towerofanimus | Bloody fourth

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Bloody fourth

Characters: Catarina and anyone around the dormitories
Setting: Dormitories
Format: Action start, will match anyone
Summary: Catarina wakes up after her first death, and something is wrong...
Warnings: Body horror, possible character death/disfigurement with mun permission

[Death paralysis sucked. The last thing she knew was she was being crushed by her costume, and now she was staring at the ceiling, unable to move. Minutes pass, making her more and more angry and scared. Ten minutes finally pass, and she wrenched herself out of her bed as soon as she could, stumbling to the hallway with a strange weight on her chest and throat. Catarina looked around, her mouth curled in a strange scared angry snarl, trying to find a face she recognized]

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[ Since this latest event began, Haldir has been on edge. With nearly a third of the population within the tower succumbing to death, the Elf found himself becoming increasingly dissatisfied with his stay in Animus. It was heartbreaking to see so many suffer like this all for the sake of the Administrators enjoyment.

Eager to retire from the remainder of today, Haldir wandered back towards the dormitories only to spot a bizarrely dressed woman stumble out of nowhere. Just about to offer his assistance, the march warden came to a sudden halt once he realized that something metallic was lodged through her throat.

It was then that his eyes grew large. ]

Ed' i'ear ar' elenea...

[The succubus turned to him, trying to snarl out a question. The shower head in her throat turned the noise unrecognizable, and her face twisted into rage, her hands patting the faucet handles on her chest and the shower head. She snarled again, her lips forming the words What do you think you're looking at?]

[ The march warden took a step back once the woman snarled at him. Her ghastly appearance was enough to churn his stomach. While such cruelty isn't uncommon in Middle-earth, Haldir hadn't expected to stumble upon such wickedness here and now.

Just what in the world happened to this woman? ]

H-How can you still draw breath?

[ Is this woman some sort of malevolent spirit coming to haunt? She has to be since no normal human could possibly survive such violence. ]

[For humans and knife eared beings like you. A hand came up to caress her curves, brushing across her left breast and the hot faucet handle there]

((OOC: How far do you want this to go? This faucet makes hot enough liquid to melt metal]

[ The Elf took another step back once she began to finger the faucet there. He wasn't quite sure what kind of ghastly horrors await for him, but Haldir isn't very keen about finding out.

Now fingering the sheathed blade Lenneth gave to him weeks ago, the march warden eyes the succubus with a look of disdain. ]

Go no further if you value yourself.

(ooc: I'll probably go for a few burns here and there, but let Catarina definitely destroy his fancy sword. )

[She bared unimpressive teeth at him, her own hand reaching for where her knife would be and coming up with nothing. Her hand patted herself down for any weapon, then gave up to pounce on him, fist coming down with all her demonic strength, as little for her species at it was]

[ Haldir had hoped that the succubus would've kept her distance, but alas things never go as planned. She seemed to be unarmed, but that doesn't reassure him enough to sheathe his sword. The blade Lenneth given to him was one that was blessed with the Art of Creation. It wasn't an ordinary sword, but most of its magic remained untapped. This very fact might go in Catarina's favor, but it certainly goes against his. ]

Stay back!

[ The march warden yelled once he unsheathed the Glance Reviver. Taking a quick swipe at her, Haldir soon fell to the floor with Catarina on top of him. She was pelting him with her fists repeatedly, but soon she would find herself knocked back by a harsh kick. ]

Wherever your sanity has fled, you shall miss regret losing it!

[ He says as he quickly stands. ]

[Another snarl escaped her throat as she landed, quickly standing as well. Without thinking about it, her hand viciously twisted the hot water handle, a scalding bloody liquid spewing forth from her neck towards him. The liquid fell onto her, not effecting her, but anywhere the liquid landed caused burns and holes in the scenery around them]

[ The Elf didn't know what to expect once a strange liquid began to drench everything. However, it didn't take long to see what the effects were. Quick to bring up his blade in his defense, a gasp of surprise came from him once the sword began to melt. Slithers of metal slid down from the tip of the blade, and towards its ornament hilt in silver streams. ]

How can this be...?

[ Allowing his shock to claim the better of him, Haldir let out a sharp scream once some of the liquid metal burned his fingertips. Forced to quickly drop his sword, Haldir held his burned had to his chest. ]

[It look Catarina aback too, shutting off the valve as she saw the results. Then she smiled, slow and horrible. For once, she had something that would cause horrible disfigurement and possibly death. The sword melting... yes. That was good. Her hand reached to caress her other breast, this time purposely and seductively]

[ The hilt of the Glance Reviver chattered loudly against the floor after having slipped through Haldir's fingers. No words were spoken as he eyed the melted blade with a look of pure regret. Not too long ago, Lenneth gave him this blade as a prize for his valor during Aelia's time of need. Yet now the fabled sword lays there in shambles all thanks to his recklessness.

