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If you need a confession, I’m guilty
Let’s twist the knife ‘til they can’t stop bleeding
If you think I feel sorry, forgive me


s**t. He had nearly forgotten about the little freak comments before. Managing to play it off coolly, he simply smirked and flicked the butt of his cigarette down on the floor before crushing it under his boot. “Now, now, how could I have been referring to you two specifically with that? Surely you are significantly different from me in… multiple ways…” he said the last two words while scanning his eyes briefly over Rizu’s scales. “However, that does not stop you from being a beauty now does it?”

Again, her stealth had completely caught him off guard when she wrapped herself around him. This was going to be one hell of a predicament to talk his way out of. He most certainly did not want to be the first one to physically start a fight. He kept his breathing as calm as he could when she moved in closer to him. The small smirk from before had morphed into a full blown grin by this point. “What is this? Can’t keep yourself off of me?” He chuckled lightly before letting out a feigned sigh of defeat. “You do make a very valid point… I probably shouldn’t be trusted, but would you really risk damaging your digestive track even more by eating me? I’m probably worse for you than that fake s**t they have you eating now….. Especially with all of those” he motioned toward the crushed cigarette butt, “plus quite a bit of other drugs and a lot of alcohol.” It was a lie. He didn’t do drugs, and he only drank on occasion, and it was usually only a few shots of vodka or a glass of brandy.

“If I can’t leave then how am I supposed to bring you some of that delicious steak that I had before I came here?” Was that even steak? Or was it chicken? Hell it probably could have been a salad for all he knew. “I’ll even make sure to heat it up for ya~” He winked playfully at the Naga. His hope on winning her over in this little deal was increasing. However, the deeper he got himself into her coils, the more difficult it would be to get out of actually fulfilling his end of the deal. He leaned himself closer to her face, leaving barely any space. “What d’ya say?” The grin on his face was still just as playful. He wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going or not.

He resisted the urge to run his hand along her coiled up tail. Where would he even be feeling? Was that considered more like her thigh? Or the calf? Or even the knees…. He paused mentally and tried to wiggle his fingers just to make sure he didn’t lose the feeling in his hand. He could definitely feel scales, but other than that, he had no idea where he was touching her.


Instead of going underground
Instead of calling them out
Let’s twist the knife ‘til they can’t stop bleeding
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~Rizu~

I'm in the business...

Compliments don't save you when in the serpents den. It had been one of Rizu's mothers favorite sayings. She felt that it applied rather nicely now. "Last time I checked, beauties didn't get screams when going down the street... If people could just ignore my scales, then I would be in real sunlight now..." It was grim, but more than true. The screams and flinches, were her least favorite. Not that she would let on how much those screams had ever gotten to her. Even if it had made her want to cry. She hadn't chosen to be different. She hadn't wanted to be. They always acted like she had.
His arrogance, stuck under her skin like a burr. He just had to, didn't he? She just returned the grin, nice as could be. "You wish. In my kind, that isn't how things work... Women never make contact. And the men always try to over-power them. If they aren't strong enough, they die." The way she said it, made it impossible to doubt. It was a rather simple explanation of courting, but it would do for now. She just wanted to get her point across. As he spoke, she ran a single claw down his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark.
"Actually, you are wrong there. Real meat... Even damaged or un-healthy... Is better than meat that is synthesized, which I suspect ours is." She was honestly starting to want to eat him more now than she had before. She would have to kill him thought if she did... She wasn't sure that he wouldn't try to cut his way out if she swallowed him. At the mention of steak her stomach rumbled loudly. Steak... She had loved steak... It wasn't fair. Rather than let herself get distracted by his movement, she smiled a bit more. "You are smarter than you look, you know that?"
"...You will do as you say. Because you are too smart to not, and you clearly value your life and are more in touch with your mortality than some I have met. And because of that, you will know better than to cheat me of a decent meal. Because if you do..."
And here she tightened more around him. "I will hunt you to the very ends of this Earth. And if I don't get you sometime soon, I will in the future. And the longer you live, the more scared you will become, because you will remember this promise, and will not even know if I am hiding in the nearest shadows ready to end your miserable existence."
She was quick enough to unwind from him, he wasn't exactly who she wanted to touch most in the world. As the last of her came loose, she even tugged at his ankle, trying to get him to stagger. "Steak, mind you. I want steak. If it's not..." She let the threat hang in the air. Much better to let someones imagination run wild. She slithered back to her earlier spot in the sun, regarding her food. With a sigh she swallowed another piece. No sense starving herself. Even if it tasted about as bad as it looked...

