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Minoko Funaki

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Couples' Night
« on: May 31, 2017, 08:41:19 PM »
((A response to Jamie Jameson's fantastic Fire Pit playable, located here.))

On a Sunday...

Emlen's eyelids twitched and tensed as consciousness slowly began to creep back into his brain. He stirred himself awake and grunted lightly as his hand moved to swipe at his face. This action was of course halted by the bindings that surrounded both wrists and kept them together. "...Mghh..?" Voice halted beneath the cloth that rested between his lips. It was a gruff and raspy sound, as if he'd smoked his entire life. The sound alone made him crave nicotine in the form of a filter pressed to his lips. His vision was blurry, but it wasn't hard to tell that he'd been abducted. The floor beneath him was cold, but hadn't affected him much.

Emlen gave his head a light shake, as if it might throw away all the fogginess that resided in it like some etch-a-sketch. He swallowed hard and bit down on the bindings and tried to form some sort of recollection in his mind, anything he could remember. Emlen recalled waking up, and annoying Minoko by eating an old chicken sandwich for breakfast. They'd started their day with a run, but that's all that he could remember. That's about when the panic set in. He'd begun yanking at the bindings around his wrists with a series of grunts and groans.


It was as she started to regain consciousness that a face formed clearly in her mind. This face wasn't any of the predictable ones, though. It wasn't Emlen's or her sister's. It wasn't that of her long dead parents or any of the suspicious figures that had arranged her kidnapping. No, it was the visage of Aloysius. Minoko didn't think of him for any sentimental reasons. She thought of him only because he was the person who had done this to her before. The memory of today's abduction came back to her in an instant. They had gone out for a run, as they usually tended to do, when they had abruptly been ambushed. Emlen had been stuck with a couple needles and loaded up with some sort of sedative. A sweet smelling rag had been applied to the lower half of her face before she could properly react. Minoko's eyes opened. She didn't struggle with her bonds as Emlen did. Her dark gaze shifted down to her left hand, and she focused on her pair of rings. No pink aura enveloped them. It was exactly the same as before. A deep sigh was let out against her gag. Now what?

If only it was something so simple as Aloysius back to his old, weird self. At least then he'd know for a fact that Minoko wasn't in any danger. He might've been, but not her. He sucked in a breath as he gave a final jerk to his bindings before giving up. All he had right now were his muscles. Emlen could feel the power drained out of him, and the helplessness that came with being basic. Was this how Katan felt all the time? A little growl escaped his lips before he let his head hang for a moment.
   
It wasn't long before the door opened and a strange light spilled in. Eyes lifted to the...woman?...who had drained them. Her creepy blackish eyes stared back, but she said nothing, only stepped aside as the larger men would pour in. One for Emlen, the other for Minoko. "Ngh..." he grunted as he was grabbed and jerked to his feet. Emlen slammed his shoulder back toward the man to shove him off, but was only palmed in his back to send him stumbling forwards toward the door. "Mnnkhh..." he called out.


Minoko doubted that this new kidnapping had anything to do with Aloysius, but it was easier to think that it did. The assumption kept all sorts of nightmarish ideas at bay. Once the door opened she stared blankly at the strange looking woman, racking her brain to try and remember if she had seen her anywhere before. Then the men entered, and she was brought to her feet. Unlike her husband, Minoko didn't try to retaliate. Her feet shuffled, slowly bringing her to the door. The most out of line thing that she did was respond to Emlen's call with a simple, "Mmm."

Minoko was entirely too cooperative in Emlen's opinion, though he was powerless against just about all of it and was only making things harder on himself. His wife was always the smarter of the two of them. The light hit his eyes as they stumbled out and down the path toward the pit. A little growl escaped through the bindings over his face and mouth.
   
After some amount of walking with bound feet and little steps, they'd made it to the destination. Emlen's hands and feet were cut free just as Minoko's would be. He pulled the binding from his mouth. "The hell is going on?" he asked, but the two retreated and left them locked inside. Emlen could feel his powers being restored just as he looked around at the crowd. The announcer spoke up, "Ladies and not-so-gentlemen, in honor of Couples' Night, we have a special treat for you tonight! Please show your appreciation for our fighters, Muscles and Asia! Let's see which will come out alive... Place your bets now!"


