Gothic City [CVnU: Living Location]

@sarah_mania:

"Ah, shit..." Abruptly spinning around and widening his eyes in due shock, the Verdant Knight thrust out his palms and tried to create a type of green barrier, spewing across of the entire width and height of the hallway from the ground to the ceiling and managing to stop some of the bullets, but unluckily, to save himself, the Gothic Knight couldn't keep up with Sarah, pressing his arms out as though he was resisting a gigantic weight, when in fact, he was pushing against the bombardment, round after round, smashing into his construct and not seeming to relent. "THOMPSON!" He roared, talking into his microphone, the green wall slowing breaking. "Turn the damn sprinklers on, I got an idea!" The archer knew he couldn't break the drones, but could he fry them? As the sprinklers doused the archer in water, and the drones, the green wall suddenly became electrified and sent out a pulse towards all the drones, hoping to fry their circuits without an explosion.

@pyrogram:

As the drones began to electrify, sparks running over them in little white currents, their spray of bullets slowed as they began to attempt countermeasures, each individual drone turning on internal fans in a desperate attempt to dry themselves -- a natural function of their reactive programming. This did, however, cut down on their power and distract their tactical intelligences, causing them to spin around idly, seemingly harmless for the moment but not destroyed.

However, this had given Sarah Drezner plenty of time to get her defenses (and her offenses) back online, and just as importantly, the Gothic Yoeman had had his back turned to her this entire time. Without a word, she left an anti-grav mine just behind his heels, the mine's implanted Atmosphere Chameleonizer causing it to assume a brief shimmer before very nearly disappearing, almost invisible in the darkness of the laboratory. Mania herself whirred back into the hall, setting razormines along the way and rotating her ammunition to the heaviest armor-piercers she could find. She wouldn't settle for a stalemate this time. One of them was going to end up either in the hospital, in a cell, or in the morgue.

@sarah_mania: @joygirl

Letting out a gentle, yet greatly satisfied sigh, the Gothic Knight relaxed his forward shielding as it slowly slimmer away into nonexistence, turning on his heel only to hear a little “click” upon stepping on the anti-gravity landmine.

“Shit,” And before the Gothic Guardian had a chance to respond, the world was unnaturally turned upside down, fortunately, the Emerald Archer’s forcefield’s were able to counteract the effects of the gravity mine, having been used to fly in space and vacuums before, the archers feet were once again reunited with the ground, looking down towards the mine and wondering what other tricks this little minx had in store.

Had this been Kurt without his abilities just a few weeks ago, that harmless anti-gravity mine would have spelled disaster for the Gothic Knight. Looking down towards his chest as rough fingers touched a few wounds, it appeared as though Mania’s drones had managed to indeed breach his shielding a little, causing a few minor lacerations where the bullets had managed to slice through his barrier, forcefield, and even physical armouring, but failing to fully penetrate the skin with anything fatal, the wounds would probably scar, though.

Looking down at his now bloodied palm, Kurt felt thankful Mania didn’t have a penchant for poison or toxins within her ammunition… With a sigh, the archer levitated into the air, unwilling to be on the receiving end of yet another set of invisible mines, and in his palm, his emerald bow reappeared with a full selection of Trion arrows ready to be conjured. Unknown to the Pendragon, Mania’s armor piercing rounds would be more than capable of effectively bypassing the MVP Leaders shielding.

Slowly gliding through the air and coincidentally avoiding the razor mines due to his flight, the archer poised his bow forward, hoping to come into contact with Mania, although reluctant to fire straight away unless seeing her directly, wary of setting off an explosion if another annoying drone was accidentally struck. For the moment, until direct contact was made, Kurt was at the whim of Miss Drezner.

@_ophelia_:

Expecting nothing in the way of resistance for her secretive exit, Cacophony's defense was virtually nonexistent. The door slammed into her face, knocking her clear off her feet and throwing her back into the adjacent wall in the narrow hallway.

"GCPD response time's improved, nein?" she quipped, still slightly disoriented. "And the training program..."

