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Friendly request, can you please not speedpost like that again? It puts me in an awkward spot if you two have an entire conversation and fight while I'm supposed to be responding.
You know, this all could have been avoided if there had just been a chance for me to post.
Kirsten didn't want to make an agreement with the old man to begin with.
Kirsten didn't want to make an agreement with the old man to begin with.
Darcs said
It's obviously gonna be the Loli, like this isn't even a contest
Pmed you!
"Night of the Living Dead"
Fairfield City Slums
It was at the cusp of midnight in Fairfield City, and a dark fog was spreading through the streets, blanketing the inner city in gloom. Death was in the air, and only the bravest dared to set foot outside of their homes. Those who had no homes to hide in cowered in corners, hiding from some unknowable feeling that something just wasn't quite right. There was but one man brave enough to step out onto the streets on that night, a scrounger by the name of Billy, but even his years in the military couldn't have prepared him for what he was about to experience.
He walks briskly along the sidewalk, driven forward by some unseen force until he eventually reached what would ordinarily be the busiest street in the city. The fog seems thickest here, so he had a hard time making out any details at all in the murky gloom, but there definitely seemed to be people. He should have felt relieved at the revelation, but some uneasy feeling was gnawing at the inside of his skull, screaming at him to run. A few of the figures shuffle about, parting the way for a small, unassuming shape to pass into sight. A young girl walks bare footed on the street, an innocent, playful look stretched across her face. Again, Billy wanted nothing more than to just pass her off as a homeless child and go along on his way, but he couldn't shake off that feeling...the feeling of dread that had been consuming him all night. Somehow, this girl seemed to be the source of it.
A few people shuffle by, seemingly oblivious to the two of them standing in the middle of the street. Billy was sweating furiously, despite the peculiar calmness of the situation. What was it...what was it that was scaring him so much! This girl...this little, harmless girl-
He stops breathing. It was only when he compared the girl's height to his own that he noticed, that the streetlights on either side of the road were doing little to pierce the dark of the fog. The....the shadow...the girl's shadow is...
A massive pool of darkness coats the ground at the girl's feet, in a situation where she couldn't possibly be casting a shadow. The moment this thought strikes him, as if on cue, a cold, dead hand grips him on the shoulder, roughly turning him around to face somebody behind him-
Oh.
The zombie leans forward and, with savage abandon...bites Billy in the throat.
"Wow! Your idea is working really well, Eric! I never would have thought of using them in this way!"
Kirsten, for of course it was her, glances backwards into the fog where her companion was standing. She was clearly quite happy, because Eric's brilliant idea had gathered her so~ many loyal followers! It was a simple matter to reanimate a body that died, but by creating them in such large numbers, she could create a huge number of followers extremely quickly, without having to use her own power to kill them! As expected of her most trusted homie!
One of a special kind of Zombie, which she had taken the courtesy of calling a Ghoul, steps out from the thick fog and kneels respectfully before of the God of Death.
"Boss, I did as you asked and led the Living Dead to the more populated areas of the city. With this, our numbers will be so great that the city will be ours by dawn."
"Wonderful, Mister Ghoul! Now I can protect my turf, and spend as much time playing as I want!"
Kirsten looks down at Billy, partially devoured and lying face-down on the pavement. With a careless flick of her wrist, a wisp of dark smoke extends from her hand and covers the body, quickly disappearing into the older man's flesh. Within seconds, his body begins twitching uncontrollably before coming under control, rising unsteadily up to its feet. Despite his injuries, the newly resurrected man smiles pleasantly at the sight of his new mistress, having been subjected completely to her control-
"Good evening, little lady. It seems I work for you now."
Fairfield City Slums
It was at the cusp of midnight in Fairfield City, and a dark fog was spreading through the streets, blanketing the inner city in gloom. Death was in the air, and only the bravest dared to set foot outside of their homes. Those who had no homes to hide in cowered in corners, hiding from some unknowable feeling that something just wasn't quite right. There was but one man brave enough to step out onto the streets on that night, a scrounger by the name of Billy, but even his years in the military couldn't have prepared him for what he was about to experience.
