Wha??? Angry began to summon the vines. They took a little time to summon and he had to be standing on the ground, but normally people didn't have that much time to react. This one was fast, like the legs were moving different from the hands. But that was ******** crazy!
He felt the axe blade dig itself into his shoulder with a ring of pain and metal even as the vines leapt from the ground to ensnare and agonize the elf. he stepped back, panting, holding the bleeding, painful shoulder- nearly useless shoulder.
"You ******** b***h." he gasped out. Percy could wake up and what a ******** situation he'd have then! "You ******** want me to leave, huh? you upset about me not leaving? Well s**t, b***h, you ain't leaving either. you ain't leaving til' I say so!" One wing might not work. <******** s**t ********. He didn't want Percy to be crippled! That would just suck massive tentacled balls!
23/75 hp Not defending this round, just attacking with the vines! Shiro will be bound for the next round or so.
27/75 Shiro attempts to defend plant based attack +5 to defense
Shiro instinctively curled his arms about his head, protecting his face from the vines and their sharp thorns. The rest of him, not so much. Pain, furious pain filled his vision. "GAAAAH"
"Shiro!" It hurt, oh it hurt. She struggled against them, only to find that it only hurt more when she did. She kicked and struggled, but... to no avail.
As they struggled, the vines seemed to shrink away slightly, as if apologizing. Just orders, they said, very sorry. "Thats fine..." he said, focusing on the Fallen angel that was causing the pain
"you think you're sooooo smart, huh?" Angry punched at them, "HUH?!" Angry punched again, "A real bigshot, huh?!" Another punch. "Well ******** think again 'cause we're all in this host situation together and you gotta ******** believe it" a kick "so ******** you, ******** your kill ******** ******** ...ff..." for a moment, the world went grey and ********> It was getting difficult to stand.
23/75 Punching. 3d 6 from retribution +5 for continued thorn poking
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:34 pm
4/75 -1 from toughness not counting -5 from plants because the plants are at their limits of being able to be nice to shiro
Sparrow didn't do well with pain...
So the reigns were back to Shiro, who squirmed in frustration against the punches, even as the plants apologetically dug into him. "you should..." Shiro gasped, "Go away. Hospital." Oh... the pain... But he daren't heal his wounds, not with these plants here still making them. "Go. Go away."
Angry stumbled against a wall. "Not through with you ********... yet..." he pointed a shaky finger at them, "Not through... at all..." he said, stumbling out of the alley to a pay phone to call 911 because with a damaged wing he sure as ******** wasn' flying there. Call the hospital... call zach...
No. Call the kid first. Then hospital. The kid was clever. As Angry left the area, the wines withered and faded away, dropping Shiro and Sparrow onto the ground.
He scrounded in Percy's dress for some money and clumsily put it into the pay phone, calling Zachary's burn phone number. "Hey. Zach. I kinda got myself injured. Gonna go out to the hospital. just lettin ' ya know."
"Percy? What?! What happened, whats going on? What...?!" shouted the young human boy, frantic with worry for his sister. She sounded strange like she sometimes got, and that concerned him. And injured...
Angry hung up on Zach, leaning dizzily against the payphone's wall to call the hospital. "Yeah. hey . I'm injured, kinda need emergency assistance. Payphone on... on..." his vision blurred again, "Yeah. there. urrrgh..." he felt sick, "Help..." he slumped down as his legs gave ********.... fuuuuck...
When his sister hung up, Zachary grabbed his coat and went straight to the nearest hospital, loitering in the ER. Just at the point where someone would have asked him to leave, she was wheeled in from an abulance, a hurried air around the paramedics. He joined them. "Thats... thats my sister. She called me. Will she be okay?" No answer. "Please!" he begged.
"Get out of our way and maybe so." said one, gruffly
Zachary did so, waiting anxiously.
Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 5:37 pm
Shiro panted, collapsing down to his knees as he concentrated his powers, willing his skin to regrow and regenerate. "Sparrow." he said, his voice strained as he concentrated and the wounds closed up bit by bit. Finally, the last of the bleeding wounds were closed. "Explain. Everything." He rubbed a still hurting healing gash on his arm to get the blood flowing. "Now."
