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Post by Vapovile on Nov 7, 2017 10:24:28 GMT
Martha's advance toward Arachne was quickly stopped when a small thread extended out of Arachne's right index finger, wrapping around her left leg just above the ankle and whipping the doll through the basement door, sending her tumbling down the stairs. "Margaret, your turn." Arachne said to the old doll. "Yeah yeah, don't tell me what to do." Margaret grumbled as she leaped down the stairs. She kicked a nearby cabinet in front of the stairwell, letting it slam against the wall and block the way out. "Let's get pleasantries out of the way; I'm Margaret. I think my boss is a little shit, and you look like a skank. I don't care enough to fight you, so how about just saying I won and we can go back in a few minutes?" She said to the loud doll, dismissively looking away.
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Before Chelsea's sword could reach the invaders, her sword collides with a large metallic object that sends a loud 'clang' sound reverberating across the room. Kuromi stood towering over Chelsea, leaning against a shiny maroon chainsaw that had stopped the doll's blind sword slashes. The weapon was adorned with a small array of shiny white stones along its body, the blade itself having a pattern of black cobwebs etched into the flat parts. "My...I don't know you. But you can't hear me, can youuuuuuuuuu?" She raised her voice at the end to emphasize her question. When no response came, Kuromi grabbed the front of Chelsea's shirt and threw her through a nearby window and onto the grass outside. The gothic doll quickly leaps through the window herself, slowly walking toward Chelsea while holding the chainsaw. Kuromi motioned with her right hand toward her ear, pulling away, trying to indicate she wanted Chelsea to remove the headphones.
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Caroline watched as the imposing golem reached around the couch, her speed slow enough that the snake-like doll could sidestep away from the flick. "Marika made a golem...? That seems rather...uncharacteristic of her." Caroline remarked as she looked at the knife in her hands. Poison will be useless on a creature like this. "Hey Helen, can y-" Almost on cue, a loud crash could be heard as Helen threw Haven through the open door, the doll hitting the side of the door as he flew out. Helen followed him out with perfect posture to her stride. "...so not Helen. Janet...?" Looking across the room, Caroline could see Jane sprinting down the hallway with the tiny fairy doll flying behind, shooting small fireballs at the doll. "...and the muscle heads already ran off too. Weeell..."
Caroline looks at the golem with a small amount of disappointment. "Looks like I drew the short straw! Sorry about this." Holding her hand out, Caroline commands a nearby potted flower to grow its roots out and lash at Josefina, trying to wrap her legs together. While she commanded the roots, Caroline stepped forward and used her momentum to deliver a downward slash at Josefina's right wrist. Golems could regrow their limbs, right?
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 8, 2017 5:10:35 GMT
"Ow, ow, owowowow!" Martha bounced down the stairs hard and landed in an unceremonious heap at the bottom. She came up mad, stomping back up until Margaret stepped into her way. "Great, my boss is a shit too. What's a skank? Ah, never mind. I'll bust your face up and ask Haven later." A few flasks of chemicals on the work bench downstairs flew up at Margaret, trying to shatter in her face. Martha didn't hesitate a second in bringing her sneakers to bear, rushing up the steps and trying to punt Margaret into the ceiling.
Chelsea couldn't pull her weapon back in time for another swipe before she was defenestrated. She stood on the other side, shaking off glass shards. Oh well, there was more room to swing her sword out here. When Kuromi gestured for her to remove her earphones, she raised a single middle finger. She turned the offending hand around to lob a black fireball Kuromi's way. If Kuromi didn't display any ranged abilities, she would continue bombarding her with flames.
Josefina's wrist was too thick to go through with a single slash, although Caroline's dagger took out a crescent of dirt. Josefina made no noise at this, just standing. This simple act shoved over the couch. She advanced on Caroline, occasionally making even slower movements. It would soon become clear she was herding Caroline towards the doors. Clearly she believed she would have some sort of advantage outside.
