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Hasenya wasn't like a decent Kami or nothing when it came to watching over planetary events, but she could turn into a damned cloud of smoldering ash and move about far more freely than most people could. Of course somehow she always seemed to have Lamashtu on her tail, even if she were to slip up into the trees and dematerialize completely into harmless smoke. She had to hand it to the angry little witch-hobbit, she knew how to keep up, much to the dismay of the easily flustered Elemi. Lamashtu wasn't bad company though, when she wasn't poking to see if she could find new and more entertaining buttons to press, and Hasenya was so fixated on making sure she knew where the huntress was at all times so much that she was hardly able to focus on her numerous negative headspaces for too long. What was that? Oh, Hasenya regrets this thing? Bam! Lamashtu on your ass. 24/7, without breaks. Unless it's the bathroom or sleeping, obviously.
..Now that she thought about it though, she wasn't so sure about bathroom breaks.
That aside, while lingering about as a cloud, she caught news of the strangest thing she had heard about since coming to this timeline. A bug of all things had blown up a substation close to the shore. Now, Hasenya wasn't an entomologist or anything, but there was only one kind of insect that could cause that kind of destruction and panic. The idea that it could be her gave Hasenya cold chills all over the place. Twenty years into the past, though.. Maybe she could handle it and solve that long lasting problem before it could ever begin. There was still the issue of some unknown entity devouring all life within the universe, but until she knew the origin and identity of it, she would pull at the smaller and more easily accessible weeds to get to the core of the problem. Of course, she would be vague about it when telling Lamashtu that it was something she was going to go check out. If she followed, just like usual, she wouldn't try to stop her.
Today was supposed to be business, not fun. But knowing her own luck, she was in for some whacky situation that would end with her going to sleep with a throbbing headache. Leave it to a downer like Hasenya to make even the thought of going to sleep depressing. "Right, so, guess we're gonna check out this bug." Hasenya stated plainly, having been silent just then as she had ran that little summary through her mind trying to calm herself down and to make sense of the situation. She was already on her way there, sure to have a certain Earthling in tow. She wasn't trying to take advantage of her defunct physiology to get away from her anymore. This situation had her feeling on edge and paranoid- Duvainel was nothing to be calm about. She couldn't be sure it was her in particular, but the idea that a monster like that could be roaming around terrorizing the populace when the demons are already causing enough trouble made her want to bend over and puke into the nearby bushes from anxiety. She wouldn't so easily admit it, but Lamashtu was a blessing to have in this situation. Extra firepower was nice, and if the lil' forest-living shit could stab dinosaurs she could sure as Hell stab insects.
Base PL: 14,091 Items:Medium WC (-50%) Thread PL: 7,045
Aforementioned Earthling came to a stop, hovering just above and behind her reluctant companion. She was beginning to grow a little more comfortable with regular usage of her abilities; a year ago, she would have been loathe to even admit to possessing them. At least she'd managed to get through the mental block that had essentially required her to pray aloud to various gods before activating them. She still did, in her head, but the difference in activation times was so great that it didn't matter.
Of course, part of that was thanks to Hasenya. Seeing the ease with which the woman flew and moved, compared to what had been her own awkward skill, had spurred her to start experimenting. Hasenya didn't have to pray the way she did. Why should she? It took a lot of mental gymnastics, but in the end, she was successful. Now, she could take flight in a moment, rather than within a handful of seconds. It had made one hell of a difference, in her training methods. Now she spent as much time in the air as she could, growing accustomed to the feeling.
Which led to her being much, much more capable of following the slippery little Elemi whenever she pulled her smokey little vanishing act. She'd nearly lost her, the first time, but once she had begun to recognize the scent, the specific smell of that 'ability', it had become almost too easy.
So easy, in fact, that she'd started popping up whenever Hasenya had seemed a little too engrossed in her own thoughts, ensuring that she knew she was never too far behind. Keeping her distracted seemed to have done wonders for the girl's disposition; she didn't even seem to have to stifle her urge to draw steel everytime Lamashtu spoke, now. A minor improvement, but an improvement nonetheless.
