Abandoned Warehouse

[C l e a r b r e e z e]

x”D u k e” C a d ex; C r e a t u r ex

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Whatever his thoughts on mercy, there was a sharp satisfaction in the successful shot, though little to no glory in it at this close a range. Still, there was a kind of far off satisfaction in seeing a threat neutralized, a satisfaction that had nothing at all to do with the person being shot and everything to do with him. Not even for his safety, it was a more abstract satisfaction, something like satisfaction in his ability to follow through. It shouldn't have been anything of note at this point in his life, with his companion having done much of the work in firing first, and providing the gun, staying with his after he had to. Still, heat blossomed in his chest.

For the moment, the threat was downed, and this ratcheted tension down considerably. At this point, Cade was ready to leave the stranger to bleed out in the streets; he considered his duty to be fulfilled by not killing him outright. A cold assessment, judgment influenced by his knowing that they were somewhere dangerous, a place where someone predatory was likely to come at any moment.

Unattentive to the irony, focused still on the antlered man, his companion unexpected fallen under the antlers, he was seconds late to noticing the new attacker.

Sound coming from straight in front of him, not easily recognizable as from something bipedal, Cade only snapped his attention up when his ally's voice called, in understandable words:
'EY, WATCH OUT!'

The attacker's yell, the screeching, animalistic quality to it, sent a shiver down his spine (metaphorical, of course; he felt nothing, or near-to nothing, in much of that area). Since coming through the antlered aggressor, even with his delayed attention, Cade had a whole second of time to react. He turned the gun on this new attacker, squaring up on the broad target. He pulled the trigger, only to find—the gun was empty.


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Kitty_Mew
Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy
”Starving Dog”

 

[Starving Dog]

𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊

𝌞𝌞

Wild, sloppy, desperate. His attack held little to no finesse to it, no real rhyme or direction as he flailed limbs and gnashing teeth towards his intended target. He paid no mind to the dog-eared male, or the antlered beast on the ground. No, his focus lay solely on the one with the scent of death, a hint of decay that was not quite set in yet, though looks of his intended target betrayed that his state of death- or rather ‘undeath’, not living yet not the same bloated carcass he was used to coming across- was not something that had recently occurred. A strange dish to be had indeed, a delicacy he had yet to sample. Another twinge of desperation struck as he saw it was the dead one that bore the loud, dangerous weapon. It was important to remove that from his prey’s grasp before he could ensure a decent shot at the dead flesh- a paradox that the scavenger had no interest in mentally mulling over for the time being, or perhaps lacked the capacity altogether. Eyes flashed to the sight of the weapon barrel being raised at him, a kill shot if there was one, but instead of a loud bang followed by absolutely nothing, the black metal weapon merely produced a feeble, pitiful ‘click’, a cry of surrender in the hands of its possessor.

Good, this would be an easy meal.

Another shrill cry, almost birdlike in its pitch, and the metal-fanged attacker launched himself full-force towards the walking dead. The creature had a decent amount of height over him, and even with just one arm was still far better built than the wild attacker, but still the pale-haired male flung himself full-force at his target with the intention of knocking them off balance. The bone knife still brandished in hand, whatever the male could not bite down on, he swiped at, hoping to incapacitate his prey quickly.

𝌝𝌝

Abandoned Warehouse
Deer Man, White Boy, Dinner
Hungry, excited
Raiding Wear

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”Kitty_Mew”

”C l e a r b r e e z e”

 

[xXYoung_Lord_CielXx]

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"You'll never know what hit you
Won't see me closing in
I'm gonna make you suffer"

A sudden wall of red flame appears as a man dressed in blacked stepped from it, the flame disappears just as quickly as it appeared. His crimson hues blaze as he looked around for his target noticing there is quite a few people here letting a quiet huff escape him before parting his pale lips to speak.

"I will make this rather simple, I am looking for one of King Kills pit fighters, first one to cough him up gets a deal at Hell's Gate and I might not have to hurt anyone, so point me to him and we'll have a deal.. don't help me and you might regret that choice."

Mura called out as his hand rested on the hilt of his katana as if daring someone to try and run from such a sweet offer. From the looks of things he saw that no one was really a challenge for him, to him these guys were small fries. He patiently waited for someone to speak up or his target to come at him head on like a idiot, he'd never underestimate a pit fighter for at one point in his life he was a fighter himself so he knew what it meant to use any tactic whether it was dirty or not to win and live to fight another day, he had the scars on his back to prove it.

"This hell you put me in
I'm underneath your skin
The Devil Within..."

