[RPBT] Anastasia Hallows v. Alicia

[CassinoChips]

Setting: Alicia's Playground
An area created by Alicia where she would take her victims and torture them. A thin layer of blood is on the ground at all times to show the dread the victims have when they enter. Chains hang from the roof and corpses of her previous victims hang all across the walls. The roof is all dark even if the chains hang from the roof and gives the illusion of a endless room. For Alicia this is her precious playground, for everyone else it's a living nightmare.

 

[Gaige]

Footsteps sounded in the blood stained floor, the heels piercing the bright red surface of the liquid and causing distortions to ripple along the opaque blood. The woman who stepped forward was tall and beautiful, but her exquisite facial features were marred by an expression of foreboding and caution.

Now just how had she, Anastasia Hallows ended up here? She had been walking through the confines of her forest, and had suddenly been overcome by a feeling of being lightheaded, before a dazzling white light consumed her consciousness. When she recovered, it had been to find herself standing here, in this ominous place that reeked of blood, death and pure, unfiltered evil.

Looking around, Anastasia was startled to see human carcasses, in various, though advanced stages of decay, hanging from the walls, most of them bound and held fast by viciously tight chains. Those who still had some skin left upon their rotting faces expressed terror, agony, and an unending pain that sent a shiver running down Anastasia's spine. It took a lot to frighten her, but this had been done by someone barbaric and ruthless, and Anastasia knew power when she saw the victims of it.

Fingering a loose chain that dangled from the ceiling, without a victim living or dead for it to bind, Anastasia listened to the rattling noise it produced. So these chains were like... trophy cases?

And the bodies the trophies.

Usually, Anastasia would be happy to set foot inside a place like this. Twisters were squatters of sorts by nature, and took over vacated territory for themselves, making it their own and taking their victims there until it was time to move on.

However, there was a problem. There was still a presence that resided in this seemingly endless room. Something powerful and indescribably evil, potentially with much more power than Anastasia. Not to mention that this was not Anastasia's home turf. If she fought here, she would be at a disadvantage.

One hand on her gun, Anastasia moved swiftly but cautiously onwards.

 

[Subeinu]

Somewhere in the endless, bloody lair a woman having the appearance of a young girl would be kneeling in the thin layer of blood that was on the floor. She seemed to be having a tea party as there were chairs and a table standing in the midst of the floor.

"Would you like some tea Mrs?"

The way she spoke that small sentence was of a dead tone of voice. It was if like the very life of the words was drawn out of it and almost made it seem dead. It was then she took the cup and put it too the severed head that was the supposed 'Mrs'.

The area she was in was a unfinished part of her horrific lair as there were only a few corpses on the walls and many more in a pile to her right side. It was then she could feel vibrations in the layer of blood that coated the floor. Someone was inside and Alicia wanted to play.

A chain extended and released itself making it around a meter and slithered itself around Alicia's arm as if it was a snake and Alicia slowly, but surely started to walk towards this unknown person. One thing was for sure and that was that she would be in for some fun.

 

[Gaige]

Anastasia's sensitive hearing picked up a voice in the distance. It seemed to be addressing someone else. But aside from Anastasia herself and the powerful presence she had sensed, Anastasia could detect no more life within this pit. Still, she could not afford to make a mistake in enemy territory, and she could always be wrong. The pungent stench of rotting bodies was nothing to Anastasia. She preferred fresh blood, and this smell of death could easily be blocking her detection.

The smell of more recently dead assaulted Anastasia's senses as she came closer to the source of the power. There was no doubt in her mind now. It was like a freezing blast of clarity. Whatever had killed the corpses adorning the walls was ahead, and likely wouldn't hesitate to make Anastasia next in its collection of morbid art.

It was for this reason that Anastasia kept a hand on her sleek Desert Eagle firearm as she advanced through the ground, into places unknown. She kept her hand to the wall as a piece of solidity for her to cling to. She was not troubled by the irregularities of the wall as her hand slipped over the carcasses. Even as blood stained her hands and the sleeves of her dress, and blood soaked into her shoes, Anastasia didn't falter.

