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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 4, 2012 7:04:31 GMT -5
Fighting the wind became increasingly difficult as the bullet train finally existed the woods sailing over farmland and countryside. Steadily moving hand over hand Aya shimmied toward the break in carraiges; careful to make sure her grip was firm when letting either hand go, feeling as if she might blow away each time. What annoyed the clambering girl was how the shutters on each of the windows on the car were still firmly in place, refusing to allow her simple entrance in contrast to the damage all the other cars had taken.
One last handhold pulled her free of resistance, dropping onto the metal plates of the coupled cars. Aya scrunched her nose, gently rubbing it with a gloved hand to warm it from the nasty chill. Observation of her immediate location showed little in terms of hostilities, however after perking her ears the alert train scuttler could clearly hear the shrill cry of another mutant. The two women must be close to eradicating the last of the B.O.W. threat.
Moving through the Umbrella marked train had been a nightmare enough; removing it from the equation was more than necessary to keep any more undesirables jumping ship. How the other train had managed to run neutral with their was curious. The badly burned body of a B.S.A.A. agent in the driver's cabin left plenty to the imagination, although Aya did not exactly stop to think about it.
Her departure had brought the train jumper towards the rear end of their train, much further away from Samantha and the action no doubt. Aya had forgotten how vulnerable she had left the girl, leaping into action as she had; her worries began to pile up on each other that she found herself sprint through cars to find the raven haired warrior.
It was while passing a cosey bar in her haste she heard the omnipotent roar of something near incomprehensible to the norm. Aya's heel almost dug into the carpet when the sound hit her ears, stopping to smell the air. A creature of her intelligence was able to assess a situation with formula unlike any human on earth, predicting and perceiving, creating plans while acting them at the same time.
This meant when something caused Aya to stop and seriously reconsider her actions, then something was wrong.
Superfrozen dirt and grim on her boots cracked and squeezed, proceeding with slow steps and taking utmost care with every breath. Aya stepped into the break between cars looking through the window of the next to see the scene.
Burried in layers of blood the inside of the train car was barely noticeable. Standing, struggling with itself, stood a dark monster brood from some unknown entity. Its design was unlike anything Aya had witnessed before; definitely nothing so elegant Umbrella ever created. For any artist of science, in a cosmetic sense it held true beauty in a horrifying way.
However it was not the organic design Aya paid attention to. The look of self conflict in the monster's being stood out to her, it left her guessing. She could see the pain of struggle as clear as day, like one person to the next. Her breath drew short.
The entrance door of the train car slid open quickly, shudder from the force. Only so much time was left to act. Blood slicked the walls as Aya's boots kicked it up, burning across the crimson floor leading up to the ebony monster. A clenched left fist thrust forward catching the self conflicted mutant in the gut before her right hand went up, uppercutting it directly in the chin.
Arms of the wrestling girl wrapped around the black beast as far as possible, heaving it up effortlessly onto her weight and tossing it the length of the car for a crash landing. Unsettled from its hoster the barrel of Aya's FNP-9 came level, holding for the monster to stand up; her firm index finger already applying several pounds of pressure for a shot.
Aya waited both patiently and anxiously for Samantha to make her move. Sweating bullets. Praying her partner would defeat the primal urge.
