Hex growls at the spineless coward hiding in the shadows, but never takes her eye off it as she answers King's question. The demon had a weapon and I simply wanted to investigate it. It blew out my eye. My socket grew arms and legs. I clawed those out. Then some PUNK BITCH HIDING AWAY IN A FUCKING CORNER SHOT MY EYE WHEN IT WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING REFORM. She points to Negative without looking away. AND THIS BITCH KNOWS SOMETHING CAUSE IT SHOT HER TOO BUT SHE IS NOT TALKING. AND. SHE USURPED MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS THE TALLEST MOTHER FUCKER IN THE ROOM. She concludes her rant by putting her arm down and staring into the shadows, waiting for a move. Her eye attempts to reform again but, it is too early to see if it will become an eye or something else again.
Negative strode around the room, searching for the person with the gun. "WHERE ARE YOU YOU LITTLE JERK!?" She yelled, her voice sounding disoriented.
Cyrus, eh?" Vozreal said, speaking for the first time since Cyrus came.
Cyrus poked his head out from his bubble of non-existence and replied, “You rang?”
The name's Vozreal." He said with a 1930s relaxant radio voice, like he was THE 1930s radio. He spoke with a beautiful british accent.
He was still smoking his cigar
Cyrus smiled and came out, holding out a hand,”Well you look like my kind of person I’m Cyrus, or Cyrene, depending on what sex my body has fluxed into. It’s a pleasure.” He still held his flask dangling in his other hand.
Yeah, yeah wrap up the greetings another time, we've got an issue here. She watches Negative storm around the room and bellow out demands. The shadows of the room did not respond at all. Hex sighs. Whoever this bitch was, they weren't going to show their face any time soon. She growls low and snaps at the air in irritation. She turns to Cyrus with annoyance etched on her face. Why are you here, reality warper? And what the fuck is up with the two name business?! Just pick one and go. Hex's eye, in her moment of pure fury, had mostly regenerated itself into something actually resembling an eye for once.
I assure you, I'm much more powerful than you are " he replied shaking his hand
Hi notice this and decided to slap her to make it regenerates faster
Cyrus looked at Hex with disdain. “I’m certainly not being called a male name while I’m female, and my name has meaning, you uncultured fuckass.” He turned back to Volzreal and replied, “I personally don’t care how much power you have. It’s your style I like.” He took a swig of his flask as he watched Hex get smacked.
Hex felt a sudden impact collide with her face. Vozreal dead ass bitch slapped her across the face. It didn't hurt, but it sure as hell made her pissed. Her eyes glow to an obscene brightness against her black fur and her teeth appear far sharper and larger than before. Her face contorts so viscerally in rage that perceiving her beyond her eyes and mouth was a risk to anyone with a weak mental constitution. She roars loud and viciously. I'LL CARVE YOUR RIBS OUT YOU FUCKIN- She lifts her huge right claw and attempts to impale it through Vozreal's abdomen. (OOC: Vozreal can dodge. I don't want her to hurt ya.)
Hi teleported behind her and stab her, basically doing a no u
I know this your wound regenerator back into a eyeball like it was supposed to but, but only when you got angry, so I bitch slap you in order to get you more angry."
Cyrus was just sipping and watching the scene with amusement p, a bubble of transparent protection around him. Suddenly his form flickered with a dark blue light and now she was in her female form, which wasn’t much different beyond longer hair, rounder face, and a different, curvier figure. She glanced down and clucked her tongue. “Huh. That was unexpected.”
Negative shark back into her egular self and sighed. "Nothing." She said to the group. "And stop fighting would you?" She asked, looking around the room, not noticing it was violent.
"And make up your gender please." She rolled her eyes.
Hex's claw met with air as she felt something pierce into her back. She snaps her head to look behind her, not hearing or caring what Vozreal said. She is too filled with crazed fury to process it. She lunges her head forward and puts his entire head inside her mouth. He can see down her throat. It was evident why she calls her stomach a chasm. Instead of an actual throat, it was an entire other realm filled with nothing but the rotting, melding corpses of all her victims, all combined into a singular until of decaying flesh. It stretched on for what could be miles of thousands upon thousands of bodies binded together so horribly. Despite their apparent immobility, every single one of them snaps their eyes up to look at the potential addition. Some twitch and jut at the sight of him and others cry out in fear. She is about to bite down right on his spine and take his head from his shoulders. (OOC: another free action, go!)
Cyrene flipped of Negative with a snarl. “I literally cannot. My creator is gender fluid and I change with them! I have no control over this!” She stalked off, leaving because these weren’t villains, they were just assholes.
King slowly blinked, what the hell happened while he was passed out? why is everyone trying to kill and/or harm eachother, anD WHY THE HELL IS THE ROOM DIFFRENT?!?!!?!?
Kinky! " he replied kicking hex off of him. Not today
Hex is promptly kicked in throat by a sudden foot and flinches back. She almost shuts her teeth around his leg, but he is quick enough to evade it. She looks back at Vozreal with the most bloodlust filled eyes since she got here. Curses and hexes slither out of her mouth and body and cover the floor around her feet(?) in a vicious blackness that reeks of death. She rolls her shoulders back, head held high and face coated in anger. She clicks her tongue. Pause. She clicks it again. Pause. Her face goes from pure fury to disgust and disdain as she absorbs the darkness back into her body. Enough of this. She spoke low and cold. This worm is unworthy of my chasm. She turns away from him, infuriated but relatively tamed to an extent. Worms and maggots like you are beneath my maw. My teeth only deserve red bleeding flesh. Not the rot you share with me. She takes a hand to her eye and notices it fully regenerated. She can see just fine now. She says nothing of it.
To this, he simply threw a lit blunt at her face, landing it in her mouth
