Multiple Settings - {IC} ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ' ꜱᴇզᴜɪᴛᴇʀ - Your charries' lost IC... (Yes, Always OPEN!!) (2024)

Ahahahah...You are one interesting toy.

Explosions rumbled through the valleys. Her head hurt. It throbbed and played shotput with her skull. Her legs bolted, springing her across the skies as a flash of her green-emerald ponytail flowed like a swath of silk. Her hands held a Glock 17.

"Enemy's pretty large. 9mm won't cut it."

Follow my suggestion, toy.

"Hush."

Sliding down the hill's slopes, her eyes scanned a large mound of muscle, spreading down and following the river. It pulsated. Tearing along its meat revealed various shades of bipedal figures, crafted entirely of flesh. They turned in her direction.

"sh*t." She leapt away from the slope, swinging into the skies as her gun fired.

"1-2-3-4-5." 5 rounds flew from her gun, manipulated via her fingertips. "More than enough." Several of these meat-figures jumped high into the air, attempting to intercept the girl.

"1, 2, 3, 4, pierce. 5, slash." 4 rounds, moved at the beck and call of her individual fingers, counterattacking as they penetrated the heads of the foes in front of her.

4 down. 12 down. 20.

Toy, you're going to need to disable that little child down there.

Noted. She pounced and blasted into the valley, flight taking over as the magical girl swung and narrowly avoided the missiles of various meatheads. The fifth bullet swerved and cleanly cut into the mound itself.

"Eye, let me borrow your vision."

Hahah. So you need my assistance. I hope you intend to kneel for it.

Her eye felt like it was getting shot with ten thousand volts, nearly sending her crashing. "Gh...I see...It..." She couldn't describe the pain or the texture of having the creature condense its vision into hers; maybe something akin to a blown-out speaker being stuffed into her retinas. But that's fine. It wasn't her first rodeo.

"What do you hope to accomplish?" Echoed across the valley. "There will always be more."

"Don't worry about it..." She grunted, her brain beginning to throb even more as she drove towards the cords of the river, following the spread of flesh. She covered herself in a protective field. "Full Armor...Type 3A..." She raised her knees, and prepared for impact.

Her body pierced into the muscle while she made a clean roll and swept herself right to her feet. "The heart should be here..." She mumbled.

"Look at you." Behind was the enemy still attempting to give her despair. A man long since corrupted by the meat he was surrounded by. Arms and wings connected to his back, while half of his face rotted and the other half looked at her with a loose teeth-missing grin.

"Your efforts are in vain. Do you not see? This will be art. Beauty. The world is long gone past its prime, Stardeus. It's time to reform."

"1, 2, 3." Three of her initial rounds tracked back and pierced into his head. Like strings, she swung her fingers, eyes sharpening as she looped the rounds into his head more and more. "Don't feed bullsh*t," She commented. "World always needs reforming. But you're in my way."

I like your boldness.

"And how do you plan to stop me? What will stopping a vessel do for you?"

Her eye sharpened.

Keep him talking.

"It does a lot for me," She commented.

"For an alias named after the stars, you think quite low to the ground, don't you...?" He echoed with a widening grin, only expanding as her rounds continued to pierce until it was nothing but shreds of fragmentation.

"You really feel like you're winning in all of this, aren't you?"

"How can't I? There is nothing but flesh around you. The world will soon be enveloped."

"There's still a Stardeus watching it, you know."

"Ho? What does that even mean? The stars will ignore a meager ball of dirt."

I've done you the favor, toy. Even his mere confidence is too paltry to witness crumble. The core is within your vision. Fire, and I will do the rest, courtesy of our happy contract.