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Post by KR0R1C on Apr 5, 2012 11:36:11 GMT -5
The anti-human took the first two blow with about as much reaction as a brick wall, and nearly as much response. It wasnt until being tossed that the creature began to take control of its motor actions again. It only had time to partially correct its landing as its back still slammed into the door at the other end of the train. The silver eyes of the monster shimmered and anger spread across its dark flesh. Sharp teeth were flared as a low growl emanated from somewhere deep within. Trapped inside her mind Sam saw the attack coming and wished that Aya wouldn't. When she was tossed the red of the rage flared like an inferno around the inside of her mind. And just behind the flame the void made yet another attempt to spread. NO! Cried out Sam from within her confines, she prayed Aya to turn and run. The beast flashed its claws once more before charging at its fellow. In the blink of an eye it was upon her and return the favor of being tossed by batting her with its forearm toward the door she had just came in from. Continuing its unstoppable speed the shadow was suddenly on top of Aya once again. It threw up its right arm preparing to impale its target. AYA!! Inside her mind panic struggled for a foot hold but found none against the over whelming blood lust. Sam forced what little control she still had over her primal self to slow and alter the direction of the attack as much as possible. The attack continued as razor blade black claws intended for its opponents heart sailed down upon the brunette girl. Somehow the attack missed its target hardly glancing the top of her shoulder. The sovereign beast did not like that Sam was intruding in upon its fight. She shadows seemed to clasp onto her sanity. It was an extremely uncomfortable sensation. Like having your arms and legs crushed and pulled in every different direction all at once. Cries of pain never escaped the mouth of the beast, but inside its own mind torture was taking place.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 5, 2012 12:40:23 GMT -5
Hesitation had been spotted within the essence of a second its hand was raised. Aya rolled onto her right shoulder as its claw speared downward and raked into the carpet. The nimble girl wrapped her left leg around the beast's arm stuck in the floor, using the leverage to hammer her right foot into its chin while somersaulting backwards, taking to her feet again. For the raven girl to have completely lost herself in Progenitor's waves it must have still been young. Aya eyed the monster while taking calculated steps backwards, "I see you in there," she said with valor in her voice; their surroundings shook subtly from her powerful projection, as if everything spoke for her, "Selfish beast," it was not Samantha the ivory warrior communicated with, but the Progenitor which lived inside her. In a blink she vanished, "Taking over your host. Only the most envious of a symbiote would act so criminal," Aya's voice floated around its head, invading its ears on specific notes. Replicating herself was not going to help Sam with her predicament. Aya knew if it saw a creature of its own paramount it would only increase the urge to annihilate everything. The Progenitor inside her agreed; they both knew this one was still infantile, and had to be broken. Who else better to do so than someone who went through the same ordeal herself. To begin with, the fight had to be taken off the train. Aya launched from her flash of appearance and rammed all her force into the onyx skin mutant, against the wall of the train, and out amongst the Belgian countryside. Any fight they had would tear the train apart, something the self concious girl still had in consideration. The bullet train continued down the track ahead of them, leaving the two stragglers behind. Snow puffed into the air as the black figure crash landed. It's conflictor no where to be seen. It's only a child... It still has fears "I know," Aya whispered in reply, looking down on the surreal creature from above. Another of her own kind, "It's different than the last. Insecure, yet brave."It can be saved. The daughter could not agree more. Falling from the perch, Aya tucked her feet into her tail feather while pointing her knees downwards, crushing into the mutant's collar. The chrome muzzle of her PRO-9 dug into its back and jolting with each pull of the trigger. Samantha would hurt after this test of endurance.
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Post by KR0R1C on Apr 5, 2012 14:38:04 GMT -5
Something was happening that Sam had never experienced. Waves of blue seemed to pierce into the torture chamber in her mind. Between the pain she realized that everyone was a word spoken from Aya. It didn't take long when she realized they where no longer in the train for the witch to know that her instincts of her partner had been true from the start. She was the same.
Do not compare that watered down pest to me.
Pain once again coursed through Sam's mental manifestation. The sovereign beast took pride in the fact that it came from the pure source of the progenitor, it seemed to know something Sam herself did not. The void filled what little was left of the world for Sam to see. The beast took over as it laid in the snow being assaulted. ------- The size of the beast increased right underneath Aya. The face mutated with more animal-like features and howled as it was being attacked. The demon finally swatted the girl off of itself and leaped upward into the sky. An arc of snow followed its launch. As it landed the monster snatched Aya into the palm of its hand. With a roar it slammed its fellow progenitor into the nearest tree splintering it all over. "You reek of sterility. The scent of the flower does not grace this host."Trees and wind seemed to bow as the voice quaked the space around them as if nature itself acknowledged the anti-human's presence as it addressed Aya. The ancient beast applied more pressure to Aya's torso causing the shattered tree behind it to give way and fall. It tossed the girl further into the woods as it allowed its bullet wounds a moment of recovery. Soon as it felt comfortable again it seemed to manifest next to its prey. The only sign of its movement would have been the plume of snow from where it had once stood. The beast slung its claws at Aya's weapon an attempt to disarm her and force a fight more primal between the two. ------- Sam could feel the red flames licking at her mind, shadow completely over taken now and seeming to cave in upon her. One thread of sanity kept her from being totally lost in the beast. That one thread was the only other living being in her proximity, she didn't want the oncoming fight.
She'd used the powers of the sovereign from time to time but only ever lost control on a few occasions. One time in particular scarred her deeply. That time a bloody swath was carved into a dying city and Sam was forced to watch the bloodshed from within.
