oh yeah i'm a reaper man every good thing, i kill it dead.
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Post by yami on Jun 5, 2016 16:52:55 GMT
 His whole existence counting on destruction. His wrists were still chafed red, his belly empty, his mouth tasted coppery and bitter. He supposes, maybe because he needed to eat.
There was noticeably many dark figures in the sky at night. The world, he now knew, were filled with monsters. However he liked to think none were like him after all -- he was made and not born. Yami took flight over MLK Bridge, swooped down and crushed a car underneath his oppressive claws and weight. Then he shifts down and lets his hands reap the spoils of his work. His claws split flesh easily (a woman, skin young, porcelain, and fresh) and his shoved her bloody remains down his throat without so much of a second thought to how he was out in the open this time.
The car's alarm blared like a flashing red siren, smoke that smelled like gasoline made the air bloated and made his eyes run. He was barely close to finishing his sloppy meal when he feels a presence behind him.
Why were his meals always disturbed? He growls, a warning this time. A beacon of destruction because he, too, could never actually stop.
daphne
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i'm praying that i won't forget you but my memory's flickering.
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Post by daphne on Jun 6, 2016 13:03:09 GMT
Her only mission was to track Yami, nothing more and nothing less.
She had been good at keeping a relatively low profile and reporting her findings. She knew he was a dragon, because she had seen a similar kind in a Superhero named Ryou. They practically looked the same but Yami was older and much, much more bigger. She was told to classify him; understand his weaknesses and many strengths so the higher ranking heroes could take care of it. Which was fine for Daphne, really, she was well-aware of her obvious faults. She just wasn't strong enough for his calibre of villainy.
But... she had not expected him to act out the way he did just then. He was undoubtedly sly, and usually made more calculated moves. So him simply smashing the car and anyone inside without warning was horrifying to say the least. She could hear the crunch of vulnerable bones, and the squelch of -- Daphne had to cover her mouth before he screamed.
The smoke that came from the decimated vehicle blurred her vision, but she was quite sure Yami was feasting on the victim's flattened remains. This was all wrong! You... you weren't supposed to do this! She can feel tears welling up, her voice cracking.
Everything was going wrong for her. Artemis was gone, and she just didn't understand. Why was this new world so cruel? It seemed the Gods themselves were finding fault in her. Daphne couldn't help but desperately live in the past. It made more sense. Didn't anybody understand that? Was Daphne the weakest link because she was finding it the hardest adjusting?
She knew the answer. But she wouldn't admit that, not yet.
"Yami..." He knew she was there but didn't bothering attacking as he was too absorbed into his meal. Both hand clench into tight fists. She couldn't defeat him but...
No. Every time she second guessed herself it just resulted in making her angrier at this world. "Yami." She stands finally and darts forward, one arm pulled back as she used the momentum to her advantage. She felt her fist connect with flesh.
(She hated the sound of her knuckles popping.)
Daphne forces her feet to dig into the concrete for extra leverage. She wanted to give this one hit her all even if that meant getting eaten alive too.
At least that would give her some sort of purpose, "YAAAMI!"
yami
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oh yeah i'm a reaper man every good thing, i kill it dead.
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Post by yami on Jun 7, 2016 8:09:41 GMT
He liked to think he wasn't always this oblivious. But there was a period of prolonged time where he couldn't eat... this was one of those times, at least. He was relatively always good at keeping it together and holding each piece of him. He was already broken but he wasn't ready to admit that, either.
Yami turns his head when he hears his name being shouted. He couldn't decipher the actual emotion behind it; it wasn't focused on him but on some sort of outer source. It was too late to react so he had to take the blow.
He didn't have to, but her fist was already crashing into his jaw. There was no to think about it.
His body goes slack and he goes flying only a few feet until he gather himself from the semi-consciousness the single hit brought him. He stumbles, falls, digging his claws into the ground to steady himself. His nose is gushing blood like a fountain, his blood is darker and almost looks black compared to the viscera that covers him from the woman's body. Yami shakes his head to clear it, and he staggers to the side. Too woozy to actually counter the attack she already reaped upon him, he growls.
"Y-You... I'm eating. You fucking..." He fills blood thickening in his mouth and spits a large glob of it on the ground. Some of it splatters onto the woman's face. Her eyes are empty. Lifeless. "...bitch."
He has had a streak of bad luck lately. He had been so focused on filling his stomach the world revolving about him kept to a feverish pace. Eat, eat, eat. To live was to eat. But apparently, of course (it was the only viable solution), he was to be stopped. Not like she could anyways. His job was already done, anyways.
Yami wipes the blood away from his lips and cheeks with the back of his hand, grins at her and probes a loose canine tooth with the tip of his tongue. "Ah. I do like eating little farm animals better, you see. I'm very glad you came." He begins to slowly circle her, and once he was a feet to her left his dart in to deliver a similar punch with a wrecking ball of a right hook.
daphne
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