idolpro | FLOWER CITY

[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a normal, quaint forested cottage.

You're wearing a regular version of your uniform, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly leveled to the ground, with few survivors.

But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you? Well, except the bomb that blew up in some of your faces after you ran off to %CONTINENT NAME%.

...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.

Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]

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I'm not, but I can't stop them from trying to be self-sacrificial idiots. But fuck it. She's not going to listen to me and neither are the rest of them. You're originally Wild City-- Silver likes you for some fucking reason-- you try to get them in line.

[ turns and stalks away, shoulders hunched. ]

I'm fucking done with this.

This isn't my unit anymore. You want me to come in and take care of everything? Fine. Then, you fall in line when someone says to. You aren't an individual, you're part of a unit and you act like it.

Could have fucking fooled me, since I'm the only one trying to keep them from eating shit at any given time.

[ sits in a corner, against the wall. ]

But you're always keen to shove your nose into my unit's business. I don't want you to do anything-- I don't have to. You fucking do it all on your own and I couldn't stop you from getting involved if I tried.

Talk to me again and take your tongue. That's your final warning.

[immediately getting a switchblade out, not going to submit to this]

No, you invite me. And you can't keep them in line. Stop being their friend, and be practical about it. If you're going to put a change of face on, then lead the goddamn charge, or bite your tongue when someone has to take the lead. You've been here too long to dismiss what you mean to Wild City, a lot more than me, the guy they don't even know about.

[ well, she warned him.

she immediately gets up and lurches towards him to try to grab his throat, teeth bared. ]

[immediately going to whip his blade holding hand into her aorta with anatomical precision and pull hard to the other side with his opposite hand for ease of pull, not even guarding himself]

[giving a delighted little clap while she watches from the sidelines]

[ precision is one thing: the force required to actually penetrate her skin is another, and with her lunging forward like she is the point where it actually sinks in is blessedly a centimetre or two off from immediately fatal.

The pain doesn't seem to give her any sort of pause-- if he's not bothering to guard she's not bothering to hold back, digging her fingers hard into his throat and yanking him towards her, immediately sinking her teeth into the closest part of his neck or shoulder she can reach, a feeling like acid-- like fire-- immediately surging from the bite point and through his flesh. ]

[ alright we're apparently handwaving that guinea pig!Challah calmed down enough to turn back and North gave her enough of a rundown on what was happening that she now understands where she is needed and why.

you're BOTH getting grabbed by a very big very muscle-ey dog girl with zero clothes on. John's wrist is getting grabbed, and squeezed hard enough to force him to let the knife go.

nychta is just getting grabbed at the back of the neck. ]

..... drop it.

[well, given the pressure and situation, going to silently let go]

Why...

[she's tired.]

[ for a long moment, she doesn't let go, jaw clenched painfully tight and fingers dug into john's skin.

but eventually she does, wobbling slightly even with challah's grip.

y'know, probably because she's struggling to breathe with a knife in her neck. ]

Edited 2020-05-20 04:50 (UTC)

[ that knife's getting tossed across the room, go and fetch it if you want it four-eyes. and she's going to press her hand hard against the wound to stop the bleeding while her other arm supports nychta's weight. she seems to be moving mostly on instinct and reflex though so she's not doing much more than that. she's not a healer. ]

[taking more than a few steps back, hands staying out where they can be seen for everyone's sake]

[ for the record, that burning sensation from the bite wound is likely still ongoing.

she heavily slumps against challah though, with a breathless, wheezing laugh, the noise wet. ]

Have fun ex--plaining to Silver you k-killed me for not b-being a fffffucking leader. C-cocksucker.

[it is and he is resolutely ignoring it, rather drop off dead than admit to be hurt]

You attacked first. You explain it.

[ -- laughs, harshly, wheezing. ]

No. This's your... responsibility now.

... stop talking. You'll die. [ her voice is tight again. don't make her cry again nychta. ]

[ she's probably going to die anyway.

but she quiets, just taking slow, rattling breaths. ]

[wait--]

N-Nychta? Wh--

[she turns and stares at John]

What the hell?

[glares at her, hands still up]

I'm not going to be quiet.

You don't have to be quiet, but you don't have to try to kill her, either?!

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