Memories projected themselves as the beast spoke. Sam remembered being a child all those years ago trapped in that god forsaken pit surrounded by the sweet-yet-rotting smell of the orange-red flowers. The ancient flower had bestowed upon Sam the power to save herself and exact revenge on those at the time. But had since caused her to be excluded from most of society. She had always considered it her personal curse, her payment for her life and revenge.
Yet somehow she could feel that Aya didn't experience the same type of relationship. Her's was different somehow, more cohesive. The witch didn't feel the same toward her powers. She feared them, and although she did she longed for the same partnership Aya had.
The void once again punished her for thinking highly of the brunette.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 5, 2012 20:15:55 GMT -5
Sailing through the air the human girl's sidearm smacked into a tree before dropping into a mound of snow. The beasts movement had been slow and predictable; Aya took the disarm with a fighter's vigor, letting her opponent even the field to a more traditional form. While evading with a backward bounce she reached over her tail feather, unsheathing her combat blade. A wave of white snow swelled into the wind from the distance she skid. Egoistic qualities plagues its perception. Slowly the bruised protagonizer raised her blade, pointing it directly at the living oblivion, "It is not sterility," Aya spoke in graceful wisdom, "What you can sense is harmony," she held her knife hand to one side, letting the matte black Interceptor blade drop into the bleached earth, "Mother and I have come at peace with each other," the daughter had something to prove to this abomination of primal ideology. This one used its host for its own gain. It needs to be taught. "We represent purity," Aya kept stoic as she spoke, her weight perfectly distributed to both feet and her spirit ground in the surrounding wilderness, "And I am the better for it," under her dark eyes her yellow hues flashed purple just before the breathing elegance vanished. Silence was invoked over the forest where even the wind had no say on the matter. Everything had paused for this moment allowing it to unfold with unfettered integrity. An explosion of splinters were launched through the air soon followed by another; eventually a symphony of destruction filled the air as pine trees that populated the area shattered from their grounding all falling inwards on the dark monstrocity. Flashing in amongst it all like a phantom from the null, Aya blinked around the unchained catastrophe landing punches and impacts which would vaporize a normal human, jabbing it in the gut before repositioning and tanking a haymaker into its spine.
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Post by KR0R1C on Apr 10, 2012 19:22:10 GMT -5
The primordial behemoth remained motionless as splinters flew about the air like tiny daggers. Its silver eyes relaxed as if it didnt see anything going on around it. The first blow to the abdomen connected with the dark flesh even causing the beast to double over a bit. Snow and splinters seemed to float about motionless as perception rose to unimaginable levels. ------- Sam's shrill screams found nothing worth listening to her within the void. The blue waves of energy became her only reminder that life existed outside of the crushing gravity of nothingness. Suddenly something quaked causing the darkness to shake and shudder. The invisible shackles that held Sam suspended fell loose.
Falling for a moment the witch finally found something solid and landed awkwardly upon it. Shadows swarmed to life around her circling the now free girl.
What do you think you are doing worm?
"St- stop this now," defiance rang out from the witch, though she was tired and in pain she wanted this to end.
Who do you think you are to make demands of me. I gave you life you ungrateful maggot.
The shadows raged and moved in upon Samantha. She wasn't about to give in to the restraints again. ------- Aya slipped around behind the onyx giant and swung her haymaker toward its spine. Only the afterimage remained however, the crippling blow finding no solid target. Then the very ground seemed to erupt into the sky. Trees, snow, dirt, and Aya all suddenly airborne. "Solemn words for a heretic." The growl radiated from every direction. As its words ceased the assault began. The shadow seemed to phase in and out of existence as it used the branches of the shattered trees to bat its opponent around mid air. Finally snatching her it returned her to the ground in a rough manner. ------- Shadows took on manifestations of people Sam had known and loved throughout her long life. Each approached her with open arms. But the witch knew better. As soon as one got near it took on a demonic transformation and attempted to attack. Fighting back Sam exterminated them all one at a time even as tears flowed from her eyes. Memories she had caused the sadness but something else fueled her fighting spirit.
You forsake all you have ever known for this sickening abomination?
"Not for her," hatred flared as a blue aura took upon the girls form. From the shadows emerged a dopplegangler of Aya, the primordial symbiote dug for a weak point. "No. This is for me. Im tired of playing by your rules, and your definition of freedom."
The clone Aya began its assault upon the witch. Sam fought her back and finally connected a boot to the shadow's false face snapping the neck.
