genessia | [CLOSED] [backdated to August 5]

Who: Namur and Koishi
What: A BOUNTY
When: August 5 (haha yes a month ago-ish)
Where: Everglade!
Warnings: Excessive swearing, others added as necessary

Well.

Shit.

When Namur offered to hire someone to act as bait for a kidnapper, he did expect them to wind up in the bastard's net, it's true. That part went exactly according to plan. Koishi really was perfect for the job. Hot damn, but that li'l yokai could turn on the cute and defenseless like you wouldn't believe. But something that hadn't been mentioned was that all of the prior abductees were, in a word, inhuman. Namur baited the hook with not one worm, but two, it turns out, and now they were both neatly bound and gagged and headed to hell knows where in the back of an old fashioned horse-driven hearse. Of course the roads in Everglade are paved with uneven cobblestone. Of course Namur's nearly too big to fit in the damn thing on his own, let alone with someone else shoved in with him. And of course his own spit is beginning to make it more difficult to actually cut the gag in his mouth with his teeth. He's also a little high because whatever tranquilizer they hit him with, they weren't screwing around. Finally he manages to shear through the last bit of cloth, even if at some point he'd begun thinking of his tongue as a striped sea snake that was helping him out. But what the hell. It worked, didn't it?

"Oi, Braineater. Y' dead?"

That was probably a dumb question, but she ought to know what he meant.

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Namur felt that horror, yes. Felt it, chewed it up, and spit it out. He could do that, too, when he wanted. This particular instance was not the time.

"Clamp it down, sweetheart. Gotta turn 'im in well 'nuff t' face trial, 'less the bounty specifically says dead's an option. An' this'n don't. Told me y' could do it, so I expect y' ain't so damn weak that y' can't even control yerself."

He was about to suggest she be patient and wait to eat him until after they'd been paid, but was interrupted by an emotionless, mechanical voice.

"It would be inconvenient for me if you rip out my core and unfulfilling for you if it is blood you seek."

Namur glanced up, then rolled his eyes and sat up, giving up the ruse. Their captor sat in the driver's seat still, but his head had swiveled around completely in order to look down at them, eyes faintly backlit in the darkness as their irises focused in and out at them like the shutters of a camera.

Koishi didn't want to calm down. She was hungry. She had burned youki. She wanted to replenish that energy by consuming flesh and fear... But she pouted and began to force herself to calm down. At least until her eyes trailed up and she stiffened.

Hands curling again into claws, she clenched her teeth, her left eye flickering again. She flinched, reaching up and touching it just as a bead of blood rolled down her left cheek. Something must have broken inside of it.

"Inconvenient doesn't mater. If a human wants to hunt monsters they should have the courtesy to do it themselves and not build something to hunt for them."

She seemed less agitated though at least. Less blood thirsty. After all, a machine likely didn't have much of what she wanted.

Dear Lord of the Sea, did she have to bleed so much? Speaking of someone needing to clamp it down. Shit. Namur tried to focus, but his own vision was beginning to pinpoint Koishi into stark clarity, and nothing else, so he shook his head to clear it as the machine replied.

"I do not currently serve a master. I have fulfilled my intended purpose, and I have exceeded it. Continuing to do so creates positive feedback and so I must persist. You are both new and unexplored species. I must catalog you. Please do not resist."

Sorry Namur. Koishi can't help it. It was at least a partial blessing that Koishi was partially removed from his senses... but still!

"Unexplored? I'm a youkai!" Koishi was scratching at the bottom of the car. "You knew that much. Such a dirty trick using seals and magic to bind me like that. There's so much metal in you pierced and trickling out! I'll rip you apart...!"

Somewhat of a pointless threat. Koishi knew she couldn't break through the divide into the cabin. She knew she couldn't break through metal. Wood and plastic? Much easier. But not metal. To make matters worse her conventional magic wasn't that powerful. Her psionics were but she didn't have a good angle for anything physical and normal psionics wouldn't work on a machine...

