Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Topic started by: Anonymous on July 10, 2008, 06:26:53 pm
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Hmph. What a waste.
Iko sneered and looked down at his hands, the claws flecked with hunks of flesh and eye-juice. Ew. As much as he loved the feeling of squishing eyeballs, it was always so messy afterwards. Like putting your fingers in a really soft spot on a cake, it was fun but it got everywhere. Blegh.
Lifting an eyebrow and looking around, Iko kneeled down and washed his hands in a nearby puddle. What a useless business man, the blood covered the front of his suit and his eye(Eye socket?) was slowly bleeding down the side of his head making a pretty red puddle. Iko snorted and looked down at his claws before flicking little chunks from under the nail. Ah… “Much better, all nice and clean.” Blood stained if you didn’t wash it off fast enough.
”Thanks for the wallet, Buddy!” Iko dug his hand into his pocket and waved it around above the man. He was alive, his other eye still worked, though, it was likely he was playing dead or passed out. Iko could only imagine the pain of having your eye jabbed out by a thumb. He shuddered, remembering the sound and then smiled, sharp pointed fangs gave him a bit of a sinister look, but plump lips and long lashes passed him off as cute.
His eyes were a reddy-brown, while his hair, which was long in the front and spiked up in the back was a golden brown, hair clips on the left side, bright blue ones, kept the hair out of his non-covered eye. Tweaking an eyebrow, Iko put his hands in his pockets and sauntered down the ally-way, claws marks and Man-Face-Eyeballs flesh was left behind. It wasn’t that bad of a crime! He’d stolen a wallet, big deal.
A bit of a smile played on Ikos lips while he walked. Almost felt bad for anything who had been watching from the shadows.
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Krystal was watching this weird scene from the shadows. Who is this kid? She trotted to the buisness man and lapped at the puddle of blood. She didnt know why she drank blood, she just..did. GEnetic engeneering. Her paws were bloody when she walked away. She knew if she licked them, she would just kill her tongue. She got up and glanced at the man. So helpless...she might as well kill him now. She walked the other way. She didnt know why. Krystal saw the same kid, walking around. From the shadows, she called, "who are you..?" Her voice sounded not exactly human, but more like a mix of a growl and robotic. She thought she must look creepy, just in the shadows a pair of glowing..eye-type things.
((she doesnt have actual eyes, try to poke that. XP also, she somehow still can see throughtthem.))
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The hell…?
Iko stopped in his tracks and looked around, not spooked, but maybe a little weary. If someone could simply ask ‘who are you’ after watching him gouge out an eyeball with his thumb, they must have had something wrong with them. Where was the heroism? Bah. Not his problem.
Looking over his left shoulder, the right would have been impractical since it’s covered by an eyepatch anyway. “Ah… Who are you?” his voice was fairly androygenous, much like his appearance. He put his hands out, fingers open wide, hooked and leered around, moving slowly with a cat like grace. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He sang looking around, looking over his shoulder before turning around and spinning. He hated surprises.
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I'm right here.." She padded out of her hiding place. "And no, I dont give a crap that you took some guy's eye out. I've done worse." Her crystal pelt glittered. "And my name...specimen...o ne million something?"
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Iko was just a little lost.
His hands fell to his sides and he tilted his head to the left and flipped up the eye-patch to stare at her, it, the thing… Whatever. This was just a little… Odd. His right eye was the same reddy brown as his left, only the whites were black. Quickly he flipped the patch down again to cover his eye.
He lift an eyebrow and then wiped his hands on his pants before crossing them across his chest. Well… This would be interesting. Iko pursed his lips and took a few steps forward, boots scuffing against the concrete while he leered at the thing that had walked from the shadows. Neat glowing eyes, he had to give it that. “ I don’t recall saying I was worried about that.” He motioned towards the passed out man with his chin and then remained glaring at the creature.
”So, Specimen-One-Million-Something… Or should I call you SOMS? I’ll call ya SOMS, it’s faster, isn’t it?” Iko flashed a bright grin, fangs poking the lower lip while his arms slowly began to drop to his sides again. “I should tell you that being psychic in Aedolis is never a good thing, and if you are you should high-tail it out of here.” Iko waved his hand haphazardly off to the side. “Pilots, y’know? Scary bastards.”
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krystal tilted her head and her eyes and they flashed red, then remained blue. "I'm on the run from the scientists. They made me a machine of war, but think i'm too dangerous. Stupid bastards. And you can call me krystal." She heard shouting in the distance. "Hey! what the hell..? You okay? The escaped specimen did it! see the pawprints? Get her!" She turned to the end of the alley and said, "wait a minute. I'll deal." She dissapeared and reappeared in 30 seconds, after alot of screaming. "Idiots. They cant control their own creation." She smirked.
((i g2g, bye.))
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Carefully he cleared his throat and pressed his fingers against his lips. Well… This was turning out to be a very interesting day. A wallet, which Iko just remembered wouldn’t be very useful, maybe it’d have some pass-codes in it though. Secret stash of cash. That would be pretty awesome, Iko could hope, right? The eye trick was pretty neat.
Iko couldn’t imagine why’d they make something like this a machine of war. It should be more docile, maybe a little mindless, perhaps a drooling husk with a bib and a nasty temper aimed at the enemy. Totally his line of work, Iko could see it now. Himself with large glasses and a lab coat, poking at the drooling person who a lethal temper. Oooo. That would be fun.
”Bwah?” Mouth open slightly, in an almost pout as he watched SOMS – Krystal, rather, disappear and then reappear in a matter of half a minute. What the hell? Sure Iko could pluck out an eyeball and turn it to goo in thirty seconds, but… Meh. Not his problem. Crossing his hands back over his chest and looking towards the sky he licked his tongue over his teeth and gently ran his fingers over his collar bone. The lethal claws would scratch if he really watching to itch, downside to using your hands as weapons.
”So… You just killed a bunch of innocent people. How do you plan on getting away there, Krystal?” Iko found himself to be brilliant. She still didn’t even know his name. Ah, what a genius. If she didn’t know his name, and he blended in for a few hours, he’d be off scot free. It wasn’t like he did anything to anyone in the first place! It was all this weird … Thing. Iko eyed Krystal and shifted his weight to his other foot and leaned back slightly, before lifting an eyebrow. “You don’t look like much, why’er you a ‘War Tool’ anyway, eh?”
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From the back corner of the alley across the street, one black eye peered out of the darkness. He had seen a boy and a man go in, a little while ago, and smelled blood on the air. As of yet, neither had come out. A bemused grin lifted the corners of his thin lips.
I am just... a whiz at finding my own kind.
The man had been nothing special. A suit, a suitcase, a hat. Places to go, people to see, things to do. A middle-caste worker drone. The boy, however, was a totally different story. He had had ulterior motives the whole time, and rather interesting ones at that. He definitely was not completely human.
All Intram had to do was wait for the right time.
He moved inconspicuously out of the alley, head held high, an infinitesimal spring in his step, and crossed the street, looking no different from any of the other citizens of Haviah. They were like ants, concerned about being late for appointments, wondering what they would eat for dinner that night, thinking they may have passed this street before and how did they forget the directions? Intram threw up walls around his mind; he had better things to do than occupy himself with the lives of these people.
