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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:12 pm
Saieve nodded his head, "Hmm...you'll have to show me sometime."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:49 am
When Helena emerged from the women's changing room, she was gathering up her hair to throw up in a bun. A few seconds later it was secured and she tucked her hands in the hoody pocket, watching the Thief offer some insight to Claire and Saieve. She stopped in her thoughts briefly to wonder why exactly she used the nickname; Clarissa had never suggested it. She shook it off, and continued watching them. In doing so, Grissom felt the earlier disturbing feeling rising in her gut. God, I'm going to be sick. She took a deep breath and marched right back into the changing room. Then, into her shower where she sat on the folded, slightly damp towel. Her knees were up at a forty-five degree angle in front of her so she could prop her elbows against them. The artist then laid her face in her hands, hair held back. Staring at the towel, she tried to figure just what the hell was getting to her.
They were only punching a bag! A goddamn bag! That's it! Is it the Thief? Ugh... It's not like he's all that attractive. Just amazing. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Okay, wow. I need to just calm the ******** down. Helena stretched out her legs and laid the back of her head against the shower partition, trying to relax with another great breath.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:23 pm
Clarissa was slightly worried about punching the bag, but for what reason, she didn't know. Well, I've always hated fighting. She timidly punched the bag and made no effect on it. With a slight frown, she threw a strong punch - it made a loud thud. Her confidence grew, and she started to hold her hands up in a fighting stance. She started to throw more punches and even did a few combos.
Without realizing it, she was starting to do really well against the bag. Eh. I DID read a lot about different fighting styles and types. Though she had forgotten her memories, it seemed that her body instinctively remembered how to throw a punch.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 4:08 am
Jesse was the last to come out from the shower. Having been in dire need of one for some time, he made sure that he didn't miss a spot. Upon exiting, wearing fresh clothing and shoes, he walked into the area where people were starting to do some training. He saw Clarissa working the bags with the thief while leaning up against the wall and drying his hair with a towel. The sight of this made something in him turn over and over, giving him the sudden drive to do the same thing.
He found himself on the opposite side of the room, working a bag there. He had some prior knowledge of boxing that was taught to him by his uncle, but this was rediculous. He was hitting the bag as if he knew how to box all along. He continued, going off in his own tangent of sorts while others stood watching Clarissa's training in progress.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 8:12 am
Lance spoke up. "Now that's all fine and good, but how the hell is that supposed to help me out? I mean, I've got these... things on my arms."
The Thief backed up and thought for a second. "Well, I haven't had to do this much before, but it could be like a closer range version of swordplay." Colors formed around The Thief's hands, simulating Knifehands quite efficiently. He then stepped to a bag and began to make quick, pinpoint cuts and jabs, tearing it to shreds within seconds. "Something like that. Keep your arms close as much as possible and strike out quickly and efficiently. Don't waste energy spinning or making huge sweeps unless they can't possibly block it."
Lance attempted to follow The Thief's quick, tight strokes, but could only do it comparatively poorly. "Eh, whatever," he declared, another bag fairly well ripped up. "No blunt force trauma, but I guess these blades are pretty sharp."
"Indeed they are. Now. Let's prepare to be moving out of here. I'll need a minute and I'll be able to get you to where we're going."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:45 pm
Indeed, it appeared that the Hosts were particularly fast learners. They wondered if this was only the case when it came to combat, but there wasn't really much else that they could test it on for now.
As the Thief spoke, Helena made a realization that was soon made by the others as well. Helena felt sick because...
Oh s**t. They were Hungry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 2:31 pm
Clarissa stopped her rapid punching to put a hand on her stomach. She ignored it since it was probably only a cramp. Could have been from lack of exercise. But slowly she came to the horrible realization that she was Hungry. I'm actually getting VERY hungry. She put her second hand on her stomach. But...I can't! I don't want to be Hungry! I don't want to--to-- Images of her family's carcasses came to her. I CAN'T.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 4:46 pm
"Stop worrying. We may be able to delay this... hunger by feeding you animals. And with any luck, there'll be enemies to devour. You won't have to worry about killing innocents.