Kicking the door away, she felt over her face a moment, pulling her hand away to confirm her busted nose. Annoyed, she jumped to her feet with a sneer, ready to face down a squad.

"That's not a cop," she corrected once greeted with the peculiar character, her demeanor marked momentarily with innocuous humor. But then, the commissioner's not so normal either. Maybe she's with the Nike rent-a-hero squad.

Minor details. Not important. Never losing sight of the situation and the attack she'd just suffered, she responded with a hastily projected 'Screeeeee,' looking to disorient the vigilante to force an opening so she could blast her with a front kick, driving the heel of her boot into her sternum and hopefully flooring her so she could make her escape.

Hey hey hey, girl, keep that inferior rent-a-hero sht to Kitten and co, we the real deal, the MVP's! Professionals! xD

@pyrogram:

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit.

Sarah flicked her rockets onto ghost mode, causing her to move slower but make considerably less noise as she flew through the seemingly labyrinthine myriad of hallways that made up the research center. No booms so far... either the drones had killed that meddler, or he had found a way around the razor mines. Had to improvise. Needed something new. He was too damn persistent!

Slithering around another corner, Sarah spotted something with possible significance -- a door. Not just any door, however... not one leading to yet another office or storage room. This one was coated in high-tensile titanium with a magnetic lock on it; something important was inside.

"Systems check," she whispered, bringing a screen up in front of her goggles that showed the state of her suit. Shields were back online (thank Iahovah) but the armor itself was badly tarnished and in need of repairs. One of her flip-out wings was damaged badly enough that she wouldn't be able to stabilize at mach speeds... not good. She needed an ace up her sleeve and maybe whatever was behind this door would give her just that.

Type VII Magnetic Lock.

>Hack?
>Ignore?
>Apply Explosions?

"Hack," Sarah whispered, her LAN immediately setting to work, though it was... taking a moment. Quickly switching to her holomap HUD, Sarah scanned the halls, searching for the emerald archer and finally, eventually, finding him -- he was flying, the dirty bastard, that was how he had gotten around the mines. Worse, he was close. Too close. Like way too close.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..." she growled, finally rewarded with a pleasant "beep" as the doors slid open, letting Miss Mercurial quickly dash inside. Within the vault was like Hanukkah, if only Hanukkah had awesome presents and was more like Christmas. What was inside was so much better than any dreidel. In fact, it seemed like she'd just gotten her hand in the cookie jar that the Gothic Knight had been trying to keep her out of.

Dashing inside deeper and commanding the doors to re-seal, she took stock of what was around, commanding her holomaps to scan any visible information inside and process it, then give her the quickest available options.

Non-Terrestrial Technology Detected. Approximating Basic Functions.

"Okay, okay, but what is it? What's it do?"

High-Powered Energy Type Weaponry Detected. Modifying Exoskeleton to Integrate.

Her HUD flashed a small map of the room, with a blinking red marker where the weapon was. Grinning and unable to stifle a little giggle, Mania zipped forward and nabbed the thing, though it appeared to be a strange, dully-colored oblong with no discernible buttons. Nonetheless, her gauntlet panel expanded and modified itself, creating a network around an extradimensional pocket. Slipping the machine inside, the gauntlet seemed to close up, emitting a soft whir as it attempted to process and assimilate the new weapon -- then bring it to the forefront of her activated offenses.

All of Alex's recent problems could be traced back to her move to Gothic. If you stretched that facts in a really biased fashion anyway. Technically it all went back to the demon hand, but she had learned to live with that burden years ago. The pain, the nightmares, the evil haunting her soul. More recently her problems were tied to Gothic though. She had enjoyed her time as a member of the Victories, and had even helped them by flitting away a baby born with godlike powers. It was not in Heaven where any villain would have trouble getting to it. It was as safe as anyone could be.

The Victories had disbanded though, and she had gone her own way again. A witch with no circle. For all her power she wasn't a solo force. As a member of the Sisterhood of Light she was supposed to have a circle to connect to emotionally. To aide her magical harmony, to help her focus. But she had no one now. No friends in this city, no circle. No one who could understand or even care. Even Zaniel was gone. Where to she didn't know. He was an angel. They were an odd race. Ancient and powerful, but unanchored. He could be back one day, or she might never see him again. It was freak chance she ever met him to begin with.

