tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Dec. 01 (evening)
Rating; PG-13 (violence, language)
Characters; open
Summary; and The Host arrives in the city square, refer to this for guidelines
Log;

Almost four hundred pounds of cyborg puppeteer was flung haphazardly into the brick wall, through the brick wall. She bounced along, meat and metal, every part of her throbbing with a maddening pain no other puppeteer could bear to fathom. Her fur was matted, marked by sweat and blood. Something felt dislocated. Her right foreleg was numbing. Despite the assurances of the advanced, top-of-the-line musculature melding that prevented most primitive projectile weapons from puncturing her vitals, she still could be mangled, like now. She wasn't sure how long she could last. Maybe she deserved this, could have foreseen this; she was stupid and headstrong enough to fight the beast bare hoofed. She should have brought a blade, a small projectile weapon, spent her free time trying to construct a basic harmful laser, something. Instead she had launched herself at the thing, over the gaping maw, between the two withered, leathery necks, trying to tear into its wrinkled back flesh with her clawed hooves. There was her enhanced strength, and then there was the creature's reflexes, how what was once its back leg was held like an Earth scorpion's. That was careless.

Unfertilized gametes still leaked out of the hole in her belly. It had tried to impregnate her, pumping her gut full of the slime while the other one that would assuredly turn her into a vessel of infection was held off with both sets of teeth. The other two prongs had been trying to tear her open. She got away then and had been running ever since. There was fear, and then there was the basic Fear that had gripped her people ever so tightly. Never had she been so scared for her (second) life.

It caught her. She fought back, but it was a futile attempt: It was insanely strong. Unbelievably strong. No creature could be that strong.

The sickening scent of ill puppeteer musk came closer. She could almost feel its horrid, humid breaths as it homed in with a slow, agonizing sureness; it knew where she was. Her remaining two legs uselessly swung against the crumbles and tile; she could not crouch away, her legs weren't built for it. A cornered herd beast, Guardian threw both heads back and gave a cry of alarm, an ancient noise of pained, panicked trumpets that carried a message that she begged was universal.

An oily voice. Low notes slithered through the air in her native tongue: "Yes... Sing for the humans you love to despise. They shall come to the beautiful sight of me crushing your proud Guardian bones. Let your demise mark my departure from your wretched, terrified race.

"Die in terror, disposable little Warrior."

The great shape could be seen crawling. Those teeth could be heard, clacking with an ill glee anticipating her battered body. Maybe it flickered gold. Golden tentacles. Many golden tentacles reaching for her, promising a second death.

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"I'm a little...tied up." It wasn't in her nature to be funny in a situation like this, but Greed's statement seemed to calm her down a bit. She couldn't figure out if he was being serious. "That man..." she muttered, pointing to Kantarou, "...save him, please." She continued to struggle against the spell, but her constant use of ki had worn her out a bit.

Kantarou smirked slyly, "Oh, it's you, Greed-chan!"

And though he sounded confident, he was a bit wary, knowing the nature of the man. He understood power and knew who had the more.

"I can't do this alone if you're here~" he drawled, "Heartless-kun! Yu-kun! Ryu-chan! After him! Everyone else! That man is dangerous!"

Greed slammed his fists together, the armor making a CLANK-ing sound. He took off, tearing up earth and heading for Kantarou.

"Sorry, kid! Gotta' listen to the lady!"

He ran through his opposition, dragging them with him if he had to, and tried to clothesline Kan-chan, only aiming to knock him out.

Kantarou knew, from experience, that running away from the Homunclus was futile. He instead, fired up a binding spell once more, making it as powerful as he possibly could and sent it hurling towards the Homunclus.

He was one with the Host. They were one. He could not, should not fear.

The binding spell worked, but it just bound his upper body, now making him the equivalent of a battering ram. He began to weave toward him, making a less hittable target, hopefully.

"Get ready kid, I'll go easy on ya'!"

He got close and ducked low, then shot forward, driving his head into the boy's solar plexus. He followed it up by pulling his head back up to catch him lightly in the chin. He stepped back to see if the boy was out.

((ooc: Greed doesn't like hurting decent folks. He's just trying for enough to knock him out.))

Kantarou would have lost consciousness at such an attack, but the slug nestled deep in his brain refused to let him and while he fell to the ground, eyes closed, he was hardly unconscious.

In retaliation, he used his most powerful fire spell at Greed, not caring much about the proximity and the damage such an attack would cost him too. He had to win. Had to. Had to. Power. Power.

"I can't lose..." he hissed.

The fire disappated and flowed around his shielded skin. He reached through it and grabbed him, the fire having made his armor red hot. It seared Kantarou's arm where Greed grabbed him.

"Night, kid."

He straightened his fingers and tapped him in at the base of his skull to try and knock him out.

The attack couldn't have come at a better moment and the Homunclus' action spared the red-eyed young man from the pain that would have followed if he had been dealt with the attack any later. He collapsed bonelessly to the ground and shortly after he did, a small, disgusting slug the color of blood began crawling out of his ear.

Greed picked up the small creature and crushed it in his palm, the sat the Kantarou next to Motoko.

"I don't pity you the headache you're gonna' have when ya' wake up, amigo."

He cracked his neck a few times and marched off to clean up the area.

"ON IT!"

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To Greed and Kan-chan

To Greed and Motoko

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To Greed and Motoko

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