Mashyuu and Marshy: Family Matters. (Mashyuu's Secondary Magic training.)

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A soft humming emitted into the air as Marceline dragged Mashyuu along to one of the abandoned cabins in the village, entangled in the thong of her whip. It was a humming designed to keep someone calm and she was, most likely, singing it to keep Mashyuu from freaking out. She always hummed a little to her victims when they were bound to die at her hands, as she didn't want them to leave this world in fear. While her magic was designed to ensnare and kill slowly, she didn't want them to believe her to be a monster over that. So, what better way was there than to hum to one of her victims while they were slowly killed off by her magic? Her eyes darted off to the side, looking a little over her shoulder at the unconscious and possibly now stirring Mashyuu. As they reached their destination, the woman stopped, untangled Mashyuu from her whip's thong, picked up him and threw him onto one of the tables.

Afterward, the woman would jump onto the table and sit down on Mashyuu, leaning over him and bopping his nose with one of her pointer fingers. "Good morning, Sleepy Head!" the woman stated if Mashyuu was slowly stirring awake now, "I didn't think you'd ever awake from that slumber of yours!" A giggle followed after her words and she leaned back on her knees, pressing a little more weight onto his legs. Knowing him though, and knowing the fact that she felt like paper when being picked up, he could easily push her off. However, she sat there and stared quietly at him with her blackened eyes, the red pupils simply two dots of fire in the darkness. Sitting where she was, though, would allow for Mashyuu to feel the essence of death and decay emitting off her, along with the fact of her aura decaying him.

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Seeing the man awake, the woman jittered in her place on his lap, smiling kindly at him, despite the noticeable decay on him. His nickname for her was strange, definitely one she had never been called before, and now she was curious. "Baby? Oh, well. . . that's a new name for me; how. . . lovely," she stated, reaching a hand forward to touch his face. However, it was then that the man had moved his arms upward and hit them together, creating a blinding light. He must have noticed by now that he was decaying, though it was a much harmless decay; wouldn't hurt him a bit. . . Marceline pulled her hand back and turned her head, squinting her demonic eyes as the light flashed into them. A small pain emitted from her throat and she raised her arm up to block the light, allowing for Mashyuu to grab a hold of her.

Smoke rose from her skin where he grabbed hold of her, causing her to scream from the burning pain she felt. Instinctively, the woman puffed into a cloud of ash, letting them guide her to a safe place within the confines of the hut. Her body reformed in the darkest of the shadows in the abandoned home, fire for eyes the only thing visible. "That. . . hurt me," Marcy cried, but the sound of her crying was near fake despite the true pain she felt. She hadn't felt pain in a long while and to feel it at such that intensity, she hadn't known how to respond correctly. Perhaps, this was the correct way in responding? How would he react to her faked emotion though? Would he buy it? "Why. . . would you do that? I didn't mean to hurt you. . . I. . . I didn't want to hurt you, I swear. . . I just can't. . . help it."

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Warily, the succubus watched him from her place in the shadows, following his every movement from when he sat up to when he got off the table. Her red eyes were narrowed and ever observant, pressed against the wall as the Sabertooth mage edged closer to her. The woman's eyes darted down to the gauntlet hand of his, in which she was certain there was something holy about it. "You stay away from me!" she ordered, moving a hand upward to prevent him from getting any closer to her. As he came close and reached out for her face, the woman dispersed herself into the ash again, narrowly dodging from being grabbed. A blast of light went off, blinding her from her new shadowed place in the hut, and watched as he made a run for the door. Quickly, Marceline followed after him, out into the dying sunlight, chasing after him like a hound after a fox.

"I'll Exterminate you before you get a chance to end me!" she howled out at him, making a fake gun toward Mashyuu. White energy formed at the tip of her finger, swirled together in a tightly knit orb, and she fired off the bullet-shaped sphere. If it hit him, the energy would absorb into his body and begin dealing damage to him over the next few minutes. "Don't think you'll get away so easily from me! I am Death! I am your maker and the only one who can take your life back!" Did she really just call herself Death? What would her master say to this when He found out what she had said? "You can only go so far and run so fast, boy!" Marcy shouted, the wicked grin splayed back across her face. After firing off her spell, the woman would make pursuit again, making sure to keep up as best as she could.

