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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 28, 2015 17:10:11 GMT
Part 1: Love Letters
Christmas
Cosmina stumbled into the kaspa, crying so hard she was almost blind. Only her sonar kept her from crashing into things. She almost wished it wouldn't. She wanted to scream and cry and knock things over until somebody paid attention to her, asked her what was wrong, or maybe just what was wrong with her. She just needed somebody to tell her to calm down and hold her tight. Click. Her family was there, Marika's face twisted in rage, Yuu looking on with her customary cold, Marceline still as death and covered in sand, stiff on the floor. "Where were you?! Why's Marceline covered in sand and drunk on MY CARPET!? Where did you GET that?" Marika pointed at the box in Cosmina's hands, from which a pink coat sleeve jutted. "Why is Marcy all stinky!? Ewwwwww!" Cassandra offered her own question, futilely holding her nose.
"I went out looking for her. I found her outside a bar and told her to go home. I bought a coat because you know Marceline. I was expecting her to be naked." "Ew." Cassandra offered again. "You two were supposed to be here!" Marika actually seemed upset at their lack of presence. Odd for her. Yuu was behind this for sure. "We were going to have fun as a family, and you two RUINED IT!" Marika's fingers twiched, and if she wasn't in pajamas, Cosmina would suspect she was about to pull out her scissors and end her right then and there. Still, she shrunk back from the mad girl, horrified at what she might do. "And what the hell's on your shirt? Keep yourself fucking clean!" Marika shoved Cosmina back, snatching the something off her shoulder. "Marika, that's enough. Calm down." Yuu stepped in, but Marika was far more interested in the black hair she had picked up now. "Who's... is this?" She seemed fuzzy and confused. Cassandra leaned in a little with evident interest. "Smells pretty!"
"You lied to me, Cosmina." She seemed calm, like the eye of a hurricane. "And as punishment, we're making a new project. We're going to kill the bastard that THIS WHORE FUCKED, and MAKE HIM MINE!" She gave Marceline a kick and strode off to her room, swiftly looking dreamy again. Yuu followed, only to find the door slammed in her face. "Marika?" For once, she showed something other than warmth or nothing, eyes widened in shock. Marika never locked her out. Cosmina collapsed next to Marceline on the floor. Marceline was right. Why did she have to be right? Cosmina should never have hung out with Haruko, because now she was getting John killed.
Valentine's Day
Johnathon Chandler adjusted his tie in the mirror, whistling tunelessly. In place of cologne, he was simply not covering up his natural scent. He reached for his phone, hoping to make an important call. No bounties for him today. Just as he grabbed the phone, he was interrupted by a heavy thump from outside. "Catligula! What are you doing?" He stepped out of his bedroom and glanced into the living room. Instead of a mischievous cat, he saw a teenage girl in pink, covered dust from the wall she just punched through. "Marceline... what are you... look, whatever this is about, we can talk." Marceline winced and lunged forward. John caught her arm and slung her to the ground with a judo flip. "Marceline, what-" An explosion threw him on top of her. He struggled away as she tried to grab him, dancing back for distance. Glancing for the source of the attack from behind, he saw Cosmina at the busted wall, strangers behind her. "Cosmina! You don't have to do this!" He couldn't hear his own words, but her could read her lips. "I do." There were tears in her eyes. Before he could ask anything, a hand grasped his ankle and the pain in his ears became like spiny balloons expanding within them. He howled in agony before mercifully collapsing.
