The stairwell was as twisted as the heart of the girl who made it, following a long wall then turning sharply into the space of the vast basement. On a raised platform, a single table lay barren and covered in dust, former contents now in one of two tubs of ice. The other was empty, awaiting its first offering. The source lay strapped to another surgery table, bound spread eagle at the ankles and wrists. His clothing, minus only his hat, lay neatly folded on a shelf across from the stairs. Two guns lay atop it, barrels crossed. His tanned skin was open to the scalpel, ready for a few more scars. Marika had her back turned to him, laying out the tools for this surgery. It was quick but delicate to remove eyes.
Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 7, 2015 5:28:56 GMT
Enter the Spider’s Web
When a fly finds itself caught in the hungry spider’s web it has two choices. One it can choice to give into its fate and wait till the spider comes along and devours it without even putting up a fight. Or two it can fight, struggle, and strive to defy its fate tearing the spider’s web apart so no other fly will end up in its wicked trap.
Nausea, disorientation, lethargic, and dazed were just a few of the things Crow felt as the world slowly came back to him. He was complete unware of his environment and for a brief moment he was unaware of who he was. The only thing he could recall from the past several hours (at least he thought it was hours, it could have been days, weeks, or longer) was total blackness. Trying to remember made Crow’s head scream in pain and as he went to reach for it the horror of his situation came to him he couldn’t move his arms or for that matter his legs. As much as Crow wanted to open his eyes he felt like the light would be too much and he it would blind him. However with his eyes tightly shut his others senses were slightly heighten not much more though thanks to his corruption of his NE back in Osaka. He felt the cold metal of the operating table back on his bare flesh, he could smell medical alcohol, dust, and disinfectants all around him, and he heard the sound medal instruments rubbing against each other. Again the horror of his situation struck him he seemed to be in some crude operating room and he was strapped to an operating table.
The Last Gunslinger tried to remember how he ended up here again but he could only remember blackness and once again felt the screaming pain, putting the vague pieces together Crow felt like he may have been drugged no not necessarily drugged poisoned was more like it. It was apparently a very potent poison to knock the Rail-gun out for this long but the poisoner miscalculated on one thing because of Crow’s electrical abilities he had a slightly faster metabolism which broke down the poison faster. But how and by who was an entirely another question. Crow opened his cobalt eyes to slits and saw the silhouette of the person at the other table. He couldn’t really tell if they were male or female, young or old, but he knew for sure they were unlikely friend. The horror of this situation was very real for Crow he was a fly caught in a hungry spider web, however unfortunately for this spider this fly would not accept his fate. The Bounty Hunter may still be reeling from the side effects of the poison but he knew he had to stay calm and wait for his moment to escape.
The little girl turned from the tool table and began screwing in the unpleasant looking eye-opening devices, little pincers meant to keep the eyelids out of the way. She hummed along to the song playing in her headphones. Dancing a little, she kissed Crow's eyelid before getting the device in place. She moved to adjust it just right, but before she could open Crow's eyes, her good cheer vanished. There was a heavy thud right next to the table as a much bigger grey woman landed, carrying a nettle plant for no apparent reason. "Aw, you brought me a present! You really shouldn't have unwrapped it for me though." Marika glared and waved her scalpel at Patches. "He's not yours! Don't you get that crap on his eyes!"
Patches pouted. "Aw, but I love ruining eyes... I'll settle for this!" She gleefully tossed the stinging nettle onto Crow's privates and skipped up the stairs giggling. "FUCK YOU, PATCHES! I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU APART WHEN I'M DONE HERE!" Marika screamed and threw her scalpel before stomping upstairs to get herself gloves so she could safely remove the nettle, leaving Crow alone.
Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 10, 2015 4:42:01 GMT
Pain over Patience
It didn’t take long after his captor to leave the room for Crow go into a frenzy from the brutal agony of the nettle plant on his crouch. The worst part was the Gunslinger was attempting to remain as quiet as possible as to not to get his captor’s to come back. Using his electrical NE manipulation Crow charged his muscles to yank one hand free of the restraints, unfortunately not without some strain, and immediately tossed the needle plant against the wall. “Ow ow ow ow ow ow! Fucking bitch! Who just drops a damn needle plant on a man’s jewels! Ow ow ow ow! Damn it I will be feeling that one for a fucking week…at least a week!” The Last Gunslinger then quickly made work of freeing himself from the other restraints before jumping off the table. The cowboy spent a few minutes gingerly trying to make sure he didn’t have any more of the plant’s pain inducing needles on his crouch still but unfortunately it felt like they were still whether were or weren’t.