Of Misery.
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<OutOfComputers: Think this could've been better. Let me know when I have to edit it or what I have to edit./Location: Random Junkyard⇛Outside a seemingly abandoned area/Interacting With: Gigster/Current Feeling: Concentrated⇛Cautious and curious>



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"Hmmmm, this doesn't seem like it will work," Sparxi muttered as she went through a second mound of junk. So far, she had found about two things that she needed for her latest plan and a few things that she thought she could fix up at home. Nothing was unfixable for Sparxi, even if it seemed beyond repair, she always found a way to fix it to the best of her ability.

Gigster was going through the mounds as well, trying to find some bit of scrap metal or some bolts to eat from. He would then occasionally run back to Sparxi and see if she found anything, which sometimes she did, before running into another mound.

This would continue for some more time until Sparxi thought she had enough from that junkyard, realizing that today was probably not the best day to get certain items from that area. Luckily for her, there were still some more junkyards that shouldn't take her too long to walk to. Whistling a tune which had certain pitches that only Gigster understood, the two of them headed out of that one junkyard and onto another.

During their walk, Gigster once again caught wind of some interesting type of metal. How his senses were that high still interested Sparxi, even though she was the one who created him. Probably due to all the updating she did to him. He finally ran off into the other direction, scurrying away quickly.

Sparxi kept walking until she heard scurrying. She turned to look, noticing that Gigster was running in a different direction, which was definitely unlike him. She started chasing after him, hoping to catch him before she lost sight of him.

"Gigster! Get back over here!" Sparxi shouted, when she had enough breath to say anything, "Gigster!"

Gigster continued running, obviously ignoring Sparxi's cries. The running seemed like it would never end, but eventually, they ended up in some vacant like area. Gigster continued running around until he found a hole big enough for him to run through easily. Eventually, the robotic chipmunk realized that the building wasn't vacant. Sniffing around, he ran down until he came across something with a shiny black tail. He looked at it curiously, sniffing at it and wondering if it was metal before trying to move away and look around some more, trying to be as stealthy as he could be.

Sparxi ran up to the building, wanting to call out her pet's name. She need to make sure she had some kind of switch or something to keep him in control. She slowed down as she got close enough to where he crawled through and tried to see if she could see inside. Realizing that it was basically unlikely, she continued walking around the building, trying to find some way to get back her little robotic devil.

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It's so dark right now
I'm scared

I don't know where to go...
I'm trapped

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Lies. She could see it in his face. A terrible lie it was. While he was busy talking to Rizu, Sayuki silently approached him.

She thought about the offer. Either way, she got food. If he didn't give her the steak she could just eat him herself. Of course, she'd have to share with Rizu as well. He did look tasty. She licked her lips slowly.

"Lies flow out of your mouth like a river," she whispered. He was smart enough to not anger her. She moved right behind him. "If you don't bring the steak. . ." She wrapped her hand around his neck. Surely he got the idea of what she would do to him.

"Rizu, dear. What part of him would you like?" Slowly she backed away and retreated to the wall. She knew he was fearful. Fear radiated from limbs. His life depended on his promise. She could taste him through the air. It wasn't the type of meat he would usually go for.













Where do I go next?
I'm confused

Is there a way out of here?
I'm lost...
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Here, A little sympathy for you to waste on me
I know you're faking it but that's okay

Even if I wanted to,
I don't think that I'd get to you.
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again.


