Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
The silence of darkness was something the girl was used to as she stood rather motionlessly while the room's owner, Daisuke, left to grab a medicine kit to patch her wounds up. The throbbing pain from the open wound was uncomfortable, but she was used to that as well. She was more so curious about the room itself as she wandered, her unguided steps taking her to and from different items. She eventually fixated her gaze onto a series of picture frames on his desk, displaying various moments of his life.
Most of the photos were of him and his family: his mother, whose exhaustion from work was evident even through the frame, his younger sister without a care in the world in her expression, and Daisuke himself, appearing to be annoyed by the ordeal. One of the photos showcased Daisuke posing next to an exuberant young blond boy about the same age as his friend, looking even more annoyed than the last few she saw. The girl did not have any photos taken of her... well, no photos taken of her own volition. The people in the pictures seemed to possess some kind of normalcy inside, captured in the exact moment to preserve them forever. The girl couldn't help but wonder if she could've lived such normal life too.
Her gaze shifted towards the window as it was the only thing illuminating the dark room, taking the photo of Daisuke and his blond friend to the light to get a more detailed look. However, she did not pay attention to the photo as she stared out into the streets, as if mesmerized by the street lights and the passing-by cars, clutching her wound with one hand and the photo frame with the other, drying her body with the warmth inside.
The Demon Slayers Club (IC)
02/18/2020, 02:11 AM #82
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
Leaving the young woman alone in his room, Daisuke had gone off to look for the first aid kit. Going to search under the bathroom sink first. Having gone into one of the only two bathrooms in the house, Daisuke immediately flicked on the lights and looked under the sink. What was under there was a variety of different bathroom cleaning supplies, some spare bottles of body wash, an old flashlight, and even... an unopened bag of candy? Seeing this Daisuke pulled out the bag of expired candy and sighed. "Of course... Sachiko must have hid it down here so I won't find it, then completely forgot all about it." He thought as he tossed the bag of expired candy into the small trash bin by the toilet. The fact that his sister bought the candy and hid it doesn't bother him. It's the fact that she let it expire, thus wasting perfectly good candy that angers him. However after searching further, he did finally find it. Giving a small sigh he grabbed the first aid kit and immediately proceeded to sneak back to his bedroom, where he opened the door surprisingly fast and suddenly, despite needing to try and be quiet. Though he did manage to catch the door before it slammed against his bedroom wall, preventing it from making any further noise that would have possibly woken his sister and his mother, but also prevented the doorknob from making a small hole in the wall.
Leaving the young woman alone in his room, Daisuke had gone off to look for the first aid kit. Going to search under the bathroom sink first. Having gone into one of the only two bathrooms in the house, Daisuke immediately flicked on the lights and looked under the sink. What was under there was a variety of different bathroom cleaning supplies, some spare bottles of body wash, an old flashlight, and even... an unopened bag of candy? Seeing this Daisuke pulled out the bag of expired candy and sighed. "Of course... Sachiko must have hid it down here so I won't find it, then completely forgot all about it." He thought as he tossed the bag of expired candy into the small trash bin by the toilet. The fact that his sister bought the candy and hid it doesn't bother him. It's the fact that she let it expire, thus wasting perfectly good candy that angers him. However after searching further, he did finally find it. Giving a small sigh he grabbed the first aid kit and immediately proceeded to sneak back to his bedroom, where he opened the door surprisingly fast and suddenly, despite needing to try and be quiet. Though he did manage to catch the door before it slammed against his bedroom wall, preventing it from making any further noise that would have possibly woken his sister and his mother, but also prevented the doorknob from making a small hole in the wall.
02/18/2020, 02:43 AM #83
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
At the sound of the door opening, the girl broke her trance-like observation of the outside streets to turn to Daisuke, clutching the photo frame in her other hand harder and raising the hand that was holding her wound up as if she was defending herself or expecting someone to take hostile actions towards her. Noticing that it was not the case, the girl lowered her arm and gazed upon the red medical kit in his hands. Silent and stoic, her head tilted a little to the side, as if to read the content on the kit, or perhaps due to her boundless curiosity towards the most mundane things.
At the sound of the door opening, the girl broke her trance-like observation of the outside streets to turn to Daisuke, clutching the photo frame in her other hand harder and raising the hand that was holding her wound up as if she was defending herself or expecting someone to take hostile actions towards her. Noticing that it was not the case, the girl lowered her arm and gazed upon the red medical kit in his hands. Silent and stoic, her head tilted a little to the side, as if to read the content on the kit, or perhaps due to her boundless curiosity towards the most mundane things.
