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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 7, 2016 6:47:09 GMT
The meet spot was a lonely playground in cloudy England. The rusted merry-go-round was empty, the swings didn't swing, and the slide was still wet from last night's rain, as the young woman wished she had known before sitting on it. The young woman in the soggy shorts was the newest client of the Wild Hunt, and three hours ago, she had arranged a meeting with one of their hunters. They were supposed to be here soon, but Martha was not used to waiting. She jumped off the slide and stretched her bulky legs before she darted around the playground as she had five times waiting for the coming hunter.
The email she had sent was convincing, contained in its entirety now in the Amai's phone. It had no grasp of grammar or basic writing skills, but it included pictures stolen from the target's own camera, showing selfies with ruined corpses, a grin always pasted on her filthy face. Eve had sent Amai to meet with the client to collect her payment and be directed to the target. She had orders to kill this Patches and burn the body. An image of the client was included for identification- a pale Caucasian woman with spiked white hair, exposed abs with a thick scar horizontally over them, and thighs thicker than an ogre's neck. She also had a highly visible scar on one cheek. Funnily enough, the image had been provided by Eve, not the client. Apparently they had some history.
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Post by Iris on Jul 7, 2016 7:02:52 GMT
Condensation built up on the windows of the sleek black car, the driver silently zooming through the misty streets while their passenger looked at herself in the compact mirror from her purse. Tracing a scarlet red tube of lipstick across her lips, Amai looked slightly grumpy at being given such a grotesque task; the one she had to kill looked absolutely disgusting, she didn't want anything to do with them and Eve knew perfectly well how Amai fought; faintly, her lips turned in a frown. Kissing this target would be unpleasant for the both of them.
Having made their way to the meeting place, Amai thanked the driver, giving him a kiss on the cheek that left his skin stained, causing the man to crumple in his seat as if he'd fainted. The motion left his glasses fallen from his face, dazed eyes staring into nothing while she departed from the vehicle.
When she appeared on the playground, it was gaudy and grandiose. As always, Amai never dressed appropriately for the situation. Wearing a thin, glittering black dress that rose high along her thighs, a deep v-cut down the chest to expose the lace of her undergarments beneath, and a large, bright yellow feather boa, Amai looked more ready to party than anything else! Her pink eyes stopped on the darting figure and she made her way towards one of the benches, leaning her hip against the structure instead of sitting and ruining her clothing. "Oh my, aren't you fast.~" She spoke loudly enough to gather her client's attention, a playful smirk along her lips while she twirled her finger gently along the mass of curls she'd tossed over her shoulder. "I believe you're who I'm looking for, yes?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 8, 2016 3:59:02 GMT
Martha turned to face Amai, showing the scars on her cheek and the abs exposed by her open jacket and sports bra. "Only if you're Amai." Martha looked at the woman before her with some suspicion. She was unphased by her outfit, but she was expecting somebody with more muscles. And guns. She felt the money in her back pocket, now damp. She'd be glad to be rid of it like she was glad to smash that camera she had taken the images from. It was dirty. Tainted by its source. But it was going to a good cause.
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Post by Iris on Jul 8, 2016 7:47:19 GMT
The sight of Martha was a delight for Amai; her tastes were always wide and varying, but she always particularly liked the more bulkier ones. "Oh darling, you can call me whatever you'd like." Folding her arms beneath her large and overtly exposed chest, Amai made her way to stand more prominently before Martha, the faintest whisps of pink smoke drifting from her mouth before she attempted to control herself. "Before we talk any further, I'll have to ask for payment. Eve would be upset with me if I went off and had fun without assuring I got paid first.~" She held a hand out, eyes glittering with delight as she gave Martha a similar treatment to the time she had with Eve, scraping her eyes across her entire body blatantly before making eye contact again. "And we can definitely talk further after this.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 8, 2016 17:30:08 GMT
Martha just blinked at what the weird woman said. Why would Martha not just call her Amai? Maybe she had a nickname. "Ugh, Eve. She'll do anything for money... but I guess I can't complain today." She retrieved the damp money from her back pocket and held it out for Amai to take. The way Amai looked at her made her uncomfortable. Why was she staring like that? Martha felt gross from the eyes on her, becoming vastly more aware of her scars, the hair that graced her legs and belly, and her utter lack of chest. She shuffled her jacket a bit tighter, covering up more.
