Wilcox
Master of Nightmares
The Chariot
"OW!" Elrene held her shoulder instinctively to stifle the bleeding. A black liquid quickly oozed over the injury, thickening the blood that was spurting out into a gravitating mixture of black and red, the wound now but a black indention. The bit of her neck that SIN was consuming quickly blackened as well, the tar-like substance leaked from between his teeth. "You ass, that was totally my move!"
In a fit of anger, Elrene forced her mutated right arm to change form. With a pained grunt, the organic tesla coils fell apart and the arm split into five pieces, losing the joints as the appendages elongated and took on a more liquid form, becoming an amorphous mass. Blood dripped down her cheeks, her eyes brightening in color, now glowing brightly in the dark hallway.
Elrene took yet another charging stance, ready for a third bout. Her ears picked up the sound of multiple foot steps coming down the hall. It wasn't the curators or rytirs, they typically worked alone or in small factions, and it wasn't the Geffenhaus Patrol, too ill equipped. It had too be none other than the Suppression Squad, coming to subdue the monsters battling in the sub levels. The GSS, fast, organized, and well armed, specializing in freak take down. Outside of the prison, they were typically accompanied by the collection squad or GCS.
"Guards coming?" She looked at SIN with a look not of hate or disgust but annoyance, rubbing the dark spot where the side of her neck use to be, "You, monster, I'll return the favor later. Understand?"
The Wheel of Fortune
Ash glanced around the room a bit, "I don't know where Maya Melfeur is... Mind if I enter?" She walked in without waiting for a response, a rude thing to do but she was never taught proper mannerism, having grown up at the facility. "I-I... didn't know who to go to."
Ash's face was as blank as ever, her condition made it difficult to express herself. "A direct attack won't work against me. If I can see it coming, your fire will never touch me. Shallow strikes won't do any damage. I specialize in close quarters... My power..." She just realized how little sense she was making and paused. Why did talking to people have to be so difficult?
She stepped in closer to Cordelia and face the haunt, lifting her pink hair away from her face with two fingers, showing the brutal, jagged scar that ran upward from between her eyes. "Don't get the penalty round... they'll..." Ash recalled her first and only penalty, it was never televised like it was with the typical inmates. They had cracked open her skull and poked around the inside while she was still conscious, a long lingering pain that wasn't just physical. "Daddy will..."
Her hands trembled, a contrast to her still blank expression. She let her hair drop over her face. "Throwing the match is illegal, I can't kill you or Melfeur... can't protect you..." Cordelia was probably the wrong person to go to for emotional issues, especially ones that couldn't be expressed. Normally, Ash would've gone to Zara but her roommate had been absent. Kaiden was outwardly nice and supportive but cared little for other people, he'd said so himself, after Ash had payed him.
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