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Who | Some and Open, Some and Cuthbert
What | Some starts to lose himself to the hunger, and then chooses his way out.
Where | Candy Arena
When | Week 4
Warnings | Death, man-eating.
Notes | First top-post is open to anyone in Group 1, second one is for Cuthbert.
"No," Some said aloud to himself, a growl of a word as he pressed his forefoot against his stomach. It growled back, every bit as loud as his voice, and cramped sharply as if punishing him for denying it. The hunger crawled along his nerves like crabs, nausea and craving and anger all snarled together as a single entity, and it crouched in his brainpan like a hunting spider.
"No," he said again, even as he limped from shadow to shadow, following the scent of a human. He couldn't not. Not when he could smell their blood and hear their heartbeat and feel the sweat they left in the air. And he knew where he would bite, if he caught up, and all he could do was drag his feet and not catch up because what if it was Lottie, or one of the others that he knew?
"No..."
What | Some starts to lose himself to the hunger, and then chooses his way out.
Where | Candy Arena
When | Week 4
Warnings | Death, man-eating.
Notes | First top-post is open to anyone in Group 1, second one is for Cuthbert.
"No," Some said aloud to himself, a growl of a word as he pressed his forefoot against his stomach. It growled back, every bit as loud as his voice, and cramped sharply as if punishing him for denying it. The hunger crawled along his nerves like crabs, nausea and craving and anger all snarled together as a single entity, and it crouched in his brainpan like a hunting spider.
"No," he said again, even as he limped from shadow to shadow, following the scent of a human. He couldn't not. Not when he could smell their blood and hear their heartbeat and feel the sweat they left in the air. And he knew where he would bite, if he caught up, and all he could do was drag his feet and not catch up because what if it was Lottie, or one of the others that he knew?
"No..."
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Adachi didn't dare try to eat the landscape; he had learned that lesson already, and there was no way in hell he was going to attempt it again. With his luck he'd get something that killed him next. No, he needed something that was actual real meat, and trying to kill the little creepy buggers that had been running around was a royal pain in the ass. He really didn't want to have to try and beg some Sponsors, but it was looking like a necessary evil at this rate...
A weird gurgling, dragging noise cut his thoughts short, and he froze where he stood, grip on his sheathed sword tightening. After a moment of silence, he flicked the guard with a thumb, the rainbow blade sliding out just enough so that it would slide out the rest of the way when he grabbed for it.
That didn't sound like one of those weird creatures, which meant it had to be a tribute. Damn, if it was those zombies again...
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His stomach cramped again, and he contracted in on himself, hissing with pain. No, there was a human right there, and he needed...
No, he didn't need to eat. He wouldn't.
He was still telling himself that as he slunk closer. He would just see who it is. And maybe it would be a stranger, or someone he could hate.
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Adachi stood silent, listening, before continuing down the path he was going, on high alert for anything -- or anyone -- that may jump out at him.
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"No... I don't think I'd forget meeting you."
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"What are you talking about?"
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FOR CUTHBERT
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But for all that he was in good physical shape, he was mentally broken. He had one job, just one, and he had failed at it. So now he wandered with his unicorn horn knife in hand looking for the next person to stab. Bert had a plan: kill until someone took him out. Which was why he smiled darkly when he heard Some talking to himself. He didn't even bother to hide himself as he approached.
"My thanks for the invitation."
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"... Cuthbert."
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Still, Some didn't look quite right. He was definitely fairing worse in this arena than Cuthbert himself. Starvation made many a man desperate. His plan was still solid. When he was a few steps short of reaching Some he stopped as well.
"Are you certain you want that as your last word here? Not that I wouldn't be flattered."
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"And you're human, aren't you?"
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That little speech worked a lot better when he was dressed normally and carrying his guns like a good Gunslinger, but he was nothing if not adaptable. So he worked with what he had.
There was something massively upsetting about watching Some's second mouth move like that, and Cuthbert could very clearly picture it ripping into flesh. He didn't hesitate after that to surge forward with his knife out and strike at Some's neck. Their anatomy might be different in a lot of ways, but it was still a logical weak spot and he intended to take advantage of it. Of course, it left him open to be bitten and scratched as he struck.
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He lunged forward to meet him, and flung up an arm to catch the knife. It bit deep into shoulder, instead of thin and vulnerable throat, and he made a three-handed grab for the human's head.
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"Four on one is hardly fair, is it?"
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