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trans_92010-11-01 02:37 pm
craaazyisland) wrote in trans_92010-11-01 02:37 pm
Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: veronica rising,
- angie spica,
- billy cranston,
- claire redfield,
- devlin levin,
- dustin brooks,
- irma lair,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jayne cobb,
- katara,
- leon s. kennedy,
- luis sera,
- luke skywalker,
- miku hinasaki,
- nanoha,
- negi springfield,
- queen nanashi,
- renne,
- spider-man (younger),
- steve burnside,
- tsukasa kadoya,
- wash,
- yzak jule
The Rebirth of Veronica (Phase One)
[ooc: PLOT POST IS HERE! Read it!]
He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.
Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.
He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.
She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.
They would all die.
He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.
Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.
He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.
She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.
They would all die.
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Rather than give him that chance she leapt from the building edge, aiming another kick at his other arm on her way down.
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The kick loosened his grip on the wall and sent him crashing down to the ground, so hard he shook the ground around him and cracked the pavement beneath. He lay there stunned for a moment, slowly lifting himself up and shaking it off.
It was almost as though the rough landing had stirred something in his head, as he was once again ignoring her, lowering his head and pacing around while growling in the back of his throat.
Feel free to really attack her. She's resilant.
"Steve?" she ventured. "I am sorry. I did not want to hurt you."
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The pause lasted for a while longer this time, as the mind inside the hijacked body struggled to regain control. He watched the vampire from the distance between them, slowly backing away and turning away from her. With his back to her it was impossible to watch his face, but he continued to pace as though he couldn't make himself hold still. He punched the ground a few times and then turned back around, hissing increasingly quick breaths.
Then all of a sudden it began to crumble. His breathing got quicker, his body trembled and thick veins began to bulge across him, as though the mutation was gearing up to get worse. The Tyrant tensed, roared, and then charged again, springing into a full-on tackle that knocked the vampire to the ground, his hand crushing her into the pavement.
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She heard ribs snapping underneath the hand of the creature as the force caused the pavement beneath her to crack. She shouted in pain as her vamparic blood tried to push her bones back in place, only to cause more cracking as she was held down.
She struggled to move her arms, trying to get leverage to push the beast off of her. In this state she would have a hard time wiggling out instead, but her enormous strength was greatly limited if she couldn't bend at the waist and could not move her arms to push him off.
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If she hadn't been able to heal herself she would have certainly been a goner, as the Tyrant did not let up on her for what seemed like an eternity. He slashed at her with the claws of his other hand, slashing at the exposed parts of her arm and face, and then as quickly as he'd turned on her again he pulled himself off.
The Tyrant backed away again, growling under his breath almost like a purr. This time he seemed determined to get as far away as possible, forcing himself down the street and away from the vampire, eyes clenched shut and body trembling once again.
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Suddenly the attacks ceased, but Nanashi could move little. The bones had been broken in too many places, too many things inside her had been damaged. She managed to turn her head to look at Steve, wondering what exactly was going on. He must be fading in and out of control, at least partially. Otherwise why would he cease to attack her? She had been pinned. She still could not really move.
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He darted out of the room as fast as he could, and skidded to a stop between Nanashi and the Tyrant. He didn't speak to it, he simply watched it carefully. Once he was satisfied that it was retreating, he turned back to her, and began to gather her up in his arms. "You'll be alright, Your Highness."
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It really was little surprise, what with how the beast had been crushing her chest. It was sheer luck that her spine was intact.
She then remembered through the pain that her mind was now open to his and asked, "Bless you, Sam. Please, tell me there is blood...Please"
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Her fingers grasped at the fabric of Sam's shirt, gripping on tight as he ran. Her thoughts were consumed with pain and blood. She wanted the pain to stop, and she wanted to feel hot blood run down her throat. It would let her heal faster. She snapped her teeth without really opening her mouth and then clenching her jaw every time her mouth closed.
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Instead she shared with him a feeling of gratitude, and an appreciative acknowledgement of the kiss on her forehead. She reluctantly gave him leave as well, though all of her thoughts were clouded by the thought in regard to the intense pain, 'make it stop'!
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Finishing that bag she went back to the last and repeated the same process with a little less desperation. The painkillers by then had begun to set in, dulling the edges of the pain, making it less maddening. She picked up the last bag and began to drink that one more slowly.
Thank you.