Post by Vio on May 20, 2017 17:08:38 GMT -5
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“Since when did weaklings get the privilege to choose how they die?” asked the Bat Man, his words scathing and bitter as the tones of the woman he spoke to. Again, his physical form shifted within a second, into something lithe and powerful and swift. Reactions as fast as lightning served to counter Scarlette’s assault, the tightening grasp of her hand finding not a furred neck, but some amalgamation of arm and wing. His other arm was on the move, too, wreathed in sparking energies that raced into her vision. Her own left hand managed to meet it in the nick of time, but only to prevent a sure blow to the cranium.
Bzzzt! Electricity crackled in her hair, a now ragged mess of umber sodden and clumped with crimson, as the Zoan’s strike skimmed her skull. Now the two were deadlocked; their movements were naught but a struggle. Even Miss Grimm-Rosa could tell her opponent’s form was not suited for this, but all the same, waning strength and vigour prevented her from doing as she dared. Footsteps grew louder. Uniforms of white and navy broke into her peripheral vision, but she disregarded their presence, eyes glaring daggers into the man against whom she wrestled.“I thought you were something else,” Scarlette hissed:
“But I guess I was… I was wrong about you… Grab!”
Desperation took over. She tried to wrest his arms out of the way, push him down to the cobblestones as her Homunculi followed her word of command and moved to clutch and weigh the warrior down. Her grasp was wet and sticky, the air ripe with a sweet and metallic odour. Tattered garments hung precariously from her shoulders, rent asunder by bombardment after bombardment of blades. Through her mind ran emotion after emotion, fighting a struggle far more intense. Should she be angry? Should she be mournful? Should she be beaming? No expression but struggle could paint itself upon her face, for every wrenching movement she attempted was met by a mix of outside resistance and throbbing pain.“Percival–soyo,” Libeccio addressed hastily:
“Your assessment–soyo…?”“I– I don’t think it’s relevant now…”
“I’m not even sure how she’s still conscious with all that blood loss,” Frank – the massive man in armour – commented as the troupe entered the scene. Again, the Red Terror had not paid any mind to their presence. The only thing she dared to even turn her gaze for, even for a fraction of a second, was the woman whom they accompanied. Clementine, the very monster that had brought her into this world, stood behind the vanguard of mysterious men and ivory uniforms. The two met one another’s stare. This time it was the mother who turned away. Where had that domineering radiance gone? Where was that powerful force that had overwhelmed her just days prior?“It looks like my ‘mother’ is here to watch,” she grimaced:
“Watch as I carve your verdict into your flesh, Demon!”
Scarlette blinked slowly, reminiscent.
“Her back… It’s scarred, but…,” muttered a man’s voice, accompanied soon thereafter by a squeaky bark and a growl. Out of sight, but not out of mind, the sniper whose bullet had somehow failed to pierce the psychotic siren’s finally regrouped with the rest of his comrades. Captain Xin Gi, also now on the scene and looking gruff as ever, raised a palm, staying the gunman’s attempt at pointing his weapon. Behind him and drawing many a pair of eyes was a bulldog. No ordinary bulldog, however, for it stood far taller than any man, save for the likes of Gi and Frank.
“I’ve… never seen that mark before,” Miss Rosa’s voice whimpered, weak and feeble in stark contrast. Another second of struggle, but soon she inhaled sharply. “Now I– So, that’s what Maxwell meant…”救
世
主
(Kyūseishu – Saviour; Messiah)“Father branded me,” the woeful woman yelled:
“For I am a Saviour – I am The Saviour! Hiirorororo~!”Whooo– …Shlrack!
Bloody petals scattered. Scarlette’s eyes widened in shock, her whole body lurching. For a split second, her grasp upon Pluto’s arms tightened further, but then waned as her own fell to her sides. Behind her, windswept blond hair rustled softly, whilst before her, cold steel dyed carmine protruded. The pains of before ceased. Thunder crackled deeply up above. Crystalline droplets pattered upon the paves, upon the bodies, upon the bloodied face of a woman run through. Tension was tangible.
“You’re no Saviour, Scarlette–soyo,” she heard the winged one whisper aloud, catching a faint glimpse of him tapping a small, black tattoo upon his cheek. “A mark carved into flesh has no real meaning, whether formed of ink or scar tissue–soyo… If all you strive for is to bring pain and suffering to others, just because they’ve made choices you disagree with, then you are no Messiah–soyo… You’re just a scourge that needs to be purged from this world to end the peoples’ pain–soyo…”
Thunder screamed. Rains fell harder.“Pain…,” Scarlette inhaled:
“Do not…lecture me…about PAIN!”
The air flashed red.
Ghastly ribbons of brilliant flare seemed to flicker, reaching and coiling like serpents of lightning. A bloodied hand grasped the blade that had pierced her torso, unanimous shock resonating throughout the audience as the unthinkable transpired. Steel snapped effortlessly, two severed blades hurled aside with such force that they each pierced half a dozen men before embedding themselves in the street. Scarlette’s left arm reached around, grasping the bizarre blade of the scissor-sword still driven into her back. Libeccio jerked his arms. The woman fell forwards, onto her knees, but quickly ascended and turned.“What the f*€% is that!?”“It’s… I’ve never seen anything like it…”
“It’s as if all the souls in Hell itself,” one Marine swallowed, “are trying to hold her back!”
