013 :: voice/action

[prosopopoeia]

DELACROIX to VOID: 12-05-???? re: Resist

Zhe worms are everywhere. Do not listen to zheir singing. Do you hear me? Do not listen to zhem. Arm yourselves quickly.

^TURRETS

[There's a pair of turrets stationed on either side of the street. They fire indiscriminately at anything that moves, which includes Marie Delacroix, crouched down behind a dumpster, steadily acquiring more and more bullet holes. She peeks around the edge of her cover, firing off one round, and then another. They strike, piercing through the armored shell, and the second one is met with an explosion. Marie hardly hesitates before she rushes out into the open, something preternaturally fast about her movements. If she can duck down inside its range, she can hack the fucking thing...]

^HYBRID

[They look almost human, bipedal and fleshy, but something horrible has taken them over from within. One levels a shotgun at Marie, begging miserably,]

Kill me.

[Another is a step behind, head tilted back to swill down a large mouthful of vodka, liquid dribbling over its face. The empty bottle is thrown at her furiously as it in turns pleads,]

Hurry. Run.

^MIDWIFE

[Hacking apart a foul-smelling egg - life humming inside - with a laser rapier, Marie is being harassed by a swarm of insects, a cloud of something noxious hanging around her, expelled from the pulsating egg. She knows the caretakers must be close...]

^RUMBLER

[The creature lowers its shoulder, barreling forward and knocking her onto her side. She falls with a grunt, feet lashing out as she lifts her pistol. She fires one round that doesn't halt the monster in the slightest before it jams and she's forced to bludgeon annelid's head in with the butt of the gun. By the time it falls, head bleeding, it has clawed Marie viciously. Deja vu, she's lying very still on the pavement.]

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Comments

[prosopopoeia]

[She presses up roughly, shutting his mouth with a click.]

Zhese are my shipmates. You are just a monster.

[She should blow use useless brains out the back of his head.]

[worldofourown]

[He says the words between grinning teeth.]

We're all the same~

[And then he moves, zero to sixty in a heartbeat. One moment Marie has him pinned, gun at his jaw. The next, he swipes her weapon away in a blurred movement, lunging to knock her off balance.]

[prosopopoeia]

[She gives a squawk of infuriated protest, lashing out at him recklessly. She can deliver a great deal of force with this amount of speed, but if she's not careful... she'll easily shatter her own arm. Maybe she doesn't much care. Her nerves have been drawn taut for months, her grief a constant screaming thing - ( a counterpoint to the memory of The Many's song.) It is not the first time Karl Fei-Ong has pushed her beyond her limits, and his disrespect is too much. She grunts as she hits the ground, disoriented.]

[worldofourown]

[He follows her descent smoothly, his eyes red with bloodlust now, smile feral and twisted, horrifying. He's had his eye on this tasty little human for weeks now. It's immensely satisfying to seize the chance, indulge his fancy.]

[When she hits the ground, he's already hovering over her, on all fours, long hair spilling in a dark curtain around them. The air around him practically hums with malicious energy.]

Hello, Mademoiselle~

[prosopopoeia]

[She lashes out at him with her other hand, but pain has her sluggish, even with the stimulant in her veins.]

Spare me your pleasantries you feckless little savage.

[She spits at him.]

[worldofourown]

[Her blow barely sting, let alone injure. His body has taken worse punishment. Worse and worse. He bats her hand away with a casual violence, pinning it over her head. If he wants, he can snap her bones like a twig. But he prefers to play a little with his food~]

Savage, yes. Feckless? Never.

[His smirk deepens when she spits at him. Such a hissing, unmannerly cat. But what else had she expected, since the moment of their meeting? He was a monster. And this acquaintanceship was always an elaborate charade intended to end in her destruction at his hands.]

[He bears down at her throat, grinning lecherously. Serrated teeth touching, then piercing her flesh. Were he in mindless kill mode, he'd tear at her with all the ferocity of a starved wolf. But why end the fun so fast? He wanted the scent of her terror to his nostrils first.]

[prosopopoeia]

[She has been afraid all along. She would never deny that what had overtaken her ship was a horror, that Karl was a monster. If he was hoping for more, he is sadly mistaken. All he gets is a burst of heart rate, of anger. He could kill her and he is instead toying with her. Perhaps that is what is most infuriating of all. At least the annelids had seen fit to slaughter her quickly.

She would, perhaps, toss further insult at him, but there is blood welling up in her throat, and her gurgling is far from ferocious.]

[worldofourown]

[No telltale lilt of fear yet. Not even a scream - and he so adores those. But the gurgles, the racing pulse, are delicious enough. Her torn skin pulses under his teeth. He presses in deeper, the individual pools of blood bubbling up around each fang. Detaches to lave a cool tongue along the blood-slick skin. Savoring a taste.]

As expected. A little tart.

[The words barely leave his lips before he wrenches her head up to expose the pretty bluish length of the carotid artery - and bites in deep.]

[prosopopoeia]

Gnn.

[It is still not quite a scream, but she twitches, the last pathetic struggle she has in her before her body begins to descend fully into shock. It is not the first time she has watched her world fade to black in a puddle of her own blood. Perhaps it won't be the last, with such nightmares as these to keep her company.]

[worldofourown]

[The puny struggles, the dread coming off Marie in hot waves, whets Karl's appetite. Makes him smile, makes him sink his fangs in deeper.]

[Sitting up, he grabs her by the hair at the back of her head, teeth going all the way in like a hot knife into butter, yet with a messy crunch. His mouth fills with blood, hot, rich. Spills out the corners of his lips, a cornucopia. His hunger surges, and a wild peal of laughter ripples through him.]

[Tonight has proven entertaining indeed.]