"this is the finest of fine! you just have no taste, Hex." he scoffed, after a few moment he spoke up again. "why? do you want something? I'm sure I can create it!" he said, "and right now, I think I'll wear something nice! hm lets see." out of nowhere a privacy changing screen came up out of the ground. He stood up and walked over, "alright, lets see. black suit, black suit, black and white striped suit with dirty green grime on it, black suit, oh! look! black suit with a red tie!" after a few moments, Chaos walked out from behind of the changing screen and brushed off the fancy silk black suit he was wearing, "oh! wait! forgot the tie!" in a few moments Chaos came back out from behind the changing screen once more, adjusting his fancy red tie. "done and done. I like to think I look like a businessman. alright, would anyone like anything? the only things I can't create are living beings or animals, food, water, etc etc, and places. I can change the place we are though! hence why the room looks better!"
"Weak…" He said, making a glass of Guinness appear in his hand. He thought that Chaos was mocking his style.
Hex sighs in aggravation at his inability to summon living beings. If you could summon a child stripped of its skin and begging for its mother that would have been ideal. All I had as nourishment is the demon's piss poor excuse of food. She groans. She looks at Chaos' new attire up and down as she observes it with scorn. Is this supposed to be impressive? You look like a fool.
Vozreal summoned a child stripped of skin and begging for its mother for Hex.
"To be fair, you're copying me…" He said to Chaos
"Except I can pull it off."
"copying you? no, I just like this, plus, your outfit is kinda dusty and looks like it hasn't been washed in YEARS, no offence."
His suit was brand new, bought that day.
"Bruh, I bought this today!" He said, offended. He had tentacles wrap around Chaos, ready to kill, his crimson eyes glowing.
(OOC: So… I may have made something that's a little too graphic and disturbing to post so… you retcon what Vozreal did instead of summoning an actual child for Hex to kill? Cause there's no other way the scenario can play out and I don't wanna post something that might be too inappropriate or extreme…)
He summoned an almost dead DEER for Hex to eat, instead of a living child.
(OOC: that works! I need to some time tho, I need to take care of some irl stuff.)
alright! take as much time as you need! ))
(OOC: I'M SOS ORRY I HAD TO STUDY FOR AN EXAM IT WAS TORURE AAAAAAAA)
Finally! Something alive for once! The deer, being frightened at its new environment, tries to flee only to further cripple itself by putting weight on its injured leg and slamming itself onto the ground. Hex marches towards the creature with ease, crouching down to its level and staring at its bleeding wounds. The deer becomes erratic and frantic, flailing on the ground and trying to escape. It senses a fundamental wrongness from the witch; it sense her abominable aura, her mere existence being a stain in the reality it witnesses. It bleats loudly in fright at her presence. She takes her right claw and grasps the deer's neck in her fingers, cradling its throat like it were a child. It thrashes and bucks even more, opening its wounds wide and causing more pain. Hex leans her head down, pressing her mouth to the back of the deer's head as its screams its lungs out at this walking defamation touching it. She holds it close to her body, wrapping her arms around it and whispers into its skull, Sing for me, my prey. From its throat bellows an awful, horrific sound, like it were choking on its own screams. Its eyes rolled to the back of its head, its antlers, small enough to suggest a juvenile age, grew rapidly. The deer's head begins to be weighed down by its growing antlers as more horn enamel sprouts from random segments of its body. Its ribs pierces through its chest and its legs curl upward in a spiral formation that make it screech louder. Hex watches in fascination as the creature before her had been reformed from a deer to an atrocity wrought from her very breath. She presses her mouth against the deer's neck again, but this time, she opens her mouth wide and steadily takes its throat into her maw. Slowly and deliberately, she closes her mouth over the deer, biting into its spine and skull with practiced ease. The writhing creature stops moving. Hex continues to open and close her mouth on the deer, taking in the fresh blood that pours into her mouth. She crushes every hint of its remains between her teeth and makes a disgusting sound as she swallows it down, bone and all with little trouble. She wipes her mouth the back of her claw and sighs with pure satisfaction. She turns to Vozreal, pale teeth stained red and clothing drenched in a wet blood. Next time, make it run. (OOC: Please don't this took forever to type lmao)
" be grateful it even moved…" he said, tiny antlers popping up from his hair.
(otay so I really wanna pop in but I need to know where the setting is so I can see how my character can come in. Thxs!!)
We're in a fancy place like a void but I don't know much else)
(OOC: The reality bending dragon reshaped the room to look fancy, maybe a castle but its not specified.)
(Okay thankyou)
"Unbeleiveable." Somebody said from the shadows, a low, woman voice, it seemed so to everyone. "I've never seen anything like that, for where I come from it is far too boring."
"Yare yare…" a relaxing british radio voice said. Vozreal.
"Wow," She said, imerging from the shadows so you could only see her face. She had long, cyan hair with bangs so you could barely see her eyes, but in the shimmering light, you could see that they were also cyan. She had a black, cloth made mask covering her mouth so you couldn't see her smile, if she had one. "Im impressed by you," She pointed to the woman who had eaten the deer. "I have no power, no nothing, I'm just me. But I have done terrible things in my life before."
Hex's weakness is weed…" Vozreal mentioned
"Strange," The girl emerged from the shadows. "Hex, what a strong same for a girl who can kill with the slightest words of her mouth. I am Negative." Negative showed her self. She wore nothing but a cuffed black sweatshirt and black flats, with black long socks coming out of them. She held a long, sniper weapon, with a black ammo holder, and red parts, with the occasional black. "Her weakness," She walked closer to Hex. "Very strange, no?"
She gripped the sniper in her hand and used it as a staff, but it was far larger than her.
How tf do you speak Japanese AND sound British???)
Hex looks at the newcomer, intrigued by the new voice. Her smile widens, blood dripping from her teeth and curses emanating from her body. She scans the girl before her and tilts her head in fascination at her weapon. She regards her comment nonchalantly. It is a name my victims gave me when I took their lives. It is one born from fear and awe in the same breath. But what kind of name is "Negative?" That surely has a story. Unless your mother found you to be a detractor from her life the moment you were born. Blood occasionally sprays from her mouth as she speaks, but she offers no notice to it.
That sounds like a 14 year-old's definitation of an edgy name…"
