stxr-bxster - Shooting star
Shooting star

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Stxr-bxster - Shooting Star

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Disclaimer for some kinda' gory depictions of a warzone.

A string of quiet, heaving sounds undercut by weak, raspy attempts to suck in some air through spasming muscles echoed in the warm, humid air. The rasps slowed, as though the reflexive muscular tremors were abating, only for an attempted deep a breath at the wrong time to shatter whatever composure the fresh recruit was trying to muster up. A sickening splattering noise followed soon after.

Krigg coughed, throat burning and eyes watering from the sudden chunder, hand pressed against the wide form of a fallen chain crab for stability. Well... the ass end of a chain crab, anyways. The bus-sized beast's segmented body ended quite abruptly in a splintered mess of shattered carapace and pulped flesh where a falling orbital shell had shredded half of it into paste. The corpse rose from the mass of the dead like some malformed boulder, its legs frozen in death in twisted arches that seemed to try and grab at the skies.

A fresh shell's distant whistle tore through the atmosphere, the baleful ringing growing in intensity until a bone-shuddering clap sounded off, the roar of the explosion moving like a liquid mass through ground and air. The small alien's body gave a distressed shiver, the autocannon she hadn't let go of rattling in her grip. Her fingers ached from gripping the weapon so tight her knuckles went white for so long. Another scream, another bang, another nauseated gag escaped her, another quake of her body - weaker, tired.

The world was so, so loud. Every new boom from distant shelling pounding the next area to clean up was like claws raking at her spine, sinking under her ribs to press razor edges against her heart. The world had been worse what felt like seconds before - but every sound felt like it could be the jumpstart of something new, the violent return of death and danger. It sunk deep, violently shaking tired nerves back into cruelly acute awareness.

The charge had been a maelstrom of noise, fire and vibration. A vivid nightmare she wasn't sure she'd dreamed or lived. A wall of information threatening to crush her from all sides she had to push through, holding steadfast to her training, lest she meet a gruesome end along with her comrades. And the smell- oh, the smell! Ozone and burnt flesh and bile and a million other disgusting scents clawing at her throat.

It was worse then, once it was over. The battlefield around her was nothing but rubble, upturned earth and the bodies of dead things. A few on her side. Many, many, MANY on the other. The ground was a carpet of pulped flesh, gristle, shell, bone and guts through which liquefied flesh and blood ran in knee-deep, muddy puddles. It was wrong. Everything was wrong in a way her body rejected violently. The air was wrong, the place was wrong, and she wanted out out OUT OUT-

"Alright rookie, not so bad." Krigg tensed harshly at the foreign sound ringing out from behind her, autocannon springing back into a proper two-handed grip. She spun sharply, heels skidding against the slick ground, only for her to slowly, painfully lower her weapon at the sight of another squadmate. A large, heavily modded combat cyborg with a bulky chest and four grasping limbs modified with bladed implements. Has Krigg been from elsewhere, she would have compared them to a top-heavy bionic praying mantis, with an extra pair of graspers on their shoulders.

The veteran squad member ambled closer, reaching out to tap her shoulder with the graspers on the end of his bladed forelimb. She shrank away from the touch, the intrusion feeling foreign and too raw on frayed nerves. If they noticed, they didn't care. "Don't worry, everyone's first scrap goes a bit like this. Lucky you, you made it out alive, and given your performance in the thick of it rather than on the backline, you just might cut it to climb the ranks!"

"I'll be seeing you later. Welcome to the extermination corps. Get used to killing things, you'll be doing plenty of that."

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[TXT] : Wait how’d you get that number

[TXT] : WHO’S TALKING RIGHT NOW???? BLUE???

[TXT] : Also what the heck is tokusatsu

[TXT] : Oh I guess that answers your question. No I don’t


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mechahero​:

Warm nights with clear skies. The best kind of nights. 

