Topic: Good guys, bad guys, and explosions, far as the eye can see.

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-08 08:04 EST
Martyr left the house, wanting to walk the city streets and take in the sights of home once again. This place was all she really ever knew; and it was good to be back. The good-byes to her family back at home were not easy ones, but it had to be done. Martyr was not a warrior, nor a princess at heart"though perhaps someday she'd be ready to go back for her rightful place. She couldn't very well deny her family in times of war, but in this day, her village was a peaceful one'secluded"but peaceful. Cerine was both a mother, and an ally but visiting the woman would be no true task, especially since she took so nicely to the father of child and the man she someday planned to marry.

Valcroix and Max had been safely nestled in bed, and she possessed no thoughts of waking the pair this early in the day, especially for something as silly as a walk around the city. The tips of toes carried the rangy brunette along the sidewalk, the city folk"like her lover and her child"were not quite awake yet. So it seemed dead, but that didn't stop the chipper young lady from striking up a made up tune in that swirling head, and humming it out for those who listened. Those noodle arms swung loosely in her stride while Martyr made her way through the city. She was carful of the cracks and grooves of the sidewalk, keeping in mind how clumsy she'd been. One could only grow so much, and without Max in her arms, she was prone to falling over.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-08 08:33 EST
Driving through cold sheets of morning air upon trumping knees and emphatic feet, Nazareth nears. A scowl is pinned to the false delights of our Neth's pretty face as thick frames of chilled wind blast her cheeks. The girl's eyes whirl as they often did, a contempt lodged between the known image of her offered exhaustion, further-amped by unspoken auras that sing from either-eye, birthing crimson halos that shoulder each death-red iris. From the shores of concrete canopies, Neth's legs thrust, carrying her from roof-top to roof-top, dividing ground quickly with the mathmatic perfection of a perfect line to her goal. Like a hound with a nose for soul, the blonde is attracted, for a familiarity had intruded her receptors only moments before—-an impossible familiarity.

With her target below, Nazareth steps from the ledge without an air of caution. Like stepping stones to an easy decline, she uses the building's tiered fire-escape to descend, her foot-falls light and perfect, the old iron of the catwalks aching only slightly as she hops down their crooked rows.

Before Martyr she falls, a point made to exaggerate her entrance by making her meeting with the ground an invasive one, cracking the gravel at her feet, watery strokes of white-blonde washing over her face to reveal nothing.

"Why the f^ck do I smell my brother on you, whore?"

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-08 08:48 EST
Martyr, surprised by the sudden intrusion on her would-have been peaceful walk, had been in mid step but was soon fumbling backwards. "N-neth' Y-you? I mean, m-me" I'm wearing his old c-coat," she lied, trying her best to keep from giving her tells away. She was, in fact, wearing his coat so it supported her little white lie. Those violet eyes peered up at her, trying her best to look unhappy and broken. Whether it was working, was a whole different story. For now, the brunette was just staring as the wind jostled those brown tresses in front of that porcelain face. She worked hard to stand tall before the woman, even though her lips were quivering, and even though she'd been terrified from a proper mindset. "I b-believe I owe y-you a g-g-good knuckle sandwich f-for k-killing V-val?" Yeah, that sounded tough, keep at it, Martyr!

Her nose wrinkled at the woman as she attempted a scowl, that ceramic piece of face completely reddened as the cold bit at it. A foot stomped, a hand moved from her pocket, and she got ready, just in case the woman decided to fight her. Oh, heavens! What if Nazareth really did try and fight her"! "B-but! I g-g-guess I c-c-can save that f-f-for another t-t-time!" Yeah, that probably helped. "B-because I have a" a...thing" Y-yeah! A thing!? With that, the lithe little doll tried to walk on by.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-08 09:04 EST
She'd risen through the baffling brunette's monologues, her face filmed in superstitious filth and easily-un-bottled anger by the speech's end. Not a word is drawn to air while Nazareth blockaded her escape, brushing shoulders, a force tied to the nudge. Her right eye outgrows the left, twisting her head forward inquisitively.

"You are absolutely the most idiotic thing I've ever met, Martyr. I swear....I honestly swear you are a waste of hair, teeth and eyes. A vile sympathy almost holds my hand, cautioning me to strike, for you are a child. If you think I believe for a second that I was drawn to you by an actual scent, you're nuts. His soul exists and resonates from you."

Slowly Nazareth peels back the tight arms of her turtleneck. She turns-over each wrist to display veins of black in-place of blue. Her blood was rotting within the grooves, healthy blood now swapped for oppressive, cancerous oil.

"Look," she smiles.

"Look at me. I'm dying. This place is literally killing me, Martyr."

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-08 09:15 EST
Martyr had been successfully knocked back by Neth's shoulder. That rangy body held up by a single foot for a moment, before she moved to place herself upright on two feet. She listened to her speak, listened to her calling of bluffs, and tales of dismay. Violet eyes scanned her over, the former, the one that truly alarmed her. "Y-yeah, okay?" Martyr admitted rather easily. "He's alive, so I g-g-guess you're not as g-g-good as y-you thought?" The dark haired beauty presented a set of dull teeth in a scowl. "Y-yeah, the p-place is k-killing y-you? Which m-means y-you're g-getting everything y-you deserve?" The princess mumbled at the villain. "If y-you're l-looking f-for p-pity, y-you w-won't g-get it f-from m-me" Y-you deserve to rot?"

There she was, standing up to the hellion who had attempted to take away a huge part of both her, and Max's life" A hellion who could stomp her face into the concrete without really trying" Still, she felt a sense of pride through the crippling fear. She kept her chin raised and her chest out. Those amethyst orbs kept on staring, waiting for something to either dodge or block. That one hand remained out of her pocket, fingers twitching like she was in some sort of standoff.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-08 09:31 EST
"Is it what I DESERVE, my purple-eyed air head" Is it!?" From the insanity of the girl's coarse hypotheticals, the act unwinds to laughter. Throaty and ripe of pitch, she cackles, shrinking to rest on her knees a moment. Throwing her eyes up, "You....You don't understand the fck'n game, honey. You don't get it, you won't get it, you don't deserve to see. Just....Just listen to yourself!"

