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"You scaley fuck!"
Three hours. Three hours, she'd been diving through foliage, leaping over fallen trees, and dodging the massive tail that swept perilously back and forth before her as she chased the massive beast. It wasn't supposed to go like this. She'd originally just decided to hunt deer, a nice, easy catch that would have kept her fed for days, if not a full week. She'd managed to take down a pretty good-sized buck with the makeshift spear she'd thrown together after her morning training. Just as she'd started to approach the fallen cervine, however, a huge Paozusaurus had emerged from the forest and snatched her kill up right from in front of her. Of course, she couldn't have that. She'd grabbed her spear from the forest floor and immediately given pursuit.
"I don't even care if you taste like shit, I am going to savor every bite!"
And so what had become a three-hour-long chase began; the beast had started out confident, believing that Lamashtu would be easy prey. One well-placed uppercut and a near-broken jaw later, and the saurian had decided that maybe discretion is the better part of valor, and tried to escape the five feet of condensed rage and hunger that it had managed to draw the attention of. A decision that, thus far, was not working out for it. Not at all. While the carnivorous kaiju didn't have to worry about such mundane things as trees and natural obstacles, the smaller (but much, much angrier) Lamashtu certainly did. She may have been faster than the beast, but since she had to focus so much attention on not being smacked around by falling trees and that rapidly swinging tail, it had become a battle of attrition to see whose stamina would last.
"We are persistence hunters! It's what my species is made for! I swear to Gaea I'm going to enjoy this!"
A battle that the dinosaur was slowly but surely losing. Another five minutes, ten at the very most, and the furious Earthling would be able to catch up, and fell the beast with her spear. One of the hardest meals she'd ever earned, no doubt, but one that she'd relish. She knew that it was just following its instincts, taking the easy prey when it could, but having been plagued by dark thoughts all morning had left her with little mercy to spare for mindless predators. That beast was lunch.
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Last Edit: Apr 26, 2018 20:40:18 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Hasenya was having a pretty quiet day, for once. The weather was nice, and she hadn't encountered anymore murderous Majins or angry Saiyans that had a thing for cunt punting young girls. Not that she looked young, after her recent arrival. The girl was pale and sickly, and hopelessly skinny. Her height did nothing to help her frame look healthy, and she couldn't help but be too aware of these things at times. Today though, she wasn't feeling too self-conscious. She was sitting quietly in nature, minding her own business and taking her sweet old time looking for this timeline's Hisashi. It was a wonderful change of scenery from the usual ruined cities or dead landscapes she had initially searched through, aside from the single time she had combed through the Eastern Isles. A combing that didn't end well, for sure. This experience with Earth's wilderness would be different and much better, she could feel it in her gut. Today just had to be an okay day for once, right?
When she heard distant thundering steps and the intense rustling of trees, Hasenya knew that some Kaioshin somewhere above had taken one look at her silly little hopes for a decent day and took a big hot divine dookie all over it. Wouldn't be the first time, but she'd be damned if it weren't disappointing even after the hundredth time. Just when she had gotten time to take her shirt off and let her scars breathe, too. The hybrid carefully got to her feet and placed her hands on her hips, rolling her neck to one side and letting out an irritated huff. Those crashing booms were getting closer, but she couldn't quite tell their distance or from what direction they came from until a large shadow crept over her, causing a noticeable enough change in lighting that the Elemi looked back over her shoulder just in time to see a large dinosaur foot about to come down on her as if she were some kinda unnoticed lego block, how rude.
When she was 'crushed', her body exploded into a cloud of smoke and hot embers, then traveled upwards to linger in the air above the rude dinosaur and the angry witch-hobbit that was going after it like it was the last thing she would do. Hasenya slowly put herself back together, thanking the Kais for her defunct physiology, at the very least. Of course now she was behind the two, looking quite irritated and hoping that the massive blast of hot smoke that had hit the dinosaur's entire front half would ruin it's day. 'Cause if that lady didn't catch it, she was gonna carve it up with Excalibur and eat it for dinner.
