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Discussion in 'Blackhaven' started by Alyssa, Feb 13, 2018.

  1. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    FEBRUARY 1ST
    late evening
    a grimy alley


    Maybe Alyssa didn't have the best sense of direction, but she was pretty sure that the streets in this stupid town changed. Just yesterday she'd taken a right after that store at the end of River Street and found a relatively clean side-street beside some hotel to hunker down in for the night. Today she took the same turn, and ended up here, in the filthiest fucking alley she'd ever been in. She pulled her jacket more tightly around her torso, hugging her arms against her stomach and scowling as she turned a half-circle and tried to figure out where the hell she was.

    "'s a bit late for a wee pretty girl like ya'self to be out all alone, innit?"

    Alyssa's blood went cold at the voice that came from the shadows at the back of the alley. Instead of turning heel and getting out of the alley like a smart person, she sneered at the man approaching her, wrinkling her nose when she got a good look at him. His skin was a muted green color - what the fuck was it with people in this town? Some of them barely looked human - and when he smiled at her (or leered, more like) she could see yellowed, pointed teeth behind his lips.

    "Ya lost, little one? Ol' Scabs here can help ya."

    She scoffed and rolled her eyes, and felt she was doing a pretty good job of hiding just how freaked out she was by the way he looked. His voice was weird, too. Had a weird sort of nasally thing going on, like there was something stuck up his nose. Gross. "Uh, no thanks, Scabs," she retorted, taking a step back toward the mouth of the alley as she did so. "Is that really your name? Did your mum hate you or something?"

    Oh fucking hell, why can't you just keep your mouth shut?

    The guy just threw his head back and laughed, baring more rows of teeth than should have been natural in a human mouth. Good sense finally won out and Alyssa turned to run only to smack right into what felt like a brick wall. Except the brick wall moved, and had massive hands that clamped over her arms and lifted her right off her feet to stare into the squat, bulbous face of the ugliest motherfucker she'd ever laid eyes on. Beady red eyes stared into hers, and the big man - troll? he looked more like a troll - let out a hearty laugh that left Alyssa pale with fear.

    I'm going to die. Like I might actually fucking die.

    She pressed her hands against the broad, hard chest, trying to keep as much distance as possible between herself and the ugly brute that had her in his grip. "Let me go or I'll fucking scream!" The big guy just chortled again and walked her farther into the alley, clearly amused by her threat.

    Good one, genius. They'll let you go for sure.
     
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  2. Okami Amaterasu

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    Age:
    800+ years
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    It had long been known to Amaterasu that wheresoever the seeds of prosperity dared to bloom, so too did darkness burrow into its roots. It was a slow, patient sickness that lived beneath the surface of what was visible; the joys of crime and the profits of corruption, an unfortunate reality of mortal greed. It was a soup of poison that ruined innocent lives with certainty that Nippon's demons could only dream about.

    And it was why, that of all the places in Pandora, Ammy considered the district they called 'Blackhaven' the one most worthy of her attention.

    Being a wolf, she recognized the stalking gait of a predator on the hunt when she saw it. The two who had melted off into the alleyway moments ago had caught the scent of prey, and she was loathe to let them catch their quarry. The goddess had little trouble following them, even with her coat of pure white fur. Her aura was an extension of herself, akin to a limb, easily flexed when the situation called for a display of divine presence, or put to rest when there was a need to remain inconspicuous. It was the latter she exercised now, slipping from shadow to shadow, her passage light and unnoticed, just another breath from the evening's breeze.

    The young woman they'd caught was a brave one. Brave and full of fight, but also terrified. Her fear sliced into Ammy as if the bite of a knife.

    She wondered if these ones were aware, if any of them had enough faith in gods to sense that she was more than the ordinary animal she appeared to be—to see the crimson markings on her fur, or the prayer beads she'd replaced her holy reflector with. They rotated around her neck with growing speed, eager to dole out punishment to the wicked.

