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OC from indie game Calm Time with additional horror side muses

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“Like a GOOD little SOLDIER.”

Independent Captain Hilary James Becker RP Blog from Primeval.

[cxlmtiiime]

Upon entry all the lights will shudder out shrouding the home in darkness. Tonight it is empty of the living and breathing, tonight it holds only the ghosts. Still, whomever dares to step onto tortured land without purpose must have a brave heart dwelling in their chest. The spirit means no offence, only DEFENCE. But defend she will. This is her home, her CASTLE after all. The others that rest here have become her SUBJECTS. She protects them on instinct.

Drawn deep into the shadows she shall not reveal her face, only stands tall, chin high, awaiting her presence to be DETECTED. 

     “ Why are you here ? ”

The question boldly declared, its sound holding more structure than the speakers flickering form. 

@fangs-and-lace

[cxlmtiiime]

He bats her hand away from his face. Please save your flirtations for someone who will fall for them.

If he didn’t know exactly what’s going on through her head, he might have flirted back, complimented her on her … everything, because everything about her is beautiful. But he’s familiar with her though process, familiar with her bloodthirst ( their last encounter is still fresh in his mind ), so his main concern is keeping his eyes, not returning her attentions.

“Oh, come now.” She pouts prettily, “You’re not SULKING, are you?” Really, it’s not as though she removed any of his limbs, he doesn’t have to be so bitter. He’s right to be wary though, blood lust is a constant on her mind. Even now, in this moment, petite as a lark with those darling rose bud lips there is something DANGEROUS within her smile.  “It was boredom that drove me to that little SPAT. I hate being bored.” She tuts, one finger on her cheek as she admires him with an expression altogether coy,  “Besides, flirtations imply that i’m not being GENUINE. Truly, they’re MAGNIFICENT.”

[cxlmtiiime]

“Aww are you telling me someone has already scared you to death.”

Literally.

“I’ll go bug whoever I want, and the fact that you have so much against it just makes me more willing to bother you.”

Cue a very nice smirk on her face.

“Fat Chance. Rat poison, actually.”

Stated without a flinch. There’s no trauma from the event, just ANGER. Eyes narrowed dangerously. She’d strangle this BITCH if she weren’t so bored of today already.

   “That’s cute. Real cute. What are you? Five?”

[cxlmtiiime]

Yes, begging for mercy does grate on your ears after a while. But so do the voices of vengeful teenage girls. He keeps his voice low. She might not be concerned with people overhearing them, but he is. Busy cafe or not.

So how did you kill her? Another knife drawer?

She laughs, flips her hair like she’s in some teen movie. “No. I wanted to try something NEW.” She’s getting bored after all, beginning to wonder how long she’s going to be sticking around for. “So I broke her kneecaps with her hockey stick and shoved the end down her throat until she CHOKED.” Eliza cares little for who might overhear, who might SEE even. Form is stable, for now, though and she eyes the counter wistfully, “Do you think I could still drink coffee? I’d die for a VANILLA latte.” Laughs, “Get it. DIE.” Puns and jokes, as though she hasn’t just been talking of recent murder.

[cxlmtiiime]

“ Help me, Help me. Somebody HELP me. “

   Cruel tone of mockery, malicious grin slashed wide onto the young girls face.

         “It was pitiful. Like, seriously, die with a little dignity, right?”

@cupido-periculosa

[cxlmtiiime]

“No, SERIOUSLY, I’d be scared if I weren’t already DEAD.”

      L A M E.

          “Go bug some other ghoul. That BITCH had it coming.”

@xviperinae

[cxlmtiiime]

I’ve got two drafts I’m working on but I want to get even more threads rolling on here so feel free to LIKE this for a starter. 

     ( or hop into my IM’s !!! )

[cxlmtiiime]

It is almost she takes a step back, but pride and curiosity demands that she stays where she is, just watching him with a raised eyebrow.

Though tension is slightly higher in her body.

“I feel like I should not actually.”

A grating sound that vaguely resembles laughter, “Clever girl.” He’s MOST amused. Boredom is a tedious task for the creature, so many years of existence that he finds it a frequent visitor. Perhaps that is why he indulges her now. Finger nails scratch at his skin, grime collecting under them as he observes her, unblinking. “You must know someone. Someone like me but NOT. No one is LIKE me. Your kind doesn’t tend to hang around for long. My presence can be NAUSEATING.” 

[cxlmtiiime]

The threat is seen and understood, Viper staying where she is, still tensed in her muscles, ready to avoid any attack that may come out of the other, still watching him with keen eyes.

“It is not actually. I said what made the trail and so far that question is not answered.”

It was no demand for answers, merely a observation towards the situation at hand. She knew better then to try and demand anything from a person such as thing, even more so in the state he was in.

Another formidable growl, displeased that company is still around. He doesn’t appreciate it in WOUNDED state. Quieter than before though, willing to settle so long as she makes no move closer. Sinks to his knees in a crouch, ignoring her as he focuses on the injured talon, flexing it and watching the murky substance drizzle from its opening- SLOWLY though, it is healing, lessened in size already. Not that this will put him off picking at it, like a petulant child inpatient with the process. Hues travel to the familiar woman, 

      “Are you still HERE?”