She was alone again, going from temp job to temp job. And she had a small habit now. Nothing bad. Just a little shot now and then to dull the pain. Just something to take the bite out of the demon hand for a while. And if the cost of being free of pain and nightmares for a while was waking up in a dirty ally occasionally then it was fine with her. Maybe one day she could shoot up and just drift away completely. Just sever her ties to this world and go find whatever waited on the otherside for her. That was one thing Gothic was the perfect setting for. There was no other place in the world she would rather die unknown and friendless in an ally way.

@lady_magicka: Zaniel's only a phone call away.... Or in their instance, a magical....Call ... Thing, >_> lol

@pyrogram:

Nah. He gave her too much hope. Taking her back to her dark origin.

@wildvine: So she's self-inflicted sorrow! Kinda wanna reply to you... Kinda. I feel bad for Alex, lol

@pyrogram: Anyone but Zaniel.

@wildvine: I'm not in the mood for Zaniel now anyhow, so that's fine.

I'll get you this reply straight after I replied to Joygirl. She's pestering me :P [Rightly so, haha I've ditched her twice]

@pyrogram:

I was mostly setting up Alex's situation. Go ahead and play with Joy.

@wildvine: Wana play with yoooou too :P No point RPGing on your own, otherwise... That's just fan fiction!

@pyrogram:

And its awesome.

@wildvine: Steals moderator badge, moves your post to fan fiction :P

@pyrogram: Shouldn't you be replying to Joy?

@wildvine: Can't rush perfection :P

@pyrogram: A lazy person wrote that. paid someone to write that.

@wildvine: Now lemme go post, you pesky criminal!

@sarah_mania:

Alerted by his officers that Mania had successfully breached the extra-terrestrial technology, the Gothic Knight widened his eyes and wondered if this entire fiasco was far too risky, and to defeat Mania, he would need to use his own technology. Dropping back to the ground and removing his weapons, his palm suddenly glowed orange as the repulsor (courtesy of Stark) activated. It was an inbuilt feature never used by the Gothic Knight, not even once. Until now. Clenching his fists, the archer slowly made his way to the entrance and crept round the corner, peering around, he only hoped Mania didn't pop out with something equally as deadly.

Knowing her, though.

She probably would.

Dammit.

@pyrogram:

"The itsy-bitsy spiiider..." Sarah whispered, grinning and creeping around the laboratory, keeping her HUD on and focused on Kurt as she gathered more and more technology from the research room. Nothing palpable -- mostly blueprints and notes -- but plenty of food for thought for later on. "...Crawled up the water spout...."

He had paused, probably preparing something. That wouldn't be too much trouble. Her assimilation was at 98% percent, 99%...

Assimilation Complete. Weapon ready for use.

"Yahtzee," the girl purred, switching her HUD over to a tutorial that her miniaturized tac-comms had schemed up, giving her a cliffnotes version of how the weapon worked. Point and shoot, simple enough. The note to make sure she had cover was a little troubling, but she figured she'd use her boots to retreat immediately after firing.

Exerting her mental control over the blast doors, Sarah cruised out into the hallway, the research center tapped of anything she'd come for. Pointing the alien weapon in the direction she believed the Verdant Knight to be coming from, she pointed her tarnished gauntlet and aligned her goggles crosshair with her targeting mechanism, mentally expanding the pinpoint to get a wider shot. And as soon as Kurt crossed the corner, she fired. Didn't wait to monologue, didn't hold her breath, didn't make sure it was him. Just blasted out a missile that appeared to be made of solidly compacted energy, gaining velocity and force as it accelerated and seeming to multiply both its size and its destructive power as it advanced.

Rabbit was quiet for a moment at that. She looked at Anathema with perhaps real interest for the first time. Being agreed with wasn't something she was used to. Even her own mind usually disgreed with her. She looked away again, trying to regain her casualness and blushing for reasons she couldn't begin to understand, let alone express. Anna not only took her in stride, but wasn't actively trying to distance herself. Rabbit had a friend once, or she thought she had. It could be fun to have one again.