She got an idea of what they were here for as soon as she was brought into the light and laid eyes on that ring. Had the duels really gotten so stale that something like this had come into being? Minoko removed her gag as well, but she refrained from speaking just yet. A sudden awareness of all the metal in the room flowed into her with the return of her powers. Then came the announcement.  Asia. Of course her fighting nickname had to be Asia. Dark brown eyes rolled as Minoko stepped over to the edge of the arena and started to inspect its walls. They had to come up with an escape plan, and fast, if they were going to avoid a fight to the death.

While Minoko went about inspecting the metal and trying to come up with a plan, Emlen was less smart about it. A fight to the death? Him versus Min? He'd rather chainsaw his own throat... The thought that anyone would kidnap a couple off of the streets and put them in here made his stomach turn. He wanted to teach them all a lesson. A little growl tore through his throat and he lifted his chin some with a stern expression on his face. "Bastards," he muttered softly and then went running at the bars opposite of Minoko. His full weight slammed into them hands first, but they didn't so much as budge. The grinding sound of his chainsaw palms rang out, sparks flying as the awful sound of metal on metal plagued the arena.

Under different circumstances Minoko would have clamped her hands over her ears to muffle the sound of Emlen's blades attacking the bars, but right now it was serving as an encouraging song. The Asian's arms lifted, and her pink aura enveloped the section of the wall that was directly in front of her. If she could rip it out and hurl it at the nearest group of people then maybe that would cause enough chaos to let them escape. With her palms facing towards the bars, Minoko widened the spaces between her fingers and then abruptly pulled her arms back. There was no change to the wall. Everything stayed put. Everything except for Minoko, that was. A powerful shock ran through the woman when she attempted her disassembly, and she leapt backwards as a result. "Wards!" was howled over to Emlen before she took a deep breath in and looked up to the ceiling.

The word was howled about two seconds too late. Emlen felt the shock throughout his body, and every massive muscle in him stiffened and then went limp. He collapsed to his knees, one knuckle slamming forth into the ground as the pain vibrated through his body and a pathetic grunt left him. "Ngh...! Son of a bitch!" Emlen cried out, and then the second fist hurled for the rough arena floor. He forced himself up to his feet and turned to face his wife. They were completely closed in, and there was no chance for escape.

Sensing his gaze on her, Minoko looked down from the ceiling and locked eyes with her husband. Her limbs were given a quick shake as the last of the wards' pain left her. She then closed the distance between herself and Emlen, leaving nothing but a few centimeters between them so she could safely hiss into his ear. "Fake it best we can?"

It was as if his wife had read his mind, when she closed the distance he let his eyes fall shut and listened. The grin that wanted to spread across his face was held back, and he didn't nod. Instead, he whispered back. "Make it look good..." he muttered softly. "Lodge something into my heart so that I don't come back right away, and then get us the hell out of here..." Fingers moved to rake through his hair and he swallowed hard. It wasn't as if they couldn't pull this off, but the fact that they had to made something dark boil in his belly.

A faint cringe came from the woman when Emlen spoke of jamming something into his heart. Spearing her husband made the most sense of course, but that didn't mean she had any desire to do so. There had to be a better way... Minoko looked nervously to the crowd as she pondered their other options. A weapon had to be left in to prevent him from resurrecting in front of everyone, which ruled out something simple like brain damage. There was always the flip side of him killing her, but that would most likely mean taking his blood. As much as she missed his blood, that wasn't an option. The long fingers of her right hand clenched into a fist. A bright pink light came to it, and a metal object started to take shape. "I love you. And try not to **** up my teeth, okay? I hate that."

"I love you, too... I'll do my best," he replied in a sharp whisper and lifted his chin some. Eyes swarmed around the crowd, perhaps to memorize some faces as he clenched his fists. He had to fight back, it had to look good, but he was never the abusive type. Yeah, if Minoko came at him and attacked in a possessed state, yeah, he'd hit her. If only to spare her the heartbreak of taking him out. This was different though. This was a forced fight and every bone in his body hated it. As she constructed her weapon, he waved his arm to send a blast of energy her way to hopefully knock her off of her feet.

