shoulder, glancing around for where the monsters were most concentrated. She began to step forward, then hesitated and turned to look for the other two fighter’s she’d seen. “Hey!” she called out, before she’d found either of them again. Oh, there they were. Actually, would they even be able to hear her? Oh well.
“Hey! Try and see if you can find something they’re bringing that purple stuff to!” she pointed her sword at the monsters, as if they could be confused about who she was possibly referring to.
“Don’t get complacent,” the knight woman rebuked, knocking Mina out of her own head. Turning her head to look at the woman was weird. It was like she was there, but not. Was she a ghost? Was she possessed? “Focus, girl!”
Oh. Right. Mina turned her eyes back to the front, bringing her zweihander up just in time to block a downward swipe from one of the birdmen. She stepped forward, turning her block into a sideways slash and carving a line across the monster’s chest, turning it into yet another dissipating cloud of smoke. What were these things even made out of? Were they toxic? She wasn’t gonna get mesothelioma from breathing this stuff in, right? She wasn’t sure how she’d collect financial compensation from this if she did. She put one armored hand over her nose and mouth, just in case.
Mina looked around the street, taking stock of the situation. There were fewer bird people around now, and most of those that were left seemed to have split their focus between the fleeing civilians and… wait, were those other fighters? She wasn’t the only one? She didn’t even have to be doing this?! Ugh! Mina wished she’d noticed them before getting herself drafted into this mess. She saw some guy with a giant viking axe bring down one of the pigeon dudes that had snatched some of that weird purple stuff. What even was that? Mina watched it snake along the ground after its courier turned to smoke, like some kind of will o’ wisp. It moved kind of sluggishly, coming to hover over the body of some guy before slowly sinking into him.
“I see…” the knight lady mused quietly. Mina didn’t think she saw anything, and was just trying to sound smart. A lot of people did that, in her experience. “New plan, girl,” the woman spoke again, the feel of her hand pressing against Mina’s shoulder. “Focus on the ones carrying the violet energy. Perhaps if it is returned to its origin, these people will recover.”
“Really?” Mina asked skeptically. “How do you know that?”
“I don’t,” The knight replied simply. “ But that's all we can hope for for now.”
“What about the ones that are already gone, then?” Mina pressed, planting the tip of her sword in the street and crossing her arms.
The knight was silent for a moment, apparently in thought. “If these creatures are collecting this energy, they are likely bringing it somewhere,” she answered finally. “If we find where they’re holding it, we can retrieve what’s been taken.”
“Well then, how do we do that?”
“Must you question everything?” the knight snapped at her. “Just act. It must be nearby, else you would have spotted the creatures flying afield, yes? Start your search where they’re densest, or perhaps follow those you see bearing the energy in their arms. This is not a difficult conundrum to solve, girl.”
Mina bristled at the reprimand, but pulled her sword free from the ground anyway. She lifted it up onto her shoulder, glancing around for where the monsters were most concentrated. She began to step forward, then hesitated and turned to look for the other two fighter’s she’d seen. “Hey!” she called out, before she’d found either of them again. Oh, there they were. Actually, would they even be able to hear her? Oh well.
“Hey! Try and see if you can find something they’re bringing that purple stuff to!” she pointed her sword at the monsters, as if they could be confused about who she was possibly referring to.
Máire reacted on instinct the moment the ground ruptured, her blades carrying her high into the air while her arms fought to keep Rat still. Another blade shot into the ground by the shapeshifter’s feet, trying to startle it into action before the creature barreled into it. She landed several yards away, releasing the wriggling Undercity mutant from her grasp.
“Which way?” Máire asked with urgency, a trio of swords manifesting from the silver cloud of dust forming behind her. Two shifted to hover around Rat, the third launching itself at the mound of throbbing cetacean mole muscle. The messenger was in a gibbering panic, and she snapped her fingers by his ear to reassert herself in his immediate attention. “Focus, boy!”
A rumbling in the ground beneath their feet alerted them to the arrival of a second creature, bursting through the earth in the same manner as the first. This one was long and serpentine, his body lined with more than a dozen crawling limbs each ending in a clawed hand. Bubbling, noxious venom dribbled from its jaw, and its myriad, distinctly human eyes swiveled in different directions before settling on Máire and Rat. A pair of long, scythe-like limbs rose from its back, and it hissed with feral hunger.