"This is going to be great Anna." She jumped up from the chair and began to rummage through the minifridge for beer. "We'll stay up late, talk about boys, plan murders." She stood up, a banana in one hand. The sticker on the side showed a smiling banana in the top hat. The brand was Dashing Banana Inc. "Are you going to eat this?" She asked, then peeled it and took a bite without waiting for a reply.

Oooh

@sarah_mania:

Likewise, the Verdant Knight had adopted the same ideology, and as soon as Mania crossed the corner... He fired.

His eyes instantly widened as he noticed her apparently lack of hesitation, barely managing to thrust out his palm and fire off a repulsion blast in her direction as he was violently flown backwards and smashed into a wall, a wall, which cracked from the force.

Coughing, the Gothic Knight grew dizzy, having never anticipated a blow so powerful. He wanted to stand yet his chest felt as though every rib had been broken, and his laughs punctured. They had, both of them. By his own bones.

"Ugh..." He coughed, feeling the light slowly go out, clicking a button upon his trion arm, it injected a copious amount of adrenaline into his system which kick-started him again, and allowed his healing factor to work. But still unable to stand, Kurt was in a very very very bad position. Outstretching his palm and using the electromagnetic manipulation properties of his hand, he tried to send out a gigantic pulse of EM energy, hoping to perform a crude electromagnetic pulse, and disable whatever Mania had stolen.

It cost him, though, the discharged energy caused him to feel even fainter, having just tanked an entire repulsion round to the chest and survived... It would take a while to repair.

@pyrogram:

"Bwhahahahahaha-- hey, watch it!" Sarah yelped as the repulsor blast hit her in the chest, sending her flying back, rocket boots sending her spiraling away before crashing into the opposite wall -- her forcefield took the majority of the hit, but she suddenly heard a message that was growing familiar.

Systems Offline.

"Reboot systems!" she barked, struggling up onto her feet. The man wasn't far away, and he looked to be in a bad position, cutting loose with a final attack in the form of a....

Hahhahahaa. What? An EMP? Really?

Sarah sunk down a little bit as the armor powered down, forcing her to haul the stuff with her puny geek-physique. Her HUD shut down, replaced by a blinking ellipsis informing her that systems were still attempting to reboot. They'd be up before long, however -- Sarah Drezner had invented reactive tactical intelligence when she was thirteen. Basic anti-EMP safeguards had come two years earlier.

Pushing her goggles up onto her head and lighting up a cigarette, the woman staggered forward, her footfalls heavy and metallic as she approached the emerald knight. Her armor gradually started to light up again, a crude field of greenish hexagons forming around her as a rudimentary "emergency shield" erected itself.

"Good game, I gotta say. Ya done good, kid," she coughed slightly, shrugging off the weight around her shoulders and extending one arm, some sort of advanced rifle barrel extending from it and beginning to hum, a vile sky-blue glow emanating from within. When she continued, her voice seemed much more serious. Darker. Murderous. "But you underestimate me at every turn. You have since our first meeting. I'd tell ya to buck up and try harder next time."

Her voice lowered once more as power restored itself, causing the 5'4" girl to hover upwards, shields strengthening and the hexagon pattern blending away and vanishing. "But there ain't gonna be a next time, Gothic Knight. This city belongs to me, now."

A familiar whir of drones made itself heard, a small fleet of the things having repaired themselves and returned to their mistress, forming a semi-circle around Kurt.

"Any last words?"

@sarah_mania:

In the few seconds Mania had been preoccupied with the EMP, the Pendragon merely took the few seconds to regain what energy he had left, absently allowing his right palm to flop to the side, as though he'd lost all ability to use it and gone frail.

He coughed as she approached, speaking her words, ironic ones, really.

"Heh, Sarah... I think... We've underestimated each other, at every turn."