The sudden burning sensation beneath one foot, accompanied by the cloud of smoldering ash and ember rising around it, was more than enough to cause the huge saurian to falter in its steps. Rhythm ruined, it stumbled and tripped over its own two feet, falling forward into the ground with a deafening crash. The ground rumbled, birds took flight from their perches, and 'angry witch-hobbits' let out a triumphant screech. Lamashtu thanked whatever deity was looking out for her today, and leapt off of one of the many fallen trees littering the forest floor with a mighty war-cry, holding her spear above her head.
"Ah-HA!"
Mid-leap, the Earthling's ponytail came loose from the leather strap binding it. She looked almost Amazonian, with raven locks streaming behind her and a feral grin baring her teeth; an image made even more impressive by the monstrous 'prey' she fell upon. Thrusting out, the sharpened tip of her spear pierced the scaled hide of the dinosaur with barely any resistance. She jammed it further, piercing the beast's windpipe, before twisting and yanking it out, allowing its lifeblood to spill freely. A humane death, and one far kinder than what she'd wanted to do, given the state and mood that she was in. With her meal secured, and no larger predators within range of her senses, the tanned woman allowed herself to slide off of the beast's body and onto the forest floor with a heaving, long-suffering sigh. At last. She'd spent way too long hunting the beast, and now she'd have to spend even more time preparing to actually eat. This would probably end up eating into her afternoon training and meditation.
"You oughta last me way longer than that puny dear you nabbed from me," she said to the dead carnivore, tapping the butt of her spear against it. "I guess in the end I should thank you. Between your meat for meals and your hide for tanning and curing, you're gonna keep me fed and clothed for a long time, pal."
Having caught her breath, she jammed her spear into the ground upright, to avoid the spearhead dulling in the earth, and plucked a wicked-looking curved knife from her belt. A creature this size would take a long time to skin properly, so she supposed she'd better get to work now. She was just thankful that there was a good-sized stream nearby; she'd passed it while on her chase. She'd be able to wash the blood off there. Of course, she slid her shirt off first. Best avoid getting that bloody if she could.
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Last Edit: Apr 26, 2018 21:30:52 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Hasenya shielded her eyes just a bit as she approached from the air, where she had easily kept pace with the stumbling dino. If she had learned anything from her cousin, it was to absolutely not approach dangerous women who were in the middle of undressing. Whether it were just their overshirt, pants, or some other irrelevant garment that didn't leave the person in question naked. She'd suffered one too many nasty bruises on the head to not fall into the habit of covering her eyes. This seemingly normal Earth woman.. at least, normal in terms of power had really given that thing a chase. Hasenya figured she must have saved a lot of time with the way she popped like an illegal firework right under its heel and utterly ruined its day- rather, the rest of it's then shortened life. Honestly made her wonder if they wasted their time with dinosaurs up in the afterlife.
The hybrid had approached thinking that this crazy witch-hobbit just might have been Hisashi, but when she caught a better look at her she was able to remind herself of three things. Hisashi was not tanned, did not have black hair, and was nowhere near as.. sculpted, for lack of better wording that didn't sound suggestive. She may have taken after her cousin, but she wasn't about to ogle at some random woman, regardless of the amount of curves and strong features you could slap onto them. Being fairly lacking in self confidence helped this self control, for sure. "Dinosaur armor and handmade spears.. That's pretty metal of you, but I don't think you'll find much use for them in a modern age. This a tradition thing, or aesthetic?" Hasenya inquired with a hand still held over her eyes. She could choose not to be rude in one way, but then be joking and sarcastic in another. Definitely less that she had manners, and more that she wasn't looking to get cunt punt by a shorter woman again. Powerhouse or not, that hurt like all Hell.
