Anime Girl with Attitude
Drop The Bass, Throw The Switch
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 4, 2018 5:57:01 GMT
Timeline: after "Exposed"
Previous Threads: Exposed
Characters Involved: @croc
Location: New York sewers
As she sprinted from the soldiers, Kris tried every trick she could think of to shake them but every alley she took and every turn she made, the others could be heard behind her. Using her powers, the idol muted her steps and breathing before tucking into an old building, hoping that would allow her escape. After a few minutes of sitting, no footsteps could be heard but her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, that detecting vibrations was almost impossible. Pressing her ear to the door, a few seconds ticked by without any sign of her persuers. However, just as she was about to calm down, the wooden barrier blasted open, showering the inside with shrapnel and splinters. The rattle of metal immediately followed.
Opening her eyes, the teen froze in terror as she stared down the barrel of multiple guns. One of the men took a step towards her, and, like a scared animal, she reacted with the first instinct that came to mind. Clapping her hands, the shockwave blasted the platoon against the wall, allowing Kris to make a hasty retreat. Running out the hole in the wall, a few shots were heard, but without any jolts or a warm trickle going down her body, the blue haired girl was certain they missed.
A few moments of running away, she couldn't hear the persuers. Did they really give up that easily? No, something isn't right. If they were so determined to apprehend her before, what changed. The video showed what she was capable of, and thus, the military men clearly knew what they were getting into. To take it safe, she wanted to lay low for a while. But who can she turn to? Her house is in a different state. No hotel will offer shelter and there aren't any friends in the area.
Shaking her head, the girl thought once more. There is a friend, rather an acquaintence that she can turn to. Someone that knows her powers already. But before she had a chance to remember where he was at, the shouts and steps of the mob approaching drew her back into reality. Why didn't she feel their vibrations? If she can hear them, they can't be too far. As if to confirm her thought, a soldier rounded the corner and raised his weapon at her.
Slamming her hands together, the popstar blasted another shockwave at the armed service member. Although he stumbled back, the hit was significantly less than prior. Turning to run, Kris was heading towards a manhole. Managing to lift the grate and slip in, she landed, only to grunt from pain as the vibrations weren't reverted as easily. What was going on? Why were her abilities getting weaker? Reaching back to scratch her head, something was felt on the back of her neck and her eyes went wide. Pulling out the item and giving it a look over, it appeared to be a tranquilizer dart. Time was clearly running out. Tapping her foot to send out a sonar, the return was extremely fuzzy and difficult to make out. As if walking with a screen of static to block the view, Kris made her way down the tunnels, only to hear the men once more. As much as she wanted to run, it was proving more and more cumbersome. Each breath, each step, was a struggle and sapped more energy from her.
“Waylon!” the blue haired idol cried out while running. “Waylon!” Her breathes now labored wheezes, her knees buckled under the stress. As the men were quickly nearing her, the neo took one more deep breath, and with all her might and the last of her energy, she called out, “WAYLON!” No longer able to maintain consciousness, Gensokyo Girl's eyes rolled back and her chest fell to the ground with a soft thud.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 19:00:26 GMT
He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that he wanted to stay out of it.
There were many boots on concrete on the streets above, heavy ones and in groups. They'd been shifting around for a while and positioning themselves seemingly to surround an enormous building above that contained literally thousands of talking people. If the noise wasn't all muffled by the few feet of stone between them, it would have been the kind of cacophony he couldn't handle with his heightened hearing.
At first he thought it was security for the event being held above, but something was off about it all. There was too much movement, too much metal to be simple guards. No, this reminded him more of the outfits those hunters from before had worn. The ones he'd been avoiding for weeks.
He mapped out the area they were moving around in and took the pathways he needed to to put as much distance between him and that spot as possible. Whatever they were doing would be completed in time, he'd just need to remember that this part was too dangerous to traverse until tomorrow.
But then he heard something, a grate moved and someone dropped down with a grunt of pain. His first thought was that those above were coming down into the sewers. Maybe all this was a trap, they had find out where he was and were coming to get him. He backed away from the sound, but then heard a voice.
That voice was familiar.
He heard it again and this time he made out what they were saying. It was his name?
This was a trap. It had to be. Nobody knew he was down here. Moreover, nobody knew his name. Well, except-
It was a shout this time. It wasn't a friendly call. It wasn't an angry one. No. This was a call of desperation
He looked toward the source of the voice, then in the direction of safety. It would be so easy to leave. So easy to ignore the plight of someone in trouble and ensure he protected himself from the armed men he could hear searching the streets above. He didn't want to fight again, he didn't want to become him again.
He raised a clawed hand to his forehead and rubbed across the top of his skull as he struggled to make a decision. Then his fingers flicked over the ears of the hat he was wearing.
That's right. He only needed to ask himself that question to know what the right call was.
Thin pupils tightened in red eyes and the monster of the sewer steeled his resolve; before pressing toward the source of the noise.
By the time he got there, three men had entered the sewer and one was busy lifting the unconscious girl with blue hair into his arms. One was talking about how easy it was to capture the young celebrity, but the other was quick to complain about the horrid smell they had to put up with. The gas masks on their face did much to protect them from toxins, but apparently the sewer permeated through.
Having lifted the girl up in a princess-carry, the agent turned around to face his two colleagues and suggest that they make a quick exit, but his eyes went wide as they locked onto the gigantic shape outlined in green that towered over his friends in the dark.
"Holy shi-" Was all the man could say before two large hand closed around his colleagues' head and cracked them together like coconuts. Their helmets made sure their skulls didn't cave in, but it was cleared with how they went down that the blow was enough to rattle their brains.
The agent dropped the girl immediately with a heavy thud and tried to draw his weapon, but was delivered a punch to the gut that sent him flying down the sewer and left him completely winded. Possibly with a few cracked ribs.
