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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 16:39:49 GMT
Verdant Prose Pl: 20k; Hw: 5k
The heavy wind had really been picking up lately. Noxa, resting her left arm on her hip leaned against herself. It was relaxing — watching as the heavy gusts of wind brushed over the tip of the sea of green. 'Sea of green'. An appropriate way of describing it, really. The ebb and flow of the green spinach leaves danced beneath a hefty zephyr. The scarlet mane of the Bio-Android would glow — as did the topside of the foliage that yawned across the landscape. The glow was a pleasant gift of the soon setting sun.
The patron star of this solar system was very much different from that of Zilyana's — the Bio-Android's arid home world. This star nurtured with life and beauty, while that of her home world simply scorched and glared. Noxa's chest expanded as she took in a deep breath, the woman entertaining the many smells of the field. The petrichor of an earlier drizzle still lingered, mixing with the heavy ozone of an oncoming storm. Heavy, dark clouds formed a bleak canopy over the eastern sky. It had almost reached the horizon; it was almost overtaking the west-bound sun. Her eyes narrowed on the dancing crepuscular rays of the sun that neared the horizon.
The woman was frozen. She'd come to love — yearn for rain. Back 'home' there was no such thing. There was no rain. There was only heat and fire; sand and spire. The Earth, however, had so much variety. So much breath taking beauty. She supposed this world, too, had it's fair share of inhospitable biomes. Only a day or so had passed, in fact, since Noxa had found herself in the desolate mountain range of the North. She'd come to learn the place was called 'Mountain Frappe'. Noxa could still close her eyes and feel the stinging chill of a raging blizzard that nearly — possibly — ended her. At that night, nearly overtaken by a self-caused avalanche, Noxa came to know how vulnerable she was to the cold. It made sense; after all, she was built to thrive amid scathing sand.
A smile broke upon her red lips. Namoreal. If it wasn't for him the simpering woman would likely have died, or at the very least spent a season hibernating underneath a foot of snow. Noxa made a vague mental note to thank the Namkian whom she’d fostered a growing bond with.
Noxa had completely forgotten why she was here. In watching the slow spectacle unfold between her she’d lost sight of her mission. The reason she was down here; the search for the same sister van she’d been hunting that night on Mountain Frappe. A black van carrying a shipment of ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’, an adult manga whose growing influence Noxa had been attempting to stifle. The deal, originally, was Zeni for the bio-android and the masking influence the manga — which starred Noxa under a different name. So far it had worked; her actions went by unnoticed in Satan City. Everyone pegged her for a ‘cosplayer’. But now… Should her image spread world wide… Those who knew her might as well come looking for her. Yet, instead of worrying about it, Noxa stood against the drifting gale. Watching the glowing ember lower itself across a blanketed sky. Her black sclera, crowned with citrine irises reflected it all.
Her mind returned to the task at hand. She might as well come to terms with the fact she wouldn’t be able to find it. Not now; not anymore. There would be no nautical twilight for her to keep searching. Now with the awning of clouds hanging above. No, past sunset the night would be darker than black.
A sigh escaped the woman. She’d have to continue tomorrow. Angra Mainyu
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 1, 2016 0:57:31 GMT
Where others may see the charm in the once bountiful farmlands laid only disdain for the Ahriman. The air was moist and smoldering with the heat of an afternoon sun caused the horrid condition she was forced to work in. For one whose home sat in HELL it was a wonder in itself that heat of any magnitude could bother the Angra Mainyu, but spoiled as most nobles are it was rare to deal with anything beyond a temperate day in the mansion her family resided in.
The only reprieve from the oppressive heat and mosquitoes prowling across the crops was the occasional gusts of wind which whipped across the plains in a manner that allowed just the barest amount to reach her current work space among the stalks of wheat.
Laid out before her was the troubling work that had so often been an issue for the upper caste of Demon hierarchy, not due to the complex rituals involved in the partially ceremonial act but for what it represented, something that Angra was no longer bound by. All that was required was one vessel which was often relegated to a human, corpse or otherwise it mattered little, rather they were required to be whole in a degree.
Two eyes, one tongue, two ears. Individually they served a purpose as extrasensory organs made to survey and interact with the surrounding world and all of it's vast mystery. Yet in the possession of particular demons these were much more useful off of any given person than on. Perhaps if one of the lower caste were to see a horned woman pulling these from the corpse of a man it would incite a type of riot, but fortune had blessed the Ahriman and allowed her to find a field private enough to perform this desecration.
It was incredible how serendipity favored strangers, to walk across a van filled to the brim with erotic drawings of a protagonist who looked oh so similar to the supposed 'cosplayer' that news broadcasts had been raving over as of late.
Whispers of carnal desire flitted across the silent night, the cab of a moderately sized van was stirred from it's silence for only a moment before once again returning to darkness. Two men with tired eyes, yet not so miserably tired as to lose focus, maneuvered the vehicle along the dirt trail leading towards the monolithic towers of Satan city and what could only be presumed as the distribution center of their product.