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Post by Vapovile on Dec 16, 2017 23:40:43 GMT
When Martha kicked the chemical flasks toward Margaret, the glass objects became suspended in the air after sailing several seet and dropped harmlessly onto another table. Martha would also find that her legs would encounter a significant amount of resistance while running toward the old doll, almost as if she were running through syrup. Upon closer inspection, Martha would see that a small layer of grey dust had collected onto her legs. "You are going to bust my face up? No..." Before Martha could bring her leg up, Margret raised her own leg and tried to plant her kick Martha directly in the stomach, trying to send her flying back onto the floor. "I'll pummel you, kid!"
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Kuromi sidestepped away from the fireball Chelsea threw at her, being strangely nimble for someone holding a chainsaw. "Not going to listen to me...eh? How ruuuuuuuuuude." The gothic idol fake pouted. She gracefully swung her chainsaw to deflect two incoming fireballs, the flames disappearing harmlessly against the non-living matter. Once she got close enough, Kuromi stepped forward and tried to use her right leg to kick upward, aiming to knock Chelsea's headphones into the distance.
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"And just what are you doing...?" Caroline asked the golem as she walked backwards. Doors? Was this...thing trying to bring them into a more advantageous environment? Judging from the golem's structure...it must have Earth powers. And where this is Earth...there is usually plants. "Oh no, I'm being pushed around!" Caroline feigned horror as she turned toward one of the doors, flinging it open and leaning against the frame. Just a little closer...this change in environment will benefit herself as much as this golem.
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Post by HungryHunter on Dec 17, 2017 3:59:36 GMT
Martha felt like she was pushing through a brick wall. Not enough mass to stop her, but plenty to slow her down. She pushed harder, but it wasn't enough to get past Margret's attack. She looked down and saw the dust just before she was smashed back down the stairs. She crashed heavily through a desk and its contents tumbled down on her.
"Oh, Marika's going to love this..." Martha tossed aside a desk leg and tried to squeeze green fluid from her white coat to no avail. "Now I'm going to have to break your face even harder! But don't worry, I'm sure nobody will be able to tell under all those wrinkles!" Martha charged again, running on the wall to attempt tackling Margret from the side and slam her into the ground at the bottom of the basement.
Kuromi's deflection let the firefalls harmlessly explode on the grass, where they didn't burn a single blade. Kuromi advanced and Chelsea slashed with her long blade as the kick rose to smack off her headphones. Her brow furrowed when music vanished and she put a hand to her ears. "You bitch! Those are expensive!" She slashed again down at Kuromi's scalp. "Thin bone between life and death, black metal doth part thee. The meat of thought will scatter and think no more." She poetically grated with her attack.
Josefina committed to what would be a charge were she faster. She aimed to shove Caroline out the door, charging through the door that expanded to fit her whether she managed to carry Caroline with her or not. Out she stumbled into coarse sand and blistering sun. Around her was scrub and sage and more than one cactus, the mighty saguaro that towered to her height or even higher. She stomped and sand shot off the ground to head height all around her in an attempt to blind Caroline. She reached down and attempted to cup her foe in her hands and hold her harmlessly off the ground.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 3, 2018 6:46:36 GMT
Martha's crash into the stairs made several pieces of debris fly into the air, kicking up a small cloud of dust that Margaret quickly took control of. "And nobody will be able to tell when I break yours, because your face is so repulsive nobody wants to look at it!" Margaret yelled at the approaching doll. Strangely, Martha would feel her legs slowing down once more, now more dust clinging to her body. The dust coated her legs, making them look like a pair of grey pants she was wearing. The dust whipped upward before Martha could dive and suspended Martha in the air. "I have to give a little credit...I didn't expect you to be so stupid that you'd try the same trick twice!" She taunts, moving her arm down to send Marta crashing into the floor. Margaret would then raise her hands up and launch Martha toward the ceiling, trying to create more dust particles that she could manipulate.
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"My...apologies for your headphones." Kuromi taunted as she raised the chainsaw up to block Chelsea's blade. A wide smirk on her face began to form as a strange music track began to play from seemingly nowhere.
