04-27-2017, 02:02 PM
As the demon who comes when people calls it’s names looked at the rest she felt a sense of regret. If she didn’t have such painful memories of her past she could perhaps let Yu talk about it, but given how she caused so much pain. She wasn’t willing to give them the chance to threaten her people. She talked to herself quietly as she waited for the others to be ready to head out. “Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice well who am i kidding there won’t be a second time.”
As she closed her eyes and let the voices in her head wash over her they started to get bitter. “You know the first step to change is knowing the problem . . . that's good you took the first step but can you continue walking? I think not.” her breath grew ragged as she talked to herself in a hushed voice. “I’ve changed.” She heard the voices grow louder and stronger. Stupid, demon, genocidal freak, megalomaniac they grew worse and louder still.
No one loves you or cares about you, not even your subjects. You are a mistake, a glitch and yet you still wonder how good it would feel to kill them all . . . to even free the lord of terror. Once again she spoke quietly in angst. “I . . . I have changed, If Tin-man thought i could change then why can’t I?” Because your sins will never make you any better. She opened her eyes and sighed. She felt that everyone was looking at her but that was not the case in reality.
She knew that if she saw Asriel she would run away from him. The pains of the past were still fresh. And her death still hurt, hours of pain to free the monsters from the underground all in vain because of humanity's fear of something better, stronger, and faster than them. She saw some tears drip down onto the ground. She whispered to herself. “You don’t know me, my life, for humanity defiles anything they touch."
When the earthquake happened, she jolted out of her thoughts and began to head with the others to the base of operations in the Pale Moors for Nebula’s forces. She got off her horse once the area came into view and saw that there were wooden spikes that were taller than most men with a single dirt road in and out of the fort. A few guards were stationed by the gate of sorts with glaring red eyes. She shuttered as she got off her horse and took the omnilium from it.
She moved on foot with the other people after talking about the battle plan with the others and waited for the sign to go. It did not take long as Revan moved towards the guards to strike
As she watched Revan attack the first guard she looked at the wooden spikes. Everything was a blur as she felt her body tear at the seams trying to end its corrupted life. She jumped after moving away from the wall a bit and ran to gain speed, and used the momentum to teleport above and over the spikes.
She felt the ground under her feet and pulled her knife out of a sheath, and had the chef’s knife in a back stab position. “Forgive me if i go crazy from the love i gain.”
She rushed one of the guards catching him by surprise and cutting the jugular and stabbing the head for good measure. By the time she had taken out the first of her targets; a guard and a person had taken their place. They forced her back fighting in unison the guard swinging a axe much like the one Dogamy had, while the blacksmith by the look prepared to swing a crude sword to protect the other.
She ducked under the axe as it would've sliced her head off and killed her. She ran forward changing the way she held the knife to a sword grip and swung at the axe wielding guard only to be repealed by the blade of the sword. “God damn it.”
The crude sword was swung and almost shattered when it hit the knife. The axe wielder laughed as he swung with vigor aiming at her leg. The thick iron blade hit the dirt as she dodged to the side quite clumsily and then began to stab over and over the guard to make sure they were dead. She picked up the axe and tested its weight as she comically held the fire-axe after sheathing the knife. Sure the Axe was a unusual weapon for her due to not having any training with it but it would do for now.
She swung clumsily due to it being much heavier than her knife. Though she did get hit she returned the blows, till each person fell by her blade. And she carried her axe by dragging it on the ground much like a horror killer would. She broke off from the rest of the group to do her chaos to get the others a clear shot to the law house. She trudged past the ruined houses sighing as she would of wanted to keep these houses for her people but in this state it was not probable to be fixed.
She saw a couple of people living here rush her each with a pair of combat knives at the ready. She readied her axe to swing horizontally but dropped the axe when one of them slammed into her and crashed into a nearby building. “Ow, can you not?”
The demon bristled with anger at her ignorance. She cleanly pulled the knife out of the sheath and got up grinning with cruelty. “I’ll gut you both like fish now.”
She strided forward as one of the two civilians ran at her screaming a battle cry. The genocidal maniac pointed her knife stiffly, at the assailant causing it to turn bright red. She then “painted” several slashes in the air stopping at five and firing them at point blank range at the person. The other one crouched to the ground tense and ready to pounce at a moment's notice. “You don’t understand why we do what we do. We will liberate the Omniverse and free everyone.”
Chara sighed as she rubbed the wooden handle of her chef’s knife. She could wait for this crazed follower of Nebula to attack. She sat down and pulled out the chocolate bar eating it slowly. She knew that she would probably die as she mulled over her deaths and low points. It happened how many times now? There was Dante’s Abyss where she drowned not her greatest moment. There was Cyborg and Claptrap who beat her, also a low point in her career. Outside the omniverse there was her suicide (Quite painful) her second death because of humans. And the things THEY did.
She got up and put the three fourths of a chocolate bar back in her bag and saw that she was surrounded by five new people. She tipped her head to the side as she talked bluntly. “I wonder if you six even bleed? I wonder if you have souls worthwhile?”
She threw the bag at one causing the one to drop their weapon grabbing the sack. She teleported right next to him and slashed her knife across the body diagonally for greatest damage.