Unannounced to either a third passenger had taken residence within the stack of erotica, silently reading all of the sinful pleasure that this wondrous protagonist took part in. It was most definitely the correct decision to hitch a ride onto this van, while there was ever an errant chance that any random duo would be without sin more often than not there were dirty secrets hidden everywhere. Indeed a collection of this size would be nearly enough to gift one manga to each of her relatives and a few select servants.
She slipped toward the front of the Van, slipping with nary a sound around the crates of books to behind the passenger seat, hand reaching around to clasp tightly at the passenger's throat. Pressing down with nails hardened to steel and more than sharp enough to draw blood.
“Continue on your path child. No need to fear, I must only make a small request of your person. Don't struggle to greatly or I will not vouch for your friend's well being.”
The startled yell of the driver, a dry gasp from her victim and the sudden correction of the vehicle on the road to favor not going into either the forest or a ditch happened within a second. The Ahriman gripped the steering wheel as the driver fixed his gaze back on front.
“W-what?”
“I will be leaving in but a moment, when I do I shall take your ally with me. A mile after I leave a concrete road will open into the forest. Drive 11 miles to the end of the road and leave your product there. Once done close your eyes and you shall be returned to the entrance of that road.”
She gave him neither the time to respond nor had a particular want to hear a rebuttal to the orders. The passenger side door flew open and out first went the victim, soaring across the air until he was caught by Angra. Riding off with him towards the spinach wastes.
The once-man that laid before Angra was meant to become a tool in her tedious yet eternal work. The ebb and flow of manipulating human behavior of every class, to propagate the sins necessary to insure that humanity's true self was never abandoned. In this case a sin was being committed to send a rather pointed message towards the partner of her new shade, that should he fail to do as she commanded then there never again would he rest as the entirety of his being was turned from one nightmare to the next, not that she expected him to of course.
The angry snap of bone was the orchestra to which the depraved acts ended as Angra had reached past the ribs to pluck the heart from her doll. Popular opinion aside Demon's did not actually consume the hearts of their victims, it was a rather gauche thing to do. Rather the removal of the heart symbolized the last step in preparation, removing the ability of the shade to feel the love that once warmed them. She pocketed the piece of rib that had detached inside of her voluminous robes.
Dealing with the remainder of this ritual would have to wait until a later date where the proper steps could be taken but as preparations went this had ended as wondrous as it could have. Rather there was the matter of making sure none were present as she hauled a corpse to wherever it felt the most ancient. It seemed Fortuna no longer smiled down at The Ahriman as another stood just meters away, close enough to see yet just so far as to escape the earshot of an average human.
“Oh, it's her.”
Angra Mainyu would recognize that form from any angle after having so thoroughly enjoyed the masterpiece of artistic novel in which they were featured. It would be dangerous to allow such a person to be bogged down by the sight of the ritual, so with a supernatural agility her obi was undone and removed along with the outer layer of kimono to lay across the corpse, making sure to wipe any remaining gore onto the man's clothing. Retrieving her newly attained book from the inner pockets to hold up and compare the protagonist of the novel with the sight before her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 9:41:59 GMT
From the distance the demoness’ attempt to compare the two figures would draw one conclusion: it was, without a doubt, the same image. It was a remarkably one to one remake — a bit eerie, even! In the manga panel even the scene looked nearly identical: spinach field; oncoming storm; hair riding with the wind... Well, there was ONE difference — there was a distinct lack of bodily fluids on and around the woman. It seemed she had NOT just arisen from a writhing mass of pleasured nerds .
The scarlet mass of meshes continued to move — unlike the woman. She was completely absorbed into the current scene. Her eyes remained fixed on the horizon, watching the sinking orb’s few last moments. She watched it struggle — watched it seem to merge into the boundary between Earth and sky. Surely enough it dipped below, leaving behind a few last rays dancing against the distant layer of clouds, marking the end of dusk.
Night came, rapidly plunging the world into the blue hour’s embrace, which would soon end in nothing but absolute darkness. Another deep breath was yielded. Noxa’s lean on her hip was withdrawn. Her fingers interlaced — her carapace’s metal talons locking together as she reached into the sky. She groaned out as she stretched her figure. Extremely lithe — impossible so! Despite the voluptuousness of her shape it seemed the figure was able to keep bending and bending back as though she had no spine. In her stretching Noxa’s eyes caught a glimpse of the strange figure yonder.
Noxa had extremely good eyesight — even at a distance and in the eve of encroaching darkness. Even with the failing light the woman’s chalky skin acted as a reflective decal. She stood out like a sore thumb in the darkening sea of green; the spinach plantations did her no favors when it came to camouflage. The very next feature Noxa was able to examine where the horns¹ — just a devoid of color as her skin and hair. Noxa was aware of the race of demons — which she instantly assumed her to be a part of, thanks to the tell-tale features. The markings on her face were a secondary hint as to her nature. And… Noxa’s amber gaze narrowed…
“Is that… An… Eye?” Found the crimson Bio-Android mumbling to herself. Was… She mistaken? An eye in the forehead?!
