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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 17:53:15 GMT -8
"Horus" gets within comfortable arm's length of her. He wants to make sure he hits his mark.
"it's likely..."
Behind her, he extends his weapon holding arm out of the sleeve and prepares his blades. he opens the scissors and adjusts his grip so he can hold them all the way open with his hand, to avoid any slack.
"Horus" then swiftly uses one hand to grab her from the back, and the other to slit her throat with the scissors!
"...but I'm afraid," He whispers into her ear as he goes in for a quick stab to the neck,
"...this may be your final hour."
He pulls it out and shoves her to the floor!
"Horus" stomps down on her back with his heel, using full pressure.
"Nothing personnel, kid."
She should be weakened enough for him to go for the prize soon.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 17, 2018 23:02:58 GMT -8
An adrenaline rush fuels his bloodlust further.
"Horus" cackles in glee, holding the bloody scissors as the black flames consume his disguise, and return to him his stolen identity.
"Hypnos? I BELIEVE YΘU ▲RE MIST▲KEN." His tone of voice returns to his usual deep brash manner.
"I ▲M CHRΘNΘS."
He stomps down once more for emphasis.
Chronos laughs as he steps off of her and rolls her over, now facing up.
"LΘΘK ▲T YΘU, DYING ΘN THE GRΘUND LIKE TH▲T! DID YOU RE▲LLY THINK I W▲S THE BENIGN GU▲RDI▲N I ▲PPE▲RED TΘ BE? H▲H!"
He crouches down, grip re-established upon his scissors, now at a 90-degree angle for optimal stabbing.
"I SUPPΘSE YΘUR MIST▲KE WILL CΘST YΘU YΘUR LIFE."
his tone darkens.
"GΘΘDBYE, 'MY DE▲R'," he mockingly says the last part in a pretend-romantic manner.
Chronos plunges the scissors into her chest, and tears downwards slowly to make a terribly bloody gash, laughing all the way.
"G▲H▲H▲H▲H▲H▲H▲▲▲!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 18, 2018 0:39:19 GMT -8
The disturbing laughter continues...
The last shred of humanity (or would it be tempority in this case?)that he had once claimed, tries to pull at him, get him to feel something, anything, but it's no use.
Nothing can stop Chronos now, not even the weak sense of empathy and inherited attachment he had disassociated himself from earlier.
"YΘU ▲RE NΘTHING TΘ ME. DIE!"
And with that, he begins the grisly process of bashing her open, to obtain her heart. If he had his powers on hand he could have simply accelerated his arm fast enough to break through her ribs, much like he did with Thoren, but for now all he's got is a sharp pair of scissors and his own two hands.
Chronos uses the blunt handles of the scissors to strengthen his repeated strikes, holding them from the middle, closed.
The cacophony of the scene seems to fade as he focuses on his goal.
Soon enough, he breaks enough of her ribs to finally reach it.
Kat's heart.
He pulls away anything surrounding it to get a good look at it before finishing the job.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 18, 2018 8:30:57 GMT -8
It takes a moment to register, the rush still at its peak.
That's not what he expected to see, but its close enough.
Chronos grasps the "heart" with one hand, and using the scissors, in the most conventional manner he's ever used them, to snip the tendrils off.
He holds the prismatic object aloft and lets loose a scream of victory!
Blood drenched and winded, Chronos slowly gets up and walks to the coffin with the fruit of his labor. As much as the thought to crush it crosses his mind, he figures it would likely best be recieved intact.
He places it atop the coffin as he was told, still holding onto the scissors with the other hand.
"I PRESENT TΘ YΘU, IN THE N▲ME ΘF GLΘRY... THE HE▲RT ΘF THE GIRL, TΘRN FRESH FRΘM HER BRE▲ST. ▲CCEPT MY ΘFFERING ▲ND FULFILL YΘUR END ΘF THE B▲RG▲IN."
This better work.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 18, 2018 12:35:25 GMT -8
Chronos looks upon the audience. He seems satisfied that his performance was witnessed by so many.
