get out of my head!

reiteration.

A lot of things had happened since Carol had left—too much. At least more of the recent occurrences were more or less positive.

"Maybe… Yeah, they should be always scary… It was scary the first time, an’ the second, but then the fires got not as scary…"

Emi felt almost bad for not being scared about the fires anymore. But it was better than freezing up even at the mention of fire, and it wasn’t like she didn’t still worry about the people who were affected by the fire. There had just been too many scary things going on at the time—and it was worse to be scared all the time than to ignore it.

"She’s nice ‘ta me, yeah! I don’ think she would… freak out about you. ‘Cause she’s nice to… ‘ta everyone, I think!"

As they keep walking, it’s evident that Emi’s getting more and more cheerful. Wasn’t very helpful to be upset that her best friend was back, after all. She’s quiet for a bit, but speaks up soon enough.

"But, but, I’m happy you’re here now! You’re… yeah." Not very descriptive, huh. She swung her left arm back and forth. "Are you… Are you happy to be back, Carol? Or…?"

#eienniasobou #Reiteration #(i saw this minievent and thought...no. no. spare people from painwheel)

"Who the hell is even setting all these - you know what? Nevermind."

[This is why she withdraws from practically any conflict in this city. She could count on one hand the number of people she actually is concerned about...

Carol's eyes slide over to look at Emi from the edges and she makes this sound that's halfway amusement and halfway exasperation. People in this city are usually fine with her once the shock factor fades away, but...]

"Leave it to you to find the kindest souls in this entire place."

[.....The question freezes her up. Carol scratches at her scars (looks like her bad habit is back) a flash of purple electricity crawling around her shoulder bolts.]

"...Sort of. It's nice to see you, but the rest of this place...I can do without."

[She keeps walking.]

"Tch. I'm actually safer here than I would be back in New Meridian. Picture that. It'll give you an idea what my world is like."

reiteration.

"It’s… okay. H-Heh…"

Standing up alongside Carol, Emi flashes a grin. It’s hard for her to express how happy she was—she wants to start crying again. But she manages not to, somehow.

Nodding in return, she wonders where they should go—to her house, to the park…?

"Is— Is the park okay?" she asks, already picking out and turning to set off in the direction of the park. And in order to break the silence, Emi decided to tell her about everything that had happened on the way.

"U-Um…"

"There was… Um, the city was all weird for a bit, an’… A lotta weird stuff happened. I think I got hurt, but I don’ remember a lot of it… Then there was a fire, an’— an’ that was scary— but there’s been a lotta fires now, so they’re not as scary anymore. And then there was a— a war, an’ that was scary too… But I wasn’t… I didn’t get hurt at all ‘cause of it. Um, um, also, I moved to— to Mommy’s house! —Schu’s house. Do you know her…? An’ then there was Christmas—do you know what Christmas is, Carol? It’s really fun! And after that there was a… a ball! An’ that was a lotta fun too… I wish you had been there. H-Hehe. But I know how ‘ta dance now…!"

#(for the love of all things #do not take discreet math i swear this class is the worst!)#eienniasobou #Reiteration

[The park. It's something they kinda frequented in the past so she's not surprised. Carol reminds herself not to crawl along on all fours and she walks, if unsteadily. Listening.]

"...A lot of fires...Shouldn't they be a thing that's always scary?"

[There's a lot of things wrong that she doesn't actually have to address, right? Because it's kinda obvious what's wrong. No use making a fuss out of the past in this case or she'll never breathe evenly again. Or shudder less violently really.]

"...Sounds like a lot happened. I don't know who Schu is but she's.....nice to you? Right? I'll...have to thank her. If she doesn't freak out about me."

[Balls. Christmas. Carol rubs at her throat and reminds herself she needs to get back into the habit of stringing words into coherent sentences but right now, it's asking too much; Gae Bolga's bristling and it's making it feel like she's breathing needles.]

This creature’s movements were literally unpredictable, it’s as if this girl was some sort of monstrous chimera creature taken straight from the chimera labs of his homeworld, this creature was a complete abomination that needed to be eliminated immediately.

The Masked man attempts to avoid that saw blade but even with his inhuman like speed that came with being a cyborg, he was still hit by the edge of that weapon taking some damage to one of his legs. A small amount of blood is seen trickling down his leg through his torn leggings, if the commander had been any slower those legs would likely be detached and amputated.