Shiro... I... Sparrow wanted to reach out and touch him. Oh, look what that... that WOMAN had done to him, his beautiful handsome body... She didn't need to see it, she felt it. All right. It was time to explain. I'm a spirit, Shiro. There are others like me, I guess. Spirits who attach to items and then to metas. Like you. She shifted uneasily in his mind, There are two kinds of us, I think. she had picked it up somewhere, There are manes, which protect their hosts, and malices which are different and want to hurt others.... She sighed. I'm... I'm a Malice, Shiro. And so was she, or... or whoever was in her. If this had been face to face, she would have looked away. I kill people. It felt oddly good to come clean. But how would he feel? How would he react?
Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:01 pm
"So" Shiro stood up, still a bit unsteady and in pain. He leaned against one of the walls of the alleyway. "You do this often? Go out at night and hurt people?" his voice was cold, dispassionate, "Have you ever gotten caught? Spotted?" in HIS body? That would be so inconvenient. "You kill them. Then. And then what do you do with them? Do you hide them?" he looked at the man in the alleyway. He didn't care about that man's death, to be honest. A few had to die so that many may live, correct? Or you could reverse that. Easily. The point was, death went to life. That was just how it was. "You didn't, did you." No. His dear headmate wasn't NEARLY so crafty as that. "So then. Did you ever wish to kill me?" he raised an eyebrow. He had often wished her gone. Sometimes, he even wished to throttle the horrible b***h that ruined his life. But even still, he was close to her. She had always been there to tell him he was better then these people around him. He felt warmth towards her, kindness even. "Did you"
Sparrow was confused. None of these were the questions she had expected. 'Why do you do this?' 'How could you?' and 'I hate you'... she'd been dreading and expecting those. Dreading the answer of 'I dont know' and 'I just like to'... and the pain of the final statement.
But no. He was so calm. So manly. So... so... Shiro. She sighed a sigh of relief.
No, Nobody's caught me yet... and lived. I killed them. They didn't talk. Of course he wouldn't want to be caught, she wouldnt let him be caught. I do it often, but I'm careful! a blantant lie. She was, though! She stalked so perfectly!
H... hide them? she said, taken aback, No, I... I usually just...
The force of his statement made her flinch. I usually just leave them there... its so much work to hide them! Why was he upset? Why did he care if she hid her kills or not?
She was already off guard, and his next question caught her even more so. Want to... kill you...? she repeated, uneasily. She had, once. But no no no! She wasn't going to tell him that! No! He'd hate her! He'd hate her if he knew how she had felt, and it was so long ago, and no. No. He didn't need to know about when she had fantasized about ripping his head off.
No she said vehemently, No, Shiro. she hesitated. It was true. It was so true. Now she wanted him alive and well and... and... I love you, Shiro... HERS.
Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:44 pm
Well, he could believe that she loved him. He heard it often enough. He could believe that she didn't bother to hide the bodies. She wasn't that... subtle. Or, for that matter, smart.
Clearly, he had to protect her from this. But oh, what obnoxious inconvenience. He looked down at his close. Crud.
"Did you give any thought to the fact that I am now covered in blood? How do you even hide this?" he growled.
No. No she hadn't given any thought. She was sorry... now his lovey clothes would be ruined. I'm sorry. Please don't be upset with me, Shiro? He sighed. He wasn't... actually too upset. Sparrow had screwed him over so many times before. A bloodstained shirt was just new.
"I'm fine, or I will be if nobody notices that I am buying new clothing..." or am covered in blood.
So. She was a Malice, a spirit that took him over and murdered people with his body and powers. He had guessed as much, bit by bit. It wasn't a shock to him.
"One last question and then we. go. home." he said, a bit of a steely tone creeping into his voice, "Is there a way to get you out of my body?
Sparrow hesitated. Do you... Do you not want me with you? she said, almost sadly. I can go, I just... I need to be strong enough to remove myself from you... I'm sorry shiro...
"So there is a way to free me of you... and you of me." he brushed himself off, a fruitless endeavor, "Then it would be mutually beneficial of me to help you grow in strength, correct?"
I... wait, was he... was he offering to help her? Yes but, that means... I'll be killing more... she frowned, He didnt seem to... mind? But how? How could Her. Precious. Shiro. Not mind that she was a happy killer? Was he perfect, or was this a flaw? She found it hard to tell. And there will be something big. Very soon. she whispered what she had heard
Shiro nodded, looking outside of the alley for witnesses, and, seeing none, began walking briskly back into the academy, sticking to the trees and melding as needed. "I see. Well. You have my support in this. For freedom then?"
Did he just offer to help her? Sparrow was stunned. Delighted and stunned. Y-yes!