Years of survival training and a lack of social grace probably contributed greatly to Lamashtu's immediate reaction upon hearing a voice behind her. That is, she spun around on her heel and immediately threw the knife in her hand in the general vicinity of the voice's owner, though her aim was off (but only just). After taking a moment to gather her wits, and upon realizing that this new person wasn't a threat at the moment, the shortstack planted both hands on her hips and looked Hasenya up and down. She didn't seem at all affected by her snark. She didn't even bother trying to hide the fact that she was openly and brazenly judging her, eyes freely roaming from her white hair, down her lithe form, to her feet. She barely lingered for a moment on the visible burn scars. With a nod that held a certain finality to it, the woman turned her back to Hasenya and walked over to the dinosaur's tail.
"You'll do."
The Earthling planted her feet a good distance apart, then knelt down and grasped the end of that monster's tail in both hands. With nary a sign of exertion, she stood, lifting the tail and slinging it over one shoulder. She took a breath and steadied herself; she then blinked. Her one-eyed gaze then swung back to Hasenya and fixed her with an incredulous stare, as if surprised to see her still hovering there, her own eyes covered.
"Well?" She asked, her voice a healthy mix of impatience and annoyance. "The hell are you waiting for? Get th'fuck over here and help me haul this thing, y'crispy critter."
Okay. Maybe her snark had bothered her a little bit.
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Last Edit: Apr 26, 2018 22:23:51 GMT -5 by lamashtu
Hasenya quirked a brow, folding her arms and lowering herself to the ground, staring at this strange woman while she.. did whatever it was weird crazy witch-hobbits did. Which was apparently giving her the ole' once over. Hasenya wouldn't have expected such a thing before coming back to the past. Maybe in her old, and far more attractive state, sure. But this woman must've been in the woods for far too long to be giving her the kinds of looks she did. When she finally spoke, Hasenya damn near jumped out of her skin. Honestly, she hadn't expected this woman to speak the same language as her. "I'll.. do?" She repeated, furrowing her brow at all the things this implied. But of course all her assumptions would go right out the window as she went over to the tail of the big lug that had ruined her day and made it clear what she wanted.
The Elemi sneered, almost tempted to torch the entire dinosaur carcass there and then with one well-aimed blast of hot ash. "Do I look like a pack mule? I don't live off dinosaur like some weirdo barbarian, do the work yourself. It's your catch." She stated plainly, sneering at the woman and letting out a huff. If she wanted to be bossed around, she would be hanging out with her aunt, and not crazy witch-hobbits.
Lamashtu stood there for a moment, still eyeing the mouthy little shit that had taken it upon herself to crack some sass at the wildling. She dropped the tail to the ground and dusted her hands off, before marching right up to the now-grounded Hasenya and meeting her gaze with a quirked brow of her own. Admittedly, this required her to look up a fair way, due to the height difference between the two.
"Judgin' from the way y'look," she drawled, her voice thick with barely-veiled amusement, "you don't live off of much of anything. Don't they feed you brats in whatever slicked-up city you hail from?"
Each word, dripping with venom and sarcasm, was punctuated with a firm poke, nearly a jab, to the Elemi's ribs. It would seem that the Earthling had no problem pointing out the obvious physical issues her conversation partner was suffering from, though to be honest being indirectly referred to as a barbarian had probably started a little fire in the woman's belly.
"Doesn't matter. You're here, so you'll either help or you're irrelevant. I'm Lamashtu, by the way. Y'can call me Ash." She snorts, thumbing her nose for a moment before turning away. "Shit, only reason 'm'talkin' to you in the first place is on account'a how ill you look. Nice hot meal'd probably do you some good. Nothin' wrong with a little dino-steak. High in protein. Sticks to your ribs. Plus, you can't say it wouldn't be fresh. So c'mon. You can bitch and moan all you want about how unfair and rude I am while we're hauling it."