    As the taller of the men started to march their captive towards what would surely be a ghastly fate, Ammy leaped into his path, giving a sharp bark to grab his attention. She reared briefly, front paws lashing as she tossed her head—and the prayer beads obeyed the motion, uncurling with fearsome speed to fly whip-like for the taller one. The weapon would seek to wrap around his ankle and throw him to the ground, hopefully with force enough to loosen his hold.
     
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  3. Alyssa

    Alyssa The End of the Fucking World

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    The big man (troll? she was pretty sure he was a troll) had walked Alyssa several feet into the alley, and she was trying to come to terms with the fact that she was going to die, when there was a sudden, sharp bark from somewhere behind her. She didn't have much time to consider it before she suddenly found herself sprawled on her back on the grimy alley floor, sharp pain shooting through her elbows and up her arms from where they'd cracked against the cement. Troll man was down, too, but not for long. He snarled in rage and scrambled back to his feet, but whatever he saw was enough to terrify him because his eyes widened and he backed away with his meaty hands held up in a supplication of peace.

    Feeling her heart sink - because if troll-man was scared then Alyssa definitely didn't have a chance - she slowly craned her head to look over her shoulder at whatever had spooked him. What she saw made her brows draw down in a scowl and her lips to twist in a sneer of disbelief.

    ''Troll-guy is afraid of a fucking dog? Am I dreaming?'

    Of course, the canine was bigger than any Alyssa had seen, but from her angle she couldn't really get a good enough look to see that it wasn't a dog, but a wolf. Behind Amaterasu, the green-skinned ugly with the pointed teeth was advancing, a wicked looking dagger drawn. Where the troll-man seemed cowed by the sight of the mutt, the green man looked disgusted.

    "This ain't none of yer business, wolf-bitch," Pointy Teeth spat, holding the knife out in a clearly threatening posture. Alyssa blinked several times because she was pretty sure the blade had a slight yellow glow to it, but that didn't make any sense. Knives didn't glow. People also didn't talk to dogs. Then again, people didn't typically have green skin or pointy ears, either.

    'I'm really starting to bet on the government social experiment theory.'

    Scabs brandished the knife threateningly, taking a step forward in a clear attempt to drive the dog back. "What're ya playin' at, ya big coward?" he snarled at Troll Man without actually taking his eyes from the dog. "Git the girl. I'll handle the holy mutt, here." He bared his teeth in a sneer, pointing the blade directly at the dog's face. "Hear that, Wolfie? I'm gonna make ya holey fer real." He let out a cackle that said he clearly found himself hilarious.

    Troll Man lurched forward to obey, and with a squeak of fright Alyssa scrambled backwards, scraping her hands and arms against the concrete in her effort to get away.
     
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  4. Okami Amaterasu

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    Age:
    800+ years
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good
    Ah, so they did recognize her. Then, they should also know that everything about this situation was precisely her business. The shorter one's threats had no effect on Amaterasu, neither his words nor his knife. The former was inconsequential; the latter only mattered if she let him get close enough to use it. Which she would not.

    The prayer beads settled back into place around her neck.

    The taller one advanced and so did Ammy, pouncing forward to close the remaining distance between her and the girl. Her shoulder brushed Ammy's leg. The goddess leaned down to grip the back of her collar firmly in her teeth, and another toss of her head flung the girl onto Ammy's back. Footsteps echoed from behind her now as well, Ammy's response to that a sharp flick of her tail.

    For a moment, the smell of ink seemed to fill the alley. Movement twitched in the darkness, a smoky black line tracing itself into a circle in midair with a single stroke, and a second line cutting partway through it. A ripple moved through the air, and a cherry bomb the size of Ammy dropped into the smaller one's path. Sparks hissed cheerfully at the end of its wick.

    Ammy sprang forward then, moving to leap over the taller man. At first glance it seemed impossible, the height of her jump simply not enough to clear his head. She kicked out with her back legs—a dull thump echoed as if hitting a window pane—and Ammy bounced off an invisible wall of air, gaining yet more height as maple leaves trailed after her, a banner of fluttering red.

    The bomb would blow in seconds, and she planned to be gone with her 'passenger' while the two men busied themselves with the aftermath of the explosion.
     
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