He walks briskly along the sidewalk, driven forward by some unseen force until he eventually reached what would ordinarily be the busiest street in the city. The fog seems thickest here, so he had a hard time making out any details at all in the murky gloom, but there definitely seemed to be people. He should have felt relieved at the revelation, but some uneasy feeling was gnawing at the inside of his skull, screaming at him to run. A few of the figures shuffle about, parting the way for a small, unassuming shape to pass into sight. A young girl walks bare footed on the street, an innocent, playful look stretched across her face. Again, Billy wanted nothing more than to just pass her off as a homeless child and go along on his way, but he couldn't shake off that feeling...the feeling of dread that had been consuming him all night. Somehow, this girl seemed to be the source of it.
A few people shuffle by, seemingly oblivious to the two of them standing in the middle of the street. Billy was sweating furiously, despite the peculiar calmness of the situation. What was it...what was it that was scaring him so much! This girl...this little, harmless girl-
He stops breathing. It was only when he compared the girl's height to his own that he noticed, that the streetlights on either side of the road were doing little to pierce the dark of the fog. The....the shadow...the girl's shadow is...
A massive pool of darkness coats the ground at the girl's feet, in a situation where she couldn't possibly be casting a shadow. The moment this thought strikes him, as if on cue, a cold, dead hand grips him on the shoulder, roughly turning him around to face somebody behind him-
Oh.
The zombie leans forward and, with savage abandon...bites Billy in the throat.
Kirsten, for of course it was her, glances backwards into the fog where her companion was standing. She was clearly quite happy, because Eric's brilliant idea had gathered her so~ many loyal followers! It was a simple matter to reanimate a body that died, but by creating them in such large numbers, she could create a huge number of followers extremely quickly, without having to use her own power to kill them! As expected of her most trusted homie!
One of a special kind of Zombie, which she had taken the courtesy of calling a Ghoul, steps out from the thick fog and kneels respectfully before of the God of Death.
"Boss, I did as you asked and led the Living Dead to the more populated areas of the city. With this, our numbers will be so great that the city will be ours by dawn."
Kirsten looks down at Billy, partially devoured and lying face-down on the pavement. With a careless flick of her wrist, a wisp of dark smoke extends from her hand and covers the body, quickly disappearing into the older man's flesh. Within seconds, his body begins twitching uncontrollably before coming under control, rising unsteadily up to its feet. Despite his injuries, the newly resurrected man smiles pleasantly at the sight of his new mistress, having been subjected completely to her control-
"Good evening, little lady. It seems I work for you now."
IrishAngelQueen said
I love being random
I don't think that word means what you think it means.
BB said
Hi
Hi
Eric Dumile and Kirsten Cherry in...
"To Court a Death God"
Following a little girl into darkness, alone. That probably wouldn't hold up in court. Eric did it anyway though, and the way reality seemed to bend and darken around her tiny form made him wonder, had he truly lost it? Probably. It didn't really matter now, she had heard the beats too. She seemed to know more about them than him-- and why was she swinging her feet? He wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel like he was in some Nightvale/Lolita crossover fanfiction... or something. Despite the fact that all of this meant he had probably literally gone insane, upon hearing the nymphet's question, "If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?" He couldn't help but answer with an almost comically stoic stillness.
"Sure."
"Yay~!"
Kirsten seems happy enough with Eric's immediate response, although perhaps a little disappointed by his reaction. All the same, she quickly hops down from her imaginary seat and approaches the boy with an air of anticipation. She leans close, inspecting his face and clothing closely for a few moments before finally erupting into a carefree grin-
"How about it? Do you have any cool dance moves to show me, or something? Or... a game?" By the way Kirsten tilts her head at this last question, it seems like she expects Eric to decide what he should do for her...
...a game? Between that and DANCE, the choice was obvious. But... a game? For a brief second, Eric considered the possibility that he had died, and that this was hell, or limbo or whatever-- and his personal grim reaper was Dolores Haze. Was it any less probable than anything else? Did any of it matter? No. Probably? It couldn't be helped. Still, no harm in playing along, right?