I'm here: Silver Claw Inn ==> Abandoned Warehouse
This is who I'm with: Bardo ==> Quite a few people
This is my current form: Human Form
My song:

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Specter_Cry

C l e a r b r e e z e

Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy

Kitty_Mew

StarvingDog

 

[C l e a r b r e e z e]

x”D u k e” C a d ex; C r e a t u r ex

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Weight flung into him, and Cade backed up a step, two, as many steps as it took to propel him against the brick wall, though he hadn’t started with it at his back. The rough surface scratched along his skin, and he noticed only when he backed up another step and felt a tug on the empty socket of his shoulder, pulled in toward the rough material by his off kilter retreat. He kept hold of the gun if only to use it as a blunt instrument, trying to make quick sense of his attacker’s wild approach.

He squared off automatically, eventually, trying to put the gun in the general vicinity of the knife rather than his flesh, to deflect if not to actually disarm. From some way away, he could hear the irritated-sounding tone of his erstwhile defender, as well as some new arrival, but he kept his attention focused on the attacker. There was something wrong with him. Or at least, that was the feeling Cade got, as he brought the barrel of the gun up to deflect the bone knife. Something in the attacker’s eyes—something feral, wild, not like a sentient creature at all. Not even the antlered man, when he’d injected himself with whatever it had been, attacking despite apparently grievous bodily injury, was quite like it.

Socket against wall, he tried to lever the man off, breath coming out of him in a huff as the weight of yet another body pushed the attacker further against him. The boy was a solid line of weight and flesh against him. Weighing it abstractly, there was something comical about it, juxtaposed against the smear of gore he was leaving against the brick.

He could register someone new speaking, even as he tried to push the hand holding the gun up, to keep the knife away from him, tried to look into his attacker’s face for any clues as to why he was being attacked, what he might do about it.

The words were level, however; not the tone of a new attacker, and not said with any particular urgency, and so, however much Cade usually would have automatically responded politely, he didn’t respond at all in the moment.



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Kitty_Mew
Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy
”Starving Dog”
”xXYoung_Lord_CielXx”

 

[Starving Dog]

𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊

𝌞𝌞

The smell of blood- both dead and strangely warm- kept the scavenger from tearing away to re-evaluate his less-than graceful attack. This meal was special, a fine mixture of aromatic decay and fight to it. Usually such meals were either too fresh when they fought against him- though a fun little game nonetheless- or already in the throes of dessication when he got to them. This was a fun little toy, a game to play before a delightful meal- that is if he had the energy reserves to keep up such an active pursuit. As it was, the pale-haired man was running low on his reserves, and had hoped for an easy meal before engaging in such strenuous activity, even a bit of a snack would be enough to tide him over until nightfall, and when he could more confidently scavenge for food under the protective cover of cool darkness. He pushed against the fun wielded by his intended meal, hoping to slice some flesh from the corpse, for a taste, however the walking corpse possessed a surprising amount of strength, and the vulnerable wound left behind by the other’s unsuccessful attempt at surgery was kept towards the wall and away from the snapping metal fangs the young man possessed. For a corpse this one certainly had more will to live than most of the other unfortunate souls the wild male had come across in the pit, too bad ot meant that it was depleting already scant energy reserves and trying an already threadbare patience. The knife would have to just be a distraction, the gray corpse seeming far more concerned with the weapon to watch for a low blow aimed to the groin by the pale-haired male’s knee. It wouldn't be a damaging blow, but hopefully the corpse not only walked and fought as a living man, but had the same anatomical weaknesses as such. An interesting answer to find out either way, and hopefully a good enough distraction to try and luge forward with a bite from his steely teeth.

He would not have much time to try and gain the upper hand against his opponent, however, as the smell of billowy smoke singed the air of the dilapidated room, pulling the male from his focus of the fight to be on the lookout for a much more dangerous threat of fire. He turned his head only slightly, seeing no fire -fortunately- but rather a man dressed in black and wielding a long blade If they wanted part of this little snack they would need to get through him. He let out a snarl, turning back to the corpse to re-engage in the fray once more, reaching his neck out in an attempt to snap at the other’s shoulder near his neck.

Until he heard a familiar set of words amidst a jumble of sounds only vaguely recognizable to him as a language. He didn’t need to know what else was said to understand- ‘King Kill’ was a name he knew all too well, a name he hadn’t wanted to hear ever again. A name he knew meant the end of his little fun run through the wastes and city, a name that brought him back to chains, boredom, pain, cages and rage. He simply couldn’t have that. The male pulled away from his meal- as hungry as he was, and as fun as this little dance had been, he needed to cut his losses and leave. He had wasted enough energy trying to fight for his meal, fighting for his freedom was out of the question. Another distraction, an attempt to intimidate, to scare away, and an escape if it proved useless.

