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Highway 13
YOLF:
Justice
He sprinted as Punishment swerved petulantly, giving him just enough time to grab a hold of Suerte's hand. The hooves cracked the ground then, and Justice found himself lifted off by the renewed burst of speed, hanging off his partner while their unfortunate collaborator's unresponsive body flopped in his grasp.
Until he spoke that is. Nonplussed, Justice pulled forward until he could climb on the steed's back as well.
"I was starting to wonder about your stiffness," he said.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte looked back at the rubble from atop the horse, her eyes just as wide as the day she watched her own father die. She wrapped the arm not handling Punishment's noose around the child, their bodies sharing heat. "He's gone," she said. "Its best that you understand that now. Just know that I will take care of his killer."
Even if they didn't pay her, she would do it. At this point it was personal.
Feeling Justice hop onto the horse, she turned behind him and smiled, "Nice to see you alive handsome. Did you get him?"
MissingMandible:
Mothra, 8:17 P.M.
The unisex bathroom was a mess. The floor was encrusted with a layer of dirt, grime, and questionable stains. Graffiti scrolled across the four walls, and the sole toilet was missing its seat. A sorry state, for sure, but expected - after all, the gas station was right at the border of the slums.
Mothra was hovering over the running sink, constantly splashing her hands and wiping her face. She had already switched out of her monster form, removing the blood from her clothes. But that didn't remove the blood that splashed across her face and hair. The process was more difficult than expected: the young girl only came to her senses just a short time ago, and by then the blood of the undead had long since dried. Mothra's hands latched onto both sides of the sink, a frustrated grunt escaped her lips as she peered into the broken mirror to inspect her progress.
Clara wasn't the first person Mothra killed; She was actually the third. It still harrowed the Mahou Kaiju, though. It was self defense, yes, but all Mothra could think was the sickening crunch her talon made when it entered the undead woman's brain case. Another wave of emotions ran through her, and she returned to splashing her face with twice the vigor of before.
It was fifteen minutes later when Mothra finally exited the filthy restroom. Outwardly clean, yet the teenager still felt dirty inside...
Kotomine_Rin:
The kid
"No! You're lying! Liar, you stupid liar!" The girl began to sob. Why did this happen? Why?"
She sobbed until she couldn't do that anymore. She was just quiet from then on, aside the occasional sniffle.
A-702
"Unfortunately no... oh wait you're talking to him." The spider grumbled. He could be handsome too. "Kah... bullet's won't do much to someone with regeneration but... it's hard to heal off the brain or heart... shit..." It was hard to tell if he was sweating or bleeding out faster. Maybe, just maybe he was talking to keep his consciousness afloat.
Suddenly, he heard the brat and... was that SUerte? Hard to tell. He tugged at the rider with what little strength he could spare.
"If it's not much, could you drop me?"
SINIB:
--- Quote from: MissingMandible on November 10, 2019, 08:19:21 AM ---Mothra, 8:17 P.M.
The unisex bathroom was a mess. The floor was encrusted with a layer of dirt, grime, and questionable stains. Graffiti scrolled across the four walls, and the sole toilet was missing its seat. A sorry state, for sure, but expected - after all, the gas station was right at the border of the slums.
Mothra was hovering over the running sink, constantly splashing her hands and wiping her face. She had already switched out of her monster form, removing the blood from her clothes. But that didn't remove the blood that splashed across her face and hair. The process was more difficult than expected: the young girl only came to her senses just a short time ago, and by then the blood of the undead had long since dried. Mothra's hands latched onto both sides of the sink, a frustrated grunt escaped her lips as she peered into the broken mirror to inspect her progress.
Clara wasn't the first person Mothra killed; She was actually the third. It still harrowed the Mahou Kaiju, though. It was self defense, yes, but all Mothra could think was the sickening crunch her talon made when it entered the undead woman's brain case. Another wave of emotions ran through her, and she returned to splashing her face with twice the vigor of before.
It was fifteen minutes later when Mothra finally exited the filthy restroom. Outwardly clean, yet the teenager still felt dirty inside...
--- End quote ---
Thorra
The divine hammer had been flying around the city, looking over it with eyes filled with wonder. It was incredible-she'd never seen anything so bizzare or unique ever before, neither in the human realm or any divine one. It was like a mishmash of everything any anything, with distinct microcosms guided by a specific style.
She shook her head, flying towards a random rest stop to refuel her body at. It had been a while since she'd eaten, and she was hungry.
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