Post by Niso Konto on Jun 28, 2020 10:20:04 GMT -4
"...."
Niso in the corner of his room, glancing over to Luzia as she slept, his love, his muse, the one who gave him what he could consider life when there was only endurance before. He thought again if he should even be doing this but... he knew how she was, and he knew the risk he was going to be taking today. He'd prefer to just not put her through it, not let her see what might happen. Afterall, he was risking turning into that chameleon fellow at Shinagawa. Best to leave her out of it. Not worry her. It wasn't something he could just... cancel, afteral. And besides, should things go as he plans? He'd come back even closer to immortality than before. No reason to ever make her fret over this...
Luzia, I'm going to be away for some time. Maybe just a few hours, maybe a few days, I can't say, but I just want you to know-
No. No. He couldn't make it too complicated or wordy... the more room he left for her to find the gaps in his words, the more her hyperactive imagination could wonder and speculate that something dangerous was going on... he tapped his pen on the notepad he was using for several moments, several drafts accidentally becoming lengthier than he hoped until finally, with a deep breath, he put it as simply as he could.
I love you.
I will be back.
- Niso
Tearing the page out of the notepad, Niso rose to his feet, admiring how Luzia slept as he walked up beside the bed. A gentle hold on her wrist and he'd lift it just an inch from the bed, sliding the note under her resting palm, crouching beside her to admrie those adorable, sleeping eyes, a delicate touch brushing back her luscious pink lockes. A kiss places on her sleeping lips before pulling away. As far as he was concerned the note said everything Luzia would need to know. Everything Niso knew... no matter what happened. He'd be back.
No. Matter. What.
A short trip across town, and arrangements were made. A hired hand arrived on the scene before him, a gruff looking man with blades sprouting from his elbows. Niso knew the few ways he could be killed and... should this become an experience he couldn't endure, he needed someone on hand he could trust to put him out of his misery. In a selfish world that would have been Luzia... but he could never put her through that, nore could he trust her to.
"Remember the deal?" He began, striding past the man into an abandoned warehouse. The gruff man followed him with a rough grunt and a nod.
"You give me any indication you can't go through with it, I cut off your head."
Niso felt his muscles tense at that idea, but he didn't show it outwardly, though he did offer a correction- "You dice it. You pound what's left to powder, and you stick around till the rest of me stops moving. Understood?"
It was... nauseating, telling someone else how to not only kill him, but to ensure it's over. Death was still the most terrifying thing Niso felt he could ever face, but if he became stuck in a perpetual state of agony as his body refused to let him die in it's enhanced state...? Well... perhaps death could finally be a mercy. Another grunt confirmed the agreement, and Niso stood in the center of the abandoned structure, head tipping backwards with a deep sigh, slowly sliding into a sickening smile.
"Well. You get paid either way.... though I doubt i'll really be needing you."
Rolling up his sleeve, Niso took the needle he'd prepare earlier, filled with the MARINE Antonio had helped him aquire. With the tip aimed against his forearm, his veins moving into place rather than bothering to search one out, he took a slow breath hesitating with the risk, but not for long, pressuring the other end with his thumb and letting it fill his veins, encouraging the flow of his blood so it'd spread faster.
His arm fell, his sleeve with it, and he clenched his fist, trying to further increase the flow of blood. And...nothing...?
"...I swear if that idiot thought he could ger away ŵ̴͔̹̱̻͔͓̩͚̬̣͇̆̈́̚ỉ̵̛͙͉͖̜̣̦̰̙̻͍͇̔̾͑̓̆͛̊̀͂̈́ͅͅt̶̡̖̼̯̫̜̦͚͆͆̉̈̈̍̈́̅̒͂̑͝h̵̨̡̧̳̱͎̠̟͉͎̝̮̣́͛͂̓̃̀͠ͅ-"
Niso paused and his hired aid shifted from a relaxed stance. It wasn't just his word that had came out weird, like... a garbled mess of the same word layered over itself a hundred times but... the thought too. That one word lingered in his mind like an echo seared into his brain cells.