02/21/2020, 04:33 AM #84
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
With First Aid kit in hand, and after closing the door, he turned to the young woman andtilted his own head. The way she was looking at the first aid kit was... odd. She had a look of curiosity, almost like she never seed a such a thing before. This prompted a small chuckle from Daisuke, who despite not looking too shaken by how his night has gone, is currently having what feels like a million thoughts rush through his head.
After a brief moment he walked over to the woman and began to open the first aid kit. "Don't worry, this is just going to be used to help treat your wounds. Then I'll be calling emergency services and you'll be on your way back home or something. Also I'm not a doctor, so just sit still and let me take a look and see what I can do."
With First Aid kit in hand, and after closing the door, he turned to the young woman andtilted his own head. The way she was looking at the first aid kit was... odd. She had a look of curiosity, almost like she never seed a such a thing before. This prompted a small chuckle from Daisuke, who despite not looking too shaken by how his night has gone, is currently having what feels like a million thoughts rush through his head.
After a brief moment he walked over to the woman and began to open the first aid kit. "Don't worry, this is just going to be used to help treat your wounds. Then I'll be calling emergency services and you'll be on your way back home or something. Also I'm not a doctor, so just sit still and let me take a look and see what I can do."
02/21/2020, 04:57 AM #85
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
The girl silently nodded upon hearing Daisuke's plans, though she wasn't entirely sure if she fully understood what he was saying. She did not understand how the red box could possibly patch up her injury, and why she would need some kind of service to go back home. In fact, she wasn't too convinced that she should return home, for some reason. Nevertheless, she sat as asked and lifted her arms up, exposing the severity of the wound she has sustained.
The gash was deep and precise, as if she was cut by a vorpal blade. There were no signs of infections, which was a good sign, but the sheer intricacy of the wound and how clean it looks is unnerving. Another thing to note was that the blood this girl's wound exuded was lighter-colored than the color of blood Daisuke's was used to, though he wouldn't necessarily know why that is the case. Still, it's a cut wound, and the best way to tackle it would be to cover it with bandage and take antibiotics to stop any kind of possible infections to take place. The girl remained silent, merely watching Daisuke with the curious and alluring stare as she waited for treatment.
The girl silently nodded upon hearing Daisuke's plans, though she wasn't entirely sure if she fully understood what he was saying. She did not understand how the red box could possibly patch up her injury, and why she would need some kind of service to go back home. In fact, she wasn't too convinced that she should return home, for some reason. Nevertheless, she sat as asked and lifted her arms up, exposing the severity of the wound she has sustained.
The gash was deep and precise, as if she was cut by a vorpal blade. There were no signs of infections, which was a good sign, but the sheer intricacy of the wound and how clean it looks is unnerving. Another thing to note was that the blood this girl's wound exuded was lighter-colored than the color of blood Daisuke's was used to, though he wouldn't necessarily know why that is the case. Still, it's a cut wound, and the best way to tackle it would be to cover it with bandage and take antibiotics to stop any kind of possible infections to take place. The girl remained silent, merely watching Daisuke with the curious and alluring stare as she waited for treatment.
02/27/2020, 01:20 AM #86
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
For the next good 5-10 minutes things were silent. Daisuke was busy trying to clean the wound with some of the alcohol wipes that came in the first aid kit. The alcohol on said wipes would sting a bit as they come into contact with the oddly clean and smooth gash in her side, all while Daisuke was leaning in to get a closer look at the wound. To be honest Daisuke was feeling fairly awkward, and quite tense in the situation he currently is in. After all, he's very close to a woman whose body would be almost comparable to that of a super model in his opinion. However his mind was also focused on the wound. It looked smooth, deep, and precise, as if the cut was made by a surgeon with a scalpel. This odd wound, combined with the fact that she's completely naked and seemingly confused made Daisuke wonder what happened to this woman. Could she have just been a victim of a mugging gone... really skeevy? Or was she the victim of something more sinister like a failed organ harvesting attempt? Or was it something else entirely? Honestly, Daisuke couldn't figure it out at all, and so he decided to remain silent, though the reason for his silence is that he still doesn't want to accidentally wake his sister up.
