[BATT] Un-Deadly Discovery [Cerise/Muerte]

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Where: Alley in Civisect, near the festivities of Bloodfest
When: Late evening, close to dawn
What: Muerte finds someone fun who attacks him or whatever

 

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tw: describing an dead body, bloods, etc

It was a quiet, unassuming night of Bloodfest. Not too far from the festivities, but far enough, there was an alley someone might go to get away or deal with something sketchy or dangerous. The lamps flickered, forgotten for the moment.

Slouched against the brick wall of the alley lay the corpse of a short redblood, her body riddled with stab wounds and worse, blood pooling underneath. Her eyes were closed, her weapon kicked a fair distance away. She lost whatever fight she had done, obviously. It might be considered a tragic loss to someone who considered the value of every living troll in Alternia, but perhaps even more so, a gain for someone who sees value even in the dead.

Melancholies

hi hope this is good enough? i know its short lol lmk if you want anything else or any changes

 

[Melancholies]

Muerte was busy... doing Muerte things. He had a collection of rubber chickens in his arms from the squoob booth (items that, given the state of the booth in the first place, would not be missed), and it was about time for him to throw in the towel. Bloodfest was exhausting, and now it was just about done.

He was in a relatively good mood until his boots stopped crunching in the snow and instead made a splashing... sound? He paused and looked down at the... pool... of red blood... that was all over his shoes. "Oh what the hell?!" He scoffed disdainfully as he lifted his boot up. These were brand new! He just got Aprife to buy these for him!

The next moment he happened to see the shadowy form of the body in the alleyway. He had grown used to the comforts of the swamp in that there weren't a lot of random, dead lowbloods lining the streets. Good to see society at large was mostly the same. A shame he wouldn't be able to take the cadaver back to his hive. Too long a trek and not enough resources to do so covertly.

Still, curiosity killed the purrbeast. Muerte was definitely the type to gawk and spectate at an accident. Just a peek

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There was an emptiness inside of her. Cerise wanted to move, to get up from the cold ground and go back to her booth, or maybe her hive? Her body ached, heavy and hard to move. But what was driving her now was only one thought. She was hungry. Hungrier than she'd ever been before, in her entire life.

Someone approached. Her eyes fluttered, yellow and glowing. Cerise needed something, and as Muerte stepped close enough - she shot her hand out, grabbing his arm roughly and pulling his wrist to her mouth to bite down and draw green blood, as if on instinct.

Blood! Of course! She had died, hadn't she? A true rainbowdrinker awakening...

It didn't matter now. Cerise drank the blood, feeling herself return to somewhat more coherent thoughts, her strength returning. Her pale skin began to glow faintly, and she laughed a little. It worked! She was alive! She'd have to rub it into the face of that blueblood, when she saw him again.

DMG: 5
HP: 20/20

Melancholies

yall mind if i take a sip

 

[Melancholies]

Quote:

Muerte dealt 6 damage!

Stabbed to death? How tragic. It seemed the redblood had been on the losing side of some sort of argument. Well, that was enough to satiate his curiosity for one night. He'd go home, tell Aprife about all the rubber chickens he won and the dead body he'd found in the alleyway.

Or would, anyway, until the thing ******** moved and latched onto his arm.

"EXCUSE ME?!" Muerte panicked as the rubber chickens spilling onto the floor in a series of high pitched wails. Reflex took over as he sucker punched the apparently alive redblood in the face? He moved so fast, he didn't even process she was glowing until a moment later.


Quote:
HP: 15/20
Novice Defense Style A (Robo Eye): 3/3

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Cerise pulled away at the hit to her head, but she couldn't hide her grin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing green on it. She had to grab her knife! That damn blueblood kicked it away from her when she dropped it, but it couldn't be far. Her eyes scanned the ground quickly, and now that she wasn't dying of blood loss, she could see it.

Quickly, she scrambled for the knife, still stained with blue.

DMG: 2
HP: 14/20

Melancholies

ok sorry finally filled this in

 

[Melancholies]

Quote:

Muerte dealt 0 damage!

Muerte was disorientated, his knuckles aching from the punch. He was equipped to fight, but his weapon was buried beneath layers and layers of extra clothes (that were also getting in the way, to boot).

A moment later however, and all of his panic was replaced with a sudden streak of insight. The redblood--she was glowing, illuminated in the dark alleyway where she had evidently died. Yes, yes--died--and then with the bite mark on his arm...

He laughed, somewhat hysteric. Was this actually happening? He slept last morning, right? This wasn't a fever dream? "What are..."

Then, Muerte saw the knife. There'd be time to gawk and ponder later--he grabbed one of the flaccid rubber chickens from the ground and chucked it at the redblood. Anything to buy him an extra second.


Quote:
HP: 13/20
Novice Defense Style A (Robo Eye): 3/3

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[purplerosesbeauty]

Cerise held her knife tight - she had surely missed the feeling, remembering how numb her arms had felt before she died. She had strength in her muscles again, and an increased vigor. She was going to show that blueblood a time, but maybe she should thank him! After this greenblood, at least.

The rubber chicken glanced off of her head and she laughed, realizing what was thrown at her. She paused for the briefest second. "How funny!" she cackled, pointing the knife at him in one hand while her other hand pressed against her stomach, against the wounds. "You're so funny! What are you trying to do?"

She lunged forward, slashing at him with her kitchen knife.

DMG: 4
HP: 14/20

Melancholies

<3

 

[Melancholies]

Quote:

Muerte dealt 6 damage!

"Buy time, thank you!" Muerte finally found--a scalpel? Ugh, whatever. His robotic eye was scanning Cerise's movements and had he not moved fast enough, that knife would have done a lot more damage than it already had.

At least it gave him the chance to wheel around and slash at the redblood with his own sharp blade, though he wondered if it would actually do anything considering his assailant was already full of holes. He grimaced as he suddenly realized all the red drenching his clothing. This would never come out!


Quote:
HP: 11/20
Novice Defense Style A (Robo Eye): 2/3 USING (-2 damage taken, 3x per battle.)

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doop

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

Cerise winced and pulled back from the greenblood. She might be dead... undead? But it did still hurt to get slashed at, another wound added to her body. Still bled, too... she'd have to take time to study her new body when she could.

Her kitchen knife was surely bigger and stronger than his knife! She lunged at him, slashing recklessly. "Looks like it got you enough time!"

DMG: 0
HP: 8/20

Melancholies

gasp.... good tho!!