Dystopian fantasy rp [daftpunk12 and Sumomiro]

[daftpunk12]

It was early dawn, and sitting in the snares of an overgrown garden was a stranger. He'd lived in this particular area of the country for all his life, but due to a recent turn of events, his own friends, neighbors, and all past acquaintances had abandoned him. He didn't blame them; no one would care to associate with someone so ... so sub-human.

"..." He glanced wistfully into the remnants of what had once been a magnificent fountain which he had frequented in his youth; the adorning sculpture lay in rubble inside the basin, itself filled with grey water specked with bits of dirt. The Corporations; they were responsible for the ruin, the waste, for him. He looked fine right now; an attractive young man with opalescent features stared back at him from the murky depths, his face framed by raven black hair. But within hours, that handsome visage would be transformed into an unholy abomination.

"..." Still, as he looked at himself, he tried to convince himself that he was still the normal young man from before; he was, he had to still be there. It was his only consolation.

"..!" Just then, the sound of twigs cracking snapped him from his thoughts. He spun around, darting his eyes about in panic for his visitor. He'd already sinned thrice; he would not be responsible for a fourth casualty.

"W-Who's out there?" he called out, pleading with himself to keep his 'curse' curbed as long as possible.

[daftpunk12]

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Originally Posted by Sumomiro

Hidden in the brush, a shadow moved, caught after having observed the lone figure so successfully. Contemplation took place as the spy decided the best course of action, moving through the foliage as to get a better look at what he could be dealing with.

The figure was indeed a man... one of a rather handsome nature to add to it. 'Maybe it's time to make contact' he wondered, moving yet again as to get into a less dense part of the garden.

Slowly, he emerged from the thicket, hands up in a position of surrender, "Friend" he stated calmly. His features were soft, relaxed, subtle, showing the exterior of a layed back person.

[daftpunk12]

"..." He heard rustling again, and this time, he pinpointed the location to a path overridden with weeds. Not a moment after, a figure emerged. His eyes narrowed as he took a quick inventory of his 'visitor's' features, before he scowled.

"You shouldn't be here; you don't know what you're dealing with. What you're dealing with." He tried emphasizing the potential danger by stepping forward adamantly. The sudden movement revealed a train of chains, shifting and clattering noisily against the cracked cobblestone pavement. He lift his arms wearily, and the chains rustled again; it became apparent that they were attached to him.

"Please; I don't want to hurt you ... if you don't leave, I won't be able to guarantee your safety .." He kept his voice firm, but already his body was showing signs of stress. The faint glow of the setting moon outlined his features; steel-grey eyes, wide with fear and moist, glossed over with unshed tears. Tattered clothes, rustling, not from a breeze or the wind, but from his racing heart coursing through his body. His already pale skin seemed to shimmer, coated in a thin layer of sweat as he fought a mixture of instincts swirling within, all of them foreign, none of them kind. Sick macabre thoughts, repressed memories from the recent past surfaced, and his legs shaking so violently he had to back away, to sit on the ledge of the ruined fountain once more.

"My name's Alexei ... I never meant to hurt them, I swear .."

[daftpunk12]

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Originally Posted by Sumomiro

"Briar..." he nodded, trying to keep his cool, holding his ground as he witnessed the sight before him. Carefully, he took a step forward, keeping a hand on the handle of a dagger he kept in a small sheath on his back.

"I'm not here to harm you, and I can guarantee I'm not going to allow you to harm me... but I need you to stay with me for a little longer, okay?" As he spoke, he took another series of small steps forward.

'Just a little closer... just a little more..." he mentally chanted, trying to ignore sweat that had come to form on his brow. From the look on his target's face, he was not going to last much longer, 'if I'm going to do something, I need to act now!'

In one swift motion, he drew both the dagger, and an obscure object, both shining with industrial sheen. Keeping the weapon in a defensive position, he stopped only a few meters from the man, or at least what he had though was man.

[daftpunk12]

"...." He looked up, and moved his hands to grip his stone seat; he was coming closer, he was supposed to be moving away.

