Heartthrob [closed]

Ivory's own bushy appendage wagged in equal measure, a playful grind caressing her lips, "What do you mean? The camel was certainly heavy artillery, too. It can spit for milesss." She made her hands do an "explosion" at her own head, suggesting that the spit distance was mind blowing. But as she laughed, her voice contorted into something deeper, something mildly horrific. Her chortle transformed as she did, twisting into a monstrous guttural cackle. Unlike her previous forms that day, this one was a beast capable of speech, albeit it retained it's natural audio rather than her own. With a massive form suddenly shading the sand beneath her, the beast stretched in front of Anniken, lowering itself in front of her as it nudged her hand upward with it's elongated snout, inviting her upon it's broad alabaster back, "If you want to keep up, then yeah, you should~ This one is funner to ride, even. Promise."

Thanks, Anni. The lycan couldn't help but notice the scent and sound of the cigarette being flung away. It filled her with silent appreciation, pleased to see that she was more than just a tool. Even if it wasn't the first time Anniken had displayed such thoughtfulness, it still felt great. Sometimes a soldier just needed to be reminded they were more than soldier, after all.

As soon as the Godfather's arms were secured, the beast jolted forward on all fours without a moments hesitation. Quickly, she'd find that the sand covered terrain was less an ideal running place than what she was accustomed to. But the lycan's instinct knew what to do about it before she had time to think of it herself, and the pair was suddenly flying through the air, caught by the beast on the side of one of the many patchwork structures. The metallic sheeting was easy to rip into, allowing Ivory to climb to the top and leap from small structure to structure with ease as her nose followed the strongest medicinal scent that was carried on the dry wind.

Before long it was evident which building it was; not only did it have a size dwarfing most of the others, it was reeking of aged blood, dull sterilization and the poignant aroma that belonged to the bitter array of "feel-good" concoctions. Rather than landing in front of it, the beast simply lunged up the side of it, using claw and brawn to scale it's side in a noisy pitter-patter of destruction. It had makeshift windows, all beaten out from either storm or panic - one such window wafted the curative perfumes the most. In fact, she was sure that it was that singular entrance which had carried the scent across the city to begin with. To her it meant several medicines were likely burst open and laying around; which could be a foul sign. But hopefully fortune was on their side.

The window was too small for her current hulking body, but she paused just outside it, claws dug deeply into the metallic siding to suspend them there. "After you, m'lady."

Whether or not the medicine was in that actual room or elsewhere down the halls was to be discovered; but she knew for certain it was likely on this level. There was some indication of other unknown scents; but she hoped it wasn't anything too bothersome to deal with.

The explosion that followed Anniken's commentary rattled the wolf, though she clung to the side of the building, digging her claws even deeper as the new burst of the desert's shore blew into them at full force. Following that airy impact was something straight out of a horror story; albeit to Ivory, she found her attention not on it's "horror," nor on the cannon of slime that flew from it's mouth, but more so on it's practicality as a take-over form. Would this beast be a good form to take? It looked... squishy. Added that, the saliva didn't seem to have any special properties?

Scratch that. Acid spit.

With indifference brought on via contemplation of the potential new form, the alabaster beast lunged away from the window that had began to sizzle. Leaping toward the earth despite the large gap; she'd catch her claws on the side of the building half way down before issuing a, "No thanks, but, how would you like to go flying?" With an inner smirk, Ivory didn't wait for a response and suddenly, after reaching a massive arm around her back, scooped the female from it, "Fly true, Anni! Fly true!" She threw the girl then, tossing her straight at the tall worm's chest.

She needed to be freed of her passenger so she could take on the next form; one not bound by ground rules. Besides, the beast was likely too daft to see it coming, and Anni might have a chance to give it a killing blow before the battle even began.

A.J. Godfrey

The lycan, once freed of it's hitchhiker, had dropped again, this time till her feet were met firmly with the ground. In the time of the drop she'd witnessed Anniken disappear and then reppear on the back of the worm, her swords trying to dig into the monstrosity's back to catch ahold of herself. To both of their surprise, indicated by Anniken's doubtful glance her way, the abomination was made of something much stronger than it's flimsy skin appeared to be. Something akin to stone?

"Aha.. yikes. I seem to have put you in an awk-"

Before the lycan's guttural commentary could be completed, she found her body lunging away, to take shelter behind the shorter building they'd earlier used as a ride to reach the pharmacy. She'd saw the goo coming and knew it was time to jet. Despite finding safety behind the building, her ears could hear the sizzle of acid seeping into the surroundings beyond in various locations.

With an indstinguishable grimace, the lycan would change from werebeast to human, before quickly alternating into a demon of pale purple skin, clad in thin accents of black and red. Her expression was much more tangible then, and it was riddled with concern.

The rain had ceased and she allowed her two new bat-liken wings of crimson to raise her above the building-- was Anniken okay?!

In preparation, the demon's palms were glowing a murderous red, radiating a menacing energy. She wasn't sure if Anniken was still on the things back, but she wanted to distract it just in case. In no time, swiftly after she'd risen, she'd built up the energy necessary and released it, shooting off two orbs of red that merged into a larger sphere on their way to the monster's face.

