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[one-on-one | Spaught/Dark] Global Assimilation

Discussion in 'Freeform Roleplays' started by Nebulon Ranger, Jul 28, 2013.

  1. Jericho stopped to catch his breath after a long run through the streets, using his innate chi to speed up to extremes. He leaned against a wall in a nearby alley, out of sight of any eye-bots wanting to shove the Eden Philosophy -- that is, the idea that all living beings should cease to be flesh and blood with independent minds and become part of the 'hive' of cybernetic monstrosities that dominated this planet. He decided to wait in his current location for Jiran, his Fennec partner, and for all he knew, the last organic being on the fucking planet besides himself, to show up, hopefully with news that she'd found others, though he didn't hold out much hope for that, so more or less he was just waiting for her and her skimpy outfit (and knockers) to appear around the bend.

    Jericho himself was a relatively tall, moderately toned oriental dragon with a mane of black fur on top of purple scales. His coloring would have made him a figure of fun -- eliciting such remarks as "flamer" and "homo" from certain retards were it not for two factors; one, that for all he knew, there weren't any other living beings besides him and Jiran, and two, he would have likely kicked their asses into the next universe, what with being skilled at Muay Thai (otherwise referred to as Thai Kickboxing). He wore a simple pair of jeans and a pair of gold-colored -- but not actual gold -- metal armbands. No shoes. His eyes seemed to be a dark emerald green in color, but also appeared to be iridescent -- that is, they changed colors within the same "shades" based on light conditions. His whiskers, like his mane, were black.

    He slumped down against the bottom of the wall, crossing his legs. There he waited for Jiran to appear.
     
    #1 Nebulon Ranger, Jul 28, 2013 at 5:44 AM
  2. Jiran came to a skidding halt as she reeled back, ripping a small layer of rubber from her running-shoes onto the hard concrete as the high walls, and foul smell of the alleyway caught up with her. She spun herself around multiple times while she made a failed attempt at slowing her breathing as she held a paw to her chest, her heart feeling ready to burst out of her chest. She let out a sigh of relief when she knew that the mechanical soldiers and spyware were nowhere to be seen, and that she could examine any injury freely, without fear of getting shot at.​

    She dusted herself off quickly, giving a sharp hiss of pain as her paw grazed the side of her left thigh. Bending down, she examined herself. As feared, Jiran noticed a small hole, surrounded by bloodied fur and torn tissue. She had been shot. She knew it was worse that it felt, and that she was most likely in shock, especially due to her lack of armor. Usually her nimble skills were enough to avoid getting hit, or avoid combat entirely, but today she had been assigned to look for other survivors by her partner Jericho, who also happened to be a skilled martial artist.​


    Jiran herself was not formally skilled in martial arts, preferring to use her skills as a brutal street-fighter and strange magical ability that Jericho assured her was some 'Ki' bullshit. On this particular day, Jericho, aside from staring at her chest on an hourly basis, had given her the task to look for more living people. It didn't help that he didn't look her once in they eye due to lack of coverage thanks to the cyborg that managed to tear her shirt in an attempt to grapple her, leaving her with only a bra to conceal herself with. Not like it mattered, only things that could gawk at her were psychotic cyborgs and a purple dragon. ​

    Worse still was the fact that she had actually let herself get excited when she actually managed to find another person – time to give Jericho the good news. She stood herself up, and tried her best to ignore the fact that her left leg felt like jelly, as she walked as fast as she could out of the alleyway and around a corner. Sitting, legs-crossed was Jericho, probably meditating or the equivalent of wasting time as Jiran stumbled around the corner. ”Hey, Barney – could use some help...” She dropped to her knees and crawled the rest of the way over to the wall, and sat behind Jericho. ​

