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Post by Vapovile on Oct 10, 2020 17:20:38 GMT
Kuromi paused at the idea of getting dressed with two people around, but shrugged her shoulders and disappeared behind the curtain. "You don't have to lie to me, Yuu." She said coldly. "I'm sure you see the situation just as well as I can." She said. Kuromi didn't believe that Arachne loved her back at all, but the desire to make him still burned within. But she didn't believe for a minute that Yuu thought he was into her. Would she be that stupid?
Arachne sat in a nearby chair, leaning back with clear boredom. Spotting a nearby dartboard, Arachne produced a strange knife with a rounded hilt, and tossed it directly at the board. After it embedded itself in the bottom, Arachne yanked his arm back, pulling on the tiny string attached and caught it back in his hands, throwing it once more.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 10, 2020 22:07:37 GMT
“Some men just need a push to realize their feelings.” Yuu’s sad smile faded as she looked away from the curtain, back to Arachne. She watched him throw the knife and pull it back, over and over. It was a trick she used herself with her kunai. She even had a simplistic pulley mechanism to make it easier. “Did I… did I teach you how to do that?” She asked. The knife hit the board again, a punctuation.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 12, 2020 6:50:52 GMT
Arachne stopped, contemplating his answer for a second before looking at Yuu, flicking the knife back upward. "As a matter of fact, no. In fact, you only really taught me one thing in my time." Arachne's face grew into a frown. "That you were completely worthless. The HWIC came in and murdered both Marika and Miles, and what were you doing when I found you years later?" He asked, cocking his head. He then flicked the knife past her head, embedding itself in the wall.
"You were just living a normal life, with some guy. Like nothing was wrong in the world. Imagine being the person tasked with protecting Marika, and being completely fine with her death?" Arachne asked, yanking the knife back, zooming past Yuu's head once more and being caught. "But I'm sure you are different. I mean, I would hate to kill you in this timeline too." A sinister grain appeared on his face, Arachne turning back to the dartboard.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 12, 2020 21:48:22 GMT
Yuu’s face paled when Arachne insulted her. This was it. He was on to her. This was the end. And then, nothing happened. She kept herself deathly still as the knife flew past her face, pulled away before it pierced the curtain. He was taunting her. Too caught up in spite to think deeper about her intentions. “I cannot speak for my future self, obviously… but I can say truthfully to you that I would die for Marika. In a heartbeat.” She locked eyes with Arachne and smiled. “And I want to give you the love I never could when I was in the kaspa before. What do you want for dinner tonight?”
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 14, 2020 2:49:29 GMT
Before Arachne could address Yuu's question, the curtain flew open revealed Kuromi standing there, wearing the dress Yuu had made for her. It matched her gothic aesthetic, her back showing through the shape as the blond posed for the both of them. Arachne paused his throwing to look at it, feigning interest. Kuromi took it in stride and swayed her hips, letting the dress follow her movements. "Soooooo? How do I look?" Her eyes fell expectantly upon Arachne, who looked on unmovingly.
"It looks nice I guess?" He stated half-questioningly. Arachne didn't care much for fashion, he was far more interested in designer dolls and exterior design. Eyes now moving onto Yuu, Kuromi raised her eyebrow to see if she had anything to say.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 16, 2020 20:07:28 GMT
Shit. He wasn’t taking to it. Was he simply not interested in her? No, he had to be. She knew enough about him to know she was his type. Arachne didn’t make her to be a mother, like Marika had made her. He had mentioned offhandedly that she was based off a woman he had a crush on as a teen. There had to be something she could leverage. “Do you see how I made it to accentuate your work? Kuromi is an incredible canvas to work with, isn’t she. Better than her basis, I would say.”
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 16, 2020 23:34:00 GMT
Arachne's eyes twitched, followed by him throwing the knife straight past Yuu once more, this time embedding itself in the wall behind her. "Are you TRYING to piss me off today?! Look at her!" Arachne walked over, grabbing Kuromi by the arm and pulling up on the skin.
"Does THIS look like the shiny, porcelain skin of the goddess I saw?! Is that face the perfect combination of cute masking a violent sense of independence?!" He pointed toward her eyes, Kuromi clearly looking down in shame.
"No, I tried for weeks to try and replicate her, but had to accept my weakness and settle for this!" He waved his hand in her direction. "So don't try to even compare them, you miserable doll." He spat at Yuu. The enthusiasm Kuromi had displayed had now evaporated.