Niso didn't have time to consider why that had happened, as a more physical demonstration of the drug's side effect was making itself known. His cold blue eyes darting down to the arm he'd injected, an intense bulging under his sleeve suddenly bursting the tightening fabric, revealing tumerous growths all down his forearm, many taking the form of additional digits, the makings of a second wrist, and if Niso wasn't mistaken a brief eye and several teeth before they were engulfed by the expanding flesh spreading over them. Niso's arm felt numb for a fraction of a second, before filling the rest of his nerves with absolutel searing pain. He staggered back, almost trying to escape his own arm, consciously fighting back against whatever was going on with his body, the attempts to purge the growth combating with the growth itself, intensifying the swelling at his elbow till his forearm just... popped, like a balloon of loosely connected flesh and blood, the bone seeming to have turned soft and tender in the process, Niso breathing heavily and looking down at his eradicated limb, gripping at his bicep in disbelief.
"What-..."
"... You good?" The man spoke up. The image was clearly something that put even him on edge, but so long as Niso wasn't giving the signal he was to stand by.
"...I̵̡̥̭̩͆͝'̵̝̰̟̗͍͇̪̙̈͑͛̇̅̂̌̚͜͝m̵̧̡͈̝̖̼̩̟͕͇̳͎͆͑̀̃̆͌̓̓̀͒̎̚͘͠͠ ̸̢̛͚̮̬̰̬͕͕̝̳͕͙̹̦͂̽́̆͊̈̂̈̈́̾̒͝ͅF̴̛̛̳̄̇͊́̈͝ì̸̢̘̟̜̳̹̙̥͈͔̥̮͋̃̇͒̇̈́͊̾͛͝n̶̛̬͎̝̦͐́́͆̇͊͐̕͠͝ͅĕ̴͚̤̜̠̰͙̗̻̓͊̈̓͋͌̅͑̓͒̄͛͐́."
Niso clutched to his throat. There it was again. With it the realization that even with his forearm gone this anomaly. This... MARINE. It was already too deep in his system to purge. In his eagerness to accelerate the growth of his healing process to combat the side effects he'd spread it around his body in close to fractions of a second. O-okay. He could tackle this. Whatever it was he just needed to recognize it and assault it. He could control everything. His muscles. His skin. His nerves. His organs. His blood. Every aspect of his body was under his control.
I̶̛̹͉̜̘̺̥̗̪̟̼̙̭̻͍͛̂̊̓͐̇ ̸̫̖̲͓̗̠̻̹̪͈̠̈̆h̸͈̻̮̥̓a̵͍̬̟͉̦̜̜̮͇̋ͅv̶̡̮̗͇̳̿̀̆͗̓̀͛̈́̚͘͝e̶̩͚̞̗̠̦̖̗͎̜̽̾́̇̐̇͌̍͑̂͆̏͜͜͝͝ͅ ̶̨̜͇͎̲̜̟̣̙͓͍̖̲̈́̇̍͛̊͆̒̓̚͘͠f̴̨̦͉̳̣͎̥̱̲̾̉u̷̢̨̢̡̼̯͇̻̮̰̒͠l̵̛̩͇͙͉̰̰̠̭͂̓̐̈̌̈́̏̚͘̕͜͠͠l̵̨̙͚̭̮̠̬̦͎͚̞͈̳̬͐͜ ̸͔͍̯̬͓͙͕̯̪̣͊͋̅̊̏̽͋̓̄͝͝ͅç̸̢̰̤͈̭͇̮͕̓̃̇̀̍͗͗̓̿̅̿͘͠ǫ̶̢͔̟̩̰̱̥͕̾́͊͆̈͆͠ṋ̴̽̈́͂̏s̷͈̈̔̄̾̐̈̍̊̄̿̚͘͠c̸̟̱̈́̈́̒͌̚̚ͅȋ̴̧̱͇͍̜̽̾̇̍͑̚͠ò̸̩̖̬̦̲͜u̸̳̎̀̅̕ș̷̢͖͖̭͔̺͔͎͍̰̎̐͒͂̌͂̍̄̊̀̈́͠ ̸̡̡̨̨̨͎͍̯̯̗̘́̎̔͊̑̓͂̾͝͠c̴̢͓͈͔̩̖̣̤͕̀̈́̀̈̎̈́ǫ̶̛̮̪̙͓̠͗̾̆̄̽͋̿͊͂͊̇̏n̸̞̤͇͔͕̼̩͓͚͉͎͈̒̈̅͒̏͝ͅͅṱ̸͙̭͕̼̖̍͛͌͛̽͋̿̃̿̋͠ṛ̵̡̧̛̪͖̩̺͂͗̆͒̏͗́͘͠͝ö̴͙́̈́̄̈̃̎̋̏̆͘͝͝ļ̸̟͉̤̖̰̰̩̙͎̺͋̂̄́́̍̽͘ ̶̘̠͉̺̼̺͔͔̻̗̹̯͌̈̍͆͌̓̂͒͜o̵̬̦̺̻͉̠͖̙̽̽̔͠v̵̡̢̨̫͎͓̻͙̠̠̐͋̄̈͐͐͆̚͘e̶̮̍͑͒̑̀̿̑̑̑͛͝ř̷̢̢̛̭͇͇͎̻̬͈͎̜̞̳́̈́̐̈́̅̄͐̍̚̕͜ ̴̛̺̺̗͍̈ë̵̡̹̭̹̲̤̹̠̦̻͚͕͍̜͓̆̓̑͝v̵̧̩̞͑̅͆͊͆̔͛͐̊͗͆̕ę̶̭͕͓̻̖̭̩̪̼͚̬̬̄͒̎͆̿̐̾̆̊͋̀r̶̟̫͚̞͈͔̭̰͔̦̖̟͐̈́̔̅̀̆̓̓͘ͅẏ̵̢̘̌̐̀͛-̵̤̙͆̈́͒̐̋͗̀͛͝͝
The thought echoed again, distorted in his mind... and slowly Niso was realizing why. Niso didn't know what this drug did on a fundamental level to those who took it, but if it enhanced his quirk... the ability to hold conscious control over every cell in his body then... to enhance that could mean....
"...Kill me."
