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Post by John Doe on Nov 6, 2019 15:52:42 GMT -4
It was amusing watching how these people reacted to the little strange one's games. It seemed the small one knew how to pick just the right audience for his money making scheme. John briefly pondering to himself in curious amusement if it had been simple dumb luck or maybe this boy was more then the little crazy he appeared to be at initial glance. Although even clever as he may or may not have been. John felt himself pondering on all the deadly blows sent this boys way for a mildly small fortune gathering up. The slashing blades and other tenderizing making him lightly feel peckish and curious even more. His expression remaining somewhat plain and only mildly amused. But inwardly he admired the art in what he was seeing unfold before him.
He watched in relative silence but his eyes couldn't help but flicker with a glint of surprise and ah of the scraping and slashing of not only the assault but now the more amusing display of the boy removing flesh from his face and molding violently his appearance as well as his cracking of bones. John couldn't help but momentarily feel speechless. His blank unamused expression finally fading for one of intrigue and surprise unable to look away. The transformation although more violent somewhat reminded him of his own abilities and gifts. The boy's passion and silliness as he removed the layers of flesh were captivating to the point it was hard to pull one's eyes from the majestic display.
Given what was coming soon later on at this regions future sale. John wished to know more of this boy and prepare himself for what was to come. He'd watch with prying eyes deeply hungry and ensnared in their expression. Watching and waiting for something to perhaps salvage from this chaotic little show. He could tell he could make quite allot of use from this strange little creatures abilities.
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 7, 2019 21:27:59 GMT -4
The addicting dance of purple light and steel shine had distracted Goro so much that he’d barely noticed the bright burn his eyes ever so slightly. All he could see, all he could hear, was flesh burning away, giving way for the blades, only to fill the gaps with red and the smell of iron. God, how he’d missed this.
It did not, however, distract him from the cacophonous cackling behind him when the plasma knife failed. God, could Libra not shut up for one second? Did she talk just to feel her own ears bleed? The rage her voice filled him with only flowed back into his hands, striking and slashing the disturbingly lively body before him. The oscillation between screaming and laughing would’ve disturbed a regular person, probably would’ve disturbed Goro if he wasn’t blinded by the feeling of flesh beneath steel.
On, and on, he went, until he was done. Until his arms tired, and came to a stop by his side. At that point, the boy before him was nothing more than an animated pile of meat and blood, barely holding himself together. There was something darkly satisfying about seeing just how much he’d torn another human being apart, in such a short amount of time. The thought that, were this a normal human, someone without the specific Quirk that the man before him had, they would be long dead, or just barely clinging onto life. For a second, as he lay there, Goro closed his eyes and pretended the body in front of him was Nick’s.
Then he started to literally pull himself back together as he’d done before, and the beautiful fantasy faded. Goro noted, with a glint in his eyes, that the burned holes the plasma had left seemed to be struggling with the process. It only made sense, but with a body so unusual it was useful to know some way to stanch his regeneration. Somehow, the boy’s compliments only annoyed Goro, and part of him was tempted to push him back to the ground and grind his foot onto his head until he finally shut up. Unfortunately, his allotted time was up. Instead, he pulled a handkerchief from his strangely-untouched suit jacket, wiped the blood from each knife in turn, and placed them back into his pockets.
His body must’ve heard ParaSyte speak earlier, but it was only then that it thought to notify his mind of it. He turned, a very deliberate motion not too fast to seem angry nor too slow to seem natural, only to see she’d already started to move forward. “Yes, that’s okay with me.” He called over, the adrenaline pumping in his veins leaving his voice a little higher and shakier than usual.
Turning back to the boy in front of him, Goro tried to wipe the smile off his face. “Oh, yes, do you mind giving your name? I may wish to do this again.” He asked, and then whenever he’d gotten a response or not, Goro turned and headed for the crowd again.
It was only once he’d rejoined the rabble that a horrible convulsion would rip through his body, and he’d accidentally, for just a moment, lay a hand on the shoulder of a tired-looking man in a face-mask as he tried to catch his breath. “E-excuse me…” All at once, he’d been hit with… not quite horror, but not quite just revulsion at everything the boy’s body was, or wasn’t, doing. He could still hear bones popping in and out of place, and muscle struggling to wrap itself around itself, and blood flowing in ways it shouldn’t. The same parts of his brain that’d enjoyed tearing him apart, were now screaming in terror at him knitting himself back together.
Then. Without turning around, he heard it. Not the boy’s hand becoming a useless fleshy lump, and forcing itself back into shape, no, that went under the same category as everything else that was making all his fur stand on end. No, it was what happened to his face, that all of a sudden, once he’d pulled the layer of skin from it, for a moment, the sound echoing off it had sounded exactly how Goro’s own did.