He entered the alley around the other side of a building, the opposite way from the boy and the man. He rounded the corner and caught sight of the boy. Staying in the shadow of the building and angling his head down so his hair fell in front of his right eye, Intram quietly slipped into the boy's mind. He was talking to someone in the other part of the alley, but didn't seem tense. That was good. He went a little deeper, and discovered that the boy—no, a young man, not much younger than me— had recently relieved the man of one of his eyeballs.
Intram silently moved toward the man, and stopped about two feet behind him. The alley was dark; he wouldn't cast a shadow. He placed a thin hand on the other's shoulder, hopefully startling him a bit. "What's a nice young man like you doing in a place like this?" he said, with an unnerving, crooked-toothed grin.
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krystal's ear twitched as she heard another being down the alley. She stayed silent as he came, but hid in the shadows before he saw her. She growled slightly.
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The visible eye widened dramatically. Whites of the eye could be seen all around the iris as he stared ahead. There was a hand on his shoulder. That was never good. That meant he got caught which meant he was in trouble. Iko hated trouble. His mouth dropped open and he licked his plump pink lips before staring ahead.
Where the hell did the giant kitty-thing go!?
Iko moved his hand to cover the one on his shoulder and quickly turned around and slowly began to back up. “Ah… Krystal?” that was it’s name, right? Iko couldn’t really remember at this point, getting caught was bad, that meant he was going to get into trouble. As much as Iko enjoyed making people scream and poke out eyeballs and what-not.
Pain didn’t fly with him. Not by a long shot.
Unless it was mixed with a decent amount of pleasure, then it was okay. Well, Iko supposed, he’d never actually found out that bit of gold he’d picked up from a random couple who’s house he broke into once. That had been awkward. Iko would never get that image out of his head.
Why was he thinking of the weird BDSM couple he’d met? Right now? What the hell? Iko glared at the man, glared up, rather and licked his long fangs before looking over his shoulder quickly. “Ah.. Krystal? You made fast work of those people following you…” Another step taken back, “Think you can help me!?” Iko bit his lip then quickly ran his tongue over the spot where the fang poked a little to far into the flesh. “Please?”
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Krystal flew at the guy that had the hand on his shoulder from behind. Her eyes glowed red. "What's with the insane grin?" She growled and held the man down. She showed her teeth. "Who are you?" Her pelt was spiked, which was a little frightening. It resembled a ton of diamond porcupine quills, exept more diamond-shaped.
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Intram could feel the young man tense up under his hand. Thoughts were whizzing through his head like tiny gnats. He was in trouble. He was caught. He was... accompanied by a large cat...
He felt the boy's hand cover his own as he spun around, relishing the frightened expression on his face. "Ah... Krystal?" He was unsure, and thoroughly frazzled. Some intriguing thoughts were whizzing through his head... it appeared he was into a bit of sadomasochism. That's all well and good as far as I'm concerned, thought Intram. The boy glared at him, licking his teeth... which were very long and sharp-looking. Beautiful. He looked over his shoulder and called again. "You made fast work of those people following you… Think you can help me!?"
Intram watched silently as the young man bit his lip... a bit too hard. "Please?"
"I promise not to tell," said Intram quietly, digging his nails into the boy's shoulder just a bit, "...if you're willing to do me a favor or two."
He sensed the other entity coming at him, from behind. He locked the boy's legs with telepathy and spun around. A bit late... the catlike being bowled him over. "What's with the insane grin?" said the being, in a mechanical, feminine voice. "Who are you?" Intram didn't quit grinning. How cute... it thinks it's stronger than me.
Intram knocked Krystal back with a blast of psychic energy, and quickly constructed a one-way barrier to separate the two of them. "Now, that's no way to make friends." He slipped into her mind and sent sheer pain. "Especially not when I outrank you. Who I am doesn't matter, only that I am stronger than you."
He paused for a moment. "I'm grinning because I'm pleased."
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She smirked. Her thoughts were robot-like. 'another being-accessed mind system. You cant hurt me...I've felt worse pain than this.' Her eyes glowed red. "I have no interest in ranks...I really dont care if you were the ruler of the whole universe. Just stop pissing me off." A blue aura of energy glowed around her. "I'm an escaped specimen. And I'm not a cat...I'm the only one of my kind. I'm a diamond kitsune. You arent the only one who can access minds..."
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Ah… Iko blinked widely and licked his lips, both of his hands on the mans wrist, sharp nails digging in and he hissed and glared when he felt the hand tighten. This was stupid! What the hell? Iko was all for struggling, but that was before this random skinny fellow with long hair said something quietly. Favours? Iko shuddered a little and leaned away and let his hands drop.
He could do that. Favours were easy. Most of the time. Iko leered at the pilot and then jerked back and landed on his butt with a ‘omph’ and stared at his legs. Then back up at the giant kitty and the man.
”Oh shit.”
Iko whispered, staring up, this person had to be a pilot. He clawed at his legs trying to pull them apart, cutting through fabric and making them bleed. “He’s a fucking Pilot” He called, panting lightly now, looking at the dug out flesh underneath his nails and at the gashes along his thighs. What the hell!? “Stop being a goddamned hero and get away. Pilots are…” Iko licked his hips and turned to the side to drag himself along the concrete.
A favour.
Yeah right.
The favour would probably using him as target practice. “If you kill him, I’m not getting into your shit. I can’t even move my fucking legs.” His voice took on a feminine hint of worry, a little to high, he started sounding more like a young woman in pain and freaked the hell out of than the young androgynous boy he looked. “I knew I shouldn’t have woken up today…” He looked over his shoulder towards the pair, his brown eye flicking between the two of them.
”Don’t kill the pilot… You’ll have hell on your shoulders if you do..”
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Intram was glad to hear that the boy was willing to cooperate. His previously manic expression turned a bit more diplomatic.
That is, of course, until reinforcements arrived. "Oh shit," the boy said, after falling over. Realization flashed through his mind, and Intram smiled. The young man—Iko—clawed at his legs, trying to make them obey. Interesting method, but I can't argue. “He’s a fucking Pilot,” the young man said, his mind reeling. “Stop being a goddamned hero and get away. Pilots are…”
"Good guess, Iko," Intram replied, using his name just to freak him out. The youth tried to use his arms to pull himself away. "Ah-ah," he said, and locked Iko's arms as well, expanding the barrier to include him. "Stop trying to get away."
The feline thing smirked at him. "Another being-accessed mind system. You cant hurt me...I've felt worse pain than this." Intram frowned impassively as its eyes turned red. "I have no interest in ranks...I really dont care if you were the ruler of the whole universe. Just stop pissing me off." Now it was beginning to glow blue. A colorful personality, indeed.
Iko piped up again. “If you kill him, I’m not getting into your shit. I can’t even move my fucking legs.” His voice sounded almost female... not that it mattered at the time.
He stood straight, listening. "I'm an escaped specimen. And I'm not a cat...I'm the only one of my kind. I'm a diamond kitsune. You arent the only one who can access minds..."
Interesting, the man thought, strengthening the barriers around his mind and pushing Krystal's presence away. "Audacious pile of scrap metal." He eyed her up and down. "I see why you're the last, if your kind gets off on antagonizing people who can easily wipe the floor with them."