Uncertain as of how this fiend managed to destroy Lenneth's gift, Haldir glances back at Catarina with a look of pure despair. ]

How could you...!

[ His concern for the Glance Reviver outweighs his concern for himself. At this point, facing death a second time would be more merciful than to face Lenneth again. How can he possibly face her again after disgracing her legacy?

The answer is, he cannot. ]

[Catarina smiled at him, horrible and nasty. She cocked her hip to one side, patting it, and tried to say You want more, big boy? It didn't matter to her that it came out a garble; that was the point. She wouldn't feed off of him like that. But making him on edge before she used the other valve... she wasn't allowed to be truely demonic often, having to pretend to be harmless to lure her food to her bed. But she was a demon through and through, and it was fun not to pretend anymore]

[ Gazing at the woman in horror, Haldir finds himself gripped by a fear he couldn't control. What is he suppose to do now? There's absolutely no way he could battle her without a sword or two. Even so, his blades would merely melt if he were to try.

Finding the situation to be utterly hopeless, the march warden did only one thing he could do.

He fled.

As much as he would like to bash the demon's head in with the melted hilt of Lenneth's blade, the elf knew that would be a fool's errand. This demon couldn't be defeated, at least not by him. Fearing that his life would be forfeit, Haldir quickly dashed towards the nearby flight of stairs.

Maybe he could lose her in all this chaos...]

[The sudden fleeing stimulated a different side of her. The animal within her suddenly howled with glee, declaring the chase on. Chase meant fun. Blood. Meat. Her stomach agreed with the animalsic part, making up her mind.]

[The chase was on]

[ It was difficult enough to move while dressed in these damnable robes, but Haldir refused to halt now. The witch was on his heels, and she was gaining speed. Rushing up the stairs with great effort, Haldir kept climbing until he reached the 13th floor.

Rushing inside of the cathedral as quickly as possible, Haldir made haste to bar the door with a nearby table. He knew this wouldn't be enough to deter the witch, especially since she seemed to crave nothing more than his flesh.

Now scurrying in search of a suitable hiding spot, Haldir literally climbed up the side of nearby pillar to hide within the rafters above. The wooden beams beneath his feet creaked slightly from the stress of his weight, but they didn't give. ]

[It wasn't exactly easy to keep up with him, with the people and the monsters. But she did manage to follow him into the cathedral, enter-]

[And proceed to have her feet start burning as she set foot on holy space. Catarina leapt out and growled, shifting constantly to try and take the pressure off the burns]

[ A gasp nearly tore from him once the demon waltzed inside. He hadn't expected her to keep up with him, but luck seemed to be against him. Crouched low amongst the rafters, Haldir watched in silence as the witch suffered from her burns. Something about this holy place of worship repels the beast from entering further. ]

She can't get to me...

[ A thought that shouldn't have been spoken aloud. ]

[Yes, he shouldn't have said thought that aloud. Because she just smiled wolfishly and reached in. Just reaching in didn't burn her, but the instant her feet hit the ground, they did. Hm. Welp, there's always doing what she did when she rescued Lauren.]

[Which was bound in quickly and go straight for him, her hands and feet smoking whenever they hit the holy ground]

[ His eyes widened with fright once the fiend charged towards him. In hopes of getting away, Haldir sought to climb higher along the rafters. While such a thought was indeed quite smart since he doubted she could climb as well as he, Haldir accidentally slipped and went crashing into the pews below.

A smog of dust rose when he landed, followed by the terrible coughing of her wounded prey. Blood dripped along the side of his temples, and down his lips. Even his hands were coated with blood, some of the wounds caused from their earlier skirmish.

Laying there broken and injured, Haldir swore he couldn't feel his limbs. ]

[She rose higher and higher, her hands and feet burning deeply with each bounce-]

[Until he dropped down, crashing into the pews. Catarina launched herself down to land on top of him, her hands black with burns. She was intent on pouncing, but the act of doing so made her whine in pain and proceed to stumble slightly, one knee and elbow hitting the holy ground with a grunt]

*It was going to be a simple matter. Get breakfast, spend as much time as he could in aquarium.

He was not expecting to run into a sight like that. Catarina will find a rather...bright person staring at her in horror.*

Your costume...I'm sorry...

[There was no thought process. Nothing trying to rationalize what she felt and what she wanted to do.]

[Nothing.]

