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Desperation. It was a force that was a double-edged sword. Tactics born through these means were often characterized by a lack of rational thought, but if one were to use adrenaline as a comparison, then it was universal in the burst of power and unpredictability that came of them. Recklessness, however, still resided within. That was how Varro perceived the latest actions from T.W himself. While the conjuring of wind elementals to employ was a surprising show of strength and determination, instead of fleeing the scene, the man knew of the holes in its game.
The blood-comprised hide he wreathed around his form was not molded for the purpose of offense, but served two intrinsic purposes. One of those was to bait the opponent into getting into a melee bout with him, focusing all his concentration on his wind puppets and engaging in melee. The second was to defend against the raging winds in the best way he could; mitigating it through a dense armor thick with natural, flexible resilience and thoroughly infused with his own magic. For like more clear minds may have discerned, the man still had a large volume of blood sitting underneath the sand. His uses of it prior were minimal.
One of the golems already had been dealt with. A blast of ice magic tore the atmosphere asunder, before freezing umpteen particulates within the wind to their cores. The cyclonic statue shattered upon plummeting to the ground, and he marveled at the work bearing such fruit. Had he been in possession of an ice-based magic, he might have resorted to imposing the same tactic on the tempestuous devils.
Hearing her words, he nodded in affirmation. Impairing his concentration was the move he wanted to make, and as per his preparations earlier on, he had the means. The dense blood on his body seemed bulky and huge, but it served to keep him weighed down an aversive to the effects of the raging winds.
”He’s open.” One of the elementals sought to challenge him directly, another haymaker thrown in his direction. Using all of the additional limbs to parry the blow, he skidded back from the attack, carving deep gashes into the sand under his feet. Of course, piloting several different elementals required a considerably larger amount of concentration than moving arms, and he took advantage of that.
A tendril emerged from the sands in front of the amethyst demon, bearing the shape, speed, and precision of a sting ray’s tail. Indeed, it would dart towards the creature’s leg—but not just any spot on it. It aimed to pierce its knee in a flash, and no matter if it pried it out, or Varro pried it free, the outcome was the same. For after sundering the patella, he would create two hooks on the end of the blood weapon. Ripping it free would carry with it not just a few specks of blood, but the entire kneecap and the connective tissues, nerves, and bands of muscle connecting it in place. ”Agony like that, just really gets a person in the mood…” Varro said, shaking his head with satisfaction.
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The woman was not alone in her consumption of their enemies’ blood. Running his tongue along his arm, the vampire collected the bounty he desired and felt his levels of energy rising once more. Saccharine rust flooded his senses, a taste that, if denied of it, he felt he could not continue existing. Using his manipulation over the scarlet secretions, he controlled it towards him and seemed to absorb it through the pores on his skin. What euphoria he derived from the moment amplified severalfold, and he still wasn’t sated.
One left—now that numbers advantage was severely in their favor. Times could change in an instant, and the purple, hollering demon was not exception to the rule. Steering his attention towards the enraged, final member of the vivid task force, he listened to its outcries. Wiping a speck of blood off his own face, he flicked the remains of his friends towards him in the most nonchalant, dismissive, and apathetic manner imaginable.
Met with the manifestation of the purple one’s power in the form of torrential winds, he brought an arm closer to his face to brace himself for the sand his physiology was peppered with. A nod of appreciation followed when one of the hounds served as an aegis between himself and the external forces. From what he could discern, this was desperation; it was the creature’s trump card, and now he somewhat evened the numbers through forming elementals. Like his partner, Varro remained unfazed.
Listening to her words, she watched the being for its reaction. The acquisition of her blade boded poorly for the survivor, and he was curious to see what feats she would employ with it. Specifically, how this one would be butchered in the most tantalizing ways. Preparing, he drew his blood to the surface of his skin. Impossible amounts of thick, red liquid coalesced around him while his skin appeared to burst in different spots.
It formed a ghoulish armor around his frame, finalized with six additional limbs comprised completely of blood at his back, and a strange gridded mask enveloping his face—aside from his mane of black hair. His musculature was still on display, a skintight layer of crimson cemented over his chest and abdomen. Hunching over, he placed one hand against the sand as he lanced his gaze through all of their opposition.
