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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

tune

Hex, trying to devise ways to cease her bloodlust, had barely any time to react to the blunt that had landed in her mouth and made its way in her chasm. At first she was stunned. She almost couldn't register what just happened. Then, an eerie calmness claimed her face, but not from the effect of the drug. She looked at Vozreal with very real indignation in her eyes, but she was not as insanely furious as she was before. Instead, she slowly took her left claw to her forehead and grasped at her head, her fingers clutching her temples. Then, for the first time since she got here, she did the one thing no member of her species should ever do under any circumstance if they value their life: she sang.

O' black and bloodied knoll,
Neglect those soulless skins.
Yield the ungranted toll,
Lured by forbidden sin.

Her voice became warped and distorted in chaotic harmony as the cursed melody left her throat. The smoke began to roll out with it, but she ignores it and continues.

Bounded by hate and tongue,
This weak forgotten prey.

Her teeth, one by one like before, tumbles out her mouth. Despite this, she continues without faltering even though her tongue slips out as well. They fall to the floor and slowly hiss and decay.

This blackness we have sung,
Begets immortal day.

Her eyes are next, splattering on the floor with a repulsive sound followed by the hundreds of squirming twitching eyes of her victims. They all begin to hiss and blacken just like before. And she continues her melody.

Now weak forgotten flesh,
Never to see the sun.
Return so to my nest,
Your death will never come.

The last note hangs in the air as her body crumbles into a pile of blackened acidic sludge. A disgusting gurgling sound stirs beneath the rot like a vomiting stomach. It stills momentarily as the pool of black flesh sits patiently on the ground. Surprising, unlike before, it did not disintegrate. It remained where it was, stagnant and unmoving.

Negative was frozen in fear through all of this. She had no idea what was happening and soon she just ran off, scared of what had happened. She dissapered.

She appered back right in front of the black sludge. "Its a quirk." She said. "Im still human. A human would get scared by all of this." She started at the ooze on the ground. "The heck just happened? Did she kill herself?"

Her weakness is weed and I throw a blunt into her mouth"

The black ooze ripples on the ground frantically. It sways up and down rhythmically like it were breathing. In one intake, it raises itself up to six feet and a tower of eyes and mouths bulge outward, all gasping and staring wildly out or screaming their lungs out. It stretches upward to eight feet, the screaming getting high and distort with fear and strain. An opaque veil covers the grotesque visage and a torso forms above sporting a familiar coat/jacket/ something which sprouts two arms tipped with black claws. A black orb with two ovals manifests on top of the carnage, looking through the crowd without any emotion. All of a sudden it snaps its head back and lets out an ear piercing screech. Her eyes shine brightly and claws stretch wildly. She hunches over, hands on knees(?) and makes horrific retching noises, like a dog with something clogging its throat. She chokes on her bile for some time before finally letting a small object drop out of her mouth. It was the blunt.
(OOC: The same thing happened on page 11 so give that a look if you want something detailed.)

Doesn't she need to eat in order to re generate?))

I kind of want my character to stop time kinda like DIO and Jojo's bizarre adventure did, but I don't know how it would work well)))

I like it actually, and thank you!))

ZA WARUDO!" Screamed Vozreal. And time stopped.

Negative looked around, not knowing what the crap was going on. She was frozen, because of Vozreal, and ddin't know what Hex did to regenerate.

(The blunt) Negative thought to herself.

Oh, and this was only 10% of his power. He picked up Negative and threw her at Hex. (I SOWWY)

Hex's thoughts: FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- breathes in UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

And then time resumed

He want th- as negative crashed into hex

Watched*

FUCKING SHIT MOTHER DICK FUCK DAMN ASS BITCH SHITTY FUCK ASS!!!
Swears and words barf out of Hex's mouth along with the remnants of more bile and vomit. Vozreal some how froze time, picked up Negative, and chucked her straight at Hex while she was still hacking up the blunt. She's knocked backwards to the ground by the intense impact of a full grown creature being hurled at her while vulnerable and her head hits the floor with unrelenting force. She feels her skull be split open and growls ferociously in annoyance. She grabs Negative by the throat and lifts her off her body. She then YEETS her several feet away, (I'm so sorry), but she continues to lie on the floor to contemplate how her life got this stupid so fast.

Your next line is ' what the fuck? ', isn't it?"

Hex looks to him from the ground with a face filled with more contempt and anger than she ever had since her arrival. No, it's go fuck yourself. She sits up and leans on her legs with her arms on her knees (?? OOC: I seriously have no idea if she has legs im gonna be real). She puts a claw to the back of the head and feels the huge fracture trailing from the top of her skull toward her spine. She pinches the wound closed with her fingers and just sits on the floor with a "I'm seriously too old for this shit" expression. I have ways of dealing with you, demon. She spoke low and tired. Her energy and patience were running thin. Just as you with me.

I miss Georgie, my pet dinosaur…"