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Last Edit: Apr 27, 2018 0:03:00 GMT -5 by lamashtu
"At least a slicked-up city is better prepared for a demon or Saiyan attack. You couldn't even catch a normal ass dinosaur on your own without me givin' it a big fat mouthful of lung cancer." Hasenya growled softly, leaning forward a bit to look down at Lamashtu, as to emphasize her next words. "You're one to judge when you're a midget livin' in a forest, lady." She added on, raising a finger to put the tip against Lamashtu's forehead and shove. Auntie Tomina didn't raise little bitches, so she wasn't about to be discouraged that easily. Though she had to admit, being able to go back and forth with someone that wasn't her aunt was pretty fun. So maybe lending a hand wouldn't be such a bad idea, if it meant more conversation like that.
"Well, I've done too much already to go and let myself become irrelevant, so I suppose I can do that. Not to say I'll be taking you up on that steak, but I've got nothing better to do than haul dead dinosaurs around." Hasenya shrugged after standing up straight. "And I ain't sick. If I were sick, I'd be better off curled up inside and not outside getting stomped on by pussyfooting dinosaurs. But what the Hell is your obsession with my rips? Not like you can see 'em through my shi-.." She cut herself off, her gaze downwards at her own chest as she only barely sucked in her gut. She couldn't see her ribs all the way down, but she could see 'em poking through her shirt. "Okay, maybe you're half right. And if we're gonna be exchanging names and all that, mines Hasenya."
She wasn't quite sure how a conversation that shouldn't devolved into the exchange of blows got to be like it was now, but it might be more entertaining than what it could have been had she decided to persist in being uncooperative. The skin and bones hybrid went over to the tail, going ahead of Ash and crouching down putting both arms underneath the dead creatures tail and putting it up over her shoulder just like Ash had been doing earlier.
The words 'demon attack' had an immediate and visible effect on the Earthling's attitude. Her posture stiffened, her jaw clenched, and her one gleaming green eye hardened. She said nothing for a time, stalking over and grabbing onto the tail as well, then angling herself back the way she came with the massive corpse in tow. After nearly a full minute of silence, the scarred woman finally spoke.
"A forest or waste has no reason for a demon to be attacking it to begin with," she bit out. Whatever facetious accent she'd been putting on was gone, her tone clipped and curt. "And if you believe a city would be better prepared, then I believe you may wish to tell the residents of East City that."
A heartbeat passes.
"Aa. That's right. You can't. They're dead. Buried beneath several hundred tons of stone and rebar, crushed or bled out or fucking torched," she hissed between her teeth. She knew it wasn't exactly fair of her to inflict her temper on this skinny brat, but the stark and sudden reminder of what had happened touched a raw nerve. She walked on in silence for another minute or so, before exhaling softly. No. No, it wouldn't do to alienate the first hum--... well. The first contact she'd had with another person in who knows how many months.
"I'm sorry. My family was there. The only reason I'm still alive is because I am a, ah." She shot another one of her animalistic grins over her shoulder at Hasenya. "Midget living in a forest."
She shifted the weight of the tail on her shoulder, more than a little surprised that her new companion was capable of hauling her fair share of the weight.
"So. Hasenya. If forest-livin' is so beneath you, what brings you out to my neck o'th'woods?" Ah. There it was. The accent was back.
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Last Edit: Apr 27, 2018 0:40:16 GMT -5 by lamashtu
"Not immediately, it doesn't. Attacking cities and towns is just the first step, and then they burn everything else. It doesn't really matter what I tell them, because in the end without a proper defender, everyone will die." Hasenya hadn't expected that sorta talk out of this tree midget, but if the attack on East City had really been that bad, she would much rather not let this lady have any false hope about the what ifs. She knew more than most people that fantasies like that would lead to a lot of self-loathing and trying to pin the blame on others. She let those few moments pass without another word of retaliation. If she were to speak again, she would choose to do it a little more carefully. Hasenya wasn't one to assume what a person had been through, but that scar on Lamashtu's face already told her a few things. She was no stranger to scars, after all. Besides, it was much easier to make sure she was keeping an even pace with the so-called midget when she wasn't fixated on bitching and whining.
