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| | Subject: Aokigahara [[ Learning and Training]] Sun Jul 11, 2010 12:47 pm | |
| Apple in his hand. Red like blood.
It hadn't been long since he'd left Shiori again. Still dressed in the same attire he had been during their little session together drinking tea....and each other. Missing his jacket and top hat. But remaining with the shirt. Albiet slightly damp with a few buttons of the top drawn out. He stared at the fruit. The beat passing, growing quieter. It had been doing so for awhile now. Slow in its steady decent in volume. He had to wonder if that truely meant anything at all. He suspected that the beat had its claws within the girl, that she was to be part of whatever was to come.
He'd come here to wait out the time for when Mr Scaley would be done in the Taxidermists. Then he'd return and claim his beloved hand puppet/decapitated head. All better and non decomposing. Lovely. Mittens was having quite a bit of fun playing around these trees. He looked up. Deep within the forest now. He was sat upon a large root. Holding an apple from one of the trees. Most of the trees within this forest were charred and burned up like the land. However. Here was a small location where they grew in abundance. Fresh trees, healthy trees. He looked up at the number of decomposing demon bodies around the area.
Yeah. That pretty much explains that.
Decomposing bodies brought nutrients to the soil. Blood was enough to give moisture. The trees had for a lack of a better word turned into man eaters. Or...demon eaters. One word was as good as another. But it did explain the red shade of the apple. The trees took an odd shape in this part of the forest. Certain parts of the bark looked like faces calling out. Screaming in horror. And thus it got its name. The forest of self murderers. Some quack pot had included it in his religious text a long time ago. Then again. Pennywise was never one to judge the quack pot level of anyone.
There was the sound of something moving within the trees. Pennywises eyes however didn't really much bother on looking up. Mittens however did. She tilted her head as the large demon, perhaps around 8 feet tall plodded through into the clearing. Staring at both the cat and its master. A few seconds passed before anything was said. Weak demons, and strong demons both resided in this forest. And the further you went the stronger they tended to be. Higher level demons came here for training, Pennywise hadn't really intended on that. However. As this demon stood there and the silence passed between them. The drumming in his head began to grow louder. And as it did, so did the grin on his face.
His fingers started moving, drumming against the bark of the overgrown gnarled root upon which he sat. Rat tat tat tat, Rat tat tat tat. The beat whispering to him, Mittens whispering to him. Secrets of power not yet unleashed within him. He looked down from the apple. Raised up a hand. And spoke the few words as the dark power within him began to rise. "...Butcher the flesh....". Darkness began to rise up like fog from the soil, and then began to turn and swirl around the target. Slowly solidifying in a circle. Pennywise swooped his hand down and it began to pick up speed. Moving in, a scream from the demon as the darkness within began to cut at flesh and bone. First light cuts then deeper hitting right down to the bone. His eyes drifted back down to the apple.
The darkness faded away. Leaving but more cut up flesh piles to decay and be absorbed by the trees. Mittens slowly plodded over and poked the remains of one large hand with the tip of her nose, Before meowing and placing a paw on top of it. Almost as if standing triumphantly. His reflection harrowed by the moonlight in the surface of the apple. There was power hidden within him. How much of it remained to be unlocked was unknown. But then...so was the nature of his existance. Random. Unpredicatable. There was something that obscured the moon light. Drawing his attention for a moment. A small black butterfly.
He stopped his drumming. Raised a finger. And the tiny insect landed it on it. An interesting point. Butterflies. Creatures who represented chaos. Mittens moved slowly over and sat with Pennywise, the apple. And the butterfly.
"....Hello my little butterfly....".
- Word Count: 769
- Total Word Count: 769/750
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| Yellow eyes, watching staring.Unblinking as he looked at this creature.
A furry movement at his leg as Mittens pressed against it. The Butterfly barely moved. Scared. Curious? But a better question was just what this creature was doing here. Such a small creature that would be killed anywhere else in this realm. The small black butterfly didn't belong in this place of constant darwinistic cycles. But then. Butterflie were creatures of chaos. Chaos transended the normal order. Transended sense and darwinism. Was it indeed chaos that brought this creature here? It twitched slightly moving on his finger and then crawling down onto the base of his hand before taking off in flight. Pennywise watched as the creature moved from tree to tree landing on each of the tortured face like protrusions that gave this part of th forest its name. Something about that creature called to his nature. Perked his curiousity.