”It’s good that the insect is this spirited,” Varro said, the additional blood limbs on his back clenching their fists until their brawn bulged with supernatural might. As he spoke, he began to walk in the direction of the adversaries. ”When picking off the wings of a fly, one of the best parts is watching it struggle.”
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There were people Varro didn’t like, and then there were people he did like. This woman ranked among those he did like, for she boasted all the qualities he enjoyed seeing in his fellow killers. Beautiful as the woman was already, it made her even more attractive.
Running his tongue over his lips while he felt a wave of heat from the inferno that consumed the creature he treated like an overripe orange, he watched as the flames charred the exposed sinew, wafting the thick stench of gamy, seared meat through the air. Inhaling though he did not need to breathe, he filled his nostrils with the aroma of death and ruin.
Even Varro needed to brace himself for the roar of thunder that emerged from the gaping, ravenous maw of the hellish hound who sought to turn another ill-fated demon into roast. After being cooked until its yellow fur was blackened with trauma, it was grabbed, pried until its mouth drew agape and an arm ferried into its stomach through its gullet.
Varro felt a wave of euphoria wash through his own person in that moment, laughter erupting from the once stoic man as he watched the bloodshed unfold before him. In his usually discreet occupation, it was rare for the assassin to get a chance to let loose. What semblance of sanity he managed to uphold with his pretense before was abandoned, as he found great pleasure and hilarity while he watched with eager eyes as she dislodged its jaw, rummaged around its innards, and retrieved its spinal column by way of its mouth. At this point, his mood was bleeding into outright arousal at the display.
The red creature attempted to get the surprise on him, but he was aware of its intention. Be it through enhanced physical senses or his extended sixth one by virtue of being a magic practitioner, he felt the generation of heat from a relocated red demon’s position. Though it managed to launch a raging torrent of flame, Varro redirected it. By using the tendrils to grab him from behind and pull him towards the ground, the beam fired towards the sky rather than at him.
Now, it was Varro’s turn to close the distance. Using his supernatural prowess as a vampire, he made his way towards Big Red in a blur of motion. While he bound the creature, he found the top of its head with his hand. The man’s intentions were mysterious at first, until he started to apply pressure to the top of its cranium while blood tentacles wrapped around its limbs and started turning them around until he heard the satisfying pops of dislocated joints and the tear of ligaments.
Moving the flow of his blood faster to pool even more of his brutish strength into his arm, blood began to seep from the eyes of the red demon as its brain began hemorrhaging from the pressure. Varro made quick incisions on either side of its neck, lubricating his windpipe with blood. Pouring a deluge of his might into his next motion, he drove the red one’s head into its torso, forming a bulge in its abdominal region as though it were pregnant with its own skull.
A wide grin on his face as he looked at the coarse stump the place where a neck once sat, he dug his nails into the fat, muscle, and skin barricading the head from sight. A handful of ribs in each hand, he tore towards each side until he exposed the full interior of the demon’s body; inclusive to a twisted layup of bloated organs. Within their midst was the being’s head, decorated with intestinal lining and flaps of skin from the exploded stomach.
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The idea of slashing open a windpipe and allowing the crimson décor to paint the victim’s body and the ground beneath them appealed to the man, who raised his head in acknowledgment of the feat. An idea formed in his mind; when he mentioned his fire magic, and the claws, he started to think about ways that could be implemented into a more covert weapon. One that would be horrific, painful, and efficient.
”If you think of the body like butter, and your claws like a hot knife, I bet you could…” Before he could finish his sentence, the man quieted down. Two people emerged from the confines of the restaurant. One appeared to be a manager, while the other was a humorless midget. Every ounce of her warped personality manifested on her surface, and it wasn’t the fun type of warped, either. A sniveling, spineless mutt with venom in their mind but no their fangs. He didn’t care what people did, but there was an alluring part about murdering this individual.
Seeing Hector’s gaze directed towards him, the man nodded in response. Reaching forward with his hand, he initiated his assault—but it manifested in a different way than imagined. Though he failed to answer the feline’s question before, he managed to deliver in the discretion he exuded through his next series of actions.
