Zone D -- The Foam

[Dust]

Dust's hand lifted out of the water once more, nails elongated, darker than black, and they crash into the wood digging deep lines into the beautiful wood before catching firmly into the softer stuff; with it a wave of water that splashed across the deck before slipping through the cracks and clatter against the rocky waves of the ocean below them. With his good arm, one handed push ups were nothing and he lifted his bulk half way before Dust's 'bad' arm shot up and grabbed the hand rails. The perfectly placed bandages that were done by Tamsin had all but been washed away by the swim here, Vic's acute sense for the smell of blood would be triggered as thin streaks of the human's blood trails across his highly toned muscles as salt water falls from his smooth skin. He pulled his soaking body up to the top of the railing, the bag looking so sad on his back, and his dark locks were drenched and dangled in his face. When his head tilted up the gray eyes caught the creature with a fierce and determined look. It felt exactly like looking into the eyes of a wolf looking for a fight before he died.

Vic's eyes almost mirrored them.

The sea water continued to agitate the wounds the ice fairy had left him, quarter inch holes all along his left side, open to the elements, soft outer edges from being submerged in water, pale pink centers, but the smell of blood was still fresh. His fight had happened mere hours ago and the wounds hadn't had time at all to heal.

He climbed over the railing when half of his body was over the top, he twisted like a gymnast so that he could land on his feet and face his foe. Standing there before the creature, it was almost looking at a mirror. The wolf inside him clawed at his chest and begged to be let out, whatever coming to the omniverse did to him, however, wouldn't give the lycanthrope inside satisfaction. This.. This was what had called out to him from the center of the city. This is the thing that beckoned him so far. A hunger curled Dust's lips into a grin and squeezed a chuckle out of his throat. "Don't disappoint me."


Dust shrugged off his bag, the wet thing dropped like a body off his shoulder, but Wolf caught it in his hand and then shoved his clawed fingers into the unopened pocket and ripped it open catching a pill in his hand, then popped it like he had a headache. Then he tossed the wet and bloated bag, with it the only prize he had, onto the wooden floor. It doesn't even bounce, it just crumples lifelessly.

"Let's fucking do this."

Dust used Pup's Claw;
Dust takes Soldier's Pills: Gives +1 in Every stat for one fight.
ATK: 4 + 1 (5)
DEF: 2 + 1 (3)
SPD: 2+ 1 (3)
TEC: 2+ 1 (3)
Dust Challenges THE FUCK out of Vic Hendy.

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face

Dust vs Vic Hendy

Word Limit: 800
Posts Per Player: 2
Time Limit: 20 hours 
Random Elements: On

Dust issued the challenge and posts first.

Timer starts now.

[Dust]

There was a silence as the pill took a moment to kick in, he didn’t feel any different yet Dust could feel it was working. The water still managed to run off him from one place or the other, he was able to ignore the new chilly sensation from the early morning air around his wet body. He wore swim-trunks, so the water just collected in the hem against his knees and pitter-pattered against the darkened wood; occasionally landing on the tops of his feet. Water dripped from his shoulder-length hair in front of his face and their eyes remained trained on each other.

From inside the safe house one of Karl’s drones fixated on the two, the lenses adjusting to take in every detail perfectly. There was no one there to pull the trigger on the starting gun, but they both heard it internally at the same time.

In a flash of blinding speed, where Dust had once stood with polished posture, now only was an empty puddle of sea water.

Dust was on him in an instant, ‘Spades’ was no stranger to battle as his ruined shoulder would testify, but it prevented him from going claw to claw properly with Wolf. He caught Hokori’s hand in his, intertwining fingers like they were embracing sisters, but the dislocated arm did nothing to prevent Dust from thrusting his sharpened claws into Harlan’s clavicle. The vampire gritted his razor sharp teeth in a bluff, but the true lycanthrope of the two twisted his hand to dig the claws in deep enough to elicit a howl of pain.

Wordlessly, he ripped his hand free of the cold flesh Dust had dug it into, the precious crimson colored life arched springing up in the air behind his claw.

Not willing to watch this man shank him with the midnight claws, Hendy let go of the hand to strike out next. Dust took a step back to avoid it and then thrust his arm upwards to take a swipe at the gangster’s face. The two seemed evenly matched as they pawed at one another, blocking and countering with each swipe. The speed of the exchanged blows were mind blowing and the man with one arm available felt pressured to do twice as much work.

Duking it out, their steps slowly lead them around the veranda. They unknowingly circled around a large family sized metallic table, its faded yellow paint chipping away in flakes which most likely had been scattered to the wind. The large patio umbrella still sat in the center, unopened and sun-bleached. Eventually they left the merry-go-round and inched closer to the room beyond the broken doors.

Neither seemed to notice the change of scenery as they ducked and dodged into the room. Hendy felt his fingers slip through the stranger's dark hair several times but often only had strands of it between his fingers to show for his efforts. Dust’s dark nails tended to merely graze fur covered cheeks, leaving lines in the red mane momentarily before the swift whip-lash level of bobbing heads fluffed it out again.

Abruptly, Harlan took a gamble to slash at the half naked man’s chest screaming out, “ENOUGH!”