The Masked Man kept an overwhelming glare on his target, his straight face slowly turning into a frown, he was determined to end this quickly. With that golden blade in hand the masked man quickly charges at Painwheel again, this time not aiming for those strange limbs but for the the giant sawblade attached to her. The Masked swings his energy blade several times at the sawblade, attempting to slice it to bits or completely detach it from this creatures body.

#emotionless-droid #(this lateness is due to the new semester....sucks! my bad)

[Tch. Not fast enough but she'd at least drawn some blood. Painwheel pulled back with a fierce snarling, back arching as if she was a feral feline, offended and cornered.

Her opponent was quick.....he was changing strategies, not aiming for her limbs but slicing at -

Painwheel screeched with agony as Buer Drive's cord was slashed and it sent a shock of pain jolting straight into her. Eyes stretching as wide as they could (like they'd fall out of her sockets) as a result; she threw her saw's blades against that sword. It's not to combat him really, just to lock that sword and see if she could hold him still for a few moments.

Because then with a sickening squelch that sent a spray of blood out from the exit points, Gae Bolga's spines burst out of her back in elongated rows, leaving its host howling but aiming to impale any part of the Masked Man in turn.]

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"It seems I have come off as more fortunate than you. I was unwanted, but the pain subsided for me. I offer my condolences. It’s rare that someone can understand my situation. Many of the other girls like me, they still think they are doing good. They think they deserve what they got and give their lives for others. The Organization’s brain washing is too strong for most to resist, it seems."

This stranger was interesting indeed. Riful hadn’t expected to meet someone like her here, but now that she had, she was in a much better mood.

The girl reached down and lifted the bottom of her skirt, offering the stranger a polite curtsy. There was no reason to fight. They were in a similar boat and she didn’t seem to be that upset with Riful for treating humans like scum.

"I recognize another weapon when I see one. You have my condolences. Hopefully you are more fortunate in the future."

She dropped her skirt and resumed a more neutral stance.

"I am Riful. May I ask your name? Sure;y they did not try to take that away from you as well."

#abyssalribbons #royalty #(painwheel's kinda hard to chat with sometimes my bad)

[Painwheel can understand. And that's the shocking part. To find someone in a situation even a LITTLE like hers is a shock...maybe even a blessing. It all depends.

She says nothing because talking still hurts and she doesn't feel the need to reply; at the very least she did at least hear it all. When she's curtsied to, Painwheel sorta looks taken aback, resting back on her heels and narrowing her eyes kinda like she's expecting it to be a mockery.]

"...Tch."

[The question is a normal one but the statement after it makes her snort in cold amusement.]

"They did. They took that and tried to take everything else about me...!!"

[She sucks in a breath and it is released as a heavy snarl.]

"My name is Painwheel....at least that's what they call me."

[Peacock's made enough cracks about her name for her to be aware that....]

"Not very...clever, is it?"

reiteration.

… Right. Emi swallows back another apology and turns her gaze to Carol, fighting back tears that threatened to spring to her eyes once more. An attempt at a smile only turned out sad and unconvincing so she just glances away and doesn’t say anything.

Upon glancing back seeing Carol’s toothy grin, however, Emi breaks out a wide smile of her own. Tentatively, she crawls forward, this time settling down next to her friend. There’s a temptation to hug her tight and start sobbing again, but she ignores it. Takes a deep breath instead.

"I m-missed you a lot," she repeats herself, speaking slowly to keep herself calm. "B-But I didn’t— I only cried… a little bit. I — I cried a lot at first. But, uh… A lot of stuff happened when y-you were gone."

And as much as she wanted to tell Carol about everything that happened in the past few months, she was having a hard time thinking of anything coherent to say. So she reached over and took Carol’s hand.

"Do you… Do you wanna go somewhere else…? I think it… might be b-better."

#eienniasobou #(i spent about two days looking at the html and just sighing #but ill have to meet schu sometime)

[Carol breathes out hard as Emi sits beside her, but she's collected for now. The fact that Emi stays calm (or at least TRIES) is impacting her, and she's shuddering a lot less as a result.]

"I'm sorry....didn't mean to...break my promise."

[She pushes herself up to her feet and tries to stand straight. Shakes her head. Kinks up Buer Drive's cord so her sawblade isn't a two hundred pound anchor and holds it at about chest level behind her.]