Manipulating the body, even up to the throat and vocal cords, of the manager adjacent to the woman, he seized control of their body. Their first action was to grab her by the mouth, preventing her from speaking, before tackling her to the ground and using her impaired breathing to their advantage. His meat puppet would then grab them by the throat, and begin to apply enough pressure to their carotids to induce deep bruising.
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Varro directed his attention towards the approximate dumpster. While it was not the cleanest object to conceal oneself in, such a detail was irrelevant. It was ideal for the art of remaining covert, which was a quality Bloodcrest prioritized over anything else. Akin to a sniper, one would sit still, wading in their own shit and piss if it meant getting the ripe opportunity for taking out their mark. To boot, this was not nearly as graphic and disgusting as that practice—and from the looks of things, the duo would not have to wait long for their target’s arrival.
”Good idea, Hector. It might be cramped depending on how much is in there, but it gives us visibility on them and keeps us out of sight,” Varro replied, before making his way towards the dumpster in question. Smoke breaks, a place to hide, these were all vital parts of the plan. While walking in and murdering her was easy, doing the kill without drawing notice from others was the challenging part. Hector located their means of doing that, and he would put in a good word about his efforts to Mint.
Opening up the latch, he climbed into the garbage disposal and readied himself. For now, he did not prepare any of his abilities. If he did, the scent of blood might alert the target. Varro wanted them to be as unsuspecting as possible, limiting the possibility of witnesses and attention being drawn. Creeping closer to the opening, he made room for the feline while he peered out towards the place he expected passive aggression’s embodiment to show up.
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Pouring blood and spreading it under the sand, creating traps burbling beneath the surface, was not an effort that required the full extent of his attention. With the hostile parties occupied with the ghastly transformation the woman was undergoing, he was provided with more time to prepare for the inevitable. Saturating the field with his magic, he had more than enough time to condition it for his malicious exploits. However, he kept watching the alarming configuration with increasing interest.
From the mysterious inscriptions emerged eldritch black masses, each forming the shape of a delirious canine. Even he could imagine the agony such a change would induce on the owner, but the advantages it gained in compensation was more than enough to change their ill-fated numbers disadvantage. Towering over them, he never would have thought such power dwelt within her after thinking her magic was exclusive to fire. Rare as the display was, the man adorned a slender smirk while drinking in the sight and its implications. None of the events unfolding boded well for the Elementubbies.
After being thoroughly impressed by the show of might, he decided to spring into action himself and indulge the violence that followed. Indeed, these creatures were going to meet their fate—no doubt synonymous with their imminent destruction.
The man still needed to address the personal tactics he proposed, being more limited in his approach. Moving blood underneath the sands near the yellow one, it seemed as though he was about to launch an attack. Unfortunately, nothing happened. For the gesture was a feint, meant to exploit their horrified minds he guessed was muddled with horror from the woman’s transformation.
Instead, tendrils comprised of blood lashed out towards the green one. Lashing towards it, success would result in a grim display. With sickening force, he would bind its limbs with multiple tethers of adhesive red. Twisting until the sounds of snapped plywood tore the atmosphere asunder, he would not be satisfied unless he saw bones jutting out from connective tissue and marrow spilling out of splintered bones in thick rivulets. A follow up with other tendrils made an effort for its back, attempt to unzipper its upper layers of flesh and peel it away like an unwanted coat.
”You’re all going to be the same colour by the end of this. Now, bleed for us.”
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Hearing about Hector’s aspirations, he seemed to be attentive to it regardless of its relevance. Especially when the power of a dragon was mentioned, implicating that such might coursed through the feline’s veins. In his recent days, his experience with beasts of such stature was limited. Whatever the man encountered before he woke up, he was not privy to. A sense of familiarity overcame him when he heard the word, and from what he heard about them recently, the species was synonymous with power.
Before he could usher a response to the words and pose a question towards this supernatural might, the duo were interjected with telepathic chatter from the restaurant itself. Though, to some extent, they were warned of this—she had no idea of the sheer extent. Body language was what he thought initially, people killed for less, but this; this was truly something else. Clicking his tongue in response, he listened to the remainder of her rant.
