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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2018 16:34:32 GMT
Timeline: After Little Molly fell down the hole Previous Threads: Little Molly fell down the hole Characters Involved:@croc , @motherspider Location: New York City sewers 
How had it come to this?
A searing pain engulfing his body like a sea of fire, but he felt so very, very cold. Red ooze mixed with toxic water to form something even fouler.
He couldn't feel his legs. The one arm he still had control of searched; but found nothing.
He could barely see through the slowly encroaching dark. Barely hear the muffled voices of his friends.
He tried to speak but it came out as naught but gurgles from his throat.
And the last thing he saw was a pair of blood red eyes.
Howls of pain; but louder still the wails of anger echoed through the tunnels amidst the shaking of the earth. Near to the carnage, strings of dust fell from the ceiling in the aftermath of heavy impacts. In the absence of explosions, whatever was fighting was harnessing a terrifying amount of strength.
A towering behemoth, green scales tainted red, stood amongst a sea of unidentifiable bodies. Remains punched so hard into the wall that it had given way and what was left behind had become part of the brick and mortar.
Guns and Armour; the likes of which unseen by the populace at large, lay in pieces strewn about the sewer tunnel. The only evidence of their use the scorched black patches on brick and scale.
The beast was out of danger, but it didn't seem to notice. The slightest sound was enough to provoke reaction, a wild swing of claw devastating the walls on account of a piece of metal rolling over.
Overcome by pain and raw, unencumbered anger. All it could see was red.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2018 3:41:06 GMT
"Where are you going, my little tin soldiers?" Elisabete was spinning her web in a sewer tunnel. Some of her eyes kept looking to her left. A dozen black links were pointing in her way. Threads of hate and death. The people on the other side wanted to see her gone. Her and other neos. "Mother spider has a little surprise waiting for you." The villain gave a cackling chuckle. Her second left thumb gave the thread a little push. It pulsated, the half-light only reflecting every couple of meters against the near-invisible secretions.
The neo admired her deadly creation for a couple of moments. Then, she retreated into the shadows, grabbing the fist-full of telepathic threads linking her to her would-be killers. "And now.. we wait." Elisabete focused on her links. She kept touching them, trying to get a feel for the people on the other side. The hate was real. There was hurt as well. And duty. And suddenly, nothing. Elisabete blinked with all five eyes. The link had disappeared, vanished. A second one followed. "Who?" A victim was fighting back. Mother Spider was impressed. She thought most of the neos hiding in the underground had lost the will to resist.
One by one, the threads dropped. Elisabete realized she had to move. At the rate the soldiers were dying, she would not have any threads to follow. And she was keen to meet the brave neo murdering them. "Maybe... we can come to an agreement." A purple tongue wet her lips.
A few minutes later and the last link vanished. Elisabete sighed. She was close. It wasn't a big deal. But she would have liked to harvest some of those emotions. Maybe she could convince the other neo to keep their enemies alive a little longer. "Forget about that. Time for the introductions. Time for some spider-charm." And with that, the purple neo entered the tunnel. She instantly registered the link of attention aimed squarely at her. She also noticed a lot of angry red links. For now, none of them were pointed at her. "Hello my dear, who have we here?" She rolled her r's in an almost lyrical fashion.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2018 18:01:57 GMT
It was unfortunate really. In another universe things wouldn't have had to turn out this way. They could have sat and had a nice conversation about the difficulties of looking the way they did. Perhaps they might even have had the capacity to be unlikely friends.
But not here. Not now.
The behemoths reaction was immediate; a pair of blood red eyes with narrow pupils reacting to the sound of her speech with unbridled aggression. Right now, everything was a threat. Everything was trying to hurt him, trying to kill the beast that haunted the sewers. There wasn't room for talking, no time for polite discourse or calm. Until everything that moved was dead, he couldn't feel safe.
In the same movement that his body turned to look at her, his right arm tore into the wall beside him and removed a chunk of brickwork, a makeshift projectile to be thrown at her with enough force to crush a man.
Behind the projectile he then followed up with a sprint that was unfathomably fast given his size, arms out with claws at the ready and head down preparing to strike/ As he passed between spotlights of overhead lighting, his eyes changed colours but remained intensely angry and blood trailed from jagged teeth.
Waylon wasn't here right now. Conversation was impossible.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2018 4:00:02 GMT
As soon as the other neo noticed Elisabete, a neon-red thread flashed into appearance between them. "What?" Mother Spider reacted by instantly deploying a web in front of her. Her hands barely had time to drop before bricks flew straight into the sticky surface. It stretched and then ripped, but gave enough time for Mother Spider to duck down. As she did so, two hands had already bundled up the link between her and the berserker neo. Then, cupping it right in front of her mouth, the spider sucked at the emotion. The color drained from the link, creating a thick crimson liquid accumulating in Mother Spider's mouth. The pool of anger kept growing, until Mother spider needed to breathe again. A quick hand motion from her back hands, and two vials showed up, ready to receive the berserker's rage. "Anger isn't the rarest, but a true, pure emotion is always a nice prize."
Elisabete now turned back to the other monster. Her earlier urgency clamed down. She had removed the anger, but wasn't sure which other emotion would fill the void. Or if whatever triggered the rage would re-appear in a couple of moments. She studied the other neo. "A... crocodile man." So another zoomorph, like her. Someone who couldn't easily pass as human. Someone who wasn't considered a person. "How are you feeling?" Her voice returned with some more jazz. She was eager to strike a good note with the man. He seemed useful . The spider walked over one of the dead soldiers. One hand casually grabbed his bag, webbing it to her back for later inspection. "You did some nice work. Is the rage gone?" She would be eventually be able to tell if it bubbled underneath. But given the reaction speed she had needed earlier, Elisabete was keen to get advanced warning this time around.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 5:16:31 GMT
To the beast that was driven by nothing but pure rage, to have it drawn away was like pulling a veil away from his eyes.