Suddenly thrusting out his right palm, a trion arrow manifested within his grip, instantly exploding and sending sharper-than adamantium shrapnel flying in all directions, capable of lacerating through a reinforced back vault like butter, at such close distance, the chance of her evading the explosion was minimal, she'd have milliseconds to escape the blast radius, the shrapnel flew far faster than bullets as Kurt closed his eyes, concentrating on de-materializing any shards which flew his way, save killing himself.

Irrelevant of success, he elbowed the wall behind, causing it to crumble with his meta-human strength and fired a repulsion blast into the ceiling, causing it to collapse as he propelled himself through the broken wall behind and into another area, trying to stagger his way onto his feet, and escape the building, which was almost ready to collapse.

@killer_rabbit:

"I hadn't planned to, no." Ana said in a cool monotone. She tilted her entire body to watch Rabbit when she moved, her eyes never seeming to move behind the mask. She was like a villain in a horror game that followed you when you weren't watching, and moved when you looked away. Everything about the woman seemed wrong... but of course, of all the people, Killer Rabbit may have been the least likely to notice.

"Yes, we can do... many of those things," she admitted when KR gushed about all the girly slumber-party adventures they would have. "I'm sure we'll plan plenty of murders. Lots of lots of them."

@pyrogram:

As the Gothic Knight extended his hand, forming the weapon, Sarah had time for one last phrase:

"Oy, vey."

The blast shredded her shields like they were made of butter, digging into her her armor and causing multiple functions to short-circuit -- even creating an extradimensional backlash as one of her pockets was "ripped." This actually did more help than harm, surprisingly, as the tiny void the blast created swallowed a great deal of the shards that would have killed Sarah.

Not that she escaped unharmed. Even discounting the severe damage to her shields and armor, one of the shards ripped across her eye, gashing from eyebrow to cheek and causing the woman to scream out; the last thing Kurt heard from her as he fired himself off out of the research center.

@sarah_mania: Is it strange I feel bad for making her scream? xD

@pyrogram: [ Not considering that she's a very sick girl who can't get help for her problems. ]

@sarah_mania: [ Satomi is there for her.... Or will be! >_< ]

@pyrogram: [ We callin' it? ]

@sarah_mania: [We'll do Sat and Mania tomorrow if you want?]

@pyrogram: [ I'm off for the next two days. But soon! ]

@sarah_mania: Ah, cool! Be safe and stuff!

@queen_cobra

Silently puffing away at one of Gothic's dingiest bars, the Knightfall Abomination, once created by Andres Knightfall, had largely given up on trying to sate his feeling of hollowness. Instead replacing the feeling with drink after drink, drug after drug, but no matter how much was put into his immortal body, his healing factor cleaned each and every toxin out. Pulling his brown cowboy hat over his head, the Trion Titan puffed on his cigar, a circle of smoke blew out in front of him as he swat it away, looking around, not really caring who was inside, but wondering if the day would get any less.... Dull. What a boring, shitty life. Immortal, yet having nothing to do. He wasn't even depressed, or sad, merely... Existing. The timeless warrior.

@cormac: Evelyn strolled into the bar, her tall, serpentine form wrapped in black silk. The draping fabric was secured at the stomach by a golden clasp inlaid with a cut and polished diamond, the rest of her back and midsection bare around the X shape. It was her own design, one that exemplified her enhanced curvature. Her yellow eyes gazed around the bar before lingering on a wretched man at the counter. Golden heels clacked against the floor, her pheromones and sultry demeanor drawing the attention of the establishment's patrons. Such a lady of assumed finesse couldn't possibly belong here. She sat down upon a creaking stool, opened her purse to fix herself a cigarette. Her gloved fingers held the gold coated holder in her hand as she drew in a breath before expelling a trail of smoke from her black lips. The Queen of Diamonds turned her head to look at the hatted stranger. "I don't believe I've seen you at this dump before." Her words were low with a steady cadence, a natural part of her hypnotic ability.

@queen_cobra:

Women barely held interest to Cormac anymore unless they approached first, these days, he'd grown used to being rejected so many times, and being immortal, meant patience was on his side. The hollow Mutant Mauler turned to face the Queen of Diamonds, raising an eyebrow at her... Complexion. Letting out a steady breath of smokey mist, he felt a tingle crawl up his spine.

