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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[Read that as broom instead of brocon for some reason and didn't even blink. Chobe postures in a feral like manner, looking ridiculous thanks to his elaborate robe, but he's doing his best to at least appear threatening. He has absolutely no problem attacking first and asking questions later of course, but given the unfamiliar surroundings, he rather tread with a slight hint of caution.
Or at least he would, before she opens his mouth and honks that horn. He's immediately bristling all over like a stray cat and reflexively whips a vine forward, smacking at the hood of the limo, likely with just enough force to dent it.]
Stop screamin' and yappin' gibberish, or next that'll be yer head, bitch!
[ well guess she ruined the chance at civil conversation by being a bastard, but what else is new. ]
Who's screaming and yapping, exactly? I might be a bitch, but I'll only accept that from cute girls, grazie mille. [ and he's neither. she could speculate that he's some common criminal up to no good from the sheer look of him, not to judge a book by its cover, so surely nobody will care if he goes missing right?
or if he's crushed underwheel to mashed plant pulp, right??? she does flinch a little when that vine hits with force enough to crush a part of the hood in, but... you know what, that's fine with her. she might be weaponsless in this, wherever this is, but she is in the driver's seat of a massive hummer right now. and vehicles are some of her favorite weapons. ]
Ehi, stronzo. You're the one who broke the window of my new ride so rudely and now you've damaged her even more! [ a pat to the car, as if in sympathy. ] I'm going to give you until three to kiss her wheels in forgiveness before she gives you a sweet little love tap in return. One, two--
[ but even before three her foot goes on the gas. just one little crash into the plant man! just a little crash, just to teach him a lesson. well it depends if he panics or runs or slips or something and gets something vital crushed under the wheels. ]
Haaah? You think any slut worth their coin would get a tease outta a freak like you?? Here I thought I was dreamin', but you're delusional!
[He's only JUST met Lappland, knows nothing about her, but immediately decides fuck this--dog? Person? He's truly not sure! Regardless of attractiveness, he can't help trade an insult for insult. He sticks out his tongue, raising that vine in the air again.]
You must be off yer rocker if you think I'm gettin' on my knees to kiss some hunk of meta--[Oops, he doesn't finish that retort.
He's not expecting something so big to be so fast, so when she hits the gas, she gets a direct fucking hit to his torso, sending him flying into one of those parking lot pillars. It cracks some, and honestly he would have been thrown even further if his vine hadn't got caught in the hummer's wheels. They may be squealing as they get all tied up, but either way, give Chobe....just a moment. There may be a lot of blood on the concrete, but it's fine. It's tooootally fine.]
[ why is she a slut now?!?? just because she's in a sheer nightgown just like him??? if that's the logic then they can be sluts together!
or rather, she'd like to be queen slut thanks, and one pressing the pedal to the metal. ] Whoopsie, seems my foot slipped! [ this, while cackling out an entirely sane and not-serial-killery laugh. what can she say if sitting behind the wheel of a massive and unconventional vehicle doesn't give her the greatest high and perhaps some subliminal or more-than-subtle impulse to just smash it into something? she's not that far gone as to run over civilians and passerby, but--
this guy attacked her vehicle! she didn't even do anything at all. clearly he's dangerous and unhinged and she should incapacitate him for the good of... whoever else might be in this garage. absolutely.
anyway here comes the hummer in readiness to... maybe she'll try to wrench back her homocidality just enough to direct a course to run over his legs. yeah. that's nonfatal and everything. she's so sane and merciful. ]
[Let's all take slutty ibuprofen together!! No, really, he might at the very least need some painkillers after this--!
Chobe's limp body begins to stir slightly. Fuck. It's been a long damn time since he's been hit that hard that fast. He tries moving one arm, unsuccessfully as it's tangled in his vines and the car's wheel. His one good eye feels blurred. Is he bleeding from somewhere? He uses his other arm to bring a hand to head. Ah! A head wound! Damn, that takes him back.
He's about to try sitting up when he feels the vibrations of the wheels turning on his vines. He grimaces, ripping their roots out so his arm isn't torn off in the process, but perhaps he should have tried moving literally anywhere else first, his legs splayed out and unprotected. And for a car as large as this, it easily snaps and crushes his bones, even if she wasn't going at top speed. If he wasn't fully conscious before, Chobe certainly is now. He lets out a guttural scream as the tires flatten his legs, one grinding enough to tear flesh away, meat and ichor sticking to the turning wheel as its mangled.
WELL. Now he absolutely has to kill this fucking metal box!!!