When Lamashu grinned back at her and made her statement, she couldn't help but to snort and then chuckle. "If there's anyone to blame for that, it's anyone claiming themselves to be this planets defenders. Everybody was so unprepared for the demons that there was no hope.. Unless a change is made, or someone magically gets their hands on some glowing orange balls, we'll all be fucked soon enough.. 'suming we don't go planet hopping. I'm sure I will, but I can't assume you're not the type to go down with the ship."
Being somebody who lugged around a claymore all day, dragging this dinosaur along over her shoulder wasn't a real big deal and hunger made for a damn good motivator. "Was looking for a woman. Lil' younger than me, probably wielding a katana and wearing some strangely fancy clothing for someone living like a hermit. White hair, likes to wear a lot of red. Not related to me, mind you. She hasn't got any sass in her." Hasenya had never seen the younger version of Hisashi, but she was certain what she managed to come up with would be close enough. Hisashi didn't exactly blend in with her surroundings.
'Go down with the ship'. There's an interesting concept. The thought actually gave Lamashtu pause; would she? If no hope remained, and her planet was to fall into ruin or be totally destroyed, would she abandon her beloved wilderness and flee to another world? Continue training there, or even start over, a new life on a new planet?
... Could she bring herself to? A year ago, the answer would have been an immediate no. Leave behind Earth? Her family? Now, though, her ties were a little less... concrete. All she really cared about was the end-game. Her revenge.
"The planet's defenders." The scarred woman's voice positively dripped with contempt. "Fancy title claimed by a bunch of puffed-up self-important twats, if you ask me."
Grumbling all the while, Lamashtu led Hasenya and their kill (for it really was 'their' kill, if the taller woman's words about inadvertently helping were true) into a clearing. It wasn't a particularly large one, but there was enough space for the dinosaur, a bit of work room, and a spot for the campfire she planned on building. Without a word, Lamashtu dropped the tail and started gathering dead brush and tinder, piling it nearby.
"Can't say I've encountered anyone matchin' that description I'm afraid. But then, I don't really encounter much of anyone out this far. You're the first conversation outside of my own self I've had in months. Plus, I think I'd remember seein' someone like that." She barked a rather harsh laugh and knelt by the brushpile, striking her knife against a piece of flint in an attempt to spark a fire.
"Especially if her sword is as foul-tempered as the one you're haulin' around," she added, almost as an afterthought as she worked.
"You're not entirely wrong, though I'm leaning towards more being in a hundred percent agreement with you there. What people need is to be a little more vigilant and on top of things, rather than treating the Earth's defense like a game.. Some way to kill time. It's not. It's a full time commitment, and even with that mindset, you can find yourself a couple of planets short of a whole universe." Hasenya mumbled. She really needed to be more careful when she got to talking like this- She didn't like to think about what happened the last time she got too in depth about her timeline. It was embarrassing, and even just thinking about it made her face feel a little heated.
The Elemi rolled her shoulder when she was finally able to let the tail flop onto the ground. 'Damn, I'm stiff.' She thought to herself with a quiet grumble, and then a sigh. "Hah. Foul-tempered is a bit of an understatement when talking about her sword-.. Wait, what?" She had only just then processed what Lamashtu had said to her. Hasenya furrowed her brow, turning to face towards the Earthling and placing her hands on her hips. "Were you being serious just now, or making a reference to the size of it?" She asked, raising her brow and tilting her head. "If Excalibur were in any kind of mood, I would be the first to know.. Not some stranger she hasn't ever met." She added, as if offended by the idea that her lifelong companion of a weapon would dare talk to somebody other than her. Especially when it had been giving her the silent treatment.
Hasenya's attitude made Lamashtu blink owlishly for a moment, taken aback. That grin stretched her lips again, and she turned to face the taller woman once the fire had started. Oh, this was an interesting development. The way that Hasenya spoke of this weapon, this 'Excalibur', made it sound like it wasn't just sentient, but full-on sapient. As if the weapon, or whatever inhabited the blade, could communicate in more than just flashes of emotion. How fascinating.
