(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

(Me: Lemme help. *gnaws through Were's tape* On another note, I think Hircine was based off of a Wendigo. See?
Hircine
Wendigo )

Oh, don't make me break my foot off in your a**, you goddam* bi**! Eff shouted at Chimere and lunged at her back, trying to attempt to somehow hurt her, even though he was grossly underestimating her.

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Hircine smiled under his mask, sniffing the familiar wild scent on the breeze. He stepped closer to her, appearing out of the shadows right next to her, "Hello, Wolva." He purred.

(I've got another idea to make this somewhat like a shorter version of the Dream-quest...)

[miraphoenix]

((Now that you mention it, I do see the resemblance....
Wolva: *ambushes Wormy with the tape*))

Feeling something lightweight land on her back, Chimere roared, lashing out at the thing with one taloned hand. "Get away, you plastic freaks!" she shrieked, the air around her beginning to shimmer with anger and grief. "Get away! You killed him, you damn parasitic nightmares!"

Laying Nny down as gently as she could, Chimere stood between him and the Doughboys, the tears streaming down her face, a rather odd sight for one whose eyes burned like the sun. "You little pieces of inhuman sh**. Get out. Get out of here!" she screamed, her rage beginning to tear the molecular bonds of the room apart, the floor moving like ocean waves.

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Hearing something say her name in a wild, and slightly dangerous, purr, Wolva spun around to face the sound, her claws extending from her knuckles. "Oh, hello Hircine," she muttered, trying to lower her back ridge of fur that had poofed out when Hircine called her name.

((Do tell, please!))

[Wormgod]

(Just Hircine doesn't have his ribs showing, and is wearing that weird little blue loincloth that I swear looks like a mini-skirt..)
Me: ACK! MINIONS! RELEASE THE INVISIBLE WALL-CLIMBING CYBORG PORCUPINES!)

Eff was flung off of Chimere's back, hitting the wall on the other side with a thunk. Nothing fell off this time, but he did succeed in getting a big dent in his hat.

Why should we? Nny belongs to us, not an Elder Good prostitute. You're interfering with things you don't even understand. Why don't YOU leave? Psycho countered and stood by his opposite, glowering up at the Cthulhu-girl.

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"Oh? Not happy to see me?" Hircine asked, stepping closer to Wolva, lifting her chin up with a finger to look directly into the black eye holes in his mask.

(So I want Chimere to have to go to Hell and get Nny back. I was also hoping for Hircine to give her a Black Soul Gem (the only Soul Gem big enough to keep a human soul contained) so it was actually possible for her to go to Hell and come back out with Nny.)

[miraphoenix]

((Point.
Wolva: *brandishes the duct tape* *has her face painted with woad*))

"Because I, unlike you, can't really die. You two, unlike me, can," Chimere purred, her voice falling to a dangerously soft level. "And I am the Elder God of the Damned, Dread Cthulhu, not some cheap servants of a wannabe shoggoth." All around her, matter seemed to be giving up the ghost, flexing and twisting to her alien will, reshaping itself into decidedly non-Euclidan shapes.

Surrounded by shifting and twisting things that had once been floors, walls, and delicate electronics, Chimere began to chant, a whispered thing that quickly grew to a shout, a cry of banishment and of death. As she did so, rips in the fabric of reality began to open behind the Doughboys, interstellar winds pulling them towards the holes.

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"No, just.....surprised....." Wolva muttered, having to stand on her tiptoes to actually be tall enough to see into the eye holes of Hircine's mask. Retracting her claws with a dull hiss, she felt her fur resuming its normal position along her back. "I was planning to go bother a certain Cthulhu. She's with Nny, the human that I Changed," she added, wishing that Hircine would let her chin return to its normal height.