He bared his teeth, gold eyes wide with anger as he let out a shrieking roar from his chest- a mixture of a bellow and whistle to rumble and pierce. The cry hadn’t worked previously, at least not in the manner he had intended, but he hoped now- amongst the group of strangers, it would do him some good.

𝌝𝌝

Abandoned Warehouse
Deer Man, White Boy, Dinner, Sword man
Excited/Angry
Raiding Wear

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”Kitty_Mew”

”C l e a r b r e e z e”

”xX_Young_Lord_CielXx

 

[xXYoung_Lord_CielXx]

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"You'll never know what hit you
Won't see me closing in
I'm gonna make you suffer"

Mura continued to stand there til his ears pick up the sound of a shrill like cry and from the intel he received prior to coming here, he got his answer as he eyed the man who was mauling a walking corpse, Muramasa drew his blade pointing it right at the shrieking male as his crimson hues blaze like raging fire, the males cry didn't bother the demon in the slightest as he watched the male closely.

"Knock it off...your cries are not intimidating the likes of me, so be a good dog and sit... also, if you don't want to go back to fighting in the pits then come with me, I'll let you have all the rotten meals you desire. I won't make you fight like your previous owner, but if you give me any trouble I will drag you back to the place you came from and collect that reward he has for any who bring his prized dog back. Course, you probably don't understand a lick of what I'm saying... ugh, guess King Kill doesn't teach his fighters how to communicate only fight like mindless brawlers... typical. So, what'll it be? The easy way? or the hard way? Course, you won't like the hard way... you might get burned."

Mura cooed as he opened his free hand, a ball of raging red flame sprang up. As if to prove that the weapons dealer wasn't fooling around walls of flame enclosed around the building they were currently in making escape next to impossible, there was no escaping the demon known as muramasa, Muramasa then looked to the being who was clearly mouthing off at him which didn't impress the man one bit as he turned his attention back to the shrieking male.

"I already know which one it is, so do me a favor a shut your mouth little puppy, I'm not here for you or the walking corpse, so just stay out of this and I won't have to kill you."

Mura stated bluntly as he waits for the pit dog to make his move, this man was not to be underestimated, nor messed with for muramasa was feared by all who came across him. As he stood there studying his target assessing as to what he'll do, he decided to toy with his prey a bit as he threw the small ball of fire at the feral male just to see how would react to it. A twisted grin marred the males face.

"I wonder if you share the same fear as a little kitten I know. He can't stand the sight of it so I wonder if you are the same as him..."

Mura cooed as he got into a defensive stance as if to prepare for an attack from his target.

"This hell you put me in
I'm underneath your skin
The Devil Within..."

I'm here: Abandoned Warehouse
This is who I'm with: Quite a few people
This is my current form: Admire me
My song:

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Starving Dog

C l e a r b r e e z e

Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy

Kitty_Mew

 

[C l e a r b r e e z e]

x”D u k e” C a d ex; C r e a t u r ex

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Cade had collapsed into the other at the attack on his testicles; it was as much a surprise to him that he had any feeling in them as it might have been to any other. But feeling was a capricious thing when it came to him; sometimes he could feel, but damage didn’t feel –bad,- exactly. Sometimes a limb was simply numb. And sometimes, it seemed he could feel precisely, or more, what he should have been expected to feel. There had to be some reason to why, or why not; perhaps how well the part was linked to his originals. He had died with his genitalia intact, and so he’d found that, generally, feeling there was usual. But—then again, not always. Of course, it could not be so simple.

Now, in any case, feeling was fully actualized, and he saw white, his focus on one avenue of attack leaving him open to another. But he recovered quickly (too quickly? He couldn’t be sure without comparing to another), finally noticing the new presence among them about the time his attacker did.

The words meant little to him; the words ‘King Kill’ were vaguely understood—Cade had been in the area long enough to generally know what raider clans bordered the city, and in which directions—but the link to what was happening to him now was unclear.

Happily, it didn’t matter. All he really needed to recognize was that the newest figure to enter the picture—the most aggressive, the wordiest, the one who had closed off all possible exits to those that surely had nothing to do with him—wanted to take his attacker away. That automatically put Cade on this new figure’s side, as much as he disliked—and instinctively rebelled against—the implicit authority, the assumption of dominance the new figure had.