Once the close encounter with a needle plant of an unwanted kind was settled Crow took in his surroundings completely. He was still unsure was he was but he was now certain it was a crude operating room. Examining the equipment and thinking about the words of his captor before she left sent a shiver down the Gunslinger back his captor was after one thing (or perhaps two things) and they were his highly trained eyes. A new sense of awareness came to Crow as the situation became graver he had to escape wherever he was at all costs. Crow made his way to the table where he clothes were and smirked slightly. It only took a few minutes for the Rail-gun to dress once he was though he fit his cowboy themed to near perfection. Since his battles in Osaka and Cave had ruin the jacket he commissioned from the Seamstress Guild he had since commission a new set of clothes from the magical seamstresses especially Haruko.
The Gunslinger now wore a maroon poncho made from magically enchanched thread, the edge of the poncho had a gold repeating triangle design it also bore a gold tribal eagle design, over a black vest and tan button down shirt. Crow wore dark brown jeans, brown leather gloves, and along with his cowboy boots along with a gun belt connected to a holster on his hip. With a playful twirl on his finger Crow spun Quicksilver, his signature revolver, before placing it in its holster. He then picked up the second revolver it was one he gain in Kobe from a mercenary he beat down. The heavy revolver War Iron, which was capable of firing powerful explosive bullets. He placed the revolver into its holster smirking then went to touch his cowboy hat….Crow eyes widen as he realized he was missing a crucial part of his outfit. “WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAMN HAT?!”
Crow's hat rested atop a young girl's head. "Pew pew!" Her opponent cried, making finger guns and diving behind the couch Yuu was relaxing on in her loose robe. "Bang bang!" The blind girl wearing the hat retorted, following Martha's movements through sound. She tried to get up and chase her, but tripped and fell on the blanket she was using as a poncho. Yuu smiled at the girls having fun and continued her book, snuggling closer to the tiny girl cuddling next to her, reading her own comic. If only it could always be like this. No murder, no new dolls. Just a happy family loving one another. If only she could get the others out of their rooms. Especially Marika. She didn't even know what she was doing without her... The sounds from above carried through the door to the basement parallel to Yuu's couch, easily heard to anyone below.
Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 15, 2015 5:30:57 GMT
The Cowboy Hat Hunt
CRACK! A little bit of blood dripped from Crow’s knuckles as electricity surging along his arm, his fist embedded in the wall, as he fumed over the loss of his beloved cowboy hat. “What the hell is wrong with these heartlessmonsters? It’s one thing to poison, kidnap, strip, tie a man down to an operating table in order to remove his eyes for whatever sick fetish you may have…But you NEVER take a cowboy’s hat! I will show them all 9 circles of hell and 7 layers of purgatory.” The Gunslinger tried to calm himself as he removed a small pack of what appeared to be cigarettes from a pocket in the vest. “After all what am I without my hat? I look like a weirdo in a poncho without my hat.” One might to shock to see Crow put a cigarette in his mouth but it wasn’t as it seemed he was not about to smoke a normal cigarette it was a special hand rolled smoke that held a few Native American (NE rich plants) to help with his weaken NE manipulation. However these were a weak temporary fix to an increasingly permanent problem. Using some small sparks of electricity Crow let the cigarette and inhaled and exhaled coughing a bit. “God I’m never going to get use that.”
The Rail-gun took a quick check of what he had on him in terms of ammo unfortunately it wasn’t very much. While it he enough ammo for Quicksilver for one or two fights War Iron required a larger caliber ammo for the heavier gun and he only had a hand of them on him. In terms of the special Alchemic Bullets he had Toni make him he barely had any. “No Ammo, no cowboy hat, no idea where the hell I am let alone who kidnapped me? As Gramps would say I'm really up the creek with no paddle, a hole in the bullet, and lead shoes. Wait the voices from earlier one of them may have sounded familiar.” The Gunslinger thought back to the voices of the girls from earlier one of them did seem familiar but he couldn’t remember in fact thinking about anything made his head hurt, a side effect the poison they used on him. The bounty hunter groaned in pain as he continued smoking his herbal cigarette. “Okay first thing first I can’t stay in here waiting. I need to escape from this place…with my damn hat.” The cowboy made his way up the steps to the door the girls from earlier used and gently pushed it open with one hand while the other stayed near Quicksilver. The cowboy hat two objectives get his cowboy hat and get the hell out of this place…in that order.