Soon the woman's wound was treated as Daisuke finished, putting the a gauze pad over the wound and keeping it in place nice and tight with some medical tape. This should at least be able to stop the bleeding for now. Unfortunately this was all Daisuke could do as he wasn't a doctor himself. Now with the wound treated, Daisuke sighed as he stepped back and sat on the floor across from her.
"There... fucking done. How's it feel?"
For the next good 5-10 minutes things were silent. Daisuke was busy trying to clean the wound with some of the alcohol wipes that came in the first aid kit. The alcohol on said wipes would sting a bit as they come into contact with the oddly clean and smooth gash in her side, all while Daisuke was leaning in to get a closer look at the wound. To be honest Daisuke was feeling fairly awkward, and quite tense in the situation he currently is in. After all, he's very close to a woman whose body would be almost comparable to that of a super model in his opinion. However his mind was also focused on the wound. It looked smooth, deep, and precise, as if the cut was made by a surgeon with a scalpel. This odd wound, combined with the fact that she's completely naked and seemingly confused made Daisuke wonder what happened to this woman. Could she have just been a victim of a mugging gone... really skeevy? Or was she the victim of something more sinister like a failed organ harvesting attempt? Or was it something else entirely? Honestly, Daisuke couldn't figure it out at all, and so he decided to remain silent, though the reason for his silence is that he still doesn't want to accidentally wake his sister up.
Soon the woman's wound was treated as Daisuke finished, putting the a gauze pad over the wound and keeping it in place nice and tight with some medical tape. This should at least be able to stop the bleeding for now. Unfortunately this was all Daisuke could do as he wasn't a doctor himself. Now with the wound treated, Daisuke sighed as he stepped back and sat on the floor across from her.
"There... fucking done. How's it feel?"
02/27/2020, 05:16 AM #87
Ortus Woods - Outskirts
Nick fell deeper and deeper into the dark, both in consciousness and hopelessness. Although his body was broken and cold, his mind was at peace. It was too tiring to move, so why try? What was he to do? His life was concluded with this night, and if not, then he would simply repeat what he had always done. The routine was the same, and it would remain the same until the conclusion of his life, so he wouldn't miss much...
It was then when Nick felt something strange, almost like a faint spark, igniting to a small candlelight in the dark of his soul. The soft blue glow of the candlelight antagonized the void with its persistence, mocking its surroundings with its flickering dance.
"No. You're wrong."
What was once pessimistic thoughts soon burst into desperation. Of course he would miss much! He was only 18 and had his whole life ahead of him. If not that, then there was watching his siblings grow, and if not that, there was sheer spite, wasn't there? No, there was more than that. Now that it was the end, now that it was time to die, Nick did not want to go. The little light remaining within himself wanted to see more, wanted to do more. If he died here, then he would never be able to see what could be. His life would be just another tragedy. Even in this sea of hopelessness, he raged at the thought that there would be no happy end. He raged and the flame grew.
"No, no more. Get up..."
Nick's mind screamed in revolt of death. This ragged, wretched form wanted to see daylight again! It wanted to live! This flame within would be the light out of this darkness! It would rage through him and burn with an intensity that nobody has ever seen!
"GET UP!!!"
Nicholas's eyes shot open as he felt something within ignite, not only the primal drive to continue living, but as if his spirit had somehow done the same. Nick growled and painfully sat up. He glanced down at his injuries, only to grimace at the oozing blood seeping from the gaping cuts deep against his torso and right forearm. If he did not treat them as soon as possible, then he was going to bleed out. The one in his arm seemed especially bad, likely due to a severed artery. He was going to live, so there was no other option.
Nick struggled to drag himself to the dead Hellhound Alpha. Its blood glowed white-hot in the night, defying the cold rain with its brilliance. Taking the ruined hunting knife he had before, Nicholas stabbed into the blood and kept it submerged until it glowed red. After that, Nicholas swallowed hard and clenched his teeth before pressing the blade against the wound on his right arm. Searing pain shot through his body as the blade burned into his flesh, cauterizing the wound. His screams of pain instead came out as defiant roars. Good. The pain meant he was alive, and he was going to need to summon every ounce of his will to survive this night. He then pressed the knife against his chest and growled as it cooked his flesh. He was damaging his body irreparably, but it was a small price to pay as opposed to bleeding to death.
