Post by Vio on Dec 9, 2016 12:41:37 GMT -5
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There it stood. A single Homunculus crafted of her own bodily fluid lingered above the short, blackened etching she had made with fingertip. Scarlette eyed the entity, still squatting and so low enough to be face to face with the metre tall effigy. Its eyes were darkened voids – unseeing markings upon its falsehood of a façade that vaguely mirrored the dark browns of its creator. Silent was the creature, still and awaiting orders as its bubbly body wobbled slightly like jelly. The woman stood, peering through the bars and setting her gaze upon the keys.
“Fetch,” she whispered.
The diminutive demon turned and waddled its way across the wooden floorboards, following the Offspring Woman’s guidance. Commanding these entities was not always a simple as it might have seemed – thought and will alone did nothing to drive their gelatinous bodies. It had to be spoken word, loud enough to be clearly audible to the orator, else they would not obey. This one knew what it was doing on some primal level, seeking out the keys that were the focus of its purpose.Creak…!“Hnnngr…?”
“Wait!” Miss Grimm-Rosa hissed, suppressing her vocalisations as best she could. The Homunculus halted as ordered. Small and child-like it might have seemed, but liquid was heavy – heavy enough in fact to make one loose floorboard protest a little at the burden. The Gyojin guard stirred, snorted, and opened his eyes lazily. Through heavy lids he stared left and right, sending the prisoner’s heart into overdrive. For what seemed like minutes, the only sound that graced her ears was the thundering of her heartbeat. It was only actually a matter of seconds before the Fishman nodded off again, the angle of his head making it so that the carmine conjuration was too short to see. The conjurer breathed a sigh of relief.“Right,” Scarlette muttered:
“Stop.”
Why do I have to guide them through every little thing? The dark-haired demoiselle questioned the complexities of her power once again, warily eyeing the Homunculus as it shuffled over far enough to avoid tripping on the gaoler’s extended foot. Could they really not perceive such things of their own accord? Babysitting these blood-borne beings oft seemed far more agonising than the process of summoning them, but she could not complain. There had to be a secret to the Tane Tane no Mi’s finer workings, much as she had already mastered several other quirks of its character. If Scarlette could summon multiple Homunculi and even create ones with special adaptations, what was stopping her from finding a way around this ever-present obstacle?
…!? The warden woke again, this time yawning loudly and stretching. His boot threatened to kick to curious creature as he did so. The barred belle’s joints nearly buckled. Just inches shy of his toes touching the scarlet servant, the Fishman once again retreated into the realms of nap, his body relaxing in his chair. The frustration of all this was beginning to really get to her, but alas the reaper knew that her escape depended heavily on her own state of mind. Anxious and angered as she might have been, letting such temperament take over right now would cost her far too much. It begged the question; where were Pluto and Rebecca?
“Grab…,” she mouthed quietly. The Homunculus did nothing.
“Grab!” Scarlette exhaled again, more loudly. The creature heard her this time, approaching the desk and reaching up with tiny hands to wrap ruddy digits around the keyring. Sweet success – her obedient offspring now held the key to her freedom. Now it just had to return them to her. She quietly beckoned for it: “Come.”
Waddling its way back to her, the Homunculus stopped before hitting the bars, clutching the keys in its hands. The lethal lady pulled them free of its viscous grasp, examining the articles curiously before approaching her cell’s door. Now that she had the keys, she needed to open the door. But, did she have enough reach and room to turn the tumbler and lift the catch? There was only one way to find out. Through the bars again the girl in Gothic dress did shove her arm, this time at the door, and carefully danced one of the keys about where she assumed the keyhole would be. It slipped inside. No movement.
“Tch! You can go now,” she asserted.
Schworlp… Stepping to the darkness from whence it had emerged, the humanoid horror bent over and pressed its hands upon the blackened rift. In just a matter of seconds, the Homunculus’ whole body distorted and melted into a retreating magenta mass, losing tangibility as it vanished into the nothingness. Trying the next key, the woman could not help but add to her tally of queries. She knew for a fact that the blood spent on summoning her ‘soldiers’ did not return straight to her veins, so what happened to it? Was there some otherworldly plane of existence in which her puppets lived after their lifetimes had expired? That single thought disturbed her far more than she would have liked, to the point where she actually stopped testing the lock and swallowed nervously…{OOC}
Starring…
Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (990000)
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Dave-Varuna (5c3129)
Fishman #1 (dddddd)
Fishman #2 (12006f)
Fishman #3 (035806)
Fishman #4 (647025)
Caravan Crab (111111)
[/ul][/spoiler][/font][/sup][/blockquote][/div][/div][/div]Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Dave-Varuna (5c3129)
Fishman #1 (dddddd)
Fishman #2 (12006f)
Fishman #3 (035806)
Fishman #4 (647025)
Caravan Crab (111111)