Haruko's House
A little girl popped out of nowhere. She held a short, simple letter. It read in small, neat letters: Cosmina. We took John. We're sorry. We're in the kaspa. Hurry. She'll kill him when she finds what she wants. Use this to get in. Just hold it and will the kaspa open. A small, white key was attached with tape. The paper was dotted with tears. A tiny hand moved to knock on the door, then retreated. No, she needed to make sure Haruko noticed. Her horns vibrated, and the next second the door was blown off its hinges with a resounding boom. She tossed the letter through the empty doorway and fled to a girl hiding around the corner. "Gogogogo!" "You're done?" The blindfolded redhead tilted her head. "Yes, the prank was fun, just take me back!" "Don't yell." Cassandra pouted, but she picked up her sister and took a single step forward anyway. They were gone.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 28, 2015 17:46:58 GMT
Haruko stood in her closet, shifting through the hundreds of dresses that hung up along the sides. "Maybe blue and white would look nice...or perhaps this red and gold one...but this black one looks great t-" Suddenly, her thoughts were cut off by the a loud booming noise. She rushed downstairs immediately to find that her door had been thrown off it's hinges and now was resting in the middle of her living room. Thinking this is a robbery, Haruko draws five knives from her pockets and begins scanning the area for any ki signatures. Kate was away for the day, so there shouldn't be any signatures in her house...and there weren't any. Curiously, there weren't any signatures that appeared to be running away from her house either...as if they ran away at high speeds. But why would someone just kick her door in and run away?
Looking at the doorway...she found a small piece of paper with a key attached to it. Haruko picked up the letter and read it, her jaw dropping in a matter of seconds. How...why...what was going on?! Why was this piece of paper dotted with water marks, but more importantly, why did they take him?! It must have something to do with that person Cosmina had mentioned on Christmas, the one who made it so neither of them could see Haruko again. So this key gets me in...but I'm not sure if it is a trap or not. And they said they plan to kill him?! I need help with this NOW!
Taking out her cell phone, Haruko peers over her contact list. Ah, right there at the top, Arthur could help! She presses his number and calls him, waiting for the ice mage to pick up. "Hello, Arthur? We have a situation here! Some psychopath has kidnapped John, and I need help against these people. Could you be over here, like, now? Please?"
Once her call to Arthur ended, she remembers that Chase seemed to be really friendly with Marceline on Christmas. Maybe he knows something about this. Dialing his number as well, Haruko explains the situation to him and asks if Chase could perhaps help them with the rescue mission.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 28, 2015 17:55:22 GMT
In a random forest area somewhere... Chase finds himself standing in a middle of a forest with nothing on, but a pair of worn out brown pants and holding a beautiful sword in his right hand. He relaxes himself taking slow breaths as the sunlight hits his shirtless body and long hair. Having been spending the last few months training, he hasn't bother to get a hair cut, and now his hair is way past his shoulders. Near Chase, is a few hills full of trees, and on one of those hill, sits a big man with a big beard and a big smile on his face. This man was none other than Chase's master, Osamu, who has been spending the past few months training his student in various locations. The man stares at Chase, ready to see the results of his training with his most latest tool and skills.
Chase closes his eyes, and grips the handle of the blade slightly tighter, yet still retains a relaxing demeanor about himself. He slowly brings the sword to the middle of his body with the tip of the blade pointing down, until it was perfectly center with his own body. Then, he move his free hand to the handle of the blade, and grabs it with his left hand. He opens his eyes and stares down at the blade, which now feels like a part of Chase's body as much as his arm or leg. Chase lifts the blade over his head in a quick, yet very graceful motion, until the blade comes to a skillful stop. Chase keeps the blade above his head a few seconds before he begins to channel his spirit energy into the blade, which actives the soul of the weapon, and its powers begin to flow. At once the sword burns bright with bright flames, and the flames even spread from the sword to cover Chase and a small area around him, yet the flames didn't even damage the smallest blade of grass one bit.Taking a few more seconds, Chase inhales one more time and exhales, then he turns the blade in his hand, until the edge of the