A figure was now visible in the distance. Quite a short figure compared to Anastasia's six foot, almost deceptively small. Something seemed to wrap around her arm, and Anastasia wasn't sure what it was, nor did she particularly care. Power emanated off the figure ahead like heat did from an oven, and Anastasia knew that this little thing had caused all the pain and agony that remained as an exhibition on the faces of the dead and as the film of blood on the ground.

Now that Anastasia approached, the figure, before now a blackened silhouette, took on a feminine shape. She was short, around five foot, give or take, and with long, oddly styled light purple hair that seemed to have been allowed free growth over her eye on the left side, while neat and confined on the right, revealing a prominent, dark blue eye that seemed to stare at Anastasia like an epiphany of death. Controlled power oozed from her as though the child like woman was a nuclear reactor, and the slightest thing could unleash a fatal blast.

Again a shiver of inexplicable nerves ran down Anastasia's spine, and she pulled out her gun and flicked the safety off with one finger. The click echoed up and down the area, bouncing off the walls as the sound died. Pointing it directly at the demonic woman in front of her, Anastasia was displeased to find her grip wavering slightly. She was unnerved now, and that would effect her fighting skills if that was what it was to come to. Anastasia had to calm down if she wanted to survive.

 

[Subeinu]

Alicia stood still as the echo of the gun's safety was released and rang through the endless room. She did not seem to care or budge at all with the gun pointed at her. She was however rather facinated by the woman standing before her.

The woman was around six foot tall with long, dark red, wavy hair that extends down her back. The hair was beautiful and it's thickness and the way it have been treated was flawless. She could not see much detail on the face except for her pale skin and scarlet eyes, but one thing was for sure and that was that she was armored from top too toe, except her head.

Alicia did not seem to think of her as a threat, nor did she think she would become a threat at all. She was not afraid as the woman only seemed to pull out a gun against a demon like woman as herself. She kept wondering why this woman had entered her lair with just a mere gun. Maybe there was something else with this woman than just good looks and a gun, this fact made her somewhat a intimidating woman.

Alicia felt that this would most likely be a battle of great pleasure, but she knew that she had too win. This woman would be a great trophy for her to hang on a special place on the many free places that her walls have.

The chain started to move down her hand as it slithered down too the thin layer of blood that coated the floor. The chain still seemed to be around her wrist and Alicia had a tight grip on the chain. She raised her hand to her lips and licked her fingers before giving off a slight moan to show how she would enjoy the kill.

It was then she attacked using her chain as a whip which was aimed at her gun to maybe disarm her swiftly. For all Alicia knew that was her only way of fighting, but the energy streaming through the unknown womans body kept telling her that it was not the case.

 

[Gaige]

The woman stood, unfazed at the deadly weapon being pointed at her. Anastasia stood in battle ready position, her feet splashing in the blood as she assumed battle stance. She fied the gun twice, then sidestepped in anticipation of a counterattack, cursing as she saw her wavering aim had caused the bullets to fly high.

The girl did not seem at all intimidated, and that too, made Anastasia nervous. She was used to her victims cowering in a heap in a corner, or running terrified from her, before begging for the sparing of their miserable lives. But here, here was someone with a deadly calm. Mere human weapons would not scare her.

The thing wrapped around the unnatural woman's arm was moving. A chain, like those that bound the bodies now. It seemed to have assumed a life of its own; slithering, serpentine, down the limb towards her palm. Anastasia's eyes narrowed a the girl licked her fingers and moaned, glorifying in what was to come. She was obviously going to enjoy this. Still, perhaps the girl was getting arrogant. Time Anastasia put the little brat back into her place: Hell

There was no time for any more thought as the chain lashed out like a whip and struck her in the knuckles, whipping upwards to disarm her and send her gun flying into the darkness behind. Anastasia was startled by the speed and sound of the attack; the heart-rending crack preceded a stab of pain. Anastasia looked at her knuckles, to see they were torn, raw and bloody. Disarmed, Anastasia let her hand fall to her side, the trickle from her hands adding to the shallow lake of blood below.