"A bug." Lamashtu's response was equally flat, almost disbelieving. The scarred woman had even less in the way of formal education than most, but she did know nature. When Hasenya had mentioned something about an entire substation being destroyed by a bug, Lamashtu had envisioned a vast swarm, of locusts or perhaps something larger, flying into and clogging some sort of machine and causing a catastrophic explosion. The more she heard, though, the more it sounded like one specimen. That didn't sound like any kind of insect Lamashtu had ever encountered in the wild.
The idea of it intrigued her; she didn't really believe it, but if it were, she wanted to see such a magnificent creature with her own eyes. She knew it was a distraction, one pulling her attention away from her self-imposed quest for vengeance, but the time she'd spent with Hasenya had been some of the most relaxed she'd been in months. She didn't really want to give it up.
"Alright, sure. A bug. Let's go see th'fuck kind of bug this is."
Cytos felt a deep loneliness after his new friend disappeared from his subconscious. 'Alone again I see.. what to do.' He stared off into the thicket, as he could feel the feint ki of the victims fleeing the scene.
'Should I even chase them, I'm not that hung-' His stomach growled causing his carapace to vibrate beneath him. 'I guess this changes things, I don't exactly enjoy killing the weak, but my body seems to be rejecting this form.'
Many of the people who fled from the scene seemed to be either on foot or in various automobiles; however, none of these potential victims were still within his reach. He then began to lower his while his claws slow were dragged up from dirt. His feet now found themselves hovering off the ground, as he then clenched his claws while his wings stretched out. Suddenly his body accelerated forward, as he began to soar through the bundle of trees, each obstacle falling before him, as he made a bee line towards each of his victims.
About an hour had passed as Cytos was found absorbing one of the few remaining party goers left, 'Is this 30 or 31? I guess I lost count, however this is awfully tir-' His head quickly rose up to notice two people were incoming with impressive amounts of ki, at least impressive to insect himself. He could feel one of them nearly doubling his power, as the other he could feel was around his level, 'Shit! I used up too much time. I should've known someone was going to check the explosion.' He was now in a panic, he knew he had to get away before the two confronted him. He then outstretched his wings once more and immediately flew in the opposite direction from the two.
It was a boring walk from the city to the shore. Hasenya spent most of it snapping her fingers, generating a small bit of flame each time as if striking a piece of metal against some flint. There wasn't much for her to really talk about, unless she wanted to start talking about some of the memories she had that were somewhat hazy and likely inaccurate in some ways. It was true that she possessed knowledge no mortal should have at this time, but she had done the half of the work that the natural order of things hadn't gotten to in making most of it invalid. She'd done such a good job of putting up mental walls and repressing memories that even if she were to manage to think back that far, she would break down in some emotional fit and be too incoherent to make sense of anything. The fixes for that numbered in two so far, and neither of them were very efficient. Hasenya would cry herself to sleep, or Tomina would be there to whip her back into shape with her strange brand of pep talk. 'Pep talk' being closer to 'cussing out', but it still worked and was less of a time waster and likely more healthy for the Elemi than bawling to a point of unconsciousness. Jeez, it kinda really sucked thinking about how hard she had fallen in terms of emotional and physical stability.
Seemed like she was in need of her semi-daily emergency distraction. The Elemi would reach into the breast pocket of her shirt while they continued to move towards the substation. The thing about it was that Hasenya's senses were dulled.. She had no means of sensing the Ki of fleeing victims passing by them as they walked, and was much too distracted lighting one up and getting ready to enjoy the odd healing properties it had on her fire Elemi biology. To Lamashtu who had the ability to detect energy and would likely pick up the energy of fleeing and panicked people, it looked like Hasenya was just carelessly letting herself be distracted by bad habits while shit was going down.
There couldn't have been a more appropriate situation to give her clueless skinny ass a swat on the back of the head, and this wouldn't be the first time Hasenya would have a smoke break ruined. Hilarity was bound to ensue.
The scarred woman's first reaction Hasenya lighting up a cigarette was incredulity. Really? Now, of all times? The middle of investigating an apparent monster roaming free, and her companion decides that now's the best time to have a smoke break. Yeah, that's not going to fly.