blade points towards the direction of the ground. The flames around Chase's body, move towards the edge of his sword, until the blade glows intense red. Chase looks forward and swings his sword down, as soon as the blade went into motion, the concentrated flames at the edge of the blade erupt into a wave of fire that goes in all directions, turning all the trees around him to a pile of ashes upon contact. Eventually the flames shot upward, with the height of the flames being significantly taller than the surrounding trees. Chase studies his surroundings, looking at all the flames dancing around him. Eventually, all the flames begin to move towards him, being absorbed into his sword once more. After the last of the flames disappear into his blade, Osamu shows up. "It seems like you finally learn how to use that sword, Chase." Looking first at his weapon, then his master, he says, "At least good enough to help me in a fight now" he said. Suddenly, Chase's phone begins to ring. Osamu's face turns a bit serious when he says, "Chase, you need to focus on your training still. Your not yet ready to explore the spirit world." Chase looks at his mentor for a bit before he answers his phone.After a few minutes on the phone..."Alright, I'm on my way." said Chase as he finishes his call.Haruko's House-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Chase walks up to the previously intact front door and rings the doorbell. He was dressed in his usual gear, with the only notable difference about Chase's appearance was his long hair and his very short beard, but besides that Haruko would be able to recognize him just fine. Chase looks at the door, remembering the last time he was here, and how he felt about the experience. He hated the thought of coming here at first, but his feelings about the event did a 180 when he met Marceline. Chase usually doesn't really remember his one night stands, but there was just something about Marceline that was unforgettable for Chase. Chase for the life of him couldn't remember the last time he thought of someone in the same way as he did for Marceline. Chase couldn't define this feeling, but he was somewhat curious about it. But for right now, Chase was going to help Haruko and not think about anything else.
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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 28, 2015 17:56:34 GMT
"I'll be right there." Arthur told Haruko and ended the call. He got up from his comfy armchair and stretched. "Now if only I could remember who the hell John is. Eh, I'll find out soon enough." He talked to himself while changing out of his casual clothes.
Now in his usual attire consisting of black jeans, coat and tie over a white shirt, Arthur used a bit of his time powers and found himself sitting on Haruko's couch just as she finished talking to Chase.
"Johnny's been kidnapped, you say? Well that's just terrible, Ruko. How about you fill me in while I take care of this mess." He got up and snapped his fingers. The door and debris left by the dolls started moving back into place so that they were all in working order by the time Chase arrived.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 28, 2015 17:58:50 GMT
A thin beast with powerful wings dove from above, landing lightly on the path to Haruko's house. Huntsman was here on business. His wings folded into a coat and he yelled at the door. "Hey, your boyfriend's missing and there was a hole in his wall. The hot vampire maid wanted me to check that out." A friends of John's had called Wild Hunt when she found the mess at John's place. Huntsman had been sent out and found Marceline's scent. Swallower had suggested seeking out Haruko, as she knew both John and the dolls, and Huntsman had reluctantly agreed.
"Hey Chase! What are you doing here?" He gleefully bounded next to his friend, just noticing the blonde man's presence by the door.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 28, 2015 18:01:51 GMT
Right on cue, Arthur and Chase had made their way to her house in no time. Oddly enough, they were joined by Huntsman, a person whom Haruko was rather suspicious of after his actions with her sister, and the confrontation he had at her party. But right now, she'd take all the help she could get. Turning to Arthur, Haruko lowers an eyebrow at him.
"Ruko? You're missing the Ha there, Frosty. But to catch everyone up to speed, I just got a letter from Cosmina, a little girl with green hair whom you may have seen at the Christmas party, saying that they kidnapped my boyfriend John. He is a bounty hunter, so it sounds like there was a struggle if Huntsman is right about the hole in the wall. And they plan to kill him after they find...something! The letter wasn't very clear. The thing is...she was apologizing in the letter...so I think her and Marceline are being forced to do this. So if we run into them and they attack us...just don't kill them please."
