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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 11, 2020 7:10:04 GMT -4
He was hungry... so fucking hungry constantly. It wasn't a pain in the pit of his gut like a normal person but he could feel it across every last cell. Every last one of them starving, hungering... they were going to start cannibalizing eachother soon. Since he took that Marine dose he'd managed to either kill off all the other conscious cells that thought they could take control but a few not fully under his own control remained, subserviant, willing to cooperate and work with his overall hive control of them just to survive but... they were getting angry. They were getting hungry. Before long he'd be at war with himself again but he needed food... more food. Not blood. No more blood. Blood tasted terrible. It was innefficient. All the fuel had already been chewed and devoured.
Dingaling
Where was he? Oh... right. The bell of the front entrance sounded as he shoved the door open with his head, slinking into the buffet that was being closed up, a lone member of staff out front cleaning up the trays of food, most of it scraps that hadn't been eaten in the last hour of it's run. The man looked up and shook his head.
"Sorry sir we're... sir?" Niso continued to slink forward. He'd stolen clothes from the lab as he walked out, a thick hoodie covering his head and the mutilated state it was in. He slinked closer to the buffet without a word, the confused words of the staff muffled to him. He hadn't figured out how to re-make his ear canals yet. He stood over a tray full of chicken wings. He tried to lick his lips but it just felt grotesque. His tongue came out of his torso, brushing against the inside of his clothes, scooping up flecks of oozing flesh unseen by the staff.
He dropped forward, his face in the tray, feeling his cells rapidly digest and absorb the nutrients of the chicken right down to the bone. Muffled yells hit his head and he was dragged out of his salvation. He turned his face to the staff member, an eyeball falling down his cheek, the other in place but half covered by oozing flesh, his jaw unhinged, but it was barely used, chicken stuck to his face, being absorbed through the flesh, rapidly digested, bone and all.
Niso could barely follow with his blurred vision but they seemed to be running. Good. He could eat. No blood. he continued to plunge his face into the buffet trays one after the other but... he was inneffieient. He overstuffed himself. he needed time to process and... digest... his bodly fell to the side, a splat of gooey flesh, half formed organs and soft, misshapen bones... Niso tried to form the flesh to just close his eyes as he oozed against the floor... he was so tired. He was so sore... and why was he still so damn hungry.
He'd be fine though if he just... closed his eyes... for a little bit.
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"ParaSyte"
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 11, 2020 22:33:11 GMT -4
| even if we're devils I won't abandon you |
She was sleepy, and it was late, and he was bad at walking quickly when she wanted him to. It had been a long day of business meetings (well, their sort of "business", which was technically still the right use of the word) and she had spent several hours being bored. Being hosted didn't even save her from awfulness that was summer heat, but at least when they were out in the open air there were interesting things to look at and things to do; not like being cooped up in cold, sterile labs and shady meeting rooms all day. But now it was late and cool and quiet enough for her to stretch her legs, and she would take the chance to do so when she could.
Even if it meant waiting on him, instead of going at the same pace.
Feh.
"Hurry uuuuuuuup," Byeol-Su whined, pulling harder at the sleeve of her caretaker as they walked down the street, "You're so slooooow. Come on! You promised me mochi!" Byeol-Su Mae was still young enough to accept sweets as a proper bribe, but was also old enough now to remember such promises after an entire day of work. Sucked to be Iseul. She continued to pull and tug as she walked, backwards, down the street, staring up at the white mask he always wore with a pout. "I want to try new flavors. Can we order some from Mercury? Oh, oh, can we get some really weird ones??"
Her childish banter and tugging kept up a few more steps, just as they went past a buffet on the other side of the street. She almost paid it no mind.
Hell, she almost paid no mind to the person who went into that place as well. Byeol-Su had been conditioned at this point to accept some very odd sights. Girls who grew mushrooms out of their hair; boys who were almost immortal who could steal your face, but also Christmas; men with mouths for eyes...she was numb to such things, if not amused or comforted by it. But what she saw in that person across the street was something different.
Maybe it had to do with, when they opened the door, a clump of "them" fell from the sleeve of their hoodie and hit the pavement, apparently unnoticed.
Oh...what?