Of course, as he continued to listen, he could easily pick out the differences, but that one second almost made him turn right back around and cut his likeness right off the kid’s smug grin. Instead, he just swallowed his anger, adjusted his askew glasses, and turned to watch whatever ParaSyte was going to do to him.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 7, 2019 22:04:48 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
Oh sweet God she didn't believe in, what was he doing with his body.
Byeol-Su's eyes went wide and the dark violet, nearly black color shrunk--literally, she realized later--in sheer shock and horror at the sight and sound of the boy's bones rearranging themselves in his body. He could control his form to that extent? Oh God, and he wasn't done. The bones continued to move, sticking themselves places they didn't belong, moving in ways the body should not, and then when he was done everything was like nothing had happened at all. What kind of Quirk was this that gave him so much finite control of himself? She was literal clay, or cells, or whatever, and she could do so little compared to him. Sure, he was much more flesh and bone than she, but...even she could see the similarities. They scared her.
That might be a good thing. If it didn't scare me, then...
Then he tore his face off. And replaced it with--mostly--Rogue's, and she did actually gasp and step back. He could--could mimic--he ripped off his--
She was thankful she did not have a stomach in the conventional sense.
"...that is frightening," she spoke too evenly to be unfazed, but it was all she could do not to scream right now. She could already tell this was not going to be a fun experience. But right now, she couldn't stop. She had to try.
Next time I meet him, things need to be different.
Byeol-Su swallowed and nodded, and, after placing her little frog purse on the ground besides her, she extended her hand towards Niso, touching very gently one of his many, many semi-healed wounds. There was so much blood on him it actually took a second for her to find a place to go in and not just spill-over, but after a couple seconds of wasted time and her brow knitting in frustration, she felt the familiar pull. Something about it felt off.
"Do not worry, this is not the painful part."
Her body suddenly dissolved, her features, colors, and shapes melding into a single solid gray entity, and all of it suddenly moved into the cut on Niso's torso, like a slushy being sucked up by an invisible straw. Niso would feel the cold come over his body from the inside, like something was coating his insides with cold clay. It was slightly nauseating, like when one was getting sick. Then the moment passed and it was gone. Her sense, slowly, beca--
IT HURTS.
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS.
She was overwhelmed, suddenly, by everything all at once. Oh God. Oh no. It HURT. IT HURTS. Everything was broken or bleeding or bent in some way and everything about her SCREECHED that this was WRONG and she should not be here. SHE SHOULD NOT BE HERE. This body should be dead, this person should be dead...this...no, slowly it was healing. But God, it still hurt. It still hurt SO MUCH. It was wrong. It was bad. It--
It has to be different. I cannot be weak.
I can't!!
For the first time in her life--or not the real first, but the first she remembered clearly--she tried to feel herself inside. Feel where she was disconnected in her host's senses. It was probably harder than it should have been since EVERYTHING HURTS but she could just feel it. Places she was herself and not her host. Little places. Little cells. Little bits of her inside him. She focused, focused, IT HURTS, she focused until she felt herself collecting once more, forming more of herself inside, in the empty space of veins and nerves where organs and bones left room for her to exist. Room to be her.
Then she pushed. And she grew. And she pushed out her growing self, sharpened like needles--like razor-thin and pin-sharp blades--through him.
ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS
When her eyes finally connected with his--there had been so very, very much pain that she had been slow to connect completely, and then some--she could see her handy-work, rather than just feel it through his nerves.
In the center of his chest were ten needles. Impaled, like spikes, through him, but only through his front. Through his chest, his stomach, his--
HURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS
She pulled her hands apart. The blades cut through their--his--HURTS--flesh like it was nothing at all, leaving gashes deep enough that his insides could be seen from the outside as they went. Ten lines of blood pouring, ten lines of guts leaking, ten lines of her nails ripping his--their--flesh open.
He should be dying. He should be, but he wasn't. She could feel it. Feel...
...feel...nothing...?
The bond snapped.
The nails in the wounds suddenly receded back into Niso's torso, and in an instant, a thick, heavy splatter of gray shot out from the center injury like it had been fired from a gun. It skid to the ground in front of him, shapeless for a second, then began to slowly, slowly, form a cohesive shape again. Herself, her self, curled in the fetal position. She was only adorned in gray, like her skin. Her hair, eyes, mouth, dress--nothing had color yet. It was all she had just to keep this form and not dissolve completely from the pain.
ithurts
ithurts
Byeol-Su inhaled like she'd drowned and been brought back, but her form stayed colorless and curled up tight. She was shaking. She didn't feel it.
ithurtsithurtsithurts
...it worked...