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 17, 2020 0:46:12 GMT
Yuu winced again when the knife was thrown. Now she thought she was in for it. She had pissed him off enough to be punished properly. Instead, he turned his abuse to Kuromi. She almost felt bad when he berated her for his own supposed failings. But her fingers went to her pocket and she sealed off her heart. “I hoped to let her have some happiness… but this will do.” Something was clicked in her pocket and a spark ignited deep in the dress. Yuu’s tears, mingled with the fabric, all ignited simultaneously, effectively turning the dress into fire.
It was only a split second later that the explosives packed into the bra exploded. Yuu was flattened, the bench behind her turned to splinters. It was a shaped charge, most of the energy pushed outwards with the intent of blowing a hole right in Arachne. The angle was off. Kuromi faced her as much as she faced Arachne. There was flesh missing from her arm and chest, her sweater in tatters. She ignored it, back on her feet immediately, scrambling up the stairs. She was relying on them being too stunned to follow before she was out the door at the top and out of the kaspa. Before the dust settled, she was gone.
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Post by Vapovile on Oct 17, 2020 23:38:04 GMT
The explosion sent both Kuromi and Arachne flying backwards, the former engulfed in a chemical fire and letting out a shriek of pain. The explosion had put out a significant part of the flames, but the back part still raged. She hurriedly tore off what she could, grabbing a nearby thick blanket and wrapping up in it to snuff out oxygen. From across the room, Arachne slowly came to his senses, having crashed against the wall and leaving a large indent in the concrete.
Several portions of Arachne's chest were burned, while his right arm was hanging on by a few strands of muscle. He let out a loud scream at the pain he was in. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EVERYONE! GET YOUR ASSES UP AND BRING ME YUU'S HEAD! NO MERCY!" Arachne screamed as loud as he could, practically shaking the walls of the basement. Strangely, a few strands of golden thread sprung out of his arm stump and attached to the muscle hanging off, bringing the limb back up and weaving together the wound.
"Hah...not ever doll needs to be sapient..." He muttered. The string that sits within himself has only a few commands; variations on how to keep him alive. If a doll has no personality, they can't betray him. His eyes flared with hatred when he turned to the stairs, letting the string reattach his muscles before he was able to run after Yuu himself. She would suffer for this, 5x the suffering he put her through!
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Post by HungryHunter on Oct 23, 2020 5:31:03 GMT
At Arachne’s call, the dolls, all his, lined up to face the doors that exited the kaspa. There was no way to tell where exactly they needed to go. Yuu could have left via any of these doors. The only option was to split up and scout for her. Each of them picked a door at random and stepped through, unaware of the way Marika could mix and match the door’s exits to send them where she wanted them to go, and that their master’s mother was well aware of the plan.
Helen was hit in the face by an immediate blast of cold wind, whipping her with snowflakes before she was even fully out of the door. She found herself on a snowy hillside, already sinking to her knees. The only sign of humanity was a large building looming overhead, the rest of the landscape populated with snowy meadows and endless pine trees. “Hey, welcome to my hotel! Checking in, mam?” A kid in black hovered down to greet her.
The wind that blew across Archie was instead warm and carried with it dust and grit. The landscape she found herself in was appallingly flat and drab, nothing but brown scrub in every direction as far as the eye could see. The only bit of landscape was the distant ridge rising over the distance, bordered by little mesas. It was from one of those mesas that the first cannon shot would come.
Caroline’s destination was nothing like the others. Flowers grew up around her, a beautiful if poorly-maintained garden on all sides. It wasn’t the garden of a professional, but a hobbyist. “Hello, Mademoiselle Caroline.” A devil in the guise of an angel, feathered wings stretching from a bare back, sitting on a blanket, raised a glass to her. “Would you care to join my picnic?”
Stitches was the one most immediately grabbed by the fact she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. It was night, wherever she was, a candle on the ground the only thing bringing light. She could see rotten floorboards inside and the black outlines of trees waving against moonlight in the window, suggesting this was an abandoned house or barn. “When I heard about this bullshit, I just had to get involved.” Something hissed from the darkness. “A ripoff of a ripoff. Unbelievable. And just like the last one, you’re fucking with my rep.” A tentacle flicked from the darkness, slashing for her eyes. “Consider this a copyright strike, bitch. A cease and desist on your existence.”