Looking at the Kaspa key, she continues. "This key will bring us directly to where he is being held...but we may be walking into a trap. Are you all ready?" She asks, opening Marika's Kaspa.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 28, 2015 18:03:24 GMT
Chase gives the Huntsman a slight nod, and says, "I'm here to help solve a problem." Chase hasn't seen the Huntsman for a while now, which Chase just realizes upon seeing him once again. Haruko opens the door for the two of them, and they walked in together. He went ahead and makes his way to the kitchen, where he finds a decent size bottle of beer in the fridge, which he opens with the tip of his thumb. And ss he is drinking, he pays extremely close attention to Haruko's words, yet Chase didn't appear to care in the slightest, if someone was to gauge his curiosity about the John matter by his physical reactions. The only sign that would have revealed Chase's genuine interest, was when Haruko takes about Marceline's role in John's kidnapping, and one of his fingers twitches a bit upon hearing her name being mention. Again, Chase couldn't stop himself from picturing her and their limited time together for some reason.
To most observers, who were looking at Chase at the time when his eye closes, they would have thought he had simply blink. Yet, in actuality, this was just how quick it took the alcohol lover to regain his mental composition. For Chase, all he did was to close his eyes long enough to clear his mind of any distractions and aim his focus back at the matter at hand. Once he was no longer thinking about Marceline, Chase goes back into the room and sits down on the couch with a new beer bottle in one hand, and a few more bottles in the other hand. Chase had just entered the room as Haruko was asking if they were ready.
"Well, I got some bottles of beer on me right now, so I'm pretty much as ready as I'm going to be."
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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 28, 2015 18:05:25 GMT
Of course Arthur remembered Cosmina. He remembered her very well. Needless to say, "You've got nothing to worry about there, Ruko. I don't kill minors. Anyway," He clapped his hands, "let's get going before they kill John."
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 28, 2015 18:06:15 GMT
Huntsman glowered when asked not to kill the dolls, but only shrugged. "Whatever." He slipped to Chase's side, making sure they were together in whatever place they went to. He was glad Swallower was asleep, because he would be even worse. Always with the stop murdering kids, don't pull heads off of guys you don't like, holy crap don't eat that, blah, blah, blah. "Let's just go. We seem to be on a strict time budget."
As Haruko opened the kaspa, he darted inside recklessly. Luckily for him, there were no traps, but they did seem to be expected. The opening room looked like a living room, or at least what used to be one. A few couches were tipped precariously on the rugged floor, and an old tube tv sat on a tv cabinet. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all cracked and bent at odd angles, like a giant had grabbed them from the outside and twisted them into a desired shape. At the other side of the room was a wall that bend in the middle, making two sections that partially faced each other. The left side was painted green. Something red was splattered above the door, spelling out the word LIAR. The other side was pink, with black letters in cursive spelling out WHORE. "Well, I know which side I want. Come on, Chase." He lunged for the door on the pink side dragging Chase with him.
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She sat in the dark on a high shelf. The hordes shifted below her in the blind maze. She could see it all, even with eyes full of dark and tears.
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She lay on the bed, swallowed by pink. The wooden weapon dangled in her hand. She didn't breathe, and no heart beat within her chest. The dead girl only lived to kill now
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 28, 2015 18:13:33 GMT
"Wait a second you t-" And just like that, Huntsman and Chase were gone, around into the section labeled 'WHORE'. Peering at the two sections, it became quite clear which sections were dedicated to whom. One of the was painted green and had the word 'LIAR' written over it, possibly referring to Cosmina and how she warned Haruko. The other must be referring to Marceline, with it's pink color and vulgar insult towards the doll. Huntsman and Chase should be enough to bring down Marceline, so her and Arthur should take the other path and save Cosmina from her captors.
"Hey Arthur...I have a feeling we should take the other path and let those two deal with Marceline. Cosmina can shoot out sonic waves, so be careful, alright?" Haruko warns, beginning to walk towards the green section and into the unknown. Just what was this Kaspa, and who owned it? Normally only seamstresses owned Kaspas, yet this was unlike she'd ever seen. Could it be possible that the one controlling Cosmina and Marceline is...a seamstress themselves?