[Wormgod]

(Hehe....*singing and dancing* Little blue loincloth! XD
Invisible cyborg wall-climbing porcupines two dozen strong: *lunges at Wolva*)

The Doughboys weren't stupid. Ignorant, yes, and mean as f*ck, but not stupid. They knew she was Cthulhu, just in the form of a hot chick in love with their stupid human host. And, they could use that to your advantage.Yes? Well then, pray tell, why did you kill your little boyfriend and let us free? Eff asked.

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Hircine pulled his finger away, chuckling. He could sense all of his Hounds, as they contained a part of him, like a tiny bit of his soul, "I don't think we should. She isn't very happy right now...Nny, yes? He's dead." He said, not emotion, no remorse, no feeling present at all. He could care less about some newbie Hound. The only Hound here he cared for is Wolva.

[miraphoenix]

((Stop it! You'll give me nightmares.....
Wolva: OW! Jerks... *puts away the duct tape*))

Eff's little comment was the last straw for the civilized part of Chimere's mind. With a feral and quite insane roar, she pounced on the styrofoam statues, her long talons keener than the knives that Nny wielded. Ripping and tearing at the pair, she felt the very molecules of her body shifting, turning back to the flesh of the stars, back to a being that was definitely not part of the known universe.

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"Precisely why I want to torture her now. See, I don't like her, and I want to see her writhing and twitching," Wolva replied, turning in the direction of Dib's house. "Now, if you'll excuse me...." Taking off at a sprint, she was soon out of eyesight in the forest, already dashing down city streets.

[Wormgod]

(Sorry...
Porcupines: *hisses*)

And, the Doughboys, having to obey the rules of this universe, reacted just like styrofoam. They died very quickly, not expecting Chimere to attack like that. Psycho's head landed next to Nny's dead corpse, along with Nail-Bunny on the other side. After a minute of Nny being dead, Nail-Bunny soon followed. Now all that was left was their corpses.

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Hircine humphed. So Wolva really didn't want to see him, whether in sight or as a mate. He morphed into his wolf form and followed her, much faster than any normal werewolf. You won't leave me. He spoke telepathically to her, catching up in a minute.

[miraphoenix]

((....Wait. Too late. Dang.
Wolva: I once ate your distant relatives for dinner. Just remember that.))

Now that the objects of her rage were dead and gone, Chimere truly lost her mind, falling to the ground near Nny's body. Weeping hysterically, she held the broken and limp corpse in her arms, knowing and hating that it was her fault that he was dead.

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Hearing the telepathic call with the ease of long practice, Wolva slowed to a trot, not built for long runs. "Well, if you won't leave, you'll be forced to go where I do," she replied, knowing that, somehow, she had just won something. "There's the house...." Standing still for a moment, she took in the damage Chimere had done in her fight.

The house's exterior was now twisted like the innards of a primitive fish or amphibian, and it changed colors when you looked at it too long. Strange green stormclouds circled around one room, flashing with blue lightning. "Someone got annoyed...."

[Wormgod]

(Porcupines: *run away*)

"Fine by me, dear Wolva." Hircine smirked, happy that she at least didn't try to get him away. He looked over at the house, able to see it somewhat like Cthulhu herself could, with his god status, and being an accidental creation of hers, "Humph. That's what she calls a lair?" He complained, finding it boring. He trotted into the house and past a girl who somehow was still alive after the house's change, still playing on some glowing little toy. Once he entered the room with the goddess, he morphed back and stood next to the doorway. Even Hircine knew to not mess with a grieving woman, especially one who could kill him. Permanently.

[miraphoenix]

((Wolva: *feels awesome*
Orcaina: Just because you feel awesome doesn't make you awesome.))

Feeling the shift of power as another god walked near the extremely mutated room, Chimere growled at whatever it was, not bothering to turn around and look at it. Managing to bring herself under some slight degree of control, she sighed, her whole body drooping in absolute misery. "You. Other God. Can you help raise the dead?" she asked between the tears, turning her head so she could see the figure out of corner of her tearstained eye.