It was then when his surroundings came into focus. There was another car behind his, and gunshots and growling in the forest. As evidenced by the duffel bag nearby, they were trying to offer him aid, but now they too were being hunted. It was time to return the favor, even if it crippled him. Nicholas reached into the bag and pulled out a Springfield XD-M .45 and a combat knife, and sprinted into the forest...
*POP POP POP*
(Devil May Cry 5 - Voltaic Black Knight - 00:18)
Miranda saw three hollowpoint rounds enter one of the hellhounds through half-inch holes, but leaving ones five times the size out the exits. Standing at the hellhound pack's flank was a battered 18-year-old boy, glowing with a pale-blue light and murder in his eyes. His right forearm and chest were burned horribly and his clothes were in tatters, but it was as if his injuries had no effect on him. This was the boy who had killed the hellhound alpha earlier, and it looked like he was intent on finishing off the rest of the pack, once and for all. The beast fell dead, and before it hit the ground, two more shots entered another beast. Nick dashed at a second, and in his other hand was a combat knife, which found its way in the base of a hellhound's skull. Nick swiftly tore the knife out and took aim with his other hand before firing into another's skull. A hellhound lunged at him, but met a powerful figment-fuelled punch to the top of its head. A loud crack rang out as the strike fractured the monster's skull, and then one hollowpoint obliterated the brain inside.
Nick fell deeper and deeper into the dark, both in consciousness and hopelessness. Although his body was broken and cold, his mind was at peace. It was too tiring to move, so why try? What was he to do? His life was concluded with this night, and if not, then he would simply repeat what he had always done. The routine was the same, and it would remain the same until the conclusion of his life, so he wouldn't miss much...
It was then when Nick felt something strange, almost like a faint spark, igniting to a small candlelight in the dark of his soul. The soft blue glow of the candlelight antagonized the void with its persistence, mocking its surroundings with its flickering dance.
"No. You're wrong."
What was once pessimistic thoughts soon burst into desperation. Of course he would miss much! He was only 18 and had his whole life ahead of him. If not that, then there was watching his siblings grow, and if not that, there was sheer spite, wasn't there? No, there was more than that. Now that it was the end, now that it was time to die, Nick did not want to go. The little light remaining within himself wanted to see more, wanted to do more. If he died here, then he would never be able to see what could be. His life would be just another tragedy. Even in this sea of hopelessness, he raged at the thought that there would be no happy end. He raged and the flame grew.
"No, no more. Get up..."
Nick's mind screamed in revolt of death. This ragged, wretched form wanted to see daylight again! It wanted to live! This flame within would be the light out of this darkness! It would rage through him and burn with an intensity that nobody has ever seen!
"GET UP!!!"
Nicholas's eyes shot open as he felt something within ignite, not only the primal drive to continue living, but as if his spirit had somehow done the same. Nick growled and painfully sat up. He glanced down at his injuries, only to grimace at the oozing blood seeping from the gaping cuts deep against his torso and right forearm. If he did not treat them as soon as possible, then he was going to bleed out. The one in his arm seemed especially bad, likely due to a severed artery. He was going to live, so there was no other option.
Nick struggled to drag himself to the dead Hellhound Alpha. Its blood glowed white-hot in the night, defying the cold rain with its brilliance. Taking the ruined hunting knife he had before, Nicholas stabbed into the blood and kept it submerged until it glowed red. After that, Nicholas swallowed hard and clenched his teeth before pressing the blade against the wound on his right arm. Searing pain shot through his body as the blade burned into his flesh, cauterizing the wound. His screams of pain instead came out as defiant roars. Good. The pain meant he was alive, and he was going to need to summon every ounce of his will to survive this night. He then pressed the knife against his chest and growled as it cooked his flesh. He was damaging his body irreparably, but it was a small price to pay as opposed to bleeding to death.
It was then when his surroundings came into focus. There was another car behind his, and gunshots and growling in the forest. As evidenced by the duffel bag nearby, they were trying to offer him aid, but now they too were being hunted. It was time to return the favor, even if it crippled him. Nicholas reached into the bag and pulled out a Springfield XD-M .45 and a combat knife, and sprinted into the forest...