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 28, 2015 18:14:39 GMT
Chase teleports in the room as he was about to finish another bottle, yet he doesn't get a chance to examine the room, before the Huntsman grabs him, and moves towards the door with the pink paint around it. In his rush, the Huntsman almost causes Chase to drop one of his alcoholic beverages, which causes him to get a tiny bit annoyed with the dangerous monster. "Hey Watch It!" But the Huntsman doesn't bother to listen, so he just sighs to himself, and pops open another bottle to drink as his friend drags him across the room.
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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 28, 2015 18:15:46 GMT
The location they arrived at was certainly interesting. Whoever made this place was neither an architect nor an interior designer, that's for sure. Though for Arthur, more confusing then the geometry of the room were definitely the two ominous doors. And of course, rather then decide what to do as a group, Huntsman chose to be Fred and split up the gang. And so the warrior and the druid went looking for the whore, leaving the rogue and the mage to look for the liar. Good thing Arthur multiclassed as a warrior.
"I'm not sure how you know Cosmina's this way. She didn't seem like a liar to me, but I'll take your word for it. Anyway, I'll take point, you make sure nothing sneaks up on us from behind." The frost mage walked in front of Haruko as they passed through the door.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 28, 2015 18:18:39 GMT
Behind the door was only pitch black. The moment Arthur entered the darkness a wave of sound came barreling out of the darkness to pummel his intestines to paste. "I'm sorry! I don't want to!" A voice made weak and sloppy by tears followed. "I can't give yo-u any more h-help. She said not to. But p-p-please don't k-kill me." The voice vanished in more sobs as another sonic attack flew for Haruko's kidneys. When the door was suddenly slammed behind them, it became horribly clear that the little girl was not alone in the room, and neither were they. Dozens of mindless hands swung scissors, cold bodies not reacting to pain and danger, just endlessly reaching and grabbing and cutting in the dark, the little girl crying because she could see it all. ___ "Watch what?" Huntsman asked as he ripped open the door and drug Chase into the room. It looked like a bedroom that had been stretched out. The carpet was a pastel yellow, covering an expanse like a football field, but apparently it was stretched too far, because it tore in the middle, revealing a gap that seemed bottomless. On their side, a few colorful stuffed animals were scattered, with a small dresser tilted over, a number of objects, ranging from normal to inappropriate for others to see, spilling out the drawers. Included in the clothing were little ziplock bags and needles, along with a tool of pleasure less illicit but no less embarrassing to be laid out. But the room's inhabitant, draped over the bed on the other side of the room, didn't seem to care. The bed was surprisingly fancy, with pink sheets and gossamer purple curtains hanging around it. A plump purple teddy bear fell off as Marceline rolled off. "Man, imagine her living in a place like this. Almost seems like a punishment for this foul thing." "No. It's my choice." Marceline groaned. She looked wide awake and half dead at the same time. A pink version of a maid costume, crumpled like she had slept in it, clad her body. Her hair was cut from its huge springs. She had clearly taken a great deal of effort to make sure it covered her missing eye- evidently her eyepatch had been taken. A bat dangled in her hands, magical runes granting it the durability to be used by a superhuman. "The only rebellion she let me get away with. She wanted black, and I chose pink. It hurts to remember why..." She blearily held her head. She was clearly on something from one of the bags in her dresser. "I didn't come for your life story." Huntsman snarled. "Come on Chase. Let's take her out of her misery." He twisted into a position like a cougar and sprung for her neck. |
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 28, 2015 18:19:25 GMT
Once inside the room, Chase starts to picture this being a mix between a horror movie and 50 Shades of Grey. "Starting to think that the word Addict might be a more fitting term for the inhabitant of this room." he said as he finishes his last bottle. If someone was to explore Chase's own living quarters, they would need to be careful to avoid knocking over the mountain of empty glass bottles. He looks around a bit and takes a few steps forward, before he stops and stares at the person on the bed before the Huntsman charges towards her.