To Chelsea, she would see Kuromi's smile stretch into a cartoonish grin that stretched beyond her face. Kuromi's form then began to shift, becoming longer and abnormally lanky for her form. Her clothing became a long black gothic dress with deep crimson lace weaved through the front and along the bottom. Her mouth grew long fangs as her skin became more grey, looking more like a vampire than her regular appearance would suggest. "However...now you are in my world." Her voice echoed through the immediate area as the world itself seemed to change. The sky became pitch black, with stars that looked like they were part of a coloring book drawn onto the sky. The grass around them became dying grey stalks that almost resembles tiny decomposing hands reaching upward. The moon became blood red, shining down onto the wasteland below. Below the grey stalks, the ground looked like a quilted patchwork of grey and red fabric that spiraled out in different directions. Various red rose petals descended onto the ground as Kuromi looked over at Chelsea, now several feet away.
"Welcome! Now...how about you surrender and we can be on our way...?" Kuromi disappeared and reappeared directly behind Chelsea, her icy hands gripping the back of her neck. If the doll showed signs of resistance, Kuromi would tighten her grip and slam Chelsea down onto the ground neck-first and leap away.
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Caroline was shoved out in Josefina's charge, looking around at the desert around them casually. "I'm guessing by our environment, you control sand? Or maybe just earth in general? Ah well, it doesn't matter I suppose." The blistering heat of the desert was almost comforting, given that dolls don't have body heat and the warmth was pleasant for them. The sand Josefina kicked up made Caroline place her arm in front of her eyes to avoid being blinded. She was grabbed by the golem doll however, held in the air by her arms. The snake-like doll looked down at Josefina with amusement. "Aw...I get the feeling you don't want to hurt me. Really sorry that I have to do this." Instantly, Josefina would feel Caroline's skin building up at the edges of her hands, then escaping out of her grasp. Caroline then grabs onto the golem's arms and latched onto Josefina's back. "This won't hurt, I swear!" The cactuses in the area provided enough vegetation for Caroline to summon their roots under Josefina and begin to wrap around the golem's legs and arms. She just needed to take the doll down...hopefully the roots would hold.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 3, 2018 22:41:19 GMT
"Hey! What are you doing!?" Martha thrashed while she was lifted off the ground, but it was to no avail. She was slammed into the ground, then thrust back up to the ceiling without a moment to orient herself. Dust trickled down around her as she pried herself free from the ceiling's support beams and crashed back down. Her eyes crossed watching the particles float past and she realized what Margaret was doing. "Oh... crap." Martha looked at the dust clinging to her and cast about for a solution. She saw the remaining glass instruments and reached out to them. They flew from the table to attack Margaret's flank while Martha charged from the front again. She needed to cut Margaret apart quick or she'd be overwhelmed!
Chelsea had seen many album covers. She had bought posters depicting some of them. Right now, she felt like she had stepped into one. "Huh? What the fuck..." Sweat tickled her forehead as Kuromi's arms wrapped around her neck. "When- when I kill you it'll go back to normal!" Chelsea spun her sword in her hands and stabbed backwards, attempting to aim at Kuromi's gut. The attack was decidedly not as lethal as it could be. Chelsea's hands were trembling enough at the strangeness of this without trying to kill somebody.
Caroline felt like putty squishing between her fingers. It was a strange feeling when grabbing somebody, and a worrying one at that, but instead of pulping like she had feared, Caroline's arms were instead escaping. Josefina stared thought, then raised a foot. Before she could stomp and summon up a sand tomb, she was contained herself by the roots of the surrounding vegetation. She felt a jolt of fear for a second, flailing her limbs wildly and lurching forward to shred the roots. She desperately patted her body, finding to her relief that none of the roots had infiltrated her body. She hated that idea. So distracted was she with the thought that she didn't attack, just looking over and even reaching inside of her limbs to make sure they were root-free.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 13, 2018 11:59:15 GMT
The dust knocked off the ceiling floated down toward the ground, where Margaret took control of it and grew the shell of dust that coated Martha's body. "Would you just give up already? It's going to take me all day to crack that thick skull of yours." The old doll looked to where Martha was pointing and sent some of the dust over to coat the glass objects, beginning to suspend them in midair. However; her focus on Martha was broken, allowing the doll to run up and divert Margaret's attention once more. "So glass is your power, huh?" She remarked, controlling the dust coating Martha's legs to lift up once more and send her flying headfirst toward the tub on the far end of the room. Her diversion from stopping the glass led to a glass beaker smashing against the side of her skull, embedding a few small fragments inside. "Aaaaah! You little shit...just accept your loss already!" Margaret shouted, moving her hand to the left, them sharply to the right to slam Martha into the tub's wall once more.
