10-05-2017, 08:59 PM
Desman wasn’t sure what to expect exactly, he had been to ‘hell’ and back multiple times before, each time was different, unique in it’s own way. Sometimes the place would be like the standard depiction, completely red with flames and lava everywhere, other times it was the complete opposite, and on rare occasions it was something straight out of the mind of a madman. But this? Well this was fairly… normal. Sure there was one or two oddly shaped buildings, but that’s bound to happen in any city.
“Seriously, you expect me to pay 500 credits for this!” The human heared as he got closer to the end of the alleyway, curious and cautious he backed himself up to the wall and peeked his head out the corner. There he saw two beings, the first was slightly facing away so he couldn’t see their face, but they were wearing a lime green cloak that went all the way down to the floor, next to him a man of cracked and hard lemon yellow skin, short orange spikes protruding from his head and an outfit like something out of a weird JPG and children's movie crossover.
“Look, Hāmez, buddy! Your one of my best customers.” The Cloaked figure said, it was weird how clear Desman could hear them. “This is the best deal I ever made you, you would be an idiot to refuse it.”
“That’s the problem Rick, you deals are always bad.” The voice of Hāmez was deep and gritty, a complete opposite to the happy-go-lucky attitude of this salesman ‘Rick’. “People like you are the reason the Gladiatorial Games are becoming a dying sport, and I’m here to fix that.”
“W-what are you gonna-” The Lime green robe couldn’t even finish his own sentence when the Yellow demon stabbed them in the chest, or, at least where the chest should’ve been, but there was no blood, no fleshly ends at the end of the blade, the cloak just, fell.
“And I’ll be taking your human with me as well, thank you for your business.” Desman’s eyes grew in shock as the demon said this; he knew he had to make sure nobody saw jim as human.
Backing away slowly, the red haired man made his way away a corner and then, once he knew he was alone, sat down to concentrate. It was actually quite easy with the pitch silence that seemed to follow him everywhere in this place, not even the sounds of birds or crickets. Grasping his hand tightly to a fist, he thought about what he wanted, it wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be would be enough to help evade detection. Opening his eyes, the man’s face soon turned into a frown. ‘Ash…’
Desman sighed as he looked at the bruise colored face paint and remembered the reason he came here in the first place, also realizing how unrealistic the mission was. This place was a gigantic maze and he hadn’t even left the alleyways yet, it would be impossible to find a siguler person in it. ‘No, you can’t think like that. She’s your friend, you will find her no matter what. You have to! Even if it is extremely improbable…’
Instead of continuing his depressing thoughts, the human decided to continue on with his, admittedly not so great, plan instead. Moving the brush in his hands up to his eyes and closing them, he made a long stroke across his face. Tieing his hair back, he also wrapped the scarf around his head, leaving only his amber eyes and now blue skin visible; It was time to find Ash.
...Which turned out to be as hard as Des originally thought. A week, or at what least felt like one, had passed and there was still no sign of his companion, the only thing the guy could seem to find where sharp objects and trouble in the form of people being a bit to curious about him, one even tried to grab his scarf off him. Luckily he was able to make it seem like it was part of his body, but not even he knew how he managed pulled that one off.
As Des turned another corner, sweat dripped down his face, smearing the latest coat of face paint that had been put on. He didn’t know whether it was forming because anxiety, heat, or exhaustion, but at this point it didn’t matter, he needed a rest, but more importantly he needed to find… *crunch*
Desman gave a slight jump as he heard and got startled by the noise. ‘What was that?’ he thought to himself as he mentally debated with himself wether to find out or leave it be, eventually deciding upon the former. ‘I hope I know what I’m doing.’
Moving closer up to where the alleyway split off next, the human could start making out voices, probably those of the same people that made the sound from earlier.
"What's this?" A masculine voice growled, which turned into a slight purr. It sounded almost kitten-like. "Ohhh... What do we have here." The inflictions of his voice, while demonic still in nature as almost everyone had down here it would seem, were just enough to get the hidden human curious to look over. From the corner he could just see higher on the hill he was apparently climbing - perhaps that was why he was sweating so terribly - a figure on the ground and creature hovering over it.