Hokori pushed back into a shelf, narrowly avoiding the sharp moon shaped claws. He was ready to go immediately, however in the next second the other beast was on top of him. Claws cut into the back of Dust’s shoulder as Vic grabbed it and pressed to hold him still for a fierce chomp. Dust only stared back, unfazed by weak intimidation tactics and flimsy threats.

Hendy’s lips peeled back from his fangs as he snarled at the defiant man, just before something blunt and heavy crashed into his face. Harlan stumbled back across the cramped room and into a table, tasting blood on his tongue, thick with the taste of magic. He knew it to be his own. He spat at the ground and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

When he looked up Dust hadn’t moved, keeping one hand on the shelf for balance, the other one held a half existing ashtray. The missing half was in pieces on the ground, glass shards littered the spot on the floor where he’d been standing, along with the remains of past smoke breaks.

Victor grinned at first and then began to laugh, a deep thunderous laugh of pleasure. “You got spunk, kid!” He complimented, in a loud short breath. “It’s almost a shame to kill you.” He threatened, his voice low and slow as he flicked the tail behind him. The flame that danced on the end of the lion tail was about the only light they had in here, until a fire appeared in his paw. “Damn shame..”

798/800 WordCount
Just a reminded, Dust has +1 to all his stats for this fight due to a Solider Pill taken when he challenged Higgs. (5/3/3/3)

Two men, one hut, and a lot of fluff.
Dust and Vic get handsy with each other, Dust even got knuckle deep.
After having enough, Vic tries to take a bite out of Dust, but gets hit up side the head with a slightly used ashtray.
Vic begins charging up Fira(RED's Profile), ready to burn the place down, but that ain't going to scare Dust.

Your move, Babe. (w/Love)

[Harlan Higgs]

Harlan snarled and flung the ball of flame towards his opponent, the youth moving fast enough to dodge it. A rack of souvenir T-shirts went up in flame, smoke starting to fill the room. "You came all this way, just to tangle with me? Gotta say, kid. You're either real dumb, or real ballsy. Game's already over." Without warning, he dropped to all fours and charged, tossing aside racks and chairs as he dashed towards the youth. Dust watched Harlan come at him, the big lumbering beast coming slowly enough for the man to skip to the side almost lazily and perch upon a railing as the wolfbeast slammed into a flimsy wall.

Harlan snorted in anger and pain, trying to clear his head. This wasn't how he fought. Charging about, slicing and biting like an animal. This form had too much of the Beast in it, and with that pill the kid had taken, the Ravnos would need to outsmart his now stronger foe. He turned, only to see the handsome man coming at him once more, his black claws outstretched for another ripping slash.

The vampire took the hit along his side, slices opening up in his flesh as Dust struck him again. But this time, Harlan wrapped his claws around the man's arm and growled, yanking hard and using his own momentum to sling him back into the far side of the gloomy store. Wasting no time, the beast followed his target back inside and twitched his clawed hands into the eldritch symbols that only he knew, combined with his powers. Thick, cloying darkness began to spread throughout their battleground, the illusion of a night lit by no moon lending a more even fight to the already heavily wounded Ravnos.

This was his strength...confusion, fear, uncertainty. A quiet shuffling as he repositioned himself, Dust getting up from his haphazard journey back inside the safehouse. The Dying Star paused, listening intently as he closed his eyes, sight useless in the gloom. But he had other ways to pinpoint his prey, other things to rely on. The man's nostrils widened as he sniffed the air, Harlan holding his breath in the darkness. A subtle, metallic noise echoed off the wall that the beast was leaning against and....there!

Dust turned and ran towards Harlan's still form, murder in his eyes as he prepared to unleash another devastating salvo of slashes. Wait! No! There was something, something that was wrong about this maneuver. He tried to remember the smells, the sounds, desperately sensing what it could be. But what the true werewolf had failed to notice as he rushed up to his opponent (leaning so casually, like he was prepared for his eventual discovery) was the glistening barrel of Harlan's Colt Python, gripped unsteadily in long clawed fingers, the trigger guard biting on his index. Still, though. The gun worked.

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

The youth felt the lead ripping through his abdomen, Harlan's madly grinning furred face lit up in the muzzle flashes as he emptied the revolver into Dust's gut. The force of the bullets that had hit him (it felt like so many), threw him off balance, making the youth stumble, his eyes wide in shock. Harlan didn't relent, dropping the useless, empty firearm and rearing his good arm back for a devastating haymaker. Dust went flying backwards, crashing through the timbers of the safehouse wall and rolling onto the veranda. Again, Harlan was on him, not even leaving him enough time to bleed. He drew back a furry foot and kicked viciously at Dust's ribs, the youth's hand shooting out to grab the other leg and dig his claws in, slicing through Harlan's Achilles.

The wolfbeast roared through the pain, and limped backwards, bleeding from his wrists, torso, leg, all over. Pulling back his lips into a snarl as Dust got up, he started to weave the symbols of illusion once more. But this time was different. Blood flowed from his wounds, glowing and evaporating into a dark purple-red mist that began to coalesce around Harlan's wrists and Dust himself. "I bet you got a lot of demons, kid. Why don't you say how do you do to 'em?!?" The vampire roared as he let the spell go, a loud roaring shriek filling the air as the mist got thicker and thicker, swirling into a savage vortex.

