02-25-2018, 08:19 AM
Quote:Level 1 throwdown in the Nexus. Let's go!
Word Limit: 800
Posts Per Player: 3
Time Limit: 72 hours (extensions are fine, just throw a heads up)
Judge: None yet.
Other Notes: There are a couple of stormtroopers by the fountain who may side with Viola (since Pennywise is the aggressor). They're mostly fodder and I'd rather they don't impact the fight judgement too much - although she does need every advantage she can get.
OOC Thread: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9732
Let's make this a good one.
It felt like hail cascading down her spine. The blue balloon gave off a deadly cold chill, the serene calm shattered like ice. Yet, tentatively, she reached out nonetheless. Her mismatched eyes met the clown's menacing yellows: piercing, deadly, they glared back. Akin to a cat sizing up its prey.
Every fibre of her being screamed at her to flee, yet bravely - or stupidly - she held her ground. Hoping, longing for the bubbly clown to return, to replace the fiend who stood before her.
Gently, her fingers curled around the string - frail. Her lifeline, and just as easily cut.
Claws, as white and dull as the Nexus sky.
Betrayal.
They carved through the dead air, slicing it. Fast. Swift. She didn't have time to blink
Time.
She needed time.
Time for something.
Time for anything.
To run away. To hide. To protect herself. To-
The world stopped. Halted.
Curled talons nicked the hairs on her outstretched arm, freezing the moment they touched her skin. She tried to scream, cry out in fear, recoil, flail - but she was just as still as her surroundings, her active mind locked within a frozen world. A prison of her own making. This was her power, her curse. Minutes, hours, days - how much time passed? She couldn't tell.
And those eyes. Those evil, vicious, glowing yellow eyes. They bore into her for every tantalising second of it.
Mentally, she took a deep breath, unable to do so for real. This was her reality, trying to hold it back was futile, childish, yet she’d tried anyway, delaying her grim future through sheer force of will. Reluctantly, she steadied herself, releasing her hold on time. This was going to hurt.
Swiftly and mercilessly, the grey-white razors gored into her flesh like butter. Forcing her eyes wide, taking in every detail of her defeat, she let out a silent scream. Her quiet voice breaking under strain.
She pulled away as best as she could, the hooks chewing and tearing, snapping through her wrist and ripping off chunks of juicy flesh.
Falling.
Her mangled limb clutched to her chest, ruptured arteries pulsed, spitting and spraying her life away.
Flailing, weak legs kicked out, gaining scarce traction on the sleek white floor.
Helpless.
Again the world shifted, as if submerging in jelly.
Claws, right leg.
Her leg glooped inwards, barely evading sluggish claws.
Mind beginning to burn, like lactic acid in an athlete's muscles, time resumed as normal, restored mana swirling through her veins. Amidst the crippling agony, power manifested within. She latched onto it, feeling it bubble and froth, drowning in potential while adrenaline wracked her heart.
Teeth, left foot.
The monster's skin rippled back, splitting its faux-smile into two. It snapped down, lashing out and biting, slurping up a black boot, her tight-clad foot slipping away. A rumbling growl resonated within Its throat as It towered over Its prey, spitting leathery shreds.
Claws, right shoulder.
Viola scrambled, her back hitting the dead fountain with a faint thump, knife-hands sending a rush of air past her face from their near-miss. She kept kicking, pushing off the floor, desperately trying to move further away. And then-
Ktch-Clang.
Two familiar floating blades, both a brilliant blue matching her hair. Crossed, stalwart and protecting. Glowing vibrantly, they cast a soothing light over Viola, parrying another strike. Catching Pennywise off guard, the swords snapped - like scissors. Quick and sharp, the counterattack propelled the clown back, slicing thin lacerations across Its chest.
Pssshhew.
One red bolt -
Pssshhew.
- followed by another seared into the beast, tarnishing Its outfit and peppering Its congealed flesh with light burns. A third shot fired, and then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, and -
She should have helped them. Screams and shouts rang out through the air. Hisses, laughter, and the vicious cracking of bone. Viola merely cradled her arm, hugging it tightly. Scraps of skin dangled off, like a half-torn cheese string. Blood pumped and throbbed, sticky, red, pooling out of the wound, soaking her fine silky clothes. Content it was them and not her, she hid in plain sight, blades brandished protectively, deterring It from coming back her way while clinging to the vain hope the two soldiers would be able to defeat It.
Hacking and coughing, speckles of blood dripped down her tongue, filling her mouth with the tangy taste of iron. Tears trickled down her cheeks. With every drop, she told herself it would be the last. That she would pry herself to her feet. That she would do something. Anything. If she died or fled, there was no telling how many others would meet the same fate. Tortured, mutilated, butchered, murdered. She grit her teeth, pain, fear, anger. She could not let that happen.
Quote:800 words. Viola has her Aetherblades (two floaty swords) summoned and has lost her right hand. Pennywise has some minor slashing wounds and some minor laser injuries from the stormtroopers. Minor clarification on Timekeeper. Only Viola sees time as moving slowly when she uses it. To Pennywise everything is normal. Over to you, Jade.