Vincent may not have come off as a very wise man, but he knew exactly when he needed to be completely serious. “I swear to you on my mother’s grave… I shall bring you enough steak to feed an entire squadron.” The perverted and cocky grin was completely wiped off of his face by this point. “I’ll even get you a person to eat if you want~” This, is the point where he started getting a bit cocky again. “What’s your view on Priests, I wonder?” He was honestly curious. If he could get that annoying p***k off of his back, then Vince would be one step closer to achieving a much desired lifestyle. “I know one….. He’s a bit of an a** after you get to know him…. He’s got that whole sincere polite-thing going on at first……. Ya just have to know how to see through that….” He smirked a bit before pushing the hair out of his eyes, making the metal piercing between the dual colored orbs glisten in the low light.

The aforementioned priest had just happened to be making his way down the halls. Shaggy dark hair covered his face as he yawned sleepily. “Too early for this s**t….” Burgundy eyes looked up and noticed a few soldiers staring at him with wide eyes and mouths gaping open. “What? You act like you’ve never seen a priest before…” Chester smiled politely before continuing his search for his charge. “Damn b*****d… I don’t get paid enough to play babysitter…” He stopped in front of the doorway Vince had last entered before entering himself and raising an eyebrow. Vince scoffed. “Speak of the devil…” “Well then… That was much easier than I thought it would be.” Chester gave a sincerely polite smile toward Rizu and Sayuki. He gave off a much more positive energy now that he was in the presence of the Naga. “Thank you for keeping him here for me…. Made it easier to find him…..” He turned his gaze back toward Vince with a cold, chastising glare. “What are you doing harassing these ladies? You’ve got kitchen duty… I suggest you get back to work or I’ll make it my life’s goal to make sure you never see the outside of a prison cell….”

Vince could only snarl at the male. “….prete dannato…” Chester narrowed his eyes at that. “Don’t think I can’t understand you, Perdicaro….. Now… I apologize for his…. How do I put it….. Being him. Honestly. If he offended any of you in any way, I shall gladly see to it that he is punished.” He was honest in his words. Chester would have ended up finding something to punish Vincent over. This would just make it easier. To say that these two males did not get along well was cutting it close to an understatement. “Is there any way that I can make it up to you two?” Chester smiled sincerely at Rizu. In all of his work, he was happy that he had gotten to meet with a Naga. He had never had to encounter one before, and he wished that he never would.

Vince scoffed again and looked off to the side. He blinked. Was he seeing things, or was there a rodent scurrying around? “Uhm…” He moved to point at it, making Chester give him an almost sinister glare. “Don’t be rude, you oaf.” At the end of that statement, Chester could not help himself but to deliver a swift slap to the back of the other male’s head. Vince winced a bit before glaring and scowling. “Damn priest….”


So don't you say goodbye to me.
Just turn your back away and leave.
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret, your only friend.

I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called a falling out.
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through this life I'm in.


((And she was alive~ -shot- ))
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MOVIN! MOVIN!☋
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Warattetai kara!
MOVIN! MOVIN!☋

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<OutOfComputers: Finally got everyone all in the same room 8D. Let me know if I need to fix anything./Location: Outside the seemingly vacant building⇛Inside the building/Interacting With: No One⇛Gigster/Current Feeling: Slightly Annoyed⇛Anxious>



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When I get my hands on that little devil he’s going to be in so much trouble, Sparxi thought irritably as she continued looking for some way inside. She realized that she wasn’t familiar at all with the area or the building, but she wondered what it was doing there and if it was in use at all, mainly wondering what Gigster found so interesting about the building. Only though that’s it that darned creatures mind is metal.... she continued thinking before she paused, an idea coming into her head, Maybe he might have found something that I could use in here. That could be another reason why he scurried off over here. I’ve got to go inside either way. I still have to get home to eat breakfast.

After some more walking, Sparxi finally found a door. She looked around, feeling like it was just too odd that no one was around or that there was barely any noise being made. She straightened her hat, especially since some of her hair was escaping from the chase after Gigster, and made sure her back was fastened securely. It was a type of one shoulder messenger bag that was sturdier than most. When she felt all settled, she took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, lightly wincing at the sound it made, although not sure why.