"Tell...Tell me all about it."

[Squeezes that hand and nods - somewhere else it is, then.]

reiteration.

Her sobbing only grows louder as Carol speaks—she can barely understand the other girl, but she’s trying. She lifts her head when she hears her name, taking in a deep shaky breath and holding it so that she would be quiet.

"B-But…" she starts, but she can’t think of any good reason to stay where she was. She doesn’t want to back up—she really doesn’t want to.

But she does as Carol says anyways, slowly drawing herself up and backing away. Just a little bit. Emi could still reach out and touch her, but for now she covers her mouth with her hand and tries her hardest to keep quiet.

… It takes a while, but eventually she stops crying. Her eyes are still watery and her breathes are shaky, but at least she’s quiet.

"Sorry," she mumbles once she’s calmed enough to speak, keeping her gaze focused away from Carol; she would surely start crying again if she looked at her friend. "I— I’m sorry…"

She takes a deep breath, trying to find something to say. But there’s not much she can think of—she’d just start crying if she talked again anyways.

#eienniasobou #reiteration #(i see emi's in a house now!)

[Emi's collecting herself. Carol thinks she should too, but it's....difficult to say the least of it.

With time the anger sizzles out and she's left with the usual ache and tension. At least that's manageable. The mask comes off her face and she clutches its bloody, filthy material to her chest. Carol balances, crouching, Buer Drive twitching along her back and shoulders. There's a lot more scars on her face than Emi'd remember.]

"...The hell are you apologizing for?"

"It...wasn't you. I was worried about hurting you! Hope you haven't been just...crying this whole time."

[Her expression is its usual rundown, pockmarked mess. But there's a bit of happiness in there still. Then she showed a too wide smile, all teeth; genuine however.]

"It's...okay now. You can come closer."

…. Missed.

The Commander narrowed his eyes, keeping a glare for this monster from under his helmet. He didn’t even flinch once, watching as this girl’s body erupted spikes and began to unnaturally move.

But with this creature’s speed, ridding of this creature swiftly was out of the question, the most effective way to exterminate this monster it seemed was to attack it directly.

With his blade in hand, the masked man was quick on his feet, narrowly avoiding the creature’s sawblade effectively ending him. This monster was tenacious and if the commander made one wrong move, he would be killed and rendered useless. This battle needed to be ended quickly;

With his golden blade in hand, the masked man steps forward and swiftly swings his energy blade down at the monster in front of him, attempting to damage her strange limbs.

#emotionless-droid #(id take that tbh #if only painwheel cared to see the irony of their situatons)

[Painwheel doesn't know what that sword's made of and it's an unknown she doesn't like. She brings her arms up in front of her in an X shape because there's no time to shove Buer Drive between them. The sword crashes against Gae Bolga's spikes and it doesn't bother the Parasite but it sears her skin and Painwheel howls in.....pain.]

"G-GET AWAY!"

[She snaps her arms back, twisting all the way backwards and thrusting her sawblade through her legs and arms, scratching her own skin but it doesn't matter. The damage is minimal compared to how she's attempting to saw her assailant's legs off.

She follows through; crawling forward as her spine cracks and screams and she spits with fury, swinging her spiked and burnt arms at his throat as she yanks herself back into a bipedal stance.]

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"Was I that obvious?"

Riful sighed. Of course she was. She hated humans, she had for many years. It was something that clung to her like sludge. It changed everything about her, just like they had done to her. Her hatred was too obvious to ignore. Even though she was a being that could disguise herself, she could never completely hide that.

"I have my reason, though I doubt that you would believe me. Nobody ever does, unless they have walked the same path that I did. I was human once, and I never hated my own kind, but things changed. Or rather, they changed me."

She tried to act like it was a job, but the Abyssal One’s giggle couldn’t hide that. She didn’t mind sharing the truth, she just hated the way her lack of control showed in her voice and body language.

"They made me into something to fight for them, but as soon as they did, they hated me. And then, when I started to question things, they told me to fall on my own sword. So I hate them. I believe that there should be a certain level of fairness in this world. If I fight for someone, I expect them to respect me. Maybe they will praise me for the blood I shed, but no, I was an object. Claymore was the name they gave the girls that they cut open and changed. A Claymore is just that, the sword on her back, with no sense of individuality. So now that I am free of their control, I treat them with contempt. I suppose I should let go of my grudge, but I can not."

