Post by Vryka on Nov 1, 2014 22:28:45 GMT
It had been a good day for Vryka, really.
The waves hit the shore, they did, with glee and happiness, and a direct feeling that everything's going to turn out alright. Vryka likes that feeling... It was freedom. It was the good kind of freedom too, assuming there isn't a bad kind. She hadn't really thought of what had been happening recently, nor what happened centuries ago. She was passed that. She looked at the beach, she did. Well. This was awfully boring.
A voice ushered in from behind... it was loud, it was. It was rough and tugged, so much so that she understood him not. The sound, noise really, imposed upon everything near. Vryka was sure she saw the bushes stopped their swaying... and yet, the voice was familiar, and not in a good way. Vryka was on a bench, on a beach. She was very quite sure that the bench turned a scared shade of gray. This did not affect Vryka. It was as if the zombie land-sharks took over and in the midst of chaos was a granny feeding pigeons. Then the light-bulb went a shade brighter, metaphorically. Con. Con, yes, that was it. The Con-man, Con. He did have some to thank him for, like a way out of the clutches of Fae, but then again... a shiver went down her spine... he and his men did kill his adopted family. A lack of control led Vryka to return from her disguise form to her original form, but she cared not. The pigeons where scared off. The density from within her hand multiplied twenty times. A lone tear came from her left eye. And suddenly, there was ease. Everything was clear again. She took a breath... and hoped that he'd never take one again.
She stood up easily enough. But before she could turn around the face what she thought Con, there wa-BLAM. A large red laser shot hit Vryka in the back, burning her skin and made her fly out into the water... She tumbled, accidentally swallowing half a liter of salt-water in the progress, in the wet sands of the water. She managed to get up, slowly, and she was pissed. Now she could see who did it, although not clearly with salt-water in her eyes, stinging painfully. It was Con.
For a moment, Vryka thought she had heard him laugh. That's because he did.
He was large, larger than before, quite very very large, 9'4 at the smallest, and his width followed. It must have been the years. He still had his hat, but now it was almost normal size in comparison.... he imposed towards her, his shadow encompassing any hope... his eyes, comparable to a snakes, didn't shine in the sunlight. They repelled it. And, musky and visionless as she was with her salty-eyes, she could have sworn that his left arm and right leg where gray, in comparison to the blood-red... Now he was right there. For a second she thought it wasn't Con. Maybe it was another demon sent to retrieve her. She was wrong.
He picked her up with ease by the back-collar, looking her face to face... before throwing her a a near-bye tree. Vryka heard him try to say something, but it seemed his voice box wasn't in working order... plus, salt water in the ears. The tree was hard enough, it broke as she forcefully met it, mid-air. Lovely. I was having a nice bit of relaxation before I'm shot in the back, submerged in salt-water and thrown at a tree.
How could this get any worse? A coconut fell on her head. Oh. That's how. Well, lovely. Sprayed across the floor like a broken doll, she miserably failed at trying to get up... her arm slipped as she fell back down to earth. It hurt immensely, as one would expect.
She tried again. She could support herself with her arms, but it felt they could snap like twigs... she got up on her feet, and-BLAM. Another red laser beam. He started shouting loudly, what she assumed to be a revenge speech, but she couldn't understand his jibberish... the laser sent her flying, as if a ragdoll, into another tree, almost breaking another, again. Ow.
She had gotten a clearer look at Con. He had what appeared to be a robotic neck, left arm, left eye and right leg. Quite spooky, indeed. The bulky hulky giant cyborg demon jumped in her direction, his jump nearly causing an earthquake. His hand went to her neck... and he squeezed. Vryka was in a horrible state, yet she wasn't exactly angry. It was more of an emotion of finding what the hell is going on. He brought her up, her bloody legs leaving the ground. He was going to kill her, she thought. Now she was reddening... his grip tightened.... surely,Vryka wouldn't die like this. And so she spat.
She spat in his face, smiling. Then laughing. What little air she had was used to laugh... and then he threw her directly at the fish'n'chip shop. Smoke covered the area, stopping viewage... Although she was just thrown at a fish'n'chip shop, she couldn't help but wonder how he's still alive. She remembered clearly how he chopped off his left arm and right leg, blinded his left eye before removing his head. Coincidentally, that's where his roboti-.... Oh.
Normally, this wouldn't be enough to do it, to go into her Demonic Will form. Most people will snap after being thrown into a fish and chip shop. Not Vryka. Vryka snaps after finding out she has to pay for the fish and chips. But, there where two main reasons she could trigger the transformation, vaz.