With quiet footsteps, Sparxi made her way in, taking in everything from her surroundings. The young woman was definitely not expecting to find the building occupied, especially with people in cells. Wait… Not all of these are people! Sparxi thought in surprise, not really wanting to get too close to the cells, Just what is this place? Is this a secret prison or something? What’s it doing in the middle of nowhere? And more importantly, how come a place like this isn’t really guarded?

She continued getting closer, trying not to make any noise to wake anyone in the cells up. Soon she found something that interested her. There were two young men there and they seemed to be talking with someone. Again she tried to move around the room without being spotted and definitely trying not to make a sound. Her eyes were still looking around for her little Gigster. From her spot she looked and saw that the two young men were talking to a woman with a snake bottom. A Naga, if I remember correctly, Sparxi thought, trying to remember years’ worth of research in her mind. She would’ve seen more, but she would’ve given herself away completely.

Gigster, who was used to not only the smell of Sparxi’s footsteps but also the rhythmic sound of her footsteps, soon ran out from his hiding spot, looking like a flash of silver, before running in the direction of the young girl. Sparxi noticed and realized that Gigster was going to blow her hiding spot. She tried shooing him away, not wanting to get caught.

Gigster, go back,” Sparxi hissed quietly at her pet, “You’re going to get me seen if you don’t go, Gig!

Gigster just stared blankly at the girl, head tilting lightly before scurrying to Sparxi. The little robot didn’t understand why she was shooing him away when he wanted to show her something. Running up the girl’s arm, Gigster got on top of her head and bit into her hat.

Gigster! Get off my hat!” Sparxi continued in a harsh hiss, still being as quiet as she could, “Now is not the time to play with my hat, Gigster.” She reached up to Gigster and pulled him off her head successfully. At the same time however, due to how tight Gigster was clamped onto Sparxi’s hat, her hat had come off her head as well, letting her long dreadlock hair fall halfway down her back. She pulled her hat out of the robotic chipmunk’s mouth and glared at him.

When we get home, you are in so much trouble,” Sparxi growled lightly as she placed Gigster on the floor and worked on stuffing her hair back into her hat. “Maybe I’ll add an off switch to you as well…,” she added under her breath, making sure her hair was completely in her hat.

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~Rizu~

I'm in the business...

The first thing Rizu noticed, was the chipmunk. The metal chipmunk. She didn't even full out look at it. She had to admit that the thing entirely piqued her curiosity. But she knew better than to indulge it at the moment. So she effectively ignored it, keeping tabs on the creature as best she could. She blinked just once, bringing herself back to her current focus. "Just split him down the center. That way it's the same." One corner of her mouth twitched, betraying an almost smile. It would not be fair to call the naga mean, or even cruel. There was just something about Vincent that made her want to pick on him, to make him squirm and fret and worry. With the majority of people, while being reserved, she was kind enough. At the mention of steak her mouth had started to water. She was just tormenting herself, as she let her mind remember what it tasted like.
"Despite what you may think, humans actually aren't my meal preference, but in a bind for food... One would certainly do." The naga had never been a liar. Really at this moment, she would eat anything... Even if it were just a little mouse. She cast an almost sorrowful glance into the glop that had been labeled food. It made her lip want to curl in disgust. "Priests?" She didn't even look up from the mystery meat. "You say it like they're all cut from the same cloth. They're still different people, with different thoughts, feelings, and memories. So long as they're honestly tolerable, then I don't mind them." It was her view on a lot of things. If they left her alone, she would leave them alone. His description of the man, however, kept her from being sure they would get along.
At the entrance of the other male, she did glance up. She was nearly certain she hadn't met him before. He didn't come off as a priest. "It was... Nothing too troublesome." It was as close as she had come to a lie in years. At the the other males treatment towards Vince, she had to keep in a soft chuckle. If he treated the pest (as she had already come to think of him) like this, then it spoke well of him. With the ghost of what might be thought of as a smirk, she spoke. "You mean he knows how to be something other than offensive? I'd no notion..." Her own sarcasm could be hard to spot. If it weren't for her phrasing, it may have been mistaken for an honest question.
"Personally there's nothing I could ask of you. ...Except maybe to make sure that that one keeps his promise..." There was absolutely no way the Rizu would allow for that promise to be forgotten. She needed real food. She had noticed what Vince had, and before him too. She was... grateful, that the priest had acted as she had. The smallest flickers of a smile found its way out before her features smoothed back into place. Mentally she was very happy with the males behavior. Mentally she was rather amused by that.
She noticed the other females presence too. She had caught the scent first, and then saw the creature go to her. There was a part of her that wanted to conveniently choose to curl up in front of her, to keep the others from seeing her. But she feared to draw attention to her. She could only hope that she could distract the two. She wasn't even sure why she was doing it as she spoke. "I feel I ought to warn you we have an illusionist cooped up in here. I've never fully seen the being myself, but I think that's on purpose...." It was as careful a way to explain the flash of silver without mentioning it as could be. "If you two don't mind my asking... How did you make each others acquaintance...? You... Seem rather mismatched."