Nazareth leaps forward, Martyr afforded only the ghost of an inch from lip-to-lip. Their eyes meet, and in an act Martyr herself would probably dismiss as 'mirage', Neth's eyes water. Several sad brooks leave the marbled bowls to pollinate the girl's jagged cheeks.

"Should I be the 'villain' in all this....you....you think I should die slow? I know that Val was here for at least a decade, and still he lived. I won't go away so soon, dear Martyr." Nazareth swipes at the tears with a flat-planed pinky, carrying them off as her smile strengthens.

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-08 09:39 EST
Martyr's head tilted, giving the hellion a condescending pout. Yeah, Phoenix had been teaching her a little bit. She didn't flinch, didn't back down....For, what could Neth rip from her, that she wouldn't simply grow back" What holes could she punch within her body, that wouldn't simply fill itself in" So with the pout, and the tip of her head off to the side, the lithe little princess peered from a veil of mocha thread. "What' Y-you d-didn't n-notice that Val's n-not rotting?" Martyr asked her sincerely. "And I'm the s-stupid one" V-val's still here because he f-found t-the one thing that c-c-could k-keep him alive....Y-you on the other h-hand are going to be in pain, N-neth....Pain that y-you've n-never imagined as y-you rot f-from the inside out, and y-yeah, m-maybe y-you will b-be here a w-while....B-but y-you'll b-be suffering the w-whole t-t-time!" Martyr told her, grinning almost widely as she spoke, her own insanity creeping up—Phoenix begging her to come out and play....It wasn't time, not yet....The little martyr had been enjoying this far too much...Which, was unusual for the rangy little hero.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-08 18:16 EST
Dispatching the melodrama with a sweep of palm, Nazareth smiles. She curtsies, drawing both arms back with a studious stake at something common among those of thin sanity. Her teeth grind as a catty circle is drawn around Martyr along the case of long steps and laughter. Heels clamor atop the gravel, a pace better-left for a Sunday evening in the sun applied while orbiting.

"You know, Martyr. I, heh....I've always wondered something about you."

Fixing her knee between Martyr's legs, Neth softly glides fingers across her belly. A smile is lit, a seduction to write-of plastered-upon, the expression fluid, a silk fallacy. Lips bitten.

"I wonder....If I take your gorgeous head from those shoulders, would a new body spring from the exposed spinal chord, or a new head from the shuttering torso' Oh," she claps excited, "Excuse me; we've had this conversation before haven't we? I'm very sorry to waste your time."

A breath later she'd flicked fingers at the girl, aiming to take her by the throat.

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-08 23:56 EST
Whether getting her head lopped off would actually kill her, or solve Neth's mystery was still just that: a mystery. Those violet eyes widened as Neth took her throat and cut off her air supply. She groaned out and let her eyes fall shut. Teeth gritting as she coughed lightly to clear her throat and speak. "Oh y-you're g-grabbing m-my throat' How original?" Martyr mumbled softly and swallowed hard, her throat seizing beneath her grip.

"D-d-don't y-you h-have any n-new t-tricks up y-y-your sleeve?" Perhaps it was a mistake for the woman to push the hellion further, but it didn't matter to her? A hand came up to grip around Neth's wrist and try to pry it backwards, away from her throat.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 00:14 EST
The wild-eyed misanthrope squeezes. Martyr's words and gestures hardly tap the glass of Nazareth's receptors, a sterile preoccupation accessing every fiber, every line on her. The blonde's arm rattles, preventing air and blood-flow alike now, tongue swishing madly as the woman sold-herself-feral.

A minute passes before Neth grows tired. Her fingers unhook leaving lovely little purple dents pocking Martyr's neck. She steps back, her hand now a comb, making it a point to fix her hair after all the activity. One can never cheapen the importance of appearance.

"Mm," she groans, now-kneeling, picking bits of dusty nothings from her pant legs and heeled boots. No, she hadn't yet spared a moment for Martyr, for as usual, she'd discounted her lethality.



Was it time devalue her arrogance?

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 00:26 EST
Martyr's hand tingled, her eyes twitched. The purpling dents around her neck, where Neth's talons had made their impression darkened, and then faded into her lovely, creamy flesh tone. She coughed out, holding her throat for a moment before flicking her wrist off to the side. She groaned lightly as the skin replaced itself with metal"the sound of a weapon being unsheathed rang out as her arm turned into a metal talon. A moment was not spared as the woman swung upwards for Neth's jaw. Thankfully she'd closed it, so it wouldn't be more than a hard fist as it landed.

"P-perhaps I c-c-can s-speed up that r-rotting p-process of y-yours!" Martyr shouted in mid swing, that bicep pushing itself to the limit.

Martyr....What the hell are you doing"! Phoenix's voice rang out into her head. Get the hell out of here!

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 00:39 EST
One-step, two-step, three-step-four. Retaining balance-of-leg, Nazareth's head is crooked to the left, a mighty welt of red-and-blue now bruising the cheek that had taken the steel-framed punch. She remained cool, the pose kept to perhaps 'show' the stammering purple-eye what it was she was truly facing. A second later Nazareth's knee buckles—-it's-but the slightest quiver of cartilage, but it was a fact that moved the proverbial mountain in Neth's eye; she was weakening.

"That hurt." Without sarcasm, the word was as-advertised. The blonde takes the bruise in her hands as she shoots her eyes at Martyr, her teeth grinding along each row, blood gluing the choppers together as well as staining her lip.

"Hit me again."