And Lambda was fully intending on enjoying it. Having already gone to the nearest convenience store on a snack run and now walking down the sidewalk, bag in hand and looking down at his phone, trying to decide on what song to switch to. The song he was already listening to blaring in his headphones. It drowned out the sounds of the busy city, active with the creatures of the night. …Or night owls dealing with insomnia. (Like one Lambda, for example.)

He could do without the hot air and how unpleasant it felt to breathe but he could bear with it until he got him. Or if he was bothering to look to see what shops he was walking next to. His search having yielded no acceptable results, Lambda scoffs, annoyed.

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“Oh, come on! There’s nothin’ good on here!”

Mechahero:

“...Ooohhh, that’s high.” Krigg muttered softly to herself as she slowly pered over her shoulder to the glittering city streets stretching far, far below her feet, wedged firmly into a small, decorative indent running around the spire she was clinging to. The glimmering lines seemed to blur and wobble the more she looked at them, the illuminated walls of the building subtly stretching like taffy in the periphery of her vision.

The little alien briskly looked away from the anxiety-inducing nightmare view, swallowing the lump in her throat with a small “-ulp”. An excellent climber she was, but climbing down that much sheer height was bound to be a hard on the ol’ arms and legs.

Though there waaaas another option. Krigg slowly shifted her weight to her left arm, freeing up the right to begin a sort of... flop-retreating motion in an attempt to shrink the arm into the sleeve and thus, in time, shed the garnment.

Two things happened in quick succession. One, Krigg swore she felt the cheap stucco ledge that she’d been using as a climbing hold under her other hand disintegrate into dust. Two, she felt herself tumble ass first into nothingness, plumetting to the streets below with a raw, undignified shriek.

“Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Her amorphous shriek quickly formed into a cry of rage as the little alien violently bucked, squirmed and kicked, seconds slowing to a crawl as she desperately tried to get her arm out of its constrictive clothing prison. Before she could splatter to the ground like a bug on a windshield, the piece of clothing finally came off, freeing up her back. Delicate transparent structures folded against her back unfurled quickly, spreading into fully fledged wings that started beating the air furiously, producing a loud, shrieking buzz.

Krigg only truly earned a spare, precious few seconds of control over her trajectory, as well as an opportunity to slow down, before she was forced to make peace with the ground of a nearby alleyway, yanking her body upwards up at an awkward angle. She was sent tumbling across the alleyway by her momentum, rolling for a few meters. Still swearing, mind you, until she finally went still. There was silence for a few moments, before Krigg groaned faintly, picking herself up and off the groan slowly, rubbing her back as her crumpled wing beat a few more times before folding tightly against her skin.

A small movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, leading to her slowly turn to face... A random passerby with headphones, standing a few meters away. Krigg’s mouth opened and closed a few times, before she slowly drew it into a thin, awkward line.

“...You didn’t see that.” Came her flat, emotionless commentary.


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2 years ago

pzfr​:

[TXT]: yeah pretty much

[TXT]: I think of it as the ‘next dimension’ or ‘another dimension’

[TXT]: ok back 2 bed. you do the same. tucking you in but in like. spirit. use ur imagination. gnighty. snnnzzzz

[TXT]: Oh okeh

[TXT]: Do I gotta’ go on an extra-dimensionnel cruzase to snatch yo soul if you ded?

[TXT]: Bed gude tho

[TXT]: Am already rolled up like burrito, comfy af. Noighte! Themks.


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2 years ago
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"I don't bitch and groan THAT much... Do I?"

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Perhaps sinking some extra positivity into her attitude wouldn't be a bad idea. Ain't no way she is going down in history for being a salty little sausage.

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2 years ago

Attention w..hre

Attention W..hre

Y-y'know. Bad grammar indicative of shallow intellect aside, you're the one that keeps bothering me while thinking you can get away with it like some needy little goblin.

You can't call me an attention whore and keep giving me attention, that's not how it works.