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Aftermath; Restoring the World (Open RP)
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"I disagree, you are jutht a walking womb," Cyrus shrugged lightheartedly, watching his underling coil his mechanical tail around Malice's ankle and slam her against the wall.
"Like I thaid, however, thith can go the hard way, or the eathy way," he added. The augmented man then lifted the woman from the ground, holding her upside down.
"Work with me, woman, and I'll make it enjoyable and worth your while. Deny me and I'll remove everything thanth the copulative thythtem, and thtill get what I want."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Cyrus' Lair, Stormwind
"You don't understand," Malice cackled. "I'm fairly certain I gave birth just a few minutes ago!" she guffawed. "Why on earth would you want to produce offspring with me, anyhow? Certainly you can see the folly of it."
Gurka groaned, feeling odd and slightly ill. "What happ--" she stopped, suddenly spotting "Rutherford." "Spirits!" she exclained, trying to get to her feet.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Becauthe you can thurvive getting your womb bifurcated and having runeth grafted onto it," Cyrus said patiently, absentmindedly licking the stub left of his arm with his overgrown tongue.
"Tho, are you going to make it anymore difficult for me?" he asked.
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
The troll was no longer engulfed in purple flames, and the runes on his skin were no longer glowing. He was holding his temples, rocking back and forth, trying to push back the anger that now demanded he burned the place to the ground.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Cyrus' Lair, Stormwind
Malice grinned in frustration. In most situations, her problems were always solved by throwing copious amounts of Fel at them. Here though, that seemed a less effective option. She wriggled in the augmentee's grasp and strove to tear open a portal. "I dare say, if you succeed in your endeavors, you won't be happy with the results..."
Gurka stopped a moment, realizing that the thing she'd seen had been Ga'crane. She hesitated a moment, and then got to her feet and moved over to him.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
The tailed man slammed Malice facefirst into a wall again, then tried to graft on the collar while she was distracted. Meanwhile, Cyrus paused his licking just long enough to disrupt his prisoner's spell.
"Let me be the judge of that, human-or-whatever-you-are-now."
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
"Gurka?" Ga'Crane said hoarsely, looking at her through bloody haze. He winced - every movement caused pain now that his skin was torn all over his upper torso and burnt on his arm.
"Joor wound..." he managed, before a fit of violent cough interrupted him.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Cyrus' Lair, Stormwind
Malice laughed madly as the wall introduced itself to her face. She pressed her hand to her neck, trying her damndest to avoid having the collar attached to her.
"I'll be alright. You need healing, though," Gurka answered, a healing glow beginning to surround her hands as she moved over to the troll.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
, Ebony Gang
Location: Ebony Gang Ship, Open Sea (Headed North)
Morec pulled himself up onto the boat and brushed off his armor. "How did it go, sir?" one of the gangsters asked him.
"Poorly," Morec admitted. "But it's her loss, not ours. She would probably attract too much attention to us anyway. Has there been any alteration in what's happened here?"
"No, sir," the gangster replied. "That vrykul of yours just stands and stares... personally, boss, it freaks me out."
"Good. Hopefully it'll scare any would-her heroes as well." He laughed darkly. "Mister Jeck is still here, I'm sure." The gangster nodded. "Tell him I wish to speak with him, immediately." The gangster saluted and hurried off while Morec headed towards the captain's quarters to relax.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Cantus," Cyrus said lazily, "Do you perhapth need my help?"
"Not at all, lord," Cantus said solemnly, adding a quick spell in eredun and then opening his mouth wide. Four glowing fel tentacles flew out, attached to his tongue, grabbing Malice's wrists and ankles and spreading her arms and legs wide, all the while slowly burning away her clothes.
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
Ga'Crane hung his head shamefully, mechanically taking out a syringe with regenerative serum and sticking it into his neck.