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 00:55 EST
Martyr's eyes had widened as her hit landed, and what was better" She actually drew blood. The little thing actually considered jumping up and down with springing toes to celebrate her victory"in a way that Max would every time she made it to the potty on time" There was no time for that' She prepared for the scoundrel's wrath....But then, something she hadn't expected" The woman invited her to take another swing. No, she ordered her to take another swing"

Would Neth have to tell her twice" Can a penguin fly' Martyr jolted forward, arm lifting above her shoulders as her own set of dull pearly whites grinded in rows from her mouth as the rangy princess brought her balled fist downward toward Neth's dome, trying to squash the hellion's evil little head. The breath in her lungs had been ultimately halted as her fist came down like a gavel? A gavel of justice!

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 01:22 EST
Justice be damned!

Neth readies herself, awaiting Martyr to aid her query. She shields her face with both arms, fixing them like an 'X'. Feet digging into the pavement, Nazareth's expression tightens as the justified little queen bangs her damnable gavel against the arms she'd lifted in protection. A tender glow lights the hellion's silhouette before contact, applying a slight film of precious energy to further-protect her should the worst come to pass. A grunt bangs on the air when the mighty gavel smashes against Neth's arms. Satisfied that Martyr's fist didn't snap her arms in half, the blonde takes that test-step in reverse, her face visibly rattled as she lowers her arms. Awful bolts of pain ride the nerve-highways paved below the flesh of her arms, the fingers of which snap and bite at her head. It hurt, oh boy did it hurt. For a girl with so much power, with a soul that rivaled the claimed 'gods' of this realm, this pain—-this pain was new and vibrant. Neth's arms shake as her body crumbles to the ground, defeated and ringing limbs left to chatter on the pavement as she raises her chin to the midafternoon sky. Like a the child Phoenix had once accused her of being, Nazareth binds her chest with both arms and lightly sobs.

"It hurts....it hurts so bad...."

Her chin dives, and to the gravel go her tears.

With a sudden fury, accusing eyes curse Martyr's very sight.

"F'ck you, Martyr! I hate you! I f'cking hate you so much....I hate you, I HATE you."

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 01:40 EST
Martyr's eyebrows raised, once again she wanted to sing and dance in victory...but that would be impolite...

So instead, the lovely little Martyr panted lightly. Her heart was skipping beats and kicking against her ribcage in a way that was almost painful. Staring at the woman, and even blinking in some slight confusion. Was this the same creature that had snapped her neck as if it were a twig" The same woman that had thrown her against a brick wall as if she were a ragdoll" "N-neth..." The woman muttered, showing almost pitty on the woman throwing a tantrum and crying before her. "Y-you d-deserve this..." Denying sorrow and eyeballing the woman coldly. With that, she moved to step by the woman. "Stay away f-from m-my family..."

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 02:03 EST
The chastising, the appointment of blame, bringing to-light the fact that Neth in fact deserved this—to Neth, all of it was fine—but the pity, the goddamn pity....it hurt her in a way that no pain could, and perhaps this a lesson learned all-at-once as she leaps to her feet. As if kindred to flame, Nazareth's hair begins to rise and crackle, swaying in a breeze that did not exist. Inside her furious head irises wind, like axles that had lost their tire, they spin and spark.

"I will NOT. I will take what I please from you, your dumb-bitch alter-ego, your nasty pig-child and that goddamn coward-brother of mine. I'll take it all, make you all LIVE with loss. I will be the hell that so many have lost faith in....I'll gift you all an eternity of fear and loss."

Knees cave forward before springing, sending the riot-eyed hellion Martyr's way. With that fabled speed she strikes her palm at the girl's belly, her goal to impale her with the sharp flesh of her flat hand——much in the way Val and Martyr had met, how cute!

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 02:18 EST
Martyr stopped dead in her tracks as Neth spoke, her eyes ticked and her lips quivered. "Y-you know what N-neth?!" Behind her eyes, somewhere in that abyss of pupil, Phoenix shreiked. The crystal straining for freedom within her head. "I am sick and t-tired of y-you always c-coming in and r-ru—"

Martyr, move! F*cking move!

It had been too late for the doomed princess. Fingers had met her abdomine and split her flesh, drawing out that red, liquid youth. Violet eyes threatened to pop from her sockets, "Gkk...!" Martyr yelped through her teeth as blood seeped through them. She had to act fast, but the pain had still been there....She could heal a thousand wounds, but every single one of them hurt as if it were the first one. Sticky vital ran down her chin, and her metal arm raised, making a fist.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 02:30 EST
Invigorated from the splash of Martyr's blood onto her arm and clothes, Neth kicks back, digging her hand into her further and further.

"Maybe there's something special in here, huh," she shouts wildly, crazy eyes smacking against Martyr's amethysts'.

"Maybe some organ that controls your annoying f'cking gift. Let's see if we can find it!"

The feeling of having someone rummage within your chest had to be an incomparable shade of awful. While digging, Neth snaps her left hand towards Martyr's gavel in an attempt to grab, or at least slow it before it collided with her skull.

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 02:37 EST
Justice be grabbed!

Martyr's arm, which had already been moving too slowly for her own benefit, was snatched up by the woman's hand. "G-get....Your h-hand....Out of m-me!" Martyr screamed at the woman, it seemed as if she might pull some crazy stunt, one that would save her life and leave Neth on the ground...alas, she had no more tricks up her sleeve, not yet. Her chest attempted to heal around Neth's hand, but with every wiggle and reach, her flesh was torn. Eyes flickered silver, dying back to violet like an old television. She groaned softly, copious lips parting for a moment only to spit a bit of vital toward Neth in a bit of a cough.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 02:50 EST
"H-...Hey! Don't spit that goddamn nasty blood on me, you dumb-bitch! I bet it has all kinds of nasty side-effects." Neth found time to smile as both arms are employed in keeping the poor immortal contorted painfully. Steps bring both women towards a nearby alley. The hand Nazareth had inside Martyr clenches, grabs ahold of a squishy something and swings the girl against a brick wall. She laughs at the scene, maybe even cringing, thinking of what organ her fingers had latched onto and swung the girl by. Neth's left hand squeezes Martyr's wrist a bit tighter. Lowering her head, the blonde lashes her tongue across the poor immortal's bloodied cheek.