A soft, purplish glow appeared on her back where the entirety of a winged and spinal cord tattoo rested. The light seemingly pulsated as something about the mark was activated and Marceline's form began to change. From the place of the wings on the tattoo, her own grow out, leathery and large, resembling that of a bat. Horns sprouted from her head and a tail whipped out behind her, sharp and pointed at the end like a harpoon. As she beat her wings and took to the air, the female's hands grew over in black and from the tips of her fingers were deadly, long claws.

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Marceline paused as soil and dirt rose up in a sandstorm around Mashyuu, blocking him from her view quite quickly. The woman frowned, beating her wings to keep her in place, then narrowed her eyes in thought as the momentum slowed down. Her hand curled into a claw, the tips of her nails digging into her palm, but no blood was drawn from the action. Breathing in deeply, she raised a hand to her mouth, leaned down, and blew outward in Mashyuu's general direction. A cone-shaped swirl of death energy burst out from her mouth and blasted down into the sandstorm created by him. If it didn't hit him, it would at least clear out the cloud that had been obstructing her view, so she would no longer have to worry. Pulling back, the woman ended the mock "dragon's roar" and waited to see what would come of the event.

Marcy beat out her wings again, but this time, she lowered herself to the ground and shifted back to her natural form. She pulled the whip back out from her back pocket and lashed it out at Mashyuu, hoping that it would hit him. If not, then she'd find some other way to drag him back to the hut that she had previously trapped the man in. Her curiosity was getting the better of her and she wanted to know the strength that this man had behind him. "You're awfully brave to be fighting against Death, you realize that? I could take your life at any moment," she called. Silence, though she could see the blaze of flame emit from the cloud and solidify where Mashyuu happened to be. A tough yank of her whip and it was pulled back to her side, where she would lash it back out at the mage.

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"Such a handsome, young man, aren't you?" Marceline complimented Mashyuu when she slithered her hands between his arms and rest them upon his chest. She hugged him from behind, completely void of the spell that he had just blasted at her, which happened to be her double. "Silly, little boy, that wasn't me you wasted your spell on, that was just an illusion. . . now, what are you going to do?" Releasing him from her hug, the woman took a step back and crossed her arms over her bosom, eyeing the slayer. "I have been through Hell and back, even that fire would show no damage to me, and how hurtful to burn me like a witch. Is that what you see me as? You see me as just a witch? Well, if it's sorcery you want, then it's sorcery you'll get!" An angered look crossed over her porcelain features and she pulled her whip out again, aiming to flog him with it.

If the strike hit, then the whip would begin to pulsate and glow between the blades, draining Mashyuu's chi, or "soul," from him. The blades would be latched onto the skin, wrapping around him as a sort of trap, and the only way to free himself would be to tear himself from the blades. If the strike did not hit, then Marcy would falter back, try to avoid whatever hit he would have coming to her, and strike again. She'd maneuver around him like a ballerina, graceful and quick, and all would go silent in a fifteen meter radius. Encircled by the silence, white tendrils rose from the ground like fire, wavering in the still wind of the atmosphere. With the mass of death energy all around them, not a single sound could be heard, not even the voices of the two. A smirk played across her lips, tantalizing, and she'd yank her whip up into the air, swing it forward, and bring it down upon him.

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Aw. . . how pitiful. He loved a woman that didn't love him back. Perhaps she could use that as an advantage? Her mind was easily distracted by the thought, which allowed for Mashyuu to break himself free of the whip's grasp. The scent of blood stung at her nose and it brought her out of her daydreaming, staring at the now dummy of her opponent. She pulled her whip back, the blades dragging along the ground, creating a sharp sound that'd send shivers down anyone's spine. Marceline gracefully picked the bladed end up and wrapped it around in a loop, being prodded by the blades, but no blood being drawn. After all, blood was not contained in her body, she was merely a husk of her former self, her features only conveying who she was. It would take a lot more than a few measly spells to break the hardened shell that she happened to be.