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 7, 2019 23:01:22 GMT -4
An idea. A thought. If you were to disguise yourself out in the public...how would you do it? Would you just put on some make up, some masks, change your whole body? It depends on each person. Some prefer the tried and true method of putting on a mask or helmet. Voice modulator to keep yourself guarded, protected armor to block some stuff, and you often times make it look cool. It's pretty simple. Other times you can just transform your whole body and mess with it. In that regard, that comes with a whole much of subfields. Transform your whole body, your face, your height, your hair, a lot of stuff. In Tachibana's case, it's not as much transforming but...well no it is literally transforming, duh, but its not as big as Niso's stuff. It's...far too grander. Complete control over one's own self. Interesting. Curious. Annoying. Horrible. Disgusting. Hilarious. A whole amount of emotions being filtered through intense pain and overclocked senses.
She just laughs at the whole face changing. 'OOH, DO ME NEXT, DO ME NEXT!" She cackles as all of the bat figure's attempts quickly faded away, as if it were nothing. Shame, really, that they couldn't last for longer. It's like her healing, but far more effective. But she likes having some sighs of it as it slowly heals up. His is boring. It's far more boring. So much more boring. A knife can't do much. Even her acid didn't do that in the long run. It's really pathetic. She bites her thumb down, essentially causing even more pain for her mind to process. So you know, that's always good and all. Right now she's waiting to see what the little thing does. Alright that's a bit rude, the girl's alright. She's not as annoying as all the other kids she sees around. But...what is she gonna do to this kid? Even seeing it in red, one can tell that the texture in her body is off. Especially her accelerated eyesight: she can practically see the slime texture on Parasyte. So then...what is she gonna do?
...Ah.
...Hmm.
...Oh.
...Uh.
...Huh. Neat. You know what, this is passable. She did good.
...Alright nah. She's really underselling what happened. Her eyes perked up as she basically slipped into Niso's cut, entering his body and doing stuff to it from the inside. Damn, that's pretty cool. But uh...what else is there? Nothing really happened back then and OOOOOOOOOOOOOH SO THAT'S WHAT SHE DID. NIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. She just starts laughing, basically keeling over a bit placing her hands on her knees as the extrusions bursted out of Niso's body. The weird texture extrusions. Blood. Guts. All the fun stuff.
And then she came out. She was all in one shade. She seems to be slowly breaking down and then slowly reforming. It was a constant struggle. Libra just stares at her. This is interesting. Actions and everything, she is still a little girl messing around with events far out of her control. Kudos for pushing yourself through this. But this is a bit much. A tad bit much. She just slowly walks up to her, and looks at her hand. She pulls over the slightly burnt sleeve over her hand and slightly pats the distressed Parasyte at...well she thinks it's her head. Dunno. "...You did good." For a brief second, an actual genuine gentle smile came out of the insane Libra. And then her eyes shifted upward. Towards the slowly reforming body.
"...Now then...." Although she was speaking in her usual horrible screechy voice, something was a bit off. A bit more bile. A bit more interest. A bit more...excited. "Ya know....I think I paid for two attempts. Already wasted one..so that means it's my turn again." She slowly walks up to Niso, with her arm smelling a bit more burnt. More and more acid building up. She positions her hand in front of Niso's throat. "No decapitation. Right?" She lowers it near the upper half of the chest, where the collarbones are. "One blow, right?" She grins.
With a single accelerated thrust she jabs her hand inside Niso's chest and has it shake up and down that gash, more and more acid leaking inside his body. 5 seconds of it being 'stuck' and she pulls it out. "And....there we go. Alright mister weird eyes. I'm done for the night. YOUR TURN." She resumes her usual tone cackling as she walks back, but walks up near Goro, stares at him and then stares back at the collapsed Parasyte. She places her hands in her pockets. "COME ON NOW. TIME IS MONEY. GOGOGOGOGOGOGO." And she's back to normal. Cackling all the while to see what's gonna happen next.
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Post by Niso Konto on Nov 10, 2019 18:39:09 GMT -4
Adjusting himself a little more, he had no dislocated bones to slip back into place, but he had a lot of scar tissue working it's way deeper into his system where he'd later integrate it with his stomache, either to cough it up or...send it the other way. The burning knife had a lot of scar tissue to come with that, so he'd probably have to cough that up just to get rid of it. He didn't know how easily burned human flesh digested and wasn't about to risk it causing any issues.
