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Post by Pearl Dragon on Nov 30, 2017 21:00:01 GMT -6
As Sohl twittered and chattered to get the Surgeon's attention, the other simply stared ahead almost as if staring directly through the floating creature. As the metal orbs rotated, before settling back into place, the Surgeon finally looked away, as if to the side at some other interesting thing. His smile, never faded. A tilt of the head, a gleam of the goggles, and then everything seemed to happen all at once. There was a swift, whispered whistle as something shot through the air before cold metal cut an X path towards the Icarim. The nearest orb's projectile, a thin metal spike attached to a chain on one end and coming to a thin point at the other, cut a hot red line just through the skin of Sohl's sides before the Icarim vented to propel himself down and out of the way. The second pojectile, fired at the exact same time as the other, shot through the air, piercing the skin of the Surgeon's neck as he tilted his head away almost nonchalantly, before it continued in its forward path to then pass through the center of Sohl's tail. As soon as the point impaled the tail of the Icarim, the end snapped into a star shape, similar to a grappling hook, and pulled taut towards the orb. Almost immediately, the chain cranked in towards the turret, it's strength far out matching that of even Sohl's aether as he floated downward. Still, the Surgeon stood watching, his neck now sporting a bleeding red hole where the spike had passed cleanly through and ripped away a small portion of his neck, but otherwise he seemed to have not a care in the world...especially now that Sohl was being slowly dragged towards him, by the turret at his back.
Kit and Ari must still fight for their liiiiives. Thankfully, no eggs seemed to be hatching this round, but Sara seemed to want to make sure that when they did, Ari would be helpless to stop them.
Meanwhile, Raine is busy pushing up daisies, may his redheaded soul (or non-soul) rest in pieces.
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Post by tsukikoko on Dec 1, 2017 9:42:32 GMT -6
[OOC: 10 to keep a hold of Ari, 7 defence. With blessings from the GM I rolled a 12 for how many eggs are left inside him and then 9 of them have hatched, each with 5 spiderlings inside.
Sara will attempt to keep a hold of Ari while her eggs hatch, continues to lay eggs in Raine’s still-warm corpse, but is fixated upon the panther right now.]
The snarling, irritated monster that had once been Sara attempted to keep her hold upon the panther weakly struggling in her grip. Her bared teeth leant in until she was only an inch or so from his body, before the raptor’s nostrils flared to drag in the terrified, bloodied feline scent. Her head twitched as golden eyes swept over Ari’s still bloated abdomen. Waiting.
While Raine had decided to take matters into his own hands and ram her ovipositor into his own heart, Sara did not withdraw the needle-like organ. Her tail continued to pulse, sending wave after wave of hard eggs into the man’s still-warm corpse. Not that the amalgam was paying much attention to the body still attached to her, instead she had fixated upon the bleeding panther, on the hole he had torn inside himself.
Something moved.
An unnatural shape that distorted Ari’s flesh, pushed against him from within his own skin. The rumbling growl emanating from the freakish Sara-creature began to fade, replaced by her earlier chirring purr as more wiggling movements joined the first. The feline would at first feel a dragging sharpness against his insides; the scraping of metal limbs as they unfurled from the shells that had encased them, a cascade to join the first. Then would come the scuttling, moving pressure against his insides as each spiderling began to move, slow at first, but soon erupting into vigorous activity from both the warmth of his body and the promise of the pulsing red liquid each beat of Ari’s heart pumped around his still living form.
Soon, Ari’s very skin looked as though it were alive, rippling from the movement of a great many creatures now roaming their way through his flesh. They tore into his liver, crawled through his intestines, ripped open blood vessels and latched onto the jagged, torn innards to begin draining the infested panther of his blood. Metal limbs easily shredded their way past organs, muscles, sinew and even bone, tearing the feline apart from the inside in their single-minded rampage. If he was still conscious at this point, Ari would feel the cold metal of a few spiderlings as they traversed their way up his spine, down into his legs, past his ribs, even into his throat, his skin bulging to accommodate them as they travelled in search of more bloody spoils.