    Not moments later she corrected herself internally, outwardly pinning her ears back in annoyance to what she knew she would have to do. Gripping the remaining bottom portion of her shirt, she tugged hard, using her teeth to help tear the stained fabric. Quickly she held the fabric over the wound, her leg kicking out automatically as she felt the spike of pain, elevating with every tug she gave to knot the material around her leg. In a matter of seconds, the blood began to seep through the fabric, causing Jiran to hiss a little more at what she had gotten herself into. ”Fuck this.” she stated before she tore off the fabric, tossing it aside and plunging her index and thumb claw into the wound to try and tear the bullet out. ​

    Jiran gritted her teeth as she wiggled her fingers inside the wound, trying to feel for the bullet, feeling the skin stretch and tear with every movement. Eventually, her claws settled on a small hard object that had stopped just before the bone. With effort, she began jerking her paw back, slowly loosening the bullet from her thigh as she made great effort not to yowl in pain. After a few more tugs, the bullet was dislodged with a sickening sound, similar to sticky residue on skin. ​

    It was then that her leg began to bleed profusely, but not long after, seem to slow, as the wound in her leg seemed to be closing itself. It was like a time-lapse as her skin folded itself back over the wound, shed its scabs and resealed itself. This was Jiran's Ki in action. She was able to regenerate quickly, and use raw force to her advantage. This did not allow her to regenerate limbs, and she could only draw on so much at any given time without exhausting herself. After the bullet dilemma was solved, she reminded herself about the news she needed to give to Jericho. ”So, I found another person, like you asked. That's the good news.” She started, ”Bad news; They slit his throat and removed his brain – which means he'll be among the next batch of fucks we have to deal with tomorrow – or later tonight, take your pick.” She leaned back, putting her bloodied paw behind her head, while resting her right on her lap. ”What's the plan now?”​
     
    #2 Spaughtyena, Jul 28, 2013 at 6:46 AM
  3. Jericho caught himself staring long and hard at Jiran's breasts again as she approached. Trying to stifle a small horn that wasn't protruding from the back of his head, he sat upright and watched as she crawled toward the wall next to him. He snapped his gaze away from the large, round, sexy hooters and looked at her face, immediately looking like he was about to deny staring at her chest for what seemed like the millionth time in the past week or so. It was a wonder she hadn't punched him out by this point, but here they were sitting in an alley together and he had almost compulsively done the thing Jiran didn't seem to like -- that is, stare blank-faced at her boobs as if the round lumps of flesh were the sum total of her very existence. Which they weren't, but he didn't seem to care.

    He was about to reach out to help her earlier when she basically told him to fuck off, as if expecting him to have been too preoccupied with her boobs to have been of any real use with regard to the bullet one of the robots had shot at her which was lodged in her thigh -- which was another thing he found himself looking at in awe a lot -- her thighs. He watched as she first pinched inside the bullet wound, wincing in pain as she almost seemed to rip off more flesh with her canine claws. Then, a mere few seconds later, she began twisting the metal object lodged in her leg and proceeded to pull it out, her chi -- which she considered magic even though there were never 'wizards,' so to speak, in Radium, only Borg-like hivemind robots -- going to work repairing the wound shortly thereafter.

    Jericho almost perked up when Jiran mentioned that she had found someone, thinking the man to still be alive. "There's a survivo--" he started, immediately being cut off by what followed. Apparently, the followers of Eden, otherwise known as insane robots who essentially shared a fucking brain, had slit the survivor's throat and removed his brain. Fuck, he would become one of them. "DAMN IT!" Jericho screamed out in anger, "Are we the only ones fucking left on this infernal lump of fucking rock?!" He then turned around and his left hand balled itself into a fist and started to glow a faint white. Said fist then seemed to teleport to the wall immediately in front of it, impacting the brick surface and sending deep cracks through it. Jericho was clearly very frustrated about the loss of a potential survivor.