Stepping back, eyes fixed on the cunning little snake and her weapon, Anastasia charged her magic. Physical, human weapons would not have any effect on an inhuman target, and so she let the magic course through her veins, her face assuming the feral look it took when Anastasia was comsumed by a magical bloodlust. Raising her uninjured left hand, she allowed the magic to course to there through her arm, heat filling her body as she so. However, Anastasia kept the animal instinct under control. This first magical assault was merely a test of the waters, or, rather, a test of the blood.

Sparks began to form in the space above her hand. Instead of flurrying into the air and scattering, as wind usually made them, the golden rods fused into a single cluster of light. Then, without warning, ignited with a flash of amber light. Anastasia seemed to be holding a condensed sphere of flaming air. Or rather, maintaining it, as it hovered a few inches above her hand, crackling sounds emitting from it, like some sort of alien language from a fire elemental.

Complete after a few seconds, the feeling of lightheadedness soon faded as energy left her body and was absorbed by the fireball. Anastasia looked at the girl with a smirk, before willing the fireball forward and at the girl. It shot forward like a blazing bullet at high speeds, straight for the girl's chest. Blood boiled as the fireball passed over.

Just a test of the water. Nothing more.

 

[Subeinu]

Alicia stood still as the woman stepped back from her. She could feel a pulsing new energy that came from her body. Alicia had never been somewhat worried, but this was beyond what she felt that the woman could be able too.

She turned towards her and looked at her letting her do whatever she wanted to do. It wasn't like Alicia did not have a few secrets up her sleeve. She looked upon the woman as her face had a feral look upon her face. The power Alicia felt from before was now coursing through her veins and before she knew it something interesting might happen.

It was then the sparks started to form in the space above her hand. Alicia's eyes widened just a slight bit as she could see this woman was not a typical fighter, she was a magic user. The sparks that formed above her hand did not seem to trail off from the point of origin, but rather it seemed to create a single cluser of light. Alicia was intrigued that the woman showed some of her powers, but something within her said that it was not her full power she used, just a mere attack. After a few seconds it was complete and as it was complete the woman had a smirk cross her face and the fireball was sent of like a blazing bullet at high speed.

Alicia did not know how to react as her reaction towards such attacks was not as great as her reflexes towards melee combat. She could see that it was aimed at her heart and managed to move a bit away before it blasted into her shoulder and knocked her back.

Alicia stood up and looked at her shoulder and too her agony she saw her shoulder being wounded, blood pouring from her shoulder and anyone could see that she was in pain, however she suddenly started too not care for the pain. It was then out of nowhere she started to speak as the first hit was dealt to her body.

"You are going to die."

She still had the cold face that she had before. Blood was now slithering down her fingers and dripped down in the layer of blood that coated the floor in a dark crimson color. However as her blood hit the darker blood it started to spread and change color at a slow pace.

"I will gladly take your beautiful hair and rip it from your precious roots."

Her eyes seemed more and more spastic, the blood she spilled seemed to disturb her greatly as she did not seem to like the view of her own blood. It was then she would show her true powers.

The chain she was holding suddenly stiffened up so it would become more of a blunt melee weapon than a whip and as she did so she placed her unarmed hand ontop of her wound and smiled.

"Die."

She repeted the word four times in a quick repetition. Her blood all over her unarmed hand. She licked her fingers licking of some of the blood and smiled greatly, which was not normal for her.

Suddenly from her wound spikes of blood was shot towards the woman at a high repetition, but not only did it shoot from there. She pointed at the womans bloody hand and had a short giggle as spikes started to form from the blood that was spilled from her wounded hand ready to pierce again.

The spikes might not be strong alone, but when they are all concentrated on a single point on the target, they could break her armor over time, something she was hoping she would be able to do after a wile. She might not be able to do so immediately, but if the woman don't watch her step she will get served on a silver plate.

 

[Gaige]

Anastasia smiled elatedly as she saw the girl's eyes widen. It was only marginal, but it was there. Anastasia had startled her opponent, and now she could move in for the kill. The undersized runt had overestimated herself, and underestimated Anastasia. This mistake would prove fatal. To the girl.