This close, still, to the attacker, it wasn’t so hard to drop his gun, to wrap his single arm around the attacker and pull close. He wouldn’t have tried such a maneuver with a more muscular figure, but as frightening as his attacker’s wildness had been he was lithe in figure, and Cade figured he could grapple him even with one arm.

”Take him” he responded, though he hadn’t been consulted.

His own eyes widened at the ball of fire that came toward his attacker—and thus, toward him. He had an instinctive aversion to it. New, as far as he could tell, since his death. He backed up quickly, dragging his attacker along with him, nostrils flaring in distaste. He had the thought—quite likely, exactly right—that it wouldn’t matter if he were caught ablaze in pursuit of his attacker. He had no intention of being caught aflame, killed finally by someone he didn’t even know. He’d gone through too much.

And so his expression was fixed, solemn, holding the weight of the other in front of him close and ready to let him go if it were advantageous to do so.


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Kitty_Mew
Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy
”Starving Dog”
”xXYoung_Lord_CielXx”

 

[Starving Dog]

𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊

𝌞𝌞

His mind focused on his possible exits- a window that lead out to the alleyway, the doorway blocked by the dark-haired male- means of escape from an unfavorable situation. He hadn’t the energy or stamina to fight his intended meal, he doubted he could handle a fight for his own freedom against someone that was armed with more than an empty gun and possessed all their limbs. He hadn’t expected his little vacation to be over so quickly, especially brought on by an unfamiliar face that bore no familiarity to him in stance, voice or posture. If anything he had assumed he would have been found by someone who was more recognizable sort from the territory proper, this being a far from pleasant surprise.

His luck became shorter, however, his previous means of escape were quickly ripped from him with the sudden presence of bright orange fire. The smell of smoke choking out any other potential scents the scavenger could have possibly picked up not that he didn’t have a need to find other scents as his mind focused solely on the fire that lapped in his peripheral vision. Eyes wide, panicked, he had hoped to abandon his hunt, find a means of escape- any- and run off. That was his only option- if that meant having to leap through the flames to ensure his freedom, well, it was still an option in a hopeless situation.

He had fully intended to flee through the window- his layers of dust-caked clothing would at least stifle some of the flames to his form and prevent additional injury- until he felt a cold, sinewy limb wrap around him with a constricting grip. His mind had been focused so much on the fire, of the man who threatened to take him back to the cages of the pits weilding a sword and ungodly magicry to create fire from nothing that he had forgotten about his two previous threats from before. The pale-haired male had kept his distance, though now it seemed karma swung around to snatch him in the form of his undead target. He let out a panicked cry as he felt himself grabbed, instantly thrashing about violently regardless if it caused him or his assailant injury. Shrieking mixed with more human cries, he attempted to bite, claw, kick, anything to put distance between himself and the solid wall of muscle that held him close.

The ball of flame aimed at him only further stoked the male’s panic. This wasn’t just for freedom, he was going to die if he didn’t leave this place.

“NO!”

A word he knew in the small bank of vocabulary he could use to express himself in a more humane way, a word he knew could have some power, some means of control- a last ditch effort to save himself from potential injury or death. With the last of his strength and waning energy, he chose his only option. If he was going to die, he would take everyone in this room out with him. He growled as he made a violent jerk forward and sideways- closer to the unarmed side of the creature that held him to take advantage of the weakness, freeing his own arm that held possession of the knife to bring it down and across the other’s abdomen. He would focus on them later, but for now he knew he would need to address the creator of the flame, and the one threatening to send him back first.

He attempted to flank the sworded beast, knowing his own blade paled in length to the others. He counted on getting close, to try and deliver a blow to the hand holding the weapon before making an attempt to snap at the darker male with his teeth. He could do far more damage with the jagged snap trap of his metal fangs than the bone knife ever could, and if he could possibly rip flesh away perhaps he could gather a mouthful and sustain his energy for a fraction of a moment longer. Desperation of a cornered animal bred violence, and violence was no stranger to the young fighter.

𝌝𝌝

Abandoned Warehouse
White Boy, Dinner, Fire man
Terrified
Raiding Wear

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”Kitty_Mew”

”C l e a r b r e e z e”

”xX_Young_Lord_CielXx”

 

[C l e a r b r e e z e]

x”D u k e” C a d ex; C r e a t u r ex

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If the pain Cade had felt when his attacker had attacked his genitals was any rule to go by, the slash across his chest should have been incredibly painful. After all, his chest was the center of his ‘original’ parts--unless original was supposed to attach to his head, which had in fact been severed, though apparently after his death, to serve as a trophy (was that significant? Cade had no idea).