Intram worked in Krystal's mind, searching for any flaw in its programming. "You may very well not be the only one here who can access minds," he said icily, "but I am the only one here with eight years' experience manipulating them... and what do you have? Your useless heritage, your programming, metal, plastic, and wire."
”Don’t kill the pilot…" Iko warned from a few yards away. "You’ll have hell on your shoulders if you do..”
"Kill me?" Intram said, amused. "Do you really have so little confidence in your government?" He looked at Krystal again. "This contraption thinks it's so special... do you know what the real height of Aedolian bioengineering is?" He smirked. Azrael, are you hearing this?
The dragon replied, in the back of Intram's mind, away from prying psychics. I am. I'm here if you need me... don't be an ass and get yourself killed thinking you'll be fine on your own.
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krystal glared. "I dont want to kill him. And..i'm not all robot. Are you kidding me? I'm over 10,000 years old. I just recently got captured by those scientists. To tell the truth, I didnt even know what a pilot WAS until you came. And, I have better things to do than deal with you.." She dissapeared into thin air, and there was a small earthquake afterward,
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By now, Iko was wriggling against the pavement like a fish, thighs bleeding freely onto the ground – He greatly regretting freaking out and clawing them like that now – still. Having never even thought of meeting a pilot, being tied up by nothing and the Pilot suddenly knowing his name. Iko froze, having curled up into a ball, his elbows tucked down in front of his chest with his hands poking out. Mouth open slightly to pant and to bite his lips before staring.
They were both psychos.
What the fuck.
Iko looked between them both, wincing at the pressure on the side of his face which was pressed against the ground. Wait it out or wriggle away? Iko watched and then lifted his head slightly to stare. What. The. Hell. Iko stared, then blinked then wriggled a few inches away. “I… Ten thousand years old… But… You don’t know what pilots are?” Iko squeaked out, eyes flickering between the two.
Then it was gone.
“Okay. What the fuck!?” Iko stared in the space where Krystal was, then stared over at the pilot. Heart racing and throat clogged with fear. “I…” Iko licked his lips, and wriggled around, trying to put distance between them, dragging his exposed side painfully across the concrete.
Iko never was one for pain. “I’m sorry… You… You’re not going to kill me are you…?” Not that he didn’t deserve it.
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Iko seemed to be having trouble wrapping his head around all the information. “I… Ten thousand years old… But… You don’t know what pilots are?” Intram rolled his eyes and stared at Krystal, no longer even grinning.
He smirked as Krystal apparently had a fit and disappeared. I know you are, but what am I? thought the Pilot, smirking. “Ten thousand years old, my ass.” A small earthquake rocked the ground in the alleyway. Nothing much, it was far less severe than having a dragon moving beneath your feet.
He turned his full attention back to the boy. “Okay. What the fuck!?” he said, staring at the complete and utter lack of fox-being in the alleyway. Then he looked straight at Intram. “I…” He tried to wiggle away. Intram could feel the fear coming off him in waves. “I’m sorry… You… You’re not going to kill me are you…?”
Intram grinned, glad to be rid of the kitsune. He walked slowly over toward the young man. “No,” he said calmly, telekinetically pulling Iko to his feet. “You haven’t done anything I’d kill you over. However...” he said, drawing close to Iko and touching his cheek with one hand, “there are others who would. I can help you out, though... if you’ll do a few things for me in return.”
He paused a bit, letting his hand fall back to his side. "I promise not to use you as target practice, either," he said, grinning.
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Being pulled to your feet by unseen forces was unnerving as all hell. Having a hand brushing against your cheek from the pilot who was doing it was a little creepy too. Iko’s uncovered eye stared at the pilot, the reddy-brown flicking from his eyes to his mouth down to his hand, from which Iko tried to lean away from. “Ah…” A deep frown when the taller man spoke.
“Like what? What kind of things…?” Iko was never one to turn down a deal. If it got him out of getting killed – He had jabbed out perfectly good eyeballs while they were still attached to peoples skulls – Iko had no problems with it. Though, if it was down right weird and kinky and not something Iko could live with, it would be a big no.
Of course that was unlikely.
Iko did just jab out the eyeball of an innocent businessman.
“Target practice.” Iko licked his lips and cleared his throat and winced when there was a rather nasty jolt of pain from the deep claw marks on his legs. Blood dripped down his legs to stain the fabric around his boots. It felt gross. “Ah… Can… I…” Iko looked away for a moment and then just stopped talking. Just huffed. This was crappy.
Doomed.
Dooooooooooooooomed .
So completely doomed.
Death behind door number one, and gods only knew what was behind door number two. Iko eyed the Pilot and licked his lips quickly. “What’s your name?” At least, Iko could get that much information before he died.
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The boy was quite freaked out, looking Intram up and down with that one eye of his. He tried to move away from Intram's hand, which obviously wasn't going to work. You'll lose your balance and fall again. The boy frowned, a stark contrast to Intram's unreadable grin. “Like what? What kind of things…?” he asked.
Intram made a big show of thinking it over, as though he didn't already know what he was going to ask. Iko seemed to be weighing his options. Smart kid. "I'm hungry," he said after a moment's feigned deliberation. "Promise you'll feed me, and I'll fix your victim and send him on his way, with no memory of the incident."
The boy licked his lips—he seemed to do that a lot, don't you know that only dries them out?—and winced in pain. His legs were torn to hell... his hands were bloodstained. “Ah… Can… I…” he said, then... nothing. He didn't like the situation he was in one bit. Intram cast a seemingly impassive glance at the boy's legs. His stomach growled in spite of himself.
Azrael, of course, thought that was hilarious. If shit like that keeps happening, you'll lose him, Llyn... Intram kept his face a mask. I won't. Look, you can see it as well as I can. The images formed in his mind independently of his will, somewhere along the connection between his mind and Iko's. He'll agree. If not now, than later... if not independently, then under duress. His grin intensified a bit.
"What's your name?" the boy asked, staring suspiciously at him. He could at least give the boy that much... and then yank it right back. "Llyn."
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Feed him.
Iko had a horrible feeling there was a double meaning to that. A very deep gut feeling, but the pilot did just look creepy so maybe that was it. What should he say to that? What would he feed him? Iko wasn’t exactly swimming in credits, so… Lightly sinking his fangs into his lower lip, mostly to distracting from the throbbing pain on his thighs, Iko nodded and then licked his fangs. “I… Fine. I’ll feed you and you… Do whatever to the guy over there.”
Pressing his lips together, Iko shifted and looked down at his vest. Good, it was still done up, enough flesh showing to prove he wasn’t a girl, but covering enough not to show off any possible assets. Would there be hell to pay if this weirdo Pilot found out he was a… No… Iko couldn’t think that. Girls were fifty times less scary and magically cute.
It was a rule it seemed. If it was a boy, had sharp scary claws and nasty pointy fangs, it was scary. If it was a girl and had sharp scary claws and nasty pointy fangs, it was cute. Therefore, Iko was a boy. Made him scarier.
“Llyn.” Iko tried out the name and then cleared his throat and shifted slightly, hissing softly when the fabric rubbed against the claws. “I… I’m sorry.” A breath and Iko slumped down to his butt, legs bent and angled to the side in front of him, slightly pale and mouth open. Lips all the brighter and more red, fangs poking out over her lips.
