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 Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:29 am
Oh, it was a one up match he wanted, then? "And look whose completely normal right now." The ghoul used her captured hand to poke at his side. Which reminded her. "So, now that you're not all patchy and hearing things-" At least she assumed he wasn't hearing things. The whole 'we' bullshit had stopped, after all. "You gonna go back to chasing tail?" Riyo had assumed that the boil's sudden submissive nature developed because of the insecurities over imperfections.
So a random direction it was. The ghoul wasn't about to object. Bright lights seemed like a tasteless choice with where they were and what was transpiring, after all.
But when the fog began to twist and churn around them, the demoness could feel her stomach clenching with anxiety. Then... Sounds. There was... Music? No, that couldn't be right. It sounded too cheerful for this nightmare. Brutal, crazed noises she could handle, but this wasn't right.
It was like... They were back at Fright Night.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 8:37 pm
"Was I ever completely normal?" He asked, a little look of suspicion cast her way as they walked. Deacon laughed shortly, though softly, at her question that followed.
"I guess we'll see," he replied, sounding casual about his response.
Though, really, how could he ever expect to find any other ghoul who'd put up with him as she had? Without killing him on a regular basis just to be rid of him for a while, at least.
The movement of the fog was just as unnerving to him, causing Deacon to freeze and stare worriedly ahead as it reformed. His guard up, he frowned, risking a few steps toward one of the booths. He reached out with his free hand, grasping for a trinket at the stall, only to have it vanish when his hand passed over it and reform once it had gone by.
The disembodied laughter and music was a bit more disturbing than the voices he'd gotten used to, actually...
"I think... I liked the creepy fog when it was just... Fog."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 10:00 am
Yeah, they'd see alright. Though at least now, if nothing else, Riyo could get rid of that sick feeling of guilt she'd had all this time. The guilt that came with the horrible things she'd wished upon him, even if what happened couldn't have been her fault.
Speaking of which.
The ghoul watched with curiosity and horror as nothing seemed to be tangible. No, she hadn't really expected to just... Be dropped back off in the middle of everything without so much as a scratch. This much was certain. It was all about waiting for the twist.
The dark fog rushed in. The feel of falling. Riyo didn't like falling. "s**t." She grabbed hold of Deacon's arm and clung tightly, waiting for the splat when they hit the ground.
But instead, everything reformed in a more sinister fashion. "... Well. That's more like it." No more deception. Everything was out in the open now.
What are you fighting for?
Riyo's eyes widened as the figure appeared, with other little shapes trotting directly behind them. Here's what she was waiting for. This was where they put up their fists and-
Oh. Wait. She couldn't move. That sound... Oh Jack that sound. Power? Them? The spiel he dribbled was not unlike one's she had heard before. What was she fighting for? Herself, of course. Why would he even...?
Brows furrowing, she focused her eyes in an effort to take a better look at the phantoms hiding behind the foreboding weapon-wielding figure.
"Oh Jack no."
Riyo was often misconstrued as the type to not think about how her actions would affect others, but such thoughts were generally mistaken. There had been many nights where she laid in thought instead of sleep, contemplating what she'd do if ever the time came when her desires didn't match that of her friends.
Sweet Sally. Hel wouldn't even look her in the eyes. What had she done? Stolen something, was it? "Hel? Mitsu? Xiu?"
... None of them replied.
Had Riyo really stolen something from this person? She... Really wasn't the type to steal things. It didn't make sense. Or... Maybe... This was metaphorical. Perhaps this was a figure from the past. From her days of being a dictator in a corporation.
If such was the case, anything she stole was intangible, and therefore, the feline would not be able to return it. It left her with minimal options.
The feeling was starting to return to her. The fight of flight instinct was starting to kick in. Adrenaline. This was it.
"Ah. Yes. What I stole." The ghoul tried to be nonchalant and unemotional, but there was a quiver in her voice. "Let me just-" Riyo looked as if she was about to turn around, but quickly released Deacon's hand and lunged at the figure.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:34 pm
The sudden change in the fog and the tumbling sensation that accompanied it had Deacon clutching to the ghoul in return, mentally prepared to hit the ground and hopefully not land on her. Strangely enough - though, what wasn't strange anymore? - there was no violent contact with the ground. They were, however, no longer alone. If they ever really were.