"That's what they said, that's what they said ..!" he pleaded, before a sharp agonizing sensation struck him through the core. It was starting already ... he was trying so hard to hold back, but it was struggling for release ...

"H-Hah-ahh .." he whimpered, watching Briar advance without hesitation. They never listened, they never ...

Just as he saw the glint of metal, his body recoiled, flinching as the first of the transformations began. An unearthly cry broke from his lips, a hybrid between a devastated wail and a euphoric screech, and he backed away hurriedly. He kept his head hidden, cradling it in his arms, and as he hid himself in the shadows of the fountain, his already dark hair seemed to double in size instantaneously. Strange black shadows seemed to drift down from his dark crown, and they scattered themselves across the water's surface like strange downy leaves.

"They ... they're feathers .. huu .." he whispered hoarsely, trying to hide his figure blindly behind what remained of the fountain's center pillar. The sound of soft, near-alien sobs filled the air, and as he wiped the tears desperately off his face, the pale skin of his arms was left smeared with droplets of what was unmistakably blood.

"What are you trying to do, huuuuu .. WHAT." he tried gently, but as his voice began cracking into an unusual croak, he was forced to make himself coherent by blasting his vocal cords, lacing his words with an unintentional ferocity which was so unlike him.

[daftpunk12]

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Originally Posted by Sumomiro

"No, I'm not going to lose you just yet" the spy hissed, putting the dagger back quickly to get a free hand. "Now, I'm going to need your cooperation for a minute" he commanded, reaching a hand into the creature's now large mane and grabbing as many raven-coloured strands as possible.

With a tight fist, he hanked up to free the man's head from the protection of his arms. Feeling the fight in his target, he made sure to twist his hand as to cause an unfortunate, but neccessary amount of pain. Grunting, he got the object ready, pulling back his arm.

"You may feel a little... PINCH!" and with as much strength as he could muster, he dove the item into the man's jugular vein, hitting the top of it with his thumb. Releasing built up pressure, the syringe jettisoned it's contents into the bloodstream.

Moving back, the young spy drew his weapon once again and watched as the drug performed it's task. "Don't fight it, it's a surpressant... it should stop whatever is happening in your system... for now at least, if we're lucky" he explained inbetween the cries of the other.

[daftpunk12]

"Ahhh-!" With a bit of a startled wail, Alexei felt his head tugged forcefully against his will by his 'companion'. He tried shaking the other man off, letting out a strangled bark of sorts, but had to submit when he felt another tremor shake violently through him.

'Whatever you're doing do it fast ..!' he thought desperately. He concentrated solely on keeping the pressure between his teeth constant, as a means of keeping both rational and 'calm', but it was getting increasingly difficult to fight against his own limbs, which were desperate to lash out and inflict some sort of harm against their 'attacker'. Nonetheless, it seemed Briar had succeeded in his goal. Before Alexei even had time to register a counter-reaction to the painful 'stab' at his neck, he felt some sort of woozy feeling flood over his wracked system.

'What ..'

Shivering, he began to relax, while the 'beast' within snarled at Briar. It was mostly in defense though; the previous blood-lust seemed to have died and distilled into mere irritability. In a near drunken state, Alexei's body stalked over to Brair on stumbling legs, and glared at him, scowling in great distaste. It seemed his 'other' was now in dominant control of his body, though Alexei still had enough strength to 'curb' him from-

'...!!' As if reading his mind [and to a certain extent, a likely consequence of doing so] Alexei felt his torso lurch forward towards his ... oppressor, in retaliation. Savior, he reprimanded the creature possessing him, as he strained to keep his own fingers from digging into the other man's flesh. It was all a mock display of dominance on the beast's behalf, he noted; he and it were merely clutching Briar forcefully, but doing nothing to actually harm him. There was still the ever present danger of his mind blacking out and losing complete control, but, considering the noticeable effects of Briar's injection, there wasn't much to worry about. The creature was malevolent, but it wasn't deadly unless fully transfigured.

