A New Arrival [Active/Open]
Characters: Argilla, anybody else
Content: Argilla's less-than-glorious arrival.
Location: On the sidewalk somewhere in the city.
Time of day: Mid-morning
Warnings: Freaky anatomy. Well, for a little while at least.
Someone, or something, was dumped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk like so much trash.
The creature was an odd one. Aside from the long, beaklike nose, it --she-- was like a human woman in shape. But no woman had armored plates and spikes jutting out of her body, and more importantly, no woman had a pair of fanged mouths on her chest. These mouths gasped as the thing rolled over and a sharp pain shot through her back and shoulders. Her arm ached too. What the hell had happened to her?
Then it came back. The power plant...that...that thing had been on top of Roland, devouring him. She'd rushed at it in a blind rage, transforming without even thinking about it, and the beast had overwhelmed her. Slammed her back against the guard railing, pinned her there. Soon enough it'd begin to bite her, gnaw on her, but she wasn't going to let it end like that, oh no. There'd been a lever there, on a control panel. If she pulled it, she could overload the generator. She'd die, but as long as it went with her, she really didn't care.
'So, you like electricity, Indrajit? Well I have something for you...how about you suck down the power of this whole damn city!'
She'd almost had that lever too. Almost. Almost had it. Her hand was right there, ready to pull it and end the son of a bitch once and for all. But one of its mouths had caught her arm, biting down, forcing her to let go. And then he'd been there. Roland. All bloody and mangled, almost dead, but still, he'd managed to reach the lever. He'd smiled at her as he pulled the lever, smiled at her as he slumped to the ground. There had been a sharp pain as Indrajit had begun to twist her neck, to try to break it. After that, nothing.
A slight shimmer, and the odd creature changed, now a pink-haired woman in gray. She should be dead. She should be dead, she knew it. But somehow she wasn't. Being dead shouldn't hurt this much. If it did, then they'd all been lied to. Which, given her past experiences, wasn't really that surprising. Still a bit bleary, she slowly, painfully forced herself up onto her good elbow to have a look around. This wasn't the Junkyard. It wasn't the power plant either. In all truth, it wasn't anyplace she recognized. She was all alone, and she didn't know where. Argilla slumped back down and rolled over on her side, for the moment oblivious to her wounds.
And then, she began to cry.
Content: Argilla's less-than-glorious arrival.
Location: On the sidewalk somewhere in the city.
Time of day: Mid-morning
Warnings: Freaky anatomy. Well, for a little while at least.
Someone, or something, was dumped unceremoniously onto the sidewalk like so much trash.
The creature was an odd one. Aside from the long, beaklike nose, it --she-- was like a human woman in shape. But no woman had armored plates and spikes jutting out of her body, and more importantly, no woman had a pair of fanged mouths on her chest. These mouths gasped as the thing rolled over and a sharp pain shot through her back and shoulders. Her arm ached too. What the hell had happened to her?
Then it came back. The power plant...that...that thing had been on top of Roland, devouring him. She'd rushed at it in a blind rage, transforming without even thinking about it, and the beast had overwhelmed her. Slammed her back against the guard railing, pinned her there. Soon enough it'd begin to bite her, gnaw on her, but she wasn't going to let it end like that, oh no. There'd been a lever there, on a control panel. If she pulled it, she could overload the generator. She'd die, but as long as it went with her, she really didn't care.
'So, you like electricity, Indrajit? Well I have something for you...how about you suck down the power of this whole damn city!'
She'd almost had that lever too. Almost. Almost had it. Her hand was right there, ready to pull it and end the son of a bitch once and for all. But one of its mouths had caught her arm, biting down, forcing her to let go. And then he'd been there. Roland. All bloody and mangled, almost dead, but still, he'd managed to reach the lever. He'd smiled at her as he pulled the lever, smiled at her as he slumped to the ground. There had been a sharp pain as Indrajit had begun to twist her neck, to try to break it. After that, nothing.
A slight shimmer, and the odd creature changed, now a pink-haired woman in gray. She should be dead. She should be dead, she knew it. But somehow she wasn't. Being dead shouldn't hurt this much. If it did, then they'd all been lied to. Which, given her past experiences, wasn't really that surprising. Still a bit bleary, she slowly, painfully forced herself up onto her good elbow to have a look around. This wasn't the Junkyard. It wasn't the power plant either. In all truth, it wasn't anyplace she recognized. She was all alone, and she didn't know where. Argilla slumped back down and rolled over on her side, for the moment oblivious to her wounds.
And then, she began to cry.