"Show yourself to me you filth!"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 11, 2012 9:22:00 GMT -5
A different method of motivation... Progenitor mentioned as her little girl plummeted toward the ground. The impact caused a wide variety of disruption at a broad scale sending plumes of snow and dirt into the air. I'd never expect it to understand. Not straight away. If only the slightest drip of rationality can be wringed free, Aya emerged from the dust of the crater around her, It will help her.Clothes torn; lips of fabric hanging from her shirt and pants. Mud dirtied the human's pleasant features, yet her demeanor remained clean. Aya tore free a loose sleeve, "Heretic," she repeated its words, "From refuting destruction," she watched the monster; curious. The rebutting girl held her hands up in resent, "I am a vanguard of our existence. My hands are Hers as well. You are too young to understand that." she slowly lowered her arms, "Don't destroy what can help you.""Samantha," a voice of reason resonated around the forest, "Don't hate it. Don't succumb to it,"
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Post by KR0R1C on Jun 27, 2012 8:32:46 GMT -5
"Show yourself to me you filth!" Samantha demanded to come face to face with her demon.
"You should be careful what you wish for."
The voice no longer echoed from everything within the void. Instead this time its voice was specific and coming from one location. Sam turned quickly and watched as the shadow form Aya mutated into a clone of Sam's exterior self. With a swift back hand the demon swatted Sam across the endless expanse. She landed finally and used inertia to roll back onto her feet. Blood dripped from her mouth as she began her attack.
The witch charged headlong toward the primordial being. Her blue aura resonated around her. Her goal was clean and precise. She no longer wanted to fear this creature, she no longer wanted to hate who and what she was, she didn't want to put those near her in danger anymore. And to do all those things one thing must first happen. She needed to break this demon, prove to it that her existence was not at its whim.
Her first kick was blocked by its massive arms but she twisted her body mid attack and brought her other leg around and down onto the behemoth's neck. Fully suspended mid air Sam regained traction by planting her hands on the ground and flipping out of range of its retaliation swipe.
She dove in toward the beast once more. Determined to be unrelenting, to drive her message home. The progenitor send a massive claw flying at the raven girl once more but she rolled just underneath the attack. She came up right next to its face and with a spin planted the tip of her elbow right between its eyes. The impact cause a popping noise and the beast roared and clambered to cover its now bleeding face.
"You no longer scare me. Your power was intimidating at first, your blood lust to much for me to control. But this is my body, and without me your still just a half rotten flower."
The beast was getting smaller in both the mental realm and in the physical.
"Insolent brat! Watch what you say to me!
It blindly charged Samantha but she easily side stepped its attack and planted a boot into its spine.
"No. You've got it all wrong. You should watch what you say to me. You can harbor this hatred and rage as long as you want but this is my body, my will, and my life. And I will NOT carry around that mess the rest of my existence."
She slowly began to approach the beast keeping her defense up but trying to not show anymore offense. The monster continued to shrink looking less and less dangerous by the second.
"I use to hate you. In fact I did up until a while ago. Up until I saw how cohesive Aya is. I want that I dont want to constantly be battling with myself. And if I live life hating myself, how can I ever expect to be able to truly love anyone else."
A dark skinned nude clone of Samantha sat curled up in the darkness gasping for breath, trembling with fear, and useless rage. The real Sam's aura engulfed it wrapping it, protecting it.
"So it has to start here. I do not hate you, and I hope you will see it the same way soon. I love you, because you are a part of me. And without you I would long ago be dead and gone. You are mine."
She knelt down next to her shadow clone and held it close to her. As she did the blue aura spread through out the endless ebony world and began glowing. It eventually turned everything into a blinding white light washing out all the pain and suffering.
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In the real world the beastial form of Sam fell to its knees in the snow. It shrank rapidly taking on the form of Samantha once again. Her slim nude figure fell into the ivory snow causing great contrast against her still dark skin. She attempted to speak but only a weak noise emitted. Slowly her skin would return to its normal pigment. But rest would be needed to recoup from the rapid mutation.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jun 28, 2012 11:40:58 GMT -5
It took a few more moments for the snow to settle, the torrential flurry sent skyward after a jaded conflict; one fight both physical and personal. Shadows of the storm faded way to the typical white blind of snow; the grey sky, made darker by the woodland canopy above, had not needed yeild any light to cause the bleached white power to be so bright. With some visual adjustment the whiteness became bareable, however no handicap was needed to spot the black-tinted girl laying half fetal on the ground.