Her innate pheromones and hypnotic mesmerism was enough to charm most, if not all, men, yet Cormac wasn't inherently attracted to women anymore. But even still, she'd piqued whatever interest which was able to be piqued. "Hm, new. Wanted to try somewhere else for a change" He looked ahead, dabbing the cigar into an ash tray, and back to Cobra. "What about you, girl? You look richer and somehow more classy than the normal people who come here," Even if you're an f*ck ugly. "what's your deal?"

@cormac: Oh, he's one to talk, Mr. Carpet Body!

Cobra gave a fanged grin. "Oh, I run thisss part of the town. I like to hear all the gossssip. Mingle with the commonersss asss it were. I may look rich now, but I ssstarted asss an urchin. Never quite got ssseedy placccesss like thisss out of my blood." Her forked tongue flicked as her gold eyes attempted to look into his with their hypnotic propensity. "Why don't you tell me your name, ssstranger?"

@queen_cobra:

Fangs, huh? Cormac thought, suddenly much more intrigued and captivated by Cobra, least of all her alluring, and somewhat sexy slur on words. Looks aside, she wasn't that bad. He turned, resting on the counter, and removed his hat, placing it on the counter and giving the woman a hollow stare back, straight into her golden eyes. "Cormac," He paused, "I know about that. Trust me." He took a puff of smoke, putting it back into the tray, looking up. "And what's your name, sexy?" He smirked, looking down and puffing again, Cormac hadn't been around since forever and not learnt to play nice, she had approached him first, and he was thankful.

@cormac: "Cormac. It isss a pleasssure." She smiled contentedly, puffing on her own smoke. The serpentine woman was delighted to be considered sexy without the suggestion of such. But was he strong enough? Eve continued to stare into his eyes, her eyes the hypnotist's flame. "Well, you won't rat me out." The hypnotic suggestion of his obedience was given. "Around here, I'm known as Queen Cobra. My name... isss Evelyn Queen." She leaned forward on a satin gloved hand, her gaze faltering for the moment while she knocked a bit of ash into the tray. Her black lips curled up at the edges. "Tell me more about yourssself, handsssome." Her steady cadence begging a desired response.

@queen_cobra:

"The pleasure's all mine," the vagabond said, his rough, deep tone was complimented by his animalistic eyes, strangely enough, however, eyes, which were engrossed by Evelyn's own. "Don't worry 'bout that, Cobra, watch'a you take me for? I've been 'round the block enough times to know a Crime... Mistress, when I see one," Cormac smirked, nudging his stool closer, he rest his weight on the counter, looking at the woman's curled lips, and then back to those golden, hypnotic eyes. "A runaway. A mercenary. A killer, a... Monster, and... Now? Lost." Those five words summed up his life, in one little sentence. Each stage of his life had been one of those, and now, he was truly lost midst immortality. "I've been it'all, sexy. Everything 'part from normal, normal wasn't ever an option for me," He huffed, "I wasn't born normal," he glanced up, "but I'd guess you know 'bout that, Evelyn..." It wasn't meant to be offensive, merely... Stating an observation. He was very coarse.

@cormac: Her heart fluttered slightly at his description of himself, his rough but currently warm voice intriguing her all the more. Her eyes glimmered with a smile. She shifted her frame in closer even as he did, mimicking motions also a subtle trick of suggestion, a way to form a kind of empathy between two people. "Runaway, assssassssin, fassshion desssigner, madam. That isss my own progressssion. In sssome waysss, it ssseemsss you and I are very sssimilar. Only I have found my placcce for the time being. Perhapsss I can help you find yoursss." Her lips curled around the stem of her holder, drawing in a toxic breath to release it through her nostrils. "I wasssn't born at all. I wasss made thisss way." For a moment, her confident demeanor faltered, her eyes drifting to the floor. "I didn't turn out asss planned. My powersss went out of control, turned me into a monssster of ssscaled flesssh and poisssonous ssskin." Golden eyes returned to his with a look of undeniable power. "But it is the monsssters who overcome their fate. We cannot sssettle for the mundane. Normal isss boring."