That alone would’ve been cause enough to send Noxa spiraling towards the figure. The curiosity of someone — who seemed to be studying Noxa from the distance — surely warranted some sort of confrontation. Before the woman could move, however, something ELSE caught her eye. Something more bizarre — something that instigated the woman with far more than just curiosity.
“IS THAT ‘DIRTY DEEDS DONE SO SWEET’?!”
What in bloody H.F.I.L. was the she-demon doing with HER manga?! In the middle of nowhere to boot!
Then it all clicked. Had she found the van!? Had she done something to the shipment?!
Noxa felt her ‘heart’ flutter with glee — skipping a beat or two in sheer excitement! Holy balls! Could her luck have taken a turn for the better, finally? Could someone have completed her mission for her?!
“You there!” Noxa’s voice rolled out through the churning spinach sea, sounding slightly distorted by the time it graced the demonic oni’s ears.
Noxa, who was still stuck in her stretching position of arms outstretched and back bending backward, finally moved. Her hair struck at the ground; her legs kicked. The woman was launched into the air. Her body contorted into a pirouette, turning her figure as to face the stranger. In the centrifugal turn Noxa’s insect-like wings came to unfurl. Out sprawled the triangular wings of the same black exo-skeleton that lined certain parts of the woman’s scantily body.
They flapped once.
Noxa was sent hurling towards the woman, the air hissing and whistling as her sharp carapace cut through it. She rocked towards the woman.
When Noxa arrived she circled her once, redirecting her momentum as to not have her speed past her target. With one or two full circles around the woman — and plenty of unearthed spinach leaves — Noxa landed.
“How did you get your hands on that?” She demanded, attempting to snatch the Manga from the demonic girl’s hand. “We’re far from Satan City! These things shouldn’t be selling her--.” Noxa was interrupted. Her eyes caught in between the pages that flapped in the violent wind.
Noxa’s eyes nearly leaped from her skull! Her wings erected fully; her form rapidly hunched forward.
“What?! This isn’t just the same damned book! T-this is a sequel!” Noxa exclaimed. She rapidly flipped through the pages, each new panel confirming her claim. Each new panel causing her face to redden to the point of matching her vibrant hair.
Noxa wasn’t exactly familiar with this sensation — this carnal curiosity that forced her to flip pages. Each new turn and flip showing increasingly lewd depictions of her. Each new page adding to the decadent, deviant nature of the shops. With each passing moment the closer she got to the manga; with each passing moment the more enthralled in the 'plot' she seemed to grow.
Aside from the rushing of air and the rustling sound of the foliage around them there was no sound, until, suddenly:
“T-THAT DOESN’T GO THERE!” She cried out, holding the manga in frustration towards the heaven.
Noxa was angry. Noxa was confused. Noxa was extremely feverish.
The woman’s head rapidly turned to the demon in front of her. She regained part of her composure. The manga was then pointed to the woman, revealing the unnecessarily graphic illustrations on the page.
“Please tell me you found the van! Please tell me you burned the rest of these!” Begged the woman, "These need to be destroyed!" She insisted, "It isn't right — can you believe it?! She forgot to color my eyes black and yellow!"
It seemed the depraved nature of the manga wasn't her issue after all. It was something far more superfluous and trivial.
How disappointing.
¹ - In your character sheet you described 'horns', so I went along with that. My apologies if that's outdated information.
OCC note: I'm very sorry for how long it took me to post this — I truly am. Things came up, and I didn't want to disappoint you after the noticeable effort you put into your post.
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 2, 2016 2:08:50 GMT
Perhaps revealing one's self among a landscape which favored coloring far darker than herself was a mistake, especially in the case of a particular star that seemed to have eyesight far beyond the norm. How troublesome. Although in the terrifically radiant shine of Luna the aspects of what had drawn this artist to make a story surrounding this woman were abundantly clear. She seemed more akin to one who had spent decades studying under the Succubi that trapped the unwary souls who tread into their domain.
Was it a common ability of human's to move with such fluidity that it seemed as if they had dislocated the majority of their body for the sake of aesthetics? Perhaps not, yet the way this cosplayer stretched suggested that physical limitations were of little worry for them. From afar the figure appeared as the paragon of beauty, a physique which brought to mind the likeness of actresses whose sole description was that of entertaining flesh.
Yet as the effervescent form drew near it was abundantly clear something inhuman laid at the core of this being. Blackened armor covered the majority of it's body representing armor more akin to the chitin of the insectoid races that occupied the bottom rungs of the societal ladder. Although the most obvious of alien features were the black wings that had so suddenly sprouted from her back and what had appeared as a growth hidden within the scarlet tresses, or perhaps it was the hair itself, which had aided in her launching.