Mashyuu appeared behind her, causing her to whirl around on her toes to face him, grimacing at how he had gotten there. He was just like Jaeger she figured; he was able to merge into the ground and perhaps, he, too, was a spirit? That only meant one thing: she was getting terrible at her job and she would have to find a way to force him back into the spirit realm. Marcy cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders, preparing herself while he became distracted by his arms. She'd keep her distance as she threw her arm back and whipped her arm forward, releasing the thong of the whip toward him. If she could at least get him locked in the confines of her weapon, she'd be able to send him back to his rightful place. Couldn't have Death founding out about another spirit escaping the spirit realm, he wouldn't be all that happy.

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Her nostrils flared as her whip bounced off the shield that had irrupted from Mashyuu's left arm; fucking fantastic that was. . . She cracked the whip as it came flying backward, storing it back to its rightful place on the side of her hip. Another sense of magical presence entered the air, but it was something she couldn't see and thus, didn't know what it was. Marceline's eyes narrowed scrutinizingly toward Mashyuu, one of her hands curling up into a fist, until she raised it in front of her. The pointer finger of her right hand stuck out from the fist, pointing straight at her target, and her thumb raised with it. "You think I'm weak?" she called out to him, laughing hysterically as she answered the words he spoke to her. "I've killed more people than you can count on your hands! I take lives on a daily basis from the young to the old! Do you want to know why that is, Mashyuu? Do you? It's because I am the very essence that ends all things. It's because I am Death."

The ground trembled from his next spell, her demonic eyes darting to the sides as she watched shards of earth raise upward. They shattered outward and impaled her, yet as they did, no blood spilled from her body, simply left holes there. She staggered a little, her hand dropped some from its raised place until she was able to regain her composure. Anger showed upon her face now and she brought her had back up, bending her thumb and firing off a bullet-shaped orb of death energy. As the orb gained ground, it grew from a bullet-sized orb to five cubic meter ball of death to surround Mashyuu. However, Marceline did not hesitate at just that, and from the outstretched place of her hand, she swung it from right to left. This created a large, crescent-shaped blade to go follow after the orb that she had just shot at Mashyuu.

"To you, I am called Misfortune," she retorted to him asking what her name was, smirking a little as she spoke. "It's lovely to know your name, your magic, and your guild, but I guess that's a rookie mistake legal mages always make." She, however, never said her true name to him, not really caring whether he wanted to know it or not. He could call her whatever he wanted, so long as he never learned what her name happened to be. After all, she couldn't have him come knocking at Death's door quite yet, and while she was trying to kill him, it was all out of boredom. Eventually, Marceline would tire of it and give to him; in fact, he was already beginning to wear her down.

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Mashyuu had brought up to her attention the question of whether she was "even really alive" or if her life was just a memory. Her body was unstable, an empty husk of something that used to live and now survived on the souls of the unfortunate. Her mind was nothing, but a brain full of lust and darkness; no pain receptors, no sense of human emotion settled in. She worked with a hive mind, Death at its center, doing as she was told by him, that which required her to simply kill. Was she truly alive if she couldn't think on her own? Or did what define "being alive" mean having a beating heart, blooding running through her veins? If that was what defined the living, then no, she was no longer alive. . . she had not been alive for centuries now. Marcy was just what she had always been after the reanimation of her body: a husk with another's soul in it.

"Heh. I am not alive as far as I am concerned with how my body works. . . no beating heart, no bleeding veins. . ." she stated.

Marceline tilted her head some as Mashyuu stated that he would have to hurt her now, even if he didn't want her life on his hands. Such a contradictory statement to what she had just answered for him; her life was meaningless, taking it would be like taking the life of something already dead. She smirked at his words and shrugged a little, not once making a move toward him since having fired the bullet. As far as she was concerned, there was no true way of killing her when she was already dead and working off the souls of others. Those souls, on the other hand, were what animated her body; perhaps, removing or releasing those would end her? What would happen then if those souls were taken from her? Would her soul collectors simply come back and fill her with more? That's it. That's what would happen. Her body would simply be a husk until one of her soul collectors placed another soul in it and reanimated her.

"Oh no, I'm so scared. Please, don't kill me! It's not like I can die or anything," she mocked the legal mage.

