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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 5, 2018 20:46:53 GMT
The lighthouse was flooded with light not of its own making as the robot stalked closer. Its head dangled upside down just to get on the level of the lighthouse, so tall was the thing. The thundering footsteps stopped only meters away. There was silence to accompany the light until a dread creaking played. With the speed of a slug, a metal finger longer than Amai was tall stretched into their space. It extended until it gently tapped the other end of the room before curling to probe it.
Ludomir held a finger to his lips. The finger scraped the ground, seeming to carefully avoid the lightbulb at the room's center and having difficulty entering the corners where they hid. Ron clenched his bladder, almost as terrified of the humiliation as of the monster outside. It was all he could do not to scream and fly away. Tears flowed down his face and he grasped unthinking for Ludomir's hand. The steel hand clenched his tight until finally the claw withdrew.
Still the robot remained, staring, until the tiniest of noises broke the silence. The snap of the twig made the machine veer away, light catching a human figure that shone brilliantly clad in white cloth and steel armor. The robot went in chase and within minutes, both figures were lost in the thickening woods. Ludomir finally breathed a sigh of relief that broke out into a miserable cough.
"Fucking fuck! I thought you said you could stop whatever's in our way, 'threat or not'!?" Ron's mocking tone as he insulted Amai couldn't hide his shaking legs. "Don't... don't take this out on her." Ludomir pulled himself to his feet, looking carefully into the darkness until he was absolutely certain the robot would not return. "We got extremely unlucky there. I'm friends with some of them, but Emy never trusted me." Ludomir waved for them to leave the lighthouse and started down the stairs. Ron jumped out the window, letting the thrill of the fall work off some of his nervous energy.
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Post by Iris on Nov 5, 2018 20:57:43 GMT
The beads of brilliant pink wove throughout the smoky mass as the strange, metallic beast poked and prodded into their personal space. Screeching metal embedding its mark into worn stone and its weary joints sent unease into the creature that enjoyed knowing what it fought.
Thankfully, whatever distracted it sent the hobbling thing away and, among the very cracks of the ceiling, the wandering eyes sought out the figures on the ground before speaking with vitriol."I take care of shit when I know what it can do," the sentient mist hissed, not quite woman, not quite man. "Fighting shit without knowing what it does just ensures I end up napping in Hell."
Much like the scenery, Amai also snapped into existence in but a blink, in but a slide. Heels firmly clicked to the ground and a hand with irritated fingers grasped into the bare exposure of their hip, the fanged being before them looking upon them first with disgust. "I'm not keen on breaking nails on giant, wind-up toys." With a curl of their lip, Amai would sling one long leg over the lighthouse window and drop sharply from its hold, the flap of heavy, leathery wings heard faintly in the distance.
They stood then, at the bottom of crumbling structure with their arms folded and their wings causing the air around them to warble with heat. "Eve may like those clanking machines, but I liked man more when it was just rolling in the dirt, unsure whether to piss or shit in fear..."
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 6, 2018 2:21:24 GMT
"If we move away from the border, you won't have to worry about them." Ludomir waved them along, deeper into the forest where the robot had just stomped. The tracks fortunately veered off towards the west, while they continued northeast. "So, uh... Emy?" Ron asked. "EMMM2Y, but that's a pain to remember and say so I call her Emy. E77D, Q8T81, and her all patrol this section of the border and don't trust me. It's a long story, really. They see me as a communist sympathizer." Ludomir said all this like it was natural that robots hated communists. "...communist sympathizer? That's some Cold War shit." Ron mumbled, but to his surprise, Ludomir nodded.
"Here, the Cold War never ended." His face was solemn, and for a moment he looked like he walked out of a picture from an older time. The ruined castle they were coming up on didn't hurt the image. Ron had to blink a few times before the image properly registered in his brain. It was surprisingly intact, with all its walls in one piece, even with the massive hole in the one nearest them. It was also impressively large, seeming to shove the forest out of the way with its mass. It was more a palace than a castle, Ron realized as they got closer. The actual defenses of the place were nonexistent.