He had to wipe his eyes to see clearly, smearing the layers of bruised-color paint onto his hands for the uncountable time. When his fist came back to his side he could see a spin covered creature, his body lean and scrawny without being any less intimidating than his companion. He had long everything, long horns, long nails, long tail, long spines, long wings. He was the color of mold, dandelion yellow, moss green, and sometimes black.
His friend was almost all the opposites. He stood low to the ground, fleshy, dark purplish-black skin. Blank white eyes, a thick beard that looked like it's been caught on fire once at least. He was snarling at the man's lustful purr when he also saw the figure. He stopped himself to look the woman over. "A lass, dat is. One I'd like to-"
"Shh!" The spine demon stopped him. Then as if he heard Desman breathing looked in his direction.
If he saw the scarfed man peeking in he didn't show it, then the spines rattled as he looked the other way, moving a bit to look down another alley. Desman took this moment to check out what they were inspecting, his heart dropped as fast as his jaw did. Her near-naked¶ form - her naked form too actually - would forever be burned into his memory. He would recognize that woman anywhere. He could feel his heart begin to race and his breath turned ragged as he realized by some miracle he'd found her.
The spine demon came back. "Help me take her in there." He leaned down as he explained while nodding towards the alley behind his companion, already grabbing for Ash's upper body. "Do it quietly, and we can share the spoils." He hissed, but with a tone that implied enough for even Desman to understand their dark intentions.
If he was hoping the dark-skinned man would object for moral purposes, Desman would be reminded how little those meant anywhere and even less here. The gruff man grew a wicked grin and hooked the hammer he carried onto his side and reached down for Ash's legs.
Before they could get much further than that, the human in disguise was already running into action. He was without a plan, but he couldn't stand by and watch what was about to happen. He was a hero, dammit! And he was far too attached to that woman to allow her to be violated so casually by these heathens! Without thinking about it, the not-so-red-or-little man snatched up the sword that laid on the ground still and formed the Energy Cutlass in his free hand and attacked.
The stout man was easily surprised by this and released the woman's legs to quickly backpedal into the alley for safety, but the spine demon was more of a defender type. The real blade bounced off his spines, making the mold-colored face real back with a snarl of anger before the energy blade came across his twisted face. Smoke rose from the bridge of the demon's nose before he dropped Ash's body and grabbed his face, revealing back as he cried out in pain.
Desman was a hero, but he wasn't stupid. He dropped his cutlass and before it could turn back into pure light, he had Ash's bloody and limp body thrown messily over his shoulder and was booking it the opposite way that he came. She weighs about as much as the sword in his hand, but it was the crisp silver blade that felt the heaviest to him. Later it would be revealed as the thing that lead to her defeat, maybe that's why it was so heavy in his hand. Or maybe it was simply because he's been fighting with a superior energy weapon so long.
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Ash's dreams have been but a blank darkness, at first even she thought she was dead. But slowly her conscious became conscious, still, she had no motivation to wake up just yet. She's been at this for a long while... And she hasn't had any sleep... Sure she's had a dirt nap or a nap in general. Not a stay in bed all night and morning because you've earned it sleep.
The sound of metal scraping against stone brought images of her descent to come back to her, the swirling black and red, and dark grey, the scorching pain, the humming in her chest as the sword clanged across the walls she bounced off. She thought strongly of taking the blade in her hand and faintly grabbed for the ultramarines sword that should be at her side, a weak twitch of her fingers.
The next thing Ash knew, she was being lifted into the air and onto something's strong shoulders. She felt a warm supportive hand run up the back of her shirt along her spine, it would quickly meet crusty dried demonic blood but find no hole through her body like there had been last time she was awake. It would find her warmth has returned to what has been a very cold body like some deity had spared her life after such a brutal beating. She could feel her body jerking with each step that the creature made, her stomach still tender from the large hole in it and her head pounded with each footstep.