Margaret found the most normal landscape before her; just a bathroom at some empty public place. The only thing odd about it was how dazzlingly clean every surface was, scrubbed a thousand times over. The mirrors shone, every tile whiter than the day it was put in. In the middle of the room, Martha sat on an upturned bucket, clad in janitor’s coveralls. “You know, you said I was stupid.” She said, propping up her mop. “And that… it bothered me. Even after we got along a little. So I told Yuu I was gonna beat you, and I was gonna do it with my brain. So I thought and I thought and I came up with something I can do!” Martha ran a gloved finger across the floor and held it up for inspection. “I’m dumb, but I’m a hard worker. I scrubbed every inch of this place a hundred times. There isn’t a speck of dust anywhere.” She stood and kicked the bucket back. “Wanna call me stupid again so I don’t feel bad knocking your teeth in, old lady!?”
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Post by Vapovile on Nov 18, 2020 3:27:40 GMT
Stepping out onto the flower patch, Caroline casually glanced around to see a man laying shirtless on a blanket. The doll carefully strolled over, making sure to step on as few of the flowers as possible. "That would be delightful, but you wound me. How could you make me step on these lovely flowers?" She asked, sitting down on the blanket and adopting a similar pose. "So, what's a man like you doing here? Looks like you’ve been expecting me.” She asked, staring at John with her vertical pupils.
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Appearing inside the dusty, dark farmhouse made Stitches whip her neck around to see where she ended up. Her legs had already been grasped by something, and a person began talking to her. “Ripoff? What is a ripoff h-oooooooooh…” Stitches’s face grew into a wide grin. “So you’re the original!” Stitches didn’t move as the tentacle lashed out at her eyes, spraying sinew and blood across the room. However, the body remained upright, quivering.
“Ah ah ah…” Her mouth began, still smirking. “Come now, you don’t think I would not have a way to survive that? Hahahahahaha!” The blood from before rose up and reentered the space where her face had been, reforming into Stitches’s face. “My tuuuuuurn~”
Squeezing her legs together, Stitches moved to step out of Huntsman’s grasp and formed a large spike with her hand, trying to stab it at Huntsman’s feet and make him fall through the floor.
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Margaret lowered her right eyebrow in confusion when she appeared inside of a bathroom. “This isn’t where I set my door…” Margaret whispered. Her eyes then fell upon Martha, who had begun explaining her master plan. As it would have it; Margaret couldn’t find so much as a speck of dust in these walls.
“Oh dear, so you have learned something.” Margaret said with disdain. Deep down, there was a part of Margaret that was a little disappointed they were going to fight again after cooperating. But she couldn’t lose here! “I mean, you’re less stupid than I first thought at least. But unfortunate for you…” Margaret glared, sprinting off the tile and toward Martha. She appeared to aim a kick directly at Martha’s head, but changed at the last moment to aim it directly at the door. “...I’m out of here!”
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Post by HungryHunter on Nov 19, 2020 2:25:51 GMT
“What am I doing here? Waiting for you, of course. An associate of yours, well, I’m afraid she backstabbed your team. Set up people who could beat you, said she would send you right to us.” The cambion sat up, pouring her a glass of wine. “Do not worry about the flowers, they are wild sorts. You would have to really stomp to kill any.”
“Of course I didn’t expect that to kill you. You don’t get to die so quick, puppet bitch.” Stiches sprang towards the voice and did not find a person. Her spike lanced into a mass of swollen blisters rather than feet. The blisters popped where they were stabbed, spraying something rotten and venomous across the room. Wherever they touched, they made the wood smolder and corrode, and they would do the same to Stiches’ face.
“I had a long time to prepare. Tell me, can you do this?” As Stiches’ eyes adjusted to darkness, she would see more blisters, an entire wall of them. Around them were writhing tendrils, snarling maws, staring eyes. The entire room was caked in flesh but for the tiny portion he had allowed Stiches to come into. Two necks stretched from the ceiling, topped with slavering canine skulls. Both tried to bite Stiches’ limbs and yank her violently in two directions at once.
Martha sighed when Margaret lunged for the door. “I’m stupid, but I thought of that too.” The mirrors in the room shattered and their shards flew into Margaret’s path. She could still pass through and strike the door down, but she would face agony doing so. When the door fell, she found herself in the hallway of some sort of stadium, a closed up food stand only sign this place every saw anybody. “I cleaned the hallway too. Even scrubbed the locks on the gates keeping you in.” She stood behind Margaret, stance already poised to deliver her kick right to Margaret’s spine, aimed to put her right through the metal cover keeping the food counter safe from vermin. “And I scrubbed in there too!” She added.