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Post by Iris on Jul 8, 2016 18:40:34 GMT
"Now now." Amai gave a soft click of her tongue in a scolding manner as Martha mildly bad-mouthed Eve, her eyes faintly glowing from the phrase. "I won't have you bad-mouthing her in front of me." Thankfully, her mood immediately lifted and her eyes returned to their normal, pink hue once the money was offered; it was more like Amai would do just about anything for money. The currency of the human world had always brought her limitless joy and more. Relieving Martha's metaphorically heavy burden from her hands, Amai allowed her fingers to briefly touch Martha's and she played unaware, but secretly she waited to see if sparks flew with this one, or if she was simply just a bit unaware and shy. "Yes, yes, looks like it's all here. Thanks...hmmm, what's your name?" Amai folded the crisp bills and slid them into the visible lace beneath her dress, folding her arms again as she smiled brightly with how the female in front of her seemed uncomfortable with her gaze. Ahhh, always a classic, her gaze was still as palpable as anything. "And while we're here, why don't you give me a little more information. A few nasty pictures don't tell me much.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 8, 2016 19:32:59 GMT
"I'm Martha and you can't tell me what to do." Martha growled. Amai couldn't tell her not to insult Eve. Eve deserved more insults than Martha had in her vocabulary. She had no reaction to Amai's touch whatsoever. Her eyes remained annoyed and her stance defensive. "Patches is a maniac. She kills people, tortures them. And there's stuff you need to know to hunt her. She can take her parts off and switch them out for others. I don't know how many different parts she has. And she's in this town, killing people for sure."
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Post by Iris on Jul 8, 2016 23:23:39 GMT
"Darling, since I'll be taking care of your problem, it's probably best to let me do so in this case." Amai chirped in pleasantly, but her eyes had hardened over. So this Martha was one of 'those' types; Amai's most fatal weakness was typically those who leaned far too hard to being asexual. Affection, attraction, sexual sensations were all linked to ones biology, but if one didn't feel that then...there was nothing for her there. "Alright, so this sinful little glutton is wreaking havoc here in the good ol UK. Such a shame, I've only been her a few times and would have really liked to experience it outside of the mass murder. Well then, Martha darling, this..."Patches", is she like you?" She raised a brow in question, not entirely specifying what she meant.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 0:30:28 GMT
Martha grumbled and frowned at Amai continuing to insist Martha should do what she says. "Like me? We're... related if that's what you mean. Neither of us die if you chop us up or stab us. You have to destroy her entirely." She was reluctant to admit that she was Patches' sister and clueless as to what Amai was actually asking.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 0:42:41 GMT
"Darling." She spoke the word like an exasperated parent, a small sigh sounding throughout the duration. "I mean, is she capable of attraction." Destroy her entirely? Amai thought on it for a small bit. She'd never had to destroy anyone entirely to kill them...but her specialty was draining life entirely, would that apply to someone like this? "Such a shame you aren't...I always liked the stronger ones." She winked slightly after, unable to really help herself.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 2:29:37 GMT
"Attraction? Well... she kisses people when they don't want it." Martha unwittingly revealed just how inexperienced she was. The very nature of Patches' crimes didn't register, and neither did Amai's desire.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 8:34:17 GMT
"You're so cute." Amai gushed in amusement while reaching to gently pat Martha's cheek. It was a shame that she seemed so blatantly asexual, Amai would have adored having a few special moments with the naive woman, but looks like her pining towards Eve would have to suffice instead. "So, since you've given the payment, how and where will we find this target of yours? And furthermore, why is it you want to kill your relative so badly?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 18:24:20 GMT
Martha ducked away from Amai's touch, hair seeming to spike up more in anger. She got enough of this crap from Yuu trying to act like a decent mother. "Stop that! I'm not cute! And she torments my whole family as much as she can on top of all her murdering!" Martha backed away from Amai to avoid further contact and turned around to point. "She's downtown right now. I'll lead you."
