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Post by Luka on Nov 13, 2008 0:05:51 GMT -5
If only the Saint had been here to witness what happened. Of course, it may not have been what he expected. The little boy Teo had managed to decimate a veritable demon lord with a simple friendly kiss. A kiss with a barrier in place. Namely, the boy's skin. What would happen to Alice now that she had been touched without that barrier in place? What sort of agony would she have to bear?
Not much, really.
One little snapping jaw made contact as it collected a 'sample' from the vampire woman, leaving behind only the usual "just like a bee-sting" sensation. Her cell division abilities might come in handy then to patch up the wound.
After that little nibblet was obtained, the other tendrils divided, pulling away in opposite directions like the ravenous little fighter jets they were. After the first diversional turn they swarmed together, forming tight groups to protect their little buddy as the bit of Alice's flesh traveled down it's long serpentine body.
After the little lump had been swallowed into the shadow of the floor that was their source, that left the room's occupants wittled down to Alice, Theodore and Theodore's limp wrist hand lying in the corner over there.
Oh yeah, and that big wind that Alice just cut.
I mean, the cutting wind.
The wind that was cutting toward Theodore!
'Anytime!' Theodore thought to himself as he pulled the tendrils attached to his wrist from the floor. 'Today!' Normally he wouldn't have been so worried but he didn't want to be downwind from Alice right now. The excitement coursing through his body right now was making things slow down, the adrenaline slowing the world down to a crawl.
'To-fucking-day!'
His hand was free and he rolled clumsily, nearly sprawling on the floor. He had managed to avoid the windy wake of what Body Ripper just ripped, but just barely. Theodore was left on his hands and knees again, breathing heavily, his dark eyes trained on Alice.
And was it just the pale light in the room, or was the boy looking particularly pale, more than usual right now?
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Post by Adrian on Nov 13, 2008 22:59:18 GMT -5
If he thought her broken wind was dangerous, one might wonder about when someone like Theodore cut the cheese. But he was going to learn a lesson tonight about the world INDEED: not to sample strange women in the night. At least not without checking for diseases first. . .but then again he seemed rather attracted to women with those.
"You this charming with all the ladies darlin'?"
Protein synthesis kicked in just then, a process beginning through translation initiation with a formation of a complex between mRNA and the initiator tRNA bound to the p site. Translation Elongation came next, the only kind Theodore could probably do, where the second tRNA entered the A site and a peptide bond formed between the two amino acids causing a di-peptide.
Now from the A site it moved to the P site with the uncharged tRNA leaving the ribsome through the E site. Up until the presence of a Stop Codon caused the translation termination. Every second of it happened even faster than Teo on adrenaline however sinc it was on a cellular level. . . a focus put into the blood.
Soon he would turn more than just a touch pale. . . as her wound healed.
Alice felt he reminded her of someone she could not quite place from her past. Odd really, since she knew so few people during her childhood. . . unless she tried to forget it all. Fingers on one hand moved into a rythmn. Lashing out against him openly only yielded small results so her tactics changed. Garogue knew what ever other young lady knew. . . to pick a man apart you had to attack him from the inside, at the heart.
Mutation. . .
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Post by Luka on Nov 13, 2008 23:37:34 GMT -5
Oh how cruel she was, to break a boy just because she can. A bad, bad girl. Being so careless with a delicate man.
Theodore remained on his knees, his face growing paler by the second. He was curling in on himself as if his stomach pained him. He kept his missing hand tucked close to his body, cradling the mangled limb.
Although his clothing was dark a scarlet stain was quickly spreading over the fabric.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 14, 2008 0:06:22 GMT -5
Despite her own intelligence, the girl did not quite fathom the entire set of rammifications of their encounter until just then. It was then she realized a few ulterior motives, how he tried to take a part of her to make his own. Cursed part of her no less. Memories drove a few pins into her spine, winding up gears while lovely moonlit pale legs moved beautifully toward the fallen Horseman.
Pale as death.
"I couldn't leave the house when I was a little girl y'know. . ."
Fangs poked out slightly from behind crimson lips which matched her hair. No time wasted to close the distance between them in less than two seconds during his weakness. Less than a second even. . .the night itself blurred in her fury's wake. Body Ripper came down hard on the poor, sickly boy who had three blades simultaneously hack away at his right shoulder. Sick was right. . . he was sick. . .a veritable disease. . . a walking PLAGUE.
