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Ceej
a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
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POSTED ON Jul 13, 2024 21:02:20 GMT
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Dark, foul-smelling, viscous liquid splatters over her collarbones and neck. It is sticky and warm and yet somehow cold at the same time-- some of it sluices down the front of her shirt. Ew. That’s not nearly as gross as the feeling of semi-solid, almost necrotic-- she’s been in enough morgues to know-- tissue peeling away under her knuckles, like whatever frame is hidden underneath the too-soft flesh is deeper than a human skeleton, like it’s sunken back out of the way of her strike. She thinks it’s getting ready to deck her across the face, so she ducks, but it reaches for her arm, instead. With it being alloy and circuitry she can’t feel pain or touch, but she can tell it’s a strong grip, like a bolt threading perfectly into a spiral groove-- and she can feel the force of it as it begins to pull. “Oh, this old thing?” she spits, right hand going to her left bicep, fingers clawing, sliding. “You can have it!” And in a work of finesse that comes only from extreme familiarity with a machine-- from creator to creation-- she finds a panel to peel away, to twist and release. Not all of it is easy, though, so she throws her weight back, using the monster’s strong grip as leverage, and her metal arm comes free with a horrendous screech of rending metal and a sharp, angry hiss. She wrenches her left side down so piping hot steam blows right into the doppleganger’s face. Stray wires from above where her elbow was shoot sparks and crackle with released energy that is supposed to stay trapped and contained. She drives their snapping voltage deep into the mouth of the shadow clone, grunting with the residual sparkback-- it hurts, it hurts a lot-- as she lets the currents pour themselves out into the shaking, trembling monster, until the Borderlands is full of the scent of cooked meat and overwarm, moldering detritus, like leafrot in a hot summer. |