"Argh, you got me!" The girl in the cowboy hat fell to her ground, holding her flat chest. The blind girl giggled as she skipped over. "Yay! My hat!" She reached to take Crow's hat off her sister's head, but found her arm grabbed. "Gotcha! Now I'm gonna get you with my Bowie knife!" "No goblin knife! Eeee!" She descended into giggles again and wrestled her sister on the rug. When the door creaked open, Yuu was the first to look his way. The instant she saw somebody she didn't recognize, she lunged to her feet, knocking an unfortunate Jane off the couch with her.
She reached for the box of knives on her back, but it wasn't there. She was still in her loose robe that barely even covered her breasts. She mumbled and tried to cover herself more with it for a second before looking back at Crow. "I'm sorry. Doors are that way. Run before she gets back. You have no fight here." Martha jumped to her feet, eyes squeezed in a glare, looking like deadly shards of ice. She tilted Crow's hat down to make them even more threatening. Jane just crawled under the couch, crying with terror.
Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 16, 2015 5:35:54 GMT
The Cowboy Hat Hunt (Part II)
Opening the door from the operating room Crow was shocked to see now a new room filled with even worst horrors like a bunch of corpses hanging from hooks in the ceiling. Instead he found a room filled with young girls playing around like they were enjoying some easy Saturday off. He muttered under his breath, “What in the seven hells is going on here? Did I just walk into some frat girl party…who like to poison men and remove their eyes?” The Last Gunslinger relaxed a little even as one of the girls spoke to him. However something seemed off in his vision the colors he was seeing started to swirl and mix together and he realized why it was one of the side effects from the smoke in his mouth. He took a mental note of blend he used in it. The cowboy rubbed his eyes calming down to stopped the nauseating effect. “You are right about one thing sister I don’t have a fight here. Fighting little girls isn’t my style so just point me in the direction of the exit and I will be on my merry way.” Crow took notice of the one staring daggers at him and recognize what was on her head his anger flared again but he inhaled his cigarette. “That….cowboy….hat…belongs….to…me. And I want it back….now.”
The Rail-gun quickly made an assessment of the room these girls seemed as threatening as a couple of kittens in a box as his Gramps would put it. Should things get ugly Crow was pretty confident that he could handle himself so he took several steps forward towards the one with his hat, she seemed familiar in a weird way but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “I want to correct you about something earlier. YOU have no fight here. Especially not with me. So I suggest you just give me my damn hat back and then kindly show me the door.” Crow stuck his hand out for his cowboy hat a serious glare in his eyes but once again the colors in his vision starting to swirl and blend into a nauseating effect he only hoped the girls would give him his hat back without a fight.
Yuu looked with a worried eyes when Crow approached Martha. The way anger punctuated his words made her tears flow. Martha glared right into his eyes. "Are you threatening my family!?" She barked, her voice harsh and explosively loud. "Martha..." Yuu's voice was full of warning. Martha growled and tossed Crow the hat. "I'll break your limbs and toss you in a lake if you hurt any of my sisters!" She gave a last threat before Marika turned the corner, hands now clad in gloves. "Wha-" Martha shoved Crow around the corner. "Pick any door, just get the fuck out!" She spun and threw her blanket poncho over Marika's head.
Just around the corner was an entry room with a huge line of shoes, seemingly belonging to everybody in the house. The room was gigantic, all to house its wall of doors, all different colors. Purple with red trim, black, lavender, sky blue, orange, green, ice blue, and finally grey. No indication of what was beyond, no time to check. Crow just had to pick and go.