"Hah...this is exhausting, Martyr. Really—-It really is. But I love it. Oh how it brings me joy."

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 03:42 EST
Martyr's mouth gaped, blood stringing from both sets of lips as the woman groaned out, her body hitting the wall. As Neth licked her face, an eye closed almost painfully. "There's n-n-nothing y-y-you c-c-can rip out of m-me that w-w-won't grow b-back..!" The damsel choked out, her heart pounding in her chest which incidentally, was smacking against Neth's fist. "I w-w-will n-never b-be afraid of y-y-you, and y-y-you will n-never k-kill m-me!" She could feel the crystal buried within her skull cracking and threatening to shatter.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 03:54 EST
Though soothed in gore, Nazareth's preferred habitat, the incessant ramblings of the purple-eyed hero were enough to toss her composure off a bridge that she'd surely leaped before. Neth rips her first from the created-cavity, wheels-back her fist, clicks her elbow in place and fires. A rancorous punch, one with a bit of english noting the knuckle as it speeds to make amends with Martyr's face. Nazareth's face glows in contempt, in the brief seconds the balled fist riots through the air, her mind is massaged in the infallible image of Martyr's head exploding like a hammer-treated melon.

Martyr

Date: 2013-01-09 04:02 EST
Martyr's face and head alike, snapped backwards bouncing from her fist and leaving her head to smash against the wall. "Hnn!" Martyr crumbled to the ground, eyes rolling shut. After her flesh wound itself back into place, the unconscious woman rivaled Sleeping Beauty. Y'know, if the princess ever took a bath in blood. Her eyes flickered open and shut, fighting the sleep that was forcing itself upon her.



I lost....

....How could I lose?

Max.... ...Oh god...

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 04:15 EST
Standing above the should-be corpse, Neth can't help but feel a continued, insurgent failure. Hands lightly thrapping her waistline, she circles the battered babe, brows climbing with disinterest in light of sewn wounds.

"That really annoys me, you know. It's like..."

Nazareth takes a seat on the ground beside the girl, pawing at the welt on her cheek.

"It's something that a girl could only dream of, the more I think about it—-a permanent victim! How outstanding! But," eyes sinking, "It's grown old, Martyr. It is so exhausting. I pummel you, and cut you and puncture your goddamn belly over-and-over-and-over-again...you just...don't die dead enough. It's a mockery of the circle of life. You ever think of it that way' I sure do. The world cannot function if the appointed prey does not do as it should. You are a blessed weakling, and it annoys me. The gazelle that's always a step ahead of the lion. You starve the pride, Martyr. You wound the cycle."

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 04:32 EST
Martyr, fading in and out of consciousness, listened to Neth's rant. Her words true, but leave it to the hair-splitting Martyr to find a hole in that picture perfect monologue. "Y-you f-f-forgot ab-bout one s-small d-d-detail, N-neth..." The thing slurred out as her body finished it's cycle of youth.

Then, in the truest form of teamwork, the true rendition of sisterhood, her eyes resurfaced a brilliant mercury. "You have a gazelle and a lion in the same body..." With no broken words, no hiccupping syllables, the words spilled out darkly over those copious frozen lips. "Now lie on your back where you belong, you child!" Phoenix hissed, her foot coming out to claim Neth's ankle, and sweep her ex-lover from her very feet.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 04:48 EST
There's joy here. The voice, albeit no-far stray from Martyr's, is the greatest tell to the girl's second rendition. A lovely sarcasm was written on her lips; some funny remark or another waiting to leap from her tongue, when in the shadow of a second Nazareth found her legs toppled and arms clinging to air as she's swept to the floor. A grunt is coughed from her belly when she smacks. The hiss comes after as she grabs her jaw, more blood flowing from her lips. She spits a sorted blot of blood, saliva and tooth-chips onto the curb.

"Mmm....Phoenix," she sighs in something of a daze. The girl props herself up as she lays on her back, her eyes scanning for the titled woman.

"A lion, you say....You're the tortoise that lives in the shell."

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 04:56 EST
"A tortoise that is going to rip your heart from your very chest.." Phoenix said the words flowing from her lips calmly. Phoenix, rolling to her back and flipping up almost weightlessly arms hanging behind her as she stood and floating slowly to her sides, looked at the talons that served as her very hand. "Now, this might do for Martyr, but it certainly isn't my style..." Phoenix mumbled idley as she flicked her wrist and allowed the metal to almost flutter off of it. "Now, where was I? Oh, right....I was going to rip your heart from your chest..." The woman mumbled, the drying blood on her chest beginning to crawl over that supple body, and harden.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 05:06 EST
"Your one-liners need a bit of help, cutie."

Nazareth continues to groan with the fallacy of age while rising. She dusts her pants free of more soot and cracks some knuckles before turning her eyes over to the sterling-eyed dove.

"Mm....oh, Phoenix. I'm still at a loss as to why you hate me so. Was I no good in bed?"

The girl laughs before clasping her chin and jerking her head free of a nasty snap.

"Or was it....jealousy" Or are you just another beast blinded in some idiotic and sublime morality. You love that little piece of sh't child just because it fell out of your damn womb, don't you? Is that really it, baby?"