Waylon clenched his jaw. That was harder than he had intended, a concerned frown crossing his features for a moment before his gaze turned to the collapsed form in front of him. It was definitely the girl he'd met when he'd first arrived in this world. The girl who had seen him do terrible things. She had powers, that he remembered, that means that these people must be-
A few bullets ricocheted off his skull and Croc turned his head to look up, raising a massive scaled arm to protect his face. More bullets bounced harmlessly off his skin as the men from above unloaded their firearms onto him and Waylon found himself covering Kris with his entire body to keep her safe from bouncing shot.
Now wasn't the time for thinking, he needed to take her and get as far away from this situation as possible. With one hand he scooped up the lightweight girl and with the other he effortlessly tore the ladder from the wall to prevent anyone safely entering from behind him before taking off down the sewer at breakneck speeds.
The man he had punched dove to the side and covered his head as the beast ran past, having recovered enough to move but not draw to fire, gripped by the sheer terror of a man who knew he could be crushed to death if he was stepped on by the charging monstrosity.
When the crocodile man disappeared from the sight of his night vision around a corner, he fumbled for the communication device at his waist and called in what he had seen. If the were going to pursue the girl from this point on, they had to bring someone capable of dealing with the monster that had just abducted her.
He couldn't hear them now. The sound of boots on the surface were long gone and he was sure he had lost them in the labyrinthine corridors of the New York sewer system. It hadn't been easy, but the weeks he had spent memorising the tunnels after he had to take his latest little friend home had paid off; not to mention that his footspeed was much higher than the men in their heavy-duty riot gear.
Carefully he laid the girl down on a collection of cloth tarps he had turned into a makeshift mattress in the corner of the large warehouse they were in. With the way the industrial crates were stacked, they were cut off from the rest of the building and in fact to anyone without the strength to move them or a forklift from the garage one building over. At this point, with his heightened hearing, approaching their location without his knowledge was nigh impossible.
He covered her with another tarpaulin sheet to prevent the chill getting to her, and then backed away as far as he could, hiding in the shadow cast by the crates. He didn't want the first thing she saw when she woke up to be his face. Not after the last time she had seen it...
He had purposefully not stacked the crates high enough near her that the light from above would be completely cut off, he didn't want her to be in the dark, but this little corner had clearly been constructed in order to hide him from her, a pair of red eyes the only indication that he was even there to begin with.
Patiently and for hours, he waited for whatever she had been hit with to wear off. At the very least, he needed to know what had happened in order to know if she had an escape plan for the people following her. As much as he believed that she wouldn't want to see him once her desperation had worn off, he couldn't bring himself to leave her alone.
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Anime Girl with Attitude
Drop The Bass, Throw The Switch
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 5, 2018 3:41:36 GMT
Giving a small groan as her conscious return, followed by a severe migraine and a soft grumble from her stomach, the girl moved her hand up to her forehead as she slowly opened her eyes. That was a horrible nightmare. She would never be exposed like that, right? Looking around, she did her best to see her surroundings. It was dark, but not pitch black. Enough light filtered in to at least offer some detail. The walls were covered in a layer of dust, the air smelled stale, aged boxes and crates were stacked in piles, and the ceiling looked as though it reached into the abyss. A look of worry crossed her face as she sat up. This place was foreign to her. Glancing down to feel the rough material that formed her bedding, she gave it a small whiff. Aged and musky, yet, a similar scent. That's when it clicked and her heart skipped a beat. That wasn't a nightmare. Gensokyo Girl's deepest secret was revealed to the world. She was on the run after being attacked by soldiers. Standing up, she moved to find an exit before dropping back to one knee, out of both weakness and pain that shot up from her ankle. Another memory returned. She dropped down to the sewer to find an old friend before..... well, afterwards she wasn't certain.
Looking up, the blue haired girl's stare froze at the two red eyes glaring back at her. Taking a swallow, she managed to croak out. "Way- Waylon? Is that you?" Tapping her finger to the ground, no vibrations or sounded resonated back. Perhaps it was just because she was exhausted. Going for a more audible noise, she snapped her fingers, yet again, the echolocation failed. With a bead of sweat forming from the panic, she clapped her hands, hoping that a louder noise would offer results, but yet again, the sounds remained blank. Time for another tactic. Slapping her hand against the ground, she tried to mute it, but it carried out, unhindered. Her breathing became shallow and her skin went pale and clammy as panic started to sink in.
Without her vibration manipulation, there was really only one way she would get her answer as to who those glowing orbs belonged to. Not willing to wait for a reply, she forced herself to stand, wincing and letting out a small whimper as her ankle felt as though it was on fire. Half walking, half limping, she drew closer to the figure, eyes looking over the shadow that slowly formed. Upon seeing him, she reacted with the first thing that came to mind. Throwing her entire body at the reptilian man, Kris buried her head in his chest and let a hand graze against the scaly, but oddly comforting hide as she let out a pained, yet hushed cry. "Waylon! I- I was afraid I was gone! You saved me again, but... now... my... my powers. They're not working! I don't know what's going on!" As her shoulder quivered from sorrow and fear, one more sentence managed to slip out before her sobs took over, "I'm scared...."
While the stench of the sewers filled her nostrils, this time, instead of it reminding her of a cold and lifeless environment, it gave her some comfort. This smell was coming from someone that she trusted, someone that protected her a couple of times now. It was a friend and an anchor to remind her that not all was lost and hopeless. There was still a chance she wouldn't be tossed to the wolves. People still cared about her, and that, right now, was a comfort that she needed the most.
@croc
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 20:40:30 GMT
Waylon's eyes stared at Kris from the dark. Silent. Unmoving as she stirred.
She said his name, but he was torn between the want to respond and the sinking feeling in his chest that she was asking because to know it was him would mean she'd feel the need to bolt; and with her being trapped in here right now her only way out would be to cause a lot of noise which right now... could be dangerous.
His eyes narrowed in the dark as he watched her click her fingers, clap her hands and smack the ground. He had no idea what she was doing but it likely had something to do with her powers. Strangely though he couldn't hear that hitch-pitched whistle he had before when she'd used her abilities. He restrained himself from reaching out and stopping her from making sound because he didn't hear anyone close by, but if he got the chance he would definitely warn her against it.