There is a moment when you are aware, but not awake. Awake.. But unaware. Somewhere between there stood a woman with the wind in her hair.
Ash's tail was the first thing to move, it always was. It was the lightest part of her body and it moved effortlessly. It was her eyes that opened next, even if she looked blind she could see the ground whipping past her at an alarming but comforting speed. She could see a pair of long legs, however, they weren't her's. Not nearly as shapely or as revealing- first of all. She could see her long black hair bouncing in her vision that explained she was semi-upside down. That explained the headache.
All at once her strength returned to her, and she let the hands that hung from their sockets grab the man's - admittedly - impressive chest over his multiple layers, and lift herself up to face the person who was obviously kidnapping her. "Hey, there big guy~!" She purred, in about the same way the spine demon did. "Why don't you fuck off?" She suggested. Her voice drastically and very different from before. She then raised her hand into a fist and aimed an electric filled punch for his face.
Desman was shocked, both literally and figuratively, by the sudden pain that swept across his face. In the next instant, his hand left her body to cup his face where her fist had landed. “Seriously, what was that for!” He said from behind his fingers - and scarf - trying not to sound in pain but backing away from the woman he'd just saved. Like a cat, she had landed on her feet and looked as if she were about to pounce. Her sited on him. He felt cornered like he had no choice but to defend himself, so he lifted his hand, black lightning coursing across the smudgy hand.
Anyone could tell Ash was unimpressed by the look on her face alone. If that was his end goal, it wasn't translated very well. If he thought he could defeat her with her own moves, he was either so mad with his self-image, or this mystery man was so new to this he has copied her move without thinking. A wicked grin graced her mouth as she resummoned the quill, twirling it in her fingers like it was a switchblade trick. It landed in her hand, as ready as she was to kick his ass. She stared back into his amber eyes, but something inside her mind associated those golden irises with something else. Even if it is unclear what.
Desman watched her, trying to think of a way to explain the situation clearly. He waited until he thought she looked distracted to pounce, but apparently not distracted enough. His hand shot forward, but she was already reading his moves and brought the blade deep into his side. Unintentionally his hand found her breast. Both let out a cry - he was of pain, her's was of pleasure - before both were pushed away from each other. He stumbled back into yet another protruding spire from the wall, which immediately hooks into the shirt he was wearing, her dagger sticking out of his other side. The strangest sucking sensation could be felt, but he was distracted by his shirt being caught.
It wasn't Ash's style to just let a guy get away with man-handling her. Just ask her boss or multiple people who have tried, call up Detective Grayson he'll tell you. She could have walked away at that point, but there was a bit of a problem. Not only did this bastard have her dagger, but her souvenir as well. Rushing in she jumped off some discarded box and then off the wall to jump on his back, only to be caught off guard by the unusually blindingly white flesh of his chest as the shirt turned to shreds just as she jumps. Her force against the wall was more than she intended and needed, but her reflex was to cover her eyes and hope the blow lands. The man narrowing dodges this attack and grabs her by the ankle.
She ragdolls in Desman's grip, never hitting the ground because of his height but ends up swinging uselessly into place. Her skirt, already too short to hide anything, falls open to reveal her bright pink panties she'd put on without his knowledge. Desman had no intention of staring, but his bluish-purple smearing makes way for the bright red of his blushing face. She looked up at this, even as he strained to keep from dropping her with a blade in his side. She was prepared to kick him in the head now but stopped upon closer inspection of his well-defined body. Her hand reached 'down' to stroke the bloody ab her dagger was piercing, then something snapped in her and she reached between his legs and cupped his privates with confidence. He felt her groping his nether-region with the utmost care which lasted longer than a minute before she crossed her arms and twisted her body to face him more seriously. "Desman?"
She managed, just before they were interrupted by an implying that seemed was just resting until it noticed them. It looked on them with curiosity, noting the male had been staring a moment before. Ash glared at it and Desman stared at the thing until it became apparently uncomfortable with what was happening and nervously skittered off.
