[Scott had been running away from the apartment building for what seemed like hours. In one hand he now clasped his opened communicator, looking to it every once in a while as he tried to keep up a hastened pace.]
"MORRIGAN! VASH! TAVROS! ANGRY SCOTTISH DUDE! CELTY! GRELL! GORO! CRAZY PONY THAT CAN TALK! JOHN AND HIS SIS! I KNOW I'VE.. ONLY KNOWN
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Scott himself is struck with fear, backing up against a pillar in the front yard of the cathedral. He felt a fire inside of him burning, but his body now refused to stoke the flame. Rather, it felt like his instincts were screaming for him to brush the fire out and cower in defense like a small animal. If only there were some method to snap out of this frozen fear!]
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"Was it.. Was it good? HEH He he he hah ha! Did you.. Did you like us.. When we.. When we put it in you?! WHEN WE CAME INSIDE?!"
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"You really have to ask? What, do you have performance anxiety?"
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Still laughing, still brandishing those jagged white teeth, Scott's negative side now stood at the ready before Morrigan.]
"Everything.. EVERY FEELING.. You think you know.. You know us?! Jokes will.. NOWHERE! THEY'LL GET YOU NO WHERE YOU HORRIBLE SLUT!"
[The legs dissipate, crawling along the ground like smoke being blown asunder by a strong wind. The trail of shadows streaks towards the body of Scott Pilgrim, now huddled up in a ball under a bench.]
"WANT US.. Yes..?! You know we have some one.. SOME ONE.. His heart our heart.. CAN YOU take that from her?! Take it from us?! TAKE IT FROM HIM?!"
[With a scoop of its arms, it lifts Scott up into its grasp and holds the young hero by the shirt.]
"WANT US?! COME GET US!!"
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"They'll get you talking. Now either say something worth listening to, or be smart and prove yourself!"
[At "prove yourself", Morrigan vanishes, reappearing behind Nega Scott, aiming a Soul Fist squarely at his back]
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Collecting once more upon the bench, he narrowly dissipates as Morrigan's attack goes through him.]
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[Strangely, his voice becomes more recognizable, less gravel sounding, and more comprehensible. At the same time, Scott's body becomes a bit more cold to the touch.]
"He thinks.. Scott thinks that you're just a fluke. Another girl to catch his attention, all the while serving her own needs with his flesh. He's weak, nothing like me. I'm everything that sack of shit WISHES he could be. This.. Is the REAL Scott Pilgrim. His every desire and every lust all wrapped up in one FANTASTIC package, babe."
[His hand lifts to reach up to his chest, placing it against his shirt. Oddly, the hand begins to sink into the Shadow's body!]
"Now, Morrigan baby, you can set him down and push him aside. Come over here, drop on your knees, and forgetting about draining my energy and put that mouth to work the way the demons intended.. Or you can be a stubborn bitch and dare to fight ( ... )
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[But those fears were real. Morrigan's expression softens. When this was over, they would have to talk. Her expression changes into a smirk at the comment about dropping on her knees and she laughs.] "I haven't kept my standing secure by following orders."
[Morrigan's eyes go red, despite her somewhat playful delivery.] "Come on. If you're going to fight, then fight."
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There's a deep growl spreading over the streets and their corners, echoing out of the darkest pits around them. A feeling of utter dread and hopelessness washes over every living thing, its tint of black coating the air with a dank stink of despair. There's a momentary flash of purple and red as the shadow pulls forth from itself a nine foot long blade.
The blade itself seems to be barely there, the blade itself being a flickering beam of purple light. It drips and is stained with a red fluid, which can only be left to the imagination as to where it came from. Holding the blade by its handle with one hand, Nega Scott directed its point towards Morrigan, his teeth seeming to become more jagged and sharp while he grins.]
"Ladies first.. Just like the other day. I'll let you come first if you let me make a mess afterwards."
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[Lifting her dominate hand, Morrigan fires off a Soul Fist aimed at his stomach.]
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The eyes approaching her flashed an even more hate-filled red tint, glowing with a fervor more potent than before. Raising the blade above its head, it readies an attack as it comes within range.]
"WE'VE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, DARLIN'! LET'S CUT TO THE CHASE!"
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