Post by
Monday
Characters
:
Alnerigo "Flamehowl"
Location
: Stormwind
"This seems to be more trouble than it's worth," Flamehowl commented, quietly.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Ga'Crane
Location
: Stormwind
"Dat felblood," Ga'Crane said equally quietly, "Do joo know 'im, brotha? Why did joo let 'im through?"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice, Gurka
Location: Cyrus' Lair, Stormwind
Malice grinned, uttering a countercurse in Eredun. She was fighting a losing battle, she realized, but she hadn'run out of tricks yet.
"We have to go after her..." Gurka stated simply.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
While the four tentacles struggled to keep Malice pinned, Cantus closed the claw on the end of his mechanical tail around the woman's neck. The way he saw it, he could just as well have put the collar on after she lost consciousness from lack of oxygen.
Meanwhile, the gan'args returned, carrying carefully a prosthetic arm. Impatiently Cyrus discarded his upper robe and, taking the augmentation, slammed it into the stub that was left of his arm. Moments later his laughter, full of pain, sadomasochistic pleasure and delirium, filled the halls as thousands of little sharp claws began to dig into his body, tearing through the flesh to reach the nerves and connect them to the wirings of the prosthetic.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice grinned as she waited, hypoxia setting in and making her lightheaded and dizzy, but still she managed to stay conscious somehow. She tried to say something, but with her windpipe so obstructed, the words died in her throat.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
Cyrus's laughter, akin to whimpering, died away slowly as he bent in half, grasping his head with both his hands - his own, and the one made of cold metal, the latter's fingers leaving deep scratches on his forehead.
"There'th obviouthly thomething I can no longer do with thith one," the felblood mused, scratching his crotch with his healthy hand while giving the augment another thorough look, closing the fist and watching the servos skitter inside his fingers.
"Not that I don't have a contingent of mindlethth whоreth to make up. Thtill..."
He pointed his prosthetic at Malice and fel-induced lightning jumped from the shining metallic fingertips, enveloping the woman. The elf was laughing once again.
"It workth! It workth! The perfect alloy of magic and technology.... ith
me
!"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice gave a genuine cry of pain, though her grin never faltered. This seemed most inconvienient.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
Having laughed to his heart's content, Cyrus lowered his arms and nodded to Cantus. The latter conjured another fel tentacle, providently avoiding to near Malice's face with his own limbs, and finally attached the collar to the woman, then let her drop. The pair then waited for Malice to recover from hypoxia and try to do something, the elf leaning against a wall nonchalantly and scratching his belly, his human servant standing at attention, chin raised arrogantly and arms locked behind him.
"Dum dee dah dee dah..." Cyrus hummed, squinting at the woman.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
Malice took a few deep breaths and looked up at Cyrus with a confused grin, as if she couldn't decide between anger and amusement.
"This is a magic-dampening collar, I presume," she said, experimentally trying to open a portal.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"That and thomething elthe ath well," Cyrus nodded when not only did the portal fail to open, but also a sharp flash of pain went through the woman's body.
"If I allow you, you will be able to catht thpellth. If I bother mythelf enough, your body will turn into a puppet that I can control however I wish," the felblood continued, "For eggthample I can forthe you to thtrangle yourthelf, or rip out your own eyeth. It will cotht me thome effort, but it ith poththible.
Tho, are you going to make me uthe that collar, woman? Or are we going to cooperate?" he asked, steepling his fingers.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Cyrus' Lair
"Still..." Malice laughed, "Still you have so little comprehension. I don't believe I can be strangled, and I spent fifteen years blind. You are still treating me as a human that can be cowed into submission. I don't believe that is what I am anymore..." she grinned. "And I believe you are in for a number of terrible surprises."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus, Cantus
Location
: Cyrus's lair - Zul'Mashar - Eastern Plaguelands
"Cantus, right one," Cyrus said, snapping his fingers. The other whipped out his tail, curling it around Malice, pressing her arms against her torso. He took out a long, slightly curved dagger that bordered on sword category and, grabbing Malice's right breast, slashed at it to cut it off entirely.
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