His legs aren't healing immediately--it's been a while since they've needed to, but Chobe isn't going to wait for that. His arms go dark as bark and claws emerge, and he begins digging into the grill of the vehicle, clawing his way up like a horrible bloody cockroach. One leg gets left behind in the process, but it won't be a problem for long. Finally he manages to haul himself up on to the hood, and a sharp vine immediately stabs at the windshield. LET HIM IN, LAPPLAND!!]
Hahhahahahah, is this how ya treat everyone ya meet?? If yer foot's the problem, how about I tear that off for ya!
You might just be receiving a Lappland special treatment, patata. And if you want to get your filthy paws on womens' feet so badly let me give you a tip, the ladies prefer a little more delicacy than that!
[ ah, she loves the smell of heavy body wounds and the sound of crunching bone in the morning. if this even counts as morning. but she has the acute senses of wolves and her ears cock happily in his direction as she lowers her window down fully so 1) he can admire the sound of her metal theme song still blasting from the speakers and 2) she can lean out a little more and admire the sight of car-smashed plant.
all things considered she didn't have the ramp-up to really fatally run him over and as grievous and sociopathic as this shit is, it's still totally nonlethal! he can totally walk it off, whether one leg is gone or not! and she can see his limb transforming... interesting, this guy sure has something up his sleeve, even while crawling at her car like a zombie in some horror movie.
hm, well. she doesn't have a weapon, but she could still... let's say, maybe smash him straight into some pillar or into a wall of the garage.
she revs in readiness to do just that, while her free hand goes to snatch a shard of splintered glass from the window he'd busted. it's not a sword or anything, but at least it's a cutting edge. ]
[That's his take away from this quip, unfortunately. He'll figure out a brand new hatred for her dialect in the future, probably. He doesn't let up the assault, repeatedly messily stabbing at the window until it begins to shatter, visualizing severing her smug fluffy head.
At least til that music blares out, and Chobe has to reposition his grip from the vibration of it all. He can grasp the concept of a limo but what the FUCK is this??? Probably in any other context he could learn to appreciate it (he'd likely love the metal genre that would be his JAM), but right now this is an assault on his senses, fuck.
But what's even more of an assault is Lappland putting the pedal to the medal and gunning at him again. He digs his claws into the hood to avoid slipping off, only to have his body pinned quite literally between a rock and a hard place. His body squelches as his torso is crushed and he involuntary vomits up what little was in his insides. So much has happened in such a short time, and as he spits up the last of his stomach juices, he lets out a growl as his arm extends, trying to piece her through the windshield.]
[ well yes, she did. ] You're all scarred and gnarled like an ugly root vegetable, and maybe I could make mashed potatoes out of y-- [ oh, well. there's her windshield totally cracking under his... limbs. what is going on with those, he must have some transformative arts or even restorative or he's just some tough-to-kill bastard because a lesser man should be passing out from the pain or just lying down and begging for forgiveness and mercy.
but here he is throwing up all over her joyride.
unforgivable. ]
I'm going to make you regret that--! [ a threat she could still casually laugh almost in sing-song; clearly the sane thing to do is bail, but she's going to try to trust in this thing's windshield to 1) not shatter into pieces to cut her under this viney assault and 2) if it does, let it happen after she...
slams her foot on the pedal and drives this thing aiming to crash him full-force into a load-bearing pillar.
it's going to hurt for the both of them but hopefully a lot more so for one of them as she flings the door open to jump out. well she'd scanned around this place for an exit and this place might as well be a maze in how she couldn't locate one. that's fine. she doesn't mind trying to bring a section of it down to brute force a way out. ]
Well. More like crash. If he were not in such a precarious position right now, he could respect the play. High risk high reward, take out your opponent by any means necessary, including but not limited to giving yourself whiplash and utterly wrecking your swanky new ride. That's some top tier commitment there, he might even give her a bow.
By which i mean his torso is crushed so throroughly it knocks the wind, and whatever other juices he kept down, right out of him. His vines cease their attack as what remains of his upper half goes limp on the hood. There's a wet splat under the car as his crushed lower half gives in and disconnects, sliding down the pillar and on to the cold asphalt to join his other leg. A pool of blood, organs, and black ichor seep from beneath the hummer, the scent of copper mixing with the engine's now busted radiator as it leaks out.
Well, the deed is done, she's taken this guy out. She's free to explore the lot or simply hijack another limo. Who's going to stop her? The cops??? Good fucking luck.