“Seriously, you expect me to pay 500 credits for this!” The human heared as he got closer to the end of the alleyway, curious and cautious he backed himself up to the wall and peeked his head out the corner. There he saw two beings, the first was slightly facing away so he couldn’t see their face, but they were wearing a lime green cloak that went all the way down to the floor, next to him a man of cracked and hard lemon yellow skin, short orange spikes protruding from his head and an outfit like something out of a weird JPG and children's movie crossover.
“Look, Hāmez, buddy! Your one of my best customers.” The Cloaked figure said, it was weird how clear Desman could hear them. “This is the best deal I ever made you, you would be an idiot to refuse it.”
“That’s the problem Rick, you deals are always bad.” The voice of Hāmez was deep and gritty, a complete opposite to the happy-go-lucky attitude of this salesman ‘Rick’. “People like you are the reason the Gladiatorial Games are becoming a dying sport, and I’m here to fix that.”
“W-what are you gonna-” The Lime green robe couldn’t even finish his own sentence when the Yellow demon stabbed them in the chest, or, at least where the chest should’ve been, but there was no blood, no fleshly ends at the end of the blade, the cloak just, fell.
“And I’ll be taking your human with me as well, thank you for your business.” Desman’s eyes grew in shock as the demon said this; he knew he had to make sure nobody saw jim as human.
Backing away slowly, the red haired man made his way away a corner and then, once he knew he was alone, sat down to concentrate. It was actually quite easy with the pitch silence that seemed to follow him everywhere in this place, not even the sounds of birds or crickets. Grasping his hand tightly to a fist, he thought about what he wanted, it wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be would be enough to help evade detection. Opening his eyes, the man’s face soon turned into a frown. ‘Ash…’
Desman sighed as he looked at the bruise colored face paint and remembered the reason he came here in the first place, also realizing how unrealistic the mission was. This place was a gigantic maze and he hadn’t even left the alleyways yet, it would be impossible to find a siguler person in it. ‘No, you can’t think like that. She’s your friend, you will find her no matter what. You have to! Even if it is extremely improbable…’
Instead of continuing his depressing thoughts, the human decided to continue on with his, admittedly not so great, plan instead. Moving the brush in his hands up to his eyes and closing them, he made a long stroke across his face. Tieing his hair back, he also wrapped the scarf around his head, leaving only his amber eyes and now blue skin visible; It was time to find Ash.
...Which turned out to be as hard as Des originally thought. A week, or at what least felt like one, had passed and there was still no sign of his companion, the only thing the guy could seem to find where sharp objects and trouble in the form of people being a bit to curious about him, one even tried to grab his scarf off him. Luckily he was able to make it seem like it was part of his body, but not even he knew how he managed pulled that one off.
As Des turned another corner, sweat dripped down his face, smearing the latest coat of face paint that had been put on. He didn’t know whether it was forming because anxiety, heat, or exhaustion, but at this point it didn’t matter, he needed a rest, but more importantly he needed to find… *crunch*
Desman gave a slight jump as he heard and got startled by the noise. ‘What was that?’ he thought to himself as he mentally debated with himself wether to find out or leave it be, eventually deciding upon the former. ‘I hope I know what I’m doing.’
Moving closer up to where the alleyway split off next, the human could start making out voices, probably those of the same people that made the sound from earlier.
"What's this?" A masculine voice growled, which turned into a slight purr. It sounded almost kitten-like. "Ohhh... What do we have here." The inflictions of his voice, while demonic still in nature as almost everyone had down here it would seem, were just enough to get the hidden human curious to look over. From the corner he could just see higher on the hill he was apparently climbing - perhaps that was why he was sweating so terribly - a figure on the ground and creature hovering over it.
He had to wipe his eyes to see clearly, smearing the layers of bruised-color paint onto his hands for the uncountable time. When his fist came back to his side he could see a spin covered creature, his body lean and scrawny without being any less intimidating than his companion. He had long everything, long horns, long nails, long tail, long spines, long wings. He was the color of mold, dandelion yellow, moss green, and sometimes black.
