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[RP] Soul Eater: New Earth

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Tickles:
And like that, he let the scythe go. Again he was bored. Not the reaction he was expecting.

Guess you're next.

He caught the blade, and stopped the spinning with his fingers. He then pulled the chain as hard as he could.

I know you're quite familiar with this feeling. I think you last dodged a burning fist.

With a final pull, he brought the meister to him, opening his cloak to reveal an expanse of nothingness. A void he would call it. Waiting inside could be anything he imagined, anything he wanted for this meister to experience. She was brought closer and closer until, poof, gone.

So Steven, tell me, does it hurt when I do this?

He used soul distortion on the poor weapon, causing it to tense up and lock his chains. Inside the void, one voice simply said.

"I know you're a filthy witch"

The-Blades-slave:
Warren pulled his scythe closer to him when the stranger released it, trying to shelter her from the enigmatic man with his own body. "Got...gotcha." The last of his adrenaline ran its course and his knee buckled, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Warren!" Silene shifted back to her regular form, catching him and gently lowering him to the ground, resting his head in her lap. The sight of him, clammy and barely conscious, was enough to make her sick. She tenderly stroked his cheek, afraid if she pressed too hard he would break like a porcelain doll. "You idiot... You stupid, stupid idiot..." Her voice cracked on the last word and she pulled him closer to her chest, crying and praying to whatever God was out there he would be alright. "You can't die, not yet."

Warren weakly raised his hand and brushed away her tears. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." His words weren't very reassuring considering his arm shook when he even lifted it, but he had to try. For his sake, if not hers. If he admitted he was probably going to die down... wherever they were, it was all over.

Part of Silene wanted to hit him for being an idiot,, but a larger part of her was just overwhelmingly happy he wasn't dead yet. She was tired, hurt, terrified and sickened by the thought of what she had done to her best friend, but as long they were both alive things would turn out alright... Reigning in her emotions, she applied what little medical knowledge she knew. "We need to staunch the bleeding, Warren."

"Yeah." His voice was weaker than normal, even to him.

Silene morphed her arm into a scythe blade and sheared through the midriff of her shirt, turning the sweater into a belly shirt. "This is gonna hurt. You ready?" Warren nodded and she began, wrapping the stump of an arm up in a nice, tight bundle with the cloth. Warren grit his teeth in pain, his blood seeping into the shirt-bandage. It was already maroon, so the blood only darkened the red color.

"....Thank-"

The scythe meister was cut off as the girl from earlier, the one who had wielded the chain chakram, whipped past them with a shout. His face paled when she vanished into the darkness of the cloak, anger resonating from his very core. "Silene, help me up."

"You don-"

"Help me up, now." Something about him visibly changed. The color in his skin started to returned, like energy rushing back to him, and Silene felt his wavelength strengthen. She nodded and helped him to his feet, slinging his good arm over her shoulder and supporting his weight, not for the first time shocked at the inhuman endurance her human meister possessed. "Just don't push it, Warren. Please."

The meister didn't acknowledge his weapon, limping forward with her aid to stand directly in front of the foremost of them, which happened to be Jessie and Alex. "Hey!" Warren's grin would have made Hason proud, predatory and shark-like, revealing his bloodstained teeth. It made him appear less weary, despite the bandaged arm and clammy skin. "I'm gonna blow you apart!"

Silene involuntarily flinched at the sight of the stranger and the memory of how it had felt to be wielded by him, unable to stop herself, but Warren's arm tightened reassuringly around her neck. She wasn't alone. They could do this. She switched into her scythe form, landing in his good hand, and it felt different. She didn't feel weaker than him, she felt equal. Their soul wavelengths complimented and strengthed each other, giving him the power to throw himself forward in one last explosive attack. "Die!"
 

Desbear:
Steven

His heart nearly stopped, and he only grew in rage as the blades were caught... It was that feeling again, that feeling of having failed his partner... As his meister was flung into the void, he felt rage continue to build, even as the soul distortion was activated, his anger broke through... He had to do something. He couldn't fail again... He wanted to do something. Anything... But he couldn't. His chains were locked, and he was firmly stuck there... He had failed. He couldn't do anything to stop the one that held him... He was stuck there, and there was nothing he could do about it... And that hit him. A wave of despair began to wash over him as he realized, that all he had done, for his partner, or anyone else... Was fail them.

Hason

When he yanked on the chain, this time... I didn't let go. I couldn't, it was as if my hands were locked in place. I just... Held on, until I was flung into what seemed to be a never ending void, full of darkness and open space. I floated through this void for what seemed like an eternity, before a voice rang out... One that would haunt me forever. It was... His, saying that I was a 'filthy witch'...  I felt a knot tie itself in my stomach, and I felt my eyes begin tear up... A voice cracked out, the person saying it being very obviously teary, possibly even crying as they spoke... It was my voice... "No... No no no... I'm...I'm not..."

I felt my chest begin to feel heavy, and my breathing becoming strained... An image of *him* appeared, as if running away... Running away from... Me... I extended my arm, as if trying to go out for him, as if to... Grab him, and stop him from running away... I spoke, a voice broken by sadness echoing out... "No... Come back...!" And then something I hadn't expected happened... I fired out magic, water, in the shape of a shark's maw, from my hand, towards him...  The bolt quickly caught up with him, biting off his legs... Another voice rang out, once again his, full of anger and hatred... "Ah,  shit! Get away from me, ya' fricken' monster!"

Those words... I felt my...My everything begin to crash down on me... I felt my emotions begin to be thrown around willy nilly, and I just... Fell. My knees gave way, and I fell to the floor, the image disappearing subsequently... However I didn't see it's departure. I just... Sat there. Crying... Thinking... My voice rang out, however the tone was quieter, being hushed and strained, as the words echoed into the vast nothingness..."No...no. I'm not... I don't want to... I'm not a monster... I didn't want.... I didn't do... I'm...Sorry Steven."

Lunartic:
Whatever the hell Alex said made Jessie feel a lot better about herself. She took a deep breath, steadied her shaking body. Another breath, dried her cold cheeks. One more, pulled herself from Alex, looked her in the eyes, and together they stood. It’s a special feeling when two souls resonate so deep and strong, pounding with every adrenaline-charged heartbeat. And they felt it.

One look at the two standing side by side before them was all it took to bring them forward.  ”We need to get Hason out of there.” Jessie was shocked that she could recall the strange girl’s name. ”If we can get back Steven we might get somewhere.” And again with the names! How was she doing this?

”Get ready Jessie. I want you in my hands the moment he makes a move.” Alex's voice was quiet but strong. This is the voice Jessie was hoping to hear.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessie watched Silene transform and fall into Warren's hand - holy shit he lost an arm! - and she reacted without hesitation. "That move is now!" she yelled as she transformed.

I meant the cloak thing, Jessie. she whispered while drawing an arrow.

Jessie shrugged - almost ten years and it still amazed Alex that she could see that. Close enough. Now let's go!

Tickles:
Two attacks coming in form either side left the Stranger with a couple choices. Eat the attack and lose all the work he has gained, or dodge it and lose his two captive. He got out of the way, dropping Steven on the ground. Hason was ejected from the void in a random direction, though she fell on solid ground.

There we go, that's what I've been waiting for. You will make great meals for my creation.

The Stranger disappeared into the shadows to regain some strength. Torturing victims takes a lot of energy.

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