*POP POP POP*
(Devil May Cry 5 - Voltaic Black Knight - 00:18)
Miranda saw three hollowpoint rounds enter one of the hellhounds through half-inch holes, but leaving ones five times the size out the exits. Standing at the hellhound pack's flank was a battered 18-year-old boy, glowing with a pale-blue light and murder in his eyes. His right forearm and chest were burned horribly and his clothes were in tatters, but it was as if his injuries had no effect on him. This was the boy who had killed the hellhound alpha earlier, and it looked like he was intent on finishing off the rest of the pack, once and for all. The beast fell dead, and before it hit the ground, two more shots entered another beast. Nick dashed at a second, and in his other hand was a combat knife, which found its way in the base of a hellhound's skull. Nick swiftly tore the knife out and took aim with his other hand before firing into another's skull. A hellhound lunged at him, but met a powerful figment-fuelled punch to the top of its head. A loud crack rang out as the strike fractured the monster's skull, and then one hollowpoint obliterated the brain inside.
Originally posted by S121
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02/28/2020, 02:34 AM #88
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
The girl felt the singing pain as the alcohol wipe irritated her open wound, but she made no change in her expression as her wound was disinfected. She merely watched with the same curious interest as Daisuke then applied a gauze pad over the wound, keeping it fastened with tape. She flexed her waist a bit to see if the tape held true; which it did. She then poked the gauze a couple times, her eyes seemingly twinkling with interest even through her stoic gaze. She has received treatment before in the past, when her masters were particularly ruthless or were in a foul mood. But never had she received a genuine care like this before. It felt... heartwarming, though she didn't understand why.
"It feels... good." The girl uttered as she straightened up her stature for the first time since Daisuke saw her. With her body upright, she is rather tall for a young woman of her apparent age; the top of her head easily reaching up to Daisuke's nose. She was also lean and particularly muscular around her limbs and shoulders, suggesting a very strong upper body and leg strength. She had a very striking facial features; fierce eyes with naturally robust lashes with furrowed brows as if she's trying to remember something. "Thank you... er..."
The girl felt the singing pain as the alcohol wipe irritated her open wound, but she made no change in her expression as her wound was disinfected. She merely watched with the same curious interest as Daisuke then applied a gauze pad over the wound, keeping it fastened with tape. She flexed her waist a bit to see if the tape held true; which it did. She then poked the gauze a couple times, her eyes seemingly twinkling with interest even through her stoic gaze. She has received treatment before in the past, when her masters were particularly ruthless or were in a foul mood. But never had she received a genuine care like this before. It felt... heartwarming, though she didn't understand why.
"It feels... good." The girl uttered as she straightened up her stature for the first time since Daisuke saw her. With her body upright, she is rather tall for a young woman of her apparent age; the top of her head easily reaching up to Daisuke's nose. She was also lean and particularly muscular around her limbs and shoulders, suggesting a very strong upper body and leg strength. She had a very striking facial features; fierce eyes with naturally robust lashes with furrowed brows as if she's trying to remember something. "Thank you... er..."
02/29/2020, 06:57 AM #89
Ortus Woods | Outskirts
"Come on you flaming pieces of shit! Is that the best you got!?" Miranda taunted as she shot one of the Hell hounds dead center in the mouth as it leapt towards her. The shotgun's blast blowing it's brains all over the trees behind it as it fell lifeless. However this wasn't the only one there, as there was a significantly large amount of Hell Hounds surrounding her on all sides. She began to reload a couple shells she had in her pocket into her shotgun as they circled around her, cautiously waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She counted one, two, three, four, no five more Hell Hounds left.
The Hell Hounds surrounded her, snarling and growling as they watched her carefully. Both her and the Hell Hounds were simply in a state waiting for the other to make a move. This was a little more than the usual amount of Hell Hounds in a pack, however that wasn't the main focus on her mind. Rather her focus was on how much shotgun ammo she had left. She had loaded the last 3 rounds she had left into the shotgun, but there was a total of 5 Hell Hounds left. She really had to make this ammunition count. What's worse was that she was also covered in some battle wounds. Although not severe, there was a couple nasty burns on her skin from when a Hell Hound's blood splattered onto her forearm, a bite mark on her right leg, and on her stomach was 3 claw marks. She was bleeding from the wounds on her leg and stomach, but it wasn't nowhere near bad life-threatening as Nick's was. She was wishing she had taken her duffel bag with her, but it would also slowed her down... Perhaps she should resort to using her Figment, but a part of her was loving the thrill of this fight...
"I've been against worse odds you assholes! So come and get-" Miranda spoke as the sound of gunshots rang out, and almost immediately one of the Hell Hounds was rendered into nothing more than Swiss cheese as hollowpoint rounds tore through it. This made Miranda and the pack to turn their attention to the source of the gunshots, of which they saw him. Standing there with a determined look on his face was the boy she had just saw lying in the middle of the road bleeding and unconscious. Now though he was wide awake, and was ready to fight.