She raised a brow. It wasn’t like she hated noticed that the other woman was struggling to talk.

"If speaking hurts you, you shouldn’t speak. You look like you have faced some hard times as well."

"No...I'm just...not that fond of people in general."

[He lips twist up and curl around the fibers of her mask; disgusted.]

"So I know it when I see it."

[Painwheel freezes. Ragged beaten breaths and all. Her sawblade drops flat onto the ground in a loud clatter.

Maybe she'd been drawn to this woman for an entirely different reason than she imagined. There is an array of similarities here and it's....gratifying?

Well not quite. Painwheel thinks it's something but she doesn't know how to put it. Words are not her strong suit. She scratches her throat and draws bleeding lines, impassive.]

"Everything hurts...talking is nothing.....Tch...Pain is nothing. I understand you more than you think. Do...do you honestly believe I've ALWAYS looked this way?!"

"Being made into a weapon...."

[More hatred seethes in her voice than can be described.]

#abyssalribbons #royalty

reiteration.

It really was her. Carol was back—or had she really even left at all? Emi didn’t know. She’s having a hard time thinking at all and before she can stop herself she’s crying.

"C-Carol… I— I thought you le-left… Y-You… Wh-Why…"

For a bit she just stutters, clearly trying her very hardest to keep herself from crying any harder. But sniffles soon turn into sobs and she inches towards her friend again—then nearly throws herself onto her in some kind of embrace. There’s so many questions she wants to ask, but she can barely speak through heaving sobs.

"I… I missed y-y-you…" she manages to sob eventually, and she can’t say anything else for a long while—she’s crying too hard. She’s still not even sure what she’s feeling, exactly—she’s so very happy but she just feels numb.

#eienniasobou #(well painwheels not used to extended chats anymore #approach with caution)

[Carol sighs.

Emi's crying hurts her head. She's not in a good mood as it is. She definitely is so happy to see her friend but she is tired. Her composure's regained but lost just as quickly.]

"I did. I DID leave. I'm...sorry, so just..."

[Her temper's fraying quickly; it's just ripping apart at the seams and she starts growling and rumbling like a malfunctioning vehicle.]

"Sh...Shut up for a few moments!"

[Shoulders hunching, Carol buries her face in her hands. She's bleeding from that leg wound and there's some more leaking out of the side of her mask and staining her fingers.]

"Emi."

[The word shakes with warning].

"If you're going to talk to me...back up. Just.....for now."

"Oh... I didn't expect to see YOU back around here. Welcome back, I suppose."

[She looks SPECTACULARLY deadpan even through that mask and produces a dismissive sound. It takes Painwheel days to recover from a bad mood or at least as much of a recovery as she can reach.]

"...Hah. I'm not back by choice. And you're still here...."

#(yo hey wassup!#i shouldnt be awake im crashing in 5...)#murderousmorality

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Gif doesn’t have the tweaks sorry about that. Added some of the composition roughs as well, I really wanted to capture the scene of her awakening. Some are more violent then others but Painwheel’s a volatile character.

Painwheels Steam Card. I’m really glad I got her. I love drawing factory backgrounds.

#[gallery]#tw: body horror

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Riful was normally more affable than she was today. She had to be in this city. She constantly felt exposed in her weakened state. But she was not kind today. Maybe it was because the meat that she had bought had finally reached it’s expiration date, or maybe it was because the Abyssal One still didn’t have the hang was shopping. She tried to be polite, even if there was always an air of contempt about her. However, she had finally gotten what she wanted.

Eating things outside of her normal diet was beginning to affect Riful, she assumed. She’d lived off human flesh for hundreds of year and not what did she have? Bacon strips? Those there the closest she’d gotten to her normal diet. She hated the fact she couldn’t just buy slabs of human meats. she hated the fact she couldn’t hunt as well.

As always, she took a detour though the alleys. Normally it was safe. today was a little different. she was surprised to hear someone speak to her. the Abyssal One turned around and looked at the… Thing. It was a thing alright. It reminded her too much of a piece of meat left on the counter for too long. Disgusting. Still, she put up a kind front. If Riful was anything, she was polite.

