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(Independent Semi-Selective Virus!Batter RP blog) An amalgamation of impurity and coding, all wrapped up into a single, broken being. Status: N/A M!A Status: N/A (Please read the "About" and "Rules" pages under links.)

[glitchedpurifier]

Isn't there someone you still want dead?

“A̸̻᷄l̫̊ͭw̓̐͌a᷿͉᷾ẏ̩ͅs̱ͩ᷾.̮̃̕”

[glitchedpurifier]

offhandpuppeteer:

Awakening face up to a screeching sky and unbearable pressure against her body, she wondered how she was even still alive. Even the last time she ended up in this bizarre world, she questioned her own existence holding itself within it, when so many others crumbled and became nothing more than suffering particles in the walls. A twitch, her eye hurt, as if a signal to her own questions.  That’s right.. the virus. “Y͚͋᷈O̼̭᷅Ū̺ͤ.̸͍ͪ” “Ngh!” Her hand shot up to her face, eye beginning to throb worse in tandem with that shout. Tilting her head back to find feet rapidly closing in, she, as quickly as she could, rolled onto her stomach. Both hands pressed against the distorted ground and attempted to push herself up, but gravity was cruel here and attempting that took nearly all of her strength. Drip Drip Tears? No, static fell from her left eye, splattering on the ground in moving, writhing droplets. 

A thousand voices screamed, ten thousand voices cried, and then all was silent. He stood before the Puppeteer, staring down at her as she struggled to move. The deafening silence brought with it an uneasiness that ate at the Glitch’s psyche, driving it back in such a way that he faltered, hesitating. Taking a step back, he glanced around, staring into the red until his head ached and his hands moved of their own volition, clawing at his wrists. Something tugged at his coding: a prompt. 

Before Ota manifested a text box, distorted and warped, but evident in its space that it required an entry of some kind. A name, perhaps?

[glitchedpurifier]

offhandpuppeteer:

Ota screamed as she was pried from the ladder, no, rather, the ladder had fallen apart. The code was disintegrating. Ota felt claw and teeth dig into her, blood falling from her and disappearing with the rest of the file. Despite being flesh and blood on the surface, the puppeteer was nothing more than code herself. In the thrashing, it seemed as though the Test couldn’t devour its meal. Something fought it. The Glitch. Ota felt no surprise, no joy. She knew that the Test was mindless, unable to process even what it was devouring, the Glitch however, felt it was his right to be the one that kills the puppeteer. Blow after blow that missed each other’s barely rendering mass caught Ota as she was in the crossfire of it all. Looking to the top of the bending tower that broke into small fragments, she could see the red cube. Her escape.. It was crumbling, falling apart just out of reach. I guess this is… The puppeteer’s mind went blank, falling limp between the monsters as the Test overpowered the Glitch.. 

Teeth and claw, clashing and grinding, intermingled with the sickly-sweet taste of heated blood, oozing through cracks and tears in flesh and bone. Opposing wills fought against one another, but all too soon did one overtake the other. Despite desperate writhing, three became one; a thousand arms coiled, wrapping about a gaunt frame, encapsulating its own entity with the crackle of bones protesting the weight of its existence.

Condensed then, forced into a smaller form, the Glitch stood among chaos, overlooking the red and the wailing mouths of many. Devoured, broken, decaying, the landscape within a derivative of himself existed, sweltering and stagnant, the smoke heavy and stale. Crushing gravity forced down those who could not withstand its force, and yet the Glitch remained, standing tall and steadfast. He could see her nearby, a weak entity with a will ever-stronger than his own. She disgusted him--he approached with purpose.

“Y͚͋᷈O̼̭᷅Ū̺ͤ.̸͍ͪ”

[glitchedpurifier]

offhandpuppeteer:

As Ota made it out to another balcony, she stared out over the bending horizon before her. Despite being so high, there was no wind. Everything was eerily still.The whole city was falling to its knees, but not to her. No. Everything was falling apart and the sky was a deep crimson. Just like the first day she met Glitch. When that whole mess began. Funny…that was in a Zone 2 as well.  Her heart pounded in her chest. Just a little more, she could make it. Sticking to the wall and not looking down for any reason, she made haste to the ladder, leading to the highest peak of this whole Zone. And where the exit lay, unused since this place was purified, likely. A noise from below, Ota turned.  What a stupid mistake. How did it get up here so fast!?  Just a little more- just a little- It wasn’t enough.  The puppeteer knew this.

Hands upon hands upon hands grabbed at clothing and flesh, claws eager to sink in and find purchase; it howled with rage at her persistence to flee, dragging its bulk so desperately toward her that it sought to rend the building around them, eating at the very material and assets that kept the building in one piece. Coding broke apart, dissolving, crumbling, and desperate jaws consumed what could be salvaged--the building weakened, unable to hold its own weight as base coding was devoured.