"So her name's Excalibur, eh? Y'mean to tell me y'can't feel that? I mean, s'not exactly talking, per se, but somethin' has your big'n there in a right snit. Frustration, annoyance, and..." She furrowed her brow, before actually giggling. Not the harsh laugh from moments ago, but a proper, feminine giggle. Downright unnerving, that. "Ah. So it.. she's.. tired. What did you do, to drain a spirit like that? That's impressive. They don't get tired like mortals do. It would take some fundamentally absurd feat to exhaust them."
She seemed to give the question some thought, once more looking Hasenya up and down. Pursing her lips, she turned away and plucked a second, equally-nasty looking knife from her belt. She cursed under her breath, remembering that she'd thrown the first one at Hasenya when she'd startled her. The curved blade slid easily into the hide of the dinosaur, and she began slicing large strips from its skin, revealing the flesh and muscle beneath.
"I take it back," was all she said. "I don't really think I want to know after all. Tell me more about this woman you're after. Why is it so important that you find her?"
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Last Edit: Apr 27, 2018 7:06:47 GMT -5 by lamashtu
"I, uh.. I would tell you, but then I'm already pushing my luck with the gods and I'm not too keen on the idea being erased from existence- y'know, funny thing about the gods while we're on the topic of them." Hasenya bent forward and then plopped down on her rear, as to avoid shoving Excalibur into the ground on accident. "I've only ever gotten in contact with one, and it wasn't directly personal, but I could very much see and hear this fuck. Probably the craziest and most insane individual I had seen in my entire life. Hell, for a bunch of divine and not-so-divine jerks, some of them aren't on par with some of these mortal fighters.. Some of them. There's this particularly scary one that supposedly can take one look at you and your planet and just.. gone." She made a motion with her hands as if to further emphasize. Just, poof. "I probably should've asked you about your beliefs, but knowing all what I just said I have to wonder.. If Earth were so important, why are we being double penetrated by demons and angry monkey men?"
That should do for a proper subject change. One that would come away from Excalibur, and Hasenya's origins. Religion could be one Hell of a distraction, and would likely give Hasenya an idea of how people from this time approached the subject of Kais and Gods of Destruction. Of course, before that, she would have to come up with some fake explanation for why she was looking for Hisashi. Easy-peasy, wouldn't have been the first time. "She's a relative of mine. Been out here for far too long and I'm afraid of what's happening to the planet, so I was looking to hop on a ship and take her far away. Though I'm beginning to suspect she's already left on her own." That would do. It sounded solid enough, and considering they both had white hair and red eyes it was almost too perfect.
Despite what Hasenya may think, Lamashtu wasn't dumb. The woman could spot the attempted subject change immediately; the lack of subtlety was real. She was about to call her out on it, but something made her stop. She showed no sign of her brief moment of hesitation, instead choosing to work on in silence, continuing to strip the hide off of the colossal dinosaur. She was meticulous in her work, no motion wasted, and carefully lay each bloody piece of hide face-up so that it wouldn't get twigs, dirt, or other forest detritus stuck in it.
"Hmm." She smiled a little, eyeing the work she'd done so far. This'll do for now. She should start gathering water and bark, to start curing the hide, after she scraped the gore off of it. The meat would keep until she decided to cook. For now, though...
"So which is it, exactly?" The scarred woman said, her voice low. "Not ten minutes ago you were adamantly assuring me that this woman is of no relation to you. And now, in nearly the same breath, you tell me you hunt her because she is family. I am no scholar, I admit, but that whole story smacks of practiced lies." She turned to face Hasenya, still gripping the bloody knife loosely in her right hand.
"You don't owe me anything, obviously. I don't expect you to spill secrets. But if you're going to make the effort of lying to me, I would appreciate it if you'd actually keep your lies straight, girl."
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