Rude was most certainly a proper word for this woman as she had barely landed before taking the prized possession from Mainyu and flipping through it as if a teenager in heat. Were those not her own deeds? Instead of blushing madly over the images the best use of this time would be to proudly proclaim her ability in the arts of lust from the tallest building in Satan City. Perhaps this woman was more in tune with sloth? She apparently had lost the van that Angra had hijacked not too long ago.
“Sequel? Does that mean there's even more to read? What a happy day! Here I thought I would have to track down the artist to gather more of this impressive work.”
Was she still screaming over such little things? Of course it went in there if it fit, anything could go anywhere with enough imagination and a few broken bones. Admittedly just because it could be done never meant it should always be done as in the case of a particularly brave human knight of old attempting to a Gorgon. It was impressive how quickly their jaws could widen to snatch up even a fully grown man, but that was the risk inherent with lust.
“Burn them? Why I would certainly hope they will not be burnt as I had ordered the driver to take them somewhere rather specific. You see I was hoping to deliver them to my manor back in HELL as a gift to my relatives and the most valuable servants. I'm sure they will be very pleased with your work.”
Her center eye blinked while twisting in it's socket set within her forehead, circles spinning lazily as it's gaze fixed onto the other, the more human pair below remaining stoic and unblinking as if not truly being seen through. Angra Mainyu shifted in exasperation at the petty needling this human(?) had to criticize such a fantastic work of art to the point of wishing it burnt even! Such heresy.
“I suppose one such as yourself would have little ability to understand artistic ability! Obviously by leaving your eyes uncolored she has symbolized the breaking of your soul! The collapse of your very being to nothing but a sex crazed machine! Truly she has actualized what is your very being into this work of art!”
She shouted with an unexpected level of passion. It was a bit peeving for one who had such potential in carnal sins to be so thrown off by such a slight detail. Perhaps she was wrong and this woman actually was a succubus? They always had been so very picky over the slightest of things.
“Ah, but perhaps I could have an autograph? It's not everyday one gets to meet such a skilled servant of lust! As The Ahriman I'm quite proud of the lengths you've gone too, to propagate sin!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 18:29:11 GMT
Succubus. The redhead certainly had a buxom body with generous curves. Curves that were barely contained in her ‘armor’ — if it could even be called that.The ‘armor’ protected her arms and shoulders well, but her entire mid section was exposed. From her neck and collar bones to far below her navel there was just tender flesh. The only obstruction came from her carapace. The metal-like armor seemed to form an upwards hook or claw over her nethers. It was conveniently censoring when it came to her lower, more salacious details. The same form of ‘protection’ came in from the sides, gripping over her voluptuous chest. From that quick observation alone the demoness’ assumptions as to her nature as a succubus would not be exactly inaccurate, after all she certain dressed like a succubus!
A set of dangerously sharp talons extended to the chalky woman, brandishing back the manga that was earlier so rudely snatched from her grasp. Noxa now seemed to have regained her composure. Well, for the most part anyway. Over her nose, connecting one side of the face to the other, was still a clear bridge of red — the woman was still blushing. The effect was very apparent, even if rapidly fading.
The Bio Woman’s head came to shake from side to side. “No — you don’t want to visit the artist. Trust me.” Noxa assured her. “She lives in some backwater suburban home. The floor is cluttered with food wrappers and old clothes.” The woman came to visibly shudder was the memories came flooding back to her. The recollection of the overpowering smell of Dirty Dan’s home.. It make her skin crawl!
“The place is home to the most dreadful amalgam of stench I’ve ever come across.” Came the words, a wobbling quality to them. It was as though the woman was now in danger of being sick from the memory alone!
Should the manga not have been retrieved yet Noxa would shake her hand, causing the book to shake — getting her attention.
It was then the strangeness of the words that washed over Noxa gripped her into an interesting thought process.Firstly Noxa felt a flutter of joy at what the woman said — when she mentioned the van. She most definitely ‘HAD’ seen it. Then came the sinking feeling as the happiness was driven from her. Damn it — she had not obliterated the shipment! Then came the confusing bit: “Hell?” The woman repeated under her breath.
To Noxa’s knowledge the race, often referred to as ‘demons’, were simply a species of warrior-like beings derived from the Mayo Star. Following Noxa’s imprinted knowledge she’d come to the conclusion the woman’s word of ‘hell’ was referring to just that: the Makyo Star; after all, had no knowledge of the afterlife or HFIL. So… If that was the case how did she plan to have the van reach her home planet with the written contraband it carried? A ship? After a brief moment of thought Noxa voiced her concerns.
