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MissingMandible:
--- Quote from: Sinib on September 05, 2019, 05:05:43 PM ---Clara
This was it...
Clara had failed. She'd failed. She'd failed. Failedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailedfailed!
She wasn't going to be able to detonate in time. Even her last ditch efforts had failed. She was worthless! Worthless to her mistress! Her queen!
Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as the hand plunged into her skull, destroying her fragile brain held inside. As the hand cut through her like a hot blade through butter, the spell that she'd been gestating inside of her went out of control, blowing out her back. With her own viscera and gore splattered on the rubble behind them, Clara's eyes turned dull as she returned to her lifeless sleep once again, wondering if Eru would revive her once more...
The last thought Mothra read was the girl's memory of a smiling elf's face with a distinctive purple gem embedded in her forehead.
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Mothra:
Mothra yanked the hand-scythe free from the corpse's cranium, backing away slowly. The body collapsed to the ground like a ragdoll, pieces of organs spilling out the rather sizable hole in her back. Mothra wasn't a stranger to death, and her hands were certainly not clean, but this was just gruesome!
Mothra vomited. She emptied her stomach contents right in front of the corpse. One hurl, followed by another, and another, until there were only thick strings of spittle hanging from her mouth. This was just like when she witnessed Zilla's death back in her original world...
The girl rubbed her mouth on her sleeve. Deep breaths now, deep breaths to steady her nerves. It was either her or the living bomb, and the living bomb was going to die either way. She did the correct thing. Looking back at the half-blown-out corpse, she still felt that she was responsible for this. Maybe if she just continued to follow instead of forcing a confrontation? Regardless, there was nothing she could do about it now. Steeling herself, Mothra went over the facts that she gleaned fromt his encounter - the face of another woman named Eru, who matched the description of the elf last seen with Joshua. This Eru also has some necromancy powers, or the equivalent thereof, if Clara's last thoughts were anything to go by.
Clara was actually a revived corpse or something similar. Ghoul maybe?
That means that it was good that she died again, right? That she can finally truly rest? Looking back at the other woman's body smashed whatever justification Mothra gained. That was still a terrible way to go...
Mothra approached the body. She rolled it onto it's back, closed the eyes, and straightened out the legs and arms. She can at least have Clara rest in a dignified position...
YOLF:
Justice
He looked back at his tentative partner for a second, and then said simply, "We talk."
Suerte could feel the shadow of a smirk crawling into his eyes, as he pushed the door open and stepped through. Justice only stopped once he was face to face with the massive man who'd led them to the scene.
"We've gotten a good look at it. Whoever did it really wanted you to see it, and maybe wanted something out of them both. So, what did they know that was so important for more than one party to want them dead?" He rumbled demandingly. "Spit it all out."
Kotomine_Rin:
The Scene
But who they found wasn't just the giant. Next to him, the same thin pale man accompanied him, giving the two a sour glare before turning sullenly to the other side. Wait, wasn't he hurt just a moment ago? He looked just as fine as when they saw him.
"Nothing. Nothing important. They were mere bodyguards to the boss." The giant shook his head, only for the thin man to continue.
"But the boss is safe. This wasn't about information, it was about hurting the boss. The message. That is why he sees the affront as a personal confrontation, and has seen nobody since."
The giant caught a glimpse however, a glimpse of the scene from the open door. And one could see his hand clenching and shaking... its glare directed at the woman.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte simply stood next to Justice, silently enjoying his tough guy act. There was always something cute about when guys put it on, but Justice's was far more convincing. The experience was clear in the sharpness of his voice. And that smirk. He was having fun, always a sexy thing to see.
"Well he be-"
She froze, turning around to see the giant man, glaring at her, like he wanted to throttle her. The cowgirl could feel her heart sink. Such a violent, angry glare from such a big strong violent man.... It was.... probably best to pretend to be scared or something. After staring back at him for a few seconds, she squeeled and hid behind Justice, poking her head up over his shoulders to get a good look at him.
Thats not cheating right? Probably not.
YOLF:
Justice
He stood as still as a stone in front of Suerte, but his own glare smoldered, crackling like coal for a moment at the burly man's eyes.
"Then why did they try to choke themselves? Or why did someone want to make it look that way, and how does it connect? Ring any bells?" He spoke harshly, as he adjusted the brim of his hat. "If he could do this to the bodyguards, then he could have done worse to the boss. So he wanted something else out of it." Or she. It was pointless to speculate just yet.
Justice looked between the giant and the suspicious janitor.
"It's pointless to send a message if your receiver doesn't understand your intentions. Hence, your boss must know something that can point us at the culprit."
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