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Post by Adrian on Nov 1, 2008 23:13:28 GMT -5
He may have needed it but it would have been a waste.
"Sounds like how your cologne probably smells."
Alice replied with a hint of coquettish taunting, the kind associated with repulsion more than attraction. Even if some men who's thought lightbulb flickered would take it as a compliment. Or someone who was a walking petri-dish. Like someone who fit the description of Theordore's inner beauty.
"So are we going to do this t-t-t-tonight junior?"
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Post by Luka on Nov 2, 2008 0:16:26 GMT -5
"I d-don't wear c-cologne."
She was eager to start, was she? Well, alrighty then.
He stepped forward, the heel of his shoe making a slight squeaking noise against the smooth floor. His body blurred, re-appearing as his fist snapped forward in front of her face, something glittering between his fingertips. What it was exactly was unclear, but for now it looked as if Theodore was just intent on giving her an old fashioned suckerpunch. RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 2, 2008 17:31:30 GMT -5
Too bad for him she was no sucker.
Eventhough his body blurred, the fact her rather intmidating red eyes were not human lessened the distortion enough to keep track of him. Reflexes took over for the rest of her reaction. One flick of the wrist let a twirl of Body Ripper occur just inches from her face. If he continued that punch it would end much in the same fashion when a foolish younster stuck their hand into an electric fan.
"You do have blood running through your veins, right?"
Messy.
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Post by Luka on Nov 2, 2008 18:12:35 GMT -5
Did he have blood running through his veins? Well...what was today?
"Maybe." was the quiet answer as he watched with a rather dreamy look as his right hand was lopped off at the wrist. The appendage sailed through the air before landing on with a dull thump, sliding a bit across the smooth floor. The pale finger twitched a few times before it fell still.
A dark liquid spurted from the mangled end of his thin wrist, quickly staining the sleeves of his white shirt a dirty crimson.
"Owie..."
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Post by Adrian on Nov 2, 2008 18:30:59 GMT -5
If any of that spurting dark liquid attempted to land on her body with the intention of infection it would never work. A gift of hers controlled the blood of others when spilt by her own doings. Forced it to move any direction she wished whether that was into her mouth or into the eyes of an opponent.
Plasmakinesis.
But then came the most shocking, the most deadly of her abilities: the Soulier Effect. When in a certain proximity of her body, other living beings who were even of profound supernatural or scientific background found themselves unable to regenerate from wounds. Even a teensy papercut would not close up under a nanomachine band-aid. Blood simply would not even start to coagulate around her at all.
"Yeah that's right, move into the spinnin' blades darlin'. . . it's nice."
Just like a Vampire Bat.
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Post by Luka on Nov 2, 2008 18:55:20 GMT -5
WELL THIS PUT A DAMPER ON THINGS.
Teo looked down at his maimed wrist with displeasure, his mouth pressing into a thin downturned line. He looked thoughtful as the crimson liquid continued to leak from the wound, painting the floor with thick splotches. He watched it for quite a few seconds. But then again, maybe he could afford to.
"Th-that's n-not nice a-at all..."
So she was even more of a liar than he thought. . .
His gaze soon moved back to her and away from his wrist. He had really liked that hand too.
Something began to wriggle at the base of his wrist, poking out from the wound like parasites. It began with a few at first, then literally dozens of tiny little tendrils of black emerged. They wove together expertly until a hand was formed. Tiny droplets of red still continued to squeeze out from the exposed, newly-formed muscles.
His severed hand just continued to lay there, not doing a damn thing to help the situation.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 2, 2008 20:01:56 GMT -5
"Niether is a punch to the face."
Alice replied with a roll of her eyes before they found themselves somewhat rivited to the newly formed hand. In her mind this resembled regeneration, making her wonder exactly what dwelled underneath this young man. BUT DID HE HAVE TENTACLES? Many inhuman creatures held secrets that man both feared and envied. Women on the other hand might view them in an entirely different light.
Cutting through the silence with the deftness of Okham's razor through the concept of Time Cube, she attacked again. Body Ripper had a fierceness all its own due to the somewhat unique design. Plus the fighting style which would have to be worked in around it. Rotating in dexterous fingers she swung the blades in an arc toward his torso vertically in an attempt to split him from skull to crotch.
If Theodore could not evade or survive that. . .he was not worth her time.
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Post by Luka on Nov 2, 2008 20:44:22 GMT -5
Theodore lacked a girlfriend, so 'what lie underneath' the surface of this mysterious young man remained a mystery. For now, anyway.
