the black bean massacre; action
[Alex shoved the stupid little bean stuck in his pocket into the dirt of one of Edel’s plants before setting off, just before the sun rose.
he’s been very careful about a single thing and careless about the rest, but he’s finally, finally done it. blood - not his - is soaking the ground near his feet, and the animal is dead and no one or no thing ( Read more... )
he’s been very careful about a single thing and careless about the rest, but he’s finally, finally done it. blood - not his - is soaking the ground near his feet, and the animal is dead and no one or no thing ( Read more... )
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Fexis knows grander things; it is not impressed. it is a pale, shapeless breeze when it races ahead of its host, licking the remnants of now-gone power and breathing in the magic that lingers.
oh, my. yes. grand, grand! such pretty, pretty houses for the rank and foul.
child! it is upon him again, coiling its body around his shoulders and beaming. this way. go, go this way, i smell them better than you ever will!]
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Fexis scurries down and clutches to the back of his vest, seemingly needlessly, but it smells and it knows and it wants to be a surprise when it happens.]
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Head down, seemingly unaware...he was an easy target]
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ah, but, he must take good care; the Darkovs have those pesky rules. it had to be picky.
the foul smell begins to waft into the air as it, the invisible wind, spies the boy of a...strange flavor. no mere boy, no. it could use that. Alex would believe.
it flew back to lead.]
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into the streets of a city more alien than anything Alex ever imagined, so geometric and imposing and boring at its quietest. that will be fixed.]
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it smells a warm, touchable body further down. it is blind to the Locals, but the city is so clogged with delicacy, who could care?]
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Trunks is walking home from Wonderland, already finished with the first, deep in thought about the last. He's never shopped for a cookbook before, never even bothered with one back home - Mom did all of the cooking anyway, and the stuff he needed to know he learned by practice. Would the bookstore have anything basic enough for a starting baker? How basic would basic baking be, anyway? Maybe he should already get one that's all focused on tiny, fancy-looking cakes or someth-
He stops in the middle of the street, and sniffs the air. What is that smell? He reflexively turns his head down, and pinches his nose shut. It's like a freaking sewer, except Alpha doesn't have faulty drainage, really shouldn't be this bad or -
sniff - getting stronger and - another quick sniff - sewers don't smell like... blood, in appreciable quantity...]
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Alex hops into view past the last corner, laughing and spinning on his heel until he can balance, mongoose absent and wiping the corner of his eye with his forearm. he sees Trunks and stifles enough to greet, waving.]
Ah, ha-- Hello!
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it makes Alex run, and he runs like something tugged by something faster than he is, back arching backward and feet stumbling when the street changes to the Wonderland cobblestone.
smell, child. trees. you can stop there, but not yet! more, i smell, and i will have...]
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it smells a strangely familiar, immortal smell nearby and twists itself to attention, probing the air in its way for sight of it.]
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Firo's wrapped up in reviewing what techniques will work best for Rion, and so he's unfortunately unaware of Alex and Fexis in the area. ]
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Nothing too out of the ordinary, right?]
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up, child, up! we are not done. do as i say and nothing will be wrong again!
Alex gives a muffled whimper.]
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Stopping her bike by the back fence her nose crinkles a little. Did something smell weird? Looking around she finally spots the form of another kind of shuffling? Limping maybe?
Oh! It was that odd guy from once before. The one who didn't wear any shoes...]
Hey there, are you okay?
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what a place, what a place...
in its frenzy, it miscalculated and found itself the fox amid an army of hounds, and now there was need to flee. because without its host body, it is nothing in this world - or any world but the one it knows.
if it can get to the forest, the trees, then maybe...
at the smell of oncoming bodies, it lets out a shriek through Alex’s mouth. awful, awful, go away...!]
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He had taken up a position on top of a small building with a rifle on a tripod with a scope attached. It wasn't the best sniper rifle, but it would do in a pinch. His new demonic tail, wished up courtesy of some latent jealousy of Rin, lashes back and forth as he waits for the blood-stained man to come into his field of view.
"Come on, you bastard. Kekeke. See how much you like a mouthful of lead...!"
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Fexis veers the body toward the scent of trees, thicker and closer as he goes, now having to multitask: keep Alex in motion, keep the mind closed, keep the pain down, keep those souls in check, keep...
well, keeping a sharper eye around itself is not easy; guns were not something it could smell from any distance. advantage to the shooters: Fexis steered that path with no regard for the scopes and eyes higher in the sky.]
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"Gotcha."
BLAM. The shot rang out, echoing off the walls of buildings. The scope had been aimed right at the man's knee, hoping to shatter it. A non-fatal wound. Hiruma was a creepy boy, but he couldn't bring himself to be a murderer. He would stop this guy without killing him.
But, of course, even with his skill in putting together weaponry, the rifle wasn't completely balanced. The bullet lost momentum and fell from it's trajectory a bit, on track now more for Alex's shin. But he wouldn't know until he hit. Despite the boy's expertise with firearms, he has no battlefield experience; he doesn't duck down to avoid being seen if his "prey" follows the path of the bullet.
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