She waited until she saw the ember cherry at the end of the cigarette get nice and red, then reached over and just plucked it right from the Elemi's lips. She puts it between her own, taking a nice, long pull, filling her lungs with the acrid smoke. She holds it for a moment, before exhaling it all in a rush, then stomping the half-smoked cigarette beneath her bare heel almost casually.
"Never did see the appeal of those things," she muttered quietly to herself, thin trails of smoke still leaking from the corners of her mouth. "They're terrible for you, and do nothin' but get you addicted. Bah."
The shorter female spits onto the ground, ridding herself of the foul taste, before grabbing a small flask from her belt. She unscrews the cap and takes a small sip, swishing it around in her mouth, before swallowing and offering the flask to Hasenya.
"If a proper burn is what you're after, here. Try this." She chuckled throatily, the strong odor of grain alcohol and the faint scent of fruit mingling beneath Hasenya's nose from the mouth of the flask. "Shouldn't kill you. Even if you are a lightweight, beanpole. Give it a shot."
And at that instant, something pinged her senses. Something different, something not human, something strong. Could it be the bug that they were after?
"We need to go. Now." The 'witch-hobbit' didn't even wait for Hasenya's response; her feet left the ground as she flew off in the direction of the energy she'd sensed, a mixture of curiosity and concern bubbling up within her chest.
'Shit... Shit.. they're after me and fast.' He thought to himself as the two were after him. 'I can't even control my energy properly, at this rate they'll catch up to me.' His head tilted left then tilted right, as he continued to zoom through the trees. He quickly made a hard turn to the right aiming to zoom out of the forest.
He then zipped out from the leaves the forest, his body now covered in debris. The insect then aimed is trajectory towards the wastelands. He believed that if they had the confrontation there, there would be needless death and they could some kind of resolution. If he couldn't then it'd be a lot harder to be surprised in an wide open space.
Cytos finally found a place to rest his feet. It was a crag. One of many in this empty desert region, as he began to clench his claws into the ground, feeling a bit of fear rising in him yet a bit of excitement.
Hasenya could already feel a headache coming on just as soon as her guilty pleasure was snatched out of her fingers. "You lil' fucking.." She grumbled, glaring down at her companion. The idea of punting her off a nearby cliff was starting to become more and more appealing as she grew increasingly irritated. "You're not made of fire and live off heat, you ignorant tree-humping little-.." She cut herself off before she could go on when Lamashtu had offered her a flask of what couldn't be anything but alcohol. In her own timeline she hadn't done much of her own personal drinking. She knew how to have fun now and then, but most of the time she assigned herself the role of being the sober one whenever her cousin would decide to get slammed. Now, though, she didn't have to worry about watching someone else's drunk ass and she was feeling spiteful towards the pesky hobbit that had just denied her. What made it better was when she had bolted off on ahead without taking the flask back, leaving a confused looking Hasenya to figure out what it was she was freaking out about.
Lamashtu was able to feel Excalibur's emotions, so it wasn't hard to put two and two together to establish that she had picked up on something else that was important. Still, she was sure she could spare a moment to bite the little runt in the ass, just as a bit of fun. With a smirk, she brought the flask to her lips and tilted her head back, letting it's contents flow freely down her throat. It burned, but it wasn't the kind of burn that she was a stranger to. Soon enough, she had taken the whole thing down and left the flask empty. It was tempting to add insult to injury by tossing the flask aside, but that was more malicious than what was necessary just to retaliate in response to an admittedly minor thing.
Despite her experience with drinking, what ever the Hell Lamashtu had given her still carried a nasty kick and left Hasenya's insides warm and glowy.. Literally glowing, in fact. One could easily see the dim orange glow her heart gave off from under her clothes. Her head already felt fuzzy and she fumbled slightly when she tried to take off running after her forest-midget pal. Karma must've worked damned fast, because she was already feeling a little hindered, for a lack of better wording. Hasenya stopped there for a brief moment, letting herself get a handle on things. She shook her head and nearly flopped on her ass from the dizzy spell that gave her. What made it worse was that when it ended, she felt air rise up in her throat causing her to belch. A belch wouldn't have been too bad if she were a regular human or even just some other type of Elemi, but as a fire Elemi the alcohol fueled burp left her lips as a gout of flames, of which the size was concerning when considering it came out of a person's damn mouth.