Máire sidestepped a slash from the first scythe, then leapt back from the second, casting a glance backwards for Rat. He had bolted. Of course he had. At least her swords were still following him.
“Templar! With the messenger!” she ordered, firing a trio of blades at the centipede before turning and dashing after their guide.
“Which way?” Máire asked with urgency, a trio of swords manifesting from the silver cloud of dust forming behind her. Two shifted to hover around Rat, the third launching itself at the mound of throbbing cetacean mole muscle. The messenger was in a gibbering panic, and she snapped her fingers by his ear to reassert herself in his immediate attention. “Focus, boy!”
A rumbling in the ground beneath their feet alerted them to the arrival of a second creature, bursting through the earth in the same manner as the first. This one was long and serpentine, his body lined with more than a dozen crawling limbs each ending in a clawed hand. Bubbling, noxious venom dribbled from its jaw, and its myriad, distinctly human eyes swiveled in different directions before settling on Máire and Rat. A pair of long, scythe-like limbs rose from its back, and it hissed with feral hunger.
Máire sidestepped a slash from the first scythe, then leapt back from the second, casting a glance backwards for Rat. He had bolted. Of course he had. At least her swords were still following him.
“Templar! With the messenger!” she ordered, firing a trio of blades at the centipede before turning and dashing after their guide.
oof, that sounds hawsh. hopefully things get bettew quickly on youw end! no wush though
i bring posts, fresh out the oven
also im exerting incredible self control not to keep including music links in posts, but apparently that aint a big thing on this site, and i respect the local culture
also im exerting incredible self control not to keep including music links in posts, but apparently that aint a big thing on this site, and i respect the local culture
What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell was going on? People were running, screaming, some were lying in the street. Were they dead? Where did those monsters come from? What the hell was happening? Where was Martin? That bastard! He’d totally ditched her! Was he hiding? Should she hide? Where even would she?
“Gaaah!” Mina grabbed her head and mussed up her hair, trying to clear the questions racing through her mind as she crouched hidden behind decorative shrubbery. She looked down the street where the monsters were; her house was in that direction. Maybe if she could slip past? They looked distracted by the crowd, maybe if she was quiet it would be possible? She crouched low, casting a quick glance around before slipping out of the bushes. There weren’t a lot of places to use for cover, but if she kept close to the storefronts, maybe-
Nope! Nope nope nope! One of the creatures with a bug-eyed pigeon face lunged for her, and she broke into a sprint, getting out of the way just in time for it to slam head-first into the glass window. This was a terrible idea! She should not have done this! Maybe she could still get away and hide? Where? In a dumpster? Could she hide in a dumpster? How would she even get away?! They’d already spotted her!
Mina’s shoes pounded hard against the asphalt as she ran, lungs burning like fire in her chest. She had always slacked off in P.E., and now it was really starting to bite her in the ass. She still had her bag with her, and its weight was becoming harder and harder to ignore - ugh, why hadn’t she just dropped it yet?! Sure, it had her phone, and her wallet, and her- gaah, this didn’t matter, she should just-
One of the creatures let out a shriek in the air above her, and as if on instinct Mina spun on the ball of her foot while her arm swung around, slamming her bag against the side of its ugly crow face as it dove toward her. It went sprawling to the side and all her stuff went scattering across the ground after it as her bag tore open from the impact. Her eyes traced the path of her stuff as it fell; ugh, seriously, what the hell kind of a day was thi-
This… this was some kind of joke, right? It had to be. A weird street performance, or a nightmare, or- She swallowed hard, her eyes locked tight on the flash of pink hair across the street, cowering against a wall as a pair of creepy birdmen closed in on the girl. No, this- this was Mina’s chance, she could run while they were distracted, before that crow guy got back up, she could just turn and… and…
Why wouldn’t her legs move?
“Which way would you run, child?”
A voice spoke from nowhere, in some kind of European accent. “...What?” Mina’s mind felt heavy and sluggish.