Irritated, the eye patch was getting annoying and Iko brought up his hands to rip it off of his head to hold it between his hands. The covered right eye was more animalistic, the whites were black, though the same colour and pretty designs covered it. It was…
Eye catching to say the least.
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Intram smirked diabolically. Azrael seemed nonplussed. An easy target, Llyn... hardly anything to gloat over. You've had more difficult prey eating out of your hand... so to speak. He would have ignored the Dragon, but politeness was ingrained into his mind. Sorry. Next time I'll try and find someone more... challenging.
"Thank you," he said calmly, his voice as neutral as his face. "Llyn," said Iko, as though to confirm that he had it right. Odd. He seems so concerned with looking feminine. “I… I’m sorry,” the boy said, and slumped down. Intram disregarded it and put a telekinetic tether on Iko, one he wouldn't notice until it was too late. He'd better not be one of those freaky transformers. If he tries anything, I'll leave his body in this alley. Most of it, anyway.
He took a device out of his pocket and walked toward the businessman. He knelt down and felt for a pulse. It was there. Smiling, Intram pulled a device from an inside pocket of his jacket. It was relatively small, mostly off-white plastic and dark metal; the sort of device that looked innocuous but was actually quite complicated. A molecular regenerator. Intram had no idea why some of the crueler Pilots hated them so; they were so useful! His even had his name engraved into the metal. He aimed it at the man's empty eye socket, and pressed a button.
"There," he said, walking back into sight range of Iko. "He's fixed... to a point. Not conscious yet... I'll have to pay attention to him," he said, tapping his head. "I've locked his vocal cords so he can't call out and attract attention... but I'll know when he wakes up."
Intram looked Iko up and down. "You're small..." he said. In retrospect, it probably would have been smart to keep that thought in his head. Too late. He already promised. He noticed that his right eye was uncovered. He looked cute sitting there, red lips parted and legs apart... Why is that so cute? His eye was interesting indeed. Maybe I should scoop it out and keep it for myself, he thought ironically.
The Pilot knelt down next to the boy, breathing a bit heavily. All he could smell was Iko's blood, wounds bright against his skin. "As I remember it, you have a side of the bargain to fulfill," he said, that malevolent crooked grin twisting his features rather nightmarishly.
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Iko could only think of two words. They made up this situation perfectly as he watched the Pilot go towards the man, bend over and fix him. He looked like he was having a conversation with something else but, the words suited this situation down to a T once Llyn came back and kneels. Heavy breathing…
Sure as hell looked damn creepy.
Blood drained from his face and Iko looked up at Llyn worriedly. It clicked.
This Pilot, Llyn, wasn’t looking for some home cooked meal, not a fast lay in the middle of the slowly darkening ally. No, it was only around noon… Dark because it was an alley. Ikos mouth fell open and he scooted away on his bum, heavy boots pushing against the ground.
Back to those two perfect words.
Oh shit.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Eyes widened when it really clicked, breath came out in short pants, hands clenched, nails dug into skin. A deal was a deal. A meal for fixing up the business man. Of course, Iko thought it would be a normal meal, eggs, bacon, maybe some French Toast, perhaps some Orange Juice. “I… You… You can’t… How…?”
A simple question, sort of. How on earth would he not kill Iko if he was to be the meal? Iko was enough of a freak to understand that much. Iko was the meal. The treat, the tasty meal after a hard days work. Literally. Not even with a cute sexual subtleness to it. “I… I’m not a masochist! I hate pain! C-c-c-can’t you think of something else to do?” Iko swallowed and scooted backwards on his bum, the gashes rubbing painfully against the fabric of his pants. The blood was slowly drying the wound to his pants, getting them off would really really hurt.
The sooner the better. Iko eyed Intram and blushed lightly, not wanting to imagine himself pantsless with someone like that around. Okay. Clear your head. Iko tried to stand up, hands still clenched. “I’m afraid I’m not going to let you eat me.” A swallow of bile and he rose his head and glared at the Pilot. Ha! Eat that.
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Kasumi flew through the air with her boots. God, she loved them. She flew over a small alley that had some kind of commotion going on. She landed silently behind the 2 people (not counting the buisness man that lost an eye, it seemed) in the shadows. One was a pilot, doing some crazy thing that she didnt get, running around, hurting people that didnt do anything. She emerged from the shadows and said, "What are you doing?" Her cyborg eye looked eerie, glowing red and looking unsetilingly dangerous. Her stare had no expression. She went into Iko's mind.
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((OOC: [strike:1v2mf6io]The businessman actually has his eye back, now...[/strike:1v2mf6io] DISREGARD THAT also, have you done your reading yet?))
Iko looked up at Intram, his face pale.
Finally, said Azrael. Took him long enough.
The boy's mind was racing. “I… You… You can’t… How…?” he said. Of course, Intram found that perfectly incoherent, so he looked into his prey's mind. "Oh, don't worry," Intram said, grinning still. "I've done this before. You'll stay alive; I can't possibly finish all of you."
He found the boy's skittishness quite amusing. “I… I’m not a masochist! I hate pain! C-c-c-can’t you think of something else to do?” Intram's grin slid back from insane to honest. "You're so cute. However, I'm afraid my hands are tied... if I don't eat, I'll die... and I simply can't die." He blindly undid Iko's belts, staring unblinkingly into his eyes. "I can make it feel... more pleasant, though."
Iko was having mixed feelings about his pants being removed. Not that Intram cared... it was going to happen anyway. He attempted to stand up, thoughts turning defiant. Intram let him and stood up after him, keeping him on a short leash. “I’m afraid I’m not going to let you eat me.” Intram's grin darkened again. How sweet. "You should be afraid," he replied. "You have no choice in the matter." He pushed Iko back down and stood over him. "Now, take those pants off before—shit."
Intram made sure he had secure psychic walls up, and hastily deconstructed the barrier around them. "You stay quiet," he hissed at Iko, sending a jolt of pain into his mind along with it. He could sense the other Pilot's psychic energy in the air, but couldn't tell which one it was. Better that the other think him unaware.
"What are you doing?" the other Pilot asked emotionlessly. Intram's expression turned sour. Kasumi, he thought. He had always detested the cyborg Pilot's exaggerated sense of justice and tendency to get into things beyond your understanding. "Patrolling," he said, turning around to face the woman, his face locked in that grin. "Don't you have a Candidate to train, or something?"
What a pity, Llyn, Azrael said sweetly. Looks like you'll just have to die of hunger. Llyn sent back an annoyed sentiment. Please help me out. She'll listen to you.
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Now.
Iko was quick to freak out when the situation got bad. Llyn going for his belt buckles had him freaking out badly, breath hitched when flesh brushed against flesh and then up and down and Iko was on his butt again. Legs pulled wide apart so the lack of belts didn’t have his pants falling down to his boots. Iko was glad he didn’t go commando today, that would have been awkward. Blinking widely for a few moments, staring up atLlyn, “Stay…?” A jolt of pain shook his head and hands wrapped to cover ears and quietly scream.
Unfortunately quietly screaming meant turning his tongue into near pulp. Blood dripped down Ikos chin and drooled down onto his chest, forcing himself to lift his teeth out of his tongue. Damn. That really hurt. Both. Iko rubbed at his head and pressed his hands to the ground in front of him and spit out the blood. It’ll heal quick enough, the wounds in his mouth always did.
Then there was someone off to the side… Seemingly trying to look cool in the shadows.