"Oh, was I doing the shopping thing wrong again? Have I upset you somehow, young miss?"

[Painwheel's kinda conflicting in regards to her opinion of herself. She knows she's hideous but she hates people reacting to it, but she hates people ignoring it as well. It's either pity or disgust and she's sick of both but knows that one or the other is undoubtedly present.

She closes her eyes halfway and settles into a low crouch because her sawblade's about twice her weight - and it makes her legs hurt, holding it up like that.]

"It's..."

[She's easily irritated lately. Painwheel started the conversation and she already regrets it because talking physically hurts her. Strangling words into something approaching proper language.]

"What do you have against humans?"

#abyssalribbons

reiteration.

Everything was normal. Until she heard growls—very familiar growls.

… Carol. That was Carol’s voice—Emi feels her heart skip a beat as she starts running towards the sound without a moment of hesitation. Part of her doubts herself, but most of her is certain that those growls were Carol’s… as much as she doesn’t want to believe it. She doesn’t know what she’d say to her old best friend…

But it is her. Emi stops; she can’t speak for a few seconds, frozen with… something. Nervousness, mostly. Disbelief. But she’s excited, too, somewhere in there, and maybe a little bit angry.

"C-Carol—" she starts, her voice shaky and weak; she swallows, inching as close as she can to the girl, kneeling . "Ca-Carol—? Carol, I— I thought—" she can feel her eyes burning with tears, "L-Look— at me… Are you— Are you okay, Carol…? I-I— I’m s-sorry…"

#eienniasobou #(man finals suck right? good luck with them #same here mostly besides college and my illness acted up for a bit but it's fine)

[Someone TOUCHES her and Painwheel reacts without thought.

She snarls and her mask strains the muscles in her jaw as she pushes against it; Gae Bolga juts out of her flesh and she nearly leaves a bleeding three-point gash in Emi's face, it's so easy -

Emi.

Oh.....Carol makes a strained sound and she flinches back into the brick wall, her own sawblade opening a wound in her upper thigh. It's ignored. Her fury's spent in one rasped word.]

"...Emi. Wh-What..."

[She looks blank, even past her mask. There's no sound it's just...Speechlessness, there's nothing she can say is there? Carol makes herself calm down and it's with a herculean effort that she does. She actually does.]

The commander continues to keep a cold glare at the target in front of him, he didn’t say a word in response to this girl’s questions. For what reasoning did he have in answering them? The only thing on his mind was to fufill his purpose, and that was to complete his objectives and get rid of whomever stands as a threat to his master’s objectives. He wasn’t going to leave until one of them falls.

"…."

With a single step forward, the masked man swings his blade three times in the air before pointing it in the sky, his golden blade began to spark and then shoot off a bolt of light in the sky.

In an instant, a large, powerful bolt of lighting comes crashing down, aimed directly at the target in front of him. This lighting bolt was powerful, powerful enough to completely knock out any normal human being if it directly struck them.

#emotionless-droid #(ROBOT FIGHTS....next on machine wars #man i'm fucked either way even if i win that'll make lucas get on me)

[Lightning bolts.

She's reminded of Brain Drain and Painwheel sneers beneath her mask. He's so cold and emotionless, her opponent...worse than her. Not fighting the control, not angry, but she knows drones when she sees them since...they tried make one of her. If Valentine had left her with pity, she'd have it.

Painwheel springs back from the lightning strike with the help of Buer Drive; her leap's elongated and she lands heavily nearby, hair on end from the bolt's proximity.

Spikes erupt from her flesh, coat the side of her arms. Painwheel pounces straight at the masked man and twists her body in way it shouldn't be, causing her sawblade to come down in a brutal executioner's cleave.

And like usual she's roaring out in anger but that's just really typical at this point.]

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The commander stands admists district Gamma, keeping a deep glare at the monstrous creature which was in comparison to a chimera that stood before him.

NOW SCANNING... ... ... THREAT LEVEL: HIGH

Just what was this creature? Naturally just looking at this girl and the rage she had on her face would make anybody feel intimidated, the commander saw this girl as a threat, with that boy named ‘Lucas’ nearby whom was considered valuable to Master Porky for whatever reason, this threat was to be neutralized.

"….."

The Masked Man’s golden glowing sword extending in his hand, he held the blade out and pointed it at the girl, ready to strike at any moment.