RL w/ BRS

[hugmyscythe]

[ No. She's not going to give her a worldhop this time. Everytime Shooter spends with someone else, it's less time with her. She wants Shooter to stay here with her, of course. And it was Shooter that said the different worlds of the living were not for them in the first place. She can pile up other excuses, but the reality of the fact is that no, the possessiveness she has over Shooter has not left her. ]

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[hugmyscythe]

[ of course you would. you don't want to be here with her. ]

[starblaze]

[why do you have to say things like that? they hurt her as much as, if not more than, they hurt you.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ Her grip tightens on her scythe. (She's right. It does hurt.) Of course, then it would be better if you would leave already.

....But you'd have to find a worldhop with someone else. ]

[starblaze]

[she's not leaving.

keeping her eyes trained on Dead Master, something appears in her open palm- gold- the golden apple she had been saving all these weeks. up until this moment she'd nearly forgotten she still had it.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ wait-- you still had that? Shooter, what are you doing... ]

[starblaze]

[is it an act of defiance? maybe. or perhaps Shooter just had some strange notion that eating the apple would magically fix whatever problem they had.

as usual, Shooter doesn't think before she acts.

she lets the apple fall from her hand once she takes her first bite and swallows.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ Stupid, gullible-- you're actually eating an apple over her? Yeah- she's going to run forward and attack now. ]

[starblaze]

[she doesn't even try to dodge or block or retaliate.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ Well then, that scythe goes right through Shooter. She's rather have Shooter unconscious, incapacitated, or 'dead' than have her be under the influence of a particularly heinous apple. ]

[starblaze]

[there's no gasp of pain or even a flinch. her eyes seem to be staring off into nothing for a long moment... and they they focus on Dead Master.

she smiles.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ odd....perhaps this apple isn't as potent? it's very old, for one thing.

she twists the scythe, wondering if she'll still be smiling after that. ]

[starblaze]

[her smile only widens at that. she begins to pull herself down the blade of the scythe, reaching for Dead Master.]

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[hugmyscythe]

[ ...Shooter, you're bleeding, she's should have won or--

She feels Shooter's hand on her. She stays still. ]

[hugmyscythe]

[ -- and then she leaps backwards, violently withdrawing the scythe before striking again. There's something very... off about Shooter now, but she can't pin what yet. ]

[starblaze]

[she won't leave you anymore.

that's what you wanted, right?

she'll stay with you.]

[Shooter begins to advance towards her, hand briefly brushing against her wound to smear blood over her skin.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ She looks at the smeared blood, at the hands at that brush against a deep wound as if it's nothing. Of course it is nothing. Any similar wound Dead Master would have received would be nothing as well, if she wished to stay with Shooter. It's cruel irony to see that kind of Smile on Shooter.

No...Not like this. ]

[starblaze]

[... don't tell her you changed her mind. this is what you want. what both of them want.

it works out perfectly like this.

she doesn't falter in her steps, drawing closer to Dead Master.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ Fighting, cutting- brute strength seems to do nothing. Perhaps.. simply speaking? ] You...are not yourself.[ She keep the scythe between them. ]

[starblaze]

[and just like that, she's right there in front of Dead Master, having apparently twisted around the scythe.]

I feel fine.

[she wraps an arm around her, as if to ensure she doesn't leap back again. it isn't a hug. it's a gesture of possessiveness.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ she blinks. when did she appear right there- when did that arm wrap around her? ]

[starblaze]

[she smiles and playfully nuzzles Dead Master's neck, her other hand moving to the back of her head to keep her in place. she moves lower, towards her collarbone (towards the cross she uses for worldhops)]

[hugmyscythe]

[ ...For a moment as she feels Shooter upon her neck, the worldhop is far from her mind. She sets her jaw, keeping tight grip on her scythe- but fails to draw away. This is far from an embrace, but there's something more there all the same. ]

[starblaze]

[her tongue lightly runs over pale skin as she eases the cross out from where it's hidden beneath cloth. her fingers tangle in Dead Master's hair as she bites the chain, taking the cross into her mouth and abruptly swallowing it.

there. now neither of them have to go to other worlds ever again.]

[hugmyscythe]

[ She's staring blankly at the dull, grey sky of the Otherworld, but she feels every bit of that tongue running over her skin. She would never mistake this girl for Shooter, but having her here is horribly comforting all the same. By the gentle motion alone she can't tell if the hands in her hair are there for Shooter's own amusement or to give some amount of comfort- but she knows the latter couldn't be the case no matter how much she may wish for it. The proximity is nice, her touch is nice, and she's never been more aware of the difference in their bodies, heights, and color until now. Dead Master had mostly admired her at a distance. This Shooter seems to do the opposite.

The chain snaps followed by the soft swallow; Dead Master realizes her own method of escape is gone for the moment. Would Shooter slaughter her dragon should she call it here? More than likely. She won't risk it as long as she can still think and fight. Her resistance becomes more obvious. She's a hypocrite, isn't she? For acting possessive like that- but not wanting to be the one possessed herself. ]

[starblaze]

[put her in chains. cut her. play with her. do whatever you want. she wants you to do it. and you want to too, don't you? she's yours. and you are hers.

she continues nuzzling Dead Master, grip on her hair tightening when she feels her resistance. don't... do that. you'll only end up hurting them both. but of course, if that's what you want...]