The others rushed in though one might cut her or bludgeon her but she retaliated with greater vigor. One by one each assailant fell to her knife though not without a price to pay. Her sanity is as unstable as it’s strained, her fight to stay sort of pacifistic was failing. She decided to head towards the courthouse.
As she closed her eyes and let the voices in her head wash over her they started to get bitter. “You know the first step to change is knowing the problem . . . that's good you took the first step but can you continue walking? I think not.” her breath grew ragged as she talked to herself in a hushed voice. “I’ve changed.” She heard the voices grow louder and stronger. Stupid, demon, genocidal freak, megalomaniac they grew worse and louder still.
No one loves you or cares about you, not even your subjects. You are a mistake, a glitch and yet you still wonder how good it would feel to kill them all . . . to even free the lord of terror. Once again she spoke quietly in angst. “I . . . I have changed, If Tin-man thought i could change then why can’t I?” Because your sins will never make you any better. She opened her eyes and sighed. She felt that everyone was looking at her but that was not the case in reality.
She knew that if she saw Asriel she would run away from him. The pains of the past were still fresh. And her death still hurt, hours of pain to free the monsters from the underground all in vain because of humanity's fear of something better, stronger, and faster than them. She saw some tears drip down onto the ground. She whispered to herself. “You don’t know me, my life, for humanity defiles anything they touch."
When the earthquake happened, she jolted out of her thoughts and began to head with the others to the base of operations in the Pale Moors for Nebula’s forces. She got off her horse once the area came into view and saw that there were wooden spikes that were taller than most men with a single dirt road in and out of the fort. A few guards were stationed by the gate of sorts with glaring red eyes. She shuttered as she got off her horse and took the omnilium from it.
She moved on foot with the other people after talking about the battle plan with the others and waited for the sign to go. It did not take long as Revan moved towards the guards to strike
As she watched Revan attack the first guard she looked at the wooden spikes. Everything was a blur as she felt her body tear at the seams trying to end its corrupted life. She jumped after moving away from the wall a bit and ran to gain speed, and used the momentum to teleport above and over the spikes.
She felt the ground under her feet and pulled her knife out of a sheath, and had the chef’s knife in a back stab position. “Forgive me if i go crazy from the love i gain.”
She rushed one of the guards catching him by surprise and cutting the jugular and stabbing the head for good measure. By the time she had taken out the first of her targets; a guard and a person had taken their place. They forced her back fighting in unison the guard swinging a axe much like the one Dogamy had, while the blacksmith by the look prepared to swing a crude sword to protect the other.
She ducked under the axe as it would've sliced her head off and killed her. She ran forward changing the way she held the knife to a sword grip and swung at the axe wielding guard only to be repealed by the blade of the sword. “God damn it.”
The crude sword was swung and almost shattered when it hit the knife. The axe wielder laughed as he swung with vigor aiming at her leg. The thick iron blade hit the dirt as she dodged to the side quite clumsily and then began to stab over and over the guard to make sure they were dead. She picked up the axe and tested its weight as she comically held the fire-axe after sheathing the knife. Sure the Axe was a unusual weapon for her due to not having any training with it but it would do for now.
She swung clumsily due to it being much heavier than her knife. Though she did get hit she returned the blows, till each person fell by her blade. And she carried her axe by dragging it on the ground much like a horror killer would. She broke off from the rest of the group to do her chaos to get the others a clear shot to the law house. She trudged past the ruined houses sighing as she would of wanted to keep these houses for her people but in this state it was not probable to be fixed.
She saw a couple of people living here rush her each with a pair of combat knives at the ready. She readied her axe to swing horizontally but dropped the axe when one of them slammed into her and crashed into a nearby building. “Ow, can you not?”
The demon bristled with anger at her ignorance. She cleanly pulled the knife out of the sheath and got up grinning with cruelty. “I’ll gut you both like fish now.”
She strided forward as one of the two civilians ran at her screaming a battle cry. The genocidal maniac pointed her knife stiffly, at the assailant causing it to turn bright red. She then “painted” several slashes in the air stopping at five and firing them at point blank range at the person. The other one crouched to the ground tense and ready to pounce at a moment's notice. “You don’t understand why we do what we do. We will liberate the Omniverse and free everyone.”
Chara sighed as she rubbed the wooden handle of her chef’s knife. She could wait for this crazed follower of Nebula to attack. She sat down and pulled out the chocolate bar eating it slowly. She knew that she would probably die as she mulled over her deaths and low points. It happened how many times now? There was Dante’s Abyss where she drowned not her greatest moment. There was Cyborg and Claptrap who beat her, also a low point in her career. Outside the omniverse there was her suicide (Quite painful) her second death because of humans. And the things THEY did.
She got up and put the three fourths of a chocolate bar back in her bag and saw that she was surrounded by five new people. She tipped her head to the side as she talked bluntly. “I wonder if you six even bleed? I wonder if you have souls worthwhile?”
She threw the bag at one causing the one to drop their weapon grabbing the sack. She teleported right next to him and slashed her knife across the body diagonally for greatest damage.
The others rushed in though one might cut her or bludgeon her but she retaliated with greater vigor. One by one each assailant fell to her knife though not without a price to pay. Her sanity is as unstable as it’s strained, her fight to stay sort of pacifistic was failing. She decided to head towards the courthouse.
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