”What a cowardly bitch,” Varro said, brushing his fingers through his hair and pulling them back out of irritation. Though not one for empathy, he could understand why an individual would want to kill a person such as this. Already, thoughts about how creative he could be when butchering this individual coursed through his mind. Mostly because he had a feeling the incessant thoughts were going to be directed towards him in time, and though he usually couldn’t care less, something about that pussyfooting rubbed him the wrong way.
”I don’t give two shits about doing the world any favours, but this is going to be one satisfying cleaning.”
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Another surprising display unraveled before the man after he landed on the dense platform of blood, pertaining to the woman taking the role of his partner for the insidious job. Landing on the solid crimson in an extravagant show of acrobatics, he raised his head in acknowledgment of the feat. However, he refrained from dallying. She advised bracing himself, and that was what he did.
One he witnessed and felt the heat of flames conjured from her hands, he melded the blood with his feet. For him, the substance would become like an adhesive to keep him in place while the woman used an infernal array to carve a path through the raging body of water. It was partially his job to maintain balance along the waves as the duo surfed through the water user’s adversity, before crashing against the shore hard enough to send them through the air.
Unsticking himself from the makeshift surf board, he dislodged and performed a front-flip through the air, landing with one hand paving its way through the sand and a knee bent. Pushing himself up from his momentary descent, he scanned the environment around him. Furrowing his brow at the additional numbers, he maintained his composure even against the odds. Despite the demon’s intention to turn them both into custard, he believed that the ones who were going to resemble a gory condiment at the end of the day were the four around them.
North, South, East, West—all of the directions were blockaded by one of the Elementubbies. He was impressed by his partner’s own composure against the odds, and he split his attention between watching her six and heeding the transfiguration burbling under her garb. The promise of the odds being evened on the horizon, he decided to prepare of his own while the woman worked to bolster their chances. Though, his mind became curious with what she had in store—was it some manner of spell slinging, or was a transformation being underwent?
Placing his lacerated wrist against the ground, the sands began to shift while he funneled what appeared to be his own blood underneath their saline crust. Tilting his head to the side, he added onto the woman’s own words, taunting the creatures.
”You’re reliant on your numbers, aren’t you? But I wonder, how will you know which of you will be shredded first?” Varro said dryly, his voice devoid of naught but an arctic chill. ”Maybe it’s you, Purple? Or maybe it’s the piss stain on the right?”
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For a long time now, Varro learned to master the ways of being discreet even despite his tendency to spurn shirts. Following Hector’s lead, he sauntered into alleys with his hands slipped inside his pockets. The town the duo traveled in was known for its blood sacrifices, which boded well with him. Maybe in exploring that location he would find ways of bolstering his own power. In fact, he recently found work in there—it was the second time that month he performed a hit within Samuelsonite Town. The first one included a man and a pig…
He heard from word of mouth this individual was exceptionally annoying. Not Hector, but the person the two intended to murder that day. Unspoken words no doubt holstered within the sanctuary of their mind, because the lack of a spine in their back. Varro was the opposite; if he had a problem with somebody, he let them know. Usually in the most violent ways, which was the means he enjoyed handling things the most. Utter wanton bloodshed.
Posed with a question from Hector, he raised his hand and rubbed it along the side of his neck. Approaching the food joint alongside him, he spoke on the strange reason even he knew little about, when it came to his reason for being within the newfound organization.
”Information. Woke up one day not knowing much at all, wanted to find out more about that and janitorial duty has a large network of information to work with. The more I move up the ranks, the more leniency I’ll have with that hopefully,” he said, before a momentary pause. ”That and "cleaning" is fun. Who doesn’t like eating?”
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Craning his head in the direction of the woman, he proved his attentiveness at the most crucial times. Having prodded her with his statement beforehand, he was looking for reactions to gauge her receptiveness to the dark. Judging from the grin that paved its way along her fair visage, he must have been on the right track that the two were cut from a similar cloth. Little did he know, a lack of mortality may have been another commonality—but before he could ascertain such a thing, an interruption severed the atmosphere.