The Body Ripper certainly was a fearsome looking piece of work. To be truthful he hadn't ever faced anything like this before. Which brought to mind another question. . .
Where was his bodyguard? There wasn't hide, hair, nor circuit of the stoic young man who normally accompanied the diseased scapegoat. But then again, were these two walking plagues actually related? No doubt, but how could he have aged so much in such a short amount of time?
No time like now though to test whether or not he really needed a bodyguard at all.
Theodore leaned back, his thin body bending as it was lead in the direction opposite of Alice by his newly formed hand. The ichor threads that formed the hand unraveled then, snapping out to plaster themselves against the floor. Like a cable they contracted suddenly, pulling the boy along with it and out of the immediate range of Body Ripper.
He landed in a crouch next to where the ichor had bonded to the floor. They rewound into the shape of a hand. Theodore tightened the fingers into a fist, a copious amount of red rivlets escaping.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 2, 2008 21:14:41 GMT -5
Alice never witnessed someone who could reform a lost body part in defiance of her natural ability. Not a biologically based opponent anyway. Machinery could regenerate however, if it had nanomachines or the like since it was not a fully living being. Without a doubt, for her Theodore had turned out a unique opponent to not only test her own skill against but also grant her the adventure she seeked.
Even as those ichor cables pulled him out of the immediate range of Alice's deadly blades she did not give up. Running right after him as he moved, not a huge amount of distance was allowed to build between them. Garouge's face wore a small smile that let the tiny edges of fangs poke out beyond her supple red lips. Not surprising really considering the amount of spilled blood existant in the hallway.
Speaking of which. . .
Blood from Theodore was actually moving along the floor once it had seperated from the Von Kampfer entirely. Plasmakinesis directed it in a way so that it would part from the path of the only other Agent in the Saint Organization. Yet one might suspect her power also had an ulterior motive to use this blood for aside from avoiding any slipping problems. For now it remained a mystery to all foreign to her thoughts.
Leaping into a twirl she came down toward the Horseman incognito with Body Ripper in hand. Garogue's momentum allowed a rather creative diagonal arc eith the weapon. In a way that somehow managed to not let him see up her stylishly decorated black leather skirt. Or did it? Either way she still intended to continue the fight.
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Post by Luka on Nov 4, 2008 18:19:14 GMT -5
The young man remained crouched down, almost appearing to cower before the female warrior. He didn't move until she leaped to attack. Kicking against it, Theodore forced himself into a slide over the smooth floor. His thin body twisted as he moved under her and he let out a low meow as he did so.
Facing her back now, Theodore flung his hands forward, filament-like tendrils of the black ichor snapping out like tiny whips.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 6, 2008 7:02:43 GMT -5
Landing on her feet in a crouch, not much time was given to the red-haired young lady before the tendril whip assault. But inhuman speed granted her the chance to react without getting damaged in the process. Garouge did NOT trust whatever substance those tendrils were made from. One hand remained visible to the son of Von Kampfer since it held her deadly weapon, but the other strayed away. The plan made itself known soon enough when the girl turned on her heels to face the imminent attack with her eyes closed. Meowing right back at him in a high pitched playful tone.
Plus a camera in her other hand.
*FLASH FLASH FLASH!!!*
"A little flash photography. . .takin' a picture of you."
Theodore had his picture taken three times in the hallway which had been completely dark due to a lack of natural light. Whether flashing him would work or not was up to the special features Isaak had put on this special edition re-released terror. But if it did work the tendrils would not find their target until he regained his sight. Even by then however, someone might have already sliced off the nasty little things.
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Post by Luka on Nov 9, 2008 0:53:05 GMT -5
As the bright flashes shredded the darkness in such a brutal fashion the young man let out a cry. His normal hand raised up to shield his eyes as they squeezed shut tightly. He staggered and the tendrils in the air seemed to writhe of their own accord. Like serpents they twisted and like oil in soap they broke apart the next second. Dark chunks rained down onto the floor, hitting the smooth surface with wet plopping sounds.
The young man cowered on the floor on his knees, his forehead pressed to the floor as his hands clenched at the floor. Had the light truly harmed him that much?
HAD HE NEVER BEEN FLASHED BEFORE?
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Post by Adrian on Nov 10, 2008 19:57:08 GMT -5
HE HAD NEVER BEEN FLASHED BEFORE.