A.J. Godfrey

SPOILER: Click to show

HP: 200 | MP: 90 

ATK: 20
DEF: 0 [10 to hit]
HEAL: 0
STAM: 10
Level: 1

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: MISS {Acid Rain}
— Attack 2: N/A
— Damage recieved: 0
— Conditions: ??

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Magical Attack {Take-Over Attack}
— Attack Roll: oCVkpl4u + 10
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION.
— Effect: ??

——Potential damage: 40

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

Aha! There she is! Should of known no overgrown dirt eater would take her down.

As the unseemly horror writhed aloud, Ivory's opticals seized sight of Anniken's form expertly fixed atop the butt of her spear. It was always an impressive sight to see the lithe and dexterous Godfather at work. Hell, even in the midst of the monster's boisterous squeal partied with the expulsion of it's lifeblood, she couldn't help but find that her eyes had simply been captivated by Anniken's movements. The older woman moved with an assassins' grace, a razor leaf on the wind.

When Anniken's attack proved to be fruitless, Ivory snapped out of her enchantment, shaking her head away from the uncanny distraction. "It's underbelly too tough for your feeble swords, Boss?" She teased, evidently amused with herself even as the worm began to lunge toward Anniken in swift pursuit.

"Eey! What about me, don't I deserve some attention too?" Her wings launched her toward the beast in sync with the timing of it's lunge, attempting to reach it before it caught Anniken. The devilish tail attached to the bottom of her spine seemed to of caught ablaze with the same ominous energy as before, igniting with her rapid descent. When she arrived within length of the desert grub, her wings deftly spun mid-momentum, allowing her energized tail to take an aggressively powered swing at the open wound that was it's bleeding crown.

A.J. Godfrey
[Damn haha, sorry you've had so much trouble! Looka you being an upstanding game player though, didn't even cheat. :3]

SPOILER: Click to show

HP: 200 | MP: 85 

ATK: 20
DEF: 0 [10 to hit]
HEAL: 0
STAM: 10
Level: 1

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: N/A {Ability Name}
— Attack 2: HIT OR MISS {Ability Name}
— Damage recieved: 0
— Conditions: ??

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Magical Attack {Take-Over Attack}
— Attack Roll: oQBWi_Bw + 10
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION.
— Effect: ??

——Potential damage: 40

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]

Being distractable wasn't the best quality to have when it came to potentially deadly moments - such as this one - but it was her curse nonetheless, one that she paid for this time. Though her super-charged demon tail threw the beast a few feet away, further splashing into the wound of it's skull, it was quicker than she had anticpated in responding. She'd taken her eyes off it for a moment, to smirk at Anniken with a sense of victory: but, in that time, the oversized dirt muncher had found steadiness and charged at her. She heard it move, but when she looked back it was too late; her foot had been grabbed in it's mouth and she was slung hard, tossed into the metallic building nearby out of an angry spite. Pain shot through her knee, where the thing's teeth had been, whilst her wings ached at their impact with the pharmacy.

Had she been in another form she'd of fallen too, but, despite the discomfort teasing her flight based appendages, she kept herself afloat after that; annoyance rapidly bubbling inside. She wasn't sure if her anger was at herself or at the beast. But she knew one thing: she wanted it decimated.

Ignoring the Godfather's quip at the gigantic slime-string's speed, Ivory kept her eyes focused on the monster. Too focused and agitated to notice the array of changes that occured within her companion at that time. In fact, all she was aware of was the hot feeling of her magic funneling into her hands at a burning rate compared to before, the glow of them casting their bloody color so far it toned the sands around them in reflection - making it appear as if the three of them were suddenly in a land blanketed with blood. Her ears faintly registered the symphony of chainsaws, but the demon that she had taken-over was simply more concerned with revenge than Ivory's curiosity. The magic in her hands burst at the same time the sand monster's skull began leaking brains from every orifice, new and old. Her spheres of rage blasting at it's neck in unison before once again merging, this time fusing into something much larger than before.

The higher volume of energy expended seemed to of enhanced her own wound's severity, for the blood had started to flow more freely, leaking down her knee cap at a surprisingly quick rate.

A.J. Godfrey

SPOILER: Click to show

HP: 170 | MP: 75
MP - [85+5-15]]
HP - [200-20-10]


ATK: 22
DEF: 0 [10 to hit]
HEAL: 0
STAM: 10
Level: 2

Magic.
Take-Over

DEFENSE
— Attack 1: Hit {Bite Attack}
— Attack 2: HIT OR MISS {Ability Name}
— Damage recieved: 20
— Conditions: ??

Offense
STANDARD ACTION: Limit Break {Take-Over: Ramage}
— Attack Roll: QuUCnMQo + 11
— Condition Roll: n/a
BONUS ACTION.
— Effect: ??

——Potential damage: 65

INVENTORY
[T1] Take-Over: Pointy Bits [Fang/Claws]