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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 10:02 pm
The nighttime was the time that you could go out and pass yourself off as a normal person by using the dim lights and the fact so few were out. Normal people who just did normal things. Like read books in the park, take walks down the streets, dress like they were going to an anime convention. You know 'normal things'.
Paris no longer considered himself as normal. It was hard to think of one's self in that manner when you could summon a human skull to your hand at any given moment and apparently had latent magical powers. No, he might read books in the park, walk down the streets, and dress like he was going to an anime convention and while normally that was all well and good, even at night? Nope. Summoning human skulls was not normal and it was creepy and no time was it ever going to be normal.
That was why Paris typically didn't do anything normal at night. Rather, he chose to hide on the roof tops of various places and pretend he was on the lookout for monsters. Monsters he could not fight, did not want to fight, and was pretty sure would kill him at any given moment. There wasn't a whole lot you could do with a human skull for a weapon after all.
Still, alone on top of a Starbucks roof he comforted himself on the fact that so long as nothing noticed him, he could pretend that this all was normal. As normal could be considered for him at any rate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 10:19 pm
It was unfortunate for Paris, then, that he wanted to go unnoticed. Loners sitting on rooftops always seemed to draw attention, especially when they wanted it least, and even more at night. The boy was honestly just asking for the shadowed figure to swoop down from the sky and land in rancorous chorus behind Paris, thunderclap stomps giving heed to his approach.
The shadow stood just meters away from Paris, breathing in through a mouth of angled and too sharp tusks, three red eyes boring down on the child on the rooftop. It said nothing, just breaths that sounded like a clogged ventilation shaft, furry face contorting in rage the longer it stood.
Finally, the youma let out a howl of fury and beat its massive chest with hairy knuckles - a battle cry, a challenge.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 10:24 pm
The presence of chaos went unnoticed by Paris for a good while. At least until something landed loudly behind him. He didn't want to turn around and look at first. He REALLY didn't. Yet with the roar, his head twisted just enough to catch sight of the monster.
"Oh."
His hands shook as he summon his skull, which in turn began to rattle with a few teeth loose in the upper jaw.
"Oh uh... Please don't eat me."
Paris was very much not normal. Not even when faced with monsters.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 10:48 pm
Nostrils flared and steamed at Paris and the sudden object in his hand, the sudden flare of Order hitting the youma's nostrils the way the scent of steak assaults the senses once dropped into a searing hot pan. The youma beat its hairy blue chest again, roaring through its mouthful of tusks, and charged straight for Paris.
One ham sized fist hit the boy in the chest, eliciting a roar and a snort. This would be easy prey, a good meal. Yes, the lonely boy now falling from the concrete roof would be just as good as steak.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 10:53 pm
Sent flying off the roof of the building with a startled cry, Paris was quite sure he was going to die. Very sure actually. Yet as he hit the ground, he grunted. One small benefit to being not normal- you could not break bones from that. Usually. But he was sure he had a very nice bruise on his back given how it throbbed.
Having landed and skull un damaged, he stood up, hands still shaking- until he threw the skull at the beast.
"Take that!"
Paris was not very impressive, even for someone not 'normal.'
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:04 pm
The youma was mildly annoyed when the skull hit it square in the chest, but shrugged the bone off after it bounced away, rattling teeth and all. Its chest fur was rustled, but not as much as the youma's jimmies.
It leaped down from to roof with another headache-making roar, charging Paris again, stopping just millimeters away from the boy's face and snorting in it, steam billowing into the face of the youma's next meal. Fear always made the meat more enjoyable, the gorilla like monster had found. It was the ketchup to Order's hamburger.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:10 pm
Thankfully, Paris could summon the skull back to him. Which he did. Only now, the skull no longer had loose teeth. It was a different person's skull.
It always was.
Still facing down the gorilla like monster, the knight looked for a better weapon. Unable to find one, he smashed the skull to the beast's head, watching in horror as the bone connected- then shattered into sharp pointed fragments.
Not good.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:18 pm
The gorilla youma howled in fury, swiping at its ugly face with meaty, uncoordinated hands, driving some of the bone shrapnel further into its skin. Little needles of bone dug their way in, setting its nerves on fire and making it angrier and angrier. It swatted wildly, an open handed haymaker, at the boy with the skull, the Order snack that did not smile back. The youma already only saw red, but to say it was seeing crimson now would be redundant.
Another howl sent slobber all over Paris, and the beast hunkered down on its knuckles as it seethed, suddenly silent, as if concentrating hard enough would force the shrapnel out of its face. It stood prone, distracted by the pain.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:21 pm
Hit again into a wall, there was a sharp fragment of bone that had fallen not far off. Seeing as how he had not other weapon at hand?
Paris grabbed it, and with a cry, jumped at the youma, digging the shard into it's throat.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 11:26 pm
The youma had always hated it when its meal fought back. Of course, the struggle made the meal tastier, but it was just such a hassle. Better to just drop in from behind, scare them, then consume. It never expected to not overcome struggling prey.
Yet, somehow, this one had been the prey to kill it. By some strange luck, the gorilla youma fell with a startled, gurgled cry, holding its throat as it turned to dust. Red eyes stared at Paris the entire time, hatred and shock mingling in their dimming brightness.
Then, after what seemed an eternity, they were gone.
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