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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 11:10 am
Alecto: 6/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 12/20
-- Dice Roll : 3 --
-- Dice Roll : 1 --
Blood was pouring back through the layers of new skin. Morrígan had tried to stop it, but... A healer she was not. Only able to masquerade, Morrígan decided to rest on a bench, and watch in agony. Her godling was dying, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do.
"So you cannot heal..." Tisiphone remarked, passively watching as Crow howled due to her new wounds. She missed Alecto once again due to her own agony.
"No, I cannot. I can only mask them for so long. Carren cannot maintain the appearance, but it's only been within the last few months she's even managed to control her changes."
Alecto managed to throw a rock and hit one of Crow's open wounds. This only angered the strange monster, as Crow stomped after the crawling whorebeast.
"I think after this I will have to teach her how to hide her wounds."
"A most interesting talent, and useful I would presume. She hides her wounds, others do not realize she is in ill status...and they refrain from attacking. Brilliant."
"I thought so, too. I think I'll have to take her to Persy or someone after this, she won't recover well..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 11:56 am
Alecto: 0/20
Tisiphone: 20/20
Crow: 12/20
-- Dice Roll : 2 --
-- Dice Roll : 6 --
Another miss, another bad swipe as Crow fumbled with the strange new body. She didn't like it much. It was becoming more of a hassle than anything of use, especially with the dizzying headache. As Alecto opened her mouth to mock, Crow's large hands picked the harpy up and literally pulled her in two. Tisiphone stood, and stared.
Her sister was dead, and she was killed by her other sister. Morrígan also rose, and then rushed to her godling's side as Crow fell, quickly changing back into a mutt-human.
"Everything's...so..."
"Shh... I'm so sorry, Carren. I worked you too hard..."
"There's still Tisiphone..." Crow started, her eyes unable to focus on anything. She pushed away, her mind racing and everything slowed and then sped up, only to slow once again. Blood flowed from everywhere, it seemed. Out of the corner of their eyes, and in the full view of Tisiphone, Alecto's body fell to azure ashes before simply blowing away.
Yet, somehow, Tisiphone was unaffected.
Morrígan picked up her godling, and held her close. "I'm so sorry, Carren... I did this to you... I... I'll make it up to you..."
"What about Tisiphone?" Crow said again, "I didn't hurt her, did I?"
Tisiphone started, gracefully walking across the street, Crow's blood dried on her own skin, the moonlight unable to play with the matte liquid. "You did not hurt me, Child."
Crow's head fell backwards on her goddess' arm, and then her entire body fell limp as well. Tisiphone smiled, fangs showing, as she drew a strange scar in Crow's forearm. Morrígan collapsed, and held her godling close.
She should have been more of a mother to her, rather than a keeper.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:20 pm
CRACK!
The back of Writ's axe smacked over the harpy's head. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to get her attention. He saw Crow fall, and thought it was too late, there were tears in his eyes. But his ears picked up on her breathing, and he knew that there was still a chance.
"b***h." Writ spat out, "I was going to give her something too."
((A new challenger approches!))
W: 20/20
T: 20/20
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:29 pm
Morrígan's eyes went wide.
"WRIT?!" She exclaimed, Crow flopping around like a ragdoll as she whirled about to face him.
Tisiphone's mind swirled for a moment before she turned on the godling. "It seems fitting that we were all to be murdered by a different child. Carren was honestly more impressive, though!"
She whirled about and took to the sky. "Let's see if you can play with me up here, Coyote's little brat."
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 12:57 pm
"Hi."
Writ said to Morrigan in that I-forgive-you-for-trying-to-strangle-me-and-ripping-my eyes-out tone of voice.
"Yeah?" Writ smiled. Of course there wasn't any way to get up there. Tisiphone was just being a coward. Eh, he figured, if one of your sisters got murdered by a pair like Jubs and Crow, she had every right to be scared. They were crazy. At least Jubs was, Crow was still a-ok in his book, except for her god, but that was a different story.
"I like the ground, thanks." Writ flung the Tomahawk at the harpy. The blade sped towards the monster, and clipped her right wing, sending her into a downward spiral into the pavement.
W:20/20
T:16/20
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 1:22 pm
Morrígan hung her head; "What's with the butterfly compulsion here?! It's making my bones hurt..."