"..." It took a few tense minutes, but eventually his body relaxed, and backed away from Briar. Mentally sighing, Alexei felt his vision blur, as his body decided to settled down a bit of a distance away from their 'visitor'. It was getting tired; he was growing weary. With the last of his dying strength, Alexei found the means to push through his alter-being, and give a weak nod.

"So you drugged it ... huh .." he stated hoarsely. His vocal cords weren't quite fit for speaking yet, but he mustered what he could, before he relaxed and closed vivid green eyes. He felt ... calm. To the point where he wasn't really caring if Briar could see his face anymore. The scales he'd sprouted would be shed within hours. And his teeth .... it wasn't like Briar was planning to pry his mouth open and inspect them, was he?

[Sumomiro]

Seathing the dagger, he watched the display with complete concentration, he didn't back away after the man let go. If anything, pity being the main nerve that had been struck as he watched his opponent waver in and out of the hypnotic state caused by the drug. "Great... looks like our 'talk' will have to wait until later" he muttered, walking forward to hold the now grotesque being steady.

Pushing him down, he forced Alexei to lay down on the ground near the fountain. Checking his breathing and other physical vitals to make sure he wasn't going to take a turn for the worst. "You... you are something very special" he whispered, pulling out a small flashlight from one of his pockets, yanking back the man's left eyelid to check for anything abnormal. Truth was, everything about this... -thing- was abnormal.

"I... did not come equipped to play Doctor" he continued, ripping off a piece of material from the beast's already tattered attire. He soaked it in the fountain for a few moments and slowly began to wipe down his target's face. As he washed the mouth, he couldn't help but pry it open slightly... looking inside to see the teeth of an killer beast, not those of a human. Taking note, he sat down, taking off the small jacket he was wearing, only a dark green cover for the casual t-shirt he wore underneath and tucked it under the head of his patient. As time wore on, he watched the transformation reverse in astonishment until finally Alexei had returned to at least a close human form.
"Three hours and... twenty minutes" he noted on his watch, "Lets hope it works a bit faster next time."

[daftpunk12]

'Ughhh ...'

How much time had passed, Alexei had no idea. But when he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that it was significantly brighter.

'It's d-day!?'

With a start, he jerked awake, checking his surroundings. It was ... clear of gore. Nothing macabre in sight. It was day ...

"I'm .. I'm me." he stated, a bit dumbfounded as he stroked his face and features over. A few scales flaked off the lining of his jaw, but other than that, he felt normal. He spun around to see Briar sitting there, and looked him over. He looked more approachable, in this lighting.

".. Who exactly are you?" he asked. He had to be someone; no one just happened to be carrying around a potion like that one he'd been delivered. "Did .. did you cure me?"

[Sumomiro]

"Cure? No. Stablize, yes" he stated matter-of-factly, getting up and dusting himself off. In the light, he wore only a long, grey shirt, a pair of beige cargo shorts and a pair of fairly-heavy looking boots. Casual was the look he aimed for, and from the looks people had given him on his way to this isolated place he had managed to achieve just that.

"I am someone who is very quickly going to become of value to you" he started, brushing away some deep-chestnut locks from his eyes. Kneeling down, he went to Alexei's level to make his speech a little more personal. "For things first though, you don't feel aggressive... angry? Sleepy? Nauseous?" grabbing his weapon, his hand darted to grab the man's jaw while the other kept the knife pressed against his throat. Looking him over, his eyes glanced across his face, than with a jerk he pushed his patient's head to the side to check his ears. "No blood... well, glad to see the medication went down alright..." he mused, still keeping a firm hold on the jaw.

Letting go as quickly as it had seized him, the hand patted down the raven-haired individual and after gathering enough evidence that there were not any weapons, as far as he could tell, on his opponent, the dagger went away yet again.

"You sir, can call me whatever you like... I perfer Briar, as you can probably deduce, and you are... Alexei, was it? Regardless, while it may not be appreant right now you are a very unqiue... commidity that myself, and others have garned interest in."