The tunnel vision was gone. His rapid movements and pounding on concrete decayed slowly until a few stumbling steps were all that remained. He stopped about a metre from the target of his anger with a strange perplexed look on his face.
For a while he wasn't himself. Something dark inside him was screaming out, he could feel it. Something with the power to destroy an entire city. Something without a mind of its own that sought only destruction. It had a different name than him. A creature far greater than that of a crocodile.
And that other voice. The one he had felt that was so far away from him. That muted melancholy that had drowned him before now. The one that wanted to hide, the one that was lonely and kind. Everything he wasn't. Or at least, believed that he wasn't. That man had a human name. A family name. Something that he didn't need.
From his prison between mindless violence and suffocating sentiment, he could finally think clearly. She may have believed his anger gone, but all she'd done is strip away the rage that pushed him into the darkness. He could still feel that cauldron of primal anger inside him going strong. And a deep-seated bitterness.
His world was dark, but slowly coming into focus. He heard the words of the spider but in other people's voices. He heard an amused scientist deciding how best to examine his newest oddity. He heard the only 'Doc' that gave a damn in that strangely high-pitched voice of hers. But that last line. That last line he heard in a sinister tone. That mad hat-wearing lunatic that had experimented on his mind.
Even the spike in emotion probably wouldn't have been enough warning for his immediate reaction. A blinding speed likened to the jaws snapping shut on a crocodile, a speed faster than thought, had him lunging toward the woman in an attempt to grab her by the throat.
From confusion to anger. He was a powder keg with a thousand fuses ready to be lit.
But then the fog cleared. His grip on whatever he had thought to be Jervis Tetch relaxed, but not enough for it to not still be uncomfortable.
"Where am I?" he growled into the creature's face. This twisted visage of animal and person. A form even further gone than his.
Wait. He looked down at his body. Scales were tougher than he remembered, claws sharper. And he could feel his tail resting against the ground. The tickling of a thousand images conflicted in his mind and caused his head to throb with pain. Try as he might he couldn't remember anything about where he was before now or how he got here. Everything felt... wrong.
"Who are you?" he spat in her face, a mix of saliva and blood dripping between jagged teeth.
"This don't look like Gotham" he added, eyes darting at the tunnels surrounding them. He knew every inch of that sewer system like the back of his hand. The bricks were a different kind of stone. The smell was wrong. His eyes flicked back to focus on her again.
"Answers!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2018 2:37:46 GMT
Elisabete held her breath. The mammoth of a neo stopped right in front of her. The link between them lost some of its color. Oh. She had not drained the emotion she thought she had drained. I will have to keep that one safe. Pure, unbridled rage was a rare ingredient, much more valuable than anger. Though it did mean there was still plenty of anger left. Mother Spider moved cautiously, using a neutral, factual voice. "You are in New York. I am called Mother Spider." She wiped off the spit from her face. "Lovely." She was starting to not like this neo. The next couple of seconds did not help endear the crocodile-man to her.
"Gotham?" The spider-woman took in the linkscape around the other neo. "Your not from here." She clarified her observation. "This is not your world. You were transported here from wherever you came from." Mother Spider's interest spiked again. "Now your quite in luck. I happen to be an expert in helping transplants..." she paused for emphasis. "adapt to local conditions."
She kept a check on the man's links. "You see, I have many useful skills." She began poking at random links. This made them visible for a couple of seconds to the other man. She of course, was studying all of them while the two talked. Touching the links gave her more information. It also moved the memory attached to it to the person's foreground. "Such as finding people who are linked to you, whether friends or foes."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2018 9:51:35 GMT
New York? How the hell did he get here?! His face turned away and his brow furrowed with the same anger and confusion as he'd been showing up till now. This wasn't the first time he'd 'woken' up some place strange. After those assholes had messed with his mind, he found it so hard to maintain a clear mind.
And yet he felt a little different now. His mind didn't feel as foggy. He felt less... dumb than he did before. Like whatever had been smoothing the edges had gone and once more the trees of thought could grow the way they were meant to.
His anger turned its attention back to her when she began talking complete nonsense, his grip tightening again. His toothy maw clenched as she continued in what appeared to be her snivelling attempt to offer her services so that he didn't snap her in half.
"Not my world?" he asked, but the tone was rhetorical. "What kinda crap is that. This clearly ain't Mars."
Unfortunately, any clarity that Waylon had gained from meeting those from other universes, from experiencing the world above and find out Gotham didn't exist here, had been lost to whatever corner of his mind the calmer version of himself was locked up. Croc wasn't ready to believe what this creature was telling him. The presence of human bodies was enough for him to think this planet wasn't alien, not realising that this earth was a different one.
"I don't need your damn help" he said aggressively, the irony of needing to ask her questions lost on him. "I ain't got no friends, and everyone is my enemy."
With this, he pushed the spider away from him with all the force of a speeding Buick, putting distance between the two of them with a callousness that showed his bitter nature. He began to look around, his attention only half being paid to the creature he had thrown as he didn't find her the least bit threatening to him.
Unknowing to the fact that he did actually have friends out there, his train of thought ran through the possibilities of what he should do now. It wasn't as far from New York to Gotham as other cities, but it would still be one hell of a long walk. He'd have to knock over some place where he could stock up on food. Maybe beat someone into making them drive him there. He was too big to operate a vehicle, but he could ride in the back of a truck or something.
Eyes turned to Mother Spider that spoke to a history, and indeed a comfort, with violence.
"Nearest butcher." he growled. Clearly not giving the option of non-compliance.
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