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Post by Vapovile on Feb 7, 2021 22:38:42 GMT
“I see…” Caroline leaned back with a smirk, accepting the wine but not taking a sip yet. She then looked at her shirtless host. “So is this how you plan to beat me? I must say, that’s awfully dangerous of you to offer food to your opponent.” She joked, giving him a side-eye but showing no signs of wishing to fight. “But let’s see what happens, shall we?”
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Stitches struck not feet, but some strange mound of flesh that sprayed a corrosive substance all over the room. “FUCK a SLUT!” She yelled out, body quivering and forming small jets that would spray the substance off. By the time she had recovered, she found her limbs being clamped down by two canine-like heads that violently ripped her body in two. She felt a sting of pain as her soul string in her midsection was cut, but she then let out another shriek.
“No, but I can do this you SHIT!” Glaring, Stitches commanded her two halves to liquidize into two mounds of red blood, aiming to escape Huntsman’s maw and reform nearby. She stood up, glaring around herself. “I guess this is a bad place to fight, huh? Let’s change that!” Stitches focused her bloody control directly into one of the blisters she had opened with her strike...but strangely, the mass didn’t appear to shift at all, despite being organic. “...no.” The doll remarked.
Letting out another yell, Stitches focused her mass into her fist, growing it to the size of a medicine ball. “How about I just fist my way out of your oversized vagina, huh?!” She yelled, forming a spike on each knuckle and using all her force to slam into the flesh-covered wall. She wanted to blow a hole through Huntsman and whatever wall was behind him.
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There was already too much momentum to stop now, so Margaret crashed through the glass and wound up on the other side of the door, facing some stadium. Several pieces of glass were lodged in her skin, though thankfully dolls didn’t bleed. She removed a particularly painful shard from her face and glared back at Martha. Someone must have helped her with this plan! If it were up to this idiot, she would have made her appear in some grassy field so she could run around more!
She didn’t have time to move before Martha kicked her through the grate, tumbling through the kitchen. “I’m sure you did!” She shouted out, getting up and groaning. Why was she given such an old body if she was meant to fight?! From the smashed grate, Martha leaped back out with blinding speed and aimed to deliver a flying knee to Martha’s stomach. “Fine, no more tricks! I’ll beat you up the simple way, just like you are!”
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Post by HungryHunter on Feb 8, 2021 4:41:11 GMT
“FUCK a SLUT!”
“I’d love to, but really, you’re not my type. And besides, unlike my copies, I know what consent is!” Huntsman cackled. His two mouths snarled when she dissolved in his jaws, slithering away to strike the wall. Flesh was pulped and wood splintered, blowing a hole large enough for Stitches to quickly wiggle out. It was nearly pitch black outside, the only light source a thin sliver of moon behind dark trees. Then it was joined with a hundred more candles. They were scattered all around her, up in the trees, on the ground, peeping from burrows. Each one was held by a unique abomination, twisted little things as diverse in their hideousness as snowflakes were in their beauty. Some stared into the sky with glassy eyes, others seemed to only sense the world with waving antennae, still others snuffled along the ground with oversized, toothed noses.
Behind her, the shed rattled. Nails popped out. The earth ripped and rended. With a wave of dirt, the entire shack tore itself out of the ground. Panels of wood bent and cracked as Huntsman took on a more mobile form, something bigger than an elephant and plated all over with wood, lumbering on three trunk-like legs. “You really thought that was an escape, you stupid bitch?” His voice groaned as the tiny homunculi began to swarm closer, raising their candles high. “Half the animals in this damn forest. I ground them into raw flesh, all for you. Are you ready to burn, little tyrant?” One leg rose and attempted to stomp her to the ground, holding her tight while tiny candles drew nearer.
Martha was caught by surprise when Margaret went back on the offensive, her flying knee catching her solidly in the midsection. She bent slightly, but smiled. “I didn’t have to prepare there… cause I can beat you head to head!” She started off with a lightning right hook to Margaret’s temple, followed up by a flurry of kicks to juggle her in the air before a spin kick launched her right back into the kitchen.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 4, 2021 10:36:25 GMT
Stitches grinned widely when she got through the wall, leaping out onto the grass below. “Well you can take your consent and spray it right up your vagina, now that you’re officially a douche!” Stitches cackled, taking a few steps to sprint into the forest...when she saw the forest itself come alive armed with torches. Hundreds of twisted monstrosities inched toward her. Stitches let out a slightly more subdued chuckle.