All the while, the purring, nightmarish amalgamation watched her young work, ovipositor eventually dragging its way from Raine’s corpse after having deposited a number of eggs within his flesh. The blood was still good after all.
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Post by MP on Dec 1, 2017 10:54:41 GMT -6
[OOC: Sohl lets the chain drag him closer and then uses the pull of it to try and choke the surgeon out. He tries to secure his hold:
- puts talons through the chain link
- uses vents to tighten hold
- tries to pierce shoulder and eye with working talons
- also relies on pull from chain to help with strangling]
Sohl did not cry out at first. He swerved sideways at the line of fire down his side - swerved right into the second, jerking at the horsefly sting. He gave a thin rasp of pain and terror as it reeled him in, clawing at the ground, talons screeching over stone as he tried to hold himself in place. Failing that, he rose up in careening flight, a fish straining against the line, trying with a final desperate strength to tear himself away. The pull was merciless. The pain was excruciating, blinding, and the surgeon was going to pick him up. He was to reel him in and take his skin and his blood for one of his metal monsters and Sohl hoped he choked on it. Let him choke on it, let him -
Still rising and twisting and falling in erratic flight, Sohl was dragged closer to the surgeon. Closer still. His jaws were parted in a terrified snarl, foam dripping from between his teeth as the man’s shadow fell over him. But his eyes were focused and savage. When he was no more than an arm’s length away, Sohl tore upwards in another struggling charge, swerving violently as if to shake the chain lose. He arced in a helpless curve, forced around by the pull of the chain, but that was alright. It was alright, because he wasn’t trying to get away. He kept flying, following the curve, and the drag of the chain combined with his own height and momentum pulled the chain abruptly up and around the surgeon’s neck.
Sohl was heedless of the dragging pain in his skin. The chain was a noose looping across the front of the man’s neck and around behind, and now he tried to secure his hold, attempting to loop around again with his own body in a snake-like stranglehold. His outward facing vents were blazing, pushing his body tighter around the man’s neck. He curled the fishhook talons of one limb through the chain link so the man couldn’t pull him off, trying to reach through the hole and into flesh for a firmer hold. The other talon he sank into the cracked goggles, meaning to secure his hold in the man’s very flesh if he could. The blood from his mangled forelimbs still glistened on his limbs and shoulders, the burning golden haze leaking up and into the man’s face. Let the domes shoot at him now - he was smaller, narrower, and the bolts would hit the man too. The man would have all the blood he wanted, in his eyes, in his nose, in his throat, and let him choke on it. Let him choke.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Dec 1, 2017 20:16:27 GMT -6
In a last frantic effort to somehow lessen the dire situation Sohl had found himself in, the Icarim began to swim through the air at first in erratic directions before suddenly looping towards and around the Surgeon as a means of creating a noose out of the chain around the Surgeon's neck. The Surgeon, ever watchful, raised a hand to the chain that now pressed against his neck and throat, but instead of looking afraid or angry, his smile remained wide as ever and even parted slightly as if he were about to burst out laughing.
The man turned to face where Sohl had begun to try and loop the chain around itself, and surged forward, grabbing one of Sohl's dangling limbs to pull the frothing, flailing creature towards himself. Sohl's claws, which began to hook both into flesh and chain, drew thin red lines anywhere they passed or gripped into the Surgeon's goggles and face. The eye that peered so fiercely from beneath the broken goggle oozed red as the claw penetrated the soft organ, and yet still the Surgeon did not relent his grip. He did not flinch. And now, he was laughing. His mouth opened wide in a barking cackle as he grappled with the creature's paralyzed limbs and wriggling body which continued to snarl and tightening the chain around his neck. He laughed as if it were all some kind of fun and childish game and all the injuries simply "tickled". Even the fumes that rose golden from the bloodied wounds on Sohl's body gave the Surgeon's laughter an unnaturally heightened intensity, which might have seemed silly if not for the fact that the two were now in a chain-tangled wrestling match to the death. There was a sharp pull from the sphere and soon both were now being pulled closer and closer, but the Surgeon was too focused on the squirming, gripping creature that he now grappled with. The distance was reduced by about a third, meaning the clock was swiftly running out....