Iko stared and lifted an eyebrow, muted because his tongue hurt, but he could still stare and try not to laugh. It was a little after noon, what shadows there were, were hardly dark enough to hide in. He shook his head and slowly did his belts back up, not about to try and run, it might make Llyn extra hungry and Iko was planning on keeping his legs even if they had a few noms out of them.
Iko winced slightly and brushed at his head, felt kind of like a bug. By no means was he psychic, but he knew something besides himself was in his head. He quickly glared around and spit out the mix of blood and saliva before it could drip down to his chest again.
Always was a messy bleeder.
Silently, sitting, quietly shifting away from the pair of Pilots. Iko could only assume this new one was a pilot, she looked funny enough, Llyn looked funny. Maybe Pilots just looked funny? Iko shook his head and then continued shimmying on his bottom away.
He wasn’t breaking any rules.
Llyn told him to be quiet.
Not to not move. Though, it was likely he’d notice, but Iko could still try!
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((sorry, I needed to post quickly, my parents were about to kill me.))
Kasumi used telepathy to speak to iko. "I'm the one in your mind.."
She smirked knowingly. "Patrolling?"Her human eye had a sinister glint in it. "If you were..'patrolling', then why were you bothering that one guy so much...and why is he injured? And last of all, why were you telling him to take off his pants?" She leaned against the alley wall. She didnt take her eyes off of him. "so?"
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Intram could tell the other Pilot was speaking to the boy. Amateur. Still, he'd better not tell her a thing. "Patrolling?" she said, all high and mighty. "If you were..'patrolling', then why were you bothering that one guy so much...and why is he injured? And last of all, why were you telling him to take off his pants?"
"Who are you to make me explain every little thing I do? I'm a big boy; I can look after myself." He stared blankly at Kasumi. "If you must know, he injured himself in a panic after being confronted by some escaped experimental biomechanical being. He needs to get the fabric away from the wounds before the blood dries and binds them together." He grinned malevolently. "Do you have any idea how painful that would be?"
He could Tell Iko was moving away behind him, and turned his head. "Don't move," he said, emphasizing his words. "You'll only put yourself in more pain." One way or another.
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I’m the one in your mind
Iko stopped instantly, looking around. Well, damned if that wasn’t really creepy. Who was ‘I’? Why were they in his mind? He quickly looked around, making sure no one was behind him. Ikos eyes scanned the area, who the hell was I? Oh. Iko looked towards the woman. Shit, another Pilot. Hum. Iko quickly surprised all thoughts, thinking only of the blooming pain in his mouth and on his thighs and palms, his torn up tongue running gently over his pointed teeth.
Quietly he looked at the two, watched Llyn bark at her about why he was removing Ikos pants. Even though Iko was the very obvious victim, Llyn got major brownie points for the quick cover up. ‘That was smooth’ he though, before remembering that Pilots were psychic and could read his poor little brain. Clearing his throat quietly, Iko just picked the bloodied fabric off of the gashes on his legs and whimpered slightly when it was particularly sticky and ripped off the tender flesh.
“Yes, sir,” Iko said quietly looking meekly up at Llyn, his legs bent slightly out in front of him. Gently, quietly, Iko looked up towards Llyn, “Who’s I?”
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She looked over twords Iko. "That would be me.." She turned at the what he said about pain. "That's nothing...not pain..ah, you dont know pain...Try being almost burnt alive, and suddenly half cyborg when you wake up. Try being alone in the world for your entire childhood." , She hissed.
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Intram sighed, glad to have walls around his head. That's actually kind of arousing, he thought in spite of himself. She was in the middle of a diatribe. "Try being almost burnt alive, and suddenly half cyborg when you wake up. Try being alone in the world for your entire childhood."
He rolled his eyes and draped an arm around Kasumi. This seemed to happen a lot, with her, and Intram could never spare her an ounce of sympathy. Maybe it was because he didn't have any, maybe because he didn't think one near-death experience and subsequent cybernetic enhancement qualified her for angst. "Oh, but you're not alone!" His grin had a sarcastic tinge to it. "We Pilots have to stick together, through thick and thin and all that! We're all friends here, right?"
Intram disconnected from her, and his voice fell back into its usual disinterested cadence. "In all seriousness, though, I think I have the situation under control." He knelt back down next to Iko. "If you're not going to take them off, roll them up... and do it quickly so it doesn't hurt as much."
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She ignored the sarcasm. "Plus side.." Her arm turned into a cannon. "I get to blow things up." She hoped she wasnt going into one of her...'moments'.. She stared at her cannon. An evil smile crossed her lips. Her eye twitched.
((O.O crap.))
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Leaning away was Iko’s first reaction when the other Pilot looked over at him then just slumped and stared. What a Pilot, one of the highest ranks, one of the lawless bunch…. Complaining? Iko let his mouth drop open and stared. This wasn’t right. There were no gods if a Pilot could find something to complain about. Big deal, they get to go fight wars and had to get… Bah. Iko snorted at the woman. Poor her. Poor her and her childhood. Iko rolled his eyes and snorted.
At least she had rank.
At least she had a job.
Snarling softly and glaring towards Llyn and then stood up in a smooth graceful motion, despite the wounds ripping a little more or opening what bits they’ve healed. Quickly the belts fell to the concrete and he stood in a pair black boxers, the gashes on his thighs, running from the inner thigh to the middle, blood was smeared around the wound which was red and painful looking. “I hate to burst your bubble lady, but these,” Iko motioned to his cut up legs, “Are currently more painful than your childhood.” Neatly folding up his pants and putting them on the ground, belts on top of it.
“ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I took off the damn pants.” Iko crossed his arms over his chest and puffed out his cheeks… Then stared.
What.
The.
Hell.
Why did she have a cannon? A weird mini-Cannon coming out of her arm? A dark arched eyebrow shot up Ikos forehead and he stared. Okay. Did he miss something? “Ah… I think even you would get into trouble for blowing stuff up…” Just a nice little comment. Iko carefully held his boxer shorts out of the puddle that the scratches on his leg made up. Ikos tongue still hurt, he could feel the areas were he bit it. “So… Today sucks.”
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She turned. "Sure, bother the lady with the cannon." Her mechanic arm opened, to reveal something that *looked* like an arm. it was burnt, slashed, and overall, totaled. "I never told you that I got this in my childhood. It was recent. See that?" It turned back into a cannon, and she shot it into the air. How much would she like to blast something.
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Intram was glad Iko finally decided to comply and take his pants off, but... the situation was getting worse and worse for him. “I hate to burst your bubble lady, but these,” He said, indicating his legs and thus reminding Intram how hungry he was, “Are currently more painful than your childhood.”
Kasumi turned to Iko, looking daggers at him. "Sure, bother the lady with the cannon." Intram waved his hands almost frantically, and held them up as a peaceful gesture. "Please don't mess with the cannon lady, boy..." Iko's mind flooded with discontent, anger... jealousy?
Iko stared at her arm, which indeed had a cannon attached. “Ah… I think even you would get into trouble for blowing stuff up…” Llyn folded his arms and stood straight-backed in front of Iko. "That depends on what she wants to blow up. Dear Kasumi," he said, staring fearlessly into her eyes, "two Pilots in one area is horribly counterproductive. Do you mind finding somewhere else to vent your righteous anger, perhaps a few blocks down?"