His eyes narrowed once more but this time out of concern rather than confusion when she stood. She'd clearly hurt her ankle, but she pushed on toward him regardless. Which each of the few steps she took to reach him in their confined space, he could feel himself pressing against the wall as if to try and become one with the darkness itself- but his tail was too large for him to create any more space between them.
He could see her eyes focusing and his own searched hers for signs of fear or rejection. But neither came. Instead the opposite happened. Relief. Followed by her body pressing against his chest.
Her exclamation proved his suspicions to be correct. The reason he couldn't hear the change in pitch was because for some reason her powers weren't working. Right now, she was just an ordinary, scared little teenager who was so desperate for safety that she'd turned to a literal monster from the underbelly to protect her.
From where he could see her curled up against his body she just seemed so...
Small.
Perhaps it was his time with Molly that had softened him. It was the only explanation for how two gargantuan arms came to be gently wrapped around the fugitive's back. He spoke as softly as he could muster, but the low and guttural growl of his voice caused his chest to vibrate against her tiny frame.
"Try to keep quiet" he said calmly. His best attempts to reassure her when he didn't know what words to say. "There ain't no one around right now. But I don't know how long that'll last."
Slowly, gently, he got to his feet and lifted Kris completely off the ground in his arms. He ventured the two enormous steps back into the light and placed the girl back on to the makeshift mattress, pushing her off him firmly, but careful not to cut her with his claws.
Briefly the blue-haired girl could see him. Around his shoulders was a cloth tarp much like those she was lying on, only this one had been cut into a shape that made it look more like a cape and had been stained black with some kind of charcoal substance. What was more peculiar was that on his head was a strange sort of balaclava/hat combo that worked as a mask to prevent his face being seen and bridged the gap between his chin and shoulders by covering his neck. All that could be seen was his unhideable reptilian eyes...
And sparkling light.
Defeating the purpose of his head cover being black, it had been decorated by someone with child-like sensibilities and been encrusted by rime stones around the eyes and healthy dabs of pink glitter everywhere else. What was more baffling was that the top of the hat had ears that pointed up toward the sky that too had an outlining of stones that sparkled in the light that shone down from above.
Almost as if he had been trying to hide his peculiar dress this entire time, Croc sunk back into the shadows away from her; returning to being just a pair of red glowing eyes in the dark.
"Try and lay down for now." he said sternly. Either he didn't remember what he was wearing or he was trying to keep it away from being a conversation topic. "We don't know how hurt you are. I ain't no doc."
The sound of something sharp against leather indicated he was idly scratching something as he tried to think about what to do next. This was going much better than he had hoped, but the case was that they were still on the run, and Kris was just a helpless teenager right now.
"Maybe whatever knocked you out had somethin' else in it?" He asked vaguely. His grasp of science was far from great and he didn't even know how she came to be unconscious in the first place. He was just assuming that it had been some kind of tranquilizer.
"If so. This is probably temporary right?" Wishful thinking maybe. But at least the theory offered some kind of hope.
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Anime Girl with Attitude
Drop The Bass, Throw The Switch
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 7, 2018 5:39:19 GMT
As the large man spoke with her head against his chest, the subtle vibrations reminded her that of a cat purring. Soft, calming, and warm. Despite the scaly texture, just to hear his voice and feel his arms wrapped around her, the teen felt at least a little safer. How long has it been since she was embraced by someone else? At this moment, she didn't care. The world outside was hostile and she was merely a target for a pack of dangerous hunters. Feeling the grasp of two large limbs picking her up, she struggled just slightly before relaxing. Giving a soft rub to the hide, Kris thought about how large and muscular her savior's body was; the sheer power it held, yet, unlike last time, it felt more welcoming.
As the rough feeling of the tarps touched her back, she gripped onto Waylon, much like a child hangs onto their parent, not wanting to be let go. Getting a slightly better look at him, he seemed a bit different, a bit more.... clothed. The large cape looked good on him, much like a mysterious stranger in an anime. Few clothes to not hinder movement, but enough to leave mystery and curiosity. As her eyes looked him over, they paused for just a moment on the two glowing orbs... until a subtle glimmer drew her attention. The rhinestones and gems were a bit out of place and clashed heavily against dark brooding attire. The child-like accessory was enough to warrant a half smile from the blue-haired girl.
Looking down at her ankle, she pulled off her shoe to reveal the swelling around the joint. A light touch made her wince and take a sharp inhale. An injury she was all too familiar with throughout her career. In a hushed voice, acknowledging his earlier command, she replied, "I sprained my right ankle. I need to get a brace for it." Poking around her body to make sure there were no other major injuries, she inhaled once more when touching her left temple. A decent sized goose end formed from being dropped. Could this be what's causing her powers to act up? A concussion? No, that wouldn't make any sense, she's experience those before and it caused no more than a slight waver in her capabilities. Which means.... "It's possible. I ran into something similar a long time ago. But, it only interfered with my powers for a little bit.... I don't remember it making me faint though... or draining so much energy."
Straining her neck, Kris tried to see what her large friend was carving into the leather, but thanks to the poor lighting and awkward angle, it would be impossible unless she get closer.... which would require standing on her ankle and possibly getting a scolding. So, she stayed laying down even though her mind was nagging to know what he was doing. To help distract her thoughts, the girl pulled out her phone and pressed the power button. Immediately, a blinding light struck her face. Dimming the screen as fast as she could, it soon revealed that down in the sewers, no signal of any variety was detected. Figuring as much, the idol reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of headphone and popped one of the buds into her ear, allowing the other to just dangle. Pressing play on her music, the speaker couldn't have been ripped out fast enough. The music was clearly audible even from a short distance. Often times, Kris would use the music to help focus her powers by using them to dim or amplify the music as needed. Without her abilities, the music was too loud for her.
Giving a soft sigh, Kris looked down, and pondered for a moment before finally speaking up. "Waylon? Do you... do you think I'll ever be safe now? Everybody knows about my power. When I was on that stage, I saw everybody's face.... They looked at me like I wasn't human, like I was some sort of...." Her voice trailed off before she could finish the thought. Her eyes remained locked on the tarp covering her legs and waist, too nervous to look up at her friend. Clenching her fists tight, balling part of the blanket up in her hands, a few tear drops fell onto the back of her palms. A soft sniffle as she tried to hold back the waterworks. What else was she suppose to do? She spent so much of her life with the unique abilities. Losing them felt as if she part of herself forcefully ripped away, leaving an empty hole.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2018 2:58:45 GMT
"Monster?"
