[OPEN FIGHT LOG] Destroyers and Hellcats and uhhhh OH MY!

[lestrangestone]

Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 29-31
Where: Anywhere you want it to be. Make threads! EVERYONE IS ENCOURAGED.  3...2..1...  FIGHT!
Format: Whatever you like!
What: THE DESTROYER. FUCKING HELLCATS. RODS. General chaos!
Warnings: Will be updated if need be! Probably violence and gore, maybe language?

Day One  5/29

Day Two 5/30

Day Three 5/31

[ooc: I didn't know if

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DAY THREE - 5/31

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DAY THREE - 5/31 || Because there can never be enough cats!

[cursedtobe]

[ Truthfully Freya could pick better days to try and figure out why she had changed into a bastet that day. But maybe, just maybe, if she could figure out why, maybe she could learn to control it, and then she wouldn't have to be afraid.

Just her luck that when she went out, hearing about the creatures, that she encountered one of the hellcats. And just like back then, she felt the fear, the urge to fight to keep it from killing her.

Though it hurt like it did every other time, she didn't fight the transformation from girl into bastet. Ferocity was the form of the black winged creature leaping on the first beast and tearing right into it, intent on dispatching it. ]

ALL THE CATS YES

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[Ohoho what's this? That girl. The girl with the mark. The girl that stank of fear even through the Forge? No fear now, as skin shifts and human semblance falls away into...

...no.

It couldn't be. But it was.

Mouth slightly open as she makes her way toward the girlbeast.]

[cursedtobe]

[ Not as a bastet, no. But the fur is flying - so to speak. Never mind the shreds of clothing left on the ground - not totally shredded this time. At least that meant she could put her clothes back on. Sort of.

The hellcat goes down with a final scream of pain as Freyacat tears its throat out, not noticing Bella's approach at first. Once she drew near enough, Freya's head snapped up from the hellcat corpse, staring balefully at Bellatrix with a low growl. ]

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Reducto.

[Narrow eyes as what's left of the hellcat explodes into bits. If it knocks a man with it, cracks his head against the wall, she doesn't seem to notice. Either way, there will be no rods heading toward you, girl-wrapped-in-cat-wrapped-in ....just what are you?]

Who are you? Did she send you?

[Had Luciela recruited others? How come this one had not identified herself? These are the questions that plague Bellatrix, not the issue of the growl, or the stink of the explosion a few feet away.]

[cursedtobe]

[ She can't talk as a bastet, but she steps back all the same, a startled snarl escaping when the hellcat splatters worse than Gallagher's watermelons. And some poor random schmuck standing in the wrong place at the wrong time gets conked out by a hellcat skull. Ew.

Still unable to control her transformation, the change occurs all the same, no longer feeling in danger from the creatures. Especially since one is now the shape of paste. ]

Wrrr.. [ Words starting to form as she shifts from cat to human, bones cracking, her skin bubbling as it shaded lighter, less furry and back to flesh. Naked flesh, but flesh all the same. ] ..W..Wroarh you talking about?

[ A gasp of pain as the last bone snaps into place, and she quickly grabs the tattered remains of the dress, hugging it against her. Modesty preserve! ] Wh..who is she? No one sent me. [ But she knows Bella doesn't she? She's heard her voice, seen her face before. ]

hkhsdk watermelons /dies

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[The transformation transfixes her, and she's stilled as bone and flesh move from bestial to humanoid to ...this girl. Again.]

Your true form. Which one is it?

[A muttered word, a flick of her wand and Freya might find that she's dressed again. Another word and the tears in the fabric mend themselves - whispering as they go.]

Luciela of the South, of course.

[And what she has become. This unstoppable force of destruction that will bring the city to its knees. Where it should be.]

Victoly~! :D

[cursedtobe]

[ ... that is the best spell ever. Freya is a bit off guard by it though - it was a fairly nice gesture. She's silent a moment more at the question, her hands closing over her arms. ]

... I don't know anymore.

[ She was human - she wanted to think of herself as human, but she wasn't sure she could count herself among them anymore. She was a monster. ]

Luciela? [ Wasn't that one of the ... ]

HAVE THE OLDEST TAG EVER /cry i thought i tagged this ;;;;

[lestrangestone]

These beasts bear her mark.

[Smiling.]

And so do you, it seems.

SO OLD IT HAS GREY HAIR. :D

[cursedtobe]

Me? This is ... [ She placed a hand over the mark on her arm. ] It's not - she didn't give me this mark.

[ Though she never looked closely enough at the beasts to see if the mark actually did match. She moved her hand slightly to peer at the mark on her arm, hesitant. ]

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Are you sure? You transformed. I saw it clearly. [Indignant. Because she knows what she saw!]

[cursedtobe]

[ ... okay she can't argue that. She stands uneasily, nodding her head. ]

I ... yes, I did but - it ... it isn't because of her. I've been like this even before coming to this place. I don't like to talk about it.

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Even before?

[Yes, she is crazy enough to stop and have this conversation in the midst of chaos. Because you're a sign, Freya. So she'll just toss up a shield in case of ...more cats. They are unpredictable after all.]

Then you've been brought here for a purpose, I'm sure of it. What you have is a ...gift.

[cursedtobe]

[ You so crazy Bella! Freya is convinced of this - not because you're carrying on a conversation with her around dead, exploded bodies and such - but because of what was said! ]

A gift? [ What. No one has ever said her curse was a gift. ]

I... I don't think it is. It's only brought trouble.

[lestrangestone]

[FREYA IS RIGHT. And Bella will try very hard not to kill the Hellcats if possible.]

Does the thought of victory trouble you? You are touched by something truly great. It should not trouble you in the least.

[The sounds of Natives dying? That's victory.]

[cursedtobe]

I don't like fighting. [ Such a WASTE of a gift! ]

All of those people - not just the ones here - they didn't... I didn't mean to kill them. Or hurt them. I didn't want to.