". . .I was sick, but I never sneezed. Never coughed. Never felt like I had a scratchy throat."
Clutching the bloodied weapon in her hand she made a quarter-circle, to his side where she firmly placed a boot. Kicking him while he was down. . .tsk, tsk. But life had kicked her more than once like this psychologically. Bruises that never really went away, made her real sore with someone when they fiddled with important stuff. Viciously she disected him with blows capable of bisecting a normal human, or in her case any biological creature.
"Just needles and blood for a little girl. A human girl with very few friends. I wasn't born a monster. Only a freak. . . that boys like you wanted to try getting to know better. Meanwhile all the nice guys got snatched up by the normal girls. The kind that couldn't die from a paper-cut. . ."
Alice made them bleed all the same.
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Post by Luka on Nov 14, 2008 3:09:43 GMT -5
Theodore had intended to cry out in pain when the blade became intimately acquainted with his shoulder. But any cries he attempted were strangled when her boot greeted his stomach in such a lovely fashion that caused the lining of his stomach to split. Crimson dribbles escaped his gasping lips, droplets of all sizes decorating the floor until it was glistening.
The young man's body twisted beneath her foot as he scrabbled only far enough to roll on his side. He lie there, curled and spasming, shivering like the pitiful creature he truly was. He still didn't cry out when the blade began to rend his flesh. It wasn't until after she finished speaking that he attempted to reply.
His dark eyes found hers as he turned his head, peering at her over his hunched and bleeding shoulder.
"I know..." came his quiet, rasping reply. "I'm j-just like y-you..."
"B-but w-with one...d-difference..." he drawled out the last word, almost hissing like a snake, like someone about to tell a grand scheme.
A smile lit up his face then, his glazed eyes glinting with the madness that just couldn't be concealed. One he didn't care to conceal. Theodore was proud of what he was. Proud he could fulfill his purpose and be so helpful to his father's goal. What was he without it? Nothing. What other person aside from Isaak would have even given Theodore a second glance? No one. Who else would have bestowed on him such absolute power? Not a soul.
He was exactly as the bringer of disease was supposed to be. Unassuming. Unbiased. Unforgiving. Flawed. Unceasing in his sole function even as it brought to ruin all those around him. He would embrace anyone within his grasp, his touch being the final one they would receive.
The difference is..."
"I love it."
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Post by Adrian on Nov 14, 2008 8:49:42 GMT -5
"That so, daddy's boy?"
Her crimson coloured eyes focused on his glazed ones, giving an extremely unwarranted gaze of affection. But why affection? Women were the most mysterious creatures God had placed upon the earth sometimes, even though right now these two were not what one would think such a good Creator would want to exist. Mysterious ways continued to dominate the planet, leaving people to wonder why God did not speak openly as once had in biblical times.
So they would prove their worth through faith?
Rotating with the dexterity of a table saw in her hand, the Gifted Vampiress blurred over the still floor-ridden delicate man. Wrending the side of his throat open was the intention, to open a wound between the neck & the clavicle a few inches deep. Enough to hit bone? Perhaps she was trying to chip away at him until discovering where the blackness had come from. Yet when she struck downward into the floor attempting to drive a blade through his heart, it revealed what she really wanted.
To see if he'd survive, if the adventure would be prolonged.
Blood moved along the floor, a dark red gathering in a way that almost mimicked the dark tendrils which had come from Theodore. Spilt blood no longer belonged to the original owner around her. Alice took ownership of it. . . took control of it. For that reaseon the blood moved with a mind of its own to gather, possibly mutating in all sorts of ways since it was no longer entirely the blood of Von Kampfer's son. Contorting briefly into a humanoid shape it rose up only to stumble like a drunkard which collapsed on him.
Looked like the red-head did not want to feed upon his blood & had decided to give it back. Forcing it into those unhealing wounds so it could bleed out again. She would never be so mean as to bleed him dry. Down syndrome had a karyotype of 47, xx or xy, +21. Edwards Syndrome had a karyotype of 47, xx or xy, + 18. Patau Syndrome had a karyotype of 47, xx or xy, + 13. Three autosomal abornamlities all contained within DNA capable of striking any child just as Bernard-Soulier Syndrome had done to Alice, all compatible with survival. . .just only making it a bit harder.