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 05:17 EST
"You're certainly one to talk about being blinded by jealousy, Neth....All your life, all this time you could have spent growing up and instead you spend it resenting that brother of yours, begging to be as powerful as him....Now what are you? A dying woman-child....I feel sad for you, Nazareth." Phoenix mumbled softly as she faced the hellion. "And be easy, Neth....I'm doing you a courtesy by not striking you down while you're weakened....I'm giving you a chance to gain posture, but if you make one more remark over a child you do not even know, a child that is alone stronger than you....Then I will not hesitate to punch a hole into your chest....I believe I owe you that a time or two..." Standing before the dark queen, body fully encrusted within the blood armor.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 05:39 EST
Neth scoffs, turning her head away from the thought-to-be-idiotic words. Her eyes trickle over the woman's talented assembly, a skill she had seen on the day of their first meeting. A lighthearted face pairs a shrug.

"All these 'powerful' people: You, Val and that baby...what have they accomplished? Nada', my pretty thing. None of you have done anything save the time Val stabbed me in the f'cking back. You can all mock me until your fat with laughter, but whatever 'luck' saved my coward brother from death is just that—-Luck. For I'm sure your lesser-half's blood had something to do with it. I haven't killed you because it's more pleasurable to see you all scurry around and speak my name in the dark. I don't find you cowardly, Phoenix, but your affiliation to that child and my brother has weakened you."

She peels-back the sleeves of her turtleneck to examine the blackened veins that crawl up either arm and offers them forward, displaying the scene.

"I may be dying, but I'm still stronger than you. Your soul is a secluded mess, girl."

Nazareth clicks her fingers. Again the girl's hair dances atop her head, fragments of gravel and stone now rise from the earth; caught in the magnetism of her aura, the granite bits remain stationary in the air.

"I'm going to beat a lesson into you, then take a memento to remind myself of how excellent I really am. So—-strike, Phoenix! Enough games."

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 06:03 EST
Phoenix growled beneath her breath, mercury glowing in the dawn as the woman growled beneath her breath. "If that's really what you want, Neth' But I'm afraid I have no lessons to offer, only a swifter death than what you're already getting! We'll see how weak that baby has made me?" Phoenix growled and turned on a toe spinning and kicking with an armored leg. She missed Neth by a mile, but it soon became clear that she hadn't in fact been aiming at the child. Her leg collided with a stop sign, knocking it over and ripping it from the very concrete it was embedded within. It was of a nice, thin metal, aside from the length, and even almost too much to bear weight, Phoenix wrote it off as easily wielded. Soon, it was up in arms. "I'm going to stop you once and for all, Neth?" The woman paused to look at the woman, proud of her one-liner. "Eh' Eh!?"

Val, if you can hear me" I'm taking on Neth' I'm sorry, and I know you didn't want me to do it alone" But she started it! I mean, uh' Yeah, there's really no other choice" I don't know if I'll make it out alive, or if I'll ever see you again? Just know that Martyr loves you, and to take good care of that baby' Also, other kids are going to tease her, you guys kind of gave her a boy's name...If you could just reconsider to Maxine, that would be great...I mean you have to think of her be?

Oh, right, she was in battle" Snapping up from her starless gaze, Phoenix turned that cold stare to the hellion before her. Stepping one foot forward, the fully armored woman charged forward, the sign pulled back. Her legs carried her into a full sprint as the red ranger moved forward and rushed the woman. Then, bearing it like some sort of over-grown fly-swatter, the woman slammed it forward, making Neth the pesky insect in her own scenario. "Just"Die!? Phoenix screamed through her teeth as she threw all of her weight and more into the attack. There had been no pain in trying to eliminate the woman. As Valcroix had been terribly wrong about Phoenix, she hadn't been capable of love, and certainly didn't love this sociopath' They were far too alike!

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 06:26 EST
Faces are exchanged throughout Phoenix's antics, dialogues, confessions and processions. Neth felt pins of laughter smarting below the belly, but she doesn't laugh. Despite how purposely-cheesy Phoenix's lines were, Nazareth wouldn't allow herself to be outsmarted or overestimated in this state. Her power hadn't been strictly declined, but below the tips of her fingers she no longer felt the spark, no longer felt the infinity known for so long. Her stance is low and guarded as the armored beast charges. In a move of daring and power, she shields the entirety of her body below the crooked flesh of a single arm, crossing it over her face as the sign collides. Neth didn't take the time to look, but as her arm succeeded in protecting her face, she would imagine that the sign would have the perfect indent of a fist plunged through it, as she had punched the damnable thing out of her way.

"Enough with these f'cking games, Phoenix! I need MORE. Your whore 'sister' hit me harder than that!"

Without her weapon, Nazareth continued to wield nothing but fists. Swiftly she flickers behind the over-drawn arms that hold the sign, positioning her self between Phoenix and her weapon. She arms-back another fist and expels, sending boney knuckles straight for the girl's solar plexus.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 06:35 EST
Phoenix hardened the blood in that single spot, preparing herself for the woman's blow, eyes tense in their sockets. It would be comparable to punching marble in that moment, and the woman bent her fingers into the steel of the sign all but yanking it towards herself as she moved away. If she had been fortunate enough to land the hit, the stop sign would sweep the woman from her very feet once more. "I'm just getting started, Neth! Be careful what you ask for!" Phoenix barked at the woman and, had her little attack landed, she'd flip the sign in the air, and bring it down like an axe, moving straight to sever Neth's head. Roll, Neth, roll! Roll for your life! Roll for justice!

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 06:55 EST
Neither a need for rolling nor justice did our Nazareth have. The punch hurt. By not applying the proper energy to the attack, her knuckles cracked as they collided with the stone-like plate Phoenix had enacted as protection.

"Damnit!" Neth shouts, shaking the hand, each finger flapping-away the pain shooting through. It was then her tender sensorium picked-up on the incoming attack aimed to take out her legs—-she wasn't getting on her back again—-besides, when they 'dated' Phoenix was the one on her back most of the time, leaving poor Neth to do all the work. But with no time to recollect the fuzzy memories of yore, Nazareth's nimble legs spring her free, her body easily sailing over the girl's first sweep to follow with an expert side-step of the over-hand skull-split attack.