Even if she looked different, he knew it was Marceline pretty much as soon as he saw her. She looked like she took a few too many of whatever she took, most likely from one of the bags near her body. Chase usually would stare at a person soul to understand the situation, but this time he didn't need his supernatural senses to grasp what he was seeing in front of him. There was also a certain feeling that he was currently experiencing upon looking at her like this. Pity perhaps? Maybe even a bit of sadness? No. That wasn't it. This feeling was burning.
Suddenly a powerful thought bumps into Chase's mind, which causes him immense mental pain. As he falls to the ground with his eyes close. The picture going through his mind, was the image of him killing Marceline. The image continues to play over and over again in his mind, and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. Soon a voice, which sounds exactly like Chase's but much much more sinister and dark, begins to whisper in timing with the image of him dealing the final attack. Kill Her! Kill Her! Over and over again, he would see this and hear the words again and again. After what felt like forever, Chase finally opens his eyes to see himself falling. Quickly he takes a step forward to regain his balance.
To those watching, they would just think that Chase had just taken an awkward and unbalance step towards Marceline, but for Chase he knew exactly what he experience. Chase slowly looks at his own arm, where the Chaos brand is located on him, before he looks back at Marceline. Chase didn't knew what he should do in this situation, he was feeling an unnatural amount of bloodlust right now for some reason. Still, he wasn't planning on letting the Huntsman handle Marceline alone. "Man, you don't like to wait for anyone." said Chase before he transforms into his regular full body equipment, with the only difference being that he was using Kagutsuchi (fire sword). Chase doesn't active Kagutsuchi's power, but he does make his way to Marceline's position, just not as fast as the Huntsman's eager charge into conflict.
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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 28, 2015 18:20:29 GMT
The sonic wave came out of nowhere. Despite Haruko's warning, Arthur didn't expect it. It pummeled his insides until they bled. The only reason his intestines weren't mush by this point was the mana strengthening his body. And it still hurt a lot. But Arthur was still alive even if he was on all fours.
"Ha. Haha. We don't need your help." Arthur got up from the floor, gripping his stomach. The pain subsided as the healing spell he cast took effect.
The soul gem inside Arthur started working to make up for the lack of visibility in the arena. His eyesight worsened but it did not matter in this darkness. His sense of smell improved greatly, he could even smell the fear and sadness coming from Cosmina. His hearing also improved, but was that a blessing or a curse in a fight with one who used sonic attacks, only time would tell.
Also, to assist Haruko, Arthur threw an orb of light at her which started floating above her head, shining upon the bodies around her.
"Instead..." Ice shards struck the surrounding puppets with enough force to force them back. "We will help you get out of this prison." He started slashing his way through the dead bodies, guided by the green-haired puppet's smell.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 28, 2015 18:22:38 GMT
Immediately after watching Arthur get hit by a sonic attack, Haruko anticipates an attack directed at herself and attempts to dive out of the way...but isn't fast enough and the wave slams against her right leg, tearing a few of the muscles and fracturing the bone slightly. Muffling her cries of pain, the seamstress observes the situation.
The area is surrounded by what appear to be mindless zombies, with Cosmina running around somewhere in the darkness launching sonic attacks at them. If they were going to get anywhere, they needed some light. Time to start the show.
Grabbing the gemstone attached to her necklace, Haruko disappears into a bright ray of light, and reappears soon after in her magical girl form. She quickly casts a healing spell upon her broken leg to move freely once more, and turns her attention towards the room.
"Three!" Suddenly, a large red spotlight appears on the ground, lighting up a section of the room in red light. "Two!" Just like the first one, another spotlight appears on the ground, this time in a dark blue color. Strangely though, anything that stood under this light would feel themselves becoming noticeably slower than normal. "One!" FInally, a yellow spotlight appeared on herself, assisting the orb that Arthur had given her. With these three spotlights, both of them could see much more of the room than they could previously.