"Keeeep it together.." She mumbled and then took a deep breath, planting her feet and rolling her shoulders thinking that might help her just a bit, and it did. It wasn't as if she were completely smashed, she was just a little more than tipsy and needed to shake it off a little before she moved forward to follow Lamashtu. To make it easy on herself, she even dematerialized into her smokey form, making it easier to move faster and without any sort of fumbling about. Lesson learned, only dumb-asses down entire containers of alcohol to make a point. Or just in general, that too. She was gonna regret it. If Lamashtu were to look back, she would be the first human being to see a legitimately drunk cloud. A once in a lifetime sight to behold while it tried to move fast, certainly.
The Earthling tore through the sky as fast as she could, paying no mind to the hybrid trailing behind her. Her senses had picked up a strong ki signature, one that was an order of magnitude greater than any of the natural signatures she usually encountered. And what's more, it felt... off. She couldn't easily dismiss this signature as a human, like her own. It felt more... twisted. Mixed. Like several creatures mashed into one. Not the easy, smooth mix of blood that Hasenya's signature gave off, but a jagged, forced amalgamation of ki. It chilled the scarred warrior-woman's blood.
Her eyes widened as her flight took her out of the forest, and over the barren wasteland nearby. She scanned the horizon, extending her senses as far she could, zeroing in on the ki almost immediately. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be able to disguise or suppress it's energy. Either that, or this was the suppressed amount. In which case, she might be in trouble. She absent-mindedly glanced back to check for her companion, gritting her teeth as she spotted the cloudy, wobbling mass that was Hasenya.
Oh, please tell me she didn't actually drink any of that. There was a definite wiggle to the cloud's movement, as it attempted to soar through the air to catch up to her. Oh, fuckin' Hell. Did she drink all of it?
No time to deal with that. Lamashtu quickly descended, landing on the dry and lifeless soil of the wastes and raising her head.
"You might as well come out." She narrowed her eyes, glaring in the direction of the signature. "I don't know what you are, but if you're responsible for the substation explosion, methinks there's a pissed-off beanpole wantin' to have a word with you."
It took several moments for the two to land before him, as a wave of pressure came crashing down on him. He then stepped forward to get a better look at the two. He saw one to be a before rough and rugged around the edges, as the scar came across one of her eyes, as the other seemed to be a... nimbus? (And quite of wobbly one at that.) Cytos wasn't quite sure how to size the two of them up really. They seemed to be similar two puzzle pieces that couldn't fit quite right if you thought about it.
'I am Cytos' He try to mutter as a slew of chirps and cricks flew out of the insects mouth. For a moment Cytos forgot he couldn't exactly utter the human language quite yet, and in this situation that was quite the problem. 'Crap.. Why did Dr. Carmine not program any voice functionalities in my larval form!?' He thought to himself, as his eyes widened. (As much, as one could for someone with no eye lids.) He then let out another plethora of chirps out of panic, as his head began to twist and turn while his claws slowly back pedaled from the two individuals.
He then though to himself, 'This might be the end for me, but I can't give up without a fight..' His demean then suddenly changed at the drop of a hat. His claws began to dig as deep as he could into the cold stone like structure of the ground, as his tail slung out from behind his back and above his carapace. He was ready at any moment to fight and attempt to defeat the two, as absorbing their energy would be miraculous boost in power if it ever came to it. Post WC: 299
Hasenya's cloud seemed to flicker and wobble about before it actually managed to reform into a more corporeal state. She stumbled for a moment, catching herself on one foot and then nearly tumbling on her ass. "Hoo.. Fuck." She put a hand to her head and finally managed to stand up straight. In response to Lamashtu's comment, she swore some grumbled nonsense under her breath and looked at the defensive looking insect. This wasn't Duvainel, which was more than just a simple relief to Hasenya. That meant it didn't necessarily need to be killed, simply subdued. Or better, re-purposed, in a manner of speaking: Tamed and controlled, like any other beast it might resemble. "Now Lamashtu, I know I'm not exactly at a hundred percent brain capacity right this minute.. But I'm pretty sure I can't really effectively give a word to a bug that can't give words back. It might be smart enough to not strike out at two stronger beings immediately, but maybe it isn't quite smart enough to talk.. yet."