He was just about healed up when the girl before him took their turn, seemingly just...brushing over him for a moment, forcing him to quirk a brow when-
"AH HEY WHAT ARE YOU-" Before he could finish she was just...gone, flowing through his veins, and then through the linings of those veins, the vessels themselves.Beyond that, stretching out. He could feel her. Cells that knew their place had to make room for her. The odd sensation that people might feel when she mixed with them he could TRULY sense, knowing exactly which of his cells she lay between...he instinctively patted at the wound, as if he could somehow wrench her back out, not a situation he'd been in before and not one he wanted to risk if it interacted so directly with his quirk...
Truth be told, he was a little scared...but only a little.
He could feel her...shifting and churning. Collecting herself. This was better. This was good. At least that meant she wasn't truly running rampant across his body.
"Okay...you gonna get your money's worth anytime so-" His words cut short by the ramming of needle like claws through his torso. He winced and grit his teeth. No laughing quite this time. It hurt in a way he'd never quite experienced before. he could subtly thicken his skin against punches. He could dislocate limbs and ragdoll with a crash. He could cut off flow to blood vessels before he bled out...but this was unique. New. He didn't know how to prepare for it, and so he'd been playing catch up. He bled far more than was normal for him, but just as much as any normal person should really. It poured down his chest and -SHRIP-, as he dropped to his knees the blood slowed just as his chest was torn open, the girl rapidly leaving her, seeming pretty traumatized as Niso had to hold himself together, literally grasping the torn flesh and trying to hold it closed like a jacket around himself, finally the chuckles flowing.
"W-well glad everyone could have their fun....b-but I think having my...guts spill out...is the sign I should really be getting a rest..."
His eyes drifted over to the acid producing, ever shouting, blind dumbass that was Libra. He'd scoul at her as she even suggested taking another shot in his current state. "You do realize you...sort of need to let me heal first right? This was sort of...a service for...people to test their strength..." He panted and huffed as he tried to force himself up to his feet, strands of flesh connecting the two torn sides enough to keep his organs in place. "At this point you're throwing coins into a broken arcade machiiiiIIINE!" No use. Libra was an asshole. Hand thrusted into his open chest and just thrown around. Niso could heal through this...but it was too much pain for once. He dropped to his side, arms around his torso. The crowd that had been having a damn good time tossing the kid about were...unnerved, to say the least, that it had gone to this extent. A fair few just deserting the show, and even a few that stayed clearly not about to give this kid another 'run'.
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Post by John Doe on Nov 11, 2019 21:19:07 GMT -4
It was truly a graphic display, One of artistic crimson spray as John watched this master at work. Having to gulp lightly at one point as he could feel his mouth salivating only mildly at the delicious display. "Seems like you really enjoy your work. Worn out as you are those were quite skilled strikes." He'd say with a casual nod and while not friendly still disarming grin in response. The mild comment of conversation mainly to show no offense had been taken when his shoulder was grabbed. He could read the situation well enough and had not stopped observing the show from start to finish either.
"Seems she's rather eager..." He'd say unable to stop himself from allowing a brief couple second chuckle from breaking past his lips. Nodding towards the woman ready to go with all the gusto like a small child on their birthday eagerly wishing to unwrap ones gifts. Of course in this situation the gift was the boy in the arena and the wrapping paper was his flesh about to be removed yet again.
John crouched lightly at times when no one was watching he'd attempt to salvage some sort of clean sample if he could when eyes could not see. But other then then that he kept watch and his eyes keenly observing the display. Almost like some circus display as the trainer forced some animal to do amazing things out of its normal range of behaviors. He watched this boy seem to maybe reach some sort of limit for himself but still mold and revitalize to a point again and again. It was truly breathtaking as if watching a new bred of beast be born and regenerate from death time and time again. He couldn't help but feel some kinship with what he was seeing.
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 16, 2019 21:09:44 GMT -4
Goro had gotten lucky, on where his hand had fallen. Any other thug in the crowd surely would’ve torn him apart for touching them, but it seemed the guy he’d grabbed was far from normal. In fact, it almost sounded like he was… an admirer? Though it’d been far from his focus at the time, Goro could remember hearing this guy make some rather interesting expressions during his turn beating on Niso, though that might’ve just been his imagination, and in his less-than-stellar mental state Goro could only interpret all of this in one way.
“S-Sorry, are you… coming onto me? I’m flattered but…” He mumbled. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with the other guy as far as he could see or hear, and so he trailed off, unable to think of an excuse to turn him down. With his own performance earlier, saying that this was the last place he’d want to meet a suitor didn’t seem fair.