Slowly Pennywise righted his body. And moved up , following the small butterfly, which by now flying eemed very uninterested in the man and his cat following it. The deeper they entered this forest of self murderers the thicken the foliage seemed to get. Which Pennywise knew meant one thing. The more that grows. The more moisture and food there is for the soil. Which means. This was a killing ground. Still further the butterfly moved in. And so did Pennywise.
At some point. He didn't know when. He started falling. There wwas a meow from above him as down he tumbled. It seemed that here the ground got rather weak and Penny had accidently misplaced one foot and the ground had crumbled beneath him. Oh well. If this was time for him to die. He didn't much mind. He had after all already gone through this process before. And annoying as it was, it had come to better things. After all, ever since becoming an Oni. H'ed had fun. A shit load of fun. He couldn't deny that. So who knew. Maybe the end of this life would bring something else. Then. Bump. His foot hit something and then he began to move from a straight vertical fall into a rolling tumbling snow ball. Before long he smacked his head on the ground an-
Shiori in a top hat, wearing nothing but the top half of his victorian outfit. The rest below merely panties and skin. In her hand a cane. He couldn't help but grin as she bent over. Reaching a hand over and then going to grab the sweet sweet....
Candy!, lots of candy. Rolling around in piles of the stuff. He'd won the candy cane land lottery! He picked one up, undid the silvery wrapping went to place it in his mouth. His face contorted. Candy came in this flavour? It was kind of like-
Fish! Finally that bitch in the fish mongers is throwing out her fish heads. Its been seven friggen hours and we've not had anything to eat ( wait a second why am I in Mittens body?) that and Pennywise is off chasing that woman again honestly you'd think he'd never seen a pair of-
Breasts. Mmm....BBQ chicken. Served by a pair of naked women....man I'd like to hit them with a couple of-
" Fucksticks"
Pennywise said as he awakened. The hit on the head must have knocked him harder than he thought. Rubbing the back of his head and then sitting up he looked around. He was in a cave formation of sorts. Mittens still meowing from the top of the hole from where he fell inwards. Suddenly, the beat began to grow louder again as his fingers began to rap the side of his leg almost without permission. A large beast stood towering over him. " Hello old chap I don't suppose you'd happen to know where the exi-". Its jaws opened and it began to roar. Giving Pennywise the hair drier treatment with his hair blowing back. He closed his eyes as specks of spittle flew into his face. He moved up a hand when the road had finished. Wiped off the saliva and shook his head. The drumming beat louder again. Whispering to him of power yet to be unlocked. " Now...that was just rude....". As the beat grew to its peak. Pennywise's grin spread across his face. Punching the creature in the torso causing it to bend over.
" Splatter the brains!".
A puddle of darkness opened up and hundreds of tiny shadow needles shot out like a chain firing machine gun into the demons face. Literally eveloping and evicerating its head.
- Word Count: 782
- Total word Count: 1553/ 1500
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| | Subject: Re: Aokigahara [[ Learning and Training]] Fri Jul 16, 2010 10:59 am | |
| Chaos. The word used to describe events of random occurance.
It'd gotten a rather bad jibe nowadays as people liked things to be kept in squeaky clean wording order. That word. Order. It was funny how it worked. At least in relation to human beings. In the begining when all is as it should be. Blood rain and anarchy. Humans attempted to bring some semblance of control to it. Society was created. Laws were placed down. Rules to keep order. And yet the moment this began to be the norm for humans. They would begin to rebel. Breaking their laws and attempting to return to chaos once again. A self defeating cycle that was in itself. Chaotic.
For Pennywise. A seemingly random event such as following a butterfly. Followed by the next( falling down the hole into the cave, and recieving some lovely ideas for what to do with Shiori) would lead to the next. Which strangely. Seemed to hold answers. And significance. The sound of the beat. The drumming. Ever present in his life and in his mind. Growing louder and louder as he stepped out into the pale fey light of the opening of the cave. A clearing in the Aokigahara, trees twisted and disheveled. Leaves red as blood. And yet in the air floated these Black butterflies. A familiar rub against his leg caused him to look down.
Mittens. She'd managed to find her way down here.
Eyes moved back up as he looked onto these creatures. Extending his arms outwards some flew in and perched across his arms.
He stood there for a few moments simply staring into space, listening to the rythem of the beat. Before it was interupted, rather dudely. By the sound of the trees shaking. Something stomping clumbsly towards them. It emerged from the trees. A creature much like the one he had killed back in the cave. Physically intimidating. It scared away the butterfly creatures ( whatever they truely were) causing them to retreat back into the forest of self murderers. It was this that Pennywise was rather displeased with. He had liked sitting around these creatures of chaos.