Countless claws swipe at her--

And countless more swipe at it.

The building itself leans, the weight of two such entities causing its foundation to bow, groaning in protest to its own weakening material. Teeth gnash and clash and blood sprays; starvation and rage themselves quarrel, slamming bodily into walls and only barely missing the Puppeteer. Forms and entities themselves warp, twisting, swelling; skin splits and the smoke itself turns red. What could not be seen breaks the bounds, rendering until each entities’ bodies lagged, barely processing through the weight of their own existences. 

They are horror. They twisted and writhed--claws and teeth snagged into flesh that cracked like stone, but melted like liquid. Mass battled mass, consuming the very building they fought within with each swing, snap, and wail.

He, however, faltered; its twisted form washed over him, taking with it arms and claws and teeth, even as he snapped back and lashed with tongues like whips.

It was overpowering.

[glitchedpurifier]

offhandpuppeteer:

When trying to knock over obstacles did not work, the puppeteer opted to make her own.  Making it to the final stairwell to the top of the tower, Ota pressed her hands against the wall of the stairs. Her strings pierced the white metal the zone was composed of. A new wall now separated herself from the Test. It could break through that, Ota knew, but it would give her much needed time.  Or piss it off… The puppeteer hurried along, legs aching and begging for rest but she couldn’t relent. Not when she was so close- 

It had nearly reached the stairwell when the wall had been erected--it paused momentarily, regarding the obstacle with interest. Such power... but it was unhindered. 

Its body pressed against the wall, hands pushing against the metal until they began to melt through, dissolving it; within seconds, it tumbled through the material, spilling out onto the other side with a soft wheeze. It did not bother to stand. Instead, it began to drag itself, steadily consuming what it touched. 

It could see her for fleeting moments, and with haste it pursued again, reaching for her, snarling through a throat clogged with its own warped mass.

[glitchedpurifier]

wasbctter:

A bad move on the other part; for all the Batter’s brute force, his reflexes are impeccable as well. With one shoulder free he can move, barely, just enough so that the fist grazes the side of his face. Any closer and something would have definitely broke.

His free hand takes the opportunity to latch onto the other’s wrist, nails beginning to dig into the wrist. An attempt to make the other Batter lose his balance as he yanks at it.

Fingers are beginning to bulge–a transformation in progress.

He holds fast and steady, snarling as nails bite into the flesh of his arm, drawing blood with pinpricks. He settles his weight, pushing forward against the opposing strength of the other’s grasp before bared teeth are snapped at the offending hand, anticipating the resistance of flesh.

He is, however, ignorant to the impending change; his focus remains on destruction, steadfast.

[glitchedpurifier]

thetoxicpurifier:

“…wow.”

Sarin was unsure what to make of this… thing. He’d seen neglected code getting corrupted and manipulate to varying degrees, but this monstrosity was something from an entirely different realm of existence. It was disgusting to see such a vile creature simply exist in such a place as this, and it was enough for him to feel the urge to vomit at the mere sight.

He swallowed back the acidic contents of his stomach that threatened to bubble up in his throat, and his hand instinctively went to his weapon.

A quick glance toward Sarin’s hand has Glitch taking a step forward, testing the waters with a forceful grunt of annoyance. He is territorial, and this being is encroaching. He is prepared to smash him into the dirt and grind his bones between gnashing teeth. 

The disgust evident on the other’s face would be amusing if instinct had not taken full control so long ago; the Glitch acts upon impulse, and his anger overrides all else. He snaps his teeth again at the air, falling back onto all fours as his own weight brings him back down, his fists pounding loudly against the metal earth. 

And with his balance evened, he advances, though slowly. 

[glitchedpurifier]

waywardbatter:

He stood his ground with no intention of leaving this monster be. There was danger ahead, but he liked the idea of a challenge. His arms were neatly folded behind his back as he rocked in place, all five eyes fixed squarely on the code bubbling up at the deformed Batter’s feet. It was raw power. It was something he desired to consume alongside the virus in front of him. 

As it stepped forward, the danger grew tenfold. He was not willing to let the beast make the first move and deal a deadly blow. Into the ground he sank, his form hissing and spitting as the liquid fizzled to life and rippled with activity. There was a slight pause, then he rushed behind the Batter. There was no move to attack, but simply to get away from an immediate threat. Letting out a booming chuckle, he ate at the ground around him and decayed it to a putrid black. 

“Y-you will need to m-mmm-move faster if you t-tt-think you can keep up w-ww-with me.” 

Annoyance--the Glitch turned to face him, rumbling, hissing; his tongues curled and twisted, impatient. How dare this being taunt him so?

Rolling his shoulders, he took steps backward to stand above the bubbling pool of coding, unwilling to share, unwilling to submit. It was his, and he would not allow the other to partake. Not now, not ever--not while he still breathed and fought and could defend what he rightfully owned.

