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[ Closed ] My, what big teeth you have
Who: Hisui Hearts and Kor Meteor
When: Late August
Where: Around the city, later in apartment
What: Hisui isn't handling stress well. Turnskin tend to shift when stressed. It all goes downhill from there.
Warnings: Violence, possible blood, will update if more is needed.
[ Hisui has never been an expert at handling stress. He can work under pressure, but that hardly changes the fact that he has a short temper, and he's quick to snap when frustrated. And lately, a lot of that frustration has built up. Restless and agitated, Hisui is trying to occupy himself with putting away some laundry, but his thoughts are swarming.
There had been someone hurt. Not severely, but still in need of help. His hands had twitched, he immediately reached inward for his Will Artes...only to feel nothing. Instead there had been claws at the ends of his fingers, a fantastic new addition the last full moon had granted him with. Luckily, there had been someone nearby that was able to assist. And, somehow, watching that person able to easily do what Hisui suddenly couldn't left him feeling like an empty husk.
He was never a miracle worker, sure. His healing was enough to get he and his traveling companions by when they were out traveling, but not enough to replace a doctor. But outside very few scenarios, it was more than enough. He could still get by, he could still keep everyone in good enough shape that there was less to worry about. But here?
He had nothing.
There were people suffering that he couldn't do a damn thing about. If he was lucky he could do some basic first aid or assist the witches where he could, applying pre-made salves or fetching supplies. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt useless. The only thing he really had was that alien feeling gnawing at the corner of his mind. The same gnawing that was changing what he was, that was toying with his spiria, that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
It's too much at this point. The stress of having the one thing he could use to help taken away from him, instead replaced with a voice he couldn't silence. And that night, after countless nights of growing louder and louder despite his best efforts, the voice finally grew too loud to control.
Fur spreads. Pupils narrow to slits. Teeth elongate into fangs. A tail springs forth. Claws sprout from his fingers. If there were any sign of Hisui here before, it's long gone. In fear, or perhaps anger, or some other emotion...or maybe even no emotion at all, he lets out a high-pitched roar.
There are enormous claw marks on the floor and the window sill. The half-folded clothing and bandages are scattered everywhere, some of them having been torn to scraps. Furniture has been knocked over. Most importantly though, the window - where most of the claw marks are - is wide open, and the curtains are in tatters. Hisui - or the beast that's supposed to be him - has long fled. ]
When: Late August
Where: Around the city, later in apartment
What: Hisui isn't handling stress well. Turnskin tend to shift when stressed. It all goes downhill from there.
Warnings: Violence, possible blood, will update if more is needed.
[ Hisui has never been an expert at handling stress. He can work under pressure, but that hardly changes the fact that he has a short temper, and he's quick to snap when frustrated. And lately, a lot of that frustration has built up. Restless and agitated, Hisui is trying to occupy himself with putting away some laundry, but his thoughts are swarming.
There had been someone hurt. Not severely, but still in need of help. His hands had twitched, he immediately reached inward for his Will Artes...only to feel nothing. Instead there had been claws at the ends of his fingers, a fantastic new addition the last full moon had granted him with. Luckily, there had been someone nearby that was able to assist. And, somehow, watching that person able to easily do what Hisui suddenly couldn't left him feeling like an empty husk.
He was never a miracle worker, sure. His healing was enough to get he and his traveling companions by when they were out traveling, but not enough to replace a doctor. But outside very few scenarios, it was more than enough. He could still get by, he could still keep everyone in good enough shape that there was less to worry about. But here?
He had nothing.
There were people suffering that he couldn't do a damn thing about. If he was lucky he could do some basic first aid or assist the witches where he could, applying pre-made salves or fetching supplies. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt useless. The only thing he really had was that alien feeling gnawing at the corner of his mind. The same gnawing that was changing what he was, that was toying with his spiria, that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
It's too much at this point. The stress of having the one thing he could use to help taken away from him, instead replaced with a voice he couldn't silence. And that night, after countless nights of growing louder and louder despite his best efforts, the voice finally grew too loud to control.
Fur spreads. Pupils narrow to slits. Teeth elongate into fangs. A tail springs forth. Claws sprout from his fingers. If there were any sign of Hisui here before, it's long gone. In fear, or perhaps anger, or some other emotion...or maybe even no emotion at all, he lets out a high-pitched roar.
There are enormous claw marks on the floor and the window sill. The half-folded clothing and bandages are scattered everywhere, some of them having been torn to scraps. Furniture has been knocked over. Most importantly though, the window - where most of the claw marks are - is wide open, and the curtains are in tatters. Hisui - or the beast that's supposed to be him - has long fled. ]
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Nnngh!
[That brief misstep is all it takes to leave Kor wide open. Hisui was moving too fast for him to dodge out of the way after winding himself like that. He braces himself for whatever was about to hit him, because he was sure it wasn't going to be good.]
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His previous goal of simply escaping seems to have all but fled his own mind in favor of fighting back against his previous pursuer. In a flash, he swipes at Kor with his claws, aiming directly for his side. Those claws aren't exactly dull, and Kor isn't exactly wearing armor; even if Kor gets lucky, it's not going to be pretty. ]
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[Hisui's claws make direct contact with Kor's side. Although he doesn't manage to make any fatal wounds or any lasting internal damage, it's a deep cut, several long lacerations down his torso from which blood begins to seep out. Kor rolls out of the way before Hisui can take a second swing at him against the wall, but he's crouching on one knee now, clutching his with one arm.]
Hi... sui...
[He winces, his breathing heavier now. He was feeling some serious pain here from it.]