And there is his daughter. It seems she didn't like what she saw.
He addresses her, with a wild grin upon his face.
"YΘU KNΘW, I SHΘULD TH▲NK YΘU, LYCΘRIS. WHEN WE MET E▲RLIER ΘN THE BUS, YΘU G▲VE ME THE MEDICINE I NEEDED TΘ FIGHT MY MΘST DETRIMENT▲L ΘF ▲ILMENTS. HER P▲IN W▲S STRΘNG ENΘUGH FΘR ME TΘ FIN▲LLY DISC▲RD TH▲T WHICH W▲S HΘLDING ME B▲CK. I FEEL TRULY FREE TΘ EXPRESS MYSELF NΘW, UNBURDENED BY EMP▲THY ΘR SENTIMENT. IT TΘΘK ▲ RE▲CTIΘN LIKE TH▲T FΘR ME TΘ RE▲LIZE THE TRUTH. THΘSE FEELINGS I H▲D CH▲SED BEFΘRE? THEY WERENT EVEN MINE! THEY WERE THE REMN▲NTS ΘF MY HΘST'S INFLUENCE."
The blood has stained the lighter features of his outfit a deep red. It seems Chronos doesn't even care about his daughter's disappointment.
"NΘW, WITH THE SH▲CKLES C▲ST ▲SIDE, NΘ WΘRDS NΘR THRE▲TS C▲N H▲RM ME!"
He cackles as the lights fade from the cathedral, taking them all into the darkness with him.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 18, 2018 14:41:28 GMT -8
Chronos stands there, scissors in hand. He grins, glad that the wish granter is one of their word. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for the true challenge ahead:
A worthy opponent.
He adjusts his grip to slashing position, unshaken by the dramatic scare tactics of his opponent.
"...BRING IT ΘN."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 19, 2018 1:06:45 GMT -8
Chronos continues to grin wildly, staring up at his target. Perhaps he should have smashed that gem earlier, but no matter, this should be quite fun.
"HEH, I FIGURE I'LL GET THEM WHEN I'M DΘNE WITH YΘU."
From what he can tell, cutting those strings will likely be of a great help to him. he shifts his grip to standard snipping position, blades 30 degrees ajar.
"NΘW LET'S D▲NCE."
Chronos rushes forwards, bloody golden scissors raised up at horn level. He aims to snip and stab anything in his way.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 19, 2018 1:50:08 GMT -8
Chronos is grabbed by the hands and snared by the strings. Predictably, he tries to cut them. His scissors are reduced to dust. He struggles to get out of her tight hold, cursing under his breath.
Chronos glares at his opponent and her carefree attitude.
"RE▲L FUNNY TRICK YΘU GΘT THERE. I GΘT MY ΘWN!"
He then attempts to gnaw at the strings with his teeth. Not much special about these choppers, just an undying desire to break free of this prison.
The pain from the wrappings is mildly debilitating, but the adrenaline seems to be letting him bypass it for the time being.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 19, 2018 2:18:10 GMT -8
Chronos screams in anger, reeling from the incredible toothache.
"▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲GH!!"
Suddenly, he's being pulled up by those painful strings.
That bitch is going to pay once he gets out of this.
Chronos glares at her once again, and spits at her.
"FUCK YΘU."
And then, the electric shocks begin coursing into him. Despite his efforts to remain unphased, the electricity causes him to convulse wildly. He masks the pain with more furious screaming.
"▲A▲A▲A▲A▲A▲A▲▲A▲A▲A▲A▲A▲▲AA▲AA▲▲▲▲▲A▲▲GGgGGgGGGHhHHHhH!!!!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 20, 2018 7:40:15 GMT -8
Chronos falls into the great big inky puddle. it does nothing to soften his fall. He lands prone on his back. the pain is beginning to catch up with him. It takes him a moment to try and get back up, but a quite powerful foot stomps down upon him before he can even gather his bearings.
He can't even speak, merely let out a dry gasp.
