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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 18:35:17 GMT -5
Giving a strained smile, she stepped toward the woman. "As you can see it might be better if you leave." She won't be held accountable for what will happen if she kept this up.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 18:36:51 GMT -5
Rayne jerked at the other's movements and tensed, her hands coming up again although this time her stance seemed more unsure. "I told you- that wassssn't an option for me." Was her retort, though it lacked the sharp bite it was notable for. A forked tongue flickered behind her fangs and she briefly considered if her poison would even work on this woman.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 18:43:27 GMT -5
"There is always an option," she said offhandedly. Her eye twitched as tar moved under the lid, before pushing out and sliding down her cheek. "You have a better chance of living if you leave." The mask was cool in her hand as she pulled it from its hold and slipped it on her face.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 18:45:57 GMT -5
"You act like you don't run the risssk of dying if you don't leave too." She replied curtly, gaze narrowing again. This woman was getting to be more annoying than the twins- a feat Rayne would never thought anyone possible of achieving...for some reason the thought of this cult member dealing with the twins cause her...a discomfort? The feeling was an odd one she couldn't name- although that particular issue wasn't all the uncommon for the heartless humans. Rayne shook the thought off and instead twisted her body so she could kick out at the arm slipping the mask on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 18:50:43 GMT -5
The hit dislodged the mask, sending it clattering to the floor. A flicker of shock shuttered over Chronic's face before twisting into a glare. Her hand twitched as she reeled herself back in. "I don't." The glare lessened, but her focus remained at the woman.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 18:53:07 GMT -5
She should be concerned that the cult member hadn't found back- but right now her goal was to knock her down and make her stay down. Ignoring the other's comment she kept her momentum going and brought her elbow down at the base of the woman's back before twisting her hand in the fabric at the back of her neck and jerking her away. Rayne pulled the woman to the side and lifted her opposite leg to swing it forward and aim her knee at the woman's face.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:01:34 GMT -5
Pain exploded from her neck as the bones cracked, taking away any possible defense reaction to the knee crashing to the center of her forehead. It was jarring to say the least. She fell from the woman's grasp, stumbling to the floor in a heap by her mask.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 19:06:26 GMT -5
She kicked the fallen cultist hard in the ribs, trying not to focus on the uneasy feeling creeping up her spine. This was too easy. With what she'd seen there were no weak creatures in this cult. And the other wasn't a pacifist, that she could easily tell. Still, Rayne swallowed back her uneasy and instead coldly yelled "Fight back!" Because she couldn't stand it. Everything she fought fought her back. Even she'd fought back when...those thoughts were enough to make her hiss and slam her foot down on the white haired woman's hand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:12:18 GMT -5
"You know," Chronic said, grunting at the pain. "I was really hoping you would leave." She jerked her hand out from under the foot and grabbed the puppeteer's ankle, yanking her down to her level. She turned her face toward the woman, her neck snapping as splintered bones rubbed against each other. "I'm trying to be nice."
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 19:18:18 GMT -5
Falling didn't hurt. She was used to that but...Scared. She wasn't scared....or was she? Could a heartless human still feel fear? Meeting the woman's eyes confirmed that yes, Rayne could very much still feel fear. She swallowed hard, poison dripping down her throat. She couldn't hesitate now though, she had to keep going, finish the other off and pray no one else came this way because she had a feeling this would be a fight she wouldn't get out of easily. Igorning the sound of broken bones Rayne twisted her leg out of the woman's grip only to send it crashing back down on the spine she'd decided to destroy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:27:24 GMT -5
Snap.
The skin on her hand slit with a hiss and a black tar like substance shot out and wrapped around the puppeteer's leg. Flicking her fingers, the tar threw the woman down the hallway. Chronic took that moment to stand on shaky feet. Her head and chest swayed as she tried to steady herself. She looked like a broken doll from how her body hung there. The vertebra were still not completely healed, but quickly straightening her out with sudden jerks as they snapped into place.
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 19:35:23 GMT -5
Rayne didn't scream- no she'd seen far more gortesque things in her time with the Puppeteers but- her breath caught in her throat as she crashed into the wall. She fell down it, landing in a bent mess on her stomach, a long hiss leaving her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck. That hurt. She should have known the bitch had something up her sleeve like that tar.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:41:19 GMT -5
Heel clacked against the flooring as Chronic stalked toward the woman, sneering as she rubbed her 'blood' off her face. She stopped a few yards away and glared down at the pup. "I will say this one more time, stand down."
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Post by The Puppeteers on Aug 28, 2015 19:45:01 GMT -5
She tensed and curled slightly in on herself. Her body hurt but no, she couldn't surrender. If she did... Rayne let out a harsh breath and cursed herself as she lunged forward, using the wall to kick off of as she threw her shoulder at the other's waist. "I sssssssaid no!" She was durable- she could handle plenty of hits...but she needed to get that woman down and make her stay down.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 19:52:01 GMT -5
Chronic slumped slightly over the woman's shoulder as she took the hit. Black tar formed sharp, elongated claws at her fingertips that she used to slash at across the other's back. "Fine!" she hissed as she stumbled back. She grabbed the puppeteer by her hair and slammed her face into the wall.
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