    After his little outburst, he turned to his partner Jiran, first staring at her big, voluptuous boobies, then moving his gaze up to her face when he noticed her start to show signs of extreme annoyance at his incessant perversion. 'What do we do now...' he thought to himself, pondering on whether to crash in the alley for the night and risk being found by the Edenites, or to continue kicking ass and attempting to chew nonexistent bubblegum. The choice was obvious, they were to kick ass and chew on a facsimile of bubblegum. Well, maybe not the latter, but they were definitely going to kick a lot of insane robot ass this time.

    "Time to kick ass and kick ass." he said in a badass tone, "I would have said 'kick ass and chew gum,' but we don't have any gum."
     
    #3 Nebulon Ranger, Jul 28, 2013 at 7:15 AM
  4. Jiran rolled her eyes as Jericho was yet again giving her unwanted attention, or at least, attention from an unwanted person. She moved her sticky paw from the back of her head, no doubt having a paw shaped bloodprint on the backside of her head as she stood up and listened to Jericho speak of ass kicking. She didn't smile at this, more so pin her ears back in a mixture of confusion and rage. ”Kick ass? What the hell does that mean? Are we just supposed to walk though hordes of enemies and expect to win? Jericho, if you didn't notice, I got wounded! and there were only five – we've only survived this long because we've been careful, and not fought unless we were forced to... I'd say we just need to face facts...

    She balled her paws into tight fists and growled, eventually escalating into a angry cry as she threw her hand forward and smashed it into the stone wall. ”F-fuuuck!!” she exclaimed as she held her hand up to her face, the knuckles now mangled and twisted as her skin was easily torn by the stone and bled ceaselessly. However her hand began to mend, but the pain continued as her joints popped back into place sickeningly. She wriggled her fingers as they popped, gradually allowing her paw to return to normal.

    She turned back to Jericho and stared at his, slight fear evident on her face. ”I think we're the only ones left... you realize that means we're going to die by the end of this right?” she paced slowly, trying to wrap her mind around being beside the only other living thing on the planet. Her apparent anxiety seemed to subside as she seated herself against the wall, away from Jericho, as she began to sob softly. ”Y'know, this whole time... I kinda figured we'd win... I'm not ready to die yet... Why did God do this to us? What did we do to deserve this?”
     
    #4 Spaughtyena, Jul 29, 2013 at 5:18 AM
  5. Jericho stared at her. Be careful, she says... "We'd be being more careful if we didn't choose to stay here. Just a little thing called reality. We have to keep moving, and if that means kicking ass, then I'm all for it." he said, confident that if he couldn't get by staring at her tits all day without getting his own ass kicked to the moon and back several times, they could at least keep on the move and not alert the Eyebots by spending too long in one place. And hey, if they got to dismantle some of them along the way, bonus! He thought for a moment on how best to approach the situation. Jiran was pissed at him, and he knew she was at least half-right. There were millions, if not billions of those infernal robots, and only two of them. He looked her in the eyes. "Listen, I'm just suggesting we keep moving. I guess you didn't see that I was being a bit facetious. Of course we're not going to run in, proverbial guns blazing, and expect to with against millions of fucking robots. That would be madness." Jericho continued, as if he was the only one who could ever be right. Which he wasn't, but that was so far from the point he was trying to make that the idea may as well be in China. "So let's keep moving, and if we get into a situation where we are required to at least atempt to kick ass, let's do it. In fact, let's try to enjoy ourselves while doing it. If we're the only ones left, what have we really got to lose?"

    He grimaced as she essentially copied him and punched the wall of the stone building behind her out of sheer, unconstrained frustration, then proceeded to dislocate and slash open her knuckles. "You alright there? Punching walls doesn't come easy." he asked, genuinely concerned. The last bit was a fair bit sarcastic. Jericho then heard her seemingly reference movies like the situation they were currently in as possible outcomes. He shook his head a little. "You also realise that you're drawing on scripted acting as the base of what you're saying? Try to be at least optimistic. It doesn't hurt to hope." he said,, trying to console her. He would probably fail, but he didn't care. "I'm only going to say this once: you don't actually have to act like I'm ordering you to do things. If you don't want to die, you do whatever you damn well please towards that end. In this case, I think what I'm saying has some sense to it, though" He got up and turned to face the other end of the alley, then beckoned for her to follow him. "Let's go. It's not going to do us any good to stick around here like easy targets."
     