1. As she was thrown into the building, very hot oil spilled on her.
2. That's an awful waste of chips.
It was hard to hear, but it was obvious. Con was laughing. If you could hear it, it would be very very off-putting. He thought he'd killed Vryka. He was wrong. He was very wrong. And, as the smoke cleared, a figure come out. It was time for a beating, she thought. What an awful waste of chips, she thought.
And Con was quite shocked. Shock turned to surprise. Surprise turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to an attempted punch to the face... an attempted punch to the face turned into being blasted by fire breath. Vryka had had enough of this. Con had never seen her Demonic Will form... too bad for him. He slowly backed off... preparing. In his left arm was a red orb, in which a laser came out with great speeds! But it was not fast enough. With ease, Vryka turned to the side, and...
"MUJIGOKO, GO!"
Very large beams of antithing, antiblack in color, anticame to him... his face was of pure shock. He was blasted away, into the water, as Vryka cleared her eyes of the pain of the Mujigoko-beam and returned to her Original Form. That sapped quite a lot of energy from her, really. She'll try to avoid that in the future. But, for now, she used her flying technique, Bukujutsu, so hover over the water where she saw him splash... and a hand came out of the water... and dragged her in.
It came as a shock, it did. It was hard to try to get out, but if he was going to die, he was going to drag his murderer with him... Electricity sputtered about, as it was only 97.2% water-proof, the electricity conducting down his arm, up her leg, and to the rest of her body... the flight power wasn't quite cutting it. She slowly felt the oxygen berid itselt from her body, as she slowly became less vibrant and more, well... dead. She didn't take a big breath, she didn't have much time. Just when she thought she was going to die, Con stopped, assumable dead, letting Vryka get out of the water. She looked down. It was Con, his near-death eyes looking directly at her. They where not eyes of rage. They where eyes of hopelessness.
Vryka did not do what she is to do because she felt merciful. For what she did, she did, for information. She sped down, into the water again, trying to pick up his heavy weight, and trying to save him... she had gotten under him, trying to push him to the top... before he went himself. Vryka thought she knew why. dead bodies float. Oh. That was a shame...
Vryka was stuck, now. Not knowing who could have revived him. So she shall look on. What an awful waste of chips.
It had been a good day for Vryka, really.
The waves hit the shore, they did, with glee and happiness, and a direct feeling that everything's going to turn out alright. Vryka likes that feeling... It was freedom. It was the good kind of freedom too, assuming there isn't a bad kind. She hadn't really thought of what had been happening recently, nor what happened centuries ago. She was passed that. She looked at the beach, she did. Well. This was awfully boring.
A voice ushered in from behind... it was loud, it was. It was rough and tugged, so much so that she understood him not. The sound, noise really, imposed upon everything near. Vryka was sure she saw the bushes stopped their swaying... and yet, the voice was familiar, and not in a good way. Vryka was on a bench, on a beach. She was very quite sure that the bench turned a scared shade of gray. This did not affect Vryka. It was as if the zombie land-sharks took over and in the midst of chaos was a granny feeding pigeons. Then the light-bulb went a shade brighter, metaphorically. Con. Con, yes, that was it. The Con-man, Con. He did have some to thank him for, like a way out of the clutches of Fae, but then again... a shiver went down her spine... he and his men did kill his adopted family. A lack of control led Vryka to return from her disguise form to her original form, but she cared not. The pigeons where scared off. The density from within her hand multiplied twenty times. A lone tear came from her left eye. And suddenly, there was ease. Everything was clear again. She took a breath... and hoped that he'd never take one again.
She stood up easily enough. But before she could turn around the face what she thought Con, there wa-BLAM. A large red laser shot hit Vryka in the back, burning her skin and made her fly out into the water... She tumbled, accidentally swallowing half a liter of salt-water in the progress, in the wet sands of the water. She managed to get up, slowly, and she was pissed. Now she could see who did it, although not clearly with salt-water in her eyes, stinging painfully. It was Con.
For a moment, Vryka thought she had heard him laugh. That's because he did.
He was large, larger than before, quite very very large, 9'4 at the smallest, and his width followed. It must have been the years. He still had his hat, but now it was almost normal size in comparison.... he imposed towards her, his shadow encompassing any hope... his eyes, comparable to a snakes, didn't shine in the sunlight. They repelled it. And, musky and visionless as she was with her salty-eyes, she could have sworn that his left arm and right leg where gray, in comparison to the blood-red... Now he was right there. For a second she thought it wasn't Con. Maybe it was another demon sent to retrieve her. She was wrong.