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She was not a zombie, but she was a servant of Death, though this servant was a lot different than those shabby, cliche ones. You see, she was neither made of undead flesh or living organs; no, she was made from the soil of the earth and harvested souls of the dead. Her body was just as it was meant to serve: a husk in her appearance, harboring the souls of the dead she took. However, her body could crack and crumble just like any piece of earth; she had no innards because what would a walking dead use those for? Blood was unnecessary to her for she did not need to breathe in order to continue living, but sustain herself on souls. This was the very reason why she had soul collectors, beings who would swoop in and drop souls onto her that would absorb into her. That was how she survived, that was how she went on living everyday of her life, unable to die a natural death.

Their vision would become corrupted by the dark shadows that emitted from Mashyuu, spilling outward and around them. Her eyes darted warily around, watching and observing, taking everything in before it all was swallowed by the dark mass. She narrowed her eyes and listened to Mashyuu moving, his footsteps inching ever so closer to her from all directions. Marceline had never been so unsure as to where to attack, just that he was coming from somewhere in the darkness. Tightening her hand into a fist, she spun in a circle, eyes darting around, trying to see where he would come from. It was in that moment that she sensed magical presence heading straight for her and she turned on her heels to face it. As she did so, the blade of energy swept against her side, cutting a deep gash into the emptiness of her body.

Distracted by the new wound, Marcy glanced down at it, noticing the weaves of darkness smoking away from her injury. She raised a hand and touched the shattered part of her body, frowning ever so slightly, then turning her attention back to Mashyuu. As time would have it though, she was a little too late in the reaction category, and a blade would be driven between her breasts. No, she did not feel any pain, no she did not die from the fatal injury, for the heart inside. . . well, it was not beating from the start. Marceline smirked and wrapped her hands around the blade that protruded from her chest, corroding it into nothing.

"Is that how you get to a girl's heart? Tsk tsk. . . what's the rush in trying to pierce my heart with your love so quickly?" Marcy mocked. "Baby, I'm the heartthrob here, I can make a man's heart burst with just a simple look; want me to—" However, that pesky, little beast had returned and taken her prey from her, lifting him to the skies from the darkness.


"Two can play at this game!" she called, raising her hand to the sky and pointing it straight at Rocky's wings. She'd send another bullet-shaped death energy orb at the two of them, hoping to take the creature down for good.

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Her eyes watched in a contemplating manner, focused on the earthen creature as it was shot down from the sky. She shifted into her ashen form again and followed after the plummeting creature, waiting to see where it landed. Luckily, it wasn't far off from where they had originally been, so she didn't have to travel that far in their battle. If she had to guess, it was about ten meters out from where they had once been, just enough to not force her back into her original state. When the woman reached the fallen animal and Mashyuu, she shifted back into her human form and stood over Rocky. There was no real reason to her fighting, other than that she was bored and needed a bit of entertainment from someone. Unfortunately, it just so happened that Mashyuu had been the unlucky one to be picked for a bit of fun time.

"Sorry, little boy, but your pet's soul is mine," she threatened, though she couldn't physically take the soul from the creature. She could, however, decay what it was made from, as it was clear it was made from organic material, easy to rot away. Well, possibly not rot, but to corrode the material away, as to her it looked to be made out of stone and soil. All of that was easy for her to kill off and all she had to do was get within a specified range of the beast to hurt it. Perhaps, she should leave the beast be as that beast was not Mashyuu and she was mostly entertained by him. Her eyes scanned from the earthen creature to the earthen slayer, tilting her head a bit as she decided what to do. Should she give up on trying to kill him and let him be, maybe understand him a bit better rather than trying to kill him?

It was apparently so that Mashyuu would have nothing to do with her, for when her eyes went up from the pet, she was met with an arrow. This arrow, it entered her throat, clogged her ability to breathe, and otherwise forced her down to her knees. Never once in her life had she bowed before a man, in which she was meant to take the life from; was this the end? Marcy stared up at Mashyuu, who held the bow taunt in his hands, but did not say a word to the legal mage. She was a Coming Storm, she was a danger to everyone, and here she was, on her knees before someone who she thought was weaker. For once in her life, she had been wrong about an opponent. For once in her life, she had met someone far stronger than her. Death was stronger than her and as she thought this, the woman reached upward and tore the arrow from her throat.