“YoooOU ARE not woWORTHY.” he growled, a warning. He witnessed with disdain how the other batter eyed the coding, the desire in his gaze, the hunger looming. The Glitch, however, felt no pity, no remorse, no sympathy; he only felt hunger and hatred. He would fight for this if he needed to. 

[glitchedpurifier]

wasbctter:

A grimace displays itself on the purifier’s face, carnivorous teeth showing in his dismay; despite the add-ons’ attacks, despite the injuries he is sustaining, the Glitch does not let go. He is bearing down on him and the Batter is desperately searching for a way out of this position as the add-ons continue their assault. His shoulders are trapped, the others’ claws undoubtedly drawing blood, his arms unable to move much. But his legs, on the other hand, are free. For the most part.

Good enough.

In a moment of frantic desperation he kicks upwards with as much force as he can muster, aiming for the other Batter’s abdomin.

Impact. The Glitch grunts, teeth snapping upon thin air as the force of the kick manages to push him upward slightly--enough to knock his aim askew; enough to loosen his grip. 

He is quick, however; he releases one of the other Batter’s shoulders to reel a hand back, clenching it into a tight fist until his own jaws draw blood from his palm. There is no hesitation as the hand surges forward, aimed for the other’s jaw in a heavy punch. 

Insolent--disgusting. An intruder, an impostor.

[glitchedpurifier]

offhandpuppeteer:

That thing was looking in her direction now, did it see her? Ota stopped dead, fingers trembling as the held firm against the smooth wall behind her.  Maybe if she stayed still, it wouldn’t notic- oh god it’s coming right for her!

“AAAHH!!”  With fear and self preservation as her urging guide, she shimmied faster until she made it inside the doorway. Although she felt a semi bit of relief for no longer being right at the edge of the enormous tower, she knew she was far from safe.  She could hear it bending and cracking the walls outside as it scaled the library. Gotta move, gotta move- Ota ran for the stairs past the bookshelves- she even attempted to stop and knock one of the shelves down, hoping to slow down the pursuit of The Test.  Though she quickly found out that the bookshelves would not move and were cemented to the floor. So she abandoned that endeavor quick and made her way up the stairs.

One hand reached, clawing, pulling at the ledge before its body was hoisted up, strain evident under its own weight. Not a moment was wasted, however. As soon as its feet touched down onto even ground, it began its advance, a steady march onward toward her, eager to grab--eager to eat. It watched her flee, it watched her falter, its head tracking her movements, visible eye unblinking amidst a sea of encircling teeth. 

She has gone higher--it will follow. It gurgles softly.

[glitchedpurifier]

A Thousand Thousand

[glitchedpurifier]

lxve-yxu-vxrus:

“BACK OFF!” Her heel had swatted quickly in defense, quite a lazy defense mechanism, she thought to herself. While swatting at the offending hand, she let out a squeak in her voice. A tiny, fearful, and weak noise.  Some blood had stained her heel. Stricken, she had fallen on her rear; face to face with the beast she had try to kindly speak to. She had not planned for a fight today, but with the stained footwear and a savage beast that lay before her, there was no way she was leaving without some kind of fight.

Heedless of her plight, he only attempts once more to grab her, swiping a massive hand at her head with a low huff of frustration--copied over and over by a thousand eager maws. He longs for flesh; for coding and new strains. He cares not for her threats or her weak defense.

If anything, they are more of an incentive to proceed without mercy. He lunges once more, jaws snapping at whatever he can reach with vigor. Every movement she makes is followed by jaws snapping and saliva dripping in tendrils from jaws desperate for the taste of fresh blood and flesh. He follows her, teeth gnashing at clothing, fingers, arms and legs--haphazard, wild. The ground around them develops scratches from too many claws that should not be; the air is alight with the sounds of teeth grinding desperately, though only the Glitch and his chosen quarry are there--a fight for survival.

He is bigger. He is stronger. 

[glitchedpurifier]

waywardbatter:

The virus watched the beast finish devouring its meal as he chewed on his words in silence. It was rude of him to interrupt. Once the gory process was completed he tensed at the other’s harsh statement. He was not one to be knocked down by mean words and simply laughed it off with a deep chuckle.  

“F-ff-foolish? Perhaps. I m-mean, I am r-rrunning a huge risk, that I a-am aware of. Still, I t-t-think it is worth s-sspeaking to you. I-I find you…f-ff-fascinating.” 

Flattery would not get him anywhere, but he wasn’t lying. His code was itching more and more by the second. He wanted to know what made this thing tick, what sort of virus it truly was. The thought of assimilating the damaged code into his own was starting to drive him up a wall. This monster reeked of power, strength that he had to have for himself. His greed was slowly chipping away at the calm facade he had created. There was no telling how much longer he would last. 