[cxlmtiiime]

Rage is a fuel that comes easy into her veins, rage that is now very much flamed and very much directed at the person or thing in front of her.

Rage that pushes her to swing her fist right at the others face with as much force as she can. And considering that she works out every day.

That is quite the force.

There is no need for words, the anger in her glare is enough to get across the meaning.

You sick son of a bitch  

He won’t even FLINCH although something MURDEROUS appears in his eyes. For a human, a MORTAL, to touch him without permission. Lips curve back over black gums, teeth elongating as jaw unhinges like a snake. SAVAGERY in his snarl,

              “Touch me again and I’ll tear OFF your arm.”

Consider this fair warning, warning more than he would usually supply. He gives her credit for her BOLDNESS and luckily enough has eaten recently enough not to DESIRE carnage. 

[cxlmtiiime]

She just looks back, ignoring how long it took before he actually reacted, though even then Viper did not turn her eyes away from the other. All she did was roll them before looking back at him.

“You don’t have to say something for the tone to portray it.”

Another thing that thought he was above all things like that it seemed like.

“There are better things to hunt then children.”

“You clearly haven’t TASTED one.”

His tongue swirls inside his mouth before he opens wide, fiddling with a tooth as he picks at a morsel left. Offers it out on a slimy talon with an expression entirely of glee,

     “Fancy a BITE ?”

[cxlmtiiime]

She’s half way through scrawling ‘EAT SHIT’ on the bathroom mirror.  It’s some trashy diner place. Red lipstick is her weapon of choice, form flickers menacingly. She’s far less solid than even other ghosts- to much malice, to erratic. 

 ( Never mind the body on the floor. Bloated face. Some girl playing chicken who used her name three times. She drowned her minutes prior to your entry. )

       “ Are you FUCKING dumb or something? 

                                  WHAT        ??? ”

[xviperinae-archive]

#go d  damn it Viper#don’t bang the bogey man  o m    g#he has TALONS#and he eats childre n#im crying omg

{Well I mean don’t knock it until you tried it, am I right?

PleasehelpVipershehasanunhealthyreactiontofear.}

[cxlmtiiime]

That is a stance she knows very well, both from herself and her job, and from Shadow and having watched him. First thing to know when with a predator is

Do Not Turn And Run.

So instead she stands tall, keeping her eyes on the other.

“Curiosity. You see a trail like that and you want to know what causes it.”

“Consider your curiosity SATED.”

Words are whipped with irritation, snarled at the other with an unhealthy amount of tooth displayed. A visible threat. You’re just about safe where you stand but don’t DREAM of stepping closer. His pride is wounded more than anything, thick tar like substance bubbling over his talon- already sealing the ashen skin (foreign to that of his human form) back together. Most likely this is the reason for his poor mood.

[cxlmtiiime]

Watching someone become a fog of some kind is a new thing, and there is shock on her face when he is suddenly in front of her, resting the urge to punch when she notices he is back to where he started.

“Nice party trick you have there..”

The grin is enough to allow nightmares- leering and teasing as he flicks aspects between forms. Rows and rows of malformed teeth, sharp each and every one, are revealed in the spread of his smile. 

     “ You should see my FINALE . “

         Beware: He’s peckish. Hasn’t eaten in a while.

[cxlmtiiime]

The smirk is still on his lips, almost made brighter by the fact that what he is saying seems to be having a reaction on the woman, this spirit who seems to be so bent on protecting something that is already dead, a glance cast to the side of her towards the child, eyes flickering red for a moment.

Not in any way using his powers, the show was meant to scare the spirit child once more after the woman had calmed him.

“Ahh, but for such things, one would actually have to have fears for someone to use. I abandoned my fears many years ago.”

His head was nothing but chaos, a pure place of pain and suffering.

But not for him. Only for others. The memories of all the people he has killed, all the people he has terrorized, they are there and they are clear to see when he feels someone tap into his head.

The images would be enough o make most people who consider them self monsters keel over in disgust and fear.

It is just how he likes it.

“Oh but then, let me do you the service of making you test that claim.~”

Now he is taking a step towards them, everything about him looking calm, but the air around him shifting.

Shifting to show the aura of the predator he is.

She remains stoical, calm and collected until he goes to move forward. The child lets out a shriek like STATIC. Then, a force from HELL, she feels it rush from underneath her. A solid chunk of air swung at him to throw him back. Anger begins to bubble beneath her skin, heated, an unusual emotion she is not quite accustomed too. He will not intimidate the younger spirit at her side, he has felt enough fear. 

Whip after whip of gale force wind, a tornado manifested by the chaos of her very BEING. It speeds towards him, remorseless and endless. Above, a crack of lightning. 

“ BACK AWAY . “

And her voice is unfamiliar, something ELSE speaks through her chords. Echoing and ominous. The rain is quite heavy now, pelting down around them and her form flickers, crackling with this sudden energy. 

She is not well versed with creatures such as him, has little idea of monsters outside of the ghostly realm but it matters not. She has no desire to learn. Her duty is to protect, this land and these souls, by ANY means necessary.