Post by Colt of Personality on Nov 24, 2015 3:25:44 GMT
The Green Door
The Gunslinger wasn’t exactly sure what was going he wasn’t sure if these girls were afraid of him, if they wanted him captive, or if they actually just wanted him to leave however if it was the later Crow was more than happy to take it. He took his beloved cowboy hat back before sliding it over his head then looked up to see the rooms of doors. The girl who had pushed him out to here said just pick a door and leave. But with so many doors it was more than likely at least one of these doors was a trap if not all of them. “What is with this place it gets weirder and weirder around each turn? From the creepy basement operating room to some girls playing cowboy and Indians, not a room with many different doors. Also what is the point with painting each door a different color wouldn’t changing the insides of each room be good enough. Whatever I need to get out of here before those girls change their mind on letting me go.” The Rail-gun not really caring about what the different color of the doors meant choice one at random, it was actually the green door. Crow had one hand near Quicksilver as he pushed open the door expect some type of trap to spring out at him.
Marika screamed in rage and threw the blanket off, running after Crow. She heard a door slam just before she rounded the corner and stopped to stare. Where had he gone? Which door did he pick!? "ALL YOU IDIOTS, GET IN HERE!" She shrieked loud enough for everybody in the house to hear, summoning all the dolls to her side. "Everybody go through your door and look for a fucker with brilliant blue eyes! He dresses like a cowboy! Kill him when you see him, but bring me his head quick so I can get his eyes! MOVE!" She dove out of her door, and the others were compelled to also move in a wave of cold flesh, chasing the gunslinger wherever he went. And Cadence took the green door.
Out of the hallway, two newer dolls came rushing in, a muscular girl with bright orange hair arriving first with a victory pose. A purple haired doll arrived right behind her, this doll being oddly androgynous...wearing a simple pair of black shorts with a chain attached to it's pockets, and a tight sleeveless purple shirt over his slightly less muscular body. The previous girl wore a much more revealing outfit, consisting of a bright orange tank top and miniskirt combo that made her stand out like a Christmas tree in the middle of the night. The girl in orange was much more eager to be there than the purple haired one, beaming at the prospect of chasing after someone. "I'm going after a cowboy?! Awesome! I want his horse when I am done!" And with that, Ash rushes through her orange colored door, not waiting for anyone to tell her to leave.
Shaking his head, Haven began to walk toward her own door. Man...why did I not have my headphones on? I was working on a new song, and now I have to track down another person that probably doesn't deserve this. Stepping into the purple door, Haven begins to look around the back alley next to the concert hall he DJ'd at last night. There didn't seem to be anyone here...maybe she lucked out and the guy chose a different door.
Back in the Kaspa, a short green-haired doll dressed in a elegant white and green dress, styled in a traditional Eastern design that went down to her ankles, walked out of the Kaspa's green house. The doll was easily the shortest of the group, only being 4 foot 9 inches tall. Oddly enough, she did have a noticeably larger chest than Martha or Jane. She had short, shiny light green hair that went down to her neck and flared out along the sides of her head, and a strange lack of shoes on her feet. The doll stared blankly at her door, holding her pipe in her hands, which had not been lit yet. Without a word, she stepped through the door and onto the other side.
On the other side of Cadence's door was a beautiful densely wooded forest with an array of multicolored flowers covering the forest floor as far as the eye can see, their primary colors being white, yellow, pink and light green. As Cadence appeared on the scene, she scanned the area around her...soon finding a person that vaguely matched the description Marika gave her. Summoning a giant root out of the ground at waist level, Cadence sits down on it and makes the root move in front of Crow, Cadence now holding her pipe in her hands once more. Lighting a match against a nearby rock, Cadence places the flaming tip into the pipe and takes a few puffs of the white smoke that began rising out of the device. Her piercing yellow fox-like eyes stared at Crow with a blank expression, showing no sign of malice at all. "...you're a cowboy?" She asks, still not fully clear on what a cowboy was.
Post by Colt of Personality on Dec 9, 2015 4:09:40 GMT
The First Doll: The Forest of Cadence
The more and more Crow wandered through this building the more confused he became nothing seemed to make sense anymore. He journeyed from one room to another and couldn’t believe this was all one place. After traveling through the green door Crow was shock to see not an exit but a literal forest in this building. Multicolored foliage as far as the eye could see laid before him however despite being similar in a forest Crow sensed little to no Natural Energy in the environment but he wasn’t sure if that was because of his current predicament or if it spook to the nature of this environment. Rustling from within the forest drew Crow out of his train of thought and brought him back to be cautious.