He was no beast to be gawked at by the masses; he would ensure that this entity learns well of the fact.

“GO AWAY.” he repeated, his jaw, off-kilter, popping back audibly into place. He paced anxiously, gashes from nonexistent claws marring the earth meters away from where his entity truly stood.

He was large--unnaturally so. He was large, heavy, and angry. Raw coding oozed from beneath his weight, bubbling, steaming, and yet it was so cold. He dipped his head downward to lap at it greedily, snapping up chunks of the metal itself in his efforts to feed into his impulse. It bent, rending beneath his eager claws--

And then the Glitch stopped, his attention slowly returning to the other virus through a blur of desperation and starvation. His head twitched, jaws falling slack for but a moment before he lurched forward, silent, four tongues sliding out of their pouch and lashing about, eager to grab onto flesh and hold draw it into waiting jaws.

[glitchedpurifier]

wasbctter:

The doppelganger meets its mark, and the Batter is tackled down with the wind practically knocked out of him. He grimaces, pain surging, and gasps for breath as the add-ons take their orders. One slams into the opponent with a Radial Blur (-15 CP), another hits with a Long Chain (-18 CP), all the while he is struggling to get out of the others’ grip.

Desperately he wishes he had took the precaution of purchasing more of the necessities for battle. A fortune ticket or two (or ten) would have definitely be appreciated. He has no doubt that Zacharie would be shaking his head at him if he could see him now.

Bodies clash; the Glitch digs against flesh with claws and teeth with an urgency unspoken. Add-ons slice into his flesh, his health fluctuates for a moment before truly dropping, but he does not pause--not for a moment. Carrying on, he makes an effort to hold his adversary down by his shoulders, snarling like a beast with bared teeth and wild eyes, glassed over with madness. Thick, maroon blood oozes from his torn skin, soaking into his tunic, staining it.

He is enraged.

He wastes no time in attempting then to sink his teeth into the rival Batter’s neck, if only to tear at flesh as his tools had done. An eye for an eye.

[glitchedpurifier]

A Thousand Thousand

@lxve-yxu-vxrus

“Hey big man, I’m speaking to you!” She wasn’t one to be impolite to someone she’s never met before, but by the looks of how this beast is acting, she didn’t think he’d felt guilt if she was a little rude. Her dart red eyes scanned him, very strong, not too attractive, and probably not too human either. Tapping her delicate fingers on her thigh, the sets of teeth gave her a little fright, and she mentally admitted that to herself. God, she hoped this is not what he looked like on the daily, why couldn’t he hide himself in a façade, maybe then she’d be a little nicer. “Wipe your mouth, you look disgusting.”

“HhhhHOW daDARRRRrre you?”

His voice is sharp, deep, grating--he steps closer still, shoulders squared as he drops down to all fours. He is enraged, insulted at her insolence.

“Diiisgusting--disgUSSSTINGing...” the Glitch muses, furthering his advance until he is but an arm’s length away--at which point he stops, stares, and narrows his eyes ever-so-slightly, scrutinizing her every movement and regarding her existence with disdain. 

Without a thought, a massive hand surges forward amidst a cacophony of a thousand teeth snapping and a thousand claws grasping, rending the flesh of the body unseen; he lunges, so hungry, so hungry.

[glitchedpurifier]

@thetoxicpurifier

Sarin takes a step back, a sour expression of disgust on his face beneath the mask. “Hey. Watch your tone.”

He does not much appreciate being talked down to.

Two slick, black tongues snake out of his jaws, lashing about angrily before they are retracted; the Glitch rears up onto his hind legs and forces out a snarl, gnashing his teeth.

He does not like this person--they reek of something... it burns his nose and makes his chest hurt. 

[glitchedpurifier]

"ur one of those virus-y type things, right? been seeing a lot of them lately. you got a name?" (lxve-yxu-vxrus)

@lxve-yxu-vxrus

His initial response is confusion; he tilts his head and squints his remaining eyes, jaws clicking together, as if to lazily juggle the remains of the worker that he had slain days before. The rotting flesh sloughs off of broken and fragmented bones, caught on jagged teeth that slide over and through the broken body of his quarry.

When the other entity dares to address him, however, he drops the remainder of the corpse, bottom jaw splitting apart to reveal the nightmare of teeth once hidden between the halves. At once, he begins to advance, new prey in sight; new coding to consume, to assimilate, to add to his own. He is hungry. He is angry.

And a stranger dares to intrude upon his meal?

[glitchedpurifier]

Vore my ass *wiggles eyebrows*

He does not understand these words.

He does not care for the tone.

This one... this one is not important. The entity he recognizes, but it is a blank slate--useless.

Parting his jaws, the Glitch hisses, the teeth within his throat rattling against one another before he simply leaves to go find food.