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Cain stood in a graveyard smoking a fat blunt of some marijuana. Nica stood beside him.

"Do I really have to be here?" Nica asked. He looked awkward sitting beside Cain, who wore a black t-shirt and black shorts. Nica himself, while an exact clone of Cain, was wearing a white suit and gold bracelets. He had, afterall, once been the king of Tia. All he had ever really been, though, was a puppet of Cain's.

Cain hupped himself off the gravestone he sat on, flicking the blunt into Nica. It burst into a firework of ashes upon hitting Nica's blazer.

"You're nothing but a tool, Nica. Sit still and be quiet. He'll be here any minute."

@Your Unlucky Raven

 

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As the crisp cool night air mixed with the ancient worn scent of stone and earth, the breeze would linger through the trees, sending the leaves twisting amongst sturdy branches.

Sitting high upon a branch, one leg bent with the knee drawn closer to the figures chest, an arm bent rested upon it as the other leg draped freely to one side. Dark knit fabric hugged a slender frame, it’s metal plating inlayed upon vital points would seem to give off an oily glint.

Sitting forlorn upon the side of the tree was the Seven foot halberd the creature usually favoured, a simple construct with a blade to one end roughly three feet long, the opposite end a malice looking blunted end.

A sly smile would dance upon pale lips as those ever swirling hues of her eyes would dance across the two figures before her. How long had she been waiting.. Time was an irrelevant construct, for the young woman had all the time in the world. Her tone like molten honey, amusement and caution dancing between her words. A brazen creature.

”Took ye’ long enough.” 

@amenities

Edited by Your Unlucky Raven

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Binki’s position was about twenty meters to Cain’s right perched about 10 meters from the ground. As the ash burst across Nica, it not only clung to his tie and lapel but multiplied in size. Cain thrust his left hand into Nica’s chest, trapping the heat and adding some of his own to the mixture. Nica’s torso immediately began swelling with the energy Cain had charged him with and shock spread across his face, as this had been his master’s immediate reaction to Binki’s words.

Then Cain planted his right foot, green eyes boring through the space between him and the girl.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” he snarled as he whipped the entire body of Nica Sero at the entity in the tree. Nica cried out in fear as his swollen body hurtling through the space between him and the branches on which the girl sat.(1)

As Nica sailed away, Cain nipped his thumb and gave her a thumbs up, sneering with the blood dripping from his lip and fingertip as he braced on the offending hand’s wrist.(2)
 

Spoiler

1) Quickdraw: Nica throw! 

2) Prep: blood magic

 

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The creature within the tree would lean back, letting their black clad form hang below the branch of the tree by her knees, a giggle slipping from the throat of the woman as her grin would spread. The object he had thrown would have whizzed passed the place her head had been moments before as the scent of his blood lingered to her scenes. Sweet, intoxicatingly sweet. Those dark swirling hues taking on a deadly edge as the color seemed to bleed into her skin. Darkened tendrils snaking across pale flesh like creeping spiderwebs, interlocking and fusing together to form similar plating across the remaining vital points of her exposed form. How long had it been since she'd last eaten.. the smell of his blood made her stomach growl.

Releasing herself from the tree she would fall to land upon the ground with a soften thump upon the grass, black armored hand would play across the blackened steel shaft of the halberd, rescuing it from its perch against the tree. Her grip upon it would tighten as the metallic black form would advance toward the bleeding man. By now that call of corruption had encased her form, giving it some degree of armor. There were its limitations however, even as the black tendrils slipped across the blades of grass, whispering sweet promises for a price. 

She would pay little heed to the anger in the mans words as her own came out like a purr, "My sweet... you smell delicious...and I fear I have not eaten in days.."
 

As she made her way toward him, those blackened snakes would stretch across the gravestones to the sides of her, devouring the ancient stone beneath its hungry grasp. There had been no sating the hunger of the void, for it sought to swallow the young puppeteer too, clearly had it touched him surely something dreadful might happen. Yet as she would advance the gleaming blade of the halberd would swing toward him in a testing move. The only matter at the point was to what extent of damage could she ensue before the corruption waned, time would tell.

@amenities

Edited by Your Unlucky Raven

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Cain’s red eyes brimmed with unblinking wetness as Nica flew through the space between him and Binki. About three-quarters of the way to her she swung down from her branch so as to avoid impact; this was to be expected. What she might not have expected, though, was that the swollen Nica— the living, breathing man who cried out in fear as he flew over her— would explode just as he flew a couple feet over her. Instead of her ceremonious descent to the ground, she would be slammed roughshod down into the earth with the concussive force that issued forth from Nica’s sternum, eviscerating him and splattering his gore all over the tree and Binki.(1)

The puppet master lifted his right arm, sniffing underneath it. He smelled delicious, did he? Did vampires like the scent of their kin broken down into Cain’s sweat and shit? She wanted his blood? What a novelty. It was he who would dine on her blood, said his curled lips when he lowered his arm. Between his furrowed brow and his wicked sneer it was hard to tell whether he was angry or excited, but one thing was always certain in this land: Cain was a voracious and knowing fighter from the very first step.

Cain closed one eye now, tears of highness rolling down his right cheek as he focused his bleeding left thumb on her like an artist does a beautiful painting. His tongue poked out and swept away the rivulet of blood on his porcelain chin. (2)

“You want some of my sexy blood? That’s right, come and get it.” His voice coaxed the bloodcovered Binki as she stalked toward him.