Ludomir walked into the exposed hallway, coming face to face with a faded mural on the wall. "You said the Marquis was buried in the chapel here, yes?" Ludomir looked down each hallway, but all he saw in each direction was darkness. "Amai, Ron, how are you with darkness?" Ludomir asked and Ron grinned. "I don't know about her, but I'm perfect in darkness." Ron's helmet swallowed his head like a beaked mouth. The oversized bug eyes glowed red and he looked to Amai, as if challenging her to replicate his feat.
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Post by Iris on Nov 7, 2018 16:39:48 GMT
The sight of the castle was a feat, and one that made Amai smile severely. How human--making an entire Forrest bow for ruins. Seemed they were consistent no matter how hidden a realm was.
In the belly of a log dead beast whose bones still remained, their body giving way to dark, Amai would only look upon the two before her with a look of absolute apathy at their question.
With that look off a bored, or disappointed parent, Amai would simply point to themselves with a single, manicured nail glinting as black as the space Ludomir questioned. Their voice was slow and thick, absolutely facetious when they spoke, "I'm a demon"
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 7, 2018 18:49:30 GMT
"Well I apologize, it has been decades since I met a demon." Ludomir tipped his hat with a touch of sarcasm. He let Ron lead them into the castle, not turning on a flashlight for himself. He didn't want to draw attention. It was so dark in here that the creature could be active. "Hey, that's an altar!" In the dim light brought by holes in the ceiling, Ludomir could see the vague shape of a table with a half-rotted cross on it, one arm missing. Before it was the dim shape of a stone tomb.
The lid was ajar and from it came a stink like no other Ron had ever smelled. A century of rot filled the air, mixed evenly with the dust and mold that had taken over the corners of the abandoned palace. "I think that would be him. Be careful." Ludomir didn't seem to mind the smell at all as he inched into the room. Ron followed with hesitation. Before Amai could enter, the room lit up with bright gold as a wall of light blocked her off.
"That's-" Ludomir was interrupted by a voice on the other side. "Holy magic." Ludomir couldn't see who said that through the wall of light, but he knew it was likely the armored figure he had seen. Amai could confirm this with her own eyes when he walked into sight. Ludomir had seen him at a distance in the shade of trees. Amai had a much better look now. He had to stoop to fit in the hallway, at least 10 feet tall. His helmet entirely covered his face, with blue light filtering through telling Amai what lay on the other side likely wasn't entirely human. The sword and shield in his hands were proportional to his size, absurdly huge compared to any regular tools of war.
"I did not think today would have anything worth celebrating, but to send a demon back to hell will certainly make up for my sins." His voice shook the hallway, echoing more than could be explained just by physical factors. The nephilim, what Amai would certainly recognize him to be, raised his sword. Golden light hummed along its edge before firing off, trying to blow right through Amai.
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Post by Iris on Nov 8, 2018 17:44:46 GMT
Stink and rot, perhaps their least favorite thing personally; a pitiful reminder of what trying to commit to abstinence could do to one of their making. With a wrinkled nose and a look of disgust, Amai had attempted to follow behind the good doctor and well-meaning brat before the great wall of light not only drove white spots into her eyes, but made her retract with a rather furious and inhuman hiss; holiness, here?!
A hand viciously rubbed across their injured eyes, blinking furiously while the voice sounded out her worst assumptions about the matter; not just holiness, holy 'magic'. Pink hues struck their way to the side to meet head-on with whatever dared to meet them in this trapped hallway and, what they saw brought true bile to rise in the back of their throat. "Nephilim." Posture had changed, their typically proud-standing, lithe form now hunched faintly forward, shoulders tense and once well-manicured hands bearing more of a resemblance to claws with the Nephilim's words. "Typical holy shit--you think you're all above sin, all about being absolved, but let me tell you--,"
The golden humming was enough to awaken a demonic instinct, one that left Amai with bared fang and the dispersal of human form into thick, pink smoke. The scent of bittersweet floral filled the air and, the smoke figure of Amai plumed towards the ceiling like a goo, pausing only to reform with a spear pouring with heat in their mid air descent, a powerful arm pulled back further than humanly possible before snapping forward enough that one could hear the initial break of air as the searing trident aimed towards the Nephilim's armored torso. "--All of us are rolling in sin!"