But before she can get too far away, her ears may pick up the faint crackles of a dried up vine slinking at her on the concrete, like a misplaced viper. It's followed by the sound of creaking metal, and should she look over, something is forcing back the hummer juuuust enough to give Chobe's body some breathing room. She may get an eyeful of his mutilated corpse sprouting all sorts of twisting, rotting vines and roots, blinding whipping about to drag organs back into flesh, stitching limbs together, snapping bones back into place. Chobe's good eye opens wide as his torso's reattached proper, staring daggers at the wolf as that stray vine he sent toward her curls into the air and strikes. She can avoid it of course, but if she's not fast enough, he's gonna try to send her off with at least one new hole.]
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Or at least he would, before she opens his mouth and honks that horn. He's immediately bristling all over like a stray cat and reflexively whips a vine forward, smacking at the hood of the limo, likely with just enough force to dent it.]
Stop screamin' and yappin' gibberish, or next that'll be yer head, bitch!
[He also still has no idea what Italian is.]
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Who's screaming and yapping, exactly? I might be a bitch, but I'll only accept that from cute girls, grazie mille. [ and he's neither. she could speculate that he's some common criminal up to no good from the sheer look of him, not to judge a book by its cover, so surely nobody will care if he goes missing right?
or if he's crushed underwheel to mashed plant pulp, right??? she does flinch a little when that vine hits with force enough to crush a part of the hood in, but... you know what, that's fine with her. she might be weaponsless in this, wherever this is, but she is in the driver's seat of a massive hummer right now. and vehicles are some of her favorite weapons. ]
Ehi, stronzo. You're the one who broke the window of my new ride so rudely and now you've damaged her even more! [ a pat to the car, as if in sympathy. ] I'm going to give you until three to kiss her wheels in forgiveness before she gives you a sweet little love tap in return. One, two--
[ but even before three her foot goes on the gas. just one little crash into the plant man! just a little crash, just to teach him a lesson. well it depends if he panics or runs or slips or something and gets something vital crushed under the wheels. ]
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[He's only JUST met Lappland, knows nothing about her, but immediately decides fuck this--dog? Person? He's truly not sure! Regardless of attractiveness, he can't help trade an insult for insult. He sticks out his tongue, raising that vine in the air again.]
You must be off yer rocker if you think I'm gettin' on my knees to kiss some hunk of meta--[Oops, he doesn't finish that retort.
He's not expecting something so big to be so fast, so when she hits the gas, she gets a direct fucking hit to his torso, sending him flying into one of those parking lot pillars. It cracks some, and honestly he would have been thrown even further if his vine hadn't got caught in the hummer's wheels. They may be squealing as they get all tied up, but either way, give Chobe....just a moment. There may be a lot of blood on the concrete, but it's fine. It's tooootally fine.]
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or rather, she'd like to be queen slut thanks, and one pressing the pedal to the metal. ] Whoopsie, seems my foot slipped! [ this, while cackling out an entirely sane and not-serial-killery laugh. what can she say if sitting behind the wheel of a massive and unconventional vehicle doesn't give her the greatest high and perhaps some subliminal or more-than-subtle impulse to just smash it into something? she's not that far gone as to run over civilians and passerby, but--
this guy attacked her vehicle! she didn't even do anything at all. clearly he's dangerous and unhinged and she should incapacitate him for the good of... whoever else might be in this garage. absolutely.
anyway here comes the hummer in readiness to... maybe she'll try to wrench back her homocidality just enough to direct a course to run over his legs. yeah. that's nonfatal and everything. she's so sane and merciful. ]
CW: gore/bone breaking aw shit here they go again
Chobe's limp body begins to stir slightly. Fuck. It's been a long damn time since he's been hit that hard that fast. He tries moving one arm, unsuccessfully as it's tangled in his vines and the car's wheel. His one good eye feels blurred. Is he bleeding from somewhere? He uses his other arm to bring a hand to head. Ah! A head wound! Damn, that takes him back.
He's about to try sitting up when he feels the vibrations of the wheels turning on his vines. He grimaces, ripping their roots out so his arm isn't torn off in the process, but perhaps he should have tried moving literally anywhere else first, his legs splayed out and unprotected. And for a car as large as this, it easily snaps and crushes his bones, even if she wasn't going at top speed. If he wasn't fully conscious before, Chobe certainly is now. He lets out a guttural scream as the tires flatten his legs, one grinding enough to tear flesh away, meat and ichor sticking to the turning wheel as its mangled.
WELL. Now he absolutely has to kill this fucking metal box!!!