He picked her up with ease by the back-collar, looking her face to face... before throwing her a a near-bye tree. Vryka heard him try to say something, but it seemed his voice box wasn't in working order... plus, salt water in the ears. The tree was hard enough, it broke as she forcefully met it, mid-air. Lovely. I was having a nice bit of relaxation before I'm shot in the back, submerged in salt-water and thrown at a tree.
How could this get any worse? A coconut fell on her head. Oh. That's how. Well, lovely. Sprayed across the floor like a broken doll, she miserably failed at trying to get up... her arm slipped as she fell back down to earth. It hurt immensely, as one would expect.
She tried again. She could support herself with her arms, but it felt they could snap like twigs... she got up on her feet, and-BLAM. Another red laser beam. He started shouting loudly, what she assumed to be a revenge speech, but she couldn't understand his jibberish... the laser sent her flying, as if a ragdoll, into another tree, almost breaking another, again. Ow.
She had gotten a clearer look at Con. He had what appeared to be a robotic neck, left arm, left eye and right leg. Quite spooky, indeed. The bulky hulky giant cyborg demon jumped in her direction, his jump nearly causing an earthquake. His hand went to her neck... and he squeezed. Vryka was in a horrible state, yet she wasn't exactly angry. It was more of an emotion of finding what the hell is going on. He brought her up, her bloody legs leaving the ground. He was going to kill her, she thought. Now she was reddening... his grip tightened.... surely,Vryka wouldn't die like this. And so she spat.
She spat in his face, smiling. Then laughing. What little air she had was used to laugh... and then he threw her directly at the fish'n'chip shop. Smoke covered the area, stopping viewage... Although she was just thrown at a fish'n'chip shop, she couldn't help but wonder how he's still alive. She remembered clearly how he chopped off his left arm and right leg, blinded his left eye before removing his head. Coincidentally, that's where his roboti-.... Oh.
Normally, this wouldn't be enough to do it, to go into her Demonic Will form. Most people will snap after being thrown into a fish and chip shop. Not Vryka. Vryka snaps after finding out she has to pay for the fish and chips. But, there where two main reasons she could trigger the transformation, vaz.
1. As she was thrown into the building, very hot oil spilled on her.
2. That's an awful waste of chips.
It was hard to hear, but it was obvious. Con was laughing. If you could hear it, it would be very very off-putting. He thought he'd killed Vryka. He was wrong. He was very wrong. And, as the smoke cleared, a figure come out. It was time for a beating, she thought. What an awful waste of chips, she thought.
And Con was quite shocked. Shock turned to surprise. Surprise turned to anger. Anger turned to rage. Rage turned to an attempted punch to the face... an attempted punch to the face turned into being blasted by fire breath. Vryka had had enough of this. Con had never seen her Demonic Will form... too bad for him. He slowly backed off... preparing. In his left arm was a red orb, in which a laser came out with great speeds! But it was not fast enough. With ease, Vryka turned to the side, and...
"MUJIGOKO, GO!"
Very large beams of antithing, antiblack in color, anticame to him... his face was of pure shock. He was blasted away, into the water, as Vryka cleared her eyes of the pain of the Mujigoko-beam and returned to her Original Form. That sapped quite a lot of energy from her, really. She'll try to avoid that in the future. But, for now, she used her flying technique, Bukujutsu, so hover over the water where she saw him splash... and a hand came out of the water... and dragged her in.
It came as a shock, it did. It was hard to try to get out, but if he was going to die, he was going to drag his murderer with him... Electricity sputtered about, as it was only 97.2% water-proof, the electricity conducting down his arm, up her leg, and to the rest of her body... the flight power wasn't quite cutting it. She slowly felt the oxygen berid itselt from her body, as she slowly became less vibrant and more, well... dead. She didn't take a big breath, she didn't have much time. Just when she thought she was going to die, Con stopped, assumable dead, letting Vryka get out of the water. She looked down. It was Con, his near-death eyes looking directly at her. They where not eyes of rage. They where eyes of hopelessness.
Vryka did not do what she is to do because she felt merciful. For what she did, she did, for information. She sped down, into the water again, trying to pick up his heavy weight, and trying to save him... she had gotten under him, trying to push him to the top... before he went himself. Vryka thought she knew why. dead bodies float. Oh. That was a shame...
Vryka was stuck, now. Not knowing who could have revived him. So she shall look on. What an awful waste of chips.
It had been a good day for Vryka, really.