“You certainly went all out with this little plan, huh? Well good fucking luck catching me, hunchback!” Stitches took a step to sprint away, to smash into the monstrosities like a bowling ball. All she needed to do was break the line, disappear into the forest, and find a way back to the Kaspa! Then Archie can blast away this entire forest with her flamethrowers! However, Stitches soon found her leg grabbed by a quivering monstrosity at her feet.
“Get...off!” She shouted, unable to free her leg from the gelatinous mass. With a frustrated yell, Stitches turned her leg into blood and escaped...only to have Huntsman’s mighty foot send her facedown into the dirt. Wild anger exploded out of Stitches. “You have NOT won! I am a GOD to worthless people like you!” She screamed, beginning to turn her upper body into blood in an attempt to seep into the ground below, but finding that the ground wasn’t that porous here.
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“Then let’s see, skank! One on one!” Margaret yelled, twisting her body and slamming her leg into the right hook, but was launched into the air and kicked toward the kitchen. But this time, Margaret tucked herself into a ball and planted her legs on the wall above, glaring. Margaret could feel the bruising inside her body already.
“So whose plan was this, huh? Obviously not you, given last time!” She asked, kicking off the wall and twisting in the air twice to try and deliver a flying heel kick to Martha’s head, aiming to knock it clean off. A sharp wind whipped along the area with the force Margaret generated with her wall jump. A frown descended down the doll’s face when she began to realize; Martha probably has far more stamina than herself. This had to end quick!
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 6, 2021 4:33:38 GMT
“A god, eh?” Huntsman groaned, dangling a head impaled in a dozen places with wood in front of Stitches’ face. “I accept this. You are my divine liege, goddess of blood, fascism, and, I dunno, being a bitch.” He made a hideous motion, his best attempt at a bow with his current body. Wood creaked and cracked and shattered off of him as he bent up and down. “Hail to you, god on high. And now prepare a spot in your pantheon, for I add another one to my list. I don’t know if you heard, but I am the god slayer.” A torch touched Stitches’ flesh and set her ablaze. Huntsman, all of him, began a chant and mad dance as she burned. It went on into the night, and in the morning there were only ashes and thousands of strange little footprints around a destroyed barn.
Margaret’s return kick knocked Martha flat. She hadn’t foreseen her recovering so quickly. She rolled her tongue across her teeth, checking they were all there as she stood. “You old… fucking asshole!” She spat. “I came up with it! I thought about it for hours and I figured it out! I’m not as stupid as you think I am! And you know what? I’d rather be stupid than mean anyway!” Martha drew her foot back, and in a rush she seemed to vanish. All of her speed and power was concentrated into a single kick. The tile was shattered and the concrete beneath went to dust, and for a mere instant, Margaret would have what she needed. But perhaps that was no consolation, as if the kick connected, she would be struck directly through the ceiling and continue sailing for miles after.
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 15, 2021 19:50:55 GMT
Margaret's eyes widened when she saw the incredible speed that Martha came at her with, even faster than her usual speed. But the doll was undeterred. "You're the one who picked a fight with me, kid! But let's go!" Kicking off the ground herself, Margaret went as fast as her body could carry, and directed a roundhouse kick directly at Martha. The two collided violently, shattering nearby windows. But in a split second, Margaret found herself crashing down onto the ground.
To her horror, she saw what appeared to be half her leg nearby, along with the lower half of her body. Martha had cleaved straight through her leg and body, leaving the doll as an upper body. She let out a long sigh. "Well, you got me. Go ahead, light me on fire or whatever. You obviously hate me." She said with bile.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 16, 2021 18:55:28 GMT
Martha felt her leg pass through Margaret. It was as horrible an experience for her as it was for Margaret. She felt organs pop and muscle fibers tear against her shin, and her stomach churned as Maragaret’s halves flew in different directions. Her legs throbbed, muscles torn from the exertion of throwing out a kick that powerful. “You still don’t understand a thing about me.” She huffed, feeling her shin for potential fractures. “Of course I fucking hate you.” She knelt and undid her belt to tie it around Margaret’s wrists. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna kill you in cold blood. I’m just turning you in.”
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Post by Vapovile on Mar 22, 2021 0:46:03 GMT
One by one, the Arachne dolls were either killed or captured by the operatives. Out in an open field, Aria observed the captured dolls. A blur had rushed in, dropped off the body parts of Margaret, and dashed off again. Aria rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who it was. "I could probably catch her...but she helped us out. Head start." Aria muttered, turning her attention to the others. Stitches was reported to have been slain, as was Archie. Helen sat motionless on the ground, cuffs behind her back as she stared up at the sky, a blank expression on her face.