Eight million kami... What she wouldn't give for the shrine maiden's meddling right now.

She'd have to be content with the meddling of a fishman instead. Because now that he had a taste of her blood in the air, it was only a matter of time before he got hungry enough to find her irresistible. Namur wanted to get back to the kidnapper's lair, to see if there was anyone there still alive and able to be saved, but he'd just have to find another way of doing that. Later. When he's saner. Namur shook his head again, clenched his teeth, and charged at the barrier between them and their captor, leaving a small puff of smoke where he'd been sitting only a moment before. He crashed into it with his entire body, shaking the entire vehicle so much it had to stop or risk being shaken to pieces. But that was only the opening salvo. As he impacted he listened to the material vibrate, seeking out its tiny flaws or imperfections. Being still a little loopy, it was harder to focus on the sounds and not the sudden spray of colors that flashed across his vision.

"Please do not damage yourselves. You are precious information. It would be inconvenient to lose you. There may not be another opportu-"

Namur slammed himself into the divide again, this time head-first, the skin there turned a shiny black. He had gathered enough of his wits and his Will to control his Armament Haki. The more solid, directed hit put more pressure on a slightly weaker section, and there was an audible crack that certainly didn't sound like it came from Namur himself.

"Koishi," Namur said, moving as far back as he could, to give himself the most distance possible to build up momentum. "Take all his limbs off."

He charged again, skin coating itself in the inky blackness, and focused everything he had into slamming through the barrier. Who knew what he'd end up looking like on the other side? But it didn't matter, so long as he made a hole big enough for the little youkai to get through, it'd be enough. Namur impacted, and pushed his Will outward like a bullet. The barrier cracked some more, the veinlike splits glowing faintly as the material resisted for only a moment, then shattered around him, the very cells of the material overcome and torn apart. Namur flew forward, over the front seat and out the windshield, onto the hood of the old-fashioned but clearly high-tech vehicle. He'd missed their captor by only a few inches.

Koishi drifted back, giving Namur room as he began throwing himself against the inner divider. His literal blood-lust was reflecting onto her, addling her mind and stirring her instincts. She still retained enough sense to take to the air, avoiding the shaking, taking a moment to force herself to focus. She didn't really register her captor's words... but Namur's were clear.

Drifting back, her aura darkened further, her body coiling as her toe touched the back door of the cabin, and released, she shot forward just as Namur broke through, one hand catching on the metal to make the sharp turn into the driver's side oaf the cabin, he tiny frame impacting their robotic captor. They hit the door hard enough to break it open. Straddling his ribs, her claws were already around his throat, tentacles winding aroudn the robot's arms, legs, torso head, mechanical joints groaning in protest as they were twisted. She was likewise summoning magic, thorny vines to bind him further to the ground. He would not be going anywhere.

She lifted his upper torso up once, slamming it back down into the ground, hissing something in Japanese. Her left eye had gone out completely, though the smell of blood was quickly being drowned out by the smells of burning fabric, hair, metal, and plastic. The air between Koishi and the robot had started to shimmer under the force of the small youkai's attempted psychic assault.

If he had a human mind, he would have undoubtedly be dead.

Already some smoke was fogging the lenses of the machine's eyes, though she hadn't done any real damage yet...

Namur shook himself back into awareness. He'd slipped a little after hitting the front of the coach. He smelled... so many things. Buring metal probably shouldn't be one of them. The robot needed to be maimed, not destroyed, but a robot only needs its CPU and a power source. Namur figured the arms and legs were peripherals.

But she wasn't going for the legs or the arms, was she?

"Damn it... sweetheart..." why was forming words still so hard? "Need his head still! Don't put his light out!" Namur rolled himself off the front of the coach and somehow landed on his feet. Not that it did him muc good, since two steps later he managed to trip over his own feet. "Rip off his leg!"

[CLOSED] [backdated to August 5]

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