Without thinking the boy seemingly rushed at the rest of the pack, having shot and killed a second Hell Hound with a few more gunshots, before taking out another one with a combat knife, and then taking out another one of the beasts with a punch that was strong enough to shatter the demon's skull before finishing it off with another gunshot from a handgun that looked far to familiar to Miranda in the rain.
Before Miranda could say anything, 4 of the 5 remaining Hell Hounds were killed, leaving only one left. This one had managed to make it's way around Nick and tried to lunge at him from behind, but immediately Miranda acted with a quick shotgun blast into it's side. This didn't necessarily kill the last Hell Hound, but it did knock it down onto it's side. It's side covered in small holes from the pellets from Miranda's shotgun. It was injured and beginning to try and stand up, but was unable to due to it's injuries. As such Miranda quickly acted again and ran forward, putting another shotgun blast into the beast's side, before one final shot to finish it off....
With that the Hell Hounds were dead as Miranda stood there, looking at the dead Hell Hounds. The way they were killed was... impressive, and what was more surprising was the one who helped kill them...
Miranda turned to Nick as the Hell Hounds were dead. Rain poured overhead as she placed a hand on her side where one of the beast's had gotten her. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't anywhere near fatal. It'd heal soon. So she wasn't worried about her own injuries. Instead she was more worried for Nick. She did not know this kid, but his fighting skills were... very impressive. She already had figured he must have been a hell of a fighter judging from the dead hell hounds in the middle of the road where she found Nick. Despite his fighting skills, and decent display of strength from that punch, she was concerned for his health.
Judging by how he managed to pull off those impressive feats after moments of waking up from his horrible injuries means either one of two things. This guy is just really freaking tough naturally to survive those wounds, even with an adrenaline shot. Or something more intriguing... This man has either had a Figment, or just recently unlocked his. No matter the case, his wounds were still nasty and no matter how fast his Figment, whatever the hell it is, he still needs some kind of medical attention. Thankfully, due to him likely having a Figment, they won't need to rush to a Hospital, just get someplace safe so she can help treat his wounds.
With that in mind, she looked at him, a dead serious expression on her face as she asked.
"Hey kid, you alright there...? Looks like you're back on your feet..."
"Come on you flaming pieces of shit! Is that the best you got!?" Miranda taunted as she shot one of the Hell hounds dead center in the mouth as it leapt towards her. The shotgun's blast blowing it's brains all over the trees behind it as it fell lifeless. However this wasn't the only one there, as there was a significantly large amount of Hell Hounds surrounding her on all sides. She began to reload a couple shells she had in her pocket into her shotgun as they circled around her, cautiously waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She counted one, two, three, four, no five more Hell Hounds left.
The Hell Hounds surrounded her, snarling and growling as they watched her carefully. Both her and the Hell Hounds were simply in a state waiting for the other to make a move. This was a little more than the usual amount of Hell Hounds in a pack, however that wasn't the main focus on her mind. Rather her focus was on how much shotgun ammo she had left. She had loaded the last 3 rounds she had left into the shotgun, but there was a total of 5 Hell Hounds left. She really had to make this ammunition count. What's worse was that she was also covered in some battle wounds. Although not severe, there was a couple nasty burns on her skin from when a Hell Hound's blood splattered onto her forearm, a bite mark on her right leg, and on her stomach was 3 claw marks. She was bleeding from the wounds on her leg and stomach, but it wasn't nowhere near bad life-threatening as Nick's was. She was wishing she had taken her duffel bag with her, but it would also slowed her down... Perhaps she should resort to using her Figment, but a part of her was loving the thrill of this fight...
"I've been against worse odds you assholes! So come and get-" Miranda spoke as the sound of gunshots rang out, and almost immediately one of the Hell Hounds was rendered into nothing more than Swiss cheese as hollowpoint rounds tore through it. This made Miranda and the pack to turn their attention to the source of the gunshots, of which they saw him. Standing there with a determined look on his face was the boy she had just saw lying in the middle of the road bleeding and unconscious. Now though he was wide awake, and was ready to fight.