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Chelsea's stab went straight through the spectral Kuromi's body, the blade meeting no resistance...as if Kuromi were made of air. "Aw...you want to kill me?" Kuromi's voice grew slightly deeper as she talked. "I wouldn't make such threats lightly, if I were you." Tightening her grip on Chelsea's neck, the gothic doll brings her arms down and slams the swordsman into the strange grass below. Strangely; Chelsea would feel the grass like it had always been in the real world, not the ominous decaying limbs reaching out of the ground that the grass appeared to be. The sound of a chainsaw revving up could be heard coming from multiple different sources, though they were all close. "Last chance! Do you give up yet? Or do I need to convince you a little more?" Kuromi's sadistic smile peered down at Chelsea as the slender gothic doll held the chainsaw menacingly above Chelsea's body.
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Caroline continued to cling to Josefina's back as she patted the roots away from her rocky body. So she is scared of the roots? "Hey, you seem to be a reasonable...person? Let's cut a deal!" Caroline jumped off Josefina's back and strolled around to face the golem doll. "I agree to not fight you, and you agree to listen to my boss. He'll treat you guys better than Marika, I'll tell you that much." Caroline tells Josefina. The doll let out a small sigh as she looked up at the blue sky above. Not like this fight even matters...this is just him showing off that he's better at making dolls than her. "Oh right...you don't know who I am. My name is Caroline. Erm...what is your name?" She asks. The snake-like doll kept on her guard through her interaction...not knowing if this doll was going to ignore the offer and continue to attack.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 14, 2018 2:00:26 GMT
Martha wailed in anger as she was thrown headlong as the tub set into the room's floor. With a thud, the ceramic cracked deeply, but Martha was trying to get up right away. She didn't manage to before Martha jerked the legs out from under her again and slammed her into the tub again. The wall was smashed away and Martha's skull battered the other end of the tub. She lay still for a moment, then shakily stood again.
"Thanks... now Marika can't blame me when I do this!" Martha was holding half her scalp to her head when she waved her hands and the shattered ceramic of the tub went flying for Margaret's head. Martha was waving unstably on her feet as she tried to approach Margaret again. Despite her lack of brain (not unique to Martha, dolls simply had no need for them), multiple blows to the head weren't good for anybody.
Chelsea let out a chocked gasp and stabbed desperately a few more times, but nothing came of it and she was slammed into the ground. Her sword went clattering away in the grass. She could feel it was normal, but it didn't take the panic from her heart. "I killed one of the most feared beings to walk the earth! I am Chelsea! Renowned and mighty swordsman!" She grabbed her sword and made a final, paniced lunge at Kuromi, trying to slice her blade across Kuromi's stomach as she passed her.
Josefina looked down at Caroline for a long moment, then held her dress up to sit crosslegged on the ground. She waved her hand over the ground and sand turned over in her palm's wake, forming her name from the darker sand beneath. She slowly, more slowly than usual for even her, extended a finger out at Caroline, stopping just within Caroline's arm reach.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 20, 2018 1:23:14 GMT
The sickening sound of Martha's head cracking against the ceramic tub made Margaret wince in pain, looking away for a second from the carnage. This momentary lapse in judgement allowed Martha a window of opportunity to shoot the shards of ceramic at Margaret. "Do I seriously have to turn you into paste?!" The old doll asked in anger as she begins to form a barrier of dust in front of herself. While most of the shards were stopped...one particularly large chunk slipped through a thin portion of the wall and embedded itself in Margaret's forehead, causing her to yell out in rage. "AAAAAAAAAAAGH! That's it, I'm done!" With a death glare pointed directly at Martha, she commands the dust around her legs to begin constricting. Margaret wanted to hear the bones in Martha's legs crack under the pressure...and then perhaps she'd let up once more.
