Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 26, 2009 3:40:55 GMT -5
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Look at yourselves." Something human-shaped in appearance but ethereal in movement, drifted out of the darkness of the recently searched hangar. "You're just packets of meat wrapped up in worry: flesh bundled in concern, muscles bound together by what you think is your oh-so-clever cunning." Chains moved unhurriedly towards the small group, smiling his characteristic shark's-tooth grin. He still had another man's blood beneath his fingernails. Following the confrontation with the twins, he had sought a place to rest and re-think his situation. The hangars, deserted and decrepit, seemed to suit his mood. He could get away from the mindless zombies of Animus and their ridiculous tolerance to pain--he could give himself a berth from the aching desire to hurt something. Or so he thought. The hangar hadn't been as empty as Chains had first calculated. There had been a small, whimpering shell of a man sheltering under the hulk of a disemboweled plane. At first Chains had ignored him. But the man's incessant sobbing soon sealed his fate and Chains laid into him with ever trick he knew. He tortured his victim for almost a full week: hurting and healing by turns so that the pitiful wretch would last. He used centuries worth of experience, all the insight he had gathered from his experiments, all the knowledge he had wracked from the once devout. But although the man still cried, it wasn't from pain. Or at least not from any pain Chains was causing him. He seemed immune to it. Opened from throat to groin at the very end, skewered on a rigged platform of metal spikes, he still sobbed as he had before. There was no agony in the sound. Just insanity. Chains didn't mind insanity. As long as he caused it. In the end, he had killed his victim and retreated into the depths of a mangled plane. He had spent most of his time sleeping, trying to escape the growing hunger inside him. He was an avatar of misery. His nourishment came from creating pain, from harvesting screams and pleas and cries. Without an outlet for his purpose, Chains feared he was becoming just a bit more deranged than normal. His desperation showed in his eyes, fever bright and fanatic, as he approached the group.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 26, 2009 3:49:47 GMT -5
Veronica looked back at Chains as he came their way. The only thing she could say was, "What?".
Johnny approached the group and said, "What are we waiting for? Let's get goin'.".
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Post by Trace on Mar 26, 2009 13:02:08 GMT -5
Trace stood still, staring at the man who seemed to drift towards them. The stench of death permeated the air. It intrigued him.
I like this one, at least he knows how to make an entrance.
Hearing Johnny's words Trace turned to him with bewilderment.
"Run? But things are just getting interesting."
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 26, 2009 15:09:43 GMT -5
"Oh I concur," Chains said encouragingly. "Where do you hope to 'go' anyway? Surely by now you have seen the state of this place. If there was ever a functional plane kept here, it has long been ripped apart and torn to pieces." He moved closer, still holding his smile in place although it kept threatening to slip. He was not himself. Although his voice was the smooth, easy tones as before there was a franticness about him if you knew where and how to look. This close to true living, breathing human beings, this close to things that could breathe and bleed pain instead of those mindless husks that wandered Animus like puppets cut from their strings, Chains was finding it more and more difficult to...behave.
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Post by Trace on Mar 26, 2009 15:23:31 GMT -5
Oh I certainly like this one. Lets kill him. Lets bleed him dry, see how pathetically threatening he is then.
'Behave' Trace said to the voice in his head, although he was having the very same thoughts, it was all he could do not to lose control and rip everyone to shreds.
"You have the stench of death upon you. Or maybe its terror, they often smell similar."
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Mar 26, 2009 16:14:06 GMT -5
Chains blinked and turned his fever-bright eyes onto Trace. His grin opened like a wound in his face, wider and then impossibly wider still. And who is this? he wondered. He doesn't seem quite the same as the others. Is there something buried inside you, my little eager friend? Maybe I should open you up and see for myself, hm? "If, by that comment, you mean the dying leave a stench of terror in their wake," he said equitably, "then I agree. However. I am not dead, am I? Then it can be concluded that the odor of fear that hangs ever so deliciously open the air, is not mine. Perhaps." He edged closer into he was within range of the group. His fingers twitched like dying spiders. "Perhaps it is coming from one of you."