Of Misery.


(( O.o.c.: Sorry it's so long. ))
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Among the struggling war zone, among the hundreds of caters that scarred the land, the gaping bullet holes that decorated the buildings, far, far away, deep, deep within the destroyed land, there was a village...a small deserted village. At first glance, one would think this was to be nothing more than just another innocent village crushed under the dreadful weight of war...just like so many other towns and cities before it...nothing special, no reason or need to even bother with it..in fact, over the years, decades, even, since the village's destruction, hundreds, perhaps even thousands of creatures and soldiers alike had passed through the village...it was in fact one of the more high trafficked areas used by the creatures, not very known by the human government, it was used to get around a heavily occupied government checkpoint undetected...the few structures that had enough of them still left standing were used to house sleeping travelers while they passed through. Signs of repeated use of the fire pits could be found in the structures. But what made this village special was not it's location on the route avoiding the checkpoint...no, this village held a dark secret...for deep within the northern structure, further than any of the inhabitants had ventured, lay the reaper...half buried under mounds of rubble, only an arm and half of it's torso stuck out from the pile...for decades, the reaper slept...lying..in silent slumber..it had not yet been discovered...of course, the question was...should something as horrific as the Reaper be re-awakened into the world?

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‶...one day we must all dance with the reaper..."


'Reaper'

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Eyes the same color as fresh tar glanced up a crumbling set of stairs. Magie Noir was underground. She could see a thin line of light under the door at the top of the stairs. Her hair was in it's usual single spiral curl, that odd purple tint to it far from visible at the moment. Her own skin was so pale that it almost glowed in the near lack of light. She wore a black lace top that flared out at the elbows. It was a v-neck and laced up the back. She wore a plain black skirt that swirled around her down to her knees or so. She wore heeled, knee high boots below that. Hanging down from the waist of the skirt, was a grey camo print sash, that hung nearly as long as the skirt. It was the only thing that indicated she was as closely involved with the military as she was. Her usual miniature of a top hat, she had stopped wearing a good while ago. It got her looks, and she didn't like that if she couldn't avoid them.
Now what was it that on this bright, sunny day had Magie quite literally under the ground, a good while away from the nearest government check-point? A certain drone that they had lost countless years before. She had been with the military for this long... And yet it wasn't until now that anyone had thought to ask her to find the damned thing. It was the helix model, if she remembered correctly, and she had found it via her skills in scrying. All it had taken was a mirror for her to find it. With a small sigh, she started up the stairs, nearly turning an ankle several times. She had found the tunnel the same way she had found the drone. It quite honestly set her a bit on edge to be this far away from any kind of base. Among the images in the mirror she had found out just what this town was to some. But she hadn't told of it yet. She would if they asked, or Shaassow told her to, but until then, she would hold her observant silence.
She had nearly turned her ankle three times by the time she got to the top of the steps and nudged the door open. As she stepped out into the open, a small puff of a breeze snatched away a cloud of strong perfume. The scent of it was as sweet as sugar... Almost to the point of being sickly sweet. The morning sun caught on lips painted the same shade of red as freshly spilled blood. She was blinking a bit, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the sudden light. Once they were however, her eyes scanned the area, as the sun caught on black hair, giving it that familiar purple tint. "Where is that damned thing...?"
Then she caught the sight she was looking for, and slowly made her way to the rumble. With a sigh it was then she realized that she probably ought to have brought men with her. Placing her hands on her hips she scowled lightly. "I have to do everything my own damned self, don't I? Wait... Don't answer that." The dark chuckle that sounded in her mind assured her that Shaassow had been about to do just that. The shadow spirit had a tendency to insult her a lot. She was getting more used to it as time passed. With another sigh that smelled faintly of licorice, she started moving bits of rubble. The smaller bits, of course. Inwardly she sighed again. She knew that this might take a little while to finish.