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The sword passed harmlessly through Kuromi's lanky body, the gothic doll giving a small chuckle that could be heard over the revving chainsaw. "I am sure you are! Hopefully we can be friends after this." And with that, Kuromi lowers the chainsaw into Chelsea's stomach. The blades rip through her skin and make their way into the mostly hollow insides of the doll. Strangely...the golden soul string that binds Chelsea's limbs together latched onto the chainsaw's blade like a magnet and began to be pulled out, wrapping around the oval chainsaw blade neatly. Several seconds later, Chelsea's body would fall apart like a morbid lego project when the string was fully removed from her body. The music stopped playing, and the world soon returned back to its normal sunny state as Kuromi grabbed the string attached to her blade and gently removed it, holding it by two fingers in her left hand. Strangely...Kuromi was standing on the opposite side of Chelsea that she had appeared to be during their fight. "Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you too badly! Don't worry; I'll make sure someone puts you back together soon!" With a happy skip, Kuromi began to make her way back to the house.
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The strange gesture, Josefina extending her finger out toward Caroline, made the doll cock her head slightly to the right in confusion. "Josefina...huh? What are y...oh, I get it now!" She reached out with her right hand and shook, now realizing that the golem doll's hand was a little to large to shake with her own. "Nice to meet you! I guess you want to know what's going on, right?" Caroline took a deep breath, and continued. "Well...we are from the future. I'm a doll like your siblings, and I assume you are as well." Was it possible to make a doll out of rock? Was there flesh under all that rock surrounding her? "My boss is kind of crazy...and wants to meet your boss. If we just go back and say I won, I doubt he'd care that either of us aren't injured." She rolled her eyes at the last statement. What was the point of any of this? She know the answer; ego.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 20, 2018 7:48:38 GMT
"Oh, crap... I didn't want to kill her." Martha straightened up when she saw the ceramic chunk sink into Margaret's skull, but she drew back when the old woman didn't fall. "Wait... you're a doll!?" Her shock was compounded when the pressure began on her legs. She realized what was happening too late to do anything about it and her legs snapped in so many places they were shaped light lightning bolts. She dropped with a yelp, hitting the ground hard. Margaret wouldn't have much respite, as Martha immediately started dragging herself across the ground towards her enemy. "Gonna... fuck you up." She growled as her fingers dug into the concrete to drag her forth.
Chelsea screamed as the chainsaw tore into her, but quickly her voice failed when her thread was pulled away from her voice box and tongue. Chelsea didn't understand what happened as her senses vanished. Sight, and hearing went first, but within seconds touch on all her body was gone. Chelsea was in a senseless void. What had happened? Was she... dead? Was this a drug of some sort? Her mind scrambled for meaning and found none, only conjuring false feelings. Alone in her mind, Chelsea began to hallucinate.
Josefina rubbed her chin. She didn't really want to fight Caroline. She was small and rubbery and not strong and tough like she preferred to wrestle with, and she didn't seem like a threat to her sisters. An offer of peace was so rare yet so welcome. Josefina nodded and stood, gesturing for Caroline to go before her. She had to look like she had lost and was being lead.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 21, 2018 5:29:56 GMT
Martha's struggle dragging herself toward the old doll was a pitiful sight to behold. Margaret let out a large sigh and commanded the dust on Martha's legs to fly off and reattach around her arms, whereupon she lifted Martha off the ground. "Look...I don't like this either. But yeah, I'm a doll too. So can we just stop already? My boss told me to fight you, so I can't really stop. I'm sure you know hard it is to resist a command from those assholes." Margaret reached up and pulled the piece of ceramic out of her skull with a sickening scraping sound as it went past her skull, tossing the piece across the room. "Ya got some admirable heart, kid. Even if your fashion sense is that of a whore." She dismissively looked up at the ceiling after her insult. Hopefully with Martha hanging in the air like this, she'd either give up finally or just pass out.