With that, he fell into an uneasy, uncomfortable silence, just watching Parasyte head forward. Whatever she did, he hoped it’d feel like fitting punishment for the boy for copying his fucking face. Goro watched as the girl slipped into Niso’s veins, and it was only a few seconds later that he came to a realization that almost sent him keeling over all over again.
Parasyte could feel every physical sensation her host did, could she not? Not their emotions, but their pain, their senses. What would that mean for someone who was already so damaged, and who’s anatomy was so… off? Was she going to be okay in there? She’d paid enough to ensure the boy didn’t deliberately fight back, but…
His worry only mounted as ten razor-sharp needles shot out from Niso’s chest. Those were Parasyte’s, for sure, but she must feel that. Every point of red-hot pain flooding through her senses. The horrible cackling that erupted from next to him certainly didn’t make him feel better, and Goro’s hands shot to his ears, in a vain effort to protect his hearing from the obnoxiously loud Libra.
The next few seconds felt like an eternity. Each spike pulling itself forward, and then back, and then the boy’s body all but splitting in twain as a grey lump of goo shot from his torso. Goro’s body moved before his mind, a rare occurrence, and he rushed forward as the lump began to reform. God, she looked terrible. He’d be impressed by what she did, were he not fully aware of the toll it took on her.
“Parasyte, are you conscious? Are you okay?” He reached down to touch what he thought to be her shoulder, very carefully. He didn’t want to accidentally squish her or something, just make sure she knew he was there in case her eyes and ears couldn’t reform. The fear and worry was so all-consuming, Goro didn’t even notice Libra congratulating Parasyte, nor what she did to Niso afterward.
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 16, 2019 22:19:49 GMT -4
God...this is dull and lame. People leaving, kid's done, and everyone's doing nothing.
She sighs at the weird eye guy, who decided to just crouch there and...do nothing. Oh wait...uuh...yeah, no. Oh wait! Wait, no...Gah. She has no idea what he did. She expected a...hmm. What did she expect out of this. In her mind, she thought that he would start smashing his foot against the live corpse over and over, perhaps pulling out a knife and then removing the limbs or something. Listen, he's unconscious or at the very least vey tired. He'll probably not do anything against who comes up to him, leaving him to the mercy of them. But nah, just...just crouch there, guess. Maybe he'll do something later? Eh? Hmm. Who knows.
She looks at the bat guy who is also not doing anything. Man what a loser, didn't even react to what she did to him. Being too worried about the kid, asking if she was alright, what a nerd. Such an odd person to read. Suppose that goes for everyone here. Here they were all ready to just beat up this 16,17 year old looking dumbass with everything that they got, just simply pounding and stabbing and burning and punching and a whole lot of other stuff. Yet the moment she walks up and jabs some good ol acid in him, now its a bit too far. Or maybe theyre disappointed with how he just kinda stopped after a simple bitch stab. Man, so much for your quirk huh? You cant take that much pain, huh? Amazing. Good to know. So that's something. Even on the off chance he was kinda faking it, it does prove he has his limits on this. If she ever decides to just...ya know, all she has to do is just shove it in the neck after making him regen. Simple as that. Kid can't even throw a punch, her nose isn't broken at all.
She loudly sighs. "OH COME ON, YOU GUYS ARE LAME. HES RIGHT THERE. JUST KILL HIM. JEEZ." She shakes her head as the acid slowly burns off the pockets in her hoodie as more and more people leave. A bunch of losers, more like. Come on now, they're here to brutalize a kid here! At the very least have fun with it! If she didn't already pay for it and didnt have any free cash on her, she would just waltz up to the kid, and just crack his neck right there and then. Just end it right about now. But nah. She likes them rules. He never mentioned anything about giving himself a break, so its all kosher.
Whatever the case, it's pretty obvious that this part is about to end. She just goes up to Goro look over Parasyte, still reforming herself. "...SO HEY, CAN I SEE THAT KNIFE, I WANNA SEE IT GLOW AGAIN." She looks at Parasyste, a slight twinge of sympathy passes through, only for it to be removed by intrigued. "CAN SHE DO THAT TO ME? WHAT SHE DID TO HIM?"
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 16, 2019 23:50:30 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
ithurts
ithurts
Her world was taking longer than it was supposed to to come back. When she left a host there was a moment of blindness, deafness, senselessness that lasted until she reformed into something with eyes and ears and "skin". It was taking too long this time. Everything she felt--and only felt--was hurt. It hurt. She could still feel the lasting wounds from Rogue's knives that had lingered in Niso's throat and shoulders, the remnants of those who'd come before they had and left their mark here and there through broken bones or chipped teeth, the discomfort of metal and paper shoved into his innards, and her own attack...feeling knives through her--their--his chest and belly that sliced through with such ease, with so much blood lost as so much...