753 Words, according to Site.

Harlan threw the Fira spell and missed, then charged and missed again.
Dust tangled with him and forced him out onto the veranda.
Harlan tanked a nasty slice and Irish Whipped Dust back into the store, following him and using the same darkness illusion he used on Mad Bull.
Dust managed to pinpoint Harlan, but not before the Ravnos draws his gun and empties it point blank.
Dust goes flying out onto the patio again and slices up Harlan's legs.
Harlan uses the last of his SP to cast T1 Super Attack: Chimerstry- Waking Nightmare (1 SP, 0/6 Remaining)

[Dust]

It would surprise people to know how little a twenty-something man regrets given his relatively twisted past.

It's unclear how you are chosen, but once forced to live the life of a contractor you gain incredible power, a ritual required for given power, a code name, a satellite, and a new life full of death. Dust has killed a lot of defenseless humans, mercenary contractors, several people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and even his own step-mother who raised him for sixteen years.

And yet, his curse was also his shield. Under the protection of that same title, Dust was able to spill the blood of so many while maintaining a veil of apathy towards their pleading desperation and panic. He’d been the stone-cold killer that the circulating stories rumored all contractors to be; his sins were null and void, his consciousness, clear and free, and his morality untainted.

So, when the magical screaming storm sprang to life and spun around him violently it was hard pressed to find anything to feed upon. Dust lifted his arms to guard his face, expecting the wailing banshees to toss him off the deck and into the choppy water all around them. Surprisingly he stood. Glancing over, his guard dropped after seeing an old face.

Drake had always seemed to embrace the stereotypical vampire image. His black hair long on top and faded around the back of his skull, his skin was so pale from nightly missions that kept him out of the sun, his body slender and plain. Closed lids, only to open very slowly to show shadowed voids instead. It was disturbing to say the least, but hearing his old enemy's voice left a lasting impression. “Make a wish..” Eyeless, he still produced a sad and tired look. “...Freedom..”

Ice magic formed around Drake, five crystallized spears impaled Dust through his already holy torso before melting away… The pain was real, as real as it had been if Drake were dealing the damage himself from beyond the grave. Dust just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to will the sorcery away. Through the racing winds he heard her voice...

“Star Dust.” It was as clear as Tamsin’s had been and reaching deep into his heart. Eyes flashed opened to see a woman in front of him whose whereabouts were lost to him. Her long blonde hair fluttered behind her head as she looked up at him with the same neutral face she had worn when convincing him to come with her months ago. She reached out as though expecting him to take her hand, eyes shinning truthfully. 

Back then the attempt at friendship was lost on him, but as he retraced his steps in that instant he realized now that she was offering him kindness. His hand reacted on its own as he reached out for her.

Behind him, the shadows of a spell formed once more. A hulking beast rose up behind the unsuspecting - distracted even - man. The ears pointed to the sky, the eyes were slits of white and the looming creature was covered in deep maroon fur. If Higgs could see it, he might even think it was his artefact altered form, but it was the wolf hidden deep inside Hokori which appeared. It towered over the already impressive height of its host and only grew bigger. The imposing wolf formed behind solider 389 and the waiting woman. Before Dust could even turn to face the beast, eight claws drove themselves into his shoulders, leaving an 'X' across his back

SW-808 yelled out in pain and fell through the vortex as the winds dismiss into wisps of smoke, drifting into the air and mingling with the fire’s dark plumes. 

No normal man could ever hope to survive being pumped full of lead, punctured by the icy spires of the past, slashed by his own clawed daunting destiny, and get back up again. He'd won.

Except the victory was short lived as Spades watched the large man's hand twitch before it moved into place, palm on wood Dusty Star lifted his dead weight from the damp wood and back onto his ruined feet.

Blood poured out of new and old wounds as Wolf looked Harlan in the eye. “No.. Just one..” He remarked, then grinned. 

Right before the vampire's eyes, Lycan's jaw grew thicker and his teeth reformed into sharp fangs. The gangster knew of at least one creature that could withstand this kind of punishment and could also transform, the realization was alarming. In another flash of inescapable speed he was tackled to the ground forcefully, above him Dust's maw burst open before the jagged teeth cut through his meaty shoulder, ripping out a large piece of it.

800 words by WordCounter - Big finally.
Dust doesn't do regret or fear, not directly. But inside him is a wolf ready to consume him once more. Deep inside he doesn't want to go back to the way he was..
-Dust uses Play Dead - its not an actual move, he just crashes into the veranda after eating the damage like a champ.
Then he gets up and reveals that his inner wolf is the only demon he has.(Survivals save my ass!!)
-Dust uses A Pup's Bite to damage Vic's good shoulder, and reveals that his inner wolf to Vic. (Say hi to YOUR demons)

That's all she wrote~!
Absolutely loved writing this, btw.
See ya on the other side. xD (w/Love)

[Karl Jak]

(It is Day 6 - Early Morning)