Turner syndrome with 45 x, Klinefelter with 47xxy, Triple X with 47 xxx, Tetra-X and Penta-X with 48 xxxx and 49 xxxxx respectively. . .those were different abnormalities. Ones existing on the sex chromosome itself that were real mutations, not the kind that guaranteed a one-way scholarship to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Just where did the chances of having an innocent life go wrong end at?
"Then till death do you part."
If he loved it so much, then why not marry him to it?
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Post by Luka on Nov 15, 2008 1:49:16 GMT -5
It could be said that Theodore looked back at her with the same degree of affection. But just not the same type of affection. Likely not for the same reasons either.
Alice’s table-saw antics had left the floor surrounding Theodore littered with tiny bits of flesh and cloth. But apparently he still had one last act of defiance left in him for this round. Kicking one leg out he caused himself to slide, but it was a practically worthless move considering what ended up happening anyway. He was able to keep his head on, but not his heart.
His dark eyes followed the glinting blade as it plunged downward, the tip of it disappearing into his chest. His gaze moved then, slowly sliding back up in reverse. His gaze crawled up the blade and over the arm that held it and to the face of the person who had driven it in, and finally, right past her and to the ceiling. Even as the single most important life-giving muscle in his body was nearly split in two, the affectionate expression remained in place. At the very last moment it changed as his body slumped back, his thin body giving its final spasms. The rubber soles of his shoes squeaked as he kicked feebly at the bloody floor even though he knew full well that he was pinned to it. His back arched as the gentle affection turned to a look of ecstasy. The same sort of ecstasy on the face of Saint Theresa as her heart was pierced by the angel delivering God’s love to her in the form of an arrow.
His right hand reached up, his fingers pale and trembling as he gentle caressed the blade. At that moment the blood pumping from his body was still his own. Theodore’s fingertips left black trails along the blade of Body Ripper, the metal taking on a streaked, corroded look before his hand fell away, hitting the floor with a dull thud. His unblinking eyes continued to stare at the ceiling even as his blood was drawn away by Alice only to be forcibly replaced. But would it really remain in his body? It didn’t seem like it. The moment it was pushed back into his wounds it only began to make its exit once more.
Soon, a small dark lake formed beneath him, the sleeves of his shirt no longer white but black with blood. The dark liquid pooled around the small fragments of flesh left scattered across the ground. But just as the dark halo began to spread beyond the lifeless creature’s body, its advance suddenly ceased and the surface of it bubbled.
No, those weren’t bubbles: They were small mouths.
Countless mouths, as small as fingernails, each with fangs the size of sand grains, floated up from inside the blood puddle. Each mouth gnawed at the scattered fragments of Theodore’s torn flesh. They devoured the meat greedily, as if it were the most delicious delicacy on earth. Then, the sated mouths melted into the original pool of blood as if nothing had happened.
The blood that foamed around the blade in his chest took on a drastically thicker consistency as the same little mouths formed again, their tiny maws clamping down on Body Ripper as they set to work on it like little termites.
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Post by Adrian on Nov 20, 2008 19:10:52 GMT -5
Blood was the life, especially for Vampires who walked the night.
Right now an unprecedented event was occuring before her eyes with the mutagenic quality of Theodore's spilt blood. It had a life all on it's own. Kind of like John Carpenter's The Thing really, except this was the Theodore. However fascination did not take much hold when the Horseman forced pre-mature corrosion onto one of the three blades of Body Ripper. One day a new blade would definately be required as a replacement. But she had been told about the corrosion he was capable of before visiting this place.
Rotating her weapon so that a different blade pointed toward the floor Garouge plunged the weapon into his heart once more. For this occassion she decided to treat his heart like a one-time sunny-side egg, before scrambling it. This still left the blood however which had eaten of the Plague's body. Even now however her power over spilled blood still gave her a few trump cards to play. Ones which actually only could come into play against an enemy exactly like this one tonight.
Just sheer exhileration coursed through her veins at the thought of it. To use a power the body normally maintained in a state of emergency to keep the balance of homoeostasis. Or to even kill cancer cells. . . something Theodore radically resembled. Cancelling out the potential for reproduction or even cell division, she had chosen to cause blockage in the cells' receptors. Under these cirumstances Alice then came to use yet another fatal weapon through her Plasmakinesis as a coup d'etat:
Apoptosis.
Cell suicide. . .