...pain...
Why would anyone do that to themselves? Or allow others to do it to them?
It hurts...
A feeling of something brushing against her head, followed shortly by pressure against her shoulder cut through the overwhelming pain on the side of her not pressed into the concrete. She forced her mouth to open to breathe in and out. She felt something so she could feel other things, too. Right. Right. How did she do that? How did she consciously take form...?
Color slowly seeped back into her, returning in patches on her hair, eyes, and "clothing", then spreading to fill itself in like ink moving through water. The more it returned the more her senses, too, came back to her. She first could hear again. Shouting, unsurprisingly. Ragged breathing from behind her. Somebody was closer to her, too, also breathing heavily, but not in pain like the other was. Instinct clutched at her chest for a moment.
Hurt? Who was hurting? She...she could help...she had to help...
"...a...beo...ji..."
No, not in this state, she couldn't. She was too hurt. She had to heal first. Her surviving was more important than whoever her host was, even if they were bleeding out. That was what he'd tell her now, if he were here.
Her sight came back. Or maybe it didn't? It was still dark, she couldn't see anything clearly, just rough outlines of shapes in different shades of gray. But there was a smell--that came back, too, at some point--to the air; burnt skin and cloth. Libra? And there was the hand on her shoulder...Rogue...?
Byeol-Su, finally aware enough, reached her fingers up to touch the sleeve of Rogue's arm, clinging lightly to it. Her expression was still unstable, her features sliding on her face like they were too big or loose for her head, but she tried to keep her eyes on where she thought his face was.
"......d...d....did...g...good.....?"
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Post by DrTentacles on Nov 17, 2019 23:39:32 GMT -4
A heavy sigh was the herald of Iseul’s appearance, the sudden shape of a thin man in an immaculate white lab stepping through the crowd, stride and posture as casual as if he were simply getting a drink at a nearby bar. He didn’t cut a path through the villains assembled, simply weaving through the crowd, almost looking comically out of place--like a salaryman in a biker bar. The bone-white horned mask was the only sign that he belonged among the cities miscreants, or he could have been confused for an off-work doctor from the police camps.
“Pardon me.” The masked man murmured, sliding past John, focused on only one thing. Stepping beside Goro, he dropped to a knee, pulling a small plastic canister with a flexible tube attached out from behind his belt.
“Your EKG spiked past redline.” He murmured, his voice softer. Only Goro might have been able to hear it clearly among the din of blood-drunk thugs. Like a doctor delivering bad news. “You should not have done that, Four. I’m disappointed.”
With the flick of a switch, the cannister whirred, and Iseul lowered a small tube to the mass of clay, vacuuming it up like spilled wine on a carpet, careful and methodical to get every little last splatter. Ignoring the rest of the villains, ignoring Libra’s grin.
When he finished, he twisted the top, and the whirring stopped.
“Good to see you again, Blackout.” Iseul said louder, as casual as though they’d passed on the street. “Be careful at the auction. The Plutocracy are chaotic, and somewhat venal.”
He clipped the canister to his belt, Parasyte inside, and started to step away, still ignoring Libra and Niso in a way that could almost be insulting if he didn’t seem so...mild. As though he was almost apologetic for causing trouble.
A few steps away from the group, he paused, turning back toward the villains, tilting his head in a way that hinted at a frown.
“...If anyone requires medical attention, I’ll be about. I suppose the dear boy will heal, then--marvelous quirk. A pity we didn’t find him soon enough. Good luck, everyone.” He added, as though not quite sure how to say goodbye. “I suppose I’ll see you all around.”
Iseul turned, leaving at a leisurely pace. Certainly slow enough that anyone with a working pair of legs could have followed.
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Post by Niso Konto on Nov 21, 2019 12:18:06 GMT -4
Niso couldn't really make out most of what was going on around him. The girl who'd burst out of his torso seemed to be in pain and then...hoovered up. Okay. He was clearly hallucinating. Libra was shouting...something. Probably as disconnected from the reality of what she'd done as she ever was, and the fellow who looked like he had perpetual bags under his eyes was trying to get close to Niso, who's guts were literally oozing out of him in liquified form thanks to Libra's own quirk. You'd think he was filled with that thick strawberry milkshake mcdonalds hands out which they stupidly believe anyone can get through a straw.
Niso was trying very hard to focus his cells to heal fastest and condense into something a little thicker and harder to melt around his stomache, not about to lose all the money he'd made putting himself through this agony, muttering out a gargled sound that seemed to be an attempt at calling out 'SHOWS OVER', though with the state he was in he could have been saying anything, it was solely his tone that seemed to lead a majority of the remaining crowd to disperse.