"Sure, we can play a game. What is it? Like scrabble or something?"
"Hmm~, I don't know that game...but I can do Tag! And Hide'n'seek! Lets do one of those!"
Quick Eric, think! What would a contributing member of society do in a situation like this?
"Where are your parents?"
This question seems to subdue Kirsten's excitement, if only a little. Despite this she manages to respond in the same cheerful manner as before, "My parents are dead now, 'cause I killed them~!"
"Huh. They couldn't have enjoyed that." Was all Eric could say in immediate response, 'Why?' is the next question he wants to ask, but he honestly doesn't really want to know. Why was he led here to her? That seems to be the better question. She doesn't seem like a huge threat to his personal safety, but if she's telling the truth (and, call it intuition, call it the dead guard, but something tells him she is), then maybe doing what she asks could work out in his favour. Whatever favour would even be in this situation.
"Well," with this Eric squats down to get at her eye level, "I was always more of a hide'n'seek guy myself-" The moment Eric finishes his decision, Kirsten puts her hands on her hips and shouts a loud, confident, "All right!"
"It's settled then, we'll play Hide'n'Seek! Oh, since you're the one trying out, you get to be it!"
Seemingly satisfied with the outcome of their decision, Kirsten skips a few feet away from Eric before turning and calling back to him,
"Lets play now! I'll go hide, and you count to ten, yeah?!"
"Sure." With that, he closed his eyes and began to count, he noted he had said 'sure' quite a bit today. It was becoming a bad habit, "10, 9, 8..."
Taking that as her cue to hide, Kirsten could be heard giggling and running off somewhere while Eric counts. With her bare feet slapping against the pitch black tile floor, it was quite obvious that she had run off to one of the doors on the side of the room. There's a sound of something sliding open, and then a resounding *clunk* as it closes again...
"3, 2, 1." Eric opened his eyes to... darkness. Well, that hadn't changed. So... where was she? They were in a morgue, she had obviously gone through one of the doors, and there was a sliding sound.
She was in a fucking cadaver drawer.
It was really only a matter of finding the room where they kept the stiffs and going through the ones with handles in her reach. A little repetitive, but not an overall awful experience. Playing hide'n'seek in a morgue with a little girl who claims to have killed her parents and obviously has some kind of magic-- it was quite a surreal experience, Eric would totally recommend it to anyone. When he finally happened upon the correct drawer, maybe 30 seconds later, he had one question for the magical loli, "How did you close it from the inside?"
"I didn't."
A moment of silence follows, during which only Eric's heavy breathing could be heard. Except...he wasn't breathing heavily at all, and the sound was very clearly coming from behind him.
He looked down at the little girl still tucked away comfortably in the body drawer, noticably missing its body. This was silly, a smile crept onto Eric's face as he forced himself to ask, "Little girl?" It took visible effort to restrain a giggle, "Is there an animated corpse standing right behind me?"
"Yup. My name is Kirsten, by the way."
A full out smile broke across his face, this was great, she-- Kirsten, could make zombies. "Kirsten, that's the dopest," He said looking at the cadaver, alive but dead, "How can you make zombies, even? Also, I'm Eric."
"Hi Eric, and isn't it? I actually didn't know I could do it until fourty seconds ago, it kinda just happened when I opened my hiding place. Also..."
Sensing her intent, the living corpse comes closer and helps Kirsten get out of the drawer, setting her down gently at Eric's side. Without missing a step, the little death god bounces off towards their starting location, settling back into her seemingly invisible seat. Eric follows, and when he arrives before her once again, she addresses him.
"You won, so you pass! You're part of my Crew now! You have to follow my rules, but now we can play together whenever we want! Isn't that tight!?"
"Tight is certainly a word for it..."
"To Court a Death God"
Following a little girl into darkness, alone. That probably wouldn't hold up in court. Eric did it anyway though, and the way reality seemed to bend and darken around her tiny form made him wonder, had he truly lost it? Probably. It didn't really matter now, she had heard the beats too. She seemed to know more about them than him-- and why was she swinging her feet? He wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel like he was in some Nightvale/Lolita crossover fanfiction... or something. Despite the fact that all of this meant he had probably literally gone insane, upon hearing the nymphet's question, "If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?" He couldn't help but answer with an almost comically stoic stillness.