Moonwalking her way out of range of a few dolls, Haruko adjusts her headset and takes out a microphone stand, twirling it like a staff before slamming it into the chests of multiple dolls, sending them flying backwards. "Cosmina! Go into a spotlight if you can hear me! We can help you!" She calls out, swatting away another doll with her mic stand. Sensing the emotions of people in the room, Haruko begins to glide toward the location of Cosmina, guided by the blue aura of sadness she saw in the darkness.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 28, 2015 18:23:18 GMT
The dolls struck by the ice shards were knocked back, but unharmed. Some started walking with a limp or lost use of their arms when a string was severed, but the mindless things kept coming. With the light shining on them, it was clear they were all female, every piece flawless but the combined wholes often strange and unbalanced. All were dressed in purple maid's clothing. "I can't! I-I can't m-ooove." Her voice collapsed into another sob. Cosmina was dimly lit, a shadow on a high shelf. If the lighting was better, it would be horribly obvious that she was bolted to it through her legs. The wounds lacked blood, but the holes in her leggings revealed torn grey flesh.
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Huntsman dug sharp teeth into Marceline's neck before she slammed the handle of her bat into his temple, caving it in. Another few blows broke his whole head apart and he staggered away while he tried to reform it. Marceline's voice was even raspier now and she had a whistle, but the jagged wounds and broken teeth in her neck didn't seem to hinder her or even bleed. "I don't have a choice... but you I don't mind killing." He paused at those words and she smashed him into the ground. After a few more blows, she turned from his bleeding body to Chase. She blinked her bleary eye a few times as her hand held her head again. She seemed to be in more pain now. "You... do I know you?" Her confusion didn't seem to slow her bat swing as she flicked it upwards towards his cheek.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Mar 28, 2015 18:24:02 GMT
"I would hope so." Chase said through his helmet. He only removes his helmet, so that Marceline could get a good look at his face. Even with the addition of his long hair and Marceline being on drugs, he hope his face would be too unforgettable for her, so that she could realize who was standing in front of her. Still, he wasn't about to let her smash him in the face. Chase quickly blocks with his shield, yet the force causes his feet to slide across the ground a bit and as he moves back, he unleashes his chains at her bat. The chains are attempting to wrap around her bat and pull at an angle that will hopefully force both her arms to raise above her head and to get her off balance. Then Chase will step in and try to shove Marceline right back on the bed, which he plans to follow up by landing on top of her with his knee on her stomach
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Post by TimePuppy on Mar 28, 2015 18:25:41 GMT
"Stunned by our heroic awesomeness? Well then, guess we'll just have to come to you." Two ice wings appeared on Arthur's back. A single flap propelled him into the air at an incredible speed and created enough wind to knock away the surrounding puppets. As he rocketed towards Cosmina's scent, he stayed vigilant in case she used any more sonic blasts.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 28, 2015 18:31:31 GMT
Having followed the blue sadness wavelength, Haruko flies up the shelf stops just below the section Cosmina was bolted to. With a swift kick upward, Haruko shatters the shelf above her, sending shards of wood down upon the ground. Quickly, she spots Cosmina falling to the ground below while still attached to two pieces of the destroyed shelf, and wraps her legs around the doll's waist, grabbing her horns tightly with her hands. If Haruko could stop Cosmina's horns from vibrating, she should be completely harmless. "Gotcha!" She exclaims, floating both them up upward until they sat on a shelf directly below the destroyed one. Haruko continued to restrain the doll with her legs and hands, making sure she was completely harmless.
"It's ok Cosmina, we got you now. You're safe. Hey Arthur, can you freeze her horns until we manage to get her some help?" Haruko asks, noticing that Arthur was fast approaching. She glanced down at the mindless dolls below, not feeling any emotions from them at all. Were these all actual zombies...or are they some kind of Frankenstein's Monster creations...?
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