He went to draw his revolver and fire at the moving roots of the forest but at that moment his vision became affected from the medical cigarettes he was smoking causing all the various colors of the flowers to blend together. The Last Gunslinger nearly doubled over and throw up but maintain his composure enough to notice the girl sitting on the root before him smoking a pipe. The girl seemed particular and reminded him of the others from the other room, were they all sisters he wondered. Despite the piercing fox like eyes she did not seem threatening…yet…so he choice to reply and converse instead of fight. “Yeah I guess one could call me a cowboy. My name is Crow Cementerio, but the correct term for me would be Gunslinger though. What’s your name little lady?” Crow felt slightly better now as he kept his hands up in a typical non-threatening gesture. “Listen I rather not fight you or any other your sisters. It’s against my code to fight against a girl so I rather you just point me to the correct exit. But first could you answer some questions like where am I? Why was I brought here? Who are all you girls running around this place?” As the Lighting Revolver cobalt eyes met with the fox like yellow of the girl’s he couldn’t help but feel he seen her before he blacked out but suddenly he felt painful headache return along with his blurring vision and nausea.
Looking almost disappointed at Crow's reply, Cadence snuffs out the flame in her pipe and places it back into her dress pocket, muttering something under her breath to the effect of 'damn'. "...I'm Cadence. The ones you saw were my sisters. Not the one with the glasses, though." Strangely, Cadence showed a hint of anger as she mentioned that last sentence. Around the area the two were occupying, the trees began to bend and grow, forming long wooden tendrils that began to link with other trees, beginning to form a makeshift wall around the Cadence and Crow. Cadence herself showed no indication of manipulating the plants, though her previous manipulation of the roots she sat on shouldn't be too difficult to piece together.
"...for why you are here...I don't know. And I don't care. I wouldn't bother going after you if I had a say." While the trees around them continued to form a wall of branches, Cadence's own root she sat on began to grow upward, molding themselves into a large wooden throne-like chair with the top part growing a small collection of pink, blue and yellow flower petals. She sat in the chair lazily, still staring at Crow with a blank look on her face.
"...waste of time...this whole thing..." Finally compelled to follow the orders to 'bring back the cowboy', Cadence flicks her hand upward and causes two tree-trunk sized roots to spring out of the ground to the sides of Crow and try to sprout tendrils to tangle Crow up so he couldn't run away.
Post by Colt of Personality on Jan 2, 2016 4:54:11 GMT
The First Doll: The Forest of Cadence (Part II)
The Gunslinger found it difficult to focus on what the girl in the forest was saying from the panful headache and nausea it also didn’t help that Cadence was completely manipulating the environment to form her own throne. The various shifting shapes and colors only added to Crow’s nausea. However it was able to understand that the doll didn’t really want anything to do with this. The headache and nausea fading just enough for Crow to notice the incoming tree trunk like roots, it seemed that while Cadence didn’t want to do this she had her orders, suddenly electrical NE sparked around Crow and tore through the roots destroying them this little display of NE was one of the few things he could still do. The Rail-gun then vanished from the spot and reappeared just to the right of Cadence on her throne. The Super Charged Cowboy had his revolver out and aimed at her. “You say that you rather not do this right? Well trust me I rather not have to spend the whole day fighting a bunch of girls and women. Unfortunately the world we live in is filled with things we rather not do.”
Despite acing his gun drawn on the young women, the gun had no ammo in it, it was a merely a threat the Gunslinger only hoped she didn’t see through it. His voice was calm and collected while his eyes were glowed slightly with the power of a brewing storm. “Listen Cadence I don’t want to hurt you or your sisters if you haven’t realize yet it’s against my code to fight women and children. But when I feel my life is threaten I will not hesitate to draw my gun. We can prevent that from happening right now if you just help me escape. I said world is filled with things we rather not do, but what matters the most if how we deal with the moments. We can choice to do what we know is right in our heart or we can just to do what we think is right in our heads. So Cadence I ask you what will you do with this moment?"