"Sure."
Kirsten seems happy enough with Eric's immediate response, although perhaps a little disappointed by his reaction. All the same, she quickly hops down from her imaginary seat and approaches the boy with an air of anticipation. She leans close, inspecting his face and clothing closely for a few moments before finally erupting into a carefree grin-
"How about it? Do you have any cool dance moves to show me, or something? Or... a game?" By the way Kirsten tilts her head at this last question, it seems like she expects Eric to decide what he should do for her...
...a game? Between that and DANCE, the choice was obvious. But... a game? For a brief second, Eric considered the possibility that he had died, and that this was hell, or limbo or whatever-- and his personal grim reaper was Dolores Haze. Was it any less probable than anything else? Did any of it matter? No. Probably? It couldn't be helped. Still, no harm in playing along, right?
"Sure, we can play a game. What is it? Like scrabble or something?"
Quick Eric, think! What would a contributing member of society do in a situation like this?
"Where are your parents?"
This question seems to subdue Kirsten's excitement, if only a little. Despite this she manages to respond in the same cheerful manner as before, "My parents are dead now, 'cause I killed them~!"
"Huh. They couldn't have enjoyed that." Was all Eric could say in immediate response, 'Why?' is the next question he wants to ask, but he honestly doesn't really want to know. Why was he led here to her? That seems to be the better question. She doesn't seem like a huge threat to his personal safety, but if she's telling the truth (and, call it intuition, call it the dead guard, but something tells him she is), then maybe doing what she asks could work out in his favour. Whatever favour would even be in this situation.
"Well," with this Eric squats down to get at her eye level, "I was always more of a hide'n'seek guy myself-" The moment Eric finishes his decision, Kirsten puts her hands on her hips and shouts a loud, confident, "All right!"
Seemingly satisfied with the outcome of their decision, Kirsten skips a few feet away from Eric before turning and calling back to him,
"Lets play now! I'll go hide, and you count to ten, yeah?!"
"Sure." With that, he closed his eyes and began to count, he noted he had said 'sure' quite a bit today. It was becoming a bad habit, "10, 9, 8..."
Taking that as her cue to hide, Kirsten could be heard giggling and running off somewhere while Eric counts. With her bare feet slapping against the pitch black tile floor, it was quite obvious that she had run off to one of the doors on the side of the room. There's a sound of something sliding open, and then a resounding *clunk* as it closes again...
"3, 2, 1." Eric opened his eyes to... darkness. Well, that hadn't changed. So... where was she? They were in a morgue, she had obviously gone through one of the doors, and there was a sliding sound.
She was in a fucking cadaver drawer.
It was really only a matter of finding the room where they kept the stiffs and going through the ones with handles in her reach. A little repetitive, but not an overall awful experience. Playing hide'n'seek in a morgue with a little girl who claims to have killed her parents and obviously has some kind of magic-- it was quite a surreal experience, Eric would totally recommend it to anyone. When he finally happened upon the correct drawer, maybe 30 seconds later, he had one question for the magical loli, "How did you close it from the inside?"
A moment of silence follows, during which only Eric's heavy breathing could be heard. Except...he wasn't breathing heavily at all, and the sound was very clearly coming from behind him.
He looked down at the little girl still tucked away comfortably in the body drawer, noticably missing its body. This was silly, a smile crept onto Eric's face as he forced himself to ask, "Little girl?" It took visible effort to restrain a giggle, "Is there an animated corpse standing right behind me?"
A full out smile broke across his face, this was great, she-- Kirsten, could make zombies. "Kirsten, that's the dopest," He said looking at the cadaver, alive but dead, "How can you make zombies, even? Also, I'm Eric."