“You want…to call me ‘The Red Terror’?” Scarlette queried, leaping at Libeccio and swiping at him. Clawed hands donned devilish gauntlets of virulent energy, glowing with a vicious red heat. The Agent made to dodge, superhuman speed at his side, but none could deny the sheer look of shock plastered upon his usually tranquil façade. Shock it was that made his movements falter. He stopped suddenly, red radiance driving itself into his side, illuminating a surge of blood. He moved again, this time escaping her reach, but the once untouchable and swift scissor-wielder tumbled across the ground. A deep gash had been carved into his flank. “Then I’ll f*€%ing show you The Red Terror!”“Where’d that strength come from!?” the Captain bellowed:
“All troops bring her down, now! Gah! Wipe out those things!”
Scarlette turned again, this time focusing her gaze – eyes illuminated with red – upon the roaring Officer. She did not waste time, rushing forth again as a blur of movement. Her Homunculi had given up their attempt at weighing down Pluto and, though without order to guide them, were acting nonetheless. Glowing red, emanating a strange and ghostly wailing amidst their bubbling noises, they had abandoned the Zoan and instead were in hot pursuit of Libeccio…{OOC}about pain? Well then, let’s show them what pain really is! Fierce and unseen, terrifying and demonic, The Red Terror unleashes all of her physical and emotional agony! Behold, Bourreau Frénétique!
Scarlette (Status)
23 (+7) of 19 (33) Homunculi Used (Blood Loss/Absolute Maximum)
Scythe (Broken)
Overdrive (9/180 sec)
Homunculus (5): 8 Lost (3 Out of Range, 5 Destroyed)
Gigasculus (0): 1 Destroyed
Chevalier Blanc (0): 1 Destroyed
Torso (Front): Moderate Bruising, Minor Cuts, Cracked Ribs
Torso (Left): Moderate Stab Would (Shoulder), Shallow Cuts
Torso (Right): Moderate Stab Wound (Hip), Shallow Cuts
Torso (Back): Moderate Stab Wound (Middle), Heavy Bruising
Arm (Left): Scratch (Palm), Deep Cut (Forearm)
Arm (Right): Minor Cuts (Upper), Cut (Palm), Bruised Bones, Cut (Shoulder)
Leg (Left): Mild Bruising, Minor Cuts, Shallow Cuts (Thigh)
Leg (Right): Bruised Bones, Moderate Cuts (Calf)
Head: Grazing (Cheek), Mild Burn (Forehead), Shallow Cuts
Other: Fatigued (DF Overuse), Shocked, Light Draculin Dosage, In Pain
3. Bourreau Frénétique
“Frenzied Executioner”
By channelling her pain – physical and mental alike – Scarlette becomes surrounded by a vicious illusory aura that focuses itself at her fingertips, taking on the appearance of ghostly, demonic talons. This furious crimson essence illuminates her irises, dying them their usually obscured shade of red, but perhaps the most frightening aesthetic is the horde of phantasmal extremities that seem to be trying to grab a hold of her body and restrain her. For as long as this aura remains, Miss Grimm-Rosa’s physical strength is drastically increased, scaling proportionately to the amount of pain she is in. Such ability also renders her seemingly immune to the influence of agony – though it does not prevent her from sustaining damage, but inflicting harm upon her serves only to intensify the effects. Even steel becomes little more than a minor obstacle, her fingers like hot knives through butter.
13. Étape Rapide
“Quickstep”
By moving her legs at high speed, mirroring the steps of a dance, Scarlette can achieve bursts of speed far faster than her swiftest sprint. Becoming little more than a monochromatic blur to those of keenest eyesight, she can cross dozens of yards of distance in fractions of a second, being able to match the speeds of some of the most superhuman of combatants.
Starring…
Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (960018)
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ara (eb9f84)
Captain Xin Gi (e793e0)
Clementine Rosa (c56c00)
Libeccio (87ceeb)
Percival (00ff55)
Frank (ff0055)
Dec (5500ff)
Charlie (ffffff)
Charlie’s Bulldog (927152)
Restaurant Owner (2d9231)
Old Patron (aaaaaa)
Haggard Patron (95992f)
Fat Lady (aa81b4)
Other (eeeeee – bbbbbb)
[/ul][/spoiler][/font][/sup][/blockquote][/div][/div][/div]Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ara (eb9f84)
Captain Xin Gi (e793e0)
Clementine Rosa (c56c00)
Libeccio (87ceeb)
Percival (00ff55)
Frank (ff0055)
Dec (5500ff)
Charlie (ffffff)
Charlie’s Bulldog (927152)
Restaurant Owner (2d9231)
Old Patron (aaaaaa)
Haggard Patron (95992f)
Fat Lady (aa81b4)
Other (eeeeee – bbbbbb)