Her right eyebrow lifted slightly when Emlen said he would do his best. What if his best wasn't good enough? She instinctually ran her tongue over her teeth. Eyes wandered down to her feet as Minoko did the opposite of her husband, avoiding the faces in the crowd best she could. She was terrified that she'd find someone she knew out there, be it a regular customer at her inn or a random citizen of Sama or, worst of all, someone she thought to be a friend. This was exactly the kind of place where she could see- Wham. The blast of energy was successful in knocking her onto her ass, and her rush of paranoid thoughts left as quickly as they had come. Minoko glared up at her husband. The glow of her right hand flickered briefly, and then she was whipping it forward, sending the half formed, razor sharp stake sailing for his torso.

There was a slight sadness in his eyes, because he didn't really like doing this. There was a part of him that wanted to seek revenge on the prick responsible. For now, he focused on making it look good. On getting them both out of here alive which he was fairly confident he could do as long as he kept his cool. Thankfully, he'd been hunting regularly... So when the stake sailed for him, he crossed his arms over his chest and grunted as the metal sank into his arm. Ripping it out, he threw it on the ground and stared at her for a moment. Mostly because he didn't want to hit her. It was that hesitation that had a strange woman calling out to him. He turned his eyes that way and stiffened up when he caught those eyes. Those awful, flaming eyes. Immediately he tore them away and began holding his head. "Damn it..." he hissed beneath his breath, fighting the effects with everything he had.

Minoko would be lying if she flat out stated that she didn't enjoy hurting Emlen. But there was a time and place for everything, even their version of foreplay, and it certainly wasn't here in front of an audience of sadists. She hopped back to her feet and held out a hand in the direction where Emlen had tossed her stake. It sailed back into her glowing palm, the blood now coating it carrying a bit of her husband's warmth. She ignored its call and turned to get a look at whatever was causing that reaction in Emlen. The flaming eyes were spied, and Minoko immediately switched gears. Her stake was elongated into something close to a javelin. She then hurled it for the bit of wall closest to the woman, knowing fully well that it wouldn't hit. Anything to get her to blink.

The bars were struck by the javelin, and it caused the woman to blink those eyes away as Emlen was rubbing at his own. "Ngh..!" Something of distress and a growl, mated with a whine. Pacing to try and wear off the effects, the immortal held his head and attempted to shake off the anger that had infected him like a virus. A snarl escaped him as he collapsed down to a knee and began punching the ground as if to take his anger out on that instead. Those once blue eyes were now a strange black burning flames within them. As if the flames made the reaper want to come out and play.

The smartest thing to do in this situation might have been to spear Emlen and bring a quick end to this catastrophe, but of course Minoko couldn't ignore her husband so easily. She leaned down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Em, what did she do?" came out in a nervous hiss as she tried to tune out the jeering of the crowd.
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[i:ac4ccb478f]And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon[/i:ac4ccb478f]

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Re: Couples' Night
« Reply #1 on: May 31, 2017, 08:47:31 PM »
Coming close to him was quite possibly the worst thing she could've done in that moment. Suddenly there was Minoko, and he'd never looked at his wife and felt so much hate and anger before. He wanted to squeeze her neck until her head popped off. He wanted to knock every last tooth out of her mouth. "Gah!" he exclaimed and swung a powerful arm to try and knock her back. "Get away from me!" Still fighting it with everything he had. This was going very wrong, very quickly.

Emlen's swing knocked her hard in the face, and her hand left his shoulder as she took a half step back from his form. All of her teeth were intact, but she tasted blood nevertheless. Not wanting to give the audience something to howl about, Minoko rolled the metallic taste around in her mouth and then swallowed it down. It was time. She had always known this would happen; she just hadn't expected a setting like this. In her mind it was always a clear plot of Solaris's and not some sort of sport. Their battle was supposed to take place in an open field or in Sama's unwelcoming streets, not in a ****ing cage. Slowly, the woman stepped back towards the wall and snatched up the javelin. The tool was changing shape yet again, becoming a bladed version of its former self. "Just let go, Em. We've got this."

Emlen didn't want to let go whether they had it or not. He didn't like losing control, especially not around his wife. Despite his wishes, he felt himself losing more and more of it. Trying to keep it in check at this point could destroy him. A growling howl left him, and one might think he was a lycan had they not known him better. "Minoko, get it done!" he half begged, half snarled. He held his head as the whispers of rage invaded his ears and made him writhe. Soon, the blackness would bleed out past his iris and fill the entirety of his eye. Black web-like veins spread down beneath his eyes like runny mascara. Teeth that were once dull were now razor sharp as his blood ran black in his veins.