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The door swung open as Kuromi skipped happily inside, holding the long golden string she had recovered from Chelsea's body. "I'm back! Did you miss me?" She asks Arachne, who was watching the beast that was Archie suplex Ash hard onto the ground, the impact finally knocking the narcissistic doll out. "Of course, Kuromi." His eyes narrowed when he saw the string she was holding. "Now what did I say about leaving dolls as string? It traumatizes them!" He gets up from his chair and takes the string from Kuromi, pulling a small plush doll out of his pocket and opening the stitching on the back with a knife. The doll had a strangely intricate design, being a light peach color clothed in a black dress, and having silky black hair. He quickly weaves Chelsea's soul string into the doll and hooks it up to the camera inside, allowing for both sight and hearing from the built-in microphone. The mouth was a simple stitched line, but the speaker inside would allow Chelsea to speak.
"Apologies for my assistant, she's never been just a string before." Arachne tells the tiny Chelsea doll. "Now, just sit back and wait for the dust to settle." And with that, Arachne places Chelsea on top of the table and sits back down, watching as the last of the fights wrapped up.
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"Huh...I'm surprised you're ok with this. Alright!" Caroline enthusiastically jogged past Josefina and through the Kaspa portal, shaking her head slightly when she saw the unconscious Ash being restrained by Archie. "Done with my fight!" Caroline announced cheerfully. She hated keeping up a mask of enthusiasm around this group. "Good work, as expected." Arachne commented, giving a small clap for the snake-like doll. When Josefina re-entered the room, Caroline would lean in to whisper in her ear. "Word of advice...don't try to help the others. They'll be fine."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 21, 2018 9:28:15 GMT
"I still don't know what that means! Put me down!" Martha continued to thrash even as she was lifted. Another doll? It didn't make any sense. Her head was swimming. Who could make dolls, and why would they attack them? Did Marika have relatives? Martha tried to gather information from deep in her mind, where Marika's memories lurked. She could only draw vague images from here. The basic school knowledge Marika knew, fuzzy images of her childhood. She seemed to remember there being others, but her already addled mind just spiraled into unconsciousness and she went stiff in Margaret's grip.
Chelsea gasped as light and sound returned to her world. "Alive! String? What?" Chlesea looked at her hands. She couldn't feel anything through her new plastic limbs. Am I still hallucinating? She wondered, looking up at Arachne. Just who was this guy? He looked familiar in an unpleasant way, like somebody who bullied you as a child too young to fully remember. "Who are you? What's going on!?" Chelsea despised the tinny voice that came from her body. It was pathetic.
Josefina shuffled behind Caroline, keeping her head low to feign a defeated look. She slightly nodded at Caroline's words and looked at the sisters that remained in the room. It seemed that they had all lost to these strangers. She wasn't going to take everybody herself, she figured. She didn't like to fight little things anyway. She just gently sat and looked at the row of doors on the other side of the room. Perhaps they would get answers when the others got home.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 22, 2018 18:13:20 GMT
Arachne watched as his dolls slowly reentered the room, all of them being victories in their fights, much to his delight. The next one to enter the room was Stitches, who now had a noticeable gash down the left side of her shirt. "I'm baaaaaack! Found a little kitty crawling around!" The patchwork doll crouches down slightly and tosses the unconscious Cally across the livingroom floor. Arachne cocked his head slightly at the sight of the doll. "Another one I don't recognize...huh?" His eyes passed over Cally, Raven, Josefina, and finally stopping at Chelsea. "Who am I, you ask?" Arachne asks in a sarcastic voice, noticing that Helen had quietly joined them now, with Margaret floating Martha's broken body up the stairs behind her. "Was kinda hoping more of you would be conscious for this, but I guess it can't be helped." He shrugged his shoulders slightly in disappointment. "I am humanity's new designer. You see...my friends and I come from a time not too far off from now. And in my world, I am regarded as a god! Millions of doll march on my command! But don't worry...I'm not here for conquest...just yet." Arachne's smile grew into a wide grin as he explained further. "You see...I'm just here for information. Information on who your master is, and what she's like. For you see...I did sort of know her a looooooong time ago. Have you guessed it yet? I'll give you a hint. Who am I, you asked earlier? You may call me...Arachne." He took pride in stating his own name to the audience that had gathered. Kuromi looked on with amusement, while Helen and Caroline were trying their best to feign interest.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 23, 2018 0:00:54 GMT