Chronos tries to struggle under her heel, desperately trying scratch her leg with his fingernails. He's too winded to put much pressure into it though.
The memory, he doesn't even try to recall. too occupied with escaping... and failing.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 22, 2018 19:29:57 GMT -8
Chronos, finally freed from the oppressive heel of his adversary. Unfortunately, there's hardly even enough time for him to move away from his spot, especially considering how much he's endured already.
The ribbons grasp his arms.
"▲GH!"
He tries to struggle out of the grip of the ribbons, but their strength is far more than what he can muster.
Soon enough, there is an audible popping sound as his arms are slowly being pulled apart.
The pain is incredibly strong, but Chronos is trying his best not to give this bitch any satisfaction. He clenches up as he silently struggles against the agonizing torture subjected upon him, tears running down from his face.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 15, 2018 17:57:39 GMT -8
The knives descend upon his legs before he can even prepare for them, already preoccupied with the tightening pull on his arms.
Unable to resist any longer, he lets out a scream of pain! The stabbing of the knives, coupled with the burning sensation, is too much to handle.
"▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲GH!"
A popping noise can be heard under his screaming, likely from his arms. How long they will stay attached, it's hard to tell.
There's little more that Chronos can do at this point, aside from scream and cry.
To think he thought he could win this battle...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 4, 2018 22:05:44 GMT -8
Chronos' arms hang loose from his sides. He feels like a ragdoll, and quite frankly it pisses him off. This was supposed to be a fair match-up! What's fair about losing your weapon, being pinned down, and then tortured for what feels like almost eternity?
and to top it all off, what the fuck is this intermission? What is she doing, just gorging herself in decadent cheeses here? This is a fight!
Chronos scowls, just barely able to focus from the continuing pain of the daggers digging into his legs, not to mention his arms. They aren't even being actively pulled and they still hurt like hell.
Why is he here?
is it to suffer? no, that can't be it...
is it to be forced into servitude? eh, that doesn't sound quite right...
why the fuck is he here anyways? He didn't even choose to show up here, somebody just smashed open the watch like cracking open an egg or some shit, and then the next thing he knew, something, or someone with a fuckton of eyes "granted" his wish, stranding him in a probably fake city with an unassuming Kat.
This doesn't make any sense.
"..."
Chronos stays silent. It seems he's a point where he can stop screaming for a moment.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 4, 2018 23:50:29 GMT -8
Hm, so she's taking a break from fighting.
Chronos happens to notice... whatever she's done to her food. Can't she cover that hole up or something? Sheesh.
The origin of his existence... he's learned enough about it. A virus created by an inverted scientist to get back at the horrorterrors for fucking them over with a forced unwinnable session. Designed to be disposable, but something didn't turn out that way and he persisted, even far after death. Sometimes he wonders how a virus like him even wound up having an afterlife, but at the same time, he'd rather not think about that question too closely.
Chronos finally speaks. It's a bit of a strain, but the message manages to come across. A clearly begrudging tone of contempt comes across from his voice.
"...ΘF COURSE I DΘ. IT'S NΘNE ΘF YOUR BUSINESS."
He finds himself staring into those eyes of hers. If only he wasn't so heavily injured right now... if only his arms weren't dislocated and exhausted from being pulled so much...
Oh, the terribly violent things he would do against that woman...
The silent moment is broken by her continued speech.
Hm, so she knows a little something about him? That's surprising.
Eniar's counterpart? Why the fuck is this important?
"CUT THE CR▲P. WH▲T ▲RE YOU GETTING ▲T."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 5, 2018 1:05:20 GMT -8
Chronos defiantly just glares at her as she does her illustrative motions. He's hardly phased, and likely isn't surprised much either.
"...SΘ WH▲T. ENI▲R'S YΘUR MIRRΘR DΘUBLE... BIG FUCKING DE▲L. YΘU THINK TH▲T CΘNNECTIΘN ME▲NS SΘMETHING?"
He seems to be in a strong enough mood to ignore his various aches and pains for a moment... For how long though?
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