I'll still be the end of you.
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The Reaper's HUD was black...like for so many years it had. Why would it be any different now? It saw nothing, heard nothing...it couldn't even smell despite the gas chamber that had been installed to enable the Reaper to detect any unnatural gases or toxins in the air...of course, so the sake of the human's it worked with, not for itself, seeing as how it had no lungs to breathe. The Reaper did not move, almost as if frozen in ice, it lay in the same position it fell so many decades ago....the fallen rubble had done it's best to move it, to change it's position in some way, but failed. That day so many years ago, when the Reaper when offline, it's emergency protocol activated. In doing so, not only did it start auto repair, but it the Reaper's titanium skeleton locked up, freezing in place. It was standard procedure for most military grade mechs...not only did it keep the machine from sustaining even greater damage...but it also acted as the little black box in a way..much like in civilian plans, the way the machine's body was found could lead to finding out just exactly how it got there, or what made it shut down and go offline....or maybe, just maybe, in rare occasions it has happened, that the frozen position of the machine actually told those who were investigating just how it was damaged to the point it was forced to shut down.
But this was not one of those times no...the Reaper simply lay there, the only parts of it that weren't covered in rubble were it's forearm, jutting up and out of the pile, it was the very first thing you noticed. It's hand twisted into a gnarled fist, outward, like trying to catch something. The claws that formed at the end of it's fingers remained razor sharp, even covered in dust and dirt, they had not dulled. In fact, at first glance, no one would have guess the machine had been through an bombing that leveled the structure on top of it and buried it, acting as it's tomb for so many years...no, apart from the dirt and dust that coated the machine, it seemed to be in perfect condition..Though if one was to take a closer look, some, very few, part of the reaper's chameleon skin was still torn..in patches, exposing the millions of fibers underneath. Of course, they were being sewn back together...granted, quite slowly, but that was because the reaper was offline..it could no offer more to that action to speed up process.
-Auto repair complete-
The words suddenly flashed on the Reaper's HUD
-Vital systems stable-
-Commencing Reboot-

Suddenly, light flooded it's optics, after decades of being offline, it took a minute for the cameras to adjust to the environment...slowly, the few cameras followed in sequence. Each one opening and closing repeatedly to filter through the new light..
-Memory Unit crippled, uploading initial survival program-
-Systems ready-
-Area unkown-

The Reaper was buried, most of it still under the rubble surrounding it was concrete support pillars, many of them toppled over. Though it had started to reboot, there was no way to tell by looking at it..there were no lights, no sounds, nothing indicate it was online. Slowly, the cameras started to scan the environment surrounding it...little was it aware it had not moved in several years..the again, it knew nothing...not of the war, not of creatures...not even the humans or their government...it was designed to operate once it was functional to survive on it's own again...but that did not include the memory unit...it might as well been fresh off the production line without it's programming installed.
Practically as soon as it's camera shutters opened, it spotted a feminine human figure next to it. Removing rubble with her bare hands...the Reaper did an immediate scan, with no visible weapons in her, she did not appear to be an immediate threat to the machine. It was then, all at once, the Reaper moved....but it did not move slowly, or one limb at a time..no, with once sudden movement, it jolted up from the pile of rubble. Dirt, dust, pieces of debris, both small and large, flew everywhere...even showering the woman next to it...in an instant, the reaper stood at full height, almost seven feet tall. Wasting no time, it turned faced the pile of rubble. The outline of it's weapon appeared, and the Reaper bent over to dive it's arm back into the pile...pulling out the large rail gun...it's other weapons were strapped to it's thighs, though there was a good chance they had not withstood the test of time....turning it's head, the Reaper looked down at the woman.
-Identify yourself-
The words emitted from it's body in a low pitched, computerized voice. The Reaper had forgotten all of the voice patterns it had learned, and therefore reverted back to it's original voice...