Tisiphone crashed to the pavement, much like Alecto did. Enraged, she pushed herself back up and launched at Writ. She wasn't to be murdered by the little broken girl's boyfriend!
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 1:48 pm
((Dice roll 1!
Dice roll 5!))
"Butterfly what?" Writ didn't have any time to respond, one of the Fury's claws ripped through his right shoulder. You know, the one that he hurt in that minotaur battle? Yeah, that was still healing.
It hurt.
A ********!" Writ fell down, gripping his arm, damn! He was getting careless. The godling tried ignoring the dizzying pain that was shooting up to his brain.
"Alright...." He said, shakily, "Well, I have claws too you know..." Writ shifted, and jumped upon the monster. His shoulder still felt like all hell was burning on it, but he held through as he clawed at the thing's face.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 5:48 pm
((Dice roll 6!))
Tisiphone kicked Writ off of her. She stood up, one her wings was clipped, and now one of her eyes ceased working.
"You insolent little- I will teach you TRUE pain and suffering!"
Writ slid across the ground and landed close to his axe. He put a paw on the handle, which promptly turned back into a hand.
"You know what? ******** your pain, and ******** your suffering, you're going down! " He threw his weapon at her again, this time, it embedded itself on her shoulder, dangerously close to her heart.
Before Writ had time to think, he had already shifted into another pounce at the tattered harpy. Tisiphone found herself on the ground, looking at a muzzled smile, His paw pressed down on the axe. He took a bite out of her other wing. The Harpy screamed, struggling under Writ's weight now, thrashing about as he held on.
T:5/20
W:15/20
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:13 pm
((Dice Roll 1! Dice Roll 4!))
Eventually, Writ was pushed off once more. He changed back, the pain of changing was starting to become taxing on his shoulder.
"Heh." He panted, "How do you like- AHHHHH!" Tis didn't waste any time getting back on her feet and clawing Writ's weak arm.
"That's better. Less talking, more screaming." The Harpy smirked, twisting her claws through bone and muscle.
Out of complete defiance, Writ sucked in the blinding pain, if he was going to get hurt, he was not going to give this b***h the satisfaction. He felt himself getting pulled up, lifted only by a tendril of pain. Writ slipped off one of his shoes with his feet. Before the Fury even noticed, he landed a set of clawed toes into the belly of the beast. Tisiphone screamed, and Writ felt himself drop to the ground again, his arm aching.
"Like I said... I got claws too...." He moaned, picking himself up to a sitting position.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 6:54 pm
It was like a scene from a movie unfolding. Both fighters down on the ground, suffering from unbelieveably painful wounds, just laying there. The audience waiting eagerly for one of them to stand up.
Writ struggled up, gripping his arm, He gave a frustrated grunt, taking his hand from his arm to his axe. A nonexistant audience cheered in the background.
"End it." Tisiphone whispered as Writ limped towards her, "It won't matter, as long as there's suffering, we will-"
"Blah blah blah blah blah." Writ growled, putting the blade at her neck, "You come back, I'll rip off your wings."
And with one swing, it was over.
Like a switch, Writ changed from badass monster fighter to concerned boyfriend. He ran over to her, and knelt. She was still breathing, but Crow needed help. He held his shoulder tightly. Writ was bleeding, but his shoulder was nothing compared to her. Options raced around his mind.
They could go to the hospital, but Writ thought otherwise. What kind of doctor would help two shapeshifters like them? Things would just get too hairy. The last thing he needed was to get neck deep in Blacksuits because a doctor wouldn't keep their big mouth shut.
The only thing he figured was that Persy had something at Seasons. She was Queen of the Underworld and all. Writ had a feeling that he was going to need to pay a lot for this.
Writ's ears pricked up, he almost forgot. From his pockets, he took out the Scylla Tooth necklace he made. He stroked her hair, and fitted the pendent around her neck. She's gonna be fine. Writ thought tears rolling down her cheeks, She's gonna wake up, she's gonna be fine. She's gonna be fine, and she's gonna like my present.
He stood up, his body covered with blue and red blood, and looked to Morrigan, "We've gotta get to Seasons." He started to run, " You gotta carry her, my arm's not working right! Come on!"
T: -3/20
W: 10/20
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