Frowning at Crow once he finished talking, Cadence looks at him with an icy cold stare with her fox-like eyes. "...it's against your code to fight women and children...? A bunch of girls and women...? How...patronizing..." Suddenly, the throne shot into the air, carried up by a large network of vines that put Cadence directly above Crow. She looked down at him, still with the bored look on her face, but with a slight frown now. "...underestimating someone based on their gender will get you killed. Besides...it doesn't matter if I want to fight or not. But..." As she said that last word, the forest floor began to erupt with activity. The trees along the edge of the clearing sprouted thousands of large spikes the size of a length of a human arm, and seemed to be dripping with a mysterious red sap. Inside the clearing, a web of thick green vines with dagger-length red spikes began to grow out of the bottom of Cadence's throne, cracking against the air like a whip while Cadence looked down at her opponent.
"...so...your turn. What will you do with this moment...cowboy?"
Post by Colt of Personality on Jan 22, 2016 0:16:23 GMT
Thorns and Bullets
The Gunslinger watched with a hawk like eyes and a look on his face that grew more and more serious. It seemed that the plant manipulator was none too happy with Crow’s comment regarding women and children. “Man when did chivalry become an insult, I was just being polite I was saying you were weak.” Despite the Gunslingers light hearted comment his eyes showed how serious he was about this situation especially when they met with the bored fox like ones of Cadence. The Plant Queen clearly had no interest in wanting to fight Crow and she was being forced to do this, however did this make Crow question who could possibly be giving the orders here. The Doll of Thorns towered over him in her throne, it would but a lie to say he wasn’t a bit intimated, Crow quickly loaded Quicksilver with one of the few Alchemic bullets that he had on him. “Unfortunately it seems that both of our hands are being forced here. Just know that whatever happens it not personal but I will rather keep my own eyes in my skull.”
Without another word the Rail-gun fired the Alchemic bullet he loaded at the ground the bullet. The bullet was a Cloud bullet releasing a grayish white cloud of smoke that covered the area around Crow while he disappeared into it. Using the smoke as a clever cover to hide from the thrashing vines of Cadence, the Gunslinger began to move around with swift movements all around firing at the Fox Eyed Doll from nearly all directions. The bounty hunter strategy was simple on paper yet vastly difficult to complete in action, he needed to keep his distance from the vines and thorns of Cadence and wait for an opening to close in and deal with her up close. However he how to make each shot count with a low ammo count Crow couldn’t eagerly waste bullets and resources.
Crow's logic for calling her weak was puzzling to Cadence. How was calling someone weak ever considered polite? Did Crow live in some communist culture where strength was frowned upon, so calling each other weak was considered a compliment, because everyone was supposed to be weak? Filing this train of thought away for the future, Cadence stared blankly at Crow's smoke screen...her eyes slowly moving back and forth, scanning the area that Crow could be hiding in. She saw a brief flash of light, followed by a loud noise...and a sudden pain in her side. Looking down, the plant manipulator saw that there was a now a small hole there, with a noticeable electric shock having gone through her body as it passed through. Normally an injury like this would induce much more pain and blood loss...but Cadence's body was unique. First of all; her body was primarily made out of plant matter, so there wasn't much in the way of blood on the wound site, and the plant matter is a much less effective conductor of electricity than flesh. And secondly, the smoke that Cadence inhales regularly in her pipe has an effective numbing property that dulls Cadence's pain receptors, and her tactile senses in general.
Realizing that Crow's weapon shot electrified metal at high speeds, Cadence immediately began to move her chair around the battlefield on it's supports, trying to dodge more of Crow's strikes. However, a stray bullet manages to rip through her right shoulder, tearing off Cadence's right arm and sending it into a nearby tree. There was only a momentary wince of pain from Cadence...before she brought her arm back over on a vine and reattached the roots, making it look as good as new after changing the pigments at the very end. Now...it was time to go on the offensive. In addition to the thrashing vines trying to strike Crow, Cadence began to uproot some of the underground roots, creating multiple small bumps that would be prime for the speedy crow to trip over. Her plan was to trip the gunslinger, then take the momentary period of pause to strike with three of her vines.