It was almost hard to see in the darkness, but mandalas of black tendrils began unfurling from behind the fallen king’s back. His fiery mane lifted from his neck as the black extended from his flesh, twined through the hair on the back of his head. From the entire back of Cain’s body the black unfolded, lifting him from the ground and advancing in front of him to coil with the snakes. Cain held no weapon yet, only his black clothing, but he had been raised about 20 feet off the ground so Binki would either have to leap up to him or cut at the tendrils to get him down to her.

 

Spoiler

1) Quickdraw: Nica explodes, launching Binki into the ground.

2) Gathering prep: blood magic

Stored preps: 1

 

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Ohhhh, he was a tasty treat indeed! If the corruption coating her skin could squeal with glee it would have, her blackened armor absorbed the remains of the eviscerated material that splattered it. Fragmented pieces of bone, sinew, tendons and ligaments mixing with the crimson rain. Having been thrown into the ground had been fun, indeed. That strange black material would absorb the impact, tiny spider web like cracks seeming to appear within, had one been that close to notice, would begin to fill in with a similar shade of red. Why waste energy standing? The corruption spilling across the ground would have opened beneath it as the force of the explosion would have shoved the cackling form through. That darkness seemed to linger across the ground like a black silk veil, swirling in an elegance that beckoned death laced promises. There would have been a moment then, where one wouldn't have been sure if the creature had merely fled or re-positioned. The suspense would have indeed been a weighing thing as those seconds seemed to tick...tick....

Tock.

The young lad would have likely thought his new play thing had left him, oh.. but no, such was not the case. Two beings of such strange supernatural feats, would he have his limitations? That strange black swirling rift would have opened above him, dropping roughly ten feet from his present position twenty feet from the ground. That blackened giggling mass would have swung at him, the blade of her halberd would have come down toward his right shoulder, feigning the move to bring the blunted end back under toward the left side of his ribs assuming the lad had moved to block the move from the right. Her form parrying away back along the left as the oil slicked mass spun roughly fifteen across those blackened pools. Two could play at that game pet, but for how long?

"Mmmm. You tease me with treats and toys.."  The creature would have moaned with delight, a taunting thing, the tip of its tongue darting passed the serrated teeth of the armor that coated the Fallen beneath. Tasting the still warm blood that was slowly devoured by darkness. "But I want the real thing...I want.. You."

As the creature toyed with her new friend, those strange spider web cracks that had filled with red within that armor seemed to concentrate along the length of her arm, the same arm holding the shaft of the halberd. Traveling along the blackened steel substance, the crimson coated the edge of the blade as that next swing would have lashed toward him, the crimson slipping off the edge of that blade like an added extra whip extension coated in flame. How cute... fire and corruption, both hungry substances. Dancing with a blood magick demon. She had never eaten a puppet master before... As she advanced on him, the giggling slipping from the jagged snarled mouth of its helm. 

"Stop being so mean to me." The creature purred, "Give us what we want."
An interesting character indeed.... did she have to threaten to eat everyone she met?

@amenities

Edited by Your Unlucky Raven

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Cain’s left hand was buried in his pocket, the Big O latched around his million-times perforated wrist barely visible as it rotated lazily, yet to be engaged. The tendrils of black energy unfolding from the Puppet Master’s back engaged any snakes or pieces of corruption that attempted to encroach on his body, lapping away the foreign energy as soon as it became closer to Cain than it was to Binki.

Meaningless white noise. She would find she couldn’t just absorb him with her energy, his own aura a veritably potent monster that had supped on the blood of a million. The blood mage and the vampire would clash in a twisted case of chicken and egg: who controlled their blood better?

“You’ve never had a snack like me, bitch” his sonorous voice came in fast-time as she swung her blade down for him after exiting what Cain could only assume was a portal. He jumped nimbly to the side as her halberd came down, barely moving to instill the motion in a move that accentuated his leg strength and his minimalistic movements.

Although Binki’s blade had been more of a distraction for a smack from her hilt, Cain forced her hand.

He swept his right hand out, lashing for her face even as her blade halted and changed direction so she could hit him with her handle. The blade of her halberd severed his right hand cleanly at the wrist, but instead of flopping to the ground the hand continued flying, propelled by Cain’s control over the strands of blood still connecting the severed hand to its wrist. The severed hand would backhand Binki in the face even as her hilt whiffed on the spot where Cain had once stood (as he was now in motion to the side). The back of the hand would connect with devastating snarkiness just before Binki could retreat across her black pools of escape. (1)

Immediately after ensuring the severed hand held enough momentum to backhand Binki in the face even while swinging her weapon, Cain released the cut-off appendage. Only AFTER hitting Binki would it flop to the ground and the blood from Cain’s amputated hand and crimson spraying wrist cover Binki’s lips and face.

Cain imitated fake fear as he held up his right squirting wrist, his left hand still buried in his pocket with the thumb bleeding from his nip earlier. Only he was rubbing the blood all over his hand in the pocket. (2)

As the vampire danced away with his blood on her, Cain waved the handless wrist at her. His feet had still yet to move since he threw the exploding Nica at her.


“Aw man, why’d you have to go and do that? That thing was really handy!”

He paused, grinning facetiously at his own joke. 

Spoiler

1) Quickdraw attack: Blood mage Binki backhand

2) Gathering prep: blood magic

Stored preps: 2

 

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