"You're our nephew!" Cassandra interrupted him. Chelsea stared him up and down in utter bafflement. That's why he looks familiar! Ew! Chelsea tried to wrinkle her nose at the thought of Marika having kids, but her stiff plastic face didn't obey. Marika was way too young to have kids! And that meant he was from the future... this was too weird. She kept trying to process it as her parts were collected and she was sewn back into her old body. She walked stiffly back into the living room and sat on the couch, looking around at all her new relatives. In the time since she was taken to Marika's room for her repairs, Martha had been heavily bound with thick rope and the rest of her sisters had woken up. Jane had been lead back in as well by the fairy who chased her off, now wearing a napkin while Arachne knitted her a new dress. They awkwardly sat in silence, each trying to process the revelation while Martha thrashed.
Finally, Yuu's kaspa door swung open and Marika angrily barged through holding Miles' hand, Robin slung over the following Yuu's shoulders. "-and I have to make a new key! I'm going to have her scrub every blade of grass on the lawn with a toothbrush! And then I'll-" Marika's ranting cut off abruptly when she saw Arachne and his crew before her. "Yuu, Miles! Kill them!" She drew her own scissors while Yuu set Robin down but made no further move. She just stared across those who stood before them. "Are you... her brother?" Yuu asked, noting Arachne's similarities to Marika herself and remembering Marika's mentions of her family before Yuu's creation.
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Post by Vapovile on Jan 27, 2018 7:27:33 GMT
"You care correct, my...observant friend?" Arachne looked Cassandra up and down, confused as to why she was wearing a blindfold. Why were there so many dolls here that he had no idea about? The only intel he had was that Marika had made three dolls early on in her career, then a set of 6 that were caricatures of people she hated. None of these dolls matched the description of the earlier ones besides maybe Chelsea...and the doll Caroline was based off of isn't present at all. He tried initiating conversation with a few of the dolls while he made Janet a new dress, the fairy gladly putting it back on. Eventually, Marika and her group had returned to find Arachne and the dolls sitting in their living room.
Arachne stood up once they entered, showing that he was significantly taller than both of them. "Well, that's not a polite way to greet a guest! To answer your question..." He looked directly at Yuu, who matched one of the original doll descriptions he was given. "...no, I am not her brother! But I am related. So how about you all calm down and we can have a little chat?" Arachne suggests, with Kuromi standing next to him to block anything they might do. "You barge into our house, and expect a nice chat? Maybe after I carve all the skin off your legs!" Miles shouts, kicking off the ground and swinging half a pair of scissor at Arachne's throat...but was kicked back toward the door by Kuromi. "Well if you don't want to talk...Yuu!" Arachne's voice rang out across the room like a megaphone. "Restrain the incubus." A wide smile spread across Arachne's face as he leaned back against the armrest of the chair he was previously sitting in.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jan 27, 2018 8:38:29 GMT
"Yeah Miles! Kick his ass!" Marika yelled, not noticing Yuu stiffening up beside her. Yuu's mind hadn't grasped what had just happened by the time she took off running for Miles. She realized the feeling as she closed in. He can command us like Marika... no... more than her! Yuu didn't have to obey Marika's orders like the others. It was never programmed into her. But he could still reach deep inside her and take control. She had enough free reign to decide how to take him, she realized. Her fingers wrapped around her sword's handle. She pulled it out with a swift motion.