He grit his teeth, glaring over at Libra as she nonchalantly just...existed.
"I....will...kkikkghhh-!" His throat disolved again, but he forced himself to focus on regenerating it against the remaining acid before speaking again. "Kill....yooooou...!" Niso, being who he was, may forget his grudge as soon as the next day, but he was also likely to recall it the next time Libra even came close to pissing him off...which, knowing her, would be the next time she so much as opened her godamn mouth.
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Post by John Doe on Nov 23, 2019 9:39:03 GMT -4
He could only snort at the odd assumption from his words. Such ideas of pleasures of that sort weren't something he was often interested. Oddly enough he genuinely was keen on the style and skill put to work on the boy's body moments prior. It was the clashing of steel to flesh that excited him not the person themselves. "Nothing of that sort... just admiring skill at work." Was all he spoke simply enough. His tired almost dead eyes giving a lightly unamused expression at the very idea of it all.
John felt a bit of surprise watching at the show of the tired if not feinting strange girl and the boy of such power finally reduced to a heap of pulp. His condition something that no one of normal origin or quirkless could even hope to come back from. The sight of it causing John to salivate lightly within his mouth. The artistic vision of seeing him sliced, cut, and crushed as he was caused a sensation of intrigue and desire from the man. Crouching while everyone else was distracted with the other ongoings and gathering up a small 'sample' and trying to quickly hide it in his coat there after. Using his other hand to dab fingers in some of the blood that had leaked forth to try and hide what his other hand had done.
"This was an interesting display... To bad we couldn't see more." His words and momentary distraction as he looked at some of the blood between his fingers seemed uninterested at all in that small girl earliers condition. It was as if he'd forgotten about and could only focus on the one that had taken his true interest in this game and display. "I almost envy your powers boy." He'd say mildly to the young man on the ground in a lack luster tone. Rising there after hopefully with his secret bit of plunder to test this power out himself in the coming auction.
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Post by Goro Utari on Nov 24, 2019 12:10:43 GMT -4
Slowly, ever so slowly, Parasyte’s body seemed to reform, at least enough to give her some colour again. Goro felt relief wash over him, and his breath slowed from the harsh pace he hadn’t even noticed it’d assumed. She was alive, at least, though clearly in pain. Her face was sliding from her head, as if the ‘flesh’ around each feature was too loose to hold together, but that she could form a face at all was good.
She managed to choke out to a question, and Goro looked solemn as he responded. “I… I guess you did, it was impressive. But it’s not worth putting yourself in a state like this…”
Before he could say anything else, someone stepped past him, and dropped to his knee beside the melted girl. Goro recognized him immediately. Parasyte’s friend, carrying a strange canister and a device attached to it. He muttered to Parasyte, clearly unaware that anyone was capable of overhearing, let alone the bat across from him. Goro didn’t respond to any of it, nor give any indication he’d heard it. He knew just how dangerous Parasyte’s friend could be, and he wasn’t about to provoke him into silencing him, in either sense of the word. He had an EKG on her, huh? What other methods was he using to track the girl?
Watching Parasyte be sucked into the tube made Goro forget to breathe for a moment. It made sense when he gave it a moment of thought, it was certainly possible but… just not something he’d ever expect to witness. He would’ve questioned if it were safe or comfortable for her, but if Friend was using it now he must’ve had to before. It was unlikely he’d use anything that’d cause the girl anymore pain or grief. Still, it left a frown on Goro’s face that would’ve been plain to see to the other man, if he had eyes.
When Parasyte’s friend was done hoovering her up, he finally addressed Goro directly. “It’s good to see you again as well,” He nodded, “And, believe me, I don’t intend to hang around for too long. I’m well aware of the danger this auction poses.”
Niso looked in, well, bad shape; definitely too injured for anyone else to take a turn. The crowd seemed all too aware of this, and they were already scattering. Now that Parasyte was in safe hands, Goro didn’t really have any reason to stick around. He went to stand up, only to hear Libra ask to see the glowing knife again. Goro sighed, and turned to her, annoyance written across his face.
“It’s broken, so no.” With that, he actually stood up, and quickly made his own way out of the warehouse, before anyone could stop him or complain about him stealing their turn again.