If he had a reaction to anything else she had said or done, it had been hidden by the silence and the darkness. This however, provoked a reaction from him. He spoke through a clenched jaw, his glowing red eyes almost disappearing with how narrow they had become. She may have been crying, but he didn't seem to offer her any sympathy as the disapproving tone continued.
"Don't gimme that crap." he almost spat at her, the rumbling of his voice more like a primal growl now it contained a level of anger.
"Change your stupid hair, wear some proper clothes; world won't even frickin' notice you." he may have sounded a bit harsh, but it was clear from the content that his irritation came from more than just an outdated view on how the girl in front of him should act and dress.
"You got all the advantages in the world. Even without them powers, you'll live. You'll be safe." Again there was the sound of leather stretching as he closed his hands tightly into fists, claws scratching against hide in the dark.
"The people who love you won't rat you out."
His jaw clenched.
"People on the street won't look at you twice."
Each breath caused another infuriated rumble.
"Powers or not. You'll be damn fine."
His breathing was a little faster now, his pupils so thin they'd practically vanished into the red sclera of his eyes. It wasn't quite as bad as the last time she'd seen him lose himself, but it was clear from the signs that he had been made very angry by her suggestion.
So what if she'd lost her powers? Ultimately that would be better for her. There was no reason to hunt her then, to lock her up, to experiment on her.
He punched himself hard in the head, a loud smack the only indication to the girl that he had done so besides the sudden closing of his eyes. He refused to think about it; those images he had pushed to the back of his mind. Those chains and spark of electricity may have been the fate in store for her before, but not now. Right?
She was lucky that things were so simple.
After a long, stuttering breath during which the red glowing orbs weren't visible, they appeared again though this time seemingly much calmer. He spoke with a more hushed tone after this attempt to calm himself, but it was clear he was still dealing with his volatile state.
"Maybe you should hope they're gone for good." he said with contained anger; reflecting his inner wishes.
"Then you can live a normal life."
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Anime Girl with Attitude
Drop The Bass, Throw The Switch
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 14, 2018 4:00:44 GMT
After hearing him speak that one word, she opened her mouth to correct him, but closed it after realizing it wouldn't have done much good. Freak, monster, they are both essentially the same thing and advising him would only drive a wedge deeper into the situation. But he was correct, for her to become someone or something else would be far easier than most other people. Her blue hair and unusual fashion sense has become an icon, almost as important part of Gensokyo Girl as the music itself. Yet, still, doing so would go against what she stood for. How could she be the symbol of freedom and individuality if she conformed to the common crowd. Despite this simple suggestion, she couldn't focus on it. Her attention was elsewhere; Waylon's voice, she didn't need powers to sense the anger in it, clearly due to her selfish thoughts. The tears stopped as his words struck at her like knives. She didn't deserve to cry for herself, she didn't deserve to feel sad. Here she was, a celebrity that was so far above everyone else that she thought she could see the whole world, when in reality, the clouds obscured the truth below. There were people far worse off than she was, far more unfortunate, and here she was, having a pity party.
Looking up to see his face, Kris immediately felt smaller than an ant after seeing the eyes burning a deep red from the internal rage. She's seen that glare before, yet this time, it was more controlled. He was fighting the beast inside for her sake, all because she wanted to complain about a simple issue. Snapping her head back down like a slave waiting for the punishment to continue, he finally said something that hit her harder than anything else. A good thing that her powers were gone and that they should stay gone? A mixture of emotions swelled inside. The truth from his words stung like a cherry red blade thrust into her chest and twisted with every breath. Sure, her life would be much simpler if it was a normal one, but if her life was normal, there's no way she could've reached the top, let alone had the opportunity to meet such amazing people.
Under her breath, she responded, "you're wrong...." then, like a chihuahua standing up to a bulldog, her voice cracked, "YOU'RE WRONG!" a deep breath, knowing that she has now crossed into dangerous waters. "Sure, my life would be simpler without my powers, but... without them, I never would've met you, I never would've gone on so many adventures. Yeah, I wouldn't be hunted, but I also wouldn't have met so many amazing people! Yes, my powers have caused me a lot of trouble, but, to think of them like a curse? They are a part of me. A part that I cherish and love because they bring me so much joy!"
Looking up at the lizard man once more, Kris's lip quivers from the swirling thoughts and feelings before locking onto the red orbs before her, she frowns and gives a simple nod. While she did enjoy what life she had, with the way things are now, she would be better off to not have powers, right? Even if that meant going from Gensokyo Girl to being just plain Kris Johnson. Opening her mouth to say something, it mouthed two words before she repeated them, this time, her voice wavered from sorrow and guilt, "I'm sorry..... you're right." Perhaps things can be simpler now. She won't be hunted anymore now that she doesn't have her powers, right? After all, they must've known that it would've neutralized them.
Hunching over and scooting a bit closer to the wall, she partially wished to disappear and wake up from this horrible nightmare. Pinching her arm a bit, she prayed that she would soon wake up on the couch in the dressing room, having accidentally overslept or even possibly slipped on something to knock her out. But despite pinching to the point that her nails cut into her skin and a trickle of blood started to run down her arm, the nightmare continued. She was still down in the sewers and still without her powers and now the one person she was able to turn to is mad at her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2018 4:41:31 GMT
For what must have seemed like an age, Waylon said nothing at all. His eyes disappeared from his dark corner and his thoughts turned inward again. He wasn't sure how he felt about what she had said. About how she felt. He only knew one thing for certain.
He wished he felt like that
Finally, there was a long, deep, rumbling sigh from the black.
Then a pair of eyes.
And a laugh.
"Y'know," he started, the anger gone from his voice now and replaced with mild exasperation. "I think I hate you, kid."
