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 Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 8:56 am
It was okay. Nelson figured if he kept saying that to himself...eventually it would truly become okay. At least it was a beautiful night out! There were holiday lights beginning to pop up everywhere, and Nelson enjoyed that...they were warm. It made him want to go right out and start decorating with Q.
The night hadn’t ended so badly...they had cuddled! And it had been nice...it was always nice. Nelson had been able to pretend, and that was always worthwhile.
If only it hadn’t been pretend though. If only he would have had the gumption and bravery to agree to playing spin the bottle...or if he had the bravery to kiss Xander’s cheek like he wanted to do so desperately…
Well...maybe one day he’d feel up to it...tonight...he would window shop and allow himself a good few hours to simply mope. He deserved that at least.
It was so easy to get lost in the window displays, that Nelson didn’t even notice the sound of footsteps coming closer. Night time was dangerous of course but, nothing truly bad could ever really happen...right?
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 9:04 am
The sound of pounding footsteps grew closer and closer, swearing and coughing. The man was not accustomed to finding himself in a panic, but he was also accustomed to preying on those less strong than himself, using the advantage of rank and strength to turn the tables where he had only learned so much about fighting. He gave a delighted laugh, tripping over half hysterical with delight to see the young man with the long brown hair gazing in shop windows and lost to the world. “Perfect.” He whispered. The young man didn’t need to be good, he just needed to be an obstacle. It wasn’t like he was recruiting for it to last. “Hello Young man, Sorry for the rough start, but I wonder if you won’t lend me a hand. WONDERFUL, thank you.” He quipped, sinking his hand home to clasp the delicate star seed within. He was fairly slopping in his work, it didn’t truly matter if he came up with a lieutenant or a small Youma just at the moment, and he still felt the terrible burn of cinnamon raking claws down the inside of his throat and pushing like a fist in his lungs. Who could have thought such a simple spice could be such a nightmare to try and clear from the palate, he couldn’t even seem to wet it down with enough spit to swallow it, was still wheezing clouds of pale brown dust as he pushed chaos into a new and unwitting soul.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 11:07 am
Nelson paused, looking up at the strangely dressed man, who...who…
Did something that was utterly and completely invasive, a hand inside his chest. Pain, searing pain that left him gasping. His outfit made a strange change, from his cozy sweatshirt and his favorite jeans, to something that was akin to a bat and skull clad butler.
A cheap feeling knife and fork were in his hand, and he looked dumbly at them, confusion and pain radiating through him. “I...wh-what?”
He felt so confused, and utterly, completely disorientated. And when another stranger suddenly appeared in his line of sight, he blinked rapidly, trying to clear the spots from his vision that had been caused by the pain.
The stranger had a top hat and looked...a strange mixture of annoyed and pleased with the fact that Nelson was there.
“Aw, did you bring one of your little friends out to play too? How cute.
The orange clad stranger lunged forward, grabbing the one who had done something to Nelson by the throat and jerking his hand swiftly. There was a terrible, horrible cracking sound that had Nelson freezing like a baby deer confronted with a bear.
Was...did…
...What was going on?
There was a laugh from the stranger and he heard something about cinnamon? And then suddenly Nelson couldn’t breathe, choking and coughing, trying to rid himself of the strange, volatile substance that hung in the air, though he stiffened when he felt hands clasp around his throat, fear shooting through his body.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 11:20 am
Oh hell no…. As though today hadn’t been bad enough after the flowers had gotten to the house. But now…again, the smell of Cinnamon. Cinnamon and hands clasped around a new throat, someone else on the ground his neck twisted naturally, skin folded like cloth where it had been turned too far and things had given and torn…and snapped. He swore something he’d done rather a lot of today. Last time He’d been rescued… this time - “HEY PUMPKIN SPICE!!” He snarled to gather attention. He pulled the knives out of his belt, moving without thought, with the vestiges of anger and pain and the wish for broken glass. He could save something to save someone. His attack was clumsy, but the purpose wasn’t to kill, not like the spice scented monster in his golden-brown attire. He Laid-open a deep cut in his arm though, hopefully enough to disrupt the choking grip on the Lieutenant, and the other knife he jammed towards the hip and soft flesh. It glanced off the bone and twisted down. If he were lucky, it would hurt too much to give chase.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 6:22 pm
Nelson’s vision was growing dim and he heard a muffled shout, his arms going limp as the person on top of him continued to snuff out his air. He let out a gasp as the hands suddenly freed themselves and tried to look up, though couldn’t focus on anything before darkness stole over his vision completely, his head hitting the ground with a soft thump.
