by Yewphoria 19th September 2018, 12:25 am
The knife was sharp, Akeldama realized as she watched it go right through her arm like it was butter. Impossibly sharp and surprisingly heavy to have so much force from a mere three foot drop to actually go through her arm. Pain blossomed in her vision, and she clenched her eyes shut against it as she pulled her arm to herself, letting go of the man completely.
He started to take off, but not before attempting to give Akeldama a solid kick to the face to ensure she stayed down. In that moment time itself seemed to both slow and speed up.
Akeldama had been in the process of trying to remove the blade. But there was no blade to remove. In fact. There wasn’t even a wound. There was just a scar. A scar, that, as far as Akeldama could remember now, she had always had.
From the very moment she was born it was a strange birthmark that no one knew how to explain. Particularly the fact that it was purple. A purple scar. She had always hidden it under her long sleeves when able, explaining it being too strange f n or her.
Even as she saw it happen, she had no idea what had transpired.
But for you, my dear audience, I will share. The blade did not simply pierce Akeldama’s present self. It cut through past, present, and future iterations of herself. Creating a surreal wound that had always been there, scarring over both past and present times of it being inflicted.
Yet the wound it created was not simply in flesh. Akeldama was a chronomancer, and one that had poor control over her magic at that.
Veve was a surreal nightmare being from another dimension who had just stabbed this chronomancer with a random effect blade. Random. Yes.. But it is oh so rare that what is said to be random is truly random. There are always variables at play, the cogs of the universe ticking away, conspiring for the fates that must be.
There was no blood, no open wound. What caused Akeldama pain now was that Veve’s blade, combined with her own powers, had created an occam’s razor that cut through time itself. But not merely time…. But dimensions too.
The surreal wound shone brightly fora milisecond before becoming subdued, returning to the stagnant purple scar that it had been for all these years. But in that moment something came through. Or rather… Someone.
Someone who wasn’t supposed to be here yet, yet had been forcibly pulled through into this world in the rip in causality that Veve had accidentally created.
Someone who had woken to their new form just in time to see a foot racing towards their face. Inches away. Too late to dodge. The new being took the full brunt of the blow, using the momentum of the blow to roll herself into a quadrupedal stance. The world was spinning, it was hard to actually hold herself up.
But her adrenaline was running high, and wraith burning. She had been talking with her daughter just a moment ago, and here she was. Ripped away from her within a heart beat and kicked in the face the next. She was pissed, and heartbroken. And this man had just put a massive target on his back for the mother to attack.
For all she knew, it was he who brought her here. So… Best not kill him… Yet. “Come back here you little shit!” She screamed at him in a garbled version of feline. A human voice box wasn’t exactly equipped to handle what an actual cat would sound like. So she mostly sounded like she was screaming, with a combination of growling.
In the back of her mind Capone was taken aback by her voice, but did not pay it heed. There were more important things right now. Like the fact she had hands. And forelegs that were shorter than her back legs. Oh right. Arms. It’d been awhile since she’d had a life as a human.
Capone made herself stand up surprised too by the height of this human she currently inhabited. But it wasn’t like she hadn’t been bigger in previous life times. She could work with this. Capone could sense magic in this form’s body… “Lets see what you can do.” She muttered to herself, this time in human tongue. The way she held herself was nothing like what Akeldama might.
Her posture was straight and proper. The mere way she presented herself gave a sense of power and control. Her eyes were sharp, that of an eagle spotting its prey. Looking at her shadow, you would not have guessed that it was the same person as before. The simmering, hunched over, desperate little puppy trying so desperately to please its master. No, Capone cared for nothing but pleasing herself.
Hopefully a little speed-type spell wouldn’t be too difficult for this body to muster up. As she commanded the magic within her to act, everything seemed to slow. Her chosen prey was running, but not near fast enough, she could see that now.
Rapidly Capone began to close the distance, and with a quick kick to the back of his knee she sent him falling to the concrete. He hit the concrete knees first, shattering at least one of them. Within seconds he was curled up on himself, screaming in pain and begging, “Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me. I have money. I have anything! Take it! Just don’t hurt me!”
Capone wanted to be impassive about this. But so far as she knew this man had just taken her away from everything she cared for. Jiyu was waiting for her. She had her daughter, she was finally able to be with her, talk with her. They had plans. And this man… This man. “If you didn’t want to be hurt you shouldn’t have summoned me. Put me back. Now.”
Capone’s eyes promised so much more than death if he did not comply.
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