There was more dry laughter, bursts of air expelled from his nose as his eyes looked down and shook from side to side. There was no maliciousness in his words at all. If anything, Waylon sounded... tired.
"Ain't bad lookin'. Got confidence in who ya are. Got everythin' you want on a silver platter." he counted down the aspects of her person in reverse order to how much they irritated him. "And you got a power you love? One that's invisible? That lets you follow your dreams?"
His head emerged into the light. Now the mask was gone and revealed to her was the forced smile on the face of the monster from the shadows. His eyes went from deep red to amber and they sparkled with their slight coating of water.
"Yeah... I really frickin' hate you."
In the moments before he returned to the darkness his fake smile wavered. The face enveloped by the shadows was one etched with years of sadness, one that lacked the smallest line of hope. A hard sniff left the corner moments later, and something moved across his eyes.
"You ain't gotta be sorry for lovin' yourself." he said sternly, his now red-again eyes containing a deep seriousness. "Thinkin' you're all that is like, your only good quality."
The joke at her expense was clearly meant to lighten the mood a little after his little confession. But it didn't end there. There was something else that needed to be made clear to her.
"I mean, what kinda girl wears animal underwear at your age?"
He had been watching her.
"What are you. Twelve?"
The whole time.
"Seems to me like the little miss needs to stop crying."
His being there was no accident.
"And grow up."
And neither was this.
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Anime Girl with Attitude
Drop The Bass, Throw The Switch
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 14, 2018 6:09:18 GMT
The silence was agonizing to her. Did she finally go to far with what she said? Was this her punishment, the silent treatment? As the grumbling sigh exited the man's lungs, she looked up to see the eyes just before he started to laugh. It was an odd laugh but still, the very sound allowed her to relax, if but a little. But what he said hit her, he hated her? Even if it wasn't true, the word still bit at her. Was he really envious? Kris met people over the years that were jealous of her fame and fortune, but not envious of the person outside of Gensokyo Girl. He was right though, she did have most of everything she wanted on a silver platter, that, she wouldn't deny. She was living inside the box for so long, she almost forgotten what it was like to not be served on every beck and call. "Thank you, Waylon." She said in a calmed voice, having, once again, regained her composure a bit.
Seeing his face offered a bit of relief, almost like finally meeting a long distance friend, yet the smile.... She could tell it wasn't real. She's had to fake a smile so many times, she lost count, so spotting one that was forced was easy. Even as he backed into the corner and the grin faded, she held a simple smirk on her cheeks. "Y'know, I'm kinda jealous of you. You don't have to impress a crowd on a daily basis. You can act however you want. Plus, you look like an awesome superhero or anime character. To me, you are a superhero. I mean, look at how many times you've saved me... I can't even save a bag of gummy worms...." The attempt to make her stop crying worked. For at least a moment, she forgot where she was and what happened, but the second he hid into the shadows, the reality returned, but her grin remained. That is, until the mention of her unmentionables. Her cheeks turned bright red from the reminder of the restaurant incident and that she was really glad she didn't go commando that one day. "H-hey! For your information, I don't wear them just because they have animals on them! They are very comfortable and... it was breezy that day so I had to wear something underneath. And I'm 18, thank you very much." Folding her arms, she gave a pouty face towards the shadows, as if that would help her case.
Something did strike her after a moment. There's no television down here and she doesn't see him being one to talk to strangers very often. She also recalls feeling heavy footsteps near the diner that day. At the time, she didn't think much of it, but then, it dawned on her. "You could've at least said hello.... I mean.... well, knock on the walls or something, you know I'd sense it."
Standing up to give her behemoth of a friend a hug, she let out a whimper and dropped back to her knees, reminded once more of her ankle. Giving it a rub, she pushed aside the idea of standing and instead went with a more childish approach. Raising her arms a little above shoulder-height, she squeezed her hands in a similar fashion that a toddler would when they want to be held. "If you want, you can move in to my house. I have plenty of room, food to spare, and, like you said, everything I wanted.... Well... mostly everything.... Besides, if I'm going to be without powers, I'll need someone strong and sensible to help protect me." Doing her best to turn on her charm with the last sentence, she even tried to give the puppy dog eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 0:17:04 GMT
Trapped in a warehouse with a known, literally cold-blooded killer, and she wanted him to spend more time with her? Whatever had knocked her out had seriously messed with her brain. Not only that, she was in no position to offer him anything. Far as he knew, her whole world had just been ripped away from her. There was no way on earth her properties hadn't been seized or at least had men watching them right now.
The last thing on earth this girl needed, was to try and be altruistic.
"Lemme make one thin' perfectly clear to you little girl. " he said patronisingly, purposefully biting back at her attempts to get closer to him in both gesture and language.
"We ain't friends."
He let her take in what he had said, his eyes almost glaring at her with all the seriousness of a father scolding their child.
"You know nothin' about me." he said with an empty laugh, the beginning of his tirade he wouldn't allow her to interrupt.
"I know more about 'Pleasin' a crowd' than you think." he continued, but the anger in his voice betrayed that he had a much different opinion on how enjoyable that activity was. "You love that sh*t as much as a warm place to crap. So don't try and lie to me to make me feel better."
A clawed hand appeared from the darkness and held up in front of her, indicating that he both knew that she would want to object to his insinuation, and that he didn't want to hear it.
"And I ain't a frickin' superhero." he growled, his red orbs rolling in the dark. "I don't got powers, I got a hideous deformity. And we both know that since comin' here I've killed more people than I've saved. You saved the people in that restaurant, I frickin' trashed one."
He was getting riled up again and he knew it. The sound of him smacking his hand against his head rang out again as he reminded himself not to lose it completely. After a deep sigh, he tried to talk about the crux of the matter with a little more restraint than the sentences before. His success in this was marginal at best.
"And even if that weren't the case little girl." he repeated the patronising line again, a distancing tactic employed to tilt her attitude against him. "You ain't in a place to offer me anythin'. You're on the run remember?"
There was a rustling sound as his eyes disappeared briefly, his head shaking in the dark.
"'Bout all you got right now is your body."