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 24, 2019 12:43:08 GMT -4
And with that childish scream, it was over. The kid finally gave up and called the whole thing off. Ya know, in hindsight it made sense. You don't tend to do any more stuff the moment some gray skinned woman jabs her hand in you. Let's see here...this would be considered assault and battery, add in some potential loitering regulations, breaking in owned property like this warehouse, add in juneviles if they're under twenty....oh boy there's a whole mess of broken laws in here. She grins at the thought of this, conveniently the moment Niso looked at her. All these broken regulations and offenses are starting to fill up her head with potential defenses or research on them. God, what a fine horrible mess this was. She nods her head, a job well done here. Shame she didn't kill the kid. Which kid she;s talking about...don't know.
Maybe she's leaning more on potentially killing Parasyte at the moment, but its not cause of her. It's cause of the weird mask guy walking up to the two and slurping her up. Boy that's a neat thing to have, maybe he can do it faster with a straw or vacuum.. With the way he talks about her, it might annoy him if that project of his dies from something. But nah, the girl is fine. She showed off a cool body trick on the other kid, so she's alright on her book. Plus she needs her so she can recreate that trick on herself. Imagine, flesh covered in acid bursting out of her own body...ehehhe...He was speaking softly however. EKG levels, calling her 4, interesting. A shame no one other than Goro who has enhanced senses would hear hi-oooooh waiiiit a second, she has enhanced hearing! How neat of her! Awesome! Good to know. He stared at her, and she grins to him, with her flesh around the mouth burning away and very slowly growing back. As he asks out for any medical attention, she raises her hand as a joke but it was to no heed. He has left as soon as he entered in.
Aw damn it, she should have asked if he needed a lawyer. Eh, oh well, she'll ask later.
Goro finally responded to her question. It's broken. The smile fades away. "Boo." She laments, switching back to a quieter tone. No one got what they wanted. She wanted to kill the kid, he wanted to show off his fancy little knife and not have his kid friend horribly injure herself, she herself didn't want to horribly get messed up from inside the kid's body, and the kid got acid inside him. Think the only, the only person here who managed to have a fun time here and got what they came here for was that big eyed guy in the corner. Holding something in his hands then putting it away, something barely noted that she got from her eyes. Interesting. She'll ask him later.
"WELL. THIS SUCKS, SO I'M OUT OF HERE. ENJOY A LIFETIME OF IMPRISONMENT IF YOU ALL GET CAUGHT. HAVE A NICE WEEEEEEEEEE." She waves them all off, straps on a new surgery mask, and heads off, out of the warehouse and back into the loud ambiance they call the streets. Back to her aimless wandering and potential sleeping in the alleyway...or should she get a hotel room? Who knows, she's quite unclear on that decision. Maybe she'll flip a coin or something. Her skin slowly shifts back to normal, with her eyesight fading away.
She can feel Niso staring at her as she left, still with daggers in his glare. It's kinda hilarious.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Nov 24, 2019 18:39:21 GMT -4
| We don't need enemies Best friends are all I can take |
It was good, but also not good? She wasn't sure she understood. Byeol-Su winced just a little at the sounds of shouting and gurgling and pain from behind her, but still couldn't move herself to see what had happened. Was it the boy? Niso? Oh, no...she didn't want to hurt him so much that he was unable to heal. But her attack shouldn't have done so much. Even though it hurt--and she knew it hurt, and how it hurt, precisely--she could feel him healing through the bond. It wasn't more than he could handle...right...?
A familiar voice cut through her haze, and wide eyes, still slipping off her just a little, landed on his mask. Her weak little smile grew for a moment.
"D-..."
Then it fell. Oh. Oh no, his voice wasn't happy at all. He was...
Her eyes squeezed shut, the burning filling behind them not even a hint of the pain in her stomach and chest, but she still knew it was there. He was not happy. To call her by that name she knew he was very, very upset. Or he thought it was necessary in this place...no, no, Rouge knew her name, and so did Libra. It wasn't because of who was there. She whimpered.
"...s....s...so...rry..."
Please don't be sad, please please please...
The touch of metal to her skin, followed by the sound of the vacuum, was all the warning she had before she was suddenly moving. It didn't feel very good with how much she was already hurting to be forcibly drunk up by the machine--the hard ridges of the tube of the vacuum were not as giving or as kind as those of veins and skin. But once she was in the glass container the meld of gray liquid inside sprouted a pair of eyes--her eyes--so she was still able to see outside it. The glass was cold, so very very cold, but that was a good thing. Her eye-lids drooped a little. Despite it being colder than the air outside, it was really nice. She had been hurting so much, and the cold numbed it while keeping her "self" at a comfortable consistency.
She would have liked to say goodbye to Rogue and Libra and Niso herself, but she knew she wouldn't have been able to, so...she would do so later.
Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the cold, and sleep off the pain.
It worked.
...was it worth it, if this was the state she was reduced to afterwards?
No. No, it probably wasn't.
...unless...?
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