Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-26571677-20190827124318

Streams of light arced their way through the overcast sky; tendrils of plasma glowing blue and white worming through like the flash of nerves amidst cloudy flesh.

The thunder that followed too, was like that of a God’s. Low and rumbling; approaching slowly in sound, and reaching a crescendo, before drifting away to soon be replaced by another in its stead.

It seemed that even the sky, nay, the planet that they lived upon, even now, mocked their standoff. It was as if it were gazing down upon the meagerness of their humanity, and wondering how ones so smart, could be so stupid as to generate resentment, fear, and anger on a lone boat, borne amidst a sea of monsters.

And as the rain fell, and the shadows of the tentacles rose, it was as if it were crying with laughter; tears as salty as the downpour.

She was the first to hear Wynson, and the first to see him skidding away into the darkness.

A sorry fate awaited any who fell into the murky waters of Charon’s embrace, and she was so willing anymore to forfeit her life. What had once been a muted soul, dull without purpose, now saw a glimpse of light in her sibling; someone to protect and care for besides herself, finally.

Hazel was damned if she would let that light smother now.

Her calves tensed, and her legs bent at the knees, awaiting the eventual rock of a ship beset by unsupported weight.

The moment she felt the tremor of the movement, her legs launched her up into the air; ensuring that she would not stumble, and from her vantage point, it was clear that the situation was dire.

There were a near limitless number of tendrils that snaked up from the depths; the suckers lined with hundreds of tiny teeth and pulsating as if each were a hungry mouth, ready to take another bite. The boat would not last long at this rate; them, even less.

She landed, and immediately began the sprint towards the Hunter and the girl that was nearly about to be dragged into the abyss; they needed as many bodies as they could for the upcoming fight.

As the assassin ran, her hands pulled out her trusty pistol; aiming for the cracks inbetween the plates of armor, and squeezing off an explosive round.

The gunfire was lost amidst the drumming of the rain; fat, heavy drops making the floor slick and obscuring vision; stinging against the skin, but her mask helped to highlight the spurt of blood…and the lack of any acknowledgement whatsoever.

Cursing, she slipped the weapon once more into her coat, reaching her brother and wrapping her arms around the tentacle gripping the useless girl with the shredded legs; pushing her legs against the bow, and trying desperately to resist it’s strength.

…Piercing weapons don’t have an effect, the armor likely protects any weak spots, the trick is getting through the bone…normal blunt trauma won’t work either, it’s too hard…but if it was focused…

She looked at Dust, mask’s eyes glowing a scarlet shade of red.

“I need you to hit me with an explosive round!”

She looked at the other hunter that had been standing with the pair; the girl Dust had gambled his life on keeping from starting a fight.

“You! Get something long, pole shaped, and electrically conductive! Get ready to jam it into the hole!”

She heard Dust snicker, and looked at him with wide eyes of disbelief, hidden under her mask.

“Ahah…that was a bloody terrible innuendo.”

And despite herself, she smiled. Cheerful till the end.

A sole finger pressed against the plates of bone, and her aura flickered on; a light shade of brown.

-

When the hunter girl had stood up, he’d caught a glimpse of her eyes.

And despite all that he’d seen up until now, despite the murders, the torture, the fear, and the hatred that he’d witnessed…

He’d never seen eyes so filled with murderous rage.

And he couldn’t help but shiver.

So one could imagine his relief when she looked at him; his smile slightly uneasy, and nodded.

“Phew, Thank God. Just before I hand these beauts over, what about my fri-“

And then Jett disappeared.

His reactions were quick, and had they not been, he might have not been able to catch and help the girl he’d been helping to protect.

A tendril enveloped her waist; veiny and muscular, and it was all he could do to hold onto her, as if it were his own life on the line, aura flaring and flickering weakly as he dug his heels into the wooden deck of the boat.

Time was running out, and already he could feel his grip slipping.

Thankfully, Hazel appeared as a blur of a shadow, putting herself between Jett, and the edge of the boat to help him even maintain a stalemate.

And just as he was about to quip something, she spoke up, and his eyebrows raised.

“You sure?”

She looked at him, mask still on.

“I’m sure.”

He nodded, and pulled out his handcannon, checking its Dust contents, and aiming it at her side. Normally, he would have hesitated, questioned her, even outright refused, but a life was on the line, and that line was being stretched very tautly.

“Jett, I’m gonna need you to hold on, yeah?”

He smiled reassuringly at her, and cocked the hammer.

“Ready?”

“Do it.”

He gulped audibly, swallowing a salty concoction of brine and his own spit.

He pulled the trigger.

And his eyes widened as the explosive buckshot, magnitudes stronger than conventional dust munitions faded into less than half of what he should have seen; the rest seemingly absorbed into Hazel, and concentrating at the sole point of her body that dug into the monster’s tentacle.

Boom.

With a crunch and the wet tearing, popping sound of wrenching flesh, 2 metres of the tentacle’s armour was stripped, with the point of impact leaving a hole the size of a watermelon.

And the person responsible for it all lay with her back against the bow; her clothes blackened, her body unmoving; the vestiges of cracks following the shattering of aura just now disappearing from the tips of her fingers.

And as the tentacle loosened and went slack, he ran to her side, hoping that his unlikely companions would be able to fulfill their ends of the bargain.

“Shit.”