Smiling, the blonde takes a moment to rest, hands finding her knees as she swallows a few hard breaths. She didn't want to admit it, but this was proving more and more strenuous with each step. To her left Neth spies a crooked copper pipe and makes the quick change, deciding on arming herself. The girl's arm crosses over her chest as she leans into a full-throttle sprint and leaps, the pipe swung at Phoenix's head with the easiest flick-of-wrist.

Val

Date: 2013-01-09 07:01 EST
Following the epic task of coaxing Max to leave the waxy light of the television to eat, Val exits to the terrace of their new apartment. Situated a dozen-floors up, the man's cyclic eyes scan the concrete skyline. Hands slip into his pockets, rummaging for his smokes. He lights and places his weight onto the railing.

Where are you, Martyr....goddamnit. Every time we leave this house I'm going to worry....this is why I didn't want to come back here.



Please be okay....

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 07:04 EST
Seriously' I pour my heart out to you, and you just....Ask me where she is" That was gold, dude! Pure gold, and you didn't get any of that"! I swear sometimes—

PANG!

The distinctive sound of metal-on-metal rang out as the pipe smashed into her skull. Phoenix, having been ultimately distracted by Val's words creeping into her brain. Her armor cracked lightly, creating a weak spot atop that precious dome of the woman. It forced her to a knee, her head dropping down for a moment as the dizzy dame recollected herself. Mercury eyes squinted at the ground, trying to make her split vision whole once more. "Damn you!" Phoenix shrieked, taking the sign in two hands, and spinning her body around to once again, go for Neth's legs....Though, this particular time, she'd be trying to cut them off...

Val

Date: 2013-01-09 07:18 EST
Whispers on the wind ignite a collapse of brow. The color of the man's hands flee for white as he all-but strangles the iron bars that line the terrace. The words are hushed, but he's no fool—garbled and airy, it resonates with Phoenix's confident tone—what?s scary is the single-syllable name of his sister. It echoes in his head.

Phoenix! Was that you!" What's going on!"

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-09 07:29 EST
Enjoyment of the bout had fled as Phoenix falls in response to Neth's strike. Grunts and shrill cries are flicked from the blonde hellion's mouth as the pipe collided, giving it that extra incentive of emotion. When her feet landed, Nazareth's lungs require more respite as she gluttonously heaves.

"Hhh...Hhh....Ahhhn!" With the last breath she'd drawn-back her weapon, but Phoenix had struck first. The first leg is lifted high-enough to be spared, the second isn't so lucky. She'd gotten away from the wheelhouse of the powerful swipe, but the sharp frame of Phoenix's makeshift axe had driven right through the base of Neth's shin. It was deep; the blood spraying from the gash deep-hued and thick. Robbed of her posture, Neth decided to make the most of falling by tying every milligram of her bodyweight upon a vicious over-hand cleave with the pipe. The knotted-nose of the copper bar aimed for the spot above the eye where her previous attack had landed, her goal to strike continually until the cracked region of her armor gave-way.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-09 07:35 EST
Oh, you know" The normal! Martyr was out for a stroll, Neth came along, and preformed her usual routine of crazy....Phoenix recited almost casually. Needless to say, I'm defending your woman's honor once again, and I would like to add, if I make it out of this one alive" You owe me! Phoenix felt'strange" Was she feeling Val's worry' A sudden anxiousness washed over her, the confidence wiped away. Damn it, stop worrying so much' You're making my heart pound! Phoenix made a point to scold the man in her head. Martyr might need her knight in shining armor, but I'm my own knight. So. Stop. Worrying. Part of Phoenix knew she wasn't going to get out of this one alive" And don't come for me. Besides, I just about lopped one of Neth's legs off— NGAH!

"NGAH!" Thoughs and grunts alike rang out in unison. The pipe collided with her armor, cracking it away. A weapon's goal to protect its wielder, but....She had none. Which made her armor weaker than if someone else were wearing it....Phoenix fell backward, and hit the pavement. A hand moved to cradle her eye as the blood armor chipped to the ground.

Val

Date: 2013-01-10 00:06 EST
Val backs from the railing as the words come to him from the city's depths. The word, the name....'Nazareth'. It was growing old. So many opportunities lost, from this age and the last. He could have killed her long ago, he could have killed when she lay unconscious on his floor. It's a sad homage to the finites of ones' willingness to cross the line of blood-ties to meet an end. In all—-Val didn't have it in him to murder the last thread of his bloodline.

I....trust you, Phoenix. I just....you can't lead her here, Phoenix. You can't lead her to Max.

And he thought dying was hard—-how about telling the woman you love (or some version of her) that she's not allowed to escape and run home.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 00:18 EST
"Nn....Nnn..."

Hissing in response to the pain flooding her brain, Nazareth shrinks to a single knee. She hobbles over to the strewn-out queen, woefully limping, handsomely bleeding. She crawls on top the girl and reaches for her neck in an attempt to latch all ten fingers accordingly.

"I'm DONE, Phoenix. I've had enough of this, had enough of you."

Neth's voice is a crackling crescendo of spiteful tongues; a wrath so incredulous, so refined and perfect, it was inspiringly-so. She grabs the pipe with her left, and had Phoenix not swatted away her attempt at the throat by now, her right would be holding her head in place.

