✘ XIV
[Maka woke up at the bright crack of noon, which in and of itself indicated something was very, very off about her. Oh, she knew what was happening--this had happened before, though it felt ever so slightly different this time. The fact of the matter was that she did not care one bit; well, that wasn't entirely true, but the tiny, tiny voice
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Who knows, perhaps today would be different.
There's a presence behind you, Maka, and hot breath on your neck.]
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Still, loom loom breathe breathe you may or may not notice a large gloved hand trying to close in and grab your head.]
Oi, what's this? Shit, finally! You gonna show me a good time, or are you gonna just lie there like a cold fish again?!
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Sorry, lady, but I don't think I'm into chicks. I hate men, though, but that's neither here nor there. Besides, I couldn't care less about anyone besides me having a good time!
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On the upside, this is way more palatable to accept as being Arachne's murderer than sloth!Maka.]
You little bitch! Drop the act, already!! What, you think you can just ignore what you did? Fuck!!
Like I care if you have a good time or not. It's bad enough I gotta deal with a fukkin' phantom limb every mornin', like I even got any way to deal with somethin' like that! It ain't the same!
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[. . .]
Heh. Hahaha! Oh, I get it! He was right! Wow, for the love of Lord Death, you really DID turn into a chick! I wonder--if it's that big of a problem for you, I could always carve off those meatsacks of yours.
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You're just jealous because mine are better.
[Releasing Maka's head (since that was working so well, right,) Giriko limberly crouches down to sweep at Maka's legs - no chains are out yet, because after all, it would be a shame to let this end so soon.
Also Mayfield kind of ruins the point of revenge.
But that can be addressed once enough blood has been lost.]
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make this inhumanly ecstatic grin.]
Finally! Yeah, someone wants to play! I hope you're not slowed down by those weights, Titties McGee!
[She uses her hands to push off from the ground and do a backflip rather than landing her on her back. She spins her scythe into a ready position and just
smiles
at Giriko.]
Who needs those big ugly heaving things, anyway? I'd be doing you a service! Stupid ugly growths!
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...Oh. Shit, wait.
Sloth.]
Fuck! I knew it! Fukkin' knew it! Arachne wouldn't had been taken down by some boring little shit!!
Oi! Hey! Th' hell d'ya think you're gonna do with somethin' as skinny as yourself? I bet the only good thing about it is that you're tight! Shit! Like that matters anymore! [LEER.]
You wanna play? Fine! About time! I'll show you a good time.
[With a flash of light and the revving of an engine, Giriko's chains are out. The horrible chainsaw man-woman kneels down to the ground, speeding towards Maka at a frightening pace.]
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For the most part. It won't be enough to avoid being cut entirely if Giriko were to try a kick or a slash.]
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SHIT, WHATEVER.
Giriko uses his momentum to launch himself into the air, twisting and pulling his chains from his legs, for the first time since he's been in his new body. Damn, the tits did get in the way.
He descended on Maka, ignoring her dance (because after all, she had never been too much of a threat before, not without her partner) and focusing his attack on her upper body - not her chest, but her shoulders.
It's far more fun to disable and play with your prey, after all.]
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There we go. Thanks. Only thing Soul was useful for was getting the stuff out without needing to cut me up.
[Of course, being just so happily enveloped in madness, she doesn't need Soul to balance the power of the Black Blood and sanity. With the big gash seeping Black Blood, Maka simply turns it into the armored black dress she had used in her fight with Arachne.]
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Tch, that so? Guess first gear ain't good enough for you anymore, huh?!
[The blades on Giriko's legs began to spin slightly faster - third gear. He had dealt with the black blood before - something that stood out in his otherwise hazy memory as actually being interesting, and knew that at the least, he could cut through it, given enough time and effort.
For once in his life, time and effort were shit he did have.
Spinning around, Giriko sent a kick flying directly at Maka's scythe - it wasn't a real weapon, just an inferior copy, after all, and there was more than one way to disable someone.]
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[Maka bends over backwards for the kick to go flying over her. Her back makes a bit of a strange cracking sound.]
Stupid Soul!
[She falls on the ground, rolls over, and jumps up. She seems to be...strangling the neck of her scythe now, shouting several creative (if nonsensical) obscenities at it. Apparently she has temporarily forgotten that this scythe was, in fact, not Soul.]
I don't need him! Stupid men. Right? Oh, wait. Never mind.
[She deliberately slits the side of her neck; the Black Blood covers the scythe. It's really good steel and all, what with being made by Ed, but obviously the stupid fake scythe--EVEN IF IT DIDN'T BACKTALK--wasn't good enough alone. Black Blood isn't invincible, but this is much better.
Even if she is starting to feel a bit woozy.]
Men are stupid. If it doesn't involve a heaving pair of fatsacs, they're not interested.
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Tch, that ain't all! You got to have an ass, too, you know! Whatever! Like you'd even know! Right?!
[Giriko's foot landed on the ground, his entire body twisting and spinning in near-breakdance fashion. His other foot followed, striking at Maka's scythe again, leading into a flip onto one of his large gloved hands as his legs attempted to hit the meister on her upper arms in a flurry of psychotic cartwheel attacks.]
Come on! You just gonna stand there, or what?! Shit! You're more interesting, but you're still slow as hell!
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Whoa. That felt good.
[She's starting to see double now. She's not like Chrona--she's no fountain of Black Blood. The more she used to reinforce her armor or heal her wounds, the more tired she got.
Although, that kind of felt good, too.]
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