Attention drawn to the sudden whirlpool wreathed around their vessel, he gripped the metal railing with both hands to secure himself on the spot, much like his partner on the job. For the assassin, it was rare for someone to ambush him instead of the other way around, and it warped his intentions for the hostile parties to mutant extents. What bottomless well of cruelty he intended for them somehow expanded, the irritation surfacing in his eyes while his attention darted in the direction of the jaundice culprit.
”Motherfuckers…” Not just one, but two of them. Clicking his tongue, the Elementubbies had the advantage—for now. Maintaining balance in those conditions was a struggle, and he only had so much time to use the crumbling ship as a medium for the tactic he would attempt. Slicing his wrist on the rail, he tapped into his reservoir of Magic and acted as fast as he could. Pairing his regenerative capabilities with his Blood Magic, he poured a deluge of his blood down the side of the broken vessel.
Manipulating it and stretching it towards land, he clotted the blood to form a crude, makeshift platform for the duo to run on towards their destination—but with the raging waters, it would be a test of balance, and he only had a limited amount of time before it would dissolve against the crashing waves.
”We can use this, but only for so long,” Varro said, before vaulting over the side of the railing to land on the makeshift road, and attempt to make his way towards land on their shaky road.
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Varro could understand the Elementubbies on a rudimentary level. Power, notoriety, and the mass murder—these were things capable of being both profitable and exceedingly fun. However, one needed to be rational with their judgments. Not a matter of morality, but timing and discretion. Otherwise, bigger fish in the pond tended to meander next to prey such as these, and swallow them whole just as they were completing their nefarious rise. For the assassin duo, it would prove to be an alluring and profitable venture.
He wondered what their blood would taste like. Elemental entities; he wagered he never tasted any before, or it was his memory failing him again.
Leaning against the cool rail with the sinewy part of his back, he kept his arms folded under his bare chest. Foregoing a shirt as he always did, his refined musculature was put on display for all to see. Being a vampire, he had a preference towards cooler climates, as though he were a variety of reptile. But weather conditions affected him less, though his manner of dress, only inclusive to a pair of green pants, boots, and a pendant sporting a simple fang, suited the current atmosphere. There were no notable armaments on his own person.
Though he possessed a much shorter mane of dark hair, the saline wind managed to billow it against his cheeks regardless. He was not doing this out of the kindness of his heart, but spurred on by his voracious appetite for destruction, blood, and money. Varro doubted it would lead him closer to recalling information about the individuals who wronged him in the past, but it was a welcomed detour to exercise his vile compulsions.
”I agree. The faster we get there, the more time that can be spent flaying them slow,” the man replied, venting his thoughts and attempting to gain insight on his partner’s point of view in return. There were killers who did it for different reasons than himself, but he was always curious if he spotted likeminded individuals.
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BLOODCREST, varro demetrious
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[attr="class","infomain"] [attr="class","infosubtitle"] Basics NICKNAME(S) V [break] AGE 24? [break] HEIGHT 5’11 [break] PRONOUNS 170 lbs [break] SEXUAL ORIENTATION Polyamorous Pansexual [break] RACE Vampire [break] GUILD Bloodcrest [break][break] [attr="class","infosubtitle"] OOC OOC NAME Solace [break] FACE CLAIM CHARACTER Gray Fullbuster [break] FACE CLAIM SERIES Fairy Tail [break][break] [attr="class","infosubtitle"] Freeform A ruthless experiment escapee, Varro is a man who is unaware of his own background. Though the necessities remained when it comes to language and other inherent pieces of knowledge, the initial remnants of memory only included a single letter from his name—V. The amnesia diminished enough to reveal his full name, but that was it. What his captors were after, he only knew it pertained to his race. A lust for blood, a voracious appetite that if neglected would result in his demise, he needed only to put two and two together. And he had no problem with indulging. [break][break] With his magic type and ancestry, recruitment into an assassin’s guild founded by a vampire was canny. Learning that such organizations possessed a wealth of information about targets, a web of contacts residing within the underworld, he had no problem joining in pursuit of his memory, and slaughtering those who dared rob him of his past. And when it came to assassination—he certainly possessed the mind for that; he both excelled and revelled in it, embracing his race’s nature. |
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