He lit up a cigarette, and then stared at the creature as it let out its own breath. It seemed to be sizing him up. Judging upon whether he was a threat or not. And obviously the creature judged wrong. It took the first step forward. Raising up its massive fist and striking downwards at the ground were Pennywise and Mittens stood. Pennywise dodged to the right, Running around the fist of the dim witted creature. Mittens ran to the left. Jumping in some bushes. Using his momentum from the right dash. He springboarded on his left leg. Turning it into a dash to the creatures chest. Clenched fist. Smack into the boney chest of the demon. He let out a grin as his fist remained there.
" Eviceration....".
A puddle of blackness formed where his fist was....needles shot out and began to plough through the chest of the large demon. Expanding the radius of the attack. Continuing with blood spraying everywhere. Eventually the needle attack stopped. And the demon he'd been facing was now left with a rather large hole in its chest. It was still standing however. Its eyes blank. He knew it'd only take one prod and the thing would come collapsing down. He poked his head through the hole and looked through to the other side. "...I must say Mittens....I think this power is going to become very useful....". He walked back over towards the mouth of the cave. Turned and pointed at the demon.
" Go Mittens! deliver the finishing blow!....".
The cat jumped out from the bushes. And knocked itself into the monster. It shook and then fell like a great tree. " Well done Mittens!, Felling a large monster like that with such little effort....Well you deserve it. Go ahead...eat what you like from the corpse...". With that said Mittens headed towards the monsters groin. Pennywise flinched as the sound of eating began. " ....What can I say....women!....".
- Word Count: 668
- Total Word Count: 2212
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| | Subject: Re: Aokigahara [[ Learning and Training]] Sun Jul 18, 2010 4:23 am | |
| Mid Thread Update
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| | Subject: Re: Aokigahara [[ Learning and Training]] Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:22 am | |
| Penny old boy how you get yourself into these situations one will never know. In a short recap of events kiddy winks our spectacular anti hero had found himself deep within the Solvay forest, in a place that he's come to know as Aokigahra, or in more jeudo-christian terms. The forest of self murderers. Upon entering the forest that lovely drum beat that led this rather ridiculous story from begining and will no doubt do so till the end. Had began to grow louder the further he ventured. Much like the wonderland this is. Our hero found himself chasing a little butterfly deeper and deeper inwards. He fell down a hole. Encountered a second monster ( but not before evicerating the first with a new skill), a third monster was on the horizon as well in the garden of the butterflies.
The third monster triumphantly defeated by the combined might of Pennywise and his loyal side kick Mittens. Well, thats about it for the recap of what you know. Now to fill in the blanks of what you don't. Seconds after Mittens triumphant victory. Pennywise was beset upon by a large group of demons. Who were for the most part. Disgruntled relatives of Mr Scaley.
The next parts mostly a bit of a blurr, but involved him getting whacked repeatedly over the head with large wooden clubs till his brains felt as if they were nearly leaking out of his skull. A dragging. Some voices. And then the sounds of him being strapped to a table of sorts. Now to move back into real time and watch this little thing play out. But I warn you kiddy winks. Its not pretty. But then again. When watching Pennywise. When is it?
Eyes finally openeing as he came around. Those bastarding demons had gotten quite the jump on he and Mittens. And right in the middle of their little celebratory dance. That was a thought however. Where was Mittens? Just about to call out her name he found his mouth gagged by some kind of dirty rag. Tasted of old blood and god knows what else. Likely vomit. Or something along those lines. His eyes darted about trying to figure out just where he wa and more importantly where his little cat was. There was the sound of a gear turning. A figure standing next to him working the gear. Turning the table he was strapped to upwards so that he could face someone. And suprise suprise. It was someone familar to him. The gag was removed from his mouth and the first words out were ones most people would instantly regret.
" Mr Snakey old chap, its been awhile how are you?....Did you get those limbs reattached alright?".
For those who don't quite know just who Mr Snakey is, a few days ago Pennywise decided to have some fun with the relatives of Mr caely. Deciding that lizards were essentially just snakes with limbs, Pennywise had a few of his shadow familiars tear the limbs off lizard demons and had two of them race to see which was the better snake. The winner, dubbed Mr Snakey ( as the other Mr Snakey was left for dead and had presumably been devoured afterwards) had his limbs given back to him in a crude manner. But enough of one that a lizard demons natural regeneration would take part in the healing.