The boy was still in pain. Good. He'd be in much more once Intram was through with him. “So… Today sucks.” Intram closed his eyes briefly in frustration. Essentially, yes. You don't know the half of it, actually.
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"The thing is, I know that's not how the kid actually got hurt..But..I dont really care. If you tell me the truth, I wont tell, I promise.." The sinister glint never left her eyes.
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Quietly, brown eyes looked between the pilots. Was he missing something? Was Llyn afraid of this one? Iko sneered slightly, looking at the arm she complained about. Whatever. Slashed, burned, totaled, ruined useless. There was not going to any sympathy for this lady. She had a freaking cannon in place. Pfft. No sympathy, not ‘woe, poor Pilot lady’. Nothing. Iko tweaked an eyebrow upwards and then motioned back down to the angry wounds on his thighs.
Screw this place.
Screw the pilots.
Iko was going to mouth off, maybe get shot, maybe get up and run away – Pants and belts in hand.
Pacing slightly, still wearing his boots, tried rivets of blood running down both of his legs, Iko sighed and then gently pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, Lady. Pilot Llyn was nice enough to offer me help from a scary monster. In an effort to keep me safe, he bound my legs and I was really freaked out so I clawed at ‘em and it didn’t work.” Iko pressed a hand to his hip and stood off to the side, his weight resting on the leg where his hand was on his hip.
Standing in the way he was, Iko looked very much like a young woman. His waist held almost a vague hourglass shape, hips widened and his legs were bare. Quickly Iko looked down to make sure the vest was covering his chest before glaring at each of the pilots. “Now, if you have any problems with Pilot Llyn, you should take it to your … authorities, because he and I have business and a deal to finish with.”
Yeah…
Business…
Like a nice meal together. Iko shuddered slightly, but he could pass it off as being cold.
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This was far more trouble than it was worth.
Actually, no, it wasn't. Still, though, this was a lot of hoops for Llewellyn Intram to have to jump through for a meal... and not even one to which he could take the leftovers home and have food ready for a week or so.
Still, the kid was cute.
Kasumi leveled that cold cybernetic eye at him again. "The thing is, I know that's not how the kid actually got hurt..But..I dont really care. If you tell me the truth, I wont tell, I promise.." Intram set his jaw; she was bluffing. He had told the truth, albeit leaving out a piece or two about Iko's motivation to claw up said legs. And sure she wouldn't tell, but that didn't mean she wouldn't leave. Kasumi was an irritating woman indeed.
Before he could speak, Iko piped up for him. “Look, Lady. Pilot Llyn was nice enough to offer me help from a scary monster. In an effort to keep me safe, he bound my legs and I was really freaked out so I clawed at ‘em and it didn’t work.” He put a hand on his hip in a remarkably feminine manner. “Now, if you have any problems with Pilot Llyn, you should take it to your … authorities, because he and I have business and a deal to finish with.”
Intram grinned like a coyote. "You wanted the truth? There it is, straight from the horse's mouth." He ran his fingers nonchalantly through his hair. "Now, please, have enough respect for your fellow Pilot to leave us in peace. Azrael expects me back at the Citadel, and it would not be in your best interest to keep me late."
Azrael sent Intram a stifling wave of condescension. See, you ladyboy? You could handle this. The Pilot took it, and answered politely. Thank you, Azrael. If it comes up, please mention to Kasumi that you are indeed waiting for me.
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She appeared to freeze for a second, then fall over onto her side. "I hate when this happens. Damned glitches. Just for the record, everything past when I said, 'what are you doing?' I had no idea what was going on. The robot side took over." She tried to get up, but she ended up in a sitting position. "Sorry for any trouble I might have caused. Anything I can do..?" She looked at iko's legs. "...how did you manage that?"
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Iko nodded silently along with Llyns wording.
Obviously Iko was either a raging masochist, insane, or he just wasn’t too fond of Kasumi. Two of the three were likely, masochist not so much, raging would be hardly. Poor guy was whining about gashes on his legs.
Then the most peculiar thing happened. The weird Cannon lady fell over. What? He stared, and stared. “That’s stupid.” He said, indicating that the ‘robot side took over’ bit, seemed like an easy way to explain things and get out of problems. Blow up half a city? ‘I’m sorry, sir, the robot side took over’ get off scot-free, Iko seriously contemplated turning half robot just to use it as an excuse. ‘Sorry sir, I thought his eyeball was an intricate explosive. I only realized I was wrong after I had my Magical Mechanical Thumb half way though his brain, I swear!’
Iko chucked slightly, lost in his thoughts before the Pilot-lady spoke again.
Asking about his wounds.
A loud, over-dramatic groan and he slapped his hand to his forehead, “Do you have an I.Q?” he said quietly before kneeling down to look at Kasumi in the face, tilting his head slightly and blinking his eyes in a slow cat-like manner. “Now. You need to go to a repair shop, because if that robot side of yours, “ Iko flicked his fingers towards her weird eye, “can take over and leave you unknowing of what’s going on around you, he,” Iko jabbed a thumb towards Llyn, “I’ll make sure to write him a note about you and you’ll get into lots of trouble.”
Opening his eyes extra wide so he could stare at her, he desperately kept all thoughts of him bluffing out of the way, thinking of rainbows and flowers and cute kittens and burning houses to mask it. If they were reading his mind, they might see those instead.
Probably wonder what the hell goes on in little Ikos head, but they wouldn’t know how big of a bluff that was. A threat, but a bluff.
Iko didn’t even know if Pilots could get into trouble.
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Intram watched as Kasumi fell, landing on her side on the concrete. She pushed herself up and looked back at him. "I hate when this happens. Damned glitches. Just for the record, everything past when I said, 'what are you doing?' I had no idea what was going on. The robot side took over." The taller Pilot rolled his eyes. “I hate having to explain myself twice, Kasumi.” Ah, well. Hopefully “Nice Kasumi” would be easier to deal with than “Evil Robot Kasumi.” She really did need to get that fixed...
Iko listened to her, staring. “That’s stupid.” Silently, Intram agreed, but that wouldn’t have been nice. “Don’t be rude. She outranks you.” He listened to Iko’s thoughts, face locked in an emotionless grin. Well. Maybe you can see how far that gets you, after you get your new leg.
Kasumi spoke again, from a sitting position. "Sorry for any trouble I might have caused. Anything I can do..?" She looked at Iko. "...how did you manage that?"
Intram was about to answer, when Iko’s hand flew to his forehead. “Do you have an I.Q?” He knelt dow, trying to get on eye level with Kasumi. He rushed over to him in a gesture of insincere concern. “Don’t do that, you’ll rip your wounds open again!” Iko ignored him and kept talking to Kasumi, telling her to get repaired, and threatening to send a note home, pinned to Intram’s lapel, he would assume.
“Stop talking,” he said, monotone. He turned to Kasumi. “I assure you I have the situation under control. Please,” he said, helping her to her feet, “go back to the Citadel before you revert and nearly blow up the city again... or, for that matter, me.” He put just enough worry in his voice that, hopefully, Kasumi would think she’d done something wrong and head back immediately.