Post by Colt of Personality on Feb 11, 2016 2:36:19 GMT
Thorns and Bullets (Part II)
The Gunslinger was slightly shocked that Cadence not only showed little to no reaction to being shot the first time but also barely registered having her arm shot off then fixing herself. The Supercharged Cowboy mumbled under his breath, “Great not only can she keep me at a range with these vines she can also absorb a lot of damage without worrying about pain.” However Crow couldn’t help but notice that the whole time Cadence held the same bored look in her eyes. The Doll of Thorns was completely and utterly bored with this task before her. This only made the Gunslinger question who exactly was ordering Cadence he had to pry more unfortunately the smoke screen he had created also hidden the roots that the Doll had (for lack of a better word) uprooted. “Let me ask you something Miss Cadence if this is so boring why not just leave it be? Are you possibly afraid of whoever is running the sh….aaaahhhhh” Before Crow could continue his foot hit a root that spent him tumbling completely out of the smoke rolling around the ground. The agile sharpshooter managed to get back to his feet only to see the thorny vines come thrashing towards him. The Last Gunslinger took aim with Quicksilver to sever the vines with a few bullets but just as he pulled the triggered his vision abruptly turned to a blur of colors. Quicksilver’s bullets went wild with only one severing one of the vines meanwhile the other two strike Crow violently across the arm and chest.
The one vine cut a nice gash along Crow’s right forearm (his gun hand) the other created several smaller cuts along his chest the force of the vines knock the Gunslinger to the ground where he lay there for a moment. Crow vision turned from nauseating blurs to perfectly fine again and again in a matter of seconds. The Rail-gun wasn’t necessary hurt but the effects of the cigarettes he has to use work disrupting his greatest assets of a Gunslinger his eye sight. Crow slowly got back to his feet as he seemingly returned to normal it seemed like he may need to hasten the pace of this battle. This meant he would doing something he really couldn’t rely on. Arcs of lightning NE began to form around Crow building towards his arm and hand. While the medical cigarettes were a means of focusing his NE powers they were still weakening and it took more stamina out of him than normal but he had to deal with Cadence quickly. “Anyway as I was saying earlier but I got all tripped up. Who are you working under that has you doing something that gets you so bored? Speaking of which you may be bored but I’m just getting super charged!” Suddenly with a burst of electrically enhanced speed which left small sparks of static along the ground where his feet made contact he was behind the Thorn Dolls chair with a smirk on his face. “By the way I know that super charged line was cheesy but it may just give me an opening to this! Flecha!” Crow fired a blast of electrical energy from his hand like a spear aimed at the vines that elevated Cadence chair. He wanted to throw her off balance so that he could follow up with a second attack. Crow would exploded off the ground as much as he could and aim to deliver a knee into Cadence hopefully knocking her off her throne.
Cadence stared blankly as Crow began speaking to her, a miniscule smile forming on her face for a second once he tripped, but then went back to staring blankly again. Once he began to focus his natural energy, however, she began to analyse his increase in power. The energy seemed to be focused on his arm and hand...so perhaps that will be where he strikes from. Before she could reply, Crow disappeared once again and reappeared behind her chair...why even ask her that question in the first place?
The vines under Cadence's chair severed, sending the throne falling back toward the ground. Crow was just behind her body...why would he only target the supports? Not taking any chances, Cadence began to summon vines around herself...but it was too late. Crow's knee landed squarely in her chest, cracking a few ribs under the pressure and sending the doll flying off the chair and into the ground below. For a few seconds, Cadence merely lay there, showing no indication of being hurt at all, before lazily standing back up. Despite the internal damage done by the kick, Cadence could barely feel any of it due to her numbed pain receptors. "...huh...you're holding back. Why...? But as for whom I am working for...can't say...want to...hm..." As she spoke, Cadence continued to analyse Crow's fighting style. He seemed to be able to increase his power temporarily with that energy in his arm, and fire it off in bullets with that pistol of his. But even with his speed...he didn't have her durability.
Out of the ground, a large network of roots began to grow around Cadence's body and wrap themselves around her limbs and torso with hard wooden branches. After a few seconds, Cadence was lifted up a few feet into the air, and continued to grow her wooden armor network that twisted into a large wooden golem the size of a 2 door car, with thick wooden plating being grown around its chest area and would eventually move onto it's arms and legs. The golem had two hulking arms and legs, but lacked any kind of a head on the top. From the inside of the golem, Cadence's voice could be heard still. "...also...this isn't about fear...but physiology...I'm not human." And with that, the golem's arm lashes forward and tries to grab Crow in its hulking hands, extending by growing as it traveled toward Crow. If he decided to dodge, Cadence would split the other arm out into 5 spikes and try to trap him in the air.