Niso looked down to his still present hand. He could feel the shifting cells in his skin and the gears began to turn as to what was happening to his body. Seeing the distant look in his eyes, his hired aid stepped up closer, narrowing his eyes.
"You serious kid? You hardly look-AGH!" He staggered back as Niso turned to him, clutching onto his clothes with a wild desperate look in his eyes, throttling him back and forth.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME I SAID KILL ME! DESTROY ME BEFORE THEY-!"
Whatever sense of self Niso was holding onto popped as his arm had in an instant. The sound of tearing fabric filled his ears before they were covered, muffled by excess flesh. Vision fogged and faded before turning dark... multiplying... angles he never expected to see from merged into a blend of colors, a sense of taste originating everywhere from his original tongue to the base of his own feet. The cool chill of night time air wafting through the abandoned structure tickling his skin as it should... while also burning him like it was brushing against the surface of his heart at every point.
A disgusting, gutteral groan, fueled by several overlapping throats emerged from the creature, a mess of body parts trying to form over one another, both in places they should and far from where they were every meant to be. Eyes, teeth, tongues, hair, sprouting briefly from every point they could before being engulfed in the origins of an arm, which itself may be engulfed by the makings of a spine or just further excess skin. One of Niso's true eyes broke out from the mess, his original body still laying beneath the surface, slowly being digested, reaching out desperately for something to hold onto even as it was dragged back into the organic mess, the nails of several dozen fingers from a single hand dragging at the concrete floor as Niso was pulled into the center of the mass, engulfed in agony.
Every single cell in his body had become conscious, and, just as swiftly... they'd all realized there was only so much fuel to go around for them. Every last cell had begun to multiply, digest, grow, change, accelerate bodily processes, not a single one working in harmony, all of them growing into their own individual armies to try and overtake the limited resources of this organic husk that Niso could once call 'himself'.
He felt the sharp sting of several bladed slashes as he sunk deeper into the war being raged throughout his own body. They could barely be considered as pain when stacked up against the hell of feeling 30 trillion versions of himself constantly killing one another in a desperate attempt to be the one lone originating consciousness left standing. The blades soon stopped... a muffled cry of refusal. Shallow steps echoing in the distance.
Darkness.
Pain.
Eventually... be it a worker checking up on his disused properties or... some child unfortunate enough to choose today to make that abandoned warehouse his playground, Niso might be found and reported to the authorities. A mass of flesh, so large it would fill every inch of the average Japanese bedroom. Pulsing... breathing...