"Iseul, did you see...?" The word sounded normal to her, but to any other ears but hers and his, it would sound like harsh, horrible static crashing through an otherwise normal voice. She looked back up at the mask, at the shop again, and then with all the impulse control of a thirteen year old she started to run across the street towards the restaurant. Thankfully there weren't so many cars on this road, or at this hour (and to be fair she could probably live a car crash, it wasn't like she had bones to break) and she made it across perfectly fine to stand at the glass door.
She saw, at first, what looked like the person in the hoodie face-planting into a plate of food, to which a very confused server was trying to deter them. Byeol-Su frowned a little. Something about them felt familiar. The clothes they wore, maybe? Something about their color pallet? Maybe if they turn--
Oh sweet gods she didn't believe in.
Byeol-Su gasped and took a small step back when the person turned back toward the server, and thus to her watchful eyes. They looked horrible. Their body was breaking, bits and pieces sliding out of place worse than she had even seen on herself in...years? Maybe? Had she ever looked like that? Their eye was half-way down their face and when they made another move they crashed unceremoniously to the tiles below in a heap of flesh.
I...I know that person. I know them. I don't know how I know. They look familiar. Their eye looks so familiar. But they look so messed up.
Are they dying? Is their quirk causing this?!
"Iseul, w-we have to help them!" She whimpered, just as she heard him come up behind her on the pavement, and she turned to look up at him with wide, worried eyes. "Their Quirk--it looks like it's killing them...like, like...!"
Like mine. Oh no. No no no no.
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Post by DrTentacles on Aug 25, 2020 22:20:50 GMT -4
“Oh come now! Four! Oh, for heaven’s sake--” Iseul called out, his blind-man’s cane tap-tap-tapping across the street as he walked after her with awkward grace, breathing quickly. When they reached the other side, he drew in a breath, seemingly about to scold her.
However, the girl’s final words brought him to a stop, the tap-tap of his blind-mans cane ending as he turned toward the creature hunting the buffet. He drew himself up straight, tapping his can pensively in place against the ground, a thin, middle-aged man in a tweed suit, labcoat, and off all things, a horned, gas mask in the style of a leering Oni's face.
“Are you--of course. Like yours? And you...recognize him?” Iseul murmured. He sounded, as always, distractedly and faintly worried, a college professor who’d forgotten he’d scheduled office hours confronting an unexpected student. “Guide me.”
Led by his tiny ward, Iseul walked into the buffet, taking absolutely no note of the strange looks he and Byeol-su got from the people who weren’t transfixed by Niso’s ghastly display. Again, he paused, putting his hand out to keep the girl from racing forward, as though he was protecting her from a wild animal, standing stock still. It was as if he was listening to the sclorp-schlorp-schlorp of Niso eating as though he could find some hidden meaning in the noise.
“Is that really--” Iseul murmured. He drew himself up straight, lanky and awkward, putting both hands on his walking stick almost like a wizard gathering a spell. For a second, his body tensed. “Oh dear. That is the troubled young man from Shinagawa, is it not?”
Iseul’s unnatural tension persisted as he stepped forward, ignoring the others in the diner, instead, slowly raising his hand from his walking stick like he was trying to soothe a dangerous animal.
“Young man. I believe you and my ward know each other.” He made a face, fumbling with his walking stick, drawing something out from his belt. A canister.
“You are very sick right now. If you would, please touch this canister. I can help you.” Iseul said, still sounding both nervous, and soothing. He half-turned his head to Parastye, movements still stiff, strained. “If he comes with me, I can help him. It’ll be alright. Tell him that!”
As Byeol-sul tried to calm him--and Niso's focus probably moved to her, Iseul suddenly stepped forward, pressing the canister up to Niso. There was a soft his, and a loud whine of a motor, as the canister--of all things--began to vacuum up Niso's flesh, little needles stabbing out of the mouth, administering some sort of tranquilizing agent as it worked. Inside the canister, a mist started to form, condensation forming on the outside as it rapidly chilled.
The rest of the diner looked up this in stunned confusion and horror.
No one moved immediately to stop Iseul, however.
Iseul fidgeted impatiently, his own breathing growing more ragged by the moment as the machine worked, until finally, Niso was firmly sailed inside the canister, which had expanded to something more reasonable to carry a human-sized...weight.
"Oh dear. Four, help me put this on." Iseul murmured, bending down, and handing over the canister, so she could help him shrug it on like a backpack.
