"Grimm, GET UP!" Kiora shouted as she jumped down to the ground. Whatever was in her opponent's head, she wanted backup if it manifested.
"All right, I'll make this easy for you," she said, looking down at the man. She'd just thrown the kunai as a distraction, she hadn't actually expected it to hit. "Who are you?"
Seemed a good place to start. And it wasn't as rude as "What are you."
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Polly waited for Evan to make a move. He held his weapon delicately between his two hands. To a casual observer, he gave off the apperance of meditating.
"Name yourself."
Was that a demand? A request? Polly didn't know what to make of it. She didn't have to think, or to analyze. He was powerless, she knew that. She could truly harm him. But she refused to let him win. She made a mental note to be gentle.
Polly's eyes were shielded behind a black domino mask. The fabric provided a sense of secruity. Evan wouldn't be able to see the fear in her eyes when she extended her right hand and zapped him with a black light beam.
Grimm turned his head. He saw the man he had rescued on the floor next to him. Huh, he had some kind of knife sticking out of his leg. Probably why he was down here.
Grimm pushed himself up. He noticed that his Ninja friend was standing above him now. He remembered the knife. Had the man tried to attack her?
"Kiora-? What happened?! Are you okay?"
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:20:21 AM by Gault
yeyRainer had a strong urge to draw the kunai out of his leg and threaten her with it, saying he was infected with some blood-bourne disease — after all this time, he might have been, anyway — but when he saw it in his leg, he thought again, thinking of all the big arteries down there that it could have hit.
"I..." he fumbled with his words. The painkillers, again. "I protect the weak... or... yeah..." the fog had long overtaken the voices, and he was out of adrenaline.
The strange beam glanced passed him as he dropped featherlike to the ground, springing up, predatory, attempting a blow to the liver of the transformed woman. Not lethal, but painful.
To suffer.
To be.
She was going to die, by his hand or another. By hers, he was not.
After all, what use is someone without a name to share?
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:24:08 AM by JHM
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.Meanwhile, Mary was hiding in a booth yet again. She was holding a video camera that she got from the house, filming the chaos that had broken out between the visitors. It was bound to happen at some point, due to the amount of fighters that seem to arrive.
"Hopefully the film won't get erase," she thought. The view was a little obsured due to the rain, but her camera was high-definition. It cost a fortune, considering her income.
The chanchito walked around the corner and disappeared. It was just one hint at what was yet to come.
Damn, this is going nowhere.
"I'm fine," she told Grimm. "I dunno what this guy's deal is, though. He's hiding something." Something really, really bad.
She decided he needed some motivation to stay coherent. She fired up her Chidori again, glaring down at him.
"I'm going to ask some easy questions. Now, this," she shook her lightning-filled palm. "Is going to hurt if it goes through you. Are you going to make me do that?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Having finished the wine, the magician left the house of mirrors. Surely, things must've gotten more interesting by now. On his way out, he saw the same exorcist as before, this time peeling off the skin of what seemed to be a pig. Something was off, he took the binoculars from his hat and inspected it. He realized what was wrong, it was ghost.
Demons, exorcists, ninjas...what next? An alien, espers and time-travelers? Even he would dismiss the possibility of the latter three suddenly appearing, but given the situation, he couldn't ignore the possibility. He was used to bending reality, paranormal people, ghosts and cyborgs, but never would've imagined there were more.
He was loving it, and decided to follow the exorcist, who probably knew more about how to deal with these creatures than him. However, he still kept himself invisible, it was possible the man he was following would attack him without second thoughts.
Evan leaped back up effortlessly, as if he dodged magical attacks for a living. He charged towards her, ready to pounce.
Polly bit her lip, trying to resist a smile. Foolish man.
She held her right arm up again let her black magic envelope him. He was entangled in her grap. Polly raised him up from the ground and flew up after him.
Now face to face, Polly circled Evan, making sure to keep her arm up.
"Okay," she said. "I'm going to ask you to calm down. I don't want to make any mistakes, and I don't want to hurt you." Polly stopped and faced him again.
"Now. What do you want?"
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:31:46 AM by BetsyandtheFiveAvengers
Grimm stood up. He silently bore witness the unfolding scene with a peculiar intensity. His eyes kept alternating focus between the Ninja with a fistfull of lightning in her hand and the man on the floor who was evidently about to receive it.
Torture?
His headache was splitting. Throbbing. Like his brain was trying, and trying being the operative word, to beat a permanent indentation on the inside of his skull. Considering Grimm's history, he saw only one viable course of action.
