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Jenna shouted in surprise and gritted her teeth. This was very different than it had been a few seconds ago.
Jenna shouted in surprise and gritted her teeth. This was very different than it had been a few seconds ago.
(Hmm… true. Ōn’nyosh probably wasn’t meant for this particular rp, but, in general, I have him built as an escape artist/acrobat, and yet, he relies so much on his magical equipment and voice, that he’s practically helpless without either. At least, that’s what it seems like to me. And, it’s nagging at me, but I don’t know what to do about it, or if I’m just forgetting something, or what)
(I also kind of dropped Six in here, knowing full well he's too OP for most Rp's. And the pacing was either going to be insanely slow or way too fast, so I've tried to balance that :/ )
(By the end, these people's physical abilities will be halfway as powerful as Six's magic abilities lol)
(that's the way it's heading thumbs up)
(I just died in a different rp with my friends and I think it's causing problems lmao)
(I was wondering if Six was a bit OP, lol. That also helps clarify a few things. Without his magic equipment, Ōn’nyosh is about as OP as the average human, lol. Though, possibly not for long, from what it sounds like, snickers. But, anyway, this helped clear up some things for me, so thank you guys. I’m just apparently used to writing more powerful characters, lol)
Six finished breaking every joint in Jenna's body, other than her spinal column, and stepped back. He'd need to let that settle a moment, before moving to the next phase.
In the meantime, he stepped over to Ezra. "I guess you're getting the extra arms, and boy, isn't that fun?"
He cut into Ezra's remaining arm, quick, practiced movements fileting the skin and muscles.
Jenna laid there, in pain, but refused to make any noise. She, like Joy, refused to give the asshole what he wanted.
Ezra flinched when Six cut into him the first time, but settled into it the more he cut. "Extra?" He asked. "Where are you going to get extra arms?" He flinched again when Six reached his elbow.
Joy snorts.
"Nanites, like my wings. Probably also like my legs, later. Keep up, Ezra, I don't have the time to explain this shit."
Six smiled down at Ezra. "You did say you wanted your arm back, didn't you?"
He glanced at Joy, his smile growing, before looking towards On'nyosh, and then Jenna.
It'll be an interesting batch, for sure.
"If I weren't injured and tied down right now, I'd break your face. Twice."
Joy nods in agreement with Jenna, then pauses.
"No, we need to be more violent than that."
"Right. Have you ever seen the Princess Bride?"
"I have, but I don't remember much." Joy sighs.
"The first thing I will lose will be my feet below the ankles. Then my hands at the wrists. Next my nose. Then my tongue, I suppose…The next thing I will lose will be my left eye followed by my right. But my ears I keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing my hideousness will be mine to cherish. Every babe that weeps at my approach, every woman who cries out, 'Dear God! What is that thing,' will echo in my perfect ears."
Six glanced at Jenna. "Something along those lines, right?"
Jenna smiled. "Exactly."
Joy pauses.
"Yeah, exactly that."
Ōn’nyosh glared evilly at Six, but otherwise didn’t bother to try saying something. Besides, his vision of brutalizing Six involved a little more stabbing and limb removal than the nonsense everyone else was talking about. He also had no idea what the hell ‘Princess Bride’ was, nor did he want to know.
Six smiled. "Excellent idea, though I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to complete it."
He stepped over to On'nyosh and slapped something against the gash in his throat. It began to burn, and his airways restricted for a moment, as something starting eating the injured flesh.
"I think I'll give you your voice back. Things were more interesting when you were driving the ladies crazy."
"Ughhhh no, dear god, please no."
( XD )
(It's gonna be torture for her lmao)
(Lmao!)
Ōn’nyosh groaned in agony when Six put something on his throat. He took slow, measured breaths to keep from panicking as his breathing became more difficult. But, when it was all done, Ōn’nyosh hesitated, simply to hold back the rush of enraged curses ready to fly from his mouth. He’d already spent the better part of his capture calling Six a variety of names. It was time to change tactics.
“Fuck you, fuck the two bitches, fuck your fucking cavern of hell, and, most of all, fuck the prick that sired you, you fucking shit-eating cocksucker! By the way, how’s your bitch mother? Cooking up another patch of rotten toadstools, is she? Ooh… is your grandmother helping? I hope she fucking is!”Ōn’nyosh spat, his voice hoarse.
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