Deacon felt a chill run up his spine, his attention focused on the large figure before them. There were other forms in the fog, but he didn't pay them any attention.
He overheard Riyo's response, and decided to follow her lead. "It isn't here, ah..."
Oh s**t, what was she doing?!
Deacon rushed forward as well, intending to grab hold of Riyo and run away. He wasn't sticking around if he had a choice, and as far as he was concerned he had full right to tuck tail and hide to keep from going crazy all over again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:54 pm
It would almost seem as soon as Riyo was grabbed by the boil, everything faded back to normal.
Well. You know. Everything but the huge gash across the ghoul's torso now. The ghoul held back a whine and tried to stop Deacon from running farther so she could address the now bleeding wound. "That's not ******** fair. I can't hit fog." The ghoul hissed, her hand resting across her stomach momentarily, then pulled away sporting a lovely red color. The feline was obviously not amused.
... Nor was she when she found herself kneeling, hands stained with a blood that was suddenly not her own. Pressure. She needed to put pressure on this.
Though... As she examined the figure, no discerning marks struck her. She could only make out the horrible wound. Coughs and sputters followed, and with those sounds, gurgling wasn't far behind. Gurgling and a new found dampness around both her fingers and her knees. There was no time left for this creature.
... Because she was the one who had done it. Yes. Just looking over this body made the ghoul certain it was no accident, and that this ******** head deserved it.
The ghoul grinned wickedly as she pressed down harder and harder on the wound, the soft whines and slight hisses not escaping her sensitive ears. She said nothing, but it was obvious there was satisfaction on her features when the figure breathed its last laborious breath.
And then there was silence.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 5:10 pm
"No, you can't," Deacon said. When he released her, the fog around them nothing more once again, he watched with concern as she assessed her wound. "But apparently, it can hit you... Best to avoid the danger, or we'll end up consumed all over again."
He didn't want the Insanity to take him again. Not when he'd finally gotten rid of it somehow.
Just as quickly as one strange encounter had ended, there was another. Deacon couldn't remember kneeling down near Riyo, and he certainly didn't remember there being someone dying on the floor. The feel on warm blood on his hands made him instinctively press down on the body to try and stop the flow, while he tried in vain to see just who this figure might be. There was too much fog. With the amount of blood he smelled and felt, there was nothing that could be done, anyway.
After a few moments, Riyo's hands were alone in the task. Deacon got up and stepped a few feet away, his back to she and whoever the soon-to-be dead person was. He could hear well enough, without seeing, that she was finishing them off. He had no protests, and simply waited for it to be done. He did nothing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:34 pm
Riyo stood and tried to wipe her bloody hands on her pants, remembering too late that she wasn't wearing any. "s**t." Then she remembered she was still wounded. "Double s**t." The feline grimaced. Oh well. It could be w-
No. Wait. No saying that. No thinking that, even. "Okay. I'm sick of being played with like some kind of doll." The feline grabbed Deacon's hand again. "One of these days, I'm going to be the one playing the games." Instead of being the toy. Oh, how she grew tired of being the pawn. Always the faceless disposable instead of the protagonist of her own story.
But that could wait.
"... Do you smell something?" Yes. Something up ahead. Something baking. Something warm. It wasn't long before they walked in upon the kitchen scene, greeted by someone who should've been familiar, by the way she was acting.
Cringing, the ghoul glanced at the cat boil. She was so bad at cooking, this seemed like an awful idea. Moreover, the white eyes creeped her right the hell out. Just... Staring like that.
The fish was of course what she picked, feeling that it was only appropriate and anything spawning from this couldn't be too bad... Right?
Yes, actually. The aroma that wafted through the air was somehow... Wonderful. It reminded her of being at home, surrounded by her cats. She might've even relaxed enough to smile ever so slightly as things started to blur again, as they continually seemed to do in this place.
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