Anastasia's smile widened as she saw the fireball hit the brat's shoulder. It had a little knockback effect too, as Anastasia's opponent, as she seemed to stumble, then fall. How weak she was; if a simple charged fireball was enough to knock her down, then Anastasia's ultimate attacks would tear her apart.

She also couldn't help but to notice the girl seemed more wary of magical assaults than physical attacks, which led Anastasia to the conclusion that physical assaults had no effect on her, or at least very little. She had barely reacted to the gun, yet the fireball had made her wary, and knocked her down. Well, Anastasia would just have to make magic her primary form of attack now.

But as Alicia's threat left her lips, Anastasia stiffened, her face becoming coldly calm again. It wasn't that she was scared. It took a lot to scare the Twister. However, she knew this was no idle threat. The demonic girl would do anything she could to kill and hurt her. The bodies on the wall were proof enough of that.

However, like any child, she seemed horrified at the sight of her own blood. This made Anastasia smile as the girl's face became lightly erratic and manic, her striking blue eyes in particular betraying her discontent.

"Die. Die. Die. Die."

Four times the girl said that word, and each time Anastasia felt a distortion in the air. Magic was gathering. And it was powerful. The magic made Anastasia's senses pick up acute channels of power. One of them was... within her?!

Her skin where her knuckles had been ripped was tingling unpleasantly. It was a tickling sensation, and then became hot, like an infected cut. Something was forming in there. Solidifying and becoming dangerous. The same thing was happening to Anastasia's opponent. This was where most of the magic was channeling itself.

Spikes formed in her foe's wound, where Anastasia had hit her with the fireball. These were formed of blood. Blood alchemy?! This was getting out of hand. Anastasia had to bring this to an end, and soon, or she would be killed. A spike also formed on her wound and all shot towards Anastasia at high speed.

The spikes pierced Anastasia's armour. She dodged some, but could not evade them all, and some pierced the plates of her armour with a terrible grating sreech. Some slipped through to pierce her skin and side, thankfully missing any major organs. Nevertheless, the high pitched squeal of metal made Anastasia's senstive ears flare up in pain. She hissed, catlike.

Time to finish this.

There was more pain as Anastasia used her mind to remove the spikes of blood from her body, and the energy drain didn't help matters. Invisible hands pulled the spikes of hardened blood out and propelled them towards their maker.

 

[Subeinu]

Alicia looked at Anastasia as she was dodging her spikes and seeing her armour getting impaled and some even hit her beautiful skin. Alicia's mind went into a shroud of insanity as her eyes were starting to get bloodshot of pure pleasure.

Her fingers were tingling for every second Anastasia was hurt. She loved the fact she was getting hurt after acting all serious earlier with the mere gun. She then thrusted her fingers into her wound that was on her shoulder and let more blood run down her hand and into the layer on the floor to make her blood stream faster into the layer of blood.

It was then the unknown happened that she did not expect at all. This would most likely be her first time being surprised in a kill she would classify by now as a easy one. The spikes that have been magically hardened by her very own powers was now getting taken out and turned against her. Was it telekinesis? was it vector arms? She did not know. The pulses that strongly was beaten from her own body made it hard for her too even try too find out the couse for it.

It was then they were sent propelling against her. What could she possibly do against her own blood. It was if like time stopped for her at that second and everything slowly started to move again. The spikes went straight through her creating several open wounds all over her body. Her body spastically moving in mid air as she got ramapaged by the spikes.

Landing on her feet, blood running down from her wounds she stumbled backwards and away from the woman. Some of the spikes have managed to clog up some of the wounds and since it was her own blood it was not much of a nuisance.

"It hurts.. Mommy.. it hurts.. it hurts Mommy.. don't let it do that to me.. it hurts.."

It was if the child within Alicia have slowly slipped out through the pain, but mere seconds afterwards she was back too her old self. Standing straight with her head bent down her shoulders started to move up and down in spastic motions.

"Ahahaha.."