And. Once in a while.
Screaming.
Niso in the corner of his room, glancing over to Luzia as she slept, his love, his muse, the one who gave him what he could consider life when there was only endurance before. He thought again if he should even be doing this but... he knew how she was, and he knew the risk he was going to be taking today. He'd prefer to just not put her through it, not let her see what might happen. Afterall, he was risking turning into that chameleon fellow at Shinagawa. Best to leave her out of it. Not worry her. It wasn't something he could just... cancel, afteral. And besides, should things go as he plans? He'd come back even closer to immortality than before. No reason to ever make her fret over this...
Luzia, I'm going to be away for some time. Maybe just a few hours, maybe a few days, I can't say, but I just want you to know-
No. No. He couldn't make it too complicated or wordy... the more room he left for her to find the gaps in his words, the more her hyperactive imagination could wonder and speculate that something dangerous was going on... he tapped his pen on the notepad he was using for several moments, several drafts accidentally becoming lengthier than he hoped until finally, with a deep breath, he put it as simply as he could.
I love you.
I will be back.
- Niso
Tearing the page out of the notepad, Niso rose to his feet, admiring how Luzia slept as he walked up beside the bed. A gentle hold on her wrist and he'd lift it just an inch from the bed, sliding the note under her resting palm, crouching beside her to admrie those adorable, sleeping eyes, a delicate touch brushing back her luscious pink lockes. A kiss places on her sleeping lips before pulling away. As far as he was concerned the note said everything Luzia would need to know. Everything Niso knew... no matter what happened. He'd be back.
No. Matter. What.
A short trip across town, and arrangements were made. A hired hand arrived on the scene before him, a gruff looking man with blades sprouting from his elbows. Niso knew the few ways he could be killed and... should this become an experience he couldn't endure, he needed someone on hand he could trust to put him out of his misery. In a selfish world that would have been Luzia... but he could never put her through that, nore could he trust her to.
"Remember the deal?" He began, striding past the man into an abandoned warehouse. The gruff man followed him with a rough grunt and a nod.
"You give me any indication you can't go through with it, I cut off your head."
Niso felt his muscles tense at that idea, but he didn't show it outwardly, though he did offer a correction- "You dice it. You pound what's left to powder, and you stick around till the rest of me stops moving. Understood?"
It was... nauseating, telling someone else how to not only kill him, but to ensure it's over. Death was still the most terrifying thing Niso felt he could ever face, but if he became stuck in a perpetual state of agony as his body refused to let him die in it's enhanced state...? Well... perhaps death could finally be a mercy. Another grunt confirmed the agreement, and Niso stood in the center of the abandoned structure, head tipping backwards with a deep sigh, slowly sliding into a sickening smile.
"Well. You get paid either way.... though I doubt i'll really be needing you."
Rolling up his sleeve, Niso took the needle he'd prepare earlier, filled with the MARINE Antonio had helped him aquire. With the tip aimed against his forearm, his veins moving into place rather than bothering to search one out, he took a slow breath hesitating with the risk, but not for long, pressuring the other end with his thumb and letting it fill his veins, encouraging the flow of his blood so it'd spread faster.
His arm fell, his sleeve with it, and he clenched his fist, trying to further increase the flow of blood. And...nothing...?
"...I swear if that idiot thought he could ger away ŵ̴͔̹̱̻͔͓̩͚̬̣͇̆̈́̚ỉ̵̛͙͉͖̜̣̦̰̙̻͍͇̔̾͑̓̆͛̊̀͂̈́ͅͅt̶̡̖̼̯̫̜̦͚͆͆̉̈̈̍̈́̅̒͂̑͝h̵̨̡̧̳̱͎̠̟͉͎̝̮̣́͛͂̓̃̀͠ͅ-"
Niso paused and his hired aid shifted from a relaxed stance. It wasn't just his word that had came out weird, like... a garbled mess of the same word layered over itself a hundred times but... the thought too. That one word lingered in his mind like an echo seared into his brain cells.