“How do you plan to get the manga shipment to the Makyo Star?” The woman continued, “You must have a spaceship near by…” Noxa’s eyes narrowed as she weighed her options when it came to the issue at hand; she could try to interrupt the shipment… But should she? Her likeness on a different planet would likely not cause her any hassle — as it would somewhere like in West City. If the stack of adult comics were to find themselves on the Makyo Star they’d be as good as gone.
While deep in thought Noxa would normally have taken very little — if any heed to whatever else came from the demoness’ mouth. That, however, wasn’t the case. When Mainyu began raising her voice, displaying a level of quasi fanatical interest… Well, Noxa couldn’t simply ignore her.
Noxa didn’t respond right away. In fact, she’d been quite shocked. The crimson mane’d woman hadn’t expected anyone to outright criticize her based on her comments toward Dirty Dan’s manga. Noxa wasn’t criticized very often. Veritably, for the most part, a vast majority of Noxa’s interactions with people had all happened within a set range of emotions. Those being confusion, fear, erotic interest, or a mixture of the three. It was rare that the Bio-Android fluently interacted with others. It was rarer still that someone carelessly stood up to her — especially with such trivial commentary! And… Then she asked for an autograph?
This demoness was simply too much.
Noxa, confronted with a new challenge, decided to take this one step at a time.
“Look…” Came the word followed by what resembled a short-lived sigh. There was clear frustration laced on the woman’s features, but oddly enough none of it seemed directed to the ivory she-demon.
“I…” There was a full pause as Noxa carefully picked her words. “Okay. Fine. You’re not wrong. I’m not familiar with this kind of ‘art’. I mostly have just read non-fiction, even if I have been thinking of ‘branching out’.” It explained why she wasn’t familiar with the ‘symbolism’ portrayed in the artwork. Noxa didn’t comment further. The way that the demoness seemed to idolize her… Well, it made Noxa feel… Good. Despite the confusion and frustration born from this new social experience Noxa managed to smile from the praise.
In realize the Bio-Android’s lust was often just for power or territory. Noxa’s design to incorporate the apex predator had left her with just that — a predator's instincts.
In her 18 years of activation she hadn’t ever come close to any of the acts displayed in the manga. She’d never indulged in any form of deviant carnal behavior.
Still, it was nice to be appreciated like this. It was definitely new. She wasn’t going to pull the veil from her eyes.
The simpering woman grew a bit more confidence once the idolizing words had sunken in. “A-an autograph, huh? S-sure! I never signed anything before! How do I…? Do you have a writing utensil?”
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 5, 2016 22:31:04 GMT
With every word Noxa spoke it only worked to increase the fervor with which Angra desired to meet this artist! It was quite the queer happenstance to meet a true servant of both sloth and gluttony, never mind those ancient times in which all people practiced in festivals of mixed sin. In fact she would make it another goal to visit the home of this author and personally thank her for gifting such a wonderful thing onto the world.
“So I suppose you must work with a conglomerate of rather dreadful people? What a happy day this is! Here I thought my luck had hit the greatest heights when I took to hiding in that van and found these little treasures and now you tell me that there is a person of equally abhorrent behavior to yourself? I'll have to thank you later.”
Then came the rather confounding interrogation of just how she had managed to extract the shipment of books to her family home within HELL. Was it not standard practice in this world to have imbecile ogres do the majority work while relaxing in the shade of nearby obelisks and beating whoever stepped out of line? What a backwards and primitive people.
“Makyo Star? What a strange word. Papa often refers to HELL quite like that as well but I always thought it silly. You cannot live on a star for they are giant orbs of nuclear fire.”
Humans always had a way to amuse The Ahriman in either their quaint paradigms of Lords and Kings, betrayal and seduction, and the entertainment seems to have successfully evolved if they believe such things as living on a star and doing work by one's self or not calling Papa to pick up a van parked in the middle of nowhere.
“Don't worry yourself over such trivial matters as those. I merely called Papa and asked him to handle the process of transportation like I always do! I'd rather not break my standing record of trying very hard to not work and make others do it.”
The demon took a moment to collect her thoughts after they had haphazardly spilled about at the onslaught of sudden social interaction. It was important of course to correct this possible human's misconception of HELL.
“You humans,” she started with a pause as if attempting to find the correct implement of words to describe something so far beyond one's self, “always seem to find the most exaggerated ways of referring to others. If I lived on a Star I doubt very much I would be quite as beautiful as I am.” she chuckled at the thought, as if she could be any less perfect, “I dare say I would look horrendous had I lived on a star.”
Despite this woman's butchering of basic logic, or perhaps Mainyu's inability to understand that the Makyo Star was not literal, it was a proud sight to beat witness as the Ahriman interacted with another so carefree. She had not been able to do something as simple as discussion without the constant overbearing presence of death lingering and spoiling whatever social event took place.
“Non-fiction you say? I suppose I can see the interest one such as yourself would have in biographies and the such. Perhaps a type of exhibitionism is expressed by taking a peek into the lives of others?” Angra asked with sincere befuddlement as to why such a star would go to lengths for carnal pleasure, but she was not one to judge others.