Hasenya stared Cytos down, just to let it be known that she wasn't going to be fooling around despite her rather foolish approach. "Now listen here.. You're a smarter bug than I'm taking ya for, I'm sure. But if you're gonna be using those claws, why not use them to write us a little something. That is, if you actually are the kind of creature I'm thinking you are and not a demon to be slaughtered, you must be smart enough to communicate in some way." Honestly, she had no clue how advanced these things were made. It must've varied from creator to creator when it really came down to it, but that was fine. She was smashed off her ass, and wasn't clearly thinking about it when she said it.
This was a horrible time to be drunk, but she was doing her damnedest to wing it. Maybe she should've explained thing to Lamashtu a bit better before coming here, instead of chugging down some unknown drink and regretting it not moments after.
Lamashtu couldn't stop herself from giving Hasenya a flat, very unamused stare. It didn't take much for her to come to the conclusion that the taller woman had consumed the entirety of her flask, and likely just to spite her, too. The foul liquid inside wasn't any single particular alcohol; it was whatever she could come across, added to it as she went. Sake, whiskey, tequila, beer, mead, any alcohol she got her hands on eventually made it's way into the flask, leaving it with a very unique and somewhat horrifying flavor, all it's own. It did the job, though; with the amount that Hasenya'd consumed, nearly half of the flask, she would probably be feeling that for the better part of the next couple days (assuming her metabolism mirrored an Earthling's, which come to think of it Lamashtu wasn't entirely sure of).
Her eyes returned to the creature before her, and she found herself unable to look away. It was almost definitely not natural; she could tell that just by the energy radiating off of it. She felt some human in there, buried beneath whatever twisted process had merged the other energies with it. Still, there was a certain beauty to it's carapace that she could appreciate. It was also colossal, comparatively speaking. This was a bug she could see wreaking some major havoc. She eyed it warily, hands on her hips, her own ki fluctuating as she tried to come to a decision... And when she did, it was a strange one.
Lamashtu sat down.
She crossed her legs and planted her hands on either knee, facing the creature that had skittered away.
"My name is La--.. Mm. My name is Ashlynn," the scarred woman said. Even her voice was different. It didn't have the jeering, facetious tone she used with Hasenya, or the frosty standoffish lilt it carried when she spoke of demonkind; it was soft and quiet, almost musical. It was reminiscent of someone attempting to sooth a riled animal, a rider calming their steed or a ranger a deer. "We're not going to attack you, unless you provide a reason to. We're investigating a nearby explosion that occurred recently, and a rash of strange disappearances. Would you know anything about that? Tap your right claw for yes, and your left for no."
He was quite surprised the cloud turned out to be humanoid in nature. Cytos wasn't exactly familiar shape-shifting, and he took it as a form of evolution. However, it seemed that she knew quite a bit about bio-androids, as if she encountered quite a few in her time which made the insect quite curious. 'I guess there are more like me out there.' He thought to himself, as he gazed upon the two women.
After a certain point of the woman's incessant babbling, the insect's mind started to wander off a bit to tune her out. He was more concerned about disengaging from the situation rather than fighting these two head on. If he was on home turf it'd be a different story, but at this point where was home for this awkward creature. Suddenly, he began to notice the more toned one walking over towards him. His legs slowly walking back, as he was ready for anything. His hearts began to thump as fast as a drum rift, as it almost stopped once the girl took a seat in front of him on the rocky floor. His tail nearly jerked until he could hear the woman's soothing voice.