Her head flung back as her arms stretched out too each side. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was aswell. Her teeth could be seen as razorsharp fangs within that small mouth and a crazy, almost manic laugh was exiting her mouth. The chain slithered around her foot in fright of it's master as blood started too stream towards her hands. Her hands were covered in blood and as it did it hardened and turned into crimson claws that were on her hands. A wicked smile was on her face now as if she was turned to insanity just too kill this woman, the pain she just suffered seemed to be completely gone.

"You shall.. kaka.. die.. kaka.. kekekeke~"

Alicia used her extreme speed and all the force she had in her legs too jump too the right wall and sticking to it as blood hardened around her feet. The blood layer on the floor seemed to become brighter and brighter going from a dark maroon too now a bright crimson. Something with the blood on the ground seemed to act as a countdown for something dangerous.

Alicia however had no time too waste. She bent her knees and ejected from the wall at full force with a banshee's scream as the claws she have made was stretched out and ready to claw the woman at any given chance. Her aim was at her head and any other open area that Anastasia had, yet if the claws hit her armor they would surely break.

 

[Gaige]

Anastasia watched with some amusement as the girl's eyes became misty and unfocused. Her eyes betrayed the mania the blood's scent was awakening within her. Anastasia knew this because, as a child, she had experienced this same feeling, and the will to go wild and destroy was always tempting. However, Anastasia had been taught to suppress these instincts until the time was right. And now was not the right time.

Still, she could not help but feel some sort of kindred spirit with her opponent. She too, was all alone, with no one to guide her. Ha. It was almost as if the gods themselves had forsaken her. How deliciously vicious of them. This girl was still her opponent, and... well it wasn't in Anastasia's nature to be compassionate, and why defy nature when it so brilliantly sided with the Twisters?

Yet Anastasia was surprised when the girl plunged her hand into her wound, practically coaxing the blood out with her hands. Anastasia was quite shocked, and she couldn't conceal it either. Such a sudden movement. Was this bitch into masochism? Did she get kicks out of her own pain? How unexpected. Still, Anastasia couldn't see how it would affect the battle. Simply more blood to add to the film of blood already coating the ground.

Anastasia closed her eyes and smiled as she turned the spikes upon their creator. Her teeth slipped over her lips as she moaned delightfully. The spikes flew, and now it was time for Anastasia to resist the pull of drunken blood-lust, to deny a decadent feast of sinful pleasure as the spikes pierced and passed through the girl. Anastasia smiled as she took a brief sniff of the lifeblood. Gaping holes were left in the girl, and these were Anastasia's favourites, as they would continue to bleed until they were healed or the victim was dead.

Anastasia, too, was wounded however, and the brief sense of triumph she felt was not something she allowed to cloud her judgement. She had to act fast.

But as she stumbled backwards called out "It hurts.. Mommy.. it hurts.. it hurts Mommy.. don't let it do that to me.. it hurts.." Anastasia laughed uncontrollably, throwing her head back to the blackened ceiling as tears ran down her face.

“I'm not your mother, little girl.” She chuckled again and wiped her eyes as she looked at the injured girl. “I don't think your mother wants you, little girl. That is if you haven't killed her already. Poor orphaned little demon girl, destined to forever dwell in this cold dark place.” Another chuckle left the Twister's lips. “Even when you're dead.”

But now the girl was laughing manically, and Anastasia summoned more magic to her fingertips, just in case. More blood magic. This time the girl was using her own blood to form wickedly sharp scarlet talons, and the blood on the floor was lightening with the formation of these claws. It was a bad omen. Anastasia could tell.

And now she was sticking to the walls with hardened blood as her anchor. What was this hell? And what was the girl planning now?

A horrendous scream that sent goosebumps down Anastasia's arms and legs preceded an awful pain as Alicia leapt from the wall and drove her new claws straight through Anastasia's open spots where the blood spikes had ripped gaping holes in her armour and erupted out of her back. Anastasia gasped, gulped and stood up straight, causing the claws to tear further up her body. She stumbled. This time the bitch had pierced a vital organ. Anastasia was in a race against time now.

“You... are going to die...” whispered Anastasia.