Performed at the rate which cellular reactions occured within the blood of their originator, in this case. . .Theodore. On their own cancer cells were proven to be immortal, until something was introduced or induced which brought that to an end. In otherwords at the rate of a dozen cells a nanosecond the cells were committing suicide in a well-documented biological process used to defeat infection. Killer tiny fingernail mouths would soon cease to exist.
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Post by Luka on Nov 20, 2008 20:16:20 GMT -5
If the little mouths had any method with which to scream they may have utilized it before their squishy little jaws collapsed in on themselves. The bloody mixture began to writhe and shudder, a horrifying mixture of red and black liquid gushing out, making the lake surrounding the boy’s pale body even larger. The red was quickly leeching away to leave behind only thick black ichors that quickly massed together around Theodore’s body.
Without warning they surged upward, an appendage that looked like a mass of claws and fangs striking out at Alice in an attempt to rip her throat clean out. Their main goal was to drive her away from the prone body on the floor.
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Post by Adrian on Jan 23, 2009 10:30:48 GMT -5
She almost died right then.
Out of sheer awe brought on by her opponent, a brief glimpse was given of the real young woman underneath. Like any good actress she could employ a number of tactics to obtain her goal. . . like pretending to be someone else. But in the end it all boiled down to the girl inside who still had not grown up entirely. Just a little girl who was a prisoner of her own body, sentenced to veritable solitude. A hunger for adventure in her went to the depths of her bloodthirst, if not possibly deeper.
For a moment, witnessing a foe who had survived apoptosis brought her joy in one frightful package. No one had ever given her a fight like this one before. Tearing him down to this point had proved exhilerating while he tried to survive each assault until she had reduced him to this form. Ripped him apart until he turned into nothing but tooth, claw, & corrupted soul. It crossed her mind that perhaps they would be destined to do battle forever.
*WHOOSH!*
Swinging her primary weapon right into the charging mass, every bit of her inhuman strength went into the attack. One that looked like a panicked offense. Twirling the blade in her hand during such a timed arc, Garouge brought out the choroded blade to play. Not to mention dashing toward IT with what little space remained between them. Definately the move of someone unprepared for what cards had been dealt to her by the hands of fate. But that turned into a lie right before her eyes & whatever the Horseman was currently seeing with.
Curving the strike she drove the attack into the ground. . . if it succeeded. Impaling the mass which had surged toward her on the damaged blade, Alice purposefully broke it off into the National Gallery floor. A good few inches thanks to the momentum her strength built up. Once she had only two blades left on Body Ripper, the Vampiress believed the battle just had the stakes raised higher.
But this would only happen if her strike landed on target.
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Post by Luka on Jan 23, 2009 23:45:56 GMT -5
The young man's exposed skin was now as pale as death. Did any actual blood even remain in his body? That was unclear. Though if there was any blood left it would no doubt have been tained beyond the point of ever being able to serve as any kind of sustenance.
The black mass writhed and grew larger, as if pulling itself further and further out of the young man's body. By the time her blade reached the mass, it had grown to the size of a man, effectively swallowing up the little scapegoat's form beneath its own.
And her strike did land on target.
But the blade only sank in half way, becoming lodged in something half way through the mass. In the true dramatic fashion of a horror being unveiled, the mass twisted upward and broke away before being quickly absorbed by the being it had originated from.
The form standing before Alice was not the young man she had been dueling with, though they were the same creature. The Body Ripper was held steady in it's right hand, the long thick claws closing over it easily.
Its teeth were bared in a large what-could-be-called a grin, though it was more of a physical lack of any real lips to speak of. It grinned down at her as it tested her strength in a small struggle; slowly pulling her blade toward his body. No doubt her twisted joy had increased a dozen-fold.
His had.
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Post by Adrian on Jan 30, 2009 10:19:51 GMT -5
Her words came just as the blade hit something hard.
"You're every girl's nightmare I bet."
Just when she thought she had IT down for a few moments, this anomoly only continued to mutate further into a real monster. Promises of a TRUE battle from her employer finally felt fullfilled instead of just whispers in the dark. A fanged grin came through her lips, given much more beauty than his through default. Only from a general human perspective on such a trivial thing the eye so often beheld though. It only took some twisted mind to exist in the world for someone to see Plague as more beautiful than Alice.
Vampires really were a darker reflection of humanity in a way, showing what one would do with a sould already damned given immortal flesh. Would they feed upon the living? Or simply commit suicide since it could only do them a favor by sending their sould to a specific place in Hell? But one thing was for certain, he definately looked like something that fell under the category of Xenomorph.