He was just so tired…Gelria almost purred as the agent under his hands began to go limp. He wasn’t even fighting. Two dead chaos agents tonight. He should celebrate.
And then came a searing pain in his arm and a shouted jumble of words. Someone was calling him...pumpkin spice?
The pain in his hip was worse than that on his arm, and Gelria jerked, his limbs flailing in shock and confusion, his eyes filming with a red haze for a moment as they focused on the scum who had the audacity to stab him. “...You.” His voice was a hiss, holding a hand over his leg, trying to stop the bleeding. The cut was deep, and the sheer amount of blood that was covering his arm and leg now made him feel just a little sick.
He hadn’t been hurt like this before. He hadn’t...had an injury that was this bad, not since the snake youma all those years ago. The new, fresh cut on his arm would end up meeting that scar, if he wasn’t mistaken.
...That was crap.
He hurt. “You came back for more, hm? Do you want to die that badly? You could have just said so.” Not that Gelria was in any real shape to do much more than glower.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 6:47 pm
“Sorry Cinnamon Satan, you already got your murder quota for the night… maybe ******** off and find people of power parity for you… Or is it that you just super like picking on people who you can just choke out? If it weren’t for the murder kink I’d say they have clubs you could go to.” He kept his knives out, edging to get within reach of the Lieutenant. He didn’t know the kid, but he didn’t deserve to just die. Hell, he was just lucky that the Cinnamon jerk hadn’t broken two necks tonight… he didn’t want to give him a chance for three. “I mean, if you want another chance, I hear scarification is in. I could give you a match on the other arm… widen that smile like the joker you are? He edged closer to the Lieutenant. “You still breathing there Jeeves?” A hasty glance gave him a small dissatisfied huff at the sight of the poor kids ‘weapons’, he was almost willing to say his stupid knitting hooks would have been more dangerous.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 7:32 pm
Cinnamon Satan? For a moment, Gelria blinked slowly at the captain, squinting at him, and then burst into laughter. “Oh...well. You know, you’re so feisty. I’m going to have fun taking you apart piece by piece. It’s a pity it wasn’t your neck that I broke tonight...but next time…Oh, you best bet that next time...things will be so very different. I promise though...I’ll kiss all of those worthless scars of yours…” He laughed and held his hand up, clearly prepared to use one of his attacks, hoping that the captain would simply leave before he could.
He knew first hand just how dangerous his magic could be...honestly, even with his injuries, he thought he could finish off the weakling if he could simply distract Parisite.The newly corrupted lieutenant gave a groan and opened his eyes a little. “Who…” He whispered, voice raspy as though he had a bad cold. “...Wh-what…?” His throat hurt...everything hurt to some degree, and after a moment, he slipped back into unconsciousness, giving a soft, pained cough.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 7:44 pm
He shuddered, that sounded an -awful- lot like he could expect hands around his neck again, and a very sharp and sudden end. “Sorry to disappoint you Latte Duster, but if I can help it there won’t BE a next time.” He was not going to stay around tonight either and see just how fast this b*****d was. He lunged grabbing the Lieutenant as best he could around one of his knives and prayed to whatever gods might be listening that this wouldn’t splice him and Jeeves the lieutenant. He teleported the one and only place he could think of that would be safe. He had just enough ‘wit’ about him to quip. “Message for you sir…” before collapsing insensible on Cavansite’s floor.
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