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She locked her eyes into a coldhearted stare at iko. " Dont know why you would care about such a little brat. He should know not to speak that way to someone of a higher rank than him. And I can tell what you are thinking, Llyn.... nice of you to agree with the kid you just met a few minutes ago instead of me." She got up and hit her heels together. Her boots began to power up. She Turned to iko again and said, "you may want to Watch your back from now on...." If you are still alive later. heh. She flew off.
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Hmph. What a cow.
Iko crossed his arms over his chest and pouted after standing up, glaring after the woman. Rank meant shit down here, and if this lady was going to hold that over her head next time he saw her, he’d jab his thumb through her eye. Easy. Iko huffed and glared before planting himself on his bum again and watching the lady. “Yeah, watch my back. Good to know you have nothing better to do that sniff me out because you hate me. Bitch.” Iko snarled quietly before looking up at Llyn.
A jolt of fear ripped his heart in two. He was going to be eaten… Why’d he scare her off? Screw that! He didn’t need the help of some grumpy cow. Iko licked his lips and blew out a breath, stick his legs out in front of himself, his belts and pants folded neatly to the side. “Welll? Are you… Going to do it?”
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Intram watched somewhat uneasily as Kasumi took off again, back the way she came. Empty threats, he thought. I didn't agree with either of them. Iko started talking, to himself this time. “Yeah, watch my back. Good to know you have nothing better to do that sniff me out because you hate me. Bitch.” Intram looked down at Iko, sighed, and cracked his neck. "Finally."
He stood there for a bit, taking inventory of his mind, checking on the businessman, still out, thank the stars, and constructing another barrier. Wider this time, to prevent any further intrusions, but weaker. Kasumi had come and gone; he could think of no other Pilots who'd be out on the bottom level of Haviah while the Candidates were still fresh and able to be messed-around-with. The boy was horribly nervous and frightened. “Welll? Are you… Going to do it?”
"I'd say we should move somewhere we haven't been seen, but..." he gave Iko a psychic shove, so his back was pressed against the shadowed wall. "I'm too hungry for that..." Intram swiftly unbuttoned his jacket and cast it aside; better dusty than bloody. In that line of thought, he unbuttoned his shirt as well, and lay it on top of the jacket, now dressed only in a plain white undershirt, trousers, leggings, and shoes. I'll be neat. Somewhat.
Without warning, Intram pinned Iko's arm to the wall behind him and dove toward his injured leg, sinking teeth filed to chisel-tips deep into his flesh. At the same time, he filled Iko's mind with pleasurable sensations, some memories of his own, some fantasies, some from others. He held Iko's knee with his hand and pulled his head upward, ripping the flesh away from the youth's leg. He chewed it slowly, and moaned. He had emptied his reserves midday last, and it was a luxury to have someone alive. At length, he swallowed, and licked the blood from his lips and chin. "You're delicious," he said, breathing heavily, before leaning back down for another bite.
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What was this? Iko looked around frantically, his breath coming out in short bursts, why was he so scared? He knew what was happening, but still really freaked out. The breath left him when the psychic power shoved him against the wall, eyes widened and stared, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin when he started undressing. What the hell!? He was just going to eat! Not… Not… RAPE!
Iko began to pant quietly, watching, waiting. A quiet yelp left his lips when his arms were pinned to the wall and … Moaned in ecstasy. This was supposed to hurt, Iko’s pants of fear turned into pants of pleasure and little moans left his mouth, his other leg arched and the heel pressed against the ground. Biting harshly at his lip so he didn’t moan out too loudly.
This was wrong.
This was so, so wrong.
Llyn was eating his leg, ripping flesh from his thigh, he could see the gaping hole where he bit and tore, the blood dripping down to create a little pool. Watched Llyn as he chewed up his leg.. His flesh. And all Iko could think about was grinding down against the concrete to make it feel better. “Ah… Thanks…?” He moaned quietly, shifting relentlessly. “I… why’s it feel so good?” Iko arched back and looked down at his leg again, mouth slightly open, blood staining the corner of his mouth from the bites dealt to his tongue and lips.
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Intram ripped back again, coming away with a smaller chunk of flesh. The boy was quite confused, wondering why he wasn't in pain, instead moaning and writhing in pleasure. He got his breathing back under control after a bit. “Ah… Thanks…?” Intram grinned at him, saying nothing. Don't talk with your mouth full, Mother always said. Iko moaned again, softly, before speaking again. “I… why’s it feel so good?”
He could have messed with the kid, told him maybe he just liked it. No, Intram thought, that's mean-spirited. He hasn't done anything too bad. He swallowed his food ant stared into Iko's eyes. That right one... the black one... was intriguing indeed. "Would you prefer that it hurt? You've done nothing to make me want to hurt you..." he wiped his chin with his hand, trying not to get himself too bloody. "In fact, you were more cooperative than most, given all the interruptions."
He pulled his hair behind his ears and leaned down again, lapping at the pool of blood that collected in the wound he made. He worked at Iko's mind, too, connecting the positive emotions with the nerves of his legs, so the youth's mind would do most of the work for him. He hooked his teeth into Iko's leg again and pulled, and a long strip of skin and muscle came loose. He bit off what was in his mouth, and held the rest in his hand. Mainly to freak the kid out, he offered some to Iko, speaking directly to his mind. Want some? It is your leg, after all... Intram knew the boy wouldn't. He just wanted a reaction.
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Iko shook his head furiously after Intram asked him if he wanted it to hurt. Sure Iko looked like a freak, but he wasn’t that much of a freak to enjoy pain, wide eyes watched Intram talk, his voice thick with Ikos blood and his mouth red from it. A soft sigh left his lips, surely this was all fake, Iko got knocked out by the scary wolf thing and Iko was just having a bad dream.
A really, really bad dream. Intram was really the man who’s eye he’d gouged out, the jet-boots lady was… was… Um… The rat he saw! Did he even see a rat? No? Well, damn. This was just shitty! Really, really, unnaturally shitty. Sure this was the lowest level of Haviah, but really… Iko licked his lips and arched a little, shifting his butt and curling his fingers to make a loose fist so he didn’t cut his palms. “Please… don’t make it hurt…”
His near bare chest rose and fell quickly, the pale skin glistening with a slight sweat, from the pleasure? From the fear? Iko could feel the teeth, feel the tearing of the meat of his leg, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything else beside moan because it felt so good. Iko cast his eyes upwards, high above his head, he couldn’t look. Didn’t want to look, his eyes hooded with fatigue, blood pounded through his veins, pooling at the fleshy basin the hunks of flesh missing from his leg made.
Breath came out hitched and Iko whimpered quietly and shifted again, arms pinned to the wall. Shakily, his neck muscles straining in a vain effort to keep him from looking at the wound. Mismatched eyes saw, and stared. Bile rose up Ikos throat and he gagged quickly before looking Intram right in the eyes. Sure it didn’t hurt, in felt so good, but seeing his leg as nothing more than meat to be eaten.
“N-n-no… Thanks…” Iko managed to moan out before his head flopped forward and his body relaxed. Pale and with a thin sheen of sweat on his face, Iko had passed out. His brain acting out the pleasure in a very different way that didn’t involve leg eating.
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Intram listened to Iko's thoughts as he ate. A dream? No... don't you feel it? It's all real... he was thinking to himself, but he often thought as though he were talking, nowadays. A side effect of living with psychics. The boy let go of his futile attempt at fooling himself, arching his back. “Please… don’t make it hurt…” He wouldn't. It was all too interesting to watch his victim moan and writhe in ecstasy as he mercilessly tore flesh from his leg.