Photgraphy held a part in this little assignment for a few classified reasons, but an open reason unveiled itself as an old hobby. Starting from a young age once diagnosed with a rough case of Bernard-Soulier syndrome. . . requiring two recessive alleles from each parent to even come about in her own bloodstream. Genes whose loci on the chromosomes dealt her a mean card in fate. . .wrote it in her blood to last a lifetime.
Out of the 22 pairs of autosomes and one pair of sex chromosomes, the 46, XX which made Alice resulted in a molecular developmental abnormality. The molecular basis is due to a defect in the platelet glycoprotein complex 1b-IX-V. Without this receptor, platelets cannot stick together and clotting does not occur normally. But at least she was compatible with survival, unlike those who wound up a monosomic, trisomic, or nullisomic embryo.
She found herself diagnosed as a young child, leading to exclusion from an physical activities with other kids of any age leading to an eventual decision to home-school Alice. From this came her love of photography since she learned so much about the outside world through pictures on the internet, in magazines or even television.
It gave her strong ambition to one day overcome her syndrome & have the adventureous life of a free-lance photographer. On top of that came the hyper-protection from anything which might injure her to the point of requiring blood transfusions. Unfortunately she ended up needing them anyway later on once her teen years began. . . since the inability to halt bleeding applied to everything.
By the age of sixteen she knew the Grim Reaper intimately as a vicious loan shark, he visited her once every month. It turned from the rush & excitement assoiciated with cheating Death to an annoyance shared with little yappy dogs. Needles lost any grip of fear on her that other had. . .it was a wonder she never turned to herione. Alice just wanted to escape from the chains she lived in, the pain of never being able to take headache medication since it lowered her blood's ability to clot even further. Every intrusuion upon her life built up into an urge to seek out an adventure to make this girl with a flat-lined life feel a pulse every now and then.
During one night of daring, she found more than she ever bargained for in a vampire. He found her quite easily, taking advantage of her condition to make the girl just another victim that turned out even easier to feed on than the average human. Killing her off revealed itself as a wiser decision once she turned, unleashing a new supernatural power into the ranks of vampirism. Paying the Vampire back for his kindness, she bled the Nosferatu to death while feeding on enough of his blood to make her no longer a fledgling of the night.
BACK IN THE CURRENT MOMENT. . .
Valiantly fighting against a Horseman proved either how tricky or clever this red-head behaved in battle. Pointing one of Body Ripper's blades to floor, fingers re-adjusted their grip for a continuous twirl in the reverse direction of Theodore's cowering form. Killing him turned into a possibility.
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Post by Luka on Nov 11, 2008 22:42:11 GMT -5
Taking into account that Leon Saint had actually yet to reach the Important Tier on the Tier List of People To Kill, Theodore had no clue about Alice's abilities and affliction. His body, eager to absorb a new disease, most likely had begun to figure it out. Although the crimson liquid leaking from between the black tendrils that formed his temporary hand continued to flow, it had been reduced to a slow trickle.
Of course. . .he would require a closer inspection for a more thorough analysis.
The boy remained curled up on the floor, his breathing fast and quick as would be expected for someone scared to death. But not of it.
Theodore's ichor-hand then suddenly but silently plunged into the surface of the floor through the shadow his cowering body cast.
Tendrils burst up from the floor beneath Alice then, whipping around swiftly as they sought out her limbs to latch on to. Small mouths opened on the surface of the tendrils. The little jaws snapped hungrily, their little razor teeth gnashing together like little bear-traps.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 12, 2008 6:52:18 GMT -5
It was one of those days one regretted not wearing a bat-suit.
Her current outfit did not cover a hundred percent of her flesh, a choice made to maintain a fashionable flexibility. Right now she kind of regretted that decision, feeling that in the future she might require a different outfit. Preventing Body Ripper from harming her in the process, Alice had to stop spinning it to slice those tendrils apart. Most of them anyway. Others did smack against her body however. . .they touched her physically.
Then came a new move.
Garouge started spinning Body Ripper again, rapidly to the point of surpassing most electronic table saws. Launching out of nowhere came an invisible blade borne on the wind that left a 2-inch deep gash in the Gallery flooring in its wake. It was aimed directly for the hand connected to the floor. Just a simple intention: to cut off the attack at the source. An attack of that magnitude could easily bisect a Human or Vampire. . . she'd seen it happen to them before.
But would she get infected now just through contact with the tendrils? Alice quite possibly had a genetic trick or two up her sleeve. One involving the simplest of normal human abilities: Karyokinesis or even Cyotkinesis. Unpredictability flowed from her as blood once flowed freely from Theodore.
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