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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:35 pm
It was a damned good thing he'd been a camper... it was a damned good thing she was this far out of town.
Because the primal screams of rage that she was making, were anything but hard to hear.
She wasn't really hearing them just at the moment, she was almost totally focused on what amounted to -hamburger- under her mask.
It -had- been a head, part of a torso... the rest of the body was intact enough that you could tell it was human but, the head and shoulders especially were caved in.
There was a crack in the ear of the mask she'd have to fix, it was hard to wield and it tended to shift in her hands unless she clasped it with both as she had been doing for the last... 10 or 20 minutes.
She finally collapsed, kneeling over the 'corpse' panting.
She felt... marginally better, and at the same time -that- much worse.
She was so glad she hadn't eaten because she was about to be sick on her 'handywork'
"Sssshiiiit....s**t....s**t..." She swore. panting and trying to scrub blood off her face. "F---CK!!
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:02 pm
The girl had made enough noise to attract the whole goddamn city--if she hadn't been out in the middle of nowhere. He'd been disposing of yet another body out here in the woods when he'd heard the furious screams, and he'd silently followed them until he was left leaning up against a tree and observing the source. From the carnage splattered all over the damp forest floor, he could assume she was a Negaverse agent.
Dressed like ******** Pocahontas, but that was another story entirely.
"You sure you hit it enough? I think I can still see an eye." Obsidian mused, feeling his plated shoulders scrape somewhat against the tree as he shifted his position. "********, did you even get the starseed, or you just pulverized it with the rest of the body?" He sounded amused rather than irritated, and could barely make out the object she was holding, able to see the dark stains dripping on it.
Crude, but efficient enough. "What's your name, lieutenant?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:08 pm
Her face went from 'distressed and I'm about to be ill' to...
"I will cut you and wear your guts for garters' in about .005 seconds at the sound of his words.
the Mask lifted once more and -mASHED- down on what was left...what -little- was left of an eye. It popped and leaked viscous fluid into the dark.
She reached into her pocket and lifted the starseed for show before curling her fingers around the 'prize' once more.
then -shuddered and looked sick again. <********..." She added hoping this wasn't about to turn into a mockery about her name being '********'...
God, what was -wrong- with her.
A nervous laugh... twitchy almost. "...that's gona be fun to burry...s**t.... s**t..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:18 pm
He was suddenly intense and far-too focused as she raised that mask and slammed it down on the endlessly staring organ, crushed it to a pulp. If she were to glance at him again, he was relaxed and almost indifferent, watching her with a lazy tilt of his head. "Moonstone..." Just a hint of mockery, just maybe.
It was the way she'd snapped that appealed to him most, and a low chuckle stirred in his throat a little when she rambled about cleaning up. "Well, I guess it's your lucky night then, Moonwalk." A sharp whistle burst from his lips, and the resulting silence seemed eerily loud.
Then, something shifted behind Moonstone with a low grunt. She couldn't quite make out just what it was, but a very human-like hand would reach out to impatiently brush along her shoulder, withdrawing reluctantly once it realized just who and what she was. It was big, whatever it was, probably almost up to her shoulders if she stood up, and with a rasping grunt, it began to slurp up the nicely mashed meat she'd prepared for it.
"That how you always get starseeds out?" He had to ask with a grin, completely ignoring the... whatever it was snuffling around in the dark.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:25 pm
She went ridged as 'grandmother willow' or whatever the heck her name was at the brush... so tense her hands shook as she stood and moved away.
It was -eating- it? What the hell...what the HELL. Her stomach lurched and she swallowed hard trying for once to cling to that twisted -pleasure- that lingered just a moment ago rather than letting it slide back into its little 'corner'
She stared back at him, trying to unwind but it was like trying to undo a knot, all twisted up and pulled so tight that it would either -snap- or be drawn tighter and harder to undo.
"...lately... I guess..." She said, her voice almost -dazed- as she glanced back at the snuffling sound. Moonwalk, heh, she could imagine Charys calling her that, if she knew... if she KNEW though they wouldn't talk at all.
So it would be Pancakes... and Moonwalk... two separate playing fields.
"What IS that..." she glanced back, staring at that -grin-.
A Cheshire Cat with red hair...
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:47 pm
Whatever it was, it was perfectly content to ignore the pair and focus on cleaning up Moonstone's mess, so to speak, and great furrows were left in the earth as it scooped up the bloody hunks of meat. Eventually, when mostly everything was gone, the blackened creature scraped at the soil, kicking it up to hide the rest of the remains before it rustled back into the bushes.
"Hmm." Moonstone. The name sounded familiar, and he couldn't remember if Charonite had been bitching about some of the more p***y Negaverse agents or not. Sounded about right.
That meant this was a dramatic improvement.
"That's Garbage Disposal." Yes, he was dead serious, though his grin widened just a tad. "I thought it was apt. You know, though, how the hell were you really planning on cleaning all that? I think you owe me a favor." You did not want to own Captain Obsidian a favor.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:59 pm
her lips tightened to a thin line.
"I'd have handled it..." She said with a returning flash of 'murder death kill' that was suppressed by survival instinct of -some- kind.