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 18:36:06 GMT
She understood that Martha's anger was undoubtedly over something personal, but Amai could only gleam with excitement at the show of frustration. How cute!! "Of course, of course. Torment and murder." She said ot almost patronizingly; truthfully, Amai didn't understand the personal grudge against murder and the like. She had done her fair share and personal grudges never affected her the way it seemed others; if anyone killed someone important to her, Amai usually replaced them right away after all. Yet money was money and the cute, burly girl here could use her help. And even though Amai had initially hated the idea of Patches, at least she would have more kinsmanship with the vile doll than this one. "Lead the way, Darling.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 18:49:31 GMT
Martha didn't like the way Amai said "Torment and murder". Like she was trivializing them. "No wonder you ended up with Eve. You're exactly like her." Martha bitterly informed Amai as she lead her through the strangely empty streets of the small town. The sky seemed to darken as they approached a pub on the edge of town, one of few actual landmarks. Screams could faintly be heard from inside, and things weren't pretty on the outside either. Blood splattered the road, likely dripping from the naked corpse put through the neon sign out front. Shredded clothing and body parts lay in a heap beneath the corpse--him or her was hard to tell with how mutilated it was. Martha looked away, squeezing her eyes shut. Even after looking through Patches' folder, every new atrocity was still disturbing.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 18:54:58 GMT
"Really?! You think?" Amai beamed at the likeness Martha said she shared, but it only ended in a sigh of personal dissapointment. "That's what I keep telling her, but she never listens." Amai still walked with pep in her step, only stopping as they encountered the bloody mess in front of the pub. Even Amai seemed a little distraught; she didn't revel in murder, sometimes it couldn't be helped, but massive loss of human life was more dissapointing than anything. A loss of potential.
With a small sigh, Amai shook her head as she stepped over a tossed aside limb, stepping to the entrance where she was framed by dull light. A smile worked its way onto her lips however as she spoke casually. "Well don't you just reek of sin."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 20:32:09 GMT
"Stop being proud of it you freak!" Martha screamed at Amai for taking her insult the wrong way. Even in her disturbed state she could still muster some rage. "I wish I could beat the crap out of her with you, but I can't. I'll do what I can to be helpful though." She warned as Amai opened the door.
Patches did indeed reek of sin, among other things. Blood and other things spilled from human bodies coating her naked grey skin, she was nearly indistinguishable from the bodies lying scattered around the room. She stood behind the bar, sipping beer and admiring her work. "Hm? If I knew I was going to have guests, I would have gotten dressed." She smiled at the smell of a succubus and her dear sister. "Oh, Martha. I didn't know you were in town. Come to join in on the fun?" She grinned broadly, pouring two more drinks.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 21:33:01 GMT
"Oh don't worry darling, being underdressed is always better. Or in this case, naked as well." The squelch of gore beneath her heels was sickening, but again it was all something that had happened back eons ago when she'd lived in the depths of hell. It was always interesting to see it sprout up in the human realm too; truly, there were demons in all shapes and sizes. Amai would have sat if the bar stools weren't all freshly decorated in bloody paint, so instead she sighed and fanned her hand in front of her face with a look of disgust crossing it once again. "Too much perfume is pretty gaudy, you know? So, little sin bin, having some fun this evening I see."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2016 21:51:17 GMT
"Oh don't worry darling, being underdressed is always better. Or in this case, naked as well." Patches turned her full attention to Amai. "You know, you're right. So why don't you save me some work and undress yourself? And the dyke there. I can't touch her myself, unfortunately." Patches took a gulp of her beer and tossed the mug she prepared for Amai to her. Despite her apparently friendly demeanor, she was keeping an eye on the door, clearly making sure Amai and Martha didn't make a move to leave. Martha remained outside, trying to keep herself from puking in the bushes. She hated the blood. She hated Patches being naked. She hated Patches.
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Post by Iris on Jul 9, 2016 22:06:24 GMT
"That makes two of us, and as enticing as your offer is, I hate getting messy. This dress was expensive. Plus, I only like to do these things with people I intend to make mine." Her eyes glowed briefly at the insinuation of her words and her smile was savage like a hungry snake hidden among the bramble. Thankfully, she wasn't thirsty among all the mess and amidst the mess, she saw Patches look towards the door. "Don't worry Darling, I don't quite desire to leave yet anyways. I find you very....interesting."
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