Nazareth shrieks as she drives the pipe towards the hand Phoenix had been employing to shield the exposed eye.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 00:33 EST
I" Didn"t plan on leading her to either one of you, Val" I just want you to know, Martyr loves you" Max has to sleep with that one pink blanket with the yellow ducks on it, and she doesn"t like when you wash it" Keep the stuffed polar bear in her crib at all times, or she"ll cry" and"! The pipe struck fingers and shattered bones. Phoenix"s sweaty, bloody hair lined those deceivingly fragile features, and the woman let her hand fall aside. "Neth, you"re scum" You can kill me today, but you will always be a child" You pick on someone as innocent as Martyr, and threaten a child that can"t even defend herself" I know I haven"t reserved a space in heaven if there is one" But there is a damn special place in hell for you"" Phoenix mumbled in a daze, her body contorting painfully as her fingers snapped back into place, her bones mending.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 00:49 EST
Readying a second blow, Neth's hand remains still as it's reached high into the air, pipe ready to fall like a guillotine. Stammering blinks that flutter luscious lash spill upon the girl below.

"Kill you? Are you insane" What f'cking joy would I win in killing you? Val would depressed, sure—-but then he'd have nothing left to take away. No. No that's not the way the game works, Kitten. The game is the fear of me taking it away. Your life is precious to me in a way you'd never understand. It's an apparatus, perfect real-estate from hell—-Val's hell. However...you've made me especially angry tonight. So think I want a souvenir. I was thinking....an ear" Or a finger? Or...ohhh....I've got it!"

Upon the tarmac near the pair, is an old glass bottle. Taking it and cracking it into a perfect shiv, Nazareth admires the browned-glass knife as waning orange sunlight refracts from it.

"Smile."

Val

Date: 2013-01-10 00:58 EST
Why are you telling me all this!" Phoenix!" What's going on?

The turbulence in his belly was too much for a peaceful porch-side smoke. Breaking through the sliding glass door, Val flies around the apartment in a panic, as if some resolution, some tool lay in wait for Martyr's aid. Collapsing on a stool near the nook, he accepts that there are none. Resting his head into an open palm, he can do nothing but stupidly manipulate the flesh on his face, pulling his fingers along his lips and itching his neck.

No greater torture existed, and perhaps none spoken of so frequently—-the torture of being powerless.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 01:01 EST
Phoenix growled lightly beneath her breath. "You really need a life, Neth" You really f"cking need a life! I"d say go have a baby, but I"m afraid you might try and eat it" Now"get" OFF!" The creature shrieked, bucking her hips upward to try and spring the woman away, fist smashing into the concrete twice, before she got the bright idea to try and drive it into Neth"s leg. Could she imagine what a fully armored Charlie Horse" She was about to find out what it felt like, had she not moved quickly enough! It just never hurts" To make sure you know?

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 01:16 EST
Cackles are spilt on the filthy alley-air while Phoenix bucked-below.

"Whoa! Slow down girl, you're getting me excited! Is this some stake at make-up sex, because if it is I—!...F'CK!"

The wild blonde shrieks when the steel-coated knee digs into her split shin. The pain was deafening, and the face she wears plays to no contrary. Her body tingles, follicles numb, shoulders quake as every available atom of the girl's strength endorses an act against tears. She couldn't afford to cry any more. The horrific pain is lent as a catalyst, and in one gruesome move, Nazareth attempts to smash the chipped-shiv into Phoenix's face, right below the left eye.

"DIE YOU WHORE! NNNHHAA!"

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 01:22 EST
As the shard entered her skin through the armor Neth had broken away, Phoenix"s right eye widened. "AHHHNN!" The thing cried out, fingers sinking into the hellion"s flesh, more for comfort than anything. Her head was held in place and already bleeding above the eye, the thing screamed and cried. Sirens were heard coming near them. "STOP IT YOU B"TCH!? The woman screamed in horror as her body twisted and turned, trying to throw the woman off, her fingers pinching as skin as if to tear it away.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 01:36 EST
No pause offered, no gift-of-respite. Instead the unstable blonde continues too dig below the eye with her makeshift dagger, tearing and puncturing things better left untorn or punctured! In her wrist the vibrations of tendons and veins being severed in the Phoenix's head are such a narcotic she could file them as sexual in nature. Nazareth cringes as her victim continues to flail, grab and scratch her—-but no pardon would be delivered yet. The blood that rises from the slowly-growing tear in Phoenix's face is thin and runny; both hands and all ten fingers-along are stained in it. And to Neth, what lasted only seconds, was probably accurately transcribed in years for the poor immortal—-no amount of regeneration could mask the agony of Neth's dimestore-surgery.

"You're f'cking regeneration is making this worse! If I wasn't healing around me, I would have popped the goddamn thing out by now!"

Though it was probably obvious by now, Phoenix would probably be mortified to find out just what 'it' Nazareth was trying to 'pop' out.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 01:53 EST
"Why the f-ck are you trying to take out my eye"!" Phoenix retorted as her fingers tried to tear the flesh from her very thighs. Damn it' I really hope that grows back" I don't think Val is going to be attracted to us missing an eye' Still, she was dizzy and bloody. Her fist moved up to repeatedly punch that special spot on Nazareth's leg. "I'm going to murder you, Neth' I promise you won't regrow your own eyes!" The thing said through her teeth, blood still trailing from her lips from the blood-filled lungs.

Val

Date: 2013-01-10 02:00 EST
Wait a minute.......



....WHAT?

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 02:13 EST
One tiny incision here, one tender....SNAP. The punch applied to the wound jerked Neth's hand, and as-so, inadvertently flicked her wrist, popping the eye from is bloody socket.

"You bitch! That hurt! I'm Gonna—-!...Oh," she calms with a smile. Dismounting, Neth rises, claiming the little silver orb. She raises it to the sun, closes her left eye and inspects it, amused as it blocks out the light, appearing as her own private star. It wasn't just a punishment. In the confines of the woman's exquisite madness, she truly found the sterling orb beautiful.

"I had my eye on it for months," she giggles, too-amused to tear her gaze away while she continues to examine it in the light.

"Just have to clean away these...veins," she lowers it to snap the hair-like veins from the rear of it, "And...presto. Beautiful. It's amazing Phoenix, thank you so much."