Niso didn't have time to consider why that had happened, as a more physical demonstration of the drug's side effect was making itself known. His cold blue eyes darting down to the arm he'd injected, an intense bulging under his sleeve suddenly bursting the tightening fabric, revealing tumerous growths all down his forearm, many taking the form of additional digits, the makings of a second wrist, and if Niso wasn't mistaken a brief eye and several teeth before they were engulfed by the expanding flesh spreading over them. Niso's arm felt numb for a fraction of a second, before filling the rest of his nerves with absolutel searing pain. He staggered back, almost trying to escape his own arm, consciously fighting back against whatever was going on with his body, the attempts to purge the growth combating with the growth itself, intensifying the swelling at his elbow till his forearm just... popped, like a balloon of loosely connected flesh and blood, the bone seeming to have turned soft and tender in the process, Niso breathing heavily and looking down at his eradicated limb, gripping at his bicep in disbelief.
"What-..."
"... You good?" The man spoke up. The image was clearly something that put even him on edge, but so long as Niso wasn't giving the signal he was to stand by.
"...I̵̡̥̭̩͆͝'̵̝̰̟̗͍͇̪̙̈͑͛̇̅̂̌̚͜͝m̵̧̡͈̝̖̼̩̟͕͇̳͎͆͑̀̃̆͌̓̓̀͒̎̚͘͠͠ ̸̢̛͚̮̬̰̬͕͕̝̳͕͙̹̦͂̽́̆͊̈̂̈̈́̾̒͝ͅF̴̛̛̳̄̇͊́̈͝ì̸̢̘̟̜̳̹̙̥͈͔̥̮͋̃̇͒̇̈́͊̾͛͝n̶̛̬͎̝̦͐́́͆̇͊͐̕͠͝ͅĕ̴͚̤̜̠̰͙̗̻̓͊̈̓͋͌̅͑̓͒̄͛͐́."
Niso clutched to his throat. There it was again. With it the realization that even with his forearm gone this anomaly. This... MARINE. It was already too deep in his system to purge. In his eagerness to accelerate the growth of his healing process to combat the side effects he'd spread it around his body in close to fractions of a second. O-okay. He could tackle this. Whatever it was he just needed to recognize it and assault it. He could control everything. His muscles. His skin. His nerves. His organs. His blood. Every aspect of his body was under his control.
I̶̛̹͉̜̘̺̥̗̪̟̼̙̭̻͍͛̂̊̓͐̇ ̸̫̖̲͓̗̠̻̹̪͈̠̈̆h̸͈̻̮̥̓a̵͍̬̟͉̦̜̜̮͇̋ͅv̶̡̮̗͇̳̿̀̆͗̓̀͛̈́̚͘͝e̶̩͚̞̗̠̦̖̗͎̜̽̾́̇̐̇͌̍͑̂͆̏͜͜͝͝ͅ ̶̨̜͇͎̲̜̟̣̙͓͍̖̲̈́̇̍͛̊͆̒̓̚͘͠f̴̨̦͉̳̣͎̥̱̲̾̉u̷̢̨̢̡̼̯͇̻̮̰̒͠l̵̛̩͇͙͉̰̰̠̭͂̓̐̈̌̈́̏̚͘̕͜͠͠l̵̨̙͚̭̮̠̬̦͎͚̞͈̳̬͐͜ ̸͔͍̯̬͓͙͕̯̪̣͊͋̅̊̏̽͋̓̄͝͝ͅç̸̢̰̤͈̭͇̮͕̓̃̇̀̍͗͗̓̿̅̿͘͠ǫ̶̢͔̟̩̰̱̥͕̾́͊͆̈͆͠ṋ̴̽̈́͂̏s̷͈̈̔̄̾̐̈̍̊̄̿̚͘͠c̸̟̱̈́̈́̒͌̚̚ͅȋ̴̧̱͇͍̜̽̾̇̍͑̚͠ò̸̩̖̬̦̲͜u̸̳̎̀̅̕ș̷̢͖͖̭͔̺͔͎͍̰̎̐͒͂̌͂̍̄̊̀̈́͠ ̸̡̡̨̨̨͎͍̯̯̗̘́̎̔͊̑̓͂̾͝͠c̴̢͓͈͔̩̖̣̤͕̀̈́̀̈̎̈́ǫ̶̛̮̪̙͓̠͗̾̆̄̽͋̿͊͂͊̇̏n̸̞̤͇͔͕̼̩͓͚͉͎͈̒̈̅͒̏͝ͅͅṱ̸͙̭͕̼̖̍͛͌͛̽͋̿̃̿̋͠ṛ̵̡̧̛̪͖̩̺͂͗̆͒̏͗́͘͠͝ö̴͙́̈́̄̈̃̎̋̏̆͘͝͝ļ̸̟͉̤̖̰̰̩̙͎̺͋̂̄́́̍̽͘ ̶̘̠͉̺̼̺͔͔̻̗̹̯͌̈̍͆͌̓̂͒͜o̵̬̦̺̻͉̠͖̙̽̽̔͠v̵̡̢̨̫͎͓̻͙̠̠̐͋̄̈͐͐͆̚͘e̶̮̍͑͒̑̀̿̑̑̑͛͝ř̷̢̢̛̭͇͇͎̻̬͈͎̜̞̳́̈́̐̈́̅̄͐̍̚̕͜ ̴̛̺̺̗͍̈ë̵̡̹̭̹̲̤̹̠̦̻͚͕͍̜͓̆̓̑͝v̵̧̩̞͑̅͆͊͆̔͛͐̊͗͆̕ę̶̭͕͓̻̖̭̩̪̼͚̬̬̄͒̎͆̿̐̾̆̊͋̀r̶̟̫͚̞͈͔̭̰͔̦̖̟͐̈́̔̅̀̆̓̓͘ͅẏ̵̢̘̌̐̀͛-̵̤̙͆̈́͒̐̋͗̀͛͝͝
The thought echoed again, distorted in his mind... and slowly Niso was realizing why. Niso didn't know what this drug did on a fundamental level to those who took it, but if it enhanced his quirk... the ability to hold conscious control over every cell in his body then... to enhance that could mean....
"...Kill me."