By the looks of the scars, and his grumpy face ( although that said when did lizards ever not look grumpy) wasn't too happy with Pennywise. He made his aproach to the table, which by now Pennywise had deduced was a torture table. " Oooo torture table, I wonder just what kind of techniques for this your species had, I mean you know I don't have a super regeneration speed like you lot right?.....right?....". They grunted. Seemingly ignoring him. " Well regardless if your going to want to torture me in any fun way, just remember to have a good anatomical knowledge. My if you really need it I'll give you a step to step guide on this whole thing...". Mr Snakey gestured for the others to leave the rooom whilst he had his time alone with Pennywise. The last of the demons left after wheeling in a sort of dolley with a white sheet over it.
The drumming started again. And in seconds Pennywise felt just what he required to do. Mr Snakey turned towards the dolley and pulled back the sheet. Pennywise melted into the shadows below the table. Escaping his restraints and re-emerging behind Mr Snakey. He stared down at the torture devices and grinned.
" Quite the selection Snakey old chum".
- Word Count: 787/750
- Total Word Count: 787
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| | Subject: Re: Aokigahara [[ Learning and Training]] Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:47 am | |
| The look on Mr Snakeys face was quite amusing. Well. To say that he wasn't amused at all in himself was a severe understatement. He let out a sort of screech as Pennywise scratched his chin and looked over the torture devices. The Lizard demons from the other room returned, grabbed him by the arms and forced him back onto the table. " Now now old boy this isn't really required...". Slight pain as the straps were placed on tighter, cutting off his circulation slightly. "...Now now, save that for the bedroom with your mistresses lads...honestly I would have gotten back into the table if you'd just asked. I only wanted to see what we've got to work with here....". Mr Snakey let out another grunt. It appeared that for the most part this was how their species communicated. And it was rather primitive if he did have anything to say concerning it. And yet Pennywise couldn't help but look on and wonder just how Mr Snakey in these few days had jumped up from lowly Lizard minion. To big lizard commander.
" Well Snakey, you've certainly climbed your way up the social ladder....".
Once again the demon just ignored himm. Primitive or not Mr Snakey could have at least had the manners to reply to him. hen again maybe he was still sore about the whole ritual dismemberment thing. Which made him think that perhaps this was the reason Mr Snakey had found his way up the social hierchy of these lizard shaped demons, perhaps they had some primitive warrior culture were the harsher the method of survival the higher up you were considerd in the food chain. And well Mr Snakey certainly had survived a lot. So kudos to him. The Lizard demon started by picking up a knife. He wondered jut what method of torture this demon would try first, of course he had no doubt that his species had perfected their own methods but in the end most of it came down to similarities between regions and just what base they took their tortureing from. For example wastern torture masters usually based their torture on both physical agony whilst at the same time breaking the paitent with lack of hope and mental anguish.
From what he had seen however from eastern uses of the torture art, their masters tended to focus more on the mental anguish of a subject, breaking their minds long before their bodies. Which usually stuck in more results when it came to question tie. Breaking their resolve long before they have a chance to resist and gain strength through body torture. One could build resistance to the pain through days of body torture but if the mind as broken then there was little to defend against. No will to continue on. Nothing left to resist the cut of the knife.
However Mr Snakey was going to find that torturing Pennywise be it physically or mentally was going to yield all the results of cutting into a stone. Or even worse. Because this stone would actually talk back and berate him on just what he was doing wrong. Then again it would also likely praise him for every move that he did right. The first few cuts from this knife were nothing really to talk about. Yes the knicks and cuts hurt, and bled over his shirt. But less concerned with his own well being and more concerned about just how he'd get these stains from his shirt. Mr Snakey then moved back over to the table and brought back with him a large tub of salt. Licking his finger, dipping it in the tub and the removing it. His finger with salt stuck to the base, he began to apply it to each of the knife wounds. It as at this time Pennywise would crindge and then comment. " Not bad Snakey, applying that to make the pain worse, very good but theres far worse you could do, for example...". Once again slipped out o the restaints using the method of shadow teleportation, appearing in a shadow behind Mr Snakey and then using something new. He sent out his own shadow it strapped itself to Mr Snakey.
Pennywise picked up a syrindge in his hand, placed it into a jar of sulphuric acid. Drew some into the needle. And then handed it to Mr Snakey. Now the odd thing about this new technique was that Mr Snakey as bound and couldn't move. Unless of course, he was mimicing the moves of Pennywise. To which point Pennywise pretened to have the needle in his hand and injected into his neck. Mr Snakey, eyes wide open at this unique revelation mimiced the move. Of course Mr Snakey DID have the syrindge in his hand. So when Pennywise made the action for pressing down. Mr Snakey injected diluted sulphuric acid into his veins....fun times.
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- Total Word Count:1612
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