His voice was purposefully made to sound as sinister as in-humanly possible, his eyes wandering down her body and back up again. It was his attempt to put the last nail into the coffin he'd built for her positive attitude toward him.
"And I suggest you don't go givin' that up right now."
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 18, 2018 23:44:43 GMT
When he spoke those words, the girl's eyes went wide as her face went pale. They weren't friends? Sure she could understand not best friends or close friends, but no friends at all? The news dug into her like a knife and twisted with each word he spoke afterwards. Was she really that much of a burden on him? Perhaps she did ask for too much or was too trusting. As his lecture continued, her shoulders started to hunch further and further down. And what was with this "little girl"? She was a legal adult, for some reason, when he said it, that simple phrase only burned into her wounds even more. If it was a stranger or someone she didn't care about, the words would've simply bounced off. Just as Kris was about to retort, a hand went up to show the lizard man wasn't done with his rant. While she obeyed, the simple action angered her.
What was this about him not being a super hero? yes, he killed a lot of people, but he still saved her. Surely there were other people he helped, right? She's seen multiple animes and mangas where the hero of the story killed a bunch of others, yet they were still seen as a good guy. Was this really much different? To her, it was a similar concept. However, it was then, the final part of the "conversation" that struck her deep. She saw his eyes look her over, she could feel him gazing at her. The only thing she had was her body? A chill went down her spine as she brought her legs a bit closer so that her knees would overlap a bit, as if protecting something. People creeped on her before, but this feeling was knew. She almost felt violated by his glare.
After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke up, her voice cracked slightly due to her swallow the pain of his words. "If you don't see us as friends.... fine, but I always did. Yeah, I don't know much about you, but it's not from a lack of trying! If you really hated me that much, than why did you follow me around? Huh? If I'm that much trouble and that useless, then why even bother helping me in the first place? I always stood up for you and I always tried to see the good in you, even after what you did! Sure, I enjoy the celebrity life, but that doesn't mean there are times I wish I could live outside the lime light! If I'm such a problem for you, I'll leave! Baka!" Grabbing one of the rough-spin tarps, she tore a piece off and wrapped it around her ankle, tying it firm to the joint. The pressure put onto the swelling limb caused her to let out a whimper and bite her lower lip. Slipping her shoe back on, she attempted to stand. Taking a half hobble, half stumble, the idol was able to regain her balance and keep upright. Walking out of the sewers won't be easy, but at least now, she'll be able to limp out.
Making her way towards the exit, she spat out, "I'll get you a new blanket."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 3:31:04 GMT
A leathery nose wrinkled imperceptibly in the dark. His plan had worked; she was angry, she was biting back, but that didn't mean that he was at all happy with the circumstances. It was painful to know that he was so good at pushing people away that it only took a few words for her to walk away from him, even if that meant she would now focus on herself instead.
The right path was rarely an easy one to walk.
Speaking of walking, Kris seemed to be having some trouble. Her sprained ankle made her attempt at storming off a lot less impactful than she probably intended. She needed to lie down, to recover at least for a little while before going... wherever it was she thought that she could go. Why did he even care where she went? They'd find out she was powerless now and let her go if she was caught... right?
He sighed deeply.
It was extremely easy for him to move into the path of the much smaller girl, blocking her exit from their secluded corner of crates with his gargantuan body. If she wanted to leave, she would have to climb out. And she wouldn't be doing that in a hurry either.
"You ain't goin' nowhere." he said with a deep growl, undercut somewhat by the pink stones lining his face mask but no less threatening in tone or eye contact.
"You can't walk on that" he pointed out to her, then began to walk forward so that she had no choice but to be backed into her corner to get away from him or physically pushed there by a rack of scaled abdominals.
"You needa rest up and make a plan first. You don't know-"
He stopped mid-sentence. His head turned sharply to a forty-five-degree angle and he subconsciously grabbed the girl's entire head with his hand so that his palm prevented her from talking. The action was so blindingly fast it was if a live crocodile has snapped its jaws shut on her skull, the instinctual aspect of the action meaning that it was unfortunately not that gentle, his claws raking slightly at the back of her head.
" Do you hear that?" he asked, but didn't look at her, his whole body tensing to listen to a noise that Kris couldn't hear. He clearly hadn't realised at this point his natural reaction to silence her.
"Is that..."