“Would you flee, or save this girl?”
Everything felt like it was running in slow motion. Mina’s throat felt so, so dry. “I don’t- I don’t under-”
“Look with your eyes, child,” the voice reprimanded sharply. The enemy lies before you, threatening your people. You could flee for yourself, aye, but your soul balks at the idea, does it not? You wish for the will to act. To move, and show your strength. Is that not so?”
“I- I don’t know, I-” Her eyes were still fixed on that flash of pink. She was becoming vaguely aware that she was shaking.
“Would you like to find out?” There was a sword, now. A long hilt, suspended in the air unsupported. “If it is the courage to act you seek, child, accept my power and make it yours. Draw my blade, and step forward.”
This- this was crazy, right? She was crazy? There was no way any of this was happening. Did she get sucked into some kind of- of-
Clawed hands reached toward the girl by the wall in slow motion, inch by torturous inch. Mina didn’t think, couldn’t think. She saw the monsters about to grab that stupid pink soccer girl, pictured those bodies lying in the street-
The sword was lighter than Mina had expected. A zweihander, perhaps five or six feet in length - no, just over five feet, not quite longer than she was tall. It swung through the air like a guillotine, bisecting the creatures in the same instant she had stepped forward. Across the street in one step? Some kind of instant transmission ability, like in Dragonball? The creatures faded like smoke, without blood. Mina glanced down at the girl - at Tamaki. She looked back up at her, stupefied, unrecognizing. Panic maybe? Whatever.
“Run for safety!” she commanded, before the stupid b- before the girl realized who she was looking at. To Mina’s relief, Tamaki complied without hesitation.
Mina looked back down the street, toward the other monsters and their chaos. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and a quick glance revealed the visage of a silver-haired knight in a blue hood standing behind her, a large, empty scabbard slung over one shoulder.
“We have yet more to contend with, child,” the knight said. “Worry not the distance; simply step forward, and the wind will carry you forth. Now, go!”
Mina wasn’t sure exactly when she became this lady’s gofer, or when exactly her clothes had changed, but in for a penny, she supposed. She turned her face forward, gripping the sword firm in both hands. May as well see how long this lasted. “Right then!” she announced, and stepped forward once more.
“Gaaah!” Mina grabbed her head and mussed up her hair, trying to clear the questions racing through her mind as she crouched hidden behind decorative shrubbery. She looked down the street where the monsters were; her house was in that direction. Maybe if she could slip past? They looked distracted by the crowd, maybe if she was quiet it would be possible? She crouched low, casting a quick glance around before slipping out of the bushes. There weren’t a lot of places to use for cover, but if she kept close to the storefronts, maybe-
Nope! Nope nope nope! One of the creatures with a bug-eyed pigeon face lunged for her, and she broke into a sprint, getting out of the way just in time for it to slam head-first into the glass window. This was a terrible idea! She should not have done this! Maybe she could still get away and hide? Where? In a dumpster? Could she hide in a dumpster? How would she even get away?! They’d already spotted her!
Mina’s shoes pounded hard against the asphalt as she ran, lungs burning like fire in her chest. She had always slacked off in P.E., and now it was really starting to bite her in the ass. She still had her bag with her, and its weight was becoming harder and harder to ignore - ugh, why hadn’t she just dropped it yet?! Sure, it had her phone, and her wallet, and her- gaah, this didn’t matter, she should just-
One of the creatures let out a shriek in the air above her, and as if on instinct Mina spun on the ball of her foot while her arm swung around, slamming her bag against the side of its ugly crow face as it dove toward her. It went sprawling to the side and all her stuff went scattering across the ground after it as her bag tore open from the impact. Her eyes traced the path of her stuff as it fell; ugh, seriously, what the hell kind of a day was thi-
This… this was some kind of joke, right? It had to be. A weird street performance, or a nightmare, or- She swallowed hard, her eyes locked tight on the flash of pink hair across the street, cowering against a wall as a pair of creepy birdmen closed in on the girl. No, this- this was Mina’s chance, she could run while they were distracted, before that crow guy got back up, she could just turn and… and…
Why wouldn’t her legs move?
“Which way would you run, child?”