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 02:27 EST
Phoenix, blind in one eye, and with sirens approaching, moved her body lightly. Her equilibrium had been impaired by the girl now standing above her, holding her eye. Back teeth chipping on away as the woman grinded her teeth, she only managed to lift a single leg and draw it back. "Go to hell, troll!" Phoenix spat at her, as her foot drove forward, aiming right for the injured shin, hoping to shatter bones and knock her down.

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 03:15 EST
Her leg was just beginning to feel a little better, so now most certainly wasn't the time to change that. Through swift application of the 'good' leg, Neth kicks away Phoenix's own, saving herself from more awful pain. As if nothing, she circles the fallen angel, making a point to sport the eye, squeezing the squishy ocular slightly.

"It's beautiful, and as for you," an accusing finger yanked down towards the girl, "You just CALM down. Had enough out of you."

Nazareth yanks back her good leg and snaps her cleated heel towards Phoenix's jaw. Should she had remained still a second heel would follow. Then a third and forth, her face un-amused as she assails.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 03:22 EST
The first heel clipped her jaw and sent the struggling woman to the pavement. She winced lightly, unable to do much about the second, third, or fourth. The woman soon was limp on the pavement, sirens growing louder and louder still as the blood-bathed woman began to lose most of her senses. A hand came up for blockage, but soon fell back down. Without an eye reforming right away in the socket, the tunnel vision only occurred in a single silver orb. "Nn?"

Nazareth

Date: 2013-01-10 03:33 EST
Nazareth, proud of her art, takes a moment to breathe it all in; the sight of mangled flesh and bone, the smell of blood, the taste of anguish. It's a supple parody of 'entertainment', because what?s not known is that 'participation may very' to the mainstream, meaning she'd take a bleeding corpse over reality TV any day. The lesser Dominion raises her heel and stomps on the hand that had gone limp at her side. A second later, while her eyes travel street-side, awaiting the sounded police, she sends a final foot to the battered, sterling-eyed princess, affectively crushing what tendon and bone she hadn't already. She crouches to leave a kiss on her forehead.

"A part of me feels bad—albeit a small part—but this sight is unfitting. You're a strong girl, Phoenix. I don't doubt we'll do this again soon. But until then...I'll be seeing you.

Get it?" She whispers, waving-off the unconscious brunette before fading into the mist of sewer-smoke and streetlight.

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 03:45 EST
Everything going dark, her heartbeat becoming faint in her chest"Phoenix was basking in the new sensations going through her body. Everything is dark" I don't think I'm going to make it out of this one" My heart is actually stopping. It's kind of funny' All this time I spent trying to find my match, someone who could actually kill me" And it turns out to be your sister" F"cking ironic" Val, I put that vial in your pocket, and it wasn't for my own selfish reasons...I love you, Val" Maybe it's because I feel Martyr's feelings, maybe it's because you're awesome" I just....

Then the thought process was severed completely. It was like the hellion just"wasn't there anymore.

Val

Date: 2013-01-10 04:06 EST
"F'ck," he whispers to himself, grabbing his coat, keys and cigarettes from the counter. Fitting in the sleeves, he's all-but out the door when the fact that he has a daughter spits in his face.

"Max, Max..."

The Hellion's expression flatlines. Each tenderly-awful note hanging inverted in his ears as his knees threaten to break. Stabilizing himself in the doorframe, he closes his eyes while she speaks.

Phoenix...Phoenix! Hang on, I'll be there. Just both of you...hang on, I'm coming.

After throwing himself together(poorly), Val's down the hall banging on the door of a young couple he knew to live there. A sheepish woman peers from the locked chain, eyeing the rangy ancient cautiously.

"Hey....uhm....can I help you?"

"Hi. Listen. I know I'm not the best neighbor ever, infact I don't even like the both of you, but you seem trustworthy, so please....I really need you too keep an eye on my little girl for a little while."

The woman unhooks the chain, and beams.

"Oh, little Max! We'd be happy, wouldn't we Bart"" Bart was the woman's husband, who was admittedly terrified of Val. He nods obediently.

"Thank you! Just go into my apartment, the door's open. She's asleep so you don't have to do anything besides keep an eye on her, okay?"

The woman gathers a few things and enters the man's apartment. In seconds he's off, following the scent of blood and the sounds of sirens. The connection shared with the woman acted as a beacon, aiding in his search. Finding several ambulances and a gathered crowd, Val begins to push and shove his way through the sea of flesh to see what lay on the other side.

Phoenix....Martyr"

Phoenix Black

Date: 2013-01-10 04:13 EST
By the time he'd arrive, he'd see only a few paramedics carrying a stretcher. Some police taking statements, and the tarp pulled all the way over the body. Beneath the sheet, the heartbeat was trying its best to kick back up in that chest.

"It was a fight!" A woman said, basking in the attention of being a witness. I mean....It was a fight, but then the blonde woman just...didn't stop! She...Took her eye, and then just started kicking her...Over and over!"

If Val had been paying close enough attention, he'd feel the connection had been completely severed.

Val

Date: 2013-01-10 04:29 EST
"Hey, hey!" Val calls over to the medics. Smacking into a crowd of shoulders, he finally finds himself on the other side, pleading with the men carrying the girl off. Several man try to strain him, but he throws them aside, causing a thorough scene now.

"Get off me! Yank the goddamn tarp off of that girl, she's not dead, f'cking promise you. Do it!"

One of the medical technicians tries to calm Val down by lifting his palms.

"Calm down big-guy....let us do our job...I doubt we can save her, but—-"

Val ended the conversation by shoving the wormy EMT to the ground. Taking his own instructions, he peels back the sheet.

The scene is grisly. Val softly places his fingers on the girl's face and combs her hair.

"Wake up....wake up, baby. I know you're going to wake up..."