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Her aura took effect, with the arrow now dislodged from her throat, and crumbled the weapon to ash in her hand. She took in a deep breathe, as if she needed to do so, when in reality, she didn't have to breathe in oxygen either. Marceline twisted her hand, so that it was palm down, letting the arrow's ashes fall onto the ground below her. A slight movement of her head and she was looking back at Mashyuu, with anger broiling in her blood-red irises. His words fell upon deaf ears as she stood to her feet, her left hand curling into a fist as she tried to contain her hatred. The second arrow that came flying toward her had become counterproductive, a hand outstretched and flung to the right. Arrowhead met with blade, clashing together, but the arrow was soon overpowered by the crescent energy blade, cutting it in two.

"I will never bow to the Rune Knights," Marceline spat out, spitting saliva at the ground in front of Mashyuu's feet. "They're nothing, but of a bunch of ass-kissers, who obediently do whatever the Magic Council wants them to do. All they are, are hounds waiting on their master's every word, hoping they get a treat or attention from them." She gritted her teeth and snarled at the Sabertooth mage, but it was apparent there was some kind of emotion on her face. Whether she felt that emotion or not was another story; her face held what looked to be betrayal and hurt, fear and sorrow. It was the betrayal on her face when she spoke about the Rune Knights that stood out the most compared to the rest. The reason behind this? Her elder brother had joined the Rune Knights, left her to rot on her own and be consumed by her magic.

"You menace, shut your mouth!" she shouted at the earthly canine, flinging multiple blades at Rocky from her hand. "I don't want to hear another peep from you! You will be mine and I'll see to it that you're strung up in the halls of my castle!" This. . . this was utter loneliness speaking on her part; loneliness that clawed at her insides from all the centuries alone. She could not express feelings or emotions on a normal level any longer; more so, after so many centuries of solitude, many emotions she had since forgotten how to feel. Marceline's arm dropped to her side and she gave out a heavy sigh, defeated for once in the art of feeling. "Bruder. . ." The word left her lips like it had significant meaning to her, despite sounding foreign. "Wir werden immer Familie sein, meine Liebste bruder, aber ich werde nicht vergeben du für lasse mich verfaulen um die Hände aus Tod."

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The expression on her face changed from the betrayal it held to that of stone; no emotion held on her flawless features. Her eyes watched as Mashyuu looked to his fallen pet and how the blades had slashed through Rocky's earthen body. With deadened eyes, she glanced to the dog, but no sound came from her mouth before she looked back to Mashyuu. By now, he was angry at her for what she had done to his beloved animal, though she could care less about it. Animals were animals, each species had a multitude of them that it didn't matter to her how many died from them. Rocky was just another of those beasts she saw as useless in her eyes, nothing, but a waste of space. She opened her mouth, as if to retort what was being said to her; however, she did not have the time to respond.

Mashyuu's appearance had changed from his normal garb to a lion-coated armor over the entirety of his body. It glowed slightly in her eyes, in which the bright light had forced her to squint a bit simply so she could see. He did not look as threatening as any other time, just that he was coated in armor that would make it harder to fight him. She did not know what this armor would do, but by the looks of it and the way he moved, it enhanced his physical attributes. This meant to her that he would be a lot harder to fight against, what with how he was now physically enhanced by this armor. A frown appeared on her face momentarily and her eyes followed with his movements, though he was soon lost to her. His quick actions had him behind her in a matter of seconds, seconds that she lost in order to react to him.

The first blow landed easily on her, striking her where her kidney would have been, had it been working properly. She keeled over in response to the attack, though her reaction was one that she mimicked from seeing others. His next attack was a bit stronger and harder, yet she managed to meet it with a hand, enduring its blast. Her hand gripped tightly around Mashyuu's fist and her deadpanned, red eyes stared into his mesmerizing blue ones. Lips held in a straight, emotionless line, the woman opened her mouth and spoke three words, "Störung von Zeit" or "Disturbance of Time." In that moment, flecks of death energy would surround Mashyuu and settle upon his frame, beginning to eat away at the armor. This attack would result in a debuff used to slow down her opponent and eventually incapacitate them if they are of lower rank.