A voice spoke from nowhere, in some kind of European accent. “...What?” Mina’s mind felt heavy and sluggish.
“Would you flee, or save this girl?”
Everything felt like it was running in slow motion. Mina’s throat felt so, so dry. “I don’t- I don’t under-”
“Look with your eyes, child,” the voice reprimanded sharply. The enemy lies before you, threatening your people. You could flee for yourself, aye, but your soul balks at the idea, does it not? You wish for the will to act. To move, and show your strength. Is that not so?”
“I- I don’t know, I-” Her eyes were still fixed on that flash of pink. She was becoming vaguely aware that she was shaking.
“Would you like to find out?” There was a sword, now. A long hilt, suspended in the air unsupported. “If it is the courage to act you seek, child, accept my power and make it yours. Draw my blade, and step forward.”
This- this was crazy, right? She was crazy? There was no way any of this was happening. Did she get sucked into some kind of- of-
Clawed hands reached toward the girl by the wall in slow motion, inch by torturous inch. Mina didn’t think, couldn’t think. She saw the monsters about to grab that stupid pink soccer girl, pictured those bodies lying in the street-
The sword was lighter than Mina had expected. A zweihander, perhaps five or six feet in length - no, just over five feet, not quite longer than she was tall. It swung through the air like a guillotine, bisecting the creatures in the same instant she had stepped forward. Across the street in one step? Some kind of instant transmission ability, like in Dragonball? The creatures faded like smoke, without blood. Mina glanced down at the girl - at Tamaki. She looked back up at her, stupefied, unrecognizing. Panic maybe? Whatever.
“Run for safety!” she commanded, before the stupid b- before the girl realized who she was looking at. To Mina’s relief, Tamaki complied without hesitation.
Mina looked back down the street, toward the other monsters and their chaos. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and a quick glance revealed the visage of a silver-haired knight in a blue hood standing behind her, a large, empty scabbard slung over one shoulder.
“We have yet more to contend with, child,” the knight said. “Worry not the distance; simply step forward, and the wind will carry you forth. Now, go!”
Mina wasn’t sure exactly when she became this lady’s gofer, or when exactly her clothes had changed, but in for a penny, she supposed. She turned her face forward, gripping the sword firm in both hands. May as well see how long this lasted. “Right then!” she announced, and stepped forward once more.
The boy found a quiet spot, away from the crowds on the street, tucked away in the lot behind the stores. He sat on a pile of discarded pallets, humming softly to himself as he watched the crows and pigeons gather around him, drawn in by the millet bread in his hands. He tore it into small pieces, bit by bit, throwing them out to the birds just far enough to draw them in closer. He smiled as he listened to their chatter - their voices were familiar, their petty arguments as they squabbled for food endearing. He almost wished he could have more time to sit and chat with them, but alas.
”Kore kara oni no…” the boy sang softly to himself, tearing up the last of the bread. There was a good sized flock now, he thought. A dozen or so. Enough to get some work done. He crumpled the paper bag the bread had come in and tossed it over his shoulder, then rose slowly enough off the pallets that he didn’t startle the birds, his hand grabbing something next to him and bringing it with him. The charms hanging off the hilt of his sword clattered together faintly as he raised it in front of him.
“I hope you guys don’t hold this against me,” he said, almost sounding genuine. One of the phone charms started to glow ominously. “But I’m gonna have to put you to work for me, alright?”
Screams from the end of the street. People running, confusion and panic echoing through the air. Heads turn, drawn by the clamor, curious about what could be happening. A fight? An accident? Some begin to step toward it, wanting a closer look, only for eyes to widen in shock, legs rooted in fear. Monsters, like huge, humanoid birds begin to spill out from behind the shops down the road, pursuing the fleeing crowd.
They are clumsy, crashing into storefronts and flapping awkwardly through the air, like children struggling to adjust to take their first steps, but they’re learning quickly, getting faster, more agile with each moment. Some learn faster than others, sprinting on distended limbs after their victims while others swoop in from above, grabbing people off the streets and lifting off with them - or so it seems, but no. Their bodies fall to the floor, unresponsive, the creatures clutching some amorphous ball of violet energy in their clawed hands.