His friend was almost all the opposites. He stood low to the ground, fleshy, dark purplish-black skin. Blank white eyes, a thick beard that looked like it's been caught on fire once at least. He was snarling at the man's lustful purr when he also saw the figure. He stopped himself to look the woman over. "A lass, dat is. One I'd like to-"
"Shh!" The spine demon stopped him. Then as if he heard Desman breathing looked in his direction.
If he saw the scarfed man peeking in he didn't show it, then the spines rattled as he looked the other way, moving a bit to look down another alley. Desman took this moment to check out what they were inspecting, his heart dropped as fast as his jaw did. Her near-naked¶ form - her naked form too actually - would forever be burned into his memory. He would recognize that woman anywhere. He could feel his heart begin to race and his breath turned ragged as he realized by some miracle he'd found her.
The spine demon came back. "Help me take her in there." He leaned down as he explained while nodding towards the alley behind his companion, already grabbing for Ash's upper body. "Do it quietly, and we can share the spoils." He hissed, but with a tone that implied enough for even Desman to understand their dark intentions.
If he was hoping the dark-skinned man would object for moral purposes, Desman would be reminded how little those meant anywhere and even less here. The gruff man grew a wicked grin and hooked the hammer he carried onto his side and reached down for Ash's legs.
Before they could get much further than that, the human in disguise was already running into action. He was without a plan, but he couldn't stand by and watch what was about to happen. He was a hero, dammit! And he was far too attached to that woman to allow her to be violated so casually by these heathens! Without thinking about it, the not-so-red-or-little man snatched up the sword that laid on the ground still and formed the Energy Cutlass in his free hand and attacked.
The stout man was easily surprised by this and released the woman's legs to quickly backpedal into the alley for safety, but the spine demon was more of a defender type. The real blade bounced off his spines, making the mold-colored face real back with a snarl of anger before the energy blade came across his twisted face. Smoke rose from the bridge of the demon's nose before he dropped Ash's body and grabbed his face, revealing back as he cried out in pain.
Desman was a hero, but he wasn't stupid. He dropped his cutlass and before it could turn back into pure light, he had Ash's bloody and limp body thrown messily over his shoulder and was booking it the opposite way that he came. She weighs about as much as the sword in his hand, but it was the crisp silver blade that felt the heaviest to him. Later it would be revealed as the thing that lead to her defeat, maybe that's why it was so heavy in his hand. Or maybe it was simply because he's been fighting with a superior energy weapon so long.
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Ash's dreams have been but a blank darkness, at first even she thought she was dead. But slowly her conscious became conscious, still, she had no motivation to wake up just yet. She's been at this for a long while... And she hasn't had any sleep... Sure she's had a dirt nap or a nap in general. Not a stay in bed all night and morning because you've earned it sleep.
The sound of metal scraping against stone brought images of her descent to come back to her, the swirling black and red, and dark grey, the scorching pain, the humming in her chest as the sword clanged across the walls she bounced off. She thought strongly of taking the blade in her hand and faintly grabbed for the ultramarines sword that should be at her side, a weak twitch of her fingers.
The next thing Ash knew, she was being lifted into the air and onto something's strong shoulders. She felt a warm supportive hand run up the back of her shirt along her spine, it would quickly meet crusty dried demonic blood but find no hole through her body like there had been last time she was awake. It would find her warmth has returned to what has been a very cold body like some deity had spared her life after such a brutal beating. She could feel her body jerking with each step that the creature made, her stomach still tender from the large hole in it and her head pounded with each footstep.
There is a moment when you are aware, but not awake. Awake.. But unaware. Somewhere between there stood a woman with the wind in her hair.
Ash's tail was the first thing to move, it always was. It was the lightest part of her body and it moved effortlessly. It was her eyes that opened next, even if she looked blind she could see the ground whipping past her at an alarming but comforting speed. She could see a pair of long legs, however, they weren't her's. Not nearly as shapely or as revealing- first of all. She could see her long black hair bouncing in her vision that explained she was semi-upside down. That explained the headache.