It was emotional - that was the conclusion Aya came to as she stood over the ebony girl. She could feel her stomach turn. The first time in her life she encountered another who changed in appearance and demeanor, as herself. It depressed the girl that it had to be an encounter like this; she briefly wondered how else it could have gone, fooling herself. There was no scenario which would have permitted it happen any other - better - way. She wished it would have been more peaceful.
Due to that thought alone caused worry. The symbiote had a bad feeling this was not the victory the raven haired girl was searching for; Aya worried Samantha took the path of dictatorship instead of equality. It was too fast of a trasformation to her original state; she could not answer to every h+'s personality, experience on the topic simply caused her to draw the negative conclusion. Even if it was a period to a long run-on sentence, it only complicated her situation for a later date. Aya feel a need to be there for Sam in case her significant other ever grew tired of its shackles.
Whipping her arms around pulled the cloak from her camel pack, swooped around the girl on the ground. Aya carried the apparel wherever she went as a means to cover up when mutation tore her clothing to shreds; it seemed suitable for Sam; the thermal fabric would help with the chilled weather too. She wrapped up the wrought girl, helping her to sit while keeping an arm around around her shoulder. For the moment they would wait until her weakness passed, allowing for recuperation. Meanwhile Aya thought of how they would make it back onto the train.
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Post by KR0R1C on Oct 25, 2012 10:07:14 GMT -5
Sam was numb from head to toe and it wasnt because of the snow around her. In fact the snow around her seemed to be melting away because of how much heat her body was giving off. She hardly felt as Aya wrapped her in the cloak and pulled her limp body upright. They sat amidst the rubble of their conflict doing nothing but watching the world turn.
It wasn't until the sensation of a chill run up her spine that Sam realized feeling had returned to her body. Attempting to clench her fist resulted in stiffness and an aching sore that seemed to run along every nerve line in her arm. She winced at the pain for a moment but flexed her hands a few more times until the tension in her muscles relaxed a bit. The soreness would take a bit longer to work out, but she could deal with that.
Shame flooded her attitude as she thought about how best to communicate with Aya now. She was distraught over what had happened, over what she had done. She felt pitiful that the darkest, and weakest side of herself had so bluntly made itself known to her. And most of all she was ashamed that Aya made her look so inferior.
How would she ever make up for what she had done?
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Oct 26, 2012 9:38:15 GMT -5
It was easy enough to tell the girl was feeling sorry for herself. There were not much one could say to cheer up someone like this; psychiatrists would not have even researched how to react to someone under this sort of trauma. All the raven-haired girl could do, for now, was figure it out for herself. As for the other girl, she would have to let her partner dwell on it while on the move. Snow crunched as Aya kneeled, looping her arms under Sam's legs and back. Pain was a natural malefactor from mutation, it was better she accepted it now and let it grow on her.
Snow crunched under her boots as Aya carried the fractured woman through the forest; sense of direction wore tight, knowing the best path was not coming easy. As she had already thought, not much could be said to aleviate the problem cloud hanging over Sam's head, but at this stage even Aya could not stand without hearing a voice, "Definitely got the Yin and Yang thing happening here, y'know-" she sniffed, "Me, being all order. You, all chaos'n'stuff. Seems appropriate," she laughed, "Could tone that down when on a train, though. Or a plane..." Aya pondered the thought, "Or any real form of transportation."
Finally the train track came back into sight, visible by a bridge branching out over a valley. Aya chose to circle around, deciding following the tracks would be their best chance at finding some establishment. Clothes. A feed; Sam especially after burning so many kilojoules. A rest and some means of travel. She doubted Dragonfly would be so willing to bring in an airlift all the way out in the Belgian countryside. Aya called in enough favors, hardly repaying them back as it were. She mumbled under her breath, "I'd hold out my thumb for a ride. Don't think any trains will be running this way after what happened in the mountains," she suddenly broke into a jog when the outline of establishment could be seen down the track. Several huts, one larger building that looked like a silo. Through a window a light could be seen, "Maybe good. Or bad," she slowed to a walk again on the approach.
No visible movement had been seen leading up to the front door. Aya knocked - listening - no response. It was unlocked. The single room hut left little to be hidden. Candles flickered and a fireplace crackled. Observation of an empty rack and coathanger suggested the owner was out on hunt. It was still early enough for them to be out for hours, Aya went to set Sam down and fix up some food. Clothes would be next.
The correct colour could be seen returning to the black girl's skin. A good sign, her melatonin was returning to normal removing anything foreign in appearance. Complete recovery was ensured. "How are you feeling?"
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