Her fingers tightened on her mask, making an odd -groan-ing creek against the blood damp wood. The paint of it was really rather oddly resilient to the treatment. You could still, as she shifted it in her grip slightly, make out the -lear- of the...bear? Whatever it was.
"What.. -kind- of favor... did you have in -mind?" She said her teeth already grinding together. She was learning, steadily to despise such requests, the -last- time someone wanted something of her she'd ended up doing a parody of 'colors of the wind'.
She didn't trust this not to be about 100 times worse, after all, she'd made an ungodly -mess-.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:09 pm
"S'cuse me?"
His friendly, cheerful tone had suddenly dropped into something smooth and lingering on dangerous. "Was that a hint of disrespect I heard? I hate to break it to you, Moonwalk," And he was suddenly in her face, his eyes gleaming and only inches from her own, "But the pecking order here is pretty goddamn strict. It goes, you, dirt, worms, my s**t, me."
Yes, he may or may not have been attempting to goad her, see if she's snap and lash out at him. He'd like that. "Let's try that again, Lieutenant. You do whatever the hell your captain tells you to do, or you'll be the next thing Garbage Disposal slurps off the ground."
He would pause for a moment, tilting his head a little even as his eyes slid over her slightly blood-splattered face. "Do I make myself quite clear, Moonie?"
Boy, he hoped not.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 10:23 pm
Ah there it was...
that same temper that landed her in this mess to start with. She should have run, not that it would have helped, instead she'd stabbed the sonofabitch in the leg. He hadn't even been BOTHERED... but..
She was stronger now. Faster, she was a goddamned PREDATOR and she just beat someone's head into the god damned GROUND..
and ********.
She wondered what the policy was on cold cocking them or putting knee to nuts.
"Perish the thought -sir-... I'd just rather not be singing 'colors of the wind' again.... SIR." She said with particular emphasis on 'Sir' each time.
"Will this be a -favor- sir? Or will it be an -order- SIR."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:55 pm
Eeeeexcellent.
Moccasins saw it fit to mock him, and he would just stare into those dark eyes for a moment, and the thing that had polished off the remains of her victim grunted and shuffled in the darkness. It sensed trouble.
"I'm glad you asked, maggot." He'd respond easily enough. Then his fist lashed out, attempting to slam itself into the side of her face. She could avoid it, of course, but it would be far too hilarious if he managed to smash her good right off the get-go.
Hit or miss, the man would straighten up idly, pondering. "That was a favor."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:01 pm
The blow caught her, she turned with part of it but the initial impact still made her -teeth- rattle and her eyes water.
She could have kept standing, but she folded instead, trying to make it look like it had done its full work. Not that it hadn't done -enough- but for a moment she was back in 'the zone' where she wasn't thinking. Her dark eyes blazed as she turned back and attempted to slam him in the 'danglies' as her cousin Jacob liked to call them. He always was a bit of a prude.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:15 pm
She seemed to crumple, and he was just about to prowl around to her side when she drew back that skinny little arm of hers and smashed him right in the balls. His eyes went wide for a moment before, staggering, the man grit his teeth, lifted his arm high, and tried to crack his elbow harshly against her skull even as he sank to his knees as well. That was it. That was it. Chain of command, b***h, and she was gonna get to learn the hard way what it meant to disrespect someone higher up on the food chain.
He wondered how much s**t he'd get for accidentally murdering one of their own.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:22 pm
How oddly similar their trains of thought might have been if she weren't fighting with trying to stay in some manner of control rather than lashing out like a wild animal.
The Blow for her head was nearly on target, grazing down the side of her face and making her so glad she didn't wear earrings before it slammed -painfully- into her shoulder as he dropped.
Oh dear GOD she hit him in the balls... she was in SO much trouble she was so..
Enjoying this...
She actually laughed as she balled her fist into the strap on the mask drawing it tight to her knuckles on her 'good' side now as he'd jammed an elbow into the curve where arm and shoulder attached and left her other arm numb and needles.
"THANK you sir may I have ANOTHER!!!" She quipped with another small laugh as she tried to slam the mask home into his own shoulder to even the playing field.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:30 pm
The mask would clang harmlessly off the pauldron on his shoulder, and he snorted loudly even as his fingers made to snatch at that dark, thick hair of hers. Her hair, her clothes, her throat--whatever he could grab, he would snatch it and shake her firmly. "Think you and me need to go talk to the Queen if you're already ********' up this bad." It was practically a croon, and he tried to see if he couldn't send her sprawling. If so, he'd be on her in an instant, using his weight to both pin her and make it harder to breathe while his fingers crept towards her neck.
"Sure, though. Let me give you another before we go." Another croon, this one slightly louder, and unless she stopped him, he'd grab her and start to squeeze.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:45 pm
"Take THIS to the -QUEEN- She spat" as they grappled. Her trying to catch at his Paulderons, his own hair, fine and bright in her dark hands. Clawing for his eyes as they toppled. She grabbed for his hand as it crept for her neck, pulling it closer to her mouth. All she really wanted was a good bite at his pinky, preferably to try and bite it -OFF- as her current logic went.
Hell it even sounded tasty just then.
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