Let's Not Lose Our Shit
Characters: Asad Smith
Location: Deck 13
Date: [Present]
Rating: [PG-13]
Asad carried an unconscious body over his shoulder as he walked out of the temple on Deck 13 and through the cheerful sprays of blooming flowers. He wasn't going far, no, Asad knew he didn't have to go too far to cause a massive amount of pain and destruction.
The woman's black hair swung to the rhythm of his steps as Asad walked, and finally when he was about ten feet from the temple he simply dumped the unconscious form of Alice onto the ground with all the care generally provided to a sack of onions. She did not stir.
Asad's sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his heavily scarred forearms were bared to the world as he removed what appeared to be a large wooden stake from the pocket of his jacket. He'd hollowed it out, filled it with ingredients extracted from areas of the ship, his body and, of course, Shayn's. Asad smiled as he knelt down and gently arranged Alice's limbs so she was laying spread eagled.
The stake in his hand punctured the soft, boneless flesh of Alice's belly easily, and immediately the woman's fingers and toes began to curl as the moisture seemed to suck out of her limbs. A revolting stench rose in the air as thick, noxious fog rolled out of the stomach-wound and Alice's mouth--a bruised green carpet of gas that withered and rotted any flowers it touched into wet piles of decomposing organic matter. The carpet spread, growing larger and larger across the field of flowers and bumping up against the base of the temple. Immediately the rock of the temple began to weaken, and the building groaned as hairline cracks started from where the green fog touched and propagated themselves upwards. Asad smiled.
"Not too long till the whole thing comes down, hm, Alice?" he said, kneeling by the body, watching the noxious gas spread its tendrils further and further out. As the caster, he was immune, but anyone else wading through one of Asad's most powerful hexes would find pus-filled boils sprouting from their skin, painful, and weeping welts where the fog burnt off their skin. What was more, anyone unlucky enough to wander into the spell's reaches would vomit, cry, grow dizzy and nauseated and then, well, it just wasn't a good idea to fall to one's hands and knees in the middle of this spell.
Death wasn't quick, but it was highly unpleasant. Hair and skin would rot off just like the flowers, eyes and teeth and fingernails disintegrating and then...
Asad smiled and stood as the fog ceased expanding. Alice was dead, and so the hex had no more fuel, though it would remain active on this deck for several more hours before fading away. Asad wandered towards the elevators, whistling a tuneless melody. A little present for the passengers to enjoy.
Location: Deck 13
Date: [Present]
Rating: [PG-13]
Asad carried an unconscious body over his shoulder as he walked out of the temple on Deck 13 and through the cheerful sprays of blooming flowers. He wasn't going far, no, Asad knew he didn't have to go too far to cause a massive amount of pain and destruction.
The woman's black hair swung to the rhythm of his steps as Asad walked, and finally when he was about ten feet from the temple he simply dumped the unconscious form of Alice onto the ground with all the care generally provided to a sack of onions. She did not stir.
Asad's sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and his heavily scarred forearms were bared to the world as he removed what appeared to be a large wooden stake from the pocket of his jacket. He'd hollowed it out, filled it with ingredients extracted from areas of the ship, his body and, of course, Shayn's. Asad smiled as he knelt down and gently arranged Alice's limbs so she was laying spread eagled.
The stake in his hand punctured the soft, boneless flesh of Alice's belly easily, and immediately the woman's fingers and toes began to curl as the moisture seemed to suck out of her limbs. A revolting stench rose in the air as thick, noxious fog rolled out of the stomach-wound and Alice's mouth--a bruised green carpet of gas that withered and rotted any flowers it touched into wet piles of decomposing organic matter. The carpet spread, growing larger and larger across the field of flowers and bumping up against the base of the temple. Immediately the rock of the temple began to weaken, and the building groaned as hairline cracks started from where the green fog touched and propagated themselves upwards. Asad smiled.
"Not too long till the whole thing comes down, hm, Alice?" he said, kneeling by the body, watching the noxious gas spread its tendrils further and further out. As the caster, he was immune, but anyone else wading through one of Asad's most powerful hexes would find pus-filled boils sprouting from their skin, painful, and weeping welts where the fog burnt off their skin. What was more, anyone unlucky enough to wander into the spell's reaches would vomit, cry, grow dizzy and nauseated and then, well, it just wasn't a good idea to fall to one's hands and knees in the middle of this spell.
Death wasn't quick, but it was highly unpleasant. Hair and skin would rot off just like the flowers, eyes and teeth and fingernails disintegrating and then...
Asad smiled and stood as the fog ceased expanding. Alice was dead, and so the hex had no more fuel, though it would remain active on this deck for several more hours before fading away. Asad wandered towards the elevators, whistling a tuneless melody. A little present for the passengers to enjoy.