He finally let go of her as a natural part of turning his body away from her completely, his tail trashing the crate next to him, an unfortunate disadvantage to his lumbering form. He could hear the sounds of heavy metal, he could smell that acrid odour of electricity cables. Something was approaching their location that was on a different level than the guards he had run into before; and now thanks to his clumsiest appendage, it would likely know where they were as well.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 3:51:39 GMT
“Eaten alive… It’s one of those things you hear about in nature all the time, you know? Hyenas take down their prey and then start ripping its guts out before it finally dies. If I had to choose between that and being swallowed whole again, I’d probably take the hyenas.” Mike leaned back in his seat and stared at the rickety ceiling fan that spun overhead, the rhythmic sway giving him something to focus on as he spoke to the doctor. Much like before, she typed away at her computer, recording his every thought. The last time he was in this office, he made a scene to explain his side of things. She listened, but the superiors still demanded something from her. She was given a strict warning not to close the laptop again like she did during their last meeting. While he didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of having his thoughts documented, he respected the woman too much to let his pride get her terminated, “Could you explain your thought process, Alex?” “Meaning?” “Why would you take the hyenas?” “Oh, yeah…” He paused, shifting uncomfortably as the repressed memories spilled through the cracks in his mental dam, “You ever see those documentaries where a big ass fish just opens its mouth and BOOM! Slurps up a small fry? Once you’re trapped inside, there’s no escaping. You’re just… Stuck. You can thrash, you can scream, you can pray. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t get out. If something was trying to bite at just your legs or your arm, you still have a chance. It’s a damn small chance, but if you go down it’s because they outlasted you.” “I see… But, what was it like for you?” “Doc, no-“ “Alex… You need to let these feelings out. You can’t fight these demons alone for your whole life. I’m here to help you, so please… Pass me some of that weight so I can hold it for you.” Suddenly, Mike could feel the air around him beginning to thicken, making every breath he took a struggle. The soft linen of his chair gave way to wet pulsating tendrils that undulated around his body, sucking him deeper into the pit. The fumes of digestive enzymes stung at his eyes and nostrils, sending him into a fit of coughs and sputters. He thrashed, he screamed, he fought, he stabbed, but nothing worked. Every movement he made caused the walls of flesh around him to clamp down, locking him in place. He could feel his body beginning to grow lighter as the outer layer of his armor began to erode and crumble as the enzymes began to work, eating their way through the metal. The reaction burned, but he knew better than to scream while the caustic liquid created a toxic vapor. If he took another breath, the mucous membranes would be destroyed and he’d be liquified from the inside. Soon after the outer layer was destroyed, he felt an ungodly burning sensation in his extremities as the skin on his arms and legs began to dissolve. Again, he clenched his teeth despite the agony and held his breath. He couldn’t scream. He could feel every nerve burn and bubble. He couldn’t scream. He could feel the muscle tear and twist. He couldn’t scream. He could hear his flesh melt and sizzle. He couldn’t scream. As the enzymes continued to work on him, his survival instinct kicked into overdrive. One final attempt to save himself. He opened his right eye, and for a split second, saw the reason why he couldn’t wriggle with the same ferocity he had in the beginning. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I'm glad you didn't waste any time in making your appearance after being called, Sergeant. I know that you have a personal relationship with this particular problem, but I'm sure you won't let feelings compromise your stunning professional record. I'd hate to see you lose rank, or worse, lose your enhancements over something so frivolous." Mike could feel his jaw clench as the officer spoke, his hands clasped behind his back in parade rest. A sign of respect. A sign of submission, "You don't need to remind me of the stakes here, Sir. I'm fully aware. I've served as a member of P.H.O.B.I.A. for several years, and my track record reflects my commitment to the mission." He paused, opting to choose his words carefully rather than let his barbed tongue fly freely, "My primary goal has always been to capture; and according to the dossiers, lethal force has always been my last resort. The only time it wasn't was with the Neo chi-" "Not another word, Marine!" His superior snapped, cutting the explanation short, "I don't care what your dossier says. You were given a direct order, and you refused. You should have been court martialed and stripped of every accolade, enhancement, and honor you currently cling to. It's only by the grace of your benevolent Mistress that you weren't scrapped. She's the only thing standing between you and the people who want to see you vanish into obscurity like the others who refuse to do as they're told. If it were up to me-" "With all due respect, Sir..." It was Mike's turn to interject, "I don't give a f*ck about what would happen if it were up to you. The fact is, I only answer to the top of my chain of command, and that isn't you. The only reason I'm standing here right now is because she requested that I act civil in order to protect your extremely fragile ego while you're acting commander. All it takes on my end is to send a quick text, and you'd be back at Quantico with the rest of the boots walking around with puffed out chests while they pretend to be top dog. You may have the rank, but I'm more Marine than you could ever hope to be. That's why I carry out the tough jobs." His hands fell to his sides, "That's why I call the shots in the field." He took a step forward, placing himself nose to nose with his nominal superior, "And that's why I..." He paused for emphasis, "Do whatever the hell I want. You may have been able to flip my switch before and wrestle control from me, but that'll never happen again. Because if it does, I won't hesitate to let Hellhound know what you forced me to do. If you think I'm dangerous, you should see what kind of hell she can raise in garrison given the right circumstances." Before the officer could offer a rebuttal, Mike spun on his heels and made his exit. He was given his mission, and he'd carry it out his way. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The last known position of his team was marked in the labyrinth of sewage tunnels located beneath the city. He may have been told to wait for their signal before making his grand entrance, but they should have returned. Growing impatient, Mike tore through the manhole cover and tossed what remained aside before leaping feet first into the abyss. Drainage from the streets above splattered all about as he landed with a deafening thud that echoed throughout. No sign of the extraction team, "Project last known location of Bravo Team." His helmet's H.U.D. flashed a bright blue before navigation locked on to their distress call. They were in trouble, and he was none the wiser while he stood by on the surface. Despite the advanced nature of his enhancements, they still had their limitations. Even the best tech had issues, and his was no different. Mike proceeded cautiously through the pitch black corridors, pieing every corner and taking full advantage of the darkness while optics surveyed the area. It wasn't long before he found Bravo, and they weren't in the best condition. Two man lay face up in puddles of filth, their helmeiat, "Jesus... Looks like someone f*cked you up..." There was a low groan in the distance followed by what sounded like someone writhing in the muck pooling beneath his feet. Mike was worried that he'd have to knock on someone's door with a folded flag and a shoulder to cry on. Without a moment's hesitation, Mike approached the noise's source and dropped to a knee, "Try not to writhe like that, kid. You've got some broken ribs... If you keep wriggling, you'l end up puncturing a lung." He placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and began downloading the footage of his helmet cam. He would have done the same with the other two, but their cameras were destroyed by whoever bashed them together. For a while, it showed the usual banter of men who weren't too happy about their assignments, and it seemed the mission was a success. Suddenly, there were screams of panic; shots rang out, men barked orders to each other and tried their best to fend off whatever made an appearance. But it was to no avail. Their ammo seemed to be ineffective, and they were rather soundly kicked into the sorry state Mike found them in. Judging by the sheer size, and apparent strength, of their mysterious assailant, the men were lucky to come out alive. If it wanted them dead, they'd be smeared against the walls, "Don't worry. I've already sent out another emergency beacon, and the medevac is inbound. I'll take it from here." "G-give 'em hell, Malefic Mike..." The young man wheezed, "You know me."