He took another bite, and watched Iko, chest heaving, eyes rolling upwards to avoid the sight of himself. Beautiful. Intram loved having such power over a living being... It was good enough when he could make a person feel like this by conventional methods, but to have that person know at the same time that he should be in pain, that he could be in pain, that he is powerless to escape or fight back... that was Intram's definition of pleasure. He loved to dominate.
Iko couldn't seem to find a position he liked. Shaking, his eyes fell upon the wound, and the meat Intram held in his hand... that's all it was to Intram, anyway... meat. Of course, to Iko, it had once served as an integral assistant in his ability to walk. I'll be quite sad if this converts him to vegetarianism by accident. I'd have to fix his memories... The boy narrowly avoided throwing up, and answered weakly. “N-n-no… Thanks…” Then his body relaxed.
Intram waved his unoccupied hand in front of Iko's eyes. Unconscious. He ate the remaining meat himself and slipped back into the mind of the unfortunate businessman. Barely any return signal... he's as good as dead. Which was fine... Intram would find a use for him. Later. For now, he was still hungry.
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Intram had finished a while ago, his shirt irreversibly bloody and the front part of his hair not much better. He was full, though, and Iko’s wounds were patched and he wasn’t dead, and he knew where his meals would be coming from, for the next week or so. That was pretty good, considering his bad luck lately. He had left his suitcase/cooler in the alley across the street (for the record, having it with him would have been suspicious), and so had cleaned himself up as best he could and retrieved it, and was almost finished cutting the too-long-unconscious man into pieces small enough to fit inside said handy carrying case when Iko stirred from his slumped position.
The Pilot waited for Iko to come around enough to remember where he was. He had draped his ruined undershirt over Iko’s ruined leg, so the first thing he saw when he awoke wouldn’t be what was left of his thigh... rather, her thigh, as Intram had earlier decided. The next thing on his to-do list was to take Iko to a friend of his and get that leg fixed. She’d better not mind a cybernetic replacement, considering the alternative is an amputation.
She looked over at Intram, and he waved with the hand that was still holding a larger-than-normal meat cleaver. “You’re awake. Also, you’re not bleeding anymore. Thank you.” He tucked the knife in with the other contents of the innocuous-looking case and sealed it shut, then sat atop it, grinning a-bit-less-than-sanely. “Now we’re going to get your leg fixed. Did you have a nice nap?”
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A dull ache. Didn’t really hurt, Iko could only assume there was nothing left to hurt. Mismatched eyes focused and blurred out the ceiling, there was no way this was hell, meant she was still alive. Damn, Iko hated being alive, ‘specially when psycho psychics could gnaw on your leg at their will. Iko gasped slightly before looking towards Llyn, her breath wet on her dry lips.
Iko felt drained, and heavy. She looked at her hand, pale as paper, obviously the nap didn’t last long enough. Mismatched eyes stared at Llyn while he spoke, the right one a little more blurry than the left so she closed it and stared at him with her face half scrunched up. You’re awake, he said, well, thank you Captian Obvious. Not bleeding anymore? Iko looked down to her leg and gently touched it, a zing of pain, like touching a newly healing wound that was still sore.
Thank you?
Thank you for what?
It was then that Iko took in the big picture. A meat cleaver, Iko was positive he was going to bend over her and grin that freaky grin before chopping her up, but the knife was put away and say down and spoke again. Get her leg fixed.
Iko looked down at it again and then opened her mouth, her voice was husky, a soft dry purr, “ Nap? I suppose… and fix my leg?” The voice took on a hint of panic, sending it into higher more feminine notes, “How... how much did you eat?” Sure Iko could just move the cloth, but that would mean looking and fainting again. No, thank you.
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Intram smiled, amused by the image of himself hovering over Iko like some horror-movie villain, knife in hand. Am I that camp? Really? he thought self-consciously, running his fingers absently through his hair. I'll have to work on my serial-killer image... maybe think up a signature move. I mean, anyone can eat people... he paused in his thoughts for a moment. Oh yeah... I have one.
Iko just appeared to be taking in whatever he said to her. She was still out of it, but at least she knew where she was, what had happened. That could be good or bad. "Enough to fill me," he said, not wanting to freak her out unduly. "You won't be able to move it..." Almost half her thigh was gone, but saying that would scare her. "They should be able to save your calf, at least." That was the least he could do for her, after guilting her into having her leg eaten.
He stood up and looked at Iko a bit. She was pale, still feeling the effects of blood loss. She's so short. He righted his suitcase, holding the handle, and something caught his eye. Iko's eyepatch... he remembered him... her... having it off when he returned from patching the businessman's eye. He walked over and picked it up, handing it to her. "Here... I'll have to carry you." He sat back down on his multi-purpose carrier and waited for Iko to put it on.
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Enough to kill me. He said. Iko closed her eyes for a moment, that’s a lie, Iko closed her eyes and kept them closed while he spoke. Save your calf. What use was a calf if the thigh was gone? She’d seen it. Iko could see very detail behind her closed eyes, the cloth was against it, bending and dipping in places where there should have been leg…. Then she heard it, more than felt it. Being handed to her,.
An eye cracked open and the short human-but-not-quite-human blinked and took the eye patch. Right, this was hers. Quickly she put it over her odd eye and then stared up at Llyn. Mouth open slightly, amazed slightly with him. Eat her leg, then carry her around like so much baggage. Oh well, a free ride, Iko was never one to pass up free stuff, that would just be silly.
”I… Thank you.” Her voice was quiet when she reached out for her ride, pale still, her hands shaking slightly. Not even sure where they were going, but because of their size difference, and even if Llyn looked like he could gain a hundred pounds and still look great. Iko was small enough to hopefully not cause her lovely new friend much of a problem. “Where are we going?”
(Holy crap. a post. it fails, but a post! <3)
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The error was humorous, and Llyn met it with a wry grin. The wiry Pilot wasn't about to die of overeating, and she should be glad he was full, because if he wasn't, that sure as hell didn't mean he was going to go off and find someone else to satisfy his hunger. "If you don't want it, I'll gladly have it. We may as well see if it's still usable."
Iko's incredulous stare was really quite cute. "That's an odd position, for a face." He fixed his hair a bit and smiled innocuously. "Really, it isn't characteristic or wise of me to leave anything behind. Especially if what I left is alive." He looked around a bit, a cautious ear out for potential interruptors, and took his barriers down, glad to be somewhat unattached again.
Llyn hooked the handle of his suitcase in the crook of his elbow, then reached down and scooped Iko up wedding-style. "Um," he replied, not sure why she was thanking him, given the circumstances. "You're welcome." To be eaten the rest of the way, he thought. I guess.
He grinned at the sentiment regarding his weight. One hundred pounds? That's the weight of a small young woman such as yourself. He didn't say it, though. That would just have been mean, and he didn't feel like being mean at present. Besides, she's probably closer to ninety-five now. "We're going to a clinic, to get your leg replaced. The thigh part, anyway. They might be able to wire the cybernetic portion directly into your remaining calf and what's left of your thigh." He grinned down at her and started out of the alley. "Isn't that wonderful news?"