The blunt end went for Miles' nose. She couldn't justify killing Miles here. And if her horrible thoughts about who this man was were accurate, he might destroy her for doing so. "Marika! Run! He can control dolls! Run! Before he orders another to catch you!" She tried to pin Miles to the wall and restrain him there. Her mind scrambled with terror at what was happening. Marika would be alone in the world, until... until what? What could Yuu do? She would be under this man's rule. Marika would just starve on the streets without her, wondering what happened to her mother. "Miles... let me win. For Marika." She hissed under her breath to the incubus.
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Post by Vapovile on Feb 2, 2018 1:01:04 GMT
Miles barely had time to react before his nose was smashed by Yuu's sword. A sickening crunching sound could be heard as blood began to pour out of his nostrils, Miles looking forward with a mixture of confusion and hatred. Why was she obeying him?! Yuu had never attacked him outright like this...so there were only two possibilities; either this man had some sort of mind control specific to dolls, or she was doing this willingly. Long claws began to grow from Miles's hands as he resisted Yuu's hold on him against the wall.
"Let you...win?" He muttered to her, his claws now fully formed. "You have either been compromised...or are faking it. Either way; you aren't fit to protect her!" With that, Miles reaches his hand up and sinks his claws into Yuu's arm, trying to get her to let go. He then thrusts his other clawed hand forward, trying to stab straight into Yuu's chest. Fighting a doll was always an issue...since they had far less points of weakness compared to a normal human. Arachne grinned when he saw that Miles was starting to fight back.
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 2, 2018 7:11:39 GMT
Yuu couldn't help the way her lips flickered up at their corners when Miles' nose was smashed. She pressed the advantage, pinning Miles to the wall with her full mass. A deep shame was spreading for enjoying that, but she couldn't help it. The spark of joy was gone when his claws pierced her skin and dug into her chest. She had to let go to defend herself, batting his hand away from her injured breast to throw a punch at the side of his head. Neither of them could use their more destructive powers here... dammit, was she weaker than him without her flames!? She hadn't faced him in a real fight! She had to fight dirty! Her knee rose in a move that made her mouth flicker again. Perhaps this attack would make Arachne vanish if she did it hard enough.
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Post by Vapovile on Feb 10, 2018 1:21:47 GMT
The punch Yuu aimed for Miles's head connected with a loud 'thud', sending the incubus reeling to the side. The brief moment he looked down let him see Yuu pulling her knee up, which showed Miles exactly what she was about to do and raised his own leg to deflect it. "You are going for cheap shots like that?! Pathetic, Yuu." He spat. Miles reached his clawed hand forward once more to try grabbing Yuu's left arm, attempting to use his body weight to twist it behind her back and pop the bone out of its socket. With his legs, Miles tries to kick Yuu's out from under her to divert her attention away from his attack on her arm. If he could get rid of one of her arms, dealing with the rest of this wretched woman would be simple!
While the two fought, Arachne looked over at Marika and smirked. "Enjoying the show? I sure am! Gotta say; I was surprised to see all these dolls that I never knew about in my time." He said, glancing at the dolls in the room. "Oh...and fair warning. Try to stop either of them, and I'll send one after you." He stated with another smirk. This was beyond amusing for the dictator.
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 10, 2018 5:26:44 GMT
Miles' speed let him duck behind Yuu, yanking her arm from its socket. She shrieked, turning too slowly to avoid getting her knees kicked out. She fell to her hands and knees, glaring behind her at Miles. She held one arm off the ground. It wouldn't support her weight until she fixed it later. This miserable incubus... she was going to lose! She could only throw a kick behind her, trying to push him into the crowd of dolls behind her, buying time to recover her position.
Marika anxiously bounced on the edge of the conflict, looking between the only people she loved. "How... you! Kill him! Tear his eyeballs out and make him eat them!" Marika pointed at the dolls around Arachne. They just blinked, some of them wincing. Martha just growled. "No... all of you too!? I hate you! I hate you more than anybody! I'll make a doll from your parts and burn it to death!" Marika whipped out her scissors and lunged at Arachne.
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