Minoko tore her eyes away from Emlen's transformation to focus on the changing of her weapon. It was quickly shifting from a javelin to a polearm with a long, elaborate blade. Once the naginata was complete she wrapped both her hands around it and gave it a quick spin to test the weight. The action was enough to spur on the crowd. Most of the yelling melded together to form a great, unpleasant din, but a few phrases could be picked out of the mess. Gems like 'She means business' and 'He'll rip her neck out with those teeth'. Oh, if she could do anything right now, anything in the realm of possibility, then she would yank a satellite down from the sky and kill every single person in this place. This was the worst of Rhy'Din. A faint whistle came from the woman's lips as she inhaled deeply. Then, without hesitation, she was charging for her husband with the point of the naginata leading the way.

Yeah, Emlen would be lying if he said he wouldn't much rather tear out every other throat around him. His nose crinkled, blackout eyes staring right through her as he charged. A growl tore through his chest, his body hunched slightly as he ran like a mindless animal. When he got close, he'd attempt to swat that blade to the side--probably cutting himself in the process--and move in to swing. If all of that was accomplished, he'd be punching his wife in the mouth. Sorry, Minoko.

She had seen that fist coming for her teeth a million miles away. His swat to her blade was allowed, but from there Minoko lowered her head, lifted her arms and turned into the punch. It landed neatly on her upper arm just below her shoulder. The hit with all of Emlen's furious power behind it was enough to force a noise out of her, some sort of pathetic yelp that somehow helped to relieve the waves of pain pounding on her right side. From there she attempted to jab the butt end of the naginata hard at her husband's throat before raising it up and sending the blade down for the inside of his shoulder.

The yelp coaxed the deepest rumble from his chest as those inhuman eyes continued to stare her down. When she smacked his throat, he stumbled back a few steps, those sharp teeth exposed. The blade cut right through his shoulder, and there was no reaction from him. Normally, he'd have winced or grunted, but this time, the tower of a man looked down at the blade and back at her. That screaming shriek escaped his lips, like the call of a banshee.

He was only eight inches taller than her, but today Emlen felt like nothing short of a giant. His shriek was loud enough to momentarily drown out the noise of the crowd, and in that moment she stared blankly up at the black holes of his eyes, genuinely terrified of the person she was supposed to feel safest with. There would be no cooing of his name to bring the usual blue back to his irises. There was no Slane sister here, able to jump into the ring and save the day. A violent shaking came to her hands as she yanked the naginata's blade out of his shoulder. Her gaze stayed focused on his own as she then blindly thrust the naginata forward for his chest.

The blade pierced his chest, sinking in between his ribcage. Once more, he didn't grunt, and barely reacted. Strong fingers wrapped around the handle, a step back taken to rip the blade from his chest. Sticky black blood sprayed out and oozed down his chest. The muscles on his upper arm tensed as he yanked the weapon toward (and behind) himself, in order to pull her closer. A ready fist went flying right for her face. Inside, Emlen was screaming.

Emlen wasn't affected by the blade through his chest. He barely even seemed to notice it. Her lips parted, but she said nothing as he yanked her forward, as she willingly took a step closer. She was vaguely aware of his black blood landing on the exposed skin of her arms, causing an unpleasant burn. And then the punch came. She released her naginata and fell back. Her nose had to be broken. Her front teeth felt funny. Blank eyes stared at the white space that was the ceiling, and for the first time Minoko started to entertain the idea that Emlen might win this. How quickly would he come back to his true self? How would he react when he saw what was left of her? Suddenly a sense of determination ran through her, not like the previous one that had encouraged her to kill everyone in the room, but a fresh one that whispered she couldn't lose this battle. She couldn't hesitate, and she couldn't lie in a pathetic heap on the ground waiting for her neck to get snapped. To protect him, she would kill him, and he would bounce back same as he always did. Hell, the day they met he had been hit by a train. She grinned in spite of the blood pouring over her lips and hopped back to her feet. The fingers on both hands stretched out. Vague shapes appeared, circular and cylindrical, glowing pink.  Minoko stood completely still and waited for his approach.