“Branching out is a worthy endeavor indeed, perhaps later I will show you the wondrous stores throughout the world that have similar, if in worse quality, art to your own. I believe they called them 'hentai doujin' though.”
Where were her manners though? Throughout all of this talk Mainyu had forgotten the most basic element needed to procure an autograph! Hope was certainly not in short supply thankfully as the body of the delivery man behind her person, and still hidden beneath the outer layers of her kimono, most likely had a pencil or some such hidden on his person.
“Ah, hold one moment please.” She asked while turning about face and crouching in a half-hunch as to hide the disturbed piece of cloth below the two in vain. “I'm positive I had one you see.” Mainyu continued to chattered on as distraction to her ruse, hand searching through the various pockets of the beige outfit until her fingers wrapped around the slim handle of a pen, pulling it with a wet slop from the slightly concave chest and making doubly sure to wipe it off on the worker's clothing.
“No worries, I have one right here. Ignore the smell, merely dropped it into muck earlier!” Perhaps her Papa could have invested in making her a better liar then she was, but being starstruck and rushed were poor environments for this sort of thing. “Please sign!” she asked/demanded while holding out the book.
I apologize for the delayed response time. I'll endeavor to reply faster next time but I had quite the hectic few days.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 1:07:25 GMT
Despite the ongoing interaction the world continued to grow darker and darker. The universe didn’t stop its predetermined path just for the convenience of Noxa, who stood perfectly still as the she-demon spoke. Her hair, on the other hand, resumed to dance with and against the breeze.
Something about the ivory beast’s cadence threw the Bio Android off, even if just a bit. Was it too refined? Was it too pompous? The Bio Woman wasn’t sure; pinpointing the exact outlier in her tone would’ve been a challenge for anyone, never mind a redhead who had literally no previous experience with demons. Where they all this shady? Whatever it was — Noxa loved it.
“Well,” Noted the vixen, who seemed to be a little thrown by the commentary Angra gave. Should Noxa take what was just said as a compliment or a slight? Connotations told her slight; tone told her compliment. “Thank… You? But I don’t really work for her — or anyone, really…” Noxa spoke slowly, words coming in choppy staccato; Noxa uttered them as they came. “I just profit from her having used my image.”
Noxa cleared her throat, getting ready to begin her story — she let the entire conversation of the Makyo Star pass by, and instead made a mental note to ask her more about where in the literal Hell she was from.
“I was at this mixture of a manga, comic, and book store.” Noxa said, arms crossing beneath her already well described chest. “I think that was it, at least… Maybe it was a thrift shop with just a lot of literature? Either way...” Her left arm rose, carapace talon tapping at her cheek, effectively illustrating the soft fault of her own memory. She glanced up at the sky, attempting to remember the event as to properly reiterate it. In doing so she effectively missed all of the action that took place below.
“I was looking for some kind of new reading material when I turned and saw my body plastered on the cover of some book — which I later learned was called ‘manga’. Anyway, I accosted the owner of the business and forced him to give me the address of the publisher… Then I went to the publisher. I bet him up real good, then I learned that they didn’t MAKE it. So, I went and got the address of the artist.”
Noxa returned her look at the girl, whom now offered her a pen. Noxa took it, “Where do you want me to sign?” She asked, continuing as she sign wherever and whatever was asked. “So, then I went ahead and tracked her down. I was going to eat her and stop the publishing, but she brought up a good point: I could make money off her work AND have people think I was just some cosplayer instead of a… “ Noxa trailed off, shaking her head.
“Well, that’s the story. As you can see I don’t really ‘work’ with them, but” She shrugged, “If you want to meet her — the artist, Dirty Dan — I would be mostly okay with introducing you two, as long as you don’t do something dumb like attack or kidnap her.”
Noxa’s signature was a bizarre one. It was a mixture of squiggly lines and bizarre geometric shapes that seemed more like sacred geometry than actual writing.
“Why are you out here anyway? You mentioned the van, but…” Her gaze soon moved from the location of the signature, which she was able to do rather neatly all things considered. Noxa’s eyes came to meet with the she-demon’s own. “Now only here in the spinach plantation,” She went on, “But on Earth? You got tired of your home or something?”
Whatever the reason was Noxa found herself turning around and focusing her sight on where the sun was just not too long ago. It was getting late…
“Where are you saying while you’re here, in Earth?” Came the strong, resonant words from Noxa. “Wouldn’t happen to be in Satan City, would it?” Noxa doubted it. The one friend she’d made so far — a strange, but fun Namekian named ‘Namorel’ — seemed to be allergic to the city. Noxa understood it was thanks to his physiology, but it served to illustrate a bigger point, she felt: cool people didn’t seem to exist there.