All at once her strength returned to her, and she let the hands that hung from their sockets grab the man's - admittedly - impressive chest over his multiple layers, and lift herself up to face the person who was obviously kidnapping her. "Hey, there big guy~!" She purred, in about the same way the spine demon did. "Why don't you fuck off?" She suggested. Her voice drastically and very different from before. She then raised her hand into a fist and aimed an electric filled punch for his face.
Desman was shocked, both literally and figuratively, by the sudden pain that swept across his face. In the next instant, his hand left her body to cup his face where her fist had landed. “Seriously, what was that for!” He said from behind his fingers - and scarf - trying not to sound in pain but backing away from the woman he'd just saved. Like a cat, she had landed on her feet and looked as if she were about to pounce. Her sited on him. He felt cornered like he had no choice but to defend himself, so he lifted his hand, black lightning coursing across the smudgy hand.
Anyone could tell Ash was unimpressed by the look on her face alone. If that was his end goal, it wasn't translated very well. If he thought he could defeat her with her own moves, he was either so mad with his self-image, or this mystery man was so new to this he has copied her move without thinking. A wicked grin graced her mouth as she resummoned the quill, twirling it in her fingers like it was a switchblade trick. It landed in her hand, as ready as she was to kick his ass. She stared back into his amber eyes, but something inside her mind associated those golden irises with something else. Even if it is unclear what.
Desman watched her, trying to think of a way to explain the situation clearly. He waited until he thought she looked distracted to pounce, but apparently not distracted enough. His hand shot forward, but she was already reading his moves and brought the blade deep into his side. Unintentionally his hand found her breast. Both let out a cry - he was of pain, her's was of pleasure - before both were pushed away from each other. He stumbled back into yet another protruding spire from the wall, which immediately hooks into the shirt he was wearing, her dagger sticking out of his other side. The strangest sucking sensation could be felt, but he was distracted by his shirt being caught.
It wasn't Ash's style to just let a guy get away with man-handling her. Just ask her boss or multiple people who have tried, call up Detective Grayson he'll tell you. She could have walked away at that point, but there was a bit of a problem. Not only did this bastard have her dagger, but her souvenir as well. Rushing in she jumped off some discarded box and then off the wall to jump on his back, only to be caught off guard by the unusually blindingly white flesh of his chest as the shirt turned to shreds just as she jumps. Her force against the wall was more than she intended and needed, but her reflex was to cover her eyes and hope the blow lands. The man narrowing dodges this attack and grabs her by the ankle.
She ragdolls in Desman's grip, never hitting the ground because of his height but ends up swinging uselessly into place. Her skirt, already too short to hide anything, falls open to reveal her bright pink panties she'd put on without his knowledge. Desman had no intention of staring, but his bluish-purple smearing makes way for the bright red of his blushing face. She looked up at this, even as he strained to keep from dropping her with a blade in his side. She was prepared to kick him in the head now but stopped upon closer inspection of his well-defined body. Her hand reached 'down' to stroke the bloody ab her dagger was piercing, then something snapped in her and she reached between his legs and cupped his privates with confidence. He felt her groping his nether-region with the utmost care which lasted longer than a minute before she crossed her arms and twisted her body to face him more seriously. "Desman?"
She managed, just before they were interrupted by an implying that seemed was just resting until it noticed them. It looked on them with curiosity, noting the male had been staring a moment before. Ash glared at it and Desman stared at the thing until it became apparently uncomfortable with what was happening and nervously skittered off.
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Yuuka Kazami
es is like that one meme like... "How many levels of Omniverse are you on?"Revan Noctis : Desman what are you currently doing in the omniverse?
Desman Black: I'm faking an engagement to a sex deamon to stop two samurai I accidently summoned whipping them in half, while also trying to stop them from doing the same thing to my best freind who is currently having relations with said deamon, and wh has now accidently summoned his previous girlfreind. So you know... normal stuff