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 9, 2018 3:32:37 GMT
The nephilim's massive size appeared to make it slow to react, letting Amai's attack strike its chest. The surcoat was torn away, but Amai's trident only scraped across the armor underneath. The half-angel stumbled and wildly swung his sword at Amai as he fell back. Its limbs uselessly flailed as it turtled. Its shield uselessly clashed against the wall as it attempted to right itself. It tried a few times before slipping its hand from the gauntlet.
Instead of a regular hand, underneath was just three massive claws sticking from a deformed wrist. The claws dug into the wall and drug the misshapen thing back to its feet. "I do not presume to be rightous. My sins may exceed your own. But unlike you, I have a cause, and good will. In the end, my deeds will do great good. When he is restored, he will help me eradicate the monsters who share his race from this earth." The nephilim gestured broadly.
Ludomir and Ron could hear is earth-shaking voice easily through the wall. "What the fuck is he talking about?" Ron asked, nervously glancing at the half-open tomb. "I don't know. I think he's working with the revenant, but what he's saying is impossible. Revenants can't be restored to anything. Their entire brain rots except for the most basic portions." Ludomir stroked his chin. Behind them, a grinding noise began to play. Ron spun and saw a rotten hand pushing aside the tomb's lid. Lifeless eyes showed when the horrid head of the revenant surfaced.
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Post by Iris on Nov 9, 2018 15:13:41 GMT
The beastly trident disappeared in a puff of sickly sweet smoke, reappearing in the demon's clawed grasp as they prowled the floor. Slowly, from side to side, the sound of their heels echoing off of weathered floor, they would stalk while looking at the awkward nephilim stagger for its footing. There was satisfaction in watching something flail about as their hefty gear weighed them down; like a tiny human in a club wearing too much jewelry, or a massive and fancy coat, only to fall into the waitress serving drinks later...
With a bark of a laugh, Amai would wrench into their very own, spiteful words as the being spoke. "Oh how righteous!! How very 'holy' of you! Truly, so rotten in sin, this Nephilim believes themselves to..what? -Be- God?" Beneath the dim light, Amai's face looked less and less human, twisted with spite and disgust. "Even I know the holy text--how disgustingly twisted with sin are you that you may do God's job? Deciding what happens to his precious, vile, little playthings?"
Dangerously dexterous claws would flip their trident slowly, a frightening circle that only increased in speed, the prongs of its bite clipping the ground and littering sparks before them. "You ever stop to think how much sin God must be filled with? Creating then leaving behind the very same stupid, helpless creatures he 'loves'. Why is it that his little abode is so exclusive--do you think you'll go to him, little Nephilim?" Head tilted with utter disinterest painted on their face, save for the burn in their eye as their trident continued to swing angrily. "Taking his job into your hands--unasked? Assisting a creature that better deserves a life burning with the rest of us losers below, abandoned by their daddy? Don't you worry, little Nephilim--with your great fall, I can make some great recommendations for you. That armor will have to go though...it'll bake you alive. Whatever nasty little creature is under it, that is."
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 10, 2018 1:41:45 GMT
“You… you accuse me of the crime of Satan himself! Of seeing myself equal to the Lord!” The enraged Nephilim charged, swinging at Amai with its oversized sword in an attempt to cut her from the sky. Holy light burned on its edge, sinking rays into every crack in the walls. “My father may have fallen, but I will not! I will defend the Lord’s people from the nightmare that the Eclipse Armor will bring!”
“Eclipse Armor?” Ludomir listened through the walls. “Not right now, old man! We’ve got a problem in here!” Ron’s armor slid across his body and he lunged right at the casket. Before the revenant was even able to leave its tomb, Ron’s sole met its face. Its head smashed through the corner of the stone tomb and half-buried itself in the floor. Before Ron could even make a triumphant taunt, it rose again. The back of its head was mush, a crater leaking rotten brain matter and bits of bone, but it seemed to be no issue for the thing. The hollow eyes turned towards Ron and it made a horrible puppet-step closer.
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