Finally, someone behind the counter started to moved, staggering toward the kitchen, eyes wide with terror. Iseul lurched upright.
"No! Wait! Just a moment! That won't do at all." He called out.
Patrons in the diner turned to stare at him, hostility and fear starting to seep into the are. The employee who had made a run for it paused, turning to look back at him.
A mistake.
Iseul reached up, and pulled up his mask.
Sound in the restaurant died.
One by one, each of the lights above the buffet table flickered out.
"Forget." Iseul slowly sighed, even as something in the shadow of the mask--where his eyes should have been, writhed and bit at the air before him, swallowing sound, swallowing light.
Everyone in the buffet stared at him with the same blank, pale faces.
After three long seconds, he dropped the mask back down, and shrunk in on himself, every bit of tension fading out his body.
"Four." He said softly, reaching up to rub the surface of the mask, his voice unsteady. "I will need you to lead me to the car."
No one said a word as they left the buffet, nor long after they were gone.
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 29, 2020 22:05:57 GMT -4
| even if we're devils I won't abandon you |
Byeol-Su took hold of his hand with her own and pushed open the door to the buffet, walking in quick enough that her arm stretched a little past its normal length so she didn't let go of him as she did so. She stopped in front of the blob of flesh. Up close it was even stranger. Worse, definitely, but not in the way that normal people might think of "worse" upon seeing a thing like this. He had to be in pain. She'd been like this before. Unable to even make herself a solid shape, or hold herself together. It was always when she was in pain that it was hardest. It could be the same for this person.
Iseul got to work quickly, because he always did, but his words gave her a start. "Wait, it's Niso?" She spoke quieter, hushed concern making her eyes go even wider. Niso?? Oh no, oh no, he was right! That was why his eyes looked so familiar! But...but Niso's Quirk wasn't like this at all, was it? He could make himself break and bend in all sorts of ways, but he had such good control over it. When they'd met on the pier he'd shown off just how much control he had, and when she'd been hosted by him, she'd known.
Well, it had been an after-thought, after the pain had passed, but it had been there eventually. Anybody else would have died to the things he took but he didn't. His Quirk was strong. It was a little like hers. But this was...
"Oh Niso," she mumbled and stepped around as Iseul dug out a familiar little contraption from his hip. The machine he sometimes carried her in when she got too weak or hurt. That would work, right? For Niso? He looked as liquid as she could get so maybe, but he was also bigger by a good bit. Would he fit? She swallowed, nodded at Iseul's words, and squatted down next to the mass of flesh. She didn't dare to touch it.
It had taken effort, when he was held together, to not get hurt by his Quirk. But like this she didn't think he could control himself. She didn't want to try.
"Niso, Niso it's me, it's ParaSyte. Me and my friend can help you," she spoke as gently as she could, like she remembered hearing in movies and in shows, or sometimes very quietly when she was sad, "I don't know what made you hurt like this but we can help, I promise. We'll get you back to Painter, okay? So just trust us. Don't try to fight us. It's safe, I promise."
The vacuum began to work, and in went Niso into the contraption. It was a very weird thing to watch from the outside, for once, but at the same time she let out a sigh of relief. She stepped forward to do as she was asked, keeping her hands on the cool glass, looking inside for his eyes, wherever they had ended up. "Niso, Niso, it's okay," she kept saying softly as she pushed the canister onto Iseul's back. It held her focus, even as the shop's lights flickered, and all the other voices but his died, until he slumped forward and her attention was drawn back to him. She nodded again.
"You'll need medicine again, dummy." She used her arms to prop him back onto his cane, and started leading him by the other hand. Closer, this time.
Their home was no longer the expensive hotel room it had been, as time had passed and it became clearer that they would be staying in Japan for a while. Two apartments had been rented out, side-by-side to each other, and turned into both a home and a workspace for them. Well, for him, in the case of the latter; she didn't do a lot of "work" but she sometimes had to do tests in there. It was the second apartment, the "work" apartment, that the two persons and one soup entered into. What had once been a living room had been converted into something closer to a hospital's laboratory, with sterile counter-tops and tables for persons to lay down on for tests.