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Post by Trace on Mar 26, 2009 16:42:18 GMT -5
Trace grinned, the man in front becoming ever more interesting.
"Well, I definitely smell fear, and if its not coming from you..."
Trace turned his head to the others in the group.
"Who's it coming from?"
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 27, 2009 0:56:42 GMT -5
"Its coming from me.", Johnny replied. "I'm on the verge of dying out of boredom."
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Chains
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Mistress Of Awesomeness
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Post by Chains on Mar 27, 2009 0:59:24 GMT -5
"Perhaps I can oblige you. I assume you would be mildly entertained in watching your own death," Chains laughed. He ran his eyes over the group. A bunch of rag-tag nobodies. Worthless lumps of human gristle. The scrapings of the world. Why them? Why him? Why this city? The whole thing made no sense. Unless something changed and changed fast, it was all going to get ugly soon.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 27, 2009 1:04:29 GMT -5
"That's a great idea," Johnny shot back sarcastically. "But I have seen death, and trust me, it is in no way as entertaining as people like you make it out to be."
Johnny lit a cigarette, man, was getting dragged in. Johnny closed his eyes and in that instance he saw fire, and a man, a strange man, no older nor younger that Johnny, crying out before him. It was all to familiar. Johnny couldn't place if it came from something he had seen, a dream, or Jesus, a memory...
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Mar 27, 2009 1:23:04 GMT -5
"There are no people like me. There's only me. And I can assure you, you have never seen my equal. Perhaps, if I'm feeling generous, I'll leave you your eyes so you can enjoy the spectacle of your own demise. "Look at you. Look at you all. Grubs crawling along on their stomachs in the dirt. Maggots writhing feebly on this corpse of a city. What are you doing here? Searching for a way out? Don't you see the uselessness of your endeavors? Something brought us here and it brought us here for a reason. It is so typical of your kind to flee from the obvious instead of confront it. Cowards, all of you. Spineless worms. I'm beginning to think that the city wants me to dispose of you. Why else place me here surrounded by what passes for your moronic, insectile lives? Why else have me continually running into you? Yes. I believe that is it." Chains' hands clenched, unclenched. Flakes of dried blood drifted from his skin. "Yes. I all makes sense now. I can see it. Come then. All of you at once. Let me show you the depths of your pitiful existence." And so saying, Chains erupted into motion. He shot forward as if suddenly released from some kind of invisible tether, grabbing for Johnny's throat.
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 27, 2009 1:33:34 GMT -5
Johnny caught Chains' hand as he came at him; the force of it, drove the two men crashing into the ground. Johnny held off Chains as he much as he could and managed to land a headbutt over his chin. "What's your problem, man?"
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Mar 27, 2009 1:37:55 GMT -5
Chains avoided the head butt by wrenching his head back deftly just in time. His smile slipped a notch as he wrestled with Johnny, but the Clockwork Angel was inevitably stronger than his human opponents and he tore his hand free from Johnny's grip without apparent effort. Knowing that his back was exposed to the rest of the group still above them, and with Johnny downed for the moment, Chains shot back to his feet. He aimed a swift, debilitating kick at Johnny's form, then launched himself at the others.
((Sorry, had to the head butt avoid otherwise it's an auto hit. :/ )
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Post by citizenmike on Mar 27, 2009 1:42:07 GMT -5
Johnny took the hit and rolled to his side. Johnny coughed loudly. The hit took a lot out of him.
With his back away from her, Veronica charged towards Chains with a tackle.
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Mar 27, 2009 1:48:00 GMT -5
Unwilling to be knocked to the ground a second time, Chains spun away from Veronica's oncoming tackle and circled the human warily, keeping a cautious eye on the rest of the group. He itched for a weapon, any weapon, but no-- with a weapon to hand he'd just end up damaging them all. And damaged toys were no fun to play with. Already he felt better, having felt the pain of his kick go through Johnny's prostrate form. "My, my," he laughed at Veronica, his eyes blazing, "So quick to come to his aid, aren't we? Is he someone important to you, mh? Someone...special?" Chains liked it when he found a pair. He liked having one watch while he tortured the other to insanity. Ah, love. Truly there was nothing like it.
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