His legs aren't healing immediately--it's been a while since they've needed to, but Chobe isn't going to wait for that. His arms go dark as bark and claws emerge, and he begins digging into the grill of the vehicle, clawing his way up like a horrible bloody cockroach. One leg gets left behind in the process, but it won't be a problem for long. Finally he manages to haul himself up on to the hood, and a sharp vine immediately stabs at the windshield. LET HIM IN, LAPPLAND!!]
Hahhahahahah, is this how ya treat everyone ya meet?? If yer foot's the problem, how about I tear that off for ya!
delicious
[ ah, she loves the smell of heavy body wounds and the sound of crunching bone in the morning. if this even counts as morning. but she has the acute senses of wolves and her ears cock happily in his direction as she lowers her window down fully so 1) he can admire the sound of her metal theme song still blasting from the speakers and 2) she can lean out a little more and admire the sight of car-smashed plant.
all things considered she didn't have the ramp-up to really fatally run him over and as grievous and sociopathic as this shit is, it's still totally nonlethal! he can totally walk it off, whether one leg is gone or not! and she can see his limb transforming... interesting, this guy sure has something up his sleeve, even while crawling at her car like a zombie in some horror movie.
hm, well. she doesn't have a weapon, but she could still... let's say, maybe smash him straight into some pillar or into a wall of the garage.
she revs in readiness to do just that, while her free hand goes to snatch a shard of splintered glass from the window he'd busted. it's not a sword or anything, but at least it's a cutting edge. ]
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[That's his take away from this quip, unfortunately. He'll figure out a brand new hatred for her dialect in the future, probably. He doesn't let up the assault, repeatedly messily stabbing at the window until it begins to shatter, visualizing severing her smug fluffy head.
At least til that music blares out, and Chobe has to reposition his grip from the vibration of it all. He can grasp the concept of a limo but what the FUCK is this??? Probably in any other context he could learn to appreciate it (he'd likely love the metal genre that would be his JAM), but right now this is an assault on his senses, fuck.
But what's even more of an assault is Lappland putting the pedal to the medal and gunning at him again. He digs his claws into the hood to avoid slipping off, only to have his body pinned quite literally between a rock and a hard place. His body squelches as his torso is crushed and he involuntary vomits up what little was in his insides. So much has happened in such a short time, and as he spits up the last of his stomach juices, he lets out a growl as his arm extends, trying to piece her through the windshield.]
BiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIITICH!!
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but here he is throwing up all over her joyride.
unforgivable. ]
I'm going to make you regret that--! [ a threat she could still casually laugh almost in sing-song; clearly the sane thing to do is bail, but she's going to try to trust in this thing's windshield to 1) not shatter into pieces to cut her under this viney assault and 2) if it does, let it happen after she...
slams her foot on the pedal and drives this thing aiming to crash him full-force into a load-bearing pillar.
it's going to hurt for the both of them but hopefully a lot more so for one of them as she flings the door open to jump out. well she'd scanned around this place for an exit and this place might as well be a maze in how she couldn't locate one. that's fine. she doesn't mind trying to bring a section of it down to brute force a way out. ]
cw more gore remember to buckle up kids
Well. More like crash. If he were not in such a precarious position right now, he could respect the play. High risk high reward, take out your opponent by any means necessary, including but not limited to giving yourself whiplash and utterly wrecking your swanky new ride. That's some top tier commitment there, he might even give her a bow.
By which i mean his torso is crushed so throroughly it knocks the wind, and whatever other juices he kept down, right out of him. His vines cease their attack as what remains of his upper half goes limp on the hood. There's a wet splat under the car as his crushed lower half gives in and disconnects, sliding down the pillar and on to the cold asphalt to join his other leg. A pool of blood, organs, and black ichor seep from beneath the hummer, the scent of copper mixing with the engine's now busted radiator as it leaks out.
Well, the deed is done, she's taken this guy out. She's free to explore the lot or simply hijack another limo. Who's going to stop her? The cops??? Good fucking luck.
But before she can get too far away, her ears may pick up the faint crackles of a dried up vine slinking at her on the concrete, like a misplaced viper. It's followed by the sound of creaking metal, and should she look over, something is forcing back the hummer juuuust enough to give Chobe's body some breathing room. She may get an eyeful of his mutilated corpse sprouting all sorts of twisting, rotting vines and roots, blinding whipping about to drag organs back into flesh, stitching limbs together, snapping bones back into place. Chobe's good eye opens wide as his torso's reattached proper, staring daggers at the wolf as that stray vine he sent toward her curls into the air and strikes. She can avoid it of course, but if she's not fast enough, he's gonna try to send her off with at least one new hole.]