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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 4:51 pm
The walls echoed with heavy footfalls, a steady, stalking march of bare feet on cold tile. Down the hallway Petro walked, back ramrod straight, unconscious and uncaring of the fact that he'd discarded not only his coat, but the rest of the confining clothing humans subjected themselves to, even if it meant being distinctly obvious of how he looked.
He hated this form, this weak, fleshy bag of meat with senses so dull as to be deaf and blind in comparison that he might as well be dead. It disgusted him to no end that his so-called life as a Hunter left so little an impression on his body. It lacked scars and was devoid of tattoos. It was a body that, though dedicated in the admirable notion of servitude, had not truly lived in the tikbalang's opinion.
He sought to rectify that. He sought to rectify that as soon as possible. This was not his body, but there were always ways of making it his own. If this game insisted that he continue to play, the Monster intended to play by his own rules.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 11:41 pm
Petro was just noisy enough to stop her in her tracks, her hands pulling off of the walls to end the marks she'd been leaving with their bloody trail. She froze when she heard the stomping, her breath caught with delight. Someone was coming. Someone alive. Someone whose blood was pumping through their veins right now, breathing air, someone human, someone human- She pulled away, crawling into a room and shutting the door. She could sense the vibrations as he continued to walk, passing her doorway with some anger in each step. Once he was past, Riley cracked the door open and watched, waited. She knew that body. In the human world, that man was named Pedro. But there was a rigidness in his shoulders, a stance that no longer spoke of human insecurities or the gentle sway of weakness. That was a monster in a man's body, but no less a man, and no less delightfully alive. She could taste blood in her mouth, and she couldn't tell if it was her own, or just the anticipation of someone elses. He was passing the blood trails on the wall that she'd left. It was the perfect time to strike. She slid out of the doorway silently, every footstep silent as she padded closer to him. Her lips parted, but when she spoke, she threw her voice across the hall. It bounced back at him, as if it was coming from the opposite direction. And there were no words at all for him. Just laughter. Sick, twisted laughter.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 1:37 pm
The blood trail was impossible to miss and the sight of it made Petro smile a grim, mirthless smile. Whose blood was this? Did it really matter? A part of him believed it did. That it should. Was it of a hunter that populated the game or was it of an unfortunate student?
He wouldn't have the luxury of time to ponder on this question for too long as laughter erupted around him. His bare body moved without thinking, twisting on the balls of his feet, muscles rippling as he took on a stance that would grant him both defense and mobility.
When dark eyes finally spotted the source of laughter and recognized her to be one of the many hunters he had once doted on and fussed over like a nursemaid, his calves did not bunch in preparation to flee. His legs readied themselves to charge.
And charge he did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 7:48 pm
This Pedro did not disappoint. He came flying for her, looking ready to bowl her into the ground and pummel her into a puddle of blood. Her eyes glittered with excitement as she watched him come for her, and that unexpected rip of a mouth widened into a gash, a toothy grin. He was not subtle. She calculated his exact moment of impact, and slid to one side, just to let him pass with the inertia of his run forcing him to speed right by her. She flattened herself against the wall and the cackling began again. "How are you enjoying it?" She asked, her voice holding that familiar, sinister cadence. It sounded no different than when it was spoken into people's minds. "This fleshy, gooey mess of humanity. Look how slow you are. Little helpless human boy, playacting the role of the monster."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 7:35 am
There was the screech of bare feet skidding to an awkward, abrupt stop, calloused soles withstanding the friction burn just enough to keep skin from peeling off as Petro twisted and turned right around once he missed his target.
"Y' don't know s**t," he growled, baring his teeth before charging again. "Y'r not real. But 'm gonna show y' what a real monster can do," the accent in his voice was his own, clipped and brusque, one far more accustomed to silence than conversation.
But rather than another attempt at a tackle, he used his moment to kick off against the wall for an airborne strike.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 5:54 pm
"Not real?" The laughter stopped. Riley's gash of a grin disappeared at this highest of insults, and she didn't move when Petro came flying down towards her, taking the brunt of his weight and slamming down into the ground. She needed the physical contact, even if it knocked the wind out of her, because she couldn't stand it for another moment. Not real. She needed to twist and tear and rend and destroy. She needed this man in pieces, at her feet. "I will show you real, you insignificant worm." She roared, a fierce scream that ended in her teeth sinking into his bicep, biting down hard enough to try and tear the flesh and muscle out. Her nails dug deep into the skin of his back, burrowing their way past the skin just so she could scratch her way down and leave her mark. Her legs twisted around him, keeping her body locked against him. She would eat him from the inside out, if that was what it took to prove to him who the real monster was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 6:28 pm
Flat teeth often made a terrible job of rending flesh. His skin gave way enough to bruise but not tear, much to his surprise, and it was the compact muscle beneath that ground and succumbed to the pressure. Pain burst in his arm, his own fingers scrabbling at her for purchase, trying to dig into her own body through the wretched fabric of her clothing. It was a far cry from the way her nails lanced pain down his back and carved out thin ribbons of skin. He knew it. And he didn't care.