Melody stood around, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh...my GOD! I can’t believe it…” She excitedly said. In just one day, the leadership of Arachne had been decapitated. In the years she had been the president of the HWIC, she couldn’t kill any of them! Wonder how that reflected on her own leadership.
“That confirms it. All generals that Arachne brought to our timeline are dead or captured. Arachne and Kuromi remain at large for now, and I doubt we’re going to see them.” Stephan Walters leaned on the HWIC transport vehicle. “I called the prison. They’re ready for pickup.”
“Thank you, mr. Walters.” Aria said, nodding in his direction. “I trust there will be no other surprises for us, Melody?” Aria asked, eyes narrowing upon the pink-haired girl. She pepped up and shook her head. “Nope, this is all of them! Besides the main two, like he said. They’re probably in the future by now..”
No sooner had Melody finished her sentence, the kaspa doors swung open and two ghastly figures stepped through. Both were badly burned, with Arachne’s skin already flaking off as new ones replaced it. Kuromi had many more visible stitches, Arachne having hastily put her back together. Both looked absolutely furious. His eyes scanned the destroyed Margaret and cuffed Helen...then rested upon the completely cuffless Caroline.
“You...you filthy SNAKE!” Arachne screamed. Caroline’s eyes widened, the doll backing away. “So uh...you guys have a plan for these two, right?” She asked, voice uncharacteristically afraid. Melody’s expression hardened. “I have been dreaming of this for a loooooooong time.” Holding out her arms, Melody summoned a large silver rifle into her hands. Aria drew her own pistols and pointed them at the duo.
“HWIC! You’re both under arrest for kidnapping and extortion. Come quietly and you will remain unharmed!” Aria yelled. Beside her, Stephan’s suit appeared as a series of rubbery green tendrils that solidified around him. Arachne shot Aria a death glare. “Oho? So you are still alive here. Hehe, guess I have to do this one myself! Kuromiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” His scream echoed through the area, Kuromi revving her chainsaw and sending a wave of ominous music through the area. Melody immediately shoved a pair of black plugs into her ears, followed by Aria. They didn’t block out sound completely, but it was a great help.
The world began to warp for both Aria and Melody slightly. The grass began to turn black, and the sky began to warp. But they could clearly see the duo still. “Walters! Go after the chainsaw mage! You know the plan!” She called out to him.
Stephan nodded, his suit already reacting to the sonic attack. He saw the world change and shift, but only for a few moments before his helmet changed. Spongy material grew between his ears and the surface of his helmet, blocking out sound entirely. It wasn’t ideal, but it neutralized her well enough. “I can’t hear anything, so if you surrender, please get on your knees and raise your hands.” He said, springing in close and slashing for an exposed arm with his wrist blade.
Kuromi glared at him further, her affable facade now completely broken. They had HURT Arachne! They ruined her image! They were all going to DIE! “How about I just carve you into beef jerky, bug man?!” She screamed, bringing up her chainsaw to block the blow and twisting her body to deliver a sharp kick to his stomach, attempting to follow up with a leap that ended with a downward thrust with her saw straight at his chest.
Arachne held out both of his hands and let fly numerous golden strands, staring wide-eyed at Aria and Melody. “You think you’ve WON?! Hehehe...I can rebuild. I can make a beautiful doll out of you, Melody.” He seethed. Melody let out a disgusted noise and sided next to Aria. “End of the line, Arachne. No hordes to protect you now!” Kicking off at the same time, both Aria and Melody dashed toward Arachne, firing multiple bullets at him. But they all exploded before impact. Upon closer inspection, there were faint golden wires surrounding him.
“Ahahaha! Go ahead, dance around me! I am the maestro of this orchestra!” Whipping his hands around once more, several golden strands were sent flying toward the duo, causing them to flip over them and begin dodging the assault at high speed. Melody marveled at how much faster Aria was handling everything. Meanwhile, Caroline began to back away from the entire scene. “Way above my ability…” She muttered.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 23, 2021 4:15:42 GMT
“I cannot hear you but I assume you decided on force.” Stephen took the kick with his arm, allowing himself to remain poised to dodge the chainsaw’s swing. He turned, letting it glance off his chest as it failed to get a grip. He flicked his arm out, a flicker jab headed by a curved blade. It flicked out multiple times, first for her arms, then lower, trying to cripple her limbs so she could neither attack nor flee.
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