Grimm immediately fumbled for his pill bottle.
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:36:28 AM by Gault
yey"Well, only if they make me," Kiora said. "And I've had a look in your head. Now, what are you?"
She glanced sideways at Grimm, reaching for a pill bottle. Fighting off his headache was one thing, but that was way too many pills...
No, she thought. One thing at a time. She returned her attention to the man on the ground. Frowning, she released the jutsu.
"If I get that knife out of you and get you back on your feet, you promise to answer my questions?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.It survived being ripped to shreds with an anti-paranormal knife.
That was not a good sign, but seeing how it vanished and he could no longer feel it, there was little he could do now.
Cyrus reentered the main carnival area, steering clear of all of the people.
Didn't they know that it was better to just stay out of things that didn't concern them?
The demons were coming back out again, the strange threat gone. He could sense them faintly from every direction, so he picked one.
Ah, right next to that rusty old Ferris wheel. He could see its outline already.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Grimm grabbed his helmet that the Ninja had set aside on the ground. He remembered now, what she had done. He pulled it over and once again popped the cap on the bottle of painkillers, this time pouring a substantial amount in to the upturned helmet. He turned to sit, facing away from the man and the girl. He then retrieved a pair of earplugs on a string from a small pouch on his vest, and inserted them in to his ears through the eyes opening of the balaclava.
He anticipated he was about to hear more screaming.
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:43:35 AM by Gault
yeyA tiny smirk appeared on Evan's face. He turned the knife in his hand, closing and pocketing it in a single fluid motion.
"Do you have information on Maraczek or do you not?"
He scanned Polly's masked face impassively.
"...or do you intend to hide it, as you do your face and your name?"
Again, the meeting of eyes. He could sense her discomfort in the form she had chosen, however she hid it with an air of superiority.
Was this happiness? No. He knew happiness.
This was control.
She would know, eventually.
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.Kiora raised an eyebrow.
"My mom's a medic, she'd want me to help you, not torture you," she admitted. "Hold that thought."
She spun, drawing another kunai and launching it. It buried itself in the side of Grimm's helmet.
"I can see what you're doing!" she called. "Don't make me have to flush you again."
Returning her attention to the man at her feet, she decided to start simple: "You got a name?" she asked.
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:51:30 AM by animemetalhead
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Grimm's helmet went skittering across the ground, the kunai having deflected off it, tossing up painkillers all over the place. Grimm sighed, and exhibited no other outward response, not even surprise at the knife. Great, he thought. There go most of my painkillers. That and that big knife of hers probably chipped the helmet's paint. Speaking of those knives, where does she keep all those?
Grimm reached up, pulled both earplugs out with one hand, and said quietly to no-one in particular, "It's not the drugs."
yeyPolly swallowed hard, but kept her hand up. He was smirking, laughing at her. How could he do that, manage to reach into her core like that.
She steadied herself and cleared her throat. "Why do you care so much about my name? And what is this Maraczek to you?"
What was the point of this all? Polly didn't want to go on like this, to fall further into Evan's tricks and manipulation.
Polly dropped her right arm and let Evan fall to the ground. Even though he hit the grass with a thud, he laughed harder. It was sinister.
She drifted soflty to the ground, keeping her distance from the laughing man. She hugged her arms to herself and looked away. "If you must know," she said. "I don't know anything about him. There. Are you happy now?"
He maintained eye contact, though his smile contracted slightly.
"Then you are not of use, if... amusing. A diversion."
His smile vanished entirely.
"I would not care to kill you if there is a chance we would meet again. Then, yes, but not now. It would be too short. Fear is... repetitious."
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception."Rainer, huh?" Kiora set to work on his leg, ignoring Grimm for the time being. As much as she wanted him coherent as backup, she didn't think she was gonna get his cooperation.
"This is... not going to be pleasant," she said, gripping the kunai's handle. The green glow returned to her free hand. "Might wanna grit your teeth or something."
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.

Cyrus completely ignored the commotion behind him.
This little game of hide-and-seek was getting boring.
His hand still on his knife's pommel, he sprinted up to the pig, drawing his knife as he ran.
The adrenaline began to flow.
He got within slashing distance, and a blur of silver ripped apart the pig's rubbery skin, and that purple smoke from before billowed out.
He moved around to the side as the pig deflated further, cutting its skin as much as he could lest the smoke regenerate it.
He ripped out its black, beady eyes, its snout, its little ears.
It wasn't like he couldn't be too thorough.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."