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trans_92011-01-20 07:43 pm
birthmural) wrote in trans_92011-01-20 07:43 pm
Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: are you afraid of the darksoul?,
- aibghalien marsai,
- astrid hoffersson,
- beastboy,
- cagalli yula athha,
- celena vantari,
- dean winchester,
- eleventh doctor,
- eva,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- howard the duck,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kanaya maryam,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lex luthor,
- marco,
- megamind,
- mei-xing,
- paco,
- red medic,
- roxanne ritchie,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sam winchester,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- sensor,
- son of satan,
- starfire,
- vindicator nehaalista
Are you afraid of the Darksoul? [Part 2]
[[OOC: This right here is required reading if you're going to tag. OOC organization is here
For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.
Now, now. Who to possess first?
For too long the firstborn son of Satan's demonic soul had been trapped, denied his rightful control over Daimon's body. Now, thanks to Mei-Xing, he was finally free. The next course of action was obvious- he would have to take control of one of the beings on this ship. He could start with the vulnerable and move on to the more powerful. He had to act fast before that fool recovered. Fortunately he needn't go very far. The city was full of potential victims.
Now, now. Who to possess first?
Warning: For really crass stuff and talk of bad touch
He took the hit, a punch to the face. He'd take every hit as long as it wasn't incapacitating. That'd make it harder for them, wouldn't it? Watching the boy bleed? Ever the victim, this kid, that much was clear, always in trouble, always losing pesky little things like limbs. They must be tired of watching him suffer, so how would they feel if they added to it? The more he bled, the harder it'd be for them to hurt him.
Besides, that let him get in close to Ruffnut, with a friendly blast of soulfire to reward her for her efforts. Another was shot Astrid's way to keep her busy.
"Shame you have to be such an ice witch the rest of the time. Seven months and you're still blue-balling me? Come on! It's almost like you think I like you for who you are instead of seeing you as a walking pair of tits I can sometimes grope when you're sleeping."
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Grope. Hah, impossible. She would have surely stirred awake, but some nights she admittedly can be a heavy sleeper. ...They'll have to discuss that later. No time, no time.
"Do I frustrate you that much? Flattering," she said dryly, turning sideways and leaning away some out of the soulfire's path, only the free flaps of her skirt taking an unlucky graze when the flame passed.
Hold on. That fire. The heat.
Astrid's eyesbrows lifted as she glanced down at her skirt, surprised his 'intense hatred' hadn't scorched the ends completely. Then, she suddenly smirked. A realization struck her.
She stuck her axe in the ground, standing it up and immediately worked out a quick message on her comm. Let him throw a hissy and another blast if he assumes she's not paying attention, unless he likes moving targets.
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Like a yah'ed mule, the minion of the Overlord came racing up, the book in her hands practically cackling in anticipation over this upcoming confrontation (because of course, Zetta intended to pick on any other demons on the ship, as was his nature). But the scene ahead wiped that grin off his face, replacing it with slack-jawed shock.
The kind-of-a-wuss Viking kid attacking his own girlfriend with evil fire? Ruffnut, looking weak and rattled and barely even to fight as he attacked her too? Hey, the Viking girl was losing her skirt --
Wait. Ruffnut, looking weak and rattled and barely even able to fight?
The Overlord's hot rages came on swiftly, were sound and fury, and vanished just as fast when he forgot to be angry. They're what most people would recognize as an angry Zetta.
This was a cold rage.
"What the hell are you doing to my apprentice, kid?"
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Uh, back to cold rage.
"So. Suddenly you get a trickle of power from somewhere and think you're the big man, huh?"
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Astrid was determined to get this finished before the exorcists arrived, anyway.
"Book, can you make sure nothing happens to Ruff? I'm going to be busy here." A spanking is in order.
Now down to business.
The little distinction she caught earlier relieved her, though she didn't understand it either. When the blast of fire soared past her, even at that proximity, it wasn't severely hot. And when you've been promoted to fire patrol, extinguishing the scorching flames of so many winged beasts on a regular basis night raid after night raid, you tend to know how hot fire truly can be.
Astrid frowned. "I'm a little disappointed you won't be able to scar me after all, Hiccup," she grumbled, unhooking the pouch at her hip and dropping it near her axe.
Next, her hands were occupied with her skirt, taking it off her body. But don't get too excited, dark!Hiccup.
Mindful of the spikes, she begins slipping her left arm through the bottom opening, her left hand coming out at the thick waistband, grasping the band and holding the piece of battle-wear steady on her arm, creating something close in the same vein as a spiked leather gauntlet, but not, as most of the outer layers hung off her arm like a sadistic veil.
It's slightly heavy, but she has it on her good shield arm, so thankfully it won't restrict her movement much at all. It will have to do.
Another sigh and Astrid closed her eyes. "Now, I just can't believe how easy this will be."
Her eyes snapped open and she rushed him.
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As Zetta arrived she found she could only stare dumbly up at him, actually he'd probably approve of what she'd just done so he'd be no help to her at this time.
Gods could you be any more pathetic? Her vision went hazy again and re focused, head pounding painfully with her brothers voice cursing her out. Seriously you are like the worst viking ever. I wonder if Mom and dad would have let me trade you for a goat or something. I bet I could teach it to fight.
Ignoring how frightfully clear her imagination was becoming it took all her mental effort to return to the moment at hand. Astrid was smiling. Good...good that meant she had a plan. Astrid was smart like that. Always had been. As Astrid rushed forward to meet Hiccup Ruffnut's contribution was a half hearted kick at his still flesh leg. Hopefully that'd make sure he couldn't dodge.
...or he'd dodge just fine and then blast her to bits for being such a horrible disloyal comrade in arms. Whatever.
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Ruffnut managed to get him off balance, and Astrid bowled him right over, slamming him into the ground.
Hiccup snarled at them both, pinned by Astrid, struggling to get his hands up so he could blast them.
"Primitive fools! You think you can save him? I'll devour your souls!"
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The minion advanced slowly, then set the book down seemingly in midair. Around it, with its rage, power began to build. Not directed, nor focused, nor for a purpose -- just the mana power of the strongest being in the cosmos, unchecked, like a stuffy aura.
"Devour souls?" the book demanded softly. "You don't have the power. You don't have the strength. For all that fire and crap you're flinging around, you're still nothing."
Either the Overlord is attempting to infuriate the darksoul, making himself rather than the girls a target and possibly leading it to make a mistake... or he's just mocking Hiccup.