Another projectile meant to be fired suddenly locked with a loud metal clanking sound, to which the turret then began to churn and rotate its inner mechanisms to prepare another shot. For now, only the single chain remained lodged in Sohl's tail, now wrapped about the Surgeon's neck.
PVPs:
Ari's new spider infestation makes short work of his internal organs and body. It seemed the time to hatch, long and arduous as it was, had finally come. And the panther's body had become completely overrun.
Kit, meanwhile, was also still fighting for her life against the monstrous Hui.
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Post by kilnarak on Dec 1, 2017 20:54:40 GMT -6
[ Ari is full of spiders tearing apart his insides. He dies. Maybe I will edit in a death post when I feel more awake and less buh. ]
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Post by MP on Dec 2, 2017 17:33:17 GMT -6
[OOC: Sohl's tail hurts, and he becomes increasingly aggressive. He continues to try and claw and strangle the surgeon. When grabbed, he attempts to bite fingers (or hands, if possible) off to cripple the man.]
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Dec 2, 2017 20:32:04 GMT -6
Event post for Sohl vs NPC -
The chain pulled taut once more as the Surgeon's feet stumbled forward, barely resisting the strength of the sphere's pull. Rows of razor teeth flashed over the hand that now had Sohl's limb, cleanly severing several fingers from the Surgeon's grasp. Once more, the Surgeon cackled, as if the attack were simply a playful rough housing jest on Sohl's part, letting his arm drop lazily down to his side. The chained grappling hook twisted painfully in the flesh of Sohl's tail, and without warning, a second projectile passed cleanly through Sohl's left shoulder and into the other side of the Surgeon's neck. Pointed metal prongs exploded outward as the other pole also became a grappling hook, effectively securing the two together.
With little hope of escape, the Icarim was doomed to flail against the pull of both chains as the sphere began to rasp and split open, an Iron Maiden revealing hundreds of rows of dense metal spikes that lined the entire inside of it. The Surgeon's cackling died, his face snapped to stare straight at Sohl, and soon began to pick up into a deep, evil chuckling. From then, Sohl could fight, claw and bite at the mad being staring back at him but the inevitable had began to yawn open behind them. The chains gave one final pull, and soon the metal sphere shut over both, impaling them instantly within the dark metal shell. The only thing that remained was a pool of dark red blood that spread from the base of the sphere and from between the thin vertical opening rose thin golden whisps.
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Post by Sharei on Dec 3, 2017 8:17:41 GMT -6
[OOC: Hui's attack succeeds but Kit succumbs to her wounds.]
Kit cried out when Hui's claws raked up her leg and side, opening deep gashes that immediately began to bleed. She twisted to the side to try and free herself, but a sharp pain in her chest made her seize up. It was so painful that for a moment she couldn't even breathe.
Kit's head spun, but not from the pain of the wounds or the deadly sensation of her lifeblood pumping out onto the floor. It was the lack of oxygen that made her woozy and lightheaded. Kit dragged in a raspy, wet breath, but she couldn't get enough air. The acrid taste of smoke in her mouth and on her tongue was smothering, but when she fell to the floor below the rolling cloud of it she still could not get any of the cleaner air.
Kit gasped, sputtered, and the breath turned into a cough. Blood splattered the floor. It started as a speckle, but quickly became fat, ugly splotches as the lining of her lungs tore. She knew it had happened even though she couldn't necessarily feel it through the pain. It was the intimate knowledge of one's own approaching death, an intuitive force, a recognition. Kit slid down onto her side. Hui's larger form hovered over her, mouth full of needle-like teeth. She looked back up at him with glassy eyes.