[Angel. Just like that damned woman. Instant rage.]

[And one demon jumping onto him with one fist striking out at him]

Well when she made a move to attack him, Enoch reacted in self-defense, quickly hopping backwards, aided by his wings. The Arch came out, and opened with a crackle of holy energy. A surge of anger ran through him, and it was all he could do to hold it back.

"Stop! Are you aware of yourself?"

...Asked the man who knew his own was going to fail him sooner rather than later.

She snarled, almost a whine. Her memory raced, of nearly dying, accepting her stupidity, the the smugness of the angel that gave her enough to heal those holy wounds-! Her hand wrenched the cold water valve without thinking, spewing forth acid in his general direction. Her rage consumed her utterly, not even caring if she got burned by the divinity he was exuding.

The Arch's beam was all that contained such energy, and, naturally, it being energy, the acid couldn't dissolve it. The swing of the beam did, unfortunately, carry the liquid that came its way up with it, to spatter over the lower half of his face and jaw.

With an immediate hiss of pain, a hand comes up to cover the new wound. He staggers back for a moment before rushing forward, leaping high into the air to get out of her spray range, and twisting to try landing a blow from the Arch from behind. At this point, though right now the costume's hold had temporarily won, everything in his approach to this was self-defense.

[Catarina reflexively rolled out of the way, twisting the valve off as she stood. Then she smiled, slowly. A fight. A real fight, against a damned angel. Her hands came up, Come and get it written in each part of her movements]

An angel that technically wasn't an angel, even. Enoch stared at her from his place, the acid still burning painfully against his skin. He was lucky it was only a splatter and not a stream.

It was a shower. The only way to dodge it would be...either over it or under it. Enoch ran at her, Arch out, and just as it seemed he was about to strike, stopped and skidded low to slide past her, holding the blades out and hoping to catch her leg in the pass.

[Oh my god what the fuck holy shit.]

[Which was a coarse way of saying Labrys' analysis was very, very confused. Human? Shadow? Android? Her sensors were going crazy, detecting metal as well as a humanoid body and god only knew what else.]

A-are ya...

[She had to keep order in the dorm halls if nowhere else. That was her job--the job she'd taken on herself in the false Yasogami, at least.]

...Are y' alright? What happened to ya?

[Okay, what... was that? Catarina halted, mid-snarl, looking at Labrys. The face was humanoid, the body was shaped in a familiar way, but what was with all the metal? The noises? And that accent, like nothing she's ever heard before. Catarina's hand flexed, waiting. Whatever this was, it was a threat. Her mind raced as she tried to figure it out, starting to growl slightly]

[Labrys took half a step back at that, but made no move to grab the axe fixed to her shoulders. That was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.]

W-woah...hey, relax, alright? I ain't gonna do anythin' to ya, I just wanna know how I'm supposed'ta help.

[Whatever it was, it was... kind. Which was something she had taken advantage of in others in the past. Could she even feed from this thing? Or... Her mind went to the valves on her chest, and what they would do.]

So...can ya talk at all? If ya can, I want ya to explain what's goin' on?

[Her lips moved to say It happened when I came back to life after this blasted thing crushed me but all that came out was a garbled mess. Catarina pause, taken aback by that. Her words were needed, especially given her lack of demonic power. She could use her body to explain things, but that was... risky. Easily misunderstood. And she didn't feel like it]

[One of the smaller things Labrys learned ten years ago was that words weren't the only way to communicate. That was how #024 had talked to Snowy, but it was a little more difficult with the...person...standing in front of her.]

You're sayin'...you got hurt? And then wound up like that?

[IS TIMMY IN THE WELL LASSIE]

[How perceptive. Catarina nodded, tapping the shower head out of her neck. And when she thought the costume wasn't ridiculous enough. Her hand came down to touch one of the valves, her mind wondering what would happen to this metallic humanoid if she just twisted it...]

O-okay, well...Don't panic! There's gotta be a way t' getcha back to normal, we'll figure it out!

[Panic? Her? Catarina laughed, the noise garbled and sinister. She wouldn't panic over something so simple as this. Catarina came closer, reaching out towards Labrys]

Huh?

[She held one metal silver and red arm out, confused.]

[Catarina smirked a little at Labrys, taking the hand she held out and brushing her lips across the metal surface. Her hand squeezed Labrys's experimentally, gauging how strong her frame was.]

[And she was a little disappointed that it was stronger than she expected]

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Bloody fourth

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/late tag ;_;

late tags are good tags

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/just dies laughing because costume. Her past with angels. ILU

Heh ^^ He can't die here or it'll paradox other threads though. That okay?

No problem at all

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