"Can you turn into a pedophile Clown too?"
Not missing a beat, only a split second actually existed between her two different sentences in real time. Moving swiftly up from the floor with a gymnist's grace the girl went feet first. As a result of this two things happened:
Kicking in a sideways mule-style she intended to strike him hard enough to either seperate him from the blade or just send him flat on his back. One hand still rested on the main handle of Body Ripper despite the fact she didn't ACTUALLY need nearly that much support. In truth the girl's legs were much stronger than her arms. It came from all of the running she often did to & from various assignments. Endurance that went beyond human only allowed her to make that type of training more itense.
PLUS
Plague-Theodore ended up with an uncensored look up her skirt.
Was it flirtation? A distraction technique she thought would work? He was essentially supposed to be a male after all. Just a consequence of her attack choice? Only Garouge really had the answer to any of those questions. But at least she wore undergarments to match her elaborate outfit.
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Post by Luka on Jan 31, 2009 19:42:04 GMT -5
The creature responded to neither of her comments because, rly. Just, rly.
Despite being male, there was only one female creature that Plague/Theodore would ever bother pursuing. At this point in his functions, romance or physical lust had no point or place. He wasn’t a tyrant and Alice wasn’t his sister.
The creature's grip seemed to tightened slightly on the blade of Body Ripper, an action that would no doubt aid the girl in her retaliatory actions. At least for the moment.
One had to wonder though about the vampire girl’s bright-eyed employer. Making promises concerning battles and foes didn’t seem like something a saint ought to be doing.
As the girl’s body and her momentum went into the mule-kick, Plague wrenched the Body Ripper away roughly, casting it aside; possibly to knock her off balance. Able to use both hands now, his reprisal repertoire extended to more than swats. Both of Plague’s large clawed hands snapped out in an attempt to snatch up her ankles or feet and slam her to the ground. If he failed at least most of the kick would be interrupted.
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Post by Adrian on Feb 11, 2009 21:14:32 GMT -5
And she was indeed caught.
For the first time in their battle Alice took some actual damage as the strength of her opponent was unleashed. Before any human could blink they would have kissed the floor homicidally. Thankfully this girl had lost her humanity. . . what felt like a long time ago. Her arms folded at the elbows to absorb impact before bending her knees. Contorting into a briefly odd pose before making impact, a soft sound of pain left her.
Soon she would need to feed from something.
But with her elbows planted into the floor from her impact she now flexed her legs full force. The resulting move held a very high probability of sending him into the nearby wall. If he chose to take her with him a very well placed high-speed punch combo would likely land. She would not let this battle's tide turn so easily.
As for the questionable motives for the man who sent her into this suicidal situation. . . those were classified. Partially. Truth was that somewhere in the RKO's cyber-footprints a lone man had found a trail. How? A great deal of cross-referencing through a church library's computer database. Most men were interested in what produced vain Vampires that tried to steal skin after all. On top of that it only turned into a much more interesting dilemma when Theodore & Tres showed up in New York to provide 'assistance' in defeating a nasty Demon.
Both seemed to know who he was.
It probably came from his interactions with Nero. Another possibility came from a tracking of his snooping in their records. Perhaps tonight came from an urge to show these veritable terrorists that he did not always fight alone. Keeping a promise to provide a Vampire what she'd always prayed for might also factor into it. That . . . and his friends were rather dedicated to saving the human race. For that reason he wondered at why exactly anyone would show much interest in him unless they wanted to use him for a route to the more powerful people he ran in circles with. Saint was the weakest link in a way. . . he was human to the bone.
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Post by Luka on Feb 12, 2009 21:24:49 GMT -5
Plague was sent into a nearby wall, a web of cracks emanating from where his back struck the surface. No sound of pain escaped the creature, although another sort of breath did escape. It was a laugh.
Or what sound dared be associated with a laugh.
The creature’s clawed hands had released the girl when she gave her kick and now he was left standing alone against the shattered wall. Whatever expensive painting that had been hanging there was no more. With the sound of crumbling plaster, Plague separated himself from the wall, his spine popping as he straightened himself up to his full height.
He would need to feed soon also.
But on her? He didn’t know. Alice herself didn’t look very tasty…but what dwell inside her did.
As for the vampire girl’s employer – maybe it was a good thing he was human. They broke so easily...
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