Niso looked down to his still present hand. He could feel the shifting cells in his skin and the gears began to turn as to what was happening to his body. Seeing the distant look in his eyes, his hired aid stepped up closer, narrowing his eyes.
"You serious kid? You hardly look-AGH!" He staggered back as Niso turned to him, clutching onto his clothes with a wild desperate look in his eyes, throttling him back and forth.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME I SAID KILL ME! DESTROY ME BEFORE THEY-!"
Whatever sense of self Niso was holding onto popped as his arm had in an instant. The sound of tearing fabric filled his ears before they were covered, muffled by excess flesh. Vision fogged and faded before turning dark... multiplying... angles he never expected to see from merged into a blend of colors, a sense of taste originating everywhere from his original tongue to the base of his own feet. The cool chill of night time air wafting through the abandoned structure tickling his skin as it should... while also burning him like it was brushing against the surface of his heart at every point.
A disgusting, gutteral groan, fueled by several overlapping throats emerged from the creature, a mess of body parts trying to form over one another, both in places they should and far from where they were every meant to be. Eyes, teeth, tongues, hair, sprouting briefly from every point they could before being engulfed in the origins of an arm, which itself may be engulfed by the makings of a spine or just further excess skin. One of Niso's true eyes broke out from the mess, his original body still laying beneath the surface, slowly being digested, reaching out desperately for something to hold onto even as it was dragged back into the organic mess, the nails of several dozen fingers from a single hand dragging at the concrete floor as Niso was pulled into the center of the mass, engulfed in agony.
Every single cell in his body had become conscious, and, just as swiftly... they'd all realized there was only so much fuel to go around for them. Every last cell had begun to multiply, digest, grow, change, accelerate bodily processes, not a single one working in harmony, all of them growing into their own individual armies to try and overtake the limited resources of this organic husk that Niso could once call 'himself'.
He felt the sharp sting of several bladed slashes as he sunk deeper into the war being raged throughout his own body. They could barely be considered as pain when stacked up against the hell of feeling 30 trillion versions of himself constantly killing one another in a desperate attempt to be the one lone originating consciousness left standing. The blades soon stopped... a muffled cry of refusal. Shallow steps echoing in the distance.
Darkness.
Pain.
Eventually... be it a worker checking up on his disused properties or... some child unfortunate enough to choose today to make that abandoned warehouse his playground, Niso might be found and reported to the authorities. A mass of flesh, so large it would fill every inch of the average Japanese bedroom. Pulsing... breathing...
And. Once in a while.
Screaming.