A feral grin pulled at his mouth, as he angled his head as close to her ear as he could manage, "Y' can bite harder'n that, can't y', hunter?" he growled through grit teeth, before his other arm reached for her head, his hand grabbed a tight fistful of her hair and pulled. Hard.
She may have anchored herself to him but this did not restrict his mobility. Though weak compared to his true form, he found his legs were still strong enough to allow him to stand even with her weight.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 6:32 pm
She screeched, a foul sound that could have broken glass, and her hands moved up to grab his face in her hands. "DON'T." She slammed her head against his, as hard as she could. "CALL." And again. "ME." Again. This time, she was seeing stars. "A HUNTER." She swayed, clearly having hurt herself as much as she'd hurt him. Stupid, human skulls, so easily injured. She missed her enforced mindflayer's skull. This body was pathetic. "I am no hunter, peon." She muttered, the spitfire in her voice puttering out until she slid off of his body, unable to hold herself up. Whoops.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 6:50 pm
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Bone struck bone, and a small voice in the back of Petro's head snorted that she should have gone for his nose. Cartilage would give way better, faster, fragments could be shoved up and into the brain.
Opportunity missed, he thought. But he did not miss her outrage at being given the vile title of hunter.
Nor did he miss her losing her grip around him. He would chalk it up later to this body's laughable concept of instincts that had his arms wind tight around her the instant she began to slip.
He would justify to himself right now that he was not so much as holding her up as he was attempting to give her an embrace with breathless, bone-crushing force. Perhaps if he was not seeing stars, hearing a ringing in his ears, and had two good arms, the constriction might have been effective.
"Coulda fooled me," he grunted, angling his still bleeding back until she could regain her footing. "'Nd it's pronounced Petro."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 6:59 pm
"This does not surprise me, brute, that you could be so easily fooled by this illusion we're under, and yet have such a complete lack of logical awareness as to be able to presume that you, alone, are the only one hiding in a fleshy little Hunter shell. Shall I be led to believe that you also assume the world revolves around you? Or, oh, let me guess. You think this is all your personal dream." She scoffed, shaking the dizziness out of her head. She grinned again, bringing her fingers up to wipe across her face until she was striped across the mouth with his blood. "Child." She taunted him. "You'd have been better off if I was a Hunter."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 7:12 pm
He'd never been the smartest monster in his clan or in school and all this time, he never once took umbrage about his dependence on his beloved's superior intellect. But the way she talked down to him, in such fancy, highfalutin words, made Petro's initial anger return. He scowled at her, eyes narrowing, "'S been proven that the best defense's a good offense."
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his blood on her mouth and a deep yawning ache for Lattice carved at his chest. Jack damn it, he wanted to go home. Was she here?
At the taunt he let his arms around her go slack, the muscles in his legs tensing in preparation to charge at a moment's notice. "'M never gonna be a Hunter's weapon ever again!" the heat in the black hatred in his voice could have melted steel.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 3:38 am
"Again?" That one word had piqued Riley's interest more than the promise of pain ever did. She paused, just to let that sink in, before a sick little laugh bubbled out from her throat, through closed lips. It was a slow, sardonic chuckle. "Pathetic." She launched at him, her legs crouching enough for the leap, and ready to claw at any skin she found purchase in. Her curiosity could only stop her from her baser, more uncontrollable instincts for very long.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 7:17 am
Petro ducked down in time to her leap, hands reaching up to grab at the front of her garments. He used her own momentum against her, torso twisting as his arms arced down, slamming her back onto the ground.
He didn't, wouldn't, give her time to recover as his good arm locked around her throat, his legs cinched around her from behind. He said nothing, refusing to grant her an opportunity to yield. If she wanted him torn to shreds at her feet, he wanted her still and unmoving in his arms.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 7:16 pm
"Bit of both, the lack of them is safety, the lack of hunters means what ever this is focused only on Halloween." They approached the labs and Sammy made not hesitation to shove the doors wide open. Somewhere down the hall the door cracked against the wall as Sammy strode in coat flaring behind her. Yaya right in step.with her. "Pathetic" she heard down the hall in a bubbling dripping voice. her gaze lifting higher to see Petro and Riley twisted together, blood running down Petro's arm from where Riley had sank her teeth into his flesh.Tangled with Riley's head Petro looking ready to try and rip it clean off. She stood there jaw slacked, this wasn't either form of Riley she knew. Meekish hunter nerd, nor the lofty elegant demon like a piece of sharpened glass. It was barbaric. It was like looking in a very, very, disturbing mirror.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2017 7:32 pm
"Mm," she could only agree, though not as if she were happy about it. This entire situation was enough to leave her on edge, and she stuck very close to Sammy's side as they reached their destination. Then they were both stopping, a voice further down the hall bringing a wealth of goosebumps to dark skin. It felt, for a moment, as if Yaya had been dropped into freezing water. Shocking and breath stealing. She stared down the length of the hall at the tangle of bloody limbs, and felt her heart sink, just a bit, before an unusual, vaguely familiar calm settled over her. Much has changed.Bright blue raked across the the pair of them before swinging up to meet bespectacled eyes that were both painfully familiar, and utterly alien. "Riley." She took a step forward, and another. The fear that had been there a moment before fading away.
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