"Portal is almost ready," he added. "Trying to pinpoint a location. I got a message from someone I used to know, and we'll be working to do something about them. You may have noticed that we... didn't exactly win the last fight. The odds were a bit stacked. We can, however, hopefully even these odds this way.
"On a slightly related note, Sigils operate in extremely odd ways."
The wall burst into a maelstrom of color, and The Thief pointed the way. "Go on, I'll catch up."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 6:55 pm
Elizabeth, who finally emerged from the shower room in khakis and a short-sleeved white shirt (probably a bad color in consideration of what they would soon be doing), arrived just in time to hear "enemies to devour," turned pale as she realized her Hunger's merciless insistence.
"Oh god," she gasped, falling to her knees and clutching her stomach. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no...." she whispered to herself, over and over, as if the repetition could stop the Hunger from rising within her. How does he know how our Hunger works? she thought to herself for a moment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:13 pm
Saieve clutched his stomach as his hunger began to grow, "Dammit." he muttered and he approached The Thief and Clarissa.
The mutilated arm came up in his mind. Then his mother...
What the hell had he done back there? Was that really his mother? If not...then where was she?
He began to feel sick to his stomach at the possible reality that he had eaten his own mother. Please, God, don't let that be the case.
He looked at the Thief, "Can you...feed us now?" he asked, "I don't want to risk another blackout...I don't want to risk someone's life."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:18 pm
Hearing the door open and shut broke Helena's reverie. Slowly, she rose to her foot and that's when she felt the pang in her belly, the soft desire in her jaw muscles. She clenched them shut and begrudgingly made her way into the main room. The wall was aglow and the Thief was ordering them through. The artist didn't think she was ready for this, she needed... reassurance? Something. "What's going on? What's... that?" She pointed to the wall as she came to Elizabeth's side. Grissom already knew what was wrong with Elizabeth as she wrapped her arms around the fellow Host. "C'mon Elizabeth. We'll figure something out. Staying here will do us no good."
And though Helena couldn't openly admit it, she was looking forward to the feeling that proceeded a "full belly." She knew the others would call her crazy, hearing her call it the Essence of God, but she knew that they knew she was right. It led them to all the places they needed to go, and had yet to leave them to their deaths. Helena had already told herself she'd do whatever it requested, and even now she stood by that declaration. It seemed the only way to make it through this personal Hell.
Gripping Elizabeth by the arms, Helena tried to help her stand. "Come on, we can't stay here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:23 pm
"I know because that's... just part of being who I am. It's something I can't stop.
"I don't have anything or anyone here. I can't... create intelligences, can't create animals. I could bring some in, though. I think it might delay the hunger."
At that moment what appeared to be a sleeping deer flopped in through the ceiling.
"However many we need can be brought in, but it'll tax me. It'd be easier to do it outside of here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:31 pm
Saieve frowned at the deer, "Devouring live animals doesn't seem much better than humans, to me." he commented, "But it is better..."
He sighed heavily.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:55 pm
Clarissa paled at the thought of eating the deer, but started to roll up her sleeves. "I-I can't." She looked lost, but suddenly, her face changed to determination. If it means that a person doesn't die, I'll do it. She walked over to Saieve and grabbed his hand. Both of their arms changed yet again, but that wasn't what made Clarissa tremble. She started to walk up to the deer and looked at it's sleeping form. "If...if no one else wants to kill it, I will." She needed to get over her queasiness. She was stuck with this mess, she might as well get used to the idea of eating raw meat.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:11 pm
Saieve sighed again, but he felt somewhat comforted as Clarissa took his hand. He glanced at his transformed hands and grimaced, but approached the deer with the Clarissa.
He shook his head, "No, I will. I wouldn't feel right letting you do it." he told her. At least he wasn't doing this alone, he wasn't the only one that had to do this.
He took a deep breath and decided to put the deer to rest in the least messiest way he could think of: he reach down to the deer with both hands, gently wrapping them around the deer's neck. Then, with one, quick movement, Saieve snapped the deer's neck, killing it.
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