He was quite surprised to see her sudden shift in personality. 'Is this normal for humans?' He thought to himself, as he didn't exactly understand the very foundations of human philosophy. Eventually the beetle did calm down, as Lamashtu's sweet voice was like honey to his ears. 'Hmm Ashlynn, I guess I will have to remember that name.' He thought to himself before he began to listen to her patiently. Once he was asked about the disappearances of the people and the explosion of substation he tapped to the right. He didn't exactly have much of a choice really he was completely red handed in that matter.
Hasenya did a decent job of keeping herself up right given what she had consumed and in the time she consumed it. But when Lamashtu took the reigns and approached the insect on her own, she let out a sigh of relief. She figured the little forest-midget would have a far better time than Hasenya trying to communicate with the bug. She waved her hand, stumbled about for a moment, had a bit of a dizzy spell and then.. fwump. Fell right on her back, sprawled out like a starfish. Except she made for kind of an ugly starfish. A starfish that very much regretted life, at the moment. But if Lamashtu felt she could handle it enough to step forward passed her, then she would focus on trying to burn through all that alcohol in her blood. She was gonna feel it in the morning, and in none of the good ways.
When she heard the distinct tap, she sat right up, albeit a bit slumped forward leaning against her legs. She didn't think the thing could actually communicate, and now that it had, she had gotten the jolt she needed to be a little less foggy. Of course, she wasn't about to open up that drunken mouth of hers and ruin Lamashtu's work. She was much happier to sit idle and observe- the Earthling was probably much happier that way, too. "Alright, so it ate a bunch of people. That's a big no-no but we can't exactly fault base instincts like that, seeing as that's what these sorts of creatures do. We can change it, though, so.. Start thinking up diet options, pint-sized druid lady. We're running out of Earthlings as it is."
The Earthling gave a little jump at the sound of Hasenya's body hitting the ground, and jerkily looked behind her. When she sees the hybrid flat on her back, she can't help but grin and sigh, more than a little exasperated. She leaned over and softly grabbed her companion's ankle, giving it a playful tug.
"Look, I know it's hard, but this isn't really the time to beg me to take you. Plus, you're drunk. I'm not taking advantage of a tipsy twit, no matter how cute or insistent." With that bit of light-hearted teasing out of the way, Lamashtu gave what Hasenya said a little more thought. 'Diet options', huh? Well, they were in the Westlands. Dinosaurs and wildlife aplenty. They could probably work something out for the insectoid aberration, but without a little more knowledge about it's physiology, the wildling wouldn't be able to make much more than an educated guess. She turned back to Cytos, and crossed her arms.
"Much as I think Earthlings are more of a problem than most realize, I am kind of fond of them, what with the whole being one and all. Frankly, the ones you ate weren't my kin, so I don't particularly care. Still, recent events have given us... more than enough population control." Lamashtu paused, her eyes going quite wide as her synapses fired. This creature either wasn't here weeks ago, or it's power had increased at such a rate as to register on her senses after having been too weak to do so. Either way, it was something to be nurtured, not destroyed. And if consuming other living beings provided it with a power boost...
The scarred woman's eyes were locked on Cytos, and her thoughtful expression soon gave way to a grin. A cold, delighted grin, as the seed of an idea began to take root in her brain.
"So the beanpole's right," she said softly. Dangerously. "We need to find you an... alternative food source. So we're gonna get you up to snuff... Then maybe see if you can acquire a taste for brimstone, friend."
Cytos listened to the two women banter about what to do with him. Subjects such as changing his base instincts and diet didn't exactly sit right with him he was part earthling himself after all, and his energy based diet relied on him taking the energy of earthlings and anyone with a similar DNA structer. Although he didn't feel like he much of a choice in that matter, making two enemies this early in his life cycle was not the exactly the wisest of choices.
He then began to chirp in such a tone to confirm to their whims. 'I don't think exactly trust this cloud person with a puppy let alone someone like me, but Ashlynn seems competent enough to have my back in any event find myself in a tight pinch.' He thought, as he slowly began to take walk past the two onto the edge of the crag. His legs bending, as he stared up at the night sky as the edge of the horizon was painted slowly with a tinge of orange.
'This was an eventful night, but I guess this just shows I need to be more careful next time, or I can be running into more.' He turned his back at the two. 'Strange individuals like them.'
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