December Catch-All [Semi Open]

[muitenpen]

Who: Mahito, Dito, Allen, open to more threads
What: Catch-All post
When: Throughout December
Where: Wherever

Content Warnings: None yet. Violence and body horror are likely. Will update as needed.


Just closed starters inside so far, but will write more on request. Feel free to reach me on discord (osoroshia#9810) or my plotting post if you'd like one!

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Closed to Dito

[muitenpen]

[Despite a new world and a presumably new life, some things don't really change. The same pointlessness of it all is a given. The eventual message calling for backup, though... Seems like there's just no getting out of work!

The circumstances are different, of course. With no sorcerers involved, a hunt can truly be for fun, and handled in his own way. As long as one condition's met, at least. So on reaching the chosen point to regroup at, and seeing Dito face to face once more, the friendliness he'd wrote back with is dropped in favour of a more honest show of his enthusiasm.]

If any of them are tough, this time, you should stand back. I don't really feel like sharing.

[syncopathic]

[A man after his own heart. Fighting and killing are pretty much two of the rare things that Dito can conjure up enough energy to indulge in without complaints. He shrugs at Mahito's warning, slipping his spear out from the sheath attached to his back and checking the blade for sharpness.]

I'm not in the habit of waitin' in the wings for this sort of thing, so you'd better give me a good show, all right? An' if I happen to steal any of your kills it's your fault for not being quick enough.

[muitenpen]

[The weapon draws more interest than the returned banter. While there's no question that it's not a cursed tool, having any amount of confidence while still relying on it does suggest there's something special to it. Maybe not the best idea in a world where damage is reflected back, unless this preparation is a signal that the strange effect has ended. He could test it. He could attack this supposed teammate just to see what happens. As for whether he will or not...

The intent's only shown in an agreeable smile, as if to the words alone.]

There's no harm in some competition. I'll have to finish up before you can try.

[With that said, a glance around suggests he's ready to get started.]

So do we have a plan? Their numbers? Their hideout? [No, even if it's only smalltalk, those things have probably put aside that senseless limitation.] I won't judge if you were hoping we'd let loose and kill whatever we feel like, instead.

[syncopathic]

Heh. Don't speed through it too quickly. True art takes time to create, after all.

[Dito's spear is sufficiently sharpened, though he always knew it would be. As long as the spear had fresh blood to feast on it would never grow dull. He chuckles at Mahito's questions, rolling his shoulders in a flippant shrug.]

Do I look like a man who plans things? Let's just open up a path of our own by opening up a few of these sad sacks, yeah?

[muitenpen]

Right, right. Can't complain if I get to do it my way.

[Maybe it's still habit, expecting those who want his help to have directions for him as well. But why? He's free here, the joy of it showing across his features as he starts off-- away from what people would call "safety" and through to a forest that holds that faint sort of light that others can't see. The kind that spreads out from souls, giving away the position of even those otherwise obscured. And the kind that makes hunting interesting.

Because they're human souls in there, aren't they? Humans that they're free to kill without the slightest consequence. ... Or at least toy with, as the curse holds back on his first strike as a test, only disfiguring his target before jumping back to watch how the damage spreads.

So it doesn't reflect on to him anymore.

Then with a quick look towards where Dito should have followed along, though not fully ignoring his prey,]

This one's still mine! But don't worry. It looks like it has some friends.

[syncopathic]

You don't have to spell it out for me, Bluey. I have eyes.

[There's an actual reason for Dito's bitchiness this time around. The reflective curse has been a particular thorn in his side ever since he'd discovered it a month ago. Nothing took the fun out of his favorite hobby more than realizing that whatever he did to his victims was delivered back upon him. He's cautious even now, running alongside Mahito with his spear at the ready and setting his sights upon a beast to the right of the other man's target.

His moves are as preternaturally quick as they've always been, though his opening attack is decidedly unimpressive-- a few searching blows with the flat of his spear against the creature's face and body before ducking out of the way of its claws. No pain; not even the feeling of kinetic force behind the blow.

Has the curse truly been lifted?

Dito hastens a glance over at Mahito, seeing the man busy with his own victim-- toying with it as a cat would a mouse or a wounded bird-- and calls to him.]

Hey! You Vileblood, by chance?

[muitenpen]

[That speed is impressive, enough for predatory instincts to have it capture Mahito's full attention. It looks like that guy could hit harder if he really meant to. It's a shame, almost, that he doesn't. But then, an explanation. Right, if they're the same, that would--

not exactly change the situation they've put themselves in, as the same beast he'd experimented on tries to retaliate. Catching the cursed spirit off guard does allow it to hit, only to be brushed aside as a second wave of his technique finishes the job.

Neither the injury-- already gone-- nor the creature more or less exploding behind him seem to lessen his interest in what he's learnt.]

Will you judge me if I am? We're the same, after all. So you'd better stop holding back, now, too.

[syncopathic]

What, I can't take the opportunity to get to know my hunting partner?

[The grin on Dito's face indicates that he's being facetious, and it doesn't waver when he returns his attention to his quarry. Dito almost lazily parries a particularly powerful swipe, using the creature's momentum to drive his spear into its chest.

For a split second he waits, searching for the inevitable pain of an injury directed back to him-- and his smile turns savage when he feels nothing. Nothing but the resistance of flesh struggling around the piercing blade of his weapon, grotesque and unpleasant and strangely erotic. Nothing but the cruel thrill of the hunt quickening his heart and causing excited chills to run up his thighs.]

Heh. HehehehehehehehehAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Cackling with cruel glee, Dito tears the spear out of the beast, moving his body in one fluid motion to duck out of the way of its counterattack. The bear-like creature is quick, but Dito is quicker, driving the point of the spear into its leg over and over and over again in a series of quick cruel jabs before it has a chance to recover itself.

The monster's stance falters; the pulverized muscles of its leg unable to hold its weight. With a low growl of rage and pain it sinks to one knee, its vocalization-- and its life-- quickly cut short by the spearhead punching cruelly through the bottom of its jaw.

Dito utters a breathy, shuddering moan of satisfaction before withdrawing his weapon.]

God it feels so good to be able to do this again!