Sensing her intent, the living corpse comes closer and helps Kirsten get out of the drawer, setting her down gently at Eric's side. Without missing a step, the little death god bounces off towards their starting location, settling back into her seemingly invisible seat. Eric follows, and when he arrives before her once again, she addresses him.
"You won, so you pass! You're part of my Crew now! You have to follow my rules, but now we can play together whenever we want! Isn't that tight!?"
"Tight is certainly a word for it..."
"The Loli and the Shota"
Fairfield City Morgue, Fairfield City
When little Kirsten turns to face Eric's greeting, everything in sight succumbs to black. Darkness consumes the corridor, erasing all traces of the morgue that they had been standing in just moments prior and replacing it with a blank, featureless world. The darkness contrasts pleasantly with Kirsten's fair skin, giving her a mysterious, ghost-like aura that would create an even stronger contrast with the following words-
"Sup! You heard the music too, huh?"
With a confident smile on her lips, Kirsten twirls on her heel and skips dutifully into the blackness, apparently intending for Eric to follow. Regardless of whether he did or not, they would very quickly find themselves in a larger, similarly pitch-black room, with a few minor differences from the last. Notably, numerous doors lined the "walls" of the room, giving it a definite shape and setting the stage for what was about to occur. Again, Kirsten turns to face Eric with those dark eyes of hers, this time with an expression that was more curious than playful. When she speaks, her voice takes on a distinctively singsong tone, her words following along to some steady rhythm only she could hear-
"Sooo, if you heard the beats as well, you've gotta be pretty damn awesome right? You don't look like it, bu~t..."
Halfway through speaking, Kirsten hops backwards a little and seems to land on some unseen chair. With their owner comfortably seated on nothing, her feet begin swinging of their own accord, completing the image of a playful child that she was giving off. She continues, the smile on her face only growing more curious with each passing word-
"If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?"
Fairfield City Morgue, Fairfield City
When little Kirsten turns to face Eric's greeting, everything in sight succumbs to black. Darkness consumes the corridor, erasing all traces of the morgue that they had been standing in just moments prior and replacing it with a blank, featureless world. The darkness contrasts pleasantly with Kirsten's fair skin, giving her a mysterious, ghost-like aura that would create an even stronger contrast with the following words-
"Sup! You heard the music too, huh?"
With a confident smile on her lips, Kirsten twirls on her heel and skips dutifully into the blackness, apparently intending for Eric to follow. Regardless of whether he did or not, they would very quickly find themselves in a larger, similarly pitch-black room, with a few minor differences from the last. Notably, numerous doors lined the "walls" of the room, giving it a definite shape and setting the stage for what was about to occur. Again, Kirsten turns to face Eric with those dark eyes of hers, this time with an expression that was more curious than playful. When she speaks, her voice takes on a distinctively singsong tone, her words following along to some steady rhythm only she could hear-
"Sooo, if you heard the beats as well, you've gotta be pretty damn awesome right? You don't look like it, bu~t..."
Halfway through speaking, Kirsten hops backwards a little and seems to land on some unseen chair. With their owner comfortably seated on nothing, her feet begin swinging of their own accord, completing the image of a playful child that she was giving off. She continues, the smile on her face only growing more curious with each passing word-
"If you can prove how cool you are, maybe I can let you join my crew! You would be my first member, so you would get me all~ to yourself! Tight deal, huh? So what do you say~, wanna play~?"
The idea I'm currently toying with is something like if you mixed Yachiru and Shiro-chan with Mayuri.
Intro: Young Captain of the 12th squad who is far less experienced than her peers, but was given this rank from the now deceased previous Captain and accepted by the other Captains due to her recently developed Bankai and exceptional strength relative to the other candidates. She has inherited more than the leader of R&D's title, she's also inherited tons and tons of research, all of which had never been properly sorted or disclosed to the public.
Intro: Young Captain of the 12th squad who is far less experienced than her peers, but was given this rank from the now deceased previous Captain and accepted by the other Captains due to her recently developed Bankai and exceptional strength relative to the other candidates. She has inherited more than the leader of R&D's title, she's also inherited tons and tons of research, all of which had never been properly sorted or disclosed to the public.
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