If his body were the kind of thing that made any sense he would have staggered, moaned, perhaps been incapacitated. But instead he felt--not pain. The opposite of pain, really. It wasn’t exactly pleasure, as he could intellectually realize as it happened that a knife opening his flesh was maladaptive, bad for him in some way. But the feeling itself was a kind of relief of a kind with the pleasure of pissing after holding it for far too long; of sneezing; of vomitting out sickness; of orgasm.

It had much the same effect as pain might have, since it was distracting and unexpected. Cade was a well-muscled man, in his original arm, and might have bullied the thin, malnourished attacker to keeping close to him, if he’d kept a good grip.

But he gasped at the unexpected sensation, red spreading across his cheeks, and he barely noticed that the ball of fire had missed them,, or that the attacker had pulled free. Dazed, he watched the moments progress--his attacker pull away from him and run--that was fine and good, he encouraged that. Turning his head slightly, however, he saw his erstwhile ally dash for the flames, an inexplicable action from his vantage. The danger of this was like cold water splashed in his face, and he searched the surrounding area for--anything of use. A spare arm would have been lovely, but barring that--

He saw a pile of dust and debris, leading into the warehouse they had until now mostly been in front of. Glancing down to make sure he wouldn’t have to hold in any of his organs, Cade turned and began kicking the dirt and debris into the flames, making a sizable pit in them--it seemed they followed the rules for usual fire, and could be suffocated.

While a competent soldier in many situations, Cade knew he was unlikely to be effective joining hte fray in that moment. With only a single arm, without any of his usual weapons, weakened by his struggles, he could contribute far more effectively by securing an exit. This he did, dust and filth spreading across the lower hems of what had been finely tailored pants, scuffing along well-made military-issue boots. He did not call out again, focusing on his task, ready to intervene or not however the situation shook out.
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Kitty_Mew
Gold_Star_For_Robot_Boy
”Starving Dog”
”xXYoung_Lord_CielXx”

 

[Starving Dog]

𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊

𝌞𝌞

The smell of fire was overpowering all other scents, a primal mind focusing on the serious danger he had found himself in. He fought when there was no other option- if he didn’t he would die, and if he was going to burn alive in this noxious crypt of a structure, well, he planned to take others with him.

However, some manner of luck did seem to grace a seemingly hopeless situation for the fighter as the white-haired beast from before- whom had perhaps been smart enough to steer clear of trying to intercept his attack on his previously intended meal- moved to join the fray against the leather clad fire-wielder. Not so he could attack him, no, but the curious man seemed to be almost helping him in some manner. Why? The male couldn’t rightly say, or perhaps had the mental focus to decipher an answer when he was far too busy attempting to inflict as much damage to the one who intended to send him back to a hellish existence. Sort that out later if they got out of this situation alive and relatively unscathed, but for now more pressing matters weighed on the fighter than the turn of heart of a previous enemy.

Another surprise, or rather stroke of fortune borne from another’s need to control the flames, his previous meal-turned-betrayer had shifted focus not on the fighter and attempting to hand him over like low value goods but rather on kicking dust and sand collected on the ground in the warehouse towards the flames, and giving an easier way out of the warehouse. It seemed fire was damaging to the others as well, and the fighter could only assume it would work to their benefit as well to douse the flames for an easier exit, and their attempts would merely act as a sort of open opportunity for him and his escape as well.

It was less taxing to run than it was to keep fighting, that much was true, and the second even a small opening was made available through the barrier of flame- albeit small and not necessarily safest to pass- he abandoned his attack on his target, and instead bolted towards the opening in a half-bipedal, half-galloping manner, desperate to run than to make a decision on preferred locomotion.

The flames were still hot, damaging, but to a lesser degree than they had been before being stifled by dust kicked up by the animated corpse. He paid no mind to the others for now, letting out a sharp noise as the flames singed at his rags at his body, helping to dampen the amount of damage he would receive from such. He needed to leave, to find somewhere to recover from his heavy energy expenditure, from what damage was dealt by the fire. He had to get away.

𝔼 𝕏 𝕀 𝕋

𝌝𝌝

Abandoned Warehouse > The UnderGround
White Boy, Dinner, Fire man
Hopefulness
Raiding Wear

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”Kitty_Mew”

”C l e a r b r e e z e”

”xX_Young_Lord_CielXx”