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‶...one day we must all dance with the reaper..."


'Reaper'

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It's so dark right now
What is this...

I don't know where to go...
I'm trapped

Şayuki Ŋokimora

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"Humans don't taste very good. Their meat is tough." Humans weren't exactly on the top of her meat list. Although, when you're hungry, anything tastes good. Thinking about juicy meat was not a good idea at the moment.

She turned her head slightly to the Priest that entered the room.
"You are too kind to that boy Rizu. Nothing too troublesome, you say? Hah." A smirk made it's way onto her lips. That boy was a nuisance. He probably seemed more annoying at the moment because she had a massive headache. No, never mind. He was naturally that annoying. "I agree with her."

Sayuki smelled a girl enter. She watched multiple expressions flash by Rizu's face. She felt the emotions in the air. Ever since she was little, she could sense emotions. She unleashed a fog from her fingertips that enveloped the outer parts of the room, concealing the girl. She made it so the water reflected any light in the room, making the girl somewhat invisible."I'm sorry. Fog comes out of me when I'm relieving stress. I seem to be having a lot of stress these days." It was clear to her that Rizu was trying to make a distraction.

[o.o.c. Meh. I hope you're alright with zis^ Ona. I'll change it if you want. Oh, I hope you don't mind but I changed the color code of my character and hair. The blue was bothering me. ]

















Where do I go next?
I'm confused.

Is there a way out of here?
I'm lost...
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To say that Magie wasn't having a good day was entirely pushing the lines of exaggeration. She had continued piling her rubble up until the drone moved. It moved. She wasn't able to move out of the way of debris in time. While she came out almost entirely free of anything but dust, she did get a scratch along her right cheek bone. Quietly, carefully, she reached up, wiping off a bit of the blood there. Without even really thinking about it she licked the blood off her fingers. It was entirely a habit. There was barely any on her finger. She never really bled much. She knew that tomorrow she'd have ghosts of bruises, which was far better off than most would be. Yes, it hurt, but it could be worse. As the great thing - definitely great to her, she wasn't that big of a woman - moved, coal black orbs watched it. Mentally she was reminding herself to always keep enough distance that she wouldn't get a kink in her neck looking up at it. She would definitely have to always look up.
A single arched eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the robotic voice. She had thought they would have done better. Carefully her mind ticked away she she quietly thought for a moment, maintaining her silence. Eventually red lips parted to speak, the smallest hints of a smile curving her lips. "Magie Noir." Quietly she was wishing she had some form of identification on her. She had left her pack behind when she came here, not wanting to be burdened by it. If this thing was in any shape to be on duty, then it would at least have some sort of recognition of her name, if not her as an individual. If it didn't... Then this would be tricky.

I'll still be the end of you.
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‶Whether a king or a lowly street sweeper...″

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The Reaper's cameras were trained on the woman continuously, not once breaking from her figure. They scanned her body, searching for any visible weapons or equipment that could be used to harm it...unable to do a complete scan, as it saw her from only one point of view..The Reaper kept it's weapon at the ready...light whirring and clicks could be heard from the inner workings of it's body...unseen movements of it's exoskeleton fixed and adjusted itself...the blades in it's forearm slid into position...making the fibers move out of the way to fill the empty space where the metal used to be, and making room for the blade's new position, it's ready position..The Reaper was programmed to have find at least twelve other different options in whatever situation it was in...the case that this woman was a hostile...the blades were only one..while it's skeleton's adjustments were invisible, the blades made the Reaper's Chameleon skin move..almost like waves..it's skin crawled, in almost a snake-like fashion...
The Reaper watched the change in the woman's expression, making note of it..perhaps she was suspicious...that was what a raised eyebrow meant 87.365276 per cent of the time...her words were picked up by one of the many microphones located on the Reaper's body..
-Input Magie Noir-
-Search 'Magie Noir'-
-Searching...Searching...Searching-

-No match for 'Magie noir' found in database-
-Attempting to access memory bank for "Magie Noir"-
...