A few rooms branched off into different places. A simple office for sending reports or writing findings or just reading books, a bathroom, and finally the room they went for: a room with tile flooring, a plastic-wrapped futon in the corner, and a low table to the side. There was more medical equipment in here than the "lab" but not the sort for tests. Machines that hooked up to people who needed help breathing, or whose heart needed to be heard at a distance in case it stopped; tubes connected to plastic pouches with liquid inside of different colors and consistencies for when somebody needed more of one in their body as quickly as possible; and a cabinet of pills and serums that helped them from needing the other things all that often.
The corners of all the walls and counters wrapped in foam, and there was a one-way window from the lab that looked into this room. The "recovery room", as he called it. She just called it "awful". She hated this room.
But she spent a lot of time in rooms just like it when growing up.
They were the reason she was still here to hate this new one.
Byeol-Su Mae hovered in the doorway as they got inside, positive that he would tell her not to stay, that it was too dangerous, whatever. Before he could though she spoke up. "He knows me. If he can hear me he might trust me more than you. So. So I should be in here, when you let him out."
He was smart. He'd know she was right. So here she'd be, as Iseul set up a clear plastic tank, set it on the plastic-wrapped futon, and poured Niso in.
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 30, 2020 5:44:18 GMT -4
Niso was in a state, and not one that allowed him to defend himself by any means. Someone with a fire quirk or something that could 'consume' his liquid state could probably end him here and now... but as luck would have it, it seemed the first to find him was probably one of the extremely few people in the villain community that he could consider a friend. If he had a stable enough mouth he may have even smiled. He vaguely recognized the second individual beside his friend but... not enough to trust them. If he was right this was parasyte's supposed 'friend' who blocked off her speech and told her what to do and where to go and when she could go out and-
Was he bubbling? He felt bubbles. Uuuugh that did not feel good. Okay maybe don't get angry right now when the two of them seemed like they were ready to help.
He eyed parasyte, his melted ears barely able to hear the two of them but... he was in a dire situation and he did his best to read into their motions and what they wanted him to do. When that odd little capsule was presented to him he lifted up what remained of his arm and accepted the 'invitation' to be trapped inside it. He didn't expect it to be so quick or... so cramped. Definitely not designed for someone as big as him. At least, he didn't THINK he was meant to feel this squished. Being a liquid was weird. His cells constantly tried to form something solid, tried to make a patch of skin or a bone but it just made it more awkward sloshing back and forth in this little pod. It may have been a short journey, or a long journey....
But at the end of the day it was always going to be a painful one. He was pretty sure he generated a bone that poked one of his eyeballs at some point. Uuuugh he regretted figuring out nerve endings first.
Eventually through the mind numbing sensation of pain he'd find a sudden shift of motion as he ended up in... did he just get poured into a fish tank? He was still unstable for a moment, sloshing about in the tank and leaving him disorientated. Eventually though he managed to settle. Eyeballs pressed up against the glass, getting a handle on his environment. Some sort of lab maybe? Parasyte... he'd started to worry he'd hallucinated seeing her in all the mess but he was fairly thankful that part at least was real. With more freedom to move he started to reform his bones in his limbs and upper torso. Enough to form a sloppy arrangement of a skull, spines, half a set of ribs and an arm. The fleshy goop seperated on his face, gasping deeply for air since he hadn't taken a true breath in quite some time, and even then without lungs he was basically just creating a pocket of air inside himself so all the cells that didn't reach the surface had something to feed on.
"Aaaahnnngh.... that's... bettter..." He spoke somewhat dizzily, clutching to the edge of the tank. Even with his upper body gaining some structure the melting nature of the flesh and cells meant he was still far from recognizeable but... seeing Parasyte had him making a bit more of an effort. Black fibres started to form from his head and he focused on trying to solidify his face. it was far from perfect, but it was at least recognizeable now... like if someone had sculpted his face out of clay but left it a bit too wet. "Parasyte.... weirdly... the best person I could have ran into... hehehe.." He rested his arm over the edge of the tank, just... smiling across to her, extremely thankful for something to stablize him, more mentally than physically at this point.
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"Your Favorite Nightmare"
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Post by Dauwz on Nov 28, 2020 17:30:32 GMT -4
Yo! Niso Konto has gained 11 EXP; Current EXP 582 > 593; Total EXP 7432 > 7443; Byeol-Su Mae has gained 17 EXP; Current EXP 210 > 227; Total EXP 2860 > 2877; DrTentacles has gained 7 EXP as a GM; Current EXP 13 > 20; Happy threading!
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