A charged fireball formed in one hand, then the other. She had charged the fireball for just this reason when she saw that Alicia had been planning something.

“Time to join your mother in Hell!” hissed Anastasia, and brought both fireballs towards Alicia, intending to crush her skull and burn her to ash.

 

[Subeinu]

OOC: Last post for me.

Alicia had her claws in the woman, they pierced her and blood flowed from them. Alicia like the sight of her enemy in pain, seing the blood running was proof enough on that. She looked up at the woman with a bright sweet smile as she moved her claws within her body just to make it hurt more.

"This was fun."

She was enjoying this far too much as her entire body and sences had dropped their guard and was completely sure that this was it. There was nothing more the woman could do, but she was wrong. Intense heat was building up from two points which was the womans hands. Alicia did not know how this woman could still have energy to do this.

It was then she could feel the fireballs coming towards her from both hands. They were set too destroy Alicia by the time they connected with her body. She tried to break loose, but the claws were stuck in her body and she could not break free. She was done for.

As the fireballs connected with her tiny body she was set aflame. Her head hurt as it slowly, but surely was getting more and more pressured too break. A gutripping scream could be heard from Alicia's mouth as her powers too remove pain could not keep up with the amount of pain she was getting from this attack.

For a faint few seconds Alicia's old self could be seen as a child with tearfilled eyes only wanting too find a home and someone who loved her, thou afterwards it was back to the demon she had become from all the terrible things that have happened to her. Alicia's claws then broke off and she fell into the blood, burned, scarred, dead.

A purple fog released from her body and a purple clothed demon with raven black haired and pale skin exited her body. She kneeled down and held Alicia in her arms and lifted her up before walking off. It seemed as the lady was the host of Alicia and did not pose a threat against without her.

Alicia was dead, the battle was over and the violet devil have been slowed down again.

 

[Gaige]

Anastasia laughed as Alicia ran around, aflame. She felt the girl's pain and saw her scream, listening with delight and watching for a second the innocent little girl returned and revelling even more that an innocent soul felt the pain she so wanted her to feel. Anastasia had known that something more pure lay just below the surface, and was delighted that she had brought that something out. Ah, fire, glorious fire!

Now she watched the demonic spirit carry the girl's ruined body away and smiled, praying that the innocent's soul would burn forever in the bowels of Hell for her dabbling in darkness. Who knew where the girl's body would be taken now?

Still, it was time to return. Return to the comfort and security of her wood, to heal and get ready to face her next opponent. The life of a Twister was endless battle, full of passion and blood-lust, and Anastasia had many more battles to go before she was to die. So she hoped.

But there was still one last thing to do before she could return.

Gathering darkness, she let purple crystals form in her hands and fly into the air, before they released blasts of darkness towards the corpses on the wall, blasting them off the walls, and into the blood below. The energy drain did not matter. This was a matter of pride. If the spirit left the girl on the ground, she would be indistinguishable from the other corpses. Simply... nothing

Gathering more energy, she teleported back to the welcome darkness of her forest. Who knew if she would survive her wounds? But she was home. And her opponent was dead.

That was all that mattered to a Twister.

 

[CassinoChips]

Nice job, gentlemen. Didn't have too many reactions, really, so I'm just going to jump right into the judging aspect.

ORIGINALITY: Slight edge to Sub. The aspect of her blood abilities is intriguing.

CREATIVITY: Slight edge to Sub. As above, the blood abilities are interesting, and they're used in a clever way. Although, I do want to point out that I liked Diar using Alicia's own ability against her, by sending the blood spikes back at their controller.

INTERACTION W/ ENVIRONMENT: Slight edge to Sub. Home field advantage, in this case.

READABILITY: Edge to Diar. There were quite a few grammatical errors on both sides, and I had to double back on several sentences. But in general, Diar's posts seemed to flow a little better and contained fewer errors.

YIELDABILITY: Push. I thought both characters took their fair share of blows, and reacted accordingly.

POWER-PLAYING/GOD-MODDING: Push. (No issues.)

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And the winner is......









SUBEINU

Congrats, and I'll see you in the finals.