Then she smiled.
"Not t-this time, a-ass-hole."
I'm sorry, Sohl. I couldn't help you. I couldn't help anyone.
With a final exhale of what little breath she had, Kit passed into blackness.
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Post by Kurodaia on Dec 3, 2017 15:08:18 GMT -6
[Hui kills Kit. so sorry Kit you tried]
It felt too easy, then again she was already injured and he could smell it. As his claws dug into her and as her body started to give in.
More blood seemed to fill his senses as she coughed up the tissue in her lungs, now threatening to choke her. His eyes danced around again the room until they fell back down at her when she spoke to him.
"Not t-this time, a-ass-hole."
He wasn't sure what she meant by that, given she was slumped on the ground. But the blind, pale blue eyes gazing back at her and slowly his jaw unhinged in a sort of smile-like manner and he lunged at her. Her body passing through him and the spikes. He was sure the doctor wouldn't mind if she was a tad bit shredded, it made it more interesting in his mind.
When he was done the monster lay there for a bit in blood that wasn't his own and a strange sense of calm.
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Post by MP on Dec 3, 2017 19:02:54 GMT -6
Sohl spat bloodied fingers from his mouth, lunged again, bit deeper. He tore at the grinning face, trying to savage the laughing throat with brutal twists of his head. And nothing worked; nothing phased the man. The seraph's shrieking roar mingled with the mad laughter, an eerie cacophony that echoed through the door. It twisted to a wailing rau of pain and desperation as another barb impaled his tail, but he only increased his struggles. He'd fight it - he'd kill him - and then the others could get through. His jaws scattered flecks of blood and bone past wild yellow eyes, and though he could feel the looming space behind him, he refused to accept it. He couldn't die here - couldn't let them down. Sohl sank his talons into the surgeon's throat and raked downward as if to push off. But he was fully pinned, locked around the man's throat in a true death grip. They were being dragged into the dark, and in that last moment there was nothing but the understanding that he'd failed - he'd failed them all. He turned his teeth on the chain in a last futile defiance. And then the walls snapped shut.
Fangs snapped together in a violent click. Sohl jerked and thrashed as he woke. He couldn't right himself, but he twisted where he lay. The floor was cold, a rough line against his skin. It felt like teeth. It felt like dying. His hands rose to his face. He thought Father. He thought Ilchymis. The wordless wail that might have been voiced or only in his own head. He curled away from it. Shut his eyes. Only, he kept seeing the dead faces. It hurt. They were hurting. And he’d done nothing - no, worse than nothing. He’d gotten them killed.
He folded in on himself, neither knowing nor caring where he was as he sobbed. He was alone, alone, and he’d always be alone because he was a failure - a liability - and there was nothing left but the cold and the dark and the voice.
The voice had been waiting for him. He could almost remember it. It was a warm and welcoming sound. Almost condoning, like someone greeting a lost dog.
"There you are," it was saying. "Where have you been?"
Sohl barely heard it. He pulled at phantom spikes in his skin, chest hitching at the accusing faces of the dead. It didn’t matter what he said anymore.
"Oh now. We can't have that. Come, come, I've found you, it's alright. It’s all alright now."
It was such a steadying, sonorous sound that he actually began to listen. The voice nudged aside his terror and despair. He thought it felt like a hand on the shoulder. Like a friend. There was an almost music to it.
"There, that's it. Put those ugly thoughts away,” it said. "You don't have to have to think about them if you don't want to." There was a chuckle, as though they’d shared some kind of joke. It was a good sound, rich and gentle all at once, and simmering with a joyous power. The blood, the bodies, his own selfish fear seemed so remote now. Just a fading prickle in his mind.
"Yes,” the voice agreed. “I'll hold onto them for you. How does that sound?” There was a smile in the words, and he couldn’t help but want to smile back. It was so warm, so enclosing, and it loved him so much. “Until we meet again, my little friend.”
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