Without thinking the boy seemingly rushed at the rest of the pack, having shot and killed a second Hell Hound with a few more gunshots, before taking out another one with a combat knife, and then taking out another one of the beasts with a punch that was strong enough to shatter the demon's skull before finishing it off with another gunshot from a handgun that looked far to familiar to Miranda in the rain.
Before Miranda could say anything, 4 of the 5 remaining Hell Hounds were killed, leaving only one left. This one had managed to make it's way around Nick and tried to lunge at him from behind, but immediately Miranda acted with a quick shotgun blast into it's side. This didn't necessarily kill the last Hell Hound, but it did knock it down onto it's side. It's side covered in small holes from the pellets from Miranda's shotgun. It was injured and beginning to try and stand up, but was unable to due to it's injuries. As such Miranda quickly acted again and ran forward, putting another shotgun blast into the beast's side, before one final shot to finish it off....
With that the Hell Hounds were dead as Miranda stood there, looking at the dead Hell Hounds. The way they were killed was... impressive, and what was more surprising was the one who helped kill them...
Miranda turned to Nick as the Hell Hounds were dead. Rain poured overhead as she placed a hand on her side where one of the beast's had gotten her. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't anywhere near fatal. It'd heal soon. So she wasn't worried about her own injuries. Instead she was more worried for Nick. She did not know this kid, but his fighting skills were... very impressive. She already had figured he must have been a hell of a fighter judging from the dead hell hounds in the middle of the road where she found Nick. Despite his fighting skills, and decent display of strength from that punch, she was concerned for his health.
Judging by how he managed to pull off those impressive feats after moments of waking up from his horrible injuries means either one of two things. This guy is just really freaking tough naturally to survive those wounds, even with an adrenaline shot. Or something more intriguing... This man has either had a Figment, or just recently unlocked his. No matter the case, his wounds were still nasty and no matter how fast his Figment, whatever the hell it is, he still needs some kind of medical attention. Thankfully, due to him likely having a Figment, they won't need to rush to a Hospital, just get someplace safe so she can help treat his wounds.
With that in mind, she looked at him, a dead serious expression on her face as she asked.
"Hey kid, you alright there...? Looks like you're back on your feet..."
03/06/2020, 03:39 AM #90
Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs
Daisuke was pleased with his handiwork.As while crude, the first aid he had applied to the woman was very good enough. After the woman confirmed that she's feeling a lot better now, Daisuke just smirked before giving a rather big yawn.It was clear that he was tired just by looking at him. From the dark circles under his eyes, and his general posture as he slumped against the side of his bed, he was definitely exhausted. After all, who wouldn't after his day? He had prepare breakfast and make sure his mother was awake and ready for work, then he had a long and frustrating day at school, with Leon calling him shortly after he had gotten home because of some stupid mess that Leon got himself into, and then finally having to run through a storm before bumping into this super model of a woman.
Safe to say he was a bit more than tired, especially with how his clock showed that it was well after midnight.
It took a moment for Daisuke to even realize that the woman was asking for his name, as he was too busy looking at his clock in an almost trance like state. Thankfully it didn't take much for Daisuke to slowly turn to the stranger of a woman standing in his room. "Huh...? Oh, yeah... I didn't introduce myself. The name's Daisuke Sato. Guess I forgot to mention that during everything else tonight..." He replied in a tired tone as he stretched his neck a bit. "And you?"
Daisuke was pleased with his handiwork.As while crude, the first aid he had applied to the woman was very good enough. After the woman confirmed that she's feeling a lot better now, Daisuke just smirked before giving a rather big yawn.It was clear that he was tired just by looking at him. From the dark circles under his eyes, and his general posture as he slumped against the side of his bed, he was definitely exhausted. After all, who wouldn't after his day? He had prepare breakfast and make sure his mother was awake and ready for work, then he had a long and frustrating day at school, with Leon calling him shortly after he had gotten home because of some stupid mess that Leon got himself into, and then finally having to run through a storm before bumping into this super model of a woman.
Safe to say he was a bit more than tired, especially with how his clock showed that it was well after midnight.
It took a moment for Daisuke to even realize that the woman was asking for his name, as he was too busy looking at his clock in an almost trance like state. Thankfully it didn't take much for Daisuke to slowly turn to the stranger of a woman standing in his room. "Huh...? Oh, yeah... I didn't introduce myself. The name's Daisuke Sato. Guess I forgot to mention that during everything else tonight..." He replied in a tired tone as he stretched his neck a bit. "And you?"