The Witch of the Waters waded through the crowd in long strides, hair flowing freely behind her like a cloak. They had moved quickly, much more quickly than she had expected - or perhaps she’d awoken much too late. No matter; she was here now, and that was all the difference. She squared her feet in the middle of the road, dark hair shining like gold as the early dusk light filtered through it. One of the creatures had knocked over a red cylinder on the roadside in its clumsiness, and pillars of water poured out of it. She smiled at her good fortune as she threw one arm out to the side, a gnarled coral staff coming quickly at her call. She raised it high over her head before her, the water filling the street circling gracefully around her as she did so, and the words came just as easily to her lips now as they had so long ago.
“Oh warriors of ages past, lost to time,” she intoned, her voice grandiose and beseeching. The water around her churned faster, more aggressively, rising around her like a curtain as she spoke. “Darkness encroaches, and the music of calamity sounds. I call to you who would stand as bulwark against the tide, to offer your strength to those with the will to fight. Rise now, and lend thy aid to those you deem worthy, that this world may yet be safeguarded from those who threaten it! Come!!”
Her staff struck the ground with a thunderous crack, the water around her bursting forth as the spirits within shot free, taking to the sky and rocketing in different directions. They moved too quickly for her to get a count - perhaps half a dozen, perhaps more. It would have to be enough.
She only hoped they weren’t picky.
”Kore kara oni no…” the boy sang softly to himself, tearing up the last of the bread. There was a good sized flock now, he thought. A dozen or so. Enough to get some work done. He crumpled the paper bag the bread had come in and tossed it over his shoulder, then rose slowly enough off the pallets that he didn’t startle the birds, his hand grabbing something next to him and bringing it with him. The charms hanging off the hilt of his sword clattered together faintly as he raised it in front of him.
“I hope you guys don’t hold this against me,” he said, almost sounding genuine. One of the phone charms started to glow ominously. “But I’m gonna have to put you to work for me, alright?”
Screams from the end of the street. People running, confusion and panic echoing through the air. Heads turn, drawn by the clamor, curious about what could be happening. A fight? An accident? Some begin to step toward it, wanting a closer look, only for eyes to widen in shock, legs rooted in fear. Monsters, like huge, humanoid birds begin to spill out from behind the shops down the road, pursuing the fleeing crowd.
They are clumsy, crashing into storefronts and flapping awkwardly through the air, like children struggling to adjust to take their first steps, but they’re learning quickly, getting faster, more agile with each moment. Some learn faster than others, sprinting on distended limbs after their victims while others swoop in from above, grabbing people off the streets and lifting off with them - or so it seems, but no. Their bodies fall to the floor, unresponsive, the creatures clutching some amorphous ball of violet energy in their clawed hands.
The Witch of the Waters waded through the crowd in long strides, hair flowing freely behind her like a cloak. They had moved quickly, much more quickly than she had expected - or perhaps she’d awoken much too late. No matter; she was here now, and that was all the difference. She squared her feet in the middle of the road, dark hair shining like gold as the early dusk light filtered through it. One of the creatures had knocked over a red cylinder on the roadside in its clumsiness, and pillars of water poured out of it. She smiled at her good fortune as she threw one arm out to the side, a gnarled coral staff coming quickly at her call. She raised it high over her head before her, the water filling the street circling gracefully around her as she did so, and the words came just as easily to her lips now as they had so long ago.
“Oh warriors of ages past, lost to time,” she intoned, her voice grandiose and beseeching. The water around her churned faster, more aggressively, rising around her like a curtain as she spoke. “Darkness encroaches, and the music of calamity sounds. I call to you who would stand as bulwark against the tide, to offer your strength to those with the will to fight. Rise now, and lend thy aid to those you deem worthy, that this world may yet be safeguarded from those who threaten it! Come!!”
Her staff struck the ground with a thunderous crack, the water around her bursting forth as the spirits within shot free, taking to the sky and rocketing in different directions. They moved too quickly for her to get a count - perhaps half a dozen, perhaps more. It would have to be enough.
She only hoped they weren’t picky.
also thats lookin pretty baller. feel free to put her in the character tab!
© 2007-2024