____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Moments after resurfacing, Mike's enhanced audio picked up on a pair of voices nearby. One of them was the unmistakable squeaking of his rather diminutive, yet dangerous mark. Despite how hard he strained himself to recognize the almost bestial nature of the other, nothing popped up. While stealth would have been the most ideal option, there was a striking silence as he approached; followed by crunch of wood being splintered by something very, very large. The jig was up. In that case, all bets were off. As if announcing his presence to the world, Mike tore his way through the door separating him from the duo. "So you're the freak who put my boys in the hospital..." Mike's voice was enhanced by the microphone in his helmet. There was no way the reptilian monster standing between him and his target could misunderstand. He wasn't there to talk, " You know what they say..." Mike drew a small orb from a pouch around his waist and rolled it towards his new 'friend,' "An eye for an eye." There was a quick flash followed by a deafening snap that cut through the air as Mike's flashbang went off, and Mike quickly went on the offensive. Bullets weren't going to work, the video already confirmed that. Charging through the smoke with a roar, Mike cocked his right fist back and threw a savage right jab, aiming for what looked like the monster's nose. Not wanting to wait and see what would happen next, he chained in a left cross, followed by moving to lock his fingers behind the creature's neck. If successful, he would drive his right knee upwards with all is might, and drive it right into the giant's solar plexus. A combination of this ferocity would kill an unarmored man, but Mike had a feeling it would take much more than his little feeling out process to do any lasting damage. If anything, it was foreplay. @croc Gensokyo Girl
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 21, 2018 20:24:06 GMT
As she attempted to limp away, the massive lizard-man moved to block her path, which, after everything he just said, made her heart skip a beat. Despite her trying to get away, Kris was forced back to makeshift bed by his scaly body causing her to fall back on her rear after her foot was caught under the blankets. Out of instinct to defend herself, she crossed her legs slightly and covered her chest as if to protect her body from assault. Yet, when he spoke about needing to rest and heal her leg, the expression on the girl's face went from frightful to angry. "Oh, NOW you care about my well-being? Funny how you were insulting me only a few seco-" Her rant was interrupted by a forceful grab of her face. The power and speed of the claw slamming into her head caused her to let out a muffled cry of pain as the hit dazed her slightly. Scratching at his palm, the idol was desperate to get away as breathing became impossible and the back of her head started bleeding a little from the nails digging into her skin. Screaming from behind the leathery muzzle, she tried to get away in order to fill her lungs with air. "Is this how I die? By the hand of a someone I thought was my friend?" was the only thought to run through her mind before the fist was lifted away and she took in a deep breath.
Just as she was about to yell at him for his attack, a familiar voice called out. It was one that she used to enjoy but was now afraid to hear. Mike. Seeing the small canister right before the explosion, normally she'd be able to nullify the sound of it and "see" with the vibrations, but without her powers, the blast hit her full force as her ears started ringing and her vision was temporarily blind. Unable to make heads or tails of the situation, Kris let out a scream as she was able to hear the impact of metal on hide underneath the pinging in her head. Rubbing her eyes, she was able to see the situation, although slightly blurry. Getting up on her legs, she faced the men. Part of her wished that the soldier was here to rescue her, but in reality, the teen knew the real reason he showed up. He was tasked with hunting her down after she was exposed. The memory still floated in her mind after he told her what would happen if she was discovered. But, perhaps... maybe, just maybe, he knew about the situation she was in? After all, she did tell him where she was held captive all those months ago. Only one way to find out. "Knock it off!" She yelled at the two. Drawing her hands back, level with her shoulders, she swung them forward, crashing the palms together. Instead of a shockwave or a concussion blast, only a loud clap was produced, reminding her that powers were still not working.
Half running, half limping, Gensokyo Girl did her best to throw herself between the two in an attempt to stop the quarrel. As much as she hated seeing both of them right now, they were still her friends and she hated seeing friends fight. If she could only get them to stop fighting, then perhaps words would be able to settle the situation. Despite being powerless, injured, and a great deal smaller than the two walls of muscle and might, that didn't stop her from at least attempting to halt the brawl... even if it meant her getting injured even more by those she cared about.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 2:10:43 GMT
There was no way their assailant could have hidden the heavy footsteps of their suit, that sound of metal as much an announcement that Mike had arrived as a fanfare at a parade to someone with Waylon's enhanced hearing. Therefore, when the door burst open and the insults began, he wasn't in the least bit surprised.
Reptilian eyes followed the rolling object and his immediate thought was that it was some kind of grenade. With surprising agility, Waylon span on the spot and allowed his tail to bat the ball back toward its sender, positioning himself so that the shrapnel would be soaked up by his scaled exterior instead of being a threat to the blue-haired girl that was behind him.
Instead of hot lead however, what arrived instead was a bright flash, luckily avoided by his new facing, and an unbelievably loud explosion noise; made far, far worse by the very enhanced sense that had been his ally moments before.
It was unlike anything he'd ever heard before, a heavy ringing in his ears that made the world beyond sound like he was trapped at the bottom of a well, but that also had the side effect of messing with his inner ear, rendering him incredibly dizzy and nauseas all at once.
Holding both massive hands to his head in pain, he turned back to his assailant in time to receive a heavy metallic blow to the face, his head forced to the side and back again by the follow up. His thick neck seemed to absorb most of the impact from the hits, but the blow to his solar plexus pushed the effect of the flashbang over the edge causing him to unleash an unwitting attack of his own.
The grip of his hands on the shoulders of the Malefic armour was as sudden as a mousetrap snapping shut, the strength and sharpness of his claws pressing down into even this spectacularly crafted armour, but the action wasn't the malicious response that Mike may have expected. It was instead simply a manner of keeping himself standing straight-
While Waylon vomited over his helmet.
Thick and extremely acidic bile mixed with half-digested fish guts and liquified bone cascaded over the man's mask, the nausea from his attacks too much for the behemoth before him to handle. A few choked, enormous globules splattered over the suit before angry amber eyes turned to the metallic menace and Waylon pushed him back with excessive force.
As he was about to take a step forward, Kris attempted to insert herself into the fight. He couldn't hear her at all, his ears were still ringing from the blast and didn't look as though it would be a quickly resolved issue.
"Back off" he said sternly, though it was unclear if she would be able to understand him either, but he didn't give her a choice by rather roughly pushing her back into her corner with the flat of his forearm. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was obvious to him that she would find herself in grave trouble I she got herself involved. A stumble and fall would hopefully teach her to stay down.
And out of his way.
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