@queen_cobra:

Slightly startled by the sudden connection, Cormac hadn't felt understood in many months. Years, even. Nudging closer as the woman did too, he could almost feel her heart fluttering, wanting to delve further into who she was. What she was, and everything else. With a little sigh, his perpetually angry eyes dimmed, melancholy took hold instead.

"You... Were made... Too?" This wasn't real. This must have been a kind of joke, someone, for some reason, was playing a game. Nobody could have shared this many life progressions and traits as Cormac, nobody understood his plights, nobody. Or at least, that's what he'd brainwashed himself to think. "I... Was once a man... A man with... Powers, they were dangerous," His countenance was clearly shifting, one to a more talkative demeanor "...A man experimented on me, turned me... into... THIS!" Thumping his fist down as three trion claws protruded his hand, they sliced through a beer bottle, slowly seeping back into his fist as blood trickled down the skin, the crimson liquid making it's way onto the table, staining the wood.

"...Sorry," He huffed, remembering her words, and raising a palm, a single, delicate palm, a contrast to his angered self. "Poisonous skin... Not venomous, hm?" Was she untouchable? "You can't be touched, bullshit..." Raising his palm, he gently placed it upon on her scaled cheek, instantly regretting the decision, his palm burned, stung, as though the most hostile poison had been injected into his system...

Gnarling, panting, creasing his brow, he kept his hand upon the woman's bare skin, curling his hand around her entire neck, and moving in closer, peering into her golden eyes, holding back tears of pain as his body fought for control... Desperately so, "E...Eve....Nnn..." He gnarled, "...Normal, IS boring." Thoughtlessly, Cormac went to kiss the woman's lips, irrespective of the torturous pain, he couldn't die, and the pain... It made him feel alive, truly, alive.

Nice stuff.

@shadowswordmaster: Thanks!

@cormac: No problem man.

@cormac: The display of his claws did little to strike fear into the former assassin, if anything, it allured her. Her eyes descended to the man's hand to see the physical effect it had on him. Every time such an ability was used, it had to cause pain. What a curse... as he made note of her comment of poisonous skin, her lips parted to reiterate, "Yesss, I can't cont--" Her yellow eyes widened as he reached out to touch her. Her gloved fingers wrapped about his wrists as if to draw it away. Though she knew that unless he could heal through it, he was already a dead man walking. And still he kept his hold on her despite the stinging pain her unique toxin was said to induce. His rough hand wrapped around her slender throat. Then wonder of all, he leaned in to press his lips to hers. Long, dark lashes descended over her vibrant eyes as their lips met in a kiss. Her heart beat through her scaled chest as one of her longings that had gone unfulfilled for years was bestowed upon her. The otherwise tender moment alighted a fire within her, and her natural cloud of pheromones intensified as she desired to have the fellow killer for her own.

@queen_cobra:

Pain and unforeseen passion was sparked within the self-proclaimed monster as his lips met Cobra's own, eliciting a flurry of emotions and sensations to course through his body, and mind. Pain, pleasure, enjoyment, torment, her lips alluring taste was only best by her lips unbearable pain, yet he continued, relishing in the moment and lustfully wrapping a second hand around the woman's back, pulling her in closer to his chest and almost touching her own, two hearts beat far more quickly than usual, two darkened souls momentarily lit by an action taken for granted by so many, a mere kiss, a simple, delicate kiss. He broke off, panting with pain, gulping, a little dizzy, yet giddy too. He sighed, looking at Eve, straight in the eyes, a feral lust imbued within his own. "T...That..." He pant, "Was one of the best kisses...." Having no care in the world, Cormac placed a single palm upon the woman's thigh, leaning in and whispering into her ear, his palm, running dangerously up her leg as he quietly spoke, "let's get outta this shitty bar, I'm sure you've had more than enough, I know I have..." Smirking as he winced in pain once more, Cormac grit his teeth, holding back a snarl.