Or, at least, she hadn’t found any. Yet. A handful of noticeable faces, of course, but no one she’d taken an outright interest in. It was almost discouraging, really. Then again it wasn’t like she’d made a whole bunch of friends in her previous nesting zones; in fact she’d made more than enough enemies in all of them. Noxa gave a heavy sigh, which was soon whisked in the breeze.
Noxa knew what answer she wanted to hear, but she tried to keep her hopes low and her expectations minimal.
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Angra Mainyu
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 8, 2016 22:29:34 GMT
It was always a terrible disappointment to hear the collectives of what could be truly sinful people were in fact just unaffiliated individuals who either despised one another or worked in the loosest terms together. Still even in that disorganized mess that was conflict between the different groups there was still potential. Indeed it seemed this individual had partaken in what could easily evolve to greed. Using your own image to profit from another due to it's ability to attract the lust of others was nothing short of common sense though.
“...Eat her?” she asked with a quizzical look as if something truly strange had been said, and while perhaps it was not something Angra was against it was quite queer for a human to eat another. Especially if all the stories she had been told were true, “You should be careful not to delve too deeply into cannibalism. I've been told that's how Wendigos are made, yes?”
Or perhaps it would be best to let the other do as she pleased? It would simply be a pain to be friends with a Wendigo. Mindless beasts they were. Presents would be an easy to gather for her though, and conversations would be smooth when the second party was a mindless eater. “Or do...”
“You should not fear what I might do, there is no profit in harming someone so wonderful as this 'Dirty Dan' character. While I'm terribly sad to hear that the two of you do not combine forces more often, but it is more than enough that this exists. I'll simply want an autograph and perhaps some blood.”
The book once more was hidden within the folds of her clothing, hidden in whichever pocket it first fell into. Angra tilted her head from one side to another as she thought of the best path to take when explaining just how she lived and traveled worked. Most would find insult or issue with it as she was not the most gentle when taking up a residence and more than once she had been forced to put down another because of their refusal to obey her demands.
“Staying? Well I suppose I most commonly simply enter whatever home is closest and take up residence within one of the bedrooms after claiming it as my own. There is little need for a permanent domicile while I travel you see, merely moving between the great cities of Earth until my next destination. Then I perform my duties and then I move on. A constant cycle of course.”
“As for what I am doing out here so far from civilization...” she paused and looked about while thinking of a proper excuse. It was never good to reveal what dastardly deeds one had been partaken in, especially with a newly made human friend, “I was performing my duties. Well, more accurately preparing for the next portion but I have finished as much as I could.”
“In a broader stroke I am carrying forth my families responsibility. As the current Ahriman I am bound to roam this planet, insuring both the continuation of humanity along with never allowing them to forget their primal past. Their sins and the wondrous decadence therein. This burden shall be passed to my children and their children eternal. As dictated by my ancestral heritage.”
As it had been explained to her so long ago it would not be for a very long time until she was permitted to leave the planet of her own will. Only in the most extreme cases would social pressure relieve itself from her shoulders.
“May I reciprocate the question? Why are you in these wastes? Perhaps bored of fame?”
Sorry for the short post, as I continue with my Iodine drop treatment the side effects are taking time to adjust to.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 23:52:37 GMT
“What the hell is a wendigo?” Wondered the woman as she fully turned back around to face the woman.
That was, of course, the first question Noxa had. As one would expect she wasn’t in-touch with Earthly culture —she wasn’t from this planet, after all. Though there was another misconception that Noxa had to clear up.
“It’s not cannibalism.” Assured the woman. “I’m not human.”
As to further illustrate the point Noxa’s form would begin to shift. Harsh popping sounds came, followed by sickening gurgles and snaps of rearranging biology. Noxa’s face, however, remained relatively peaceful despite the painful nature of what was taking place. Were she human she would — without a doubt — be screaming in agony. Angra, the Ahriman, was made to listen to the grotesque din of what could easily be considered a torture’s soundtrack. However, the sounds were not just to be a meaningless cacophony. They happened for a reason — the redhead’s form was changing.
Noxa’s 6’3” nature would shrink to a measly 5’5”. Her body came boring and plain — she lost her curves; her hair became black; her eyes a vibrant green. Her carapace ‘melted’ into a form of inky ‘suit’ that covered her boring body.
“I’m a mixture of plenty of creatures — though yea, my framework is definitely human.” Noxa’s arms came to rest behind her head as she pulled one arm, leaning that way. Then pulled the other, leaning alongside it. The downside of changing forms like this was just that — new body was always kind of stiff. Especially when it was a smaller one; condensing her ‘meat’ was a tiring process.
When Angra mentioned Dirty Dan, however, Noxa gave a breath of relief.
“Good. I’d hate to lose a source of income, even if she and I have creative differences. I could definitely take you to see her. I just ask you don’t draw too much blood. I’ve come to learn that things generally die when that happens.”
The woman was perceptive, but alas it’s easy to miss things you’re not outright looking for. When it came to the book and the things Angra tried to hide from Noxa… Well — they went by completely unnoticed by her.