-Access failed, Memory Data not found-
-Memory unit damage_94.2136%-

The Reaper could not access it's crippled memory chip, nor would it be able to for anytime soon. It was programmed to reboot when it was functional..not when every last bit of it was completely repaired... unfortunately, that included the memory unit...
"Match not found. Foreign Identification"
It quickly turned to aim the weapon at her
"State your objective, Magie Noir"


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‶...one day we must all dance with the reaper..."


'Reaper'

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To say that Magie missed the whirring sounds, or the rippling movement of the things - Could that stuff even rightfully be called skin? - skin, would be false. Magie was a rather observant person, and to assume such of her would be just mean. She had been observant as a child, and time with Shaassow had just strengthened that feature. For a moment she didn't speak a word, long, slender fingers carefully making sure her hair was still in place. When she would speak again, her voice - already slightly nasal, with it's under-current of a french accent - would be more so nasal, a tone it often adopted when she was annoyed with something. "My objective?" She had to wonder at the thing's crippled memory system, because that was what it had to be. It must have been really damaged. Curiosity wondered how it was still operating. She knew some machines as of late had system to repair themselves. Was this the case?
Coal orbs carefully eyed the weapon. She knew it wouldn't kill her.... But it would still hurt like a b***h. A careful sigh gusted past blood red lips. "My objective was to find and retrieve you. We've been trying to find you since that happened." A small wave of her hand indicated the rubble. "The stones were probably enough to block any single... if it was sent out. It's taken them this long to request my assistance." She probably wouldn't be believed. In the things place, she wouldn't believe herself. Or maybe that was her own paranoid way of thinking of things. Quietly she was considering how to make herself be believed. She had a job to do, and it was bring this thing back. It would be rather inconvenient if she weren't able to. To say as much would also be the understatement of the year.

I'll still be the end of you.
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Here, A little sympathy for you to waste on me
I know you're faking it but that's okay

Even if I wanted to,
I don't think that I'd get to you.
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again.


Chester could only smile softly at the Naga. “He….. Can be a bit…. How do you say… irritating… He’s not always offensive… Alright… That was a damn lie and I know it.” “Language, Priest…” Vince could only smirk at the glare he received from the other. “Tell me, Perdicaro… What is it that you promised these lovely women?” His tone was a bit darker, almost cold. Vince rarely saw the temper of the usually laid back and blasphemous priest in front of him. “Steak… And a lot of it…” Chester merely smiled in a way that could almost be sinister yet sweet at the same time.

“I shall see to it that he follows through with it…” Vince could only return the gesture with a demented smirk of his own. “You act as if you have any control over me…” Chester gave an airy chuckle. “Don’t forget that I am the only thing stopping you from getting the lovely view of a dank grey cell…” It was almost eerie how perky he made that sound. Vince had gone back to scowling. “That’s damn low and you know it….” Chester shrugged. “When it comes down to it…” The small smile turned dark for a moment, “One must play dirty…” Vince scoffed. “You’re one to talk about dirty…” That resulted in another slap to the back of his head, making him growl. “Don’t use that tone with me, you oaf…” Chester blinked and looked around curiously as the woman released the fog. “Interesting…”

Vince actually started laughing at the question. “That… Was not my decision…” “Nor mine….” “We were assigned to work together ONCE! And since then, he’s been following me around like a lost puppy…” He smirked a bit. “Damn Priest just can’t get enough of me….” Chester had his eyes closed and was holding back a dark scowl. “Don’t get so full of yourself…. I’m here on orders from my boss alone…” Vince snickered. Chester looked at Sayuki with an almost concerned glance. “My dear…. You look so young….. It’s a shame that the youth would suffer something so awful…” “Bah, shut it ya old man…..” Chester visibly twitched. “Do NOT call me old…”


So don't you say goodbye to me.
Just turn your back away and leave.
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret, your only friend.

I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called a falling out.
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through this life I'm in.

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