B.E.A.S.T
Deteriorated infrastructure creaked out, accompanied by the soft hollow howl of wind which blew through the aged factory Miyu entered. Her footsteps hissed out as she stepped across the gritty floor, covered in a thin layer of dust. She was greeted by the dull smell of stale air and somber lighting. Footsteps rapped out, echoing amongst the silence as the angel waded blindly through the blurry environment. The dim neglected lighting within the factory didn't help her obscured vision. Shadows mingled ominously in the darker recesses around the angel, encroaching as she moved along the wall from room to room. Reaching finally to grasp at a desk covered in random tools and mech related items, Miyu wouldn't be able to help but feel as though something stalked her steps.
Mechanical parts and metal instruments were sent clattering to the floor, fiercely knocked off the desk as something massive vaulted over it. Wind briskly blew over Miyu's body followed promptly by the feeling of being collided into by an enormous form. Gravity went topsy turvy as she felt herself spun around and grappled, knocking away some of her loose possessions. The firearm went off, bursting a spray of bullets out through the barrel. Each bullet clanged hollowly as they ricocheted into Beast's maw which was latched onto the tip of the gun at the suicidal Angel's ear. She could hear the monsters rough breaths bellowing out loudly next to her head. The sound of the gunshots were muffled and ultimately halted as the crushing force of Beasts jaws locked up the slide on the firearm and pinched the barrel closed.
The two went spiraling out of the swiveling chair and tumbled across the floor in a blur of metal and feathers, crashing through a wall and landing with a heavy scraping thud in a heap of debris and books from a toppled bookshelf. In spite of the jarring motion that had suddenly overtaken Miyu, the gunshots, or the impacts that followed upon being tackled through a wall, the Angel was surprisingly unharmed. She found herself splayed on her back with the towering metal monstrosity hanging over her, clutching her with the smaller arms on its abdomen.
Snatching the gun away from Miyu, Beast gobbled up the scrap of a firearm before looking back down at the collapsed angel. Its eyeless gaze and dagger filled maw grew close, scanning over her for a few moments before receding. Dust and bits of the wall crackled to the ground as Beast unhanded Miyu and withdrew from above her. The subtle crunch of glass cracked out as her glasses were crushed beneath Beast's heel. Tilting its head and sitting on the floor with its larger arms between its legs, the massive mechanical monster continued to watch the angel expectantly.
Zak
At this point Zak was relaxed against the trunk of the towering tree house, his fingers clasped together behind his head as he rested in the shade with a straw hat he had acquired in the time it took for Harley to finally grace him with her presence. The sitting golem sluggishly greeted her with a dopey wave before a passing butterfly stole its attention. Having cooled off, the creature was mostly stone, sloppily held together by a few flames and strings of molten material. In time, Zak managed to notice the patterned girls arrival. It took a moment, but he managed to pass a glance in her directing from beneath the shadow of the straw hat. A brief yawn escaped him as he stretched before he cracked his knuckles and greeted the annoyed girl with a casual half smile.
"Oooh...Well well, will ye look at that. She came after all the wee lass! Ah was startin ta think ye'd gone an went on hiatus er whatever madness yer lot gets into. Was jist gon'ta set up shop an' melt the bleethering bag o' bolts down fer parts. Make m'self a new coat rack er some manner o' back scratcher. Luckileh fer the lot o' whats left o' em, Ah could'na found me ol' smelter pot. Ye jist know the bloody thing es somewhere in the mess. Alas, Ah didn't 'ave the patience fer et. But Ah did find me hat! Like it?" Zak paused, noticing the snide tone in Harley's voice. "Waistin yer time? Oh Ah'm sooo sorry. Shal Ah pause an take a moment en silence fer yer bloody precious time miss 'oooh Ah'm gon ta send ye into battle cause ah'm bored,' no name havin, false treasure offerin, height deficient nobody lass?"
Zak stood up, his grin faded, and snapped his finger. On cue, the golem turned towards them, and opened the massive maw across its large molten belly. A few scraps of what was left of Marquise clattered out onto the floor. Namely his arms and the gnarled, warped pieces of titanium that were once his legs. The head and upper torso laid, still in relatively good condition, splayed out on the rocky tongue of the massive creature, displayed like a child showing off their chewed food. Zak looked down at Harley, His elbow propped against the tree, and briskly motioned toward Marquise. "Tell me how this shineh foil covered glorified toaster es supposed to be worth anythin' ta some slightleh more glorified boss toaster, if anythin at all, an' what do Ah get out o' et?"
The golem bellowed a whine, as Zak reached down and picked up one of the severed arms, shaking it about as he spoke. "Ah may 'ave accepted yer little deal to go throw me self into that fiesta of a battle, but if this pea shooter and the tin can that used it is all Ah 'ave ta show fer it, then I don't see any benefit or point ta ye crazy bloody ramblin's about special brands o' fun or worth while ventures." He tossed the arm in with the rest of Marquise. "Ye pulled one over on me. Ye got ta almost get me killed in a pointless war in some mundane game o' floatin island hopscotch an' didnae even provide good whiskey ta do et with. Yer by far, the worst deal maker Ah've had the displeasure o' meetin if ya think this bot es worth anythin more than the rocks stuck to me heel. So tell me, why are ye wastin MY time ye numpty blatherin enigma of a lass?"