“So you just break and enter, huh? I thought about doing that, but I figured that’d make too many enemies to really be worth it. I just make a nest and sleep there — Satan City, if you haven’t guessed yet. That’s my nesting zone… But I guess if you’re some kind of nomad it’d make sense to not put the effort into creating a ‘space’ for yourself.” Noxa clicked her tongue, “I’ve been forced to move around so much… I hate it. I just want to settle down and claim and area for myself.”
Though one thing clearly stood out: “...performing my duties.” said the demonic beauty. Noxa came to arch an eyebrow in curiosity “Duties?” Damn, why did demons have to be so interesting? Considering the connotation with the word ‘demon’ Noxa figured it could be something nefarious — evil. Then again, that would be racist. THEN AGAIN, NOXA DIDN’T GIVE A FUCKARONI. “AHriman? What’s that? A title or a race?” Noxa figured that since she mentioned ‘family’ it was probably a title… But it was always good to be sure.
“Sounds like a neat job.” She figured, “ Fun , too. Though it’s definitely not for me. I couldn’t walk around all day just making people be dicks to each other…”
There was a bit of a pause. Noxa seemed to be done speaking — it wasn’t until a more direct reciprocation was issued that Noxa perked up .
“What am I doing here? Well… I was hoping to destroy the van you snatched. Get rid of the shipments of that manga. I don’t want all of Earth to know WHERE I am… Then again…” Noxa paused, “That might be advantageous…” She shrugged, “I guess I’d best figure that out soon. Either way sending a few comic strips down to hell would probably not hurt my image too bad.You have my blessing.”
“Anyway, you’re pretty fun. We should spend some time together — you can be my second friend ever.” Noxa said, “If you pass by Satan City I live at the VERY top of the tallest building.” She took a few steps back, the same grueling process as before taking place as her original form returned. “Since you took care of the van for me I don’t really need to hunt it down… So I’ll be going home! I’d invite you over, but you mentioned you were doing something..." Noxa shrugged, “My offer stands, I suppose. You could come with me. If not next time we see each other we could hang out a bit! I could definitely introduce you to Dirty Dan.” Noxa assured the woman, her own figure starting to levitate above the heavy vegetation below.
"You should definitely come and visit Satan City either way — if you haven't already. It's a great place! Full of people; plenty of shops; plenty of chaos. Really, it's great. I'm sure if your goal is to remind people of the.. Sins, or ..." Noxa had completely forgotten what she'd mentioned, "Well, whatever it is — Satan City is FULL of people that are pretty gullible."
We can end thread here so we can submit it for exp and continue with a new one once I finish my DE or continue it. Totally up to you!
Thread exit. Taking PL + HW Bonus
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 11, 2016 7:33:35 GMT
How was it that the great demon Ahriman had made such a mistake as to confuse an inhuman abomination with that of humanity? As her newly made friend transformed in her entirety it took great amount of willpower on the Demoness' part to not let loose an attack to wipe this offensive being off the Earth. Why was it that these things always forced their way onto this pristine planet full of wondrous sin and attempted to either subjugate the local human population, to little avail, or to wipe them from the universe entirely?
What stayed her hand in the end was not that NOXA had made no overt attempt to destroy humanity or herself, nor that she seemed content with simply existing in her own fashion among the humans but rather that through this meeting it was proven that there were perhaps some changelings, or goblins, that deserved to live to an extent.
“Listen Changeling, the Ahriman name has been passed down for generations since my ancestor who battled the Ahura Mazda first conceived his children. I am of course Angra Mainyu of some number since, merely Angra is fine for one such as you.”
Still this time was not ill-spent and the other had certainly given the Ahriman some things to think on and more importantly would most definitely be seeing more of the demon in the future. Perhaps she would even be so lucky as to come across Angra Mainyu on the day of the Makyo Star's passing, despite the outrageous name it was a sight to see as demons across Earth were given power beyond their normal possible scopes.
“Aye, I suppose it was not too terrible a meeting despite certain revelations towards the end. It would not be against my will to meet again within Satan city, the easy pickings sound wonderful for work during a friendly visit. Perhaps after I am done with this I will come visit you.”
With a turn-face movement Angra knelt down to examine her outermost robe which laid across the body, now stained in blood and most certainly needing a visit to the dry cleaners. “Yes indeed perhaps I will visit soon...” she let the sentence hang on while scooping up the wrapped human and cradling her future project like a child.
“It was nice to meet you, Changeling. I am Angra Mainyu, The Ahriman. Until next we meet.” With her piece said she too took flight and flew deeper into the woods hoping to find a cabin or suitable home to finish her business.
Thread Exit: Taking Zeni
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Aug 17, 2016 23:48:50 GMT
@noxa: 7065 power level gained. 20,000 > 27,065 Angra Mainyu: 4215 zeni earned. 500 > 4715
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