    #5 Nebulon Ranger, Jul 31, 2013 at 7:06 AM
  6. Jiran wiped a small tear from her right cheek and got to her feet. She didn't want to admit to it, but what Jericho said made a lot of sense. Walking smoothly behind Jericho her ears swiveled in many directions, scanning for any sort of sound, but hearing nothing – putting her at slight ease for the moment. ”Hey Jericho, let's see if we can't raid a Winners, or an Old Navy.” she said, looking down at her chest, which was only covered now by a bra, and what remained of her excuse for a shirt; a few small shreds remaining.​

    The fennec frowned, and decided she would rather go without any sort of material the robots could use as a grappling implement. Grasping the shirt's collar she lifted it quickly, pulling it over her head and throwing it to the littered concrete, the torn fabric adding to the squalor atmosphere. Moving away from the shreds, she caught up to Jericho, looking onward trying to get a sense of direction. However, given that the sun was blocked out by the many buildings that touched the clouds, she could only give a rough estimate. She guessed they were headed north, given that the greatest concentration of mechanical freaks was to the south – luckily.​

    Knowing that outside the alley were bound to be countless spyware among other more distasteful things, Jiran decided to ready herself mentally – keeping herself on edge, waiting to pounce as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and the tips of her fangs began to show as her lips curled. ”I have a feeling they're waiting for us” she said, ”Remember to dodge the needles – that's all I'll say, because if you or I should get caught – ain't no way I'm saving your ass. Once you're needled – you're fucked.” Her serious tone could be confused with belittling as she made good pace towards the end of the alley, ready for anything to jump out and try to take them.​
     
    #6 Spaughtyena, Aug 19, 2013 at 8:18 PM
  7. Jericho did, for the first time in over a week, resist staring at his partner's tits. Instead he cast a cursory glance in Jiran's general direction at the very moment she mentioned the prospect of raiding such bix-box stores as Winners or Old Navy. He had a look of sarcastic false confusion on his reptilian face. "Winners? Old Navy? What do you think will be in there besides those mechanised terrorists who don't actually need any clothing let alone cheap shit produced in China and thrift cheap shit produced in China?" he said, trying to sound the least bit concerned about the state of Jiran's clothing. In reality, he just wanted an excuse to stare at her bare furred breasts without risking her kicking his ass if he tried to remove her clothing for her. Jericho didn't know exactly why he found Jiran's tits so appealing other than the fact he was a dude, and even then, he found her in general unusually attractive and he wasn't even a fennec. He chalked it up to being a pervert at times, though he'd be damned and made a member of the Borg before he'd actually admit that to her. Typical male. He even had to suppress a growing underpants rocket when she took--or rather tore--the remains of her shirt off, leaving her only wearing a bra. Damn masculine perversion.

    Jericho looked surprised that she'd even mention the dangers outside their alleyway as if they were in any way new or surprising. They'd been fighting these freaks for a long enough time that he'd thought she'd just expected them to be everywhere by this point. "You say that as if it were some sort of new, exciting but extremely deadly surprise." he said, rolling his eyes at the proposition that the robots would not be ubiquitous in the spread and scope by this point in time. Then she brought up the needles and how she wasn't responsible if he got hit by one of those infernal sharp things. Yawn. Old news. "Yeah, yeah. Heard it before. You're not responsible if I suddenly develop a hivemind and you're fully within rights to kill me on the spot." He started to jog forward out of the alleyway, only stopping at the end in the direction Jiran was facing to turn around and pose her a question with the most obvious answer known to the remainder of the organics--that being them, "So, you coming or not?"
     
    #7 Nebulon Ranger, Aug 20, 2013 at 7:45 AM
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