If he killed her, if he'd won, he'd lose. There was no winning this. Not really... He would have either brought her back, or killed every jackass in this place, even if it meant him dying. A deep breath was taken if only so that he could howl out. Like an animal, all sense of humanity gone as he stood tall. He could feel the redhead gnawing away at the back of his head. Finish it. Finish it... Blackout eyes settled upon her and soon, he was barreling toward her, sending a blast of energy in his wake to try and ragdoll her a bit further back. As if she was nothing more than a toy for him to break.

It was hard to say whether it was a testament to her great determination or a result of a new skill, but the shield that Minoko came up with in that small amount of time appeared to be of a much better quality than her usual hastily made creations. The metal plate was a perfect circle made of thick, smooth alloy. It might have passed as store-bought steel if not for the lack of a handle on the back. No, instead of being held the thing hovered perfectly in front of her palm. The shield was brought forward to block the energy blast in the moment before it was sent her way. Her eyes squeezed shut as the metal took the brunt of the blast, forcing her lithe frame to slide back just a few inches. There was enough power behind it to put a deep strain in her limbs, but Minoko wasn't a ragdoll, not yet at least. Once the blast cleared her eyelids instantly lifted, and she was leaping forward to meet his barreling form, shield first. If Emlen could just be momentarily open then she had a real shot at ending this farce of a fight.

When Emlen was like this, he was almost always open. Caution was to the wind as he moved after his wife, another scowling growl tore from his throat, annoyed as all hell that she blocked that attack, it seemed. He threw his head back, and yanked his fist with it. It seemed that he was ready to punch through the shield, even if it killed him. If there was ever a time to take advantage of an opening, it was now.

Minoko waited until the very last second to pull her arm out from behind the shield and reveal her hand. She was a cross between a gladiator and vampire hunter tonight, because the simple weapon clutched so tightly by her digits was none other than another gleaming metal stake, this one fully formed and ready to strike. It was likely that Emlen would punch right through the shield, since she wasn't making any effort to pull it away from his incoming fist, but that didn't matter now. She had her shot and if through some amazing fluke they both managed to die here then so be it. With her hand at the very hilt of the stake she thrust the weapon forward, aiming to lodge most of its length in the spot where Emlen's heart lay.

That fist slammed into the shield, putting a massive dent in it, but Minoko was quick. That stake pierced his chest and he stiffened, his fist trembling against the shield and eventually dropping. His eyes widened, and the blackness crawled back into his pupil. Emlen sputtered, blood not quite black, but darker as it trailed from his lips and ran down his chin. For a second, he was himself. Then he dropped.

She didn't let go of the stake, not until it was ripped from her hand when Emlen's body plummeted to the ground. Her shield followed a moment later, its brilliance now marred by the deep dent in the center. Minoko swayed on her feet as she stared blankly down. The crowd was roaring, but Minoko couldn't make out the individual yells of people either insulting her existence or acknowledging her as their bet-winning angel. Her own haggard breathing came first, and everything else was relegated to background noise. Absentmindedly, a hand came up to wipe at the stream of blood that cascaded down from her nostrils. She blinked at the smear on the side of her hand. It seemed so harshly red compared to the pink light of her aura, still emanating from her hands. That was what did it. The Asian finally fell forward onto her knees. All the pain set in at once, and every inch of her was screaming. A sense of panic was quick to follow. She draped a protective arm over Emlen's temporary corpse and whipped her head around to see if anyone was coming to claim his body. Nobody was approaching, but she noticed that someone had so kindly opened the door of the cage. They could leave. Minoko placed her hand gently on the stake to make sure it was firmly in place, and then she got to work at changing her shield into a long, oval-shaped sheet of metal. Emlen was pulled onto it. The makeshift stretcher then lifted with her as she rose into a stand, and it came to a hover at her side. Slowly she began her walk to the exit, trying her best to look tall and proud even though every step she took sent sharp jolts of pain through her battered flesh. The only time Minoko paused in her stride was to take a long look at Jamie. Her eyes were starting to blacken as a result of the broken nose, but if anything the bruising worked in her favor, helping to accentuate the dark fire in her eyes. She would come back to this horrible place. She would make sure it burnt to the ground.
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[i:ac4ccb478f]And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon[/i:ac4ccb478f]