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Don't wait for a knight in shining armor (Open)

Who: Samantha Grey, Eve Samson, Matsuri Kudo, ???, any would-be rescuers and you
What: Someone's gone nuts again.
When: Day 142
Where: Around town
Rating: PG-13. If a side-scene goes Mature, I'll make a note of it.

Samantha lurked in the shadows of the city, dressed normally and grinning in a way that wasn't healthy for anybody involved. the demon licked her lips and sighed. She was reasonably certain that she had just missed Eve visiting by a few minutes, and there would be others around the city trying to verify that she was alright and not insane today. But, it didn't hurt that she knew exactly what she had told all of them.

Besides, all of those fools were still jumpy after the shadows incidents. That gave her the most delicious of ideas. It was time to find out just how smart these people were, not to mention how capable the natives were of defending themselves. The faceless had to be good for something.

(OOC: There's two planned scenes in this log. If you would like to help 'rescue' either of the maidens in distress, please contact

expy or

lookingfordragon. ???, feel free to pop in whereever or handwave his involvement however you please, since we've discussed things already. Samantha will be maintaining her distance from the event, so finding her personally will be difficult at best, since she will break it off if anyone tries and play innocent in the crowds. A final confrontation is more likely in the evening.

If you would like to simply run into a crazed Sam or another of her 'minions' after she's taken a little breather, drop me a line and feel free to post. She's being sneaky at the moment, but I'm sure we can figure something out.)

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There was one person, among all the others, that she was reasonably certain would be more likely to catch on. It was getting pretty obvious since the dates were both the New Moon. So, there was no reason not to assume Eve was probably going to be lurking about somewhere, checking up on her.

They really did need to have some fun. She kept out of sight as she watched her home from a window in a nearby building. Eve was bound to be by at some point, and she could send her a playmate...

Eve had, surely enough, taken note of the day. She had been maintaining a calendar for several reasons (mostly to make sure she didn't miss an important date), and with having taken the liberty of marking what she believed to be the closest thing to an accurate lunar cycle in Asgard, today hadn't escaped her. Of course, if her theory was correct, she wasn't about to go in and personally test it. For one, that would be incredibly stupid--not to mention reckless. If the hypothesis is correct, that she was nearly certain that she would find out one way or another. She had, after all, dubbed her Hamlet for a reason.

Exercising a certain amount of caution, she goes on about her day in the usual way for the most part. Remembering last time, she makes a point to check in on the network periodically, in case another nasty post were to pop up. On her way to work, having made sure to take a route that would pass by Samantha's house, she pauses across from it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, as far as she could see.

But that could mean a lot of things.

Indeed, it could have meant several things. Samantha had gone out of her way to make sure that the entrance to her apartment was as locked up and guarded as ever. She didn't want things to seem out of the ordinary until at least this evening. The number of watchers she was aware of was infuriating.

But, when she saw the girl coming by through the window, she just smiled. There was a faceless person in the street not that far away. They carried no distinguishing marks whatsoever, and with that lack came a nearly complete lack of will to stop her from doing what she did next.

She reached out and exerted her own will, taking over the stranger's body and sliding down to take a seat, out of sight. She closed her eyes, seeing through her victim's. Moving as stealthy as possible, she tried to catch Eve off guard with a grab for one of her arms. After all, she had an idea of a point that would be beyond uncomfortable for her to grab. That might catch the girl off guard...

And she never played fair.

This being a frequently traveled road due to its location in a residential area, Eve would have been hard pressed to think of anything she could have felt as anything other than a native or traveler passing by. Surely enough, when she does so much as to feel the brush of someone's fingers on her arm (a move that couldn't be accidental no matter what, especially when she hadn't felt this person approach), she's startled enough for her body to more or less proceed to move on its own.

Driven by instinct, she quickly elbows her assailant in the gut, stomps on their foot, and then flips them over onto the floor in a rather impressive maneuver. It was a mix of standard defense tips (particalarly, the kind given to women in case they should be assaulted) and reflexes she had picked up on during the past few months of her life, but she still couldn't help but to stare blankly when she realizes how immediate her reaction was. After a moment of staring, when she realizes what she's looking at, she purses her lips. This was a native, obviously, but that helped explain nothing regarding why they had tried to grab her arm. As far as she knew, natives this underdeveloped shouldn't be able to have maliciousness in them period.

Something was off here.

Samantha could vaguely feel the sensations coming out of the person and smiled. She started to crawl through the building that she was lurking inside of, staying out of the view of the window. Seeing through her own eyes and theirs was not an easy thing, but she could still move slowly. On the upside, she knew that she could get almost a full football field away, into another building, before her powers started to fade.

And while she did that, she made the man... woman... whatever's face seem to contort into the best impression of one of the taken she could remember. It couldn't scream, but it tried to muscle through the pain of being taken to the ground to wrestle with Eve, knee punching and arms reaching for her throat to wrap around the slender flesh.

For all that she didn't have powers, Eve was rather strong. However, Samantha was still enjoying the distant sensations that seemed to come through the person's body back to her, something to remember for the future. Could she enjoy the perceptions of more than one if she ever commanded them? Oh the decadence...

The native punches and claws at her as they wrestle her down, giving her scratches and marks that would have promised to become a problem the next day, but are easily taken care of by her now heightened regenerative abilities. Just as quickly as they appeared, they're gone, leaving her ready to keep going without much of a hitch. She grunts at the effort of keeping the native's hands away from her throat, narrowing her eyes in frustration as she tries to make sense of the situation. They were decidedly behaving like one of the Taken, but--it was all wrong. There was no darkness, and they were out in the broad daylight. By all means, a Taken at this moment of time would be downright impossible.

But it certainly didn't make them less of a threat.

She digs her nails into their wrist, grinding her teeth together as she tries to place herself into a better position, and then allowing her knee to slam into their stomach. It was one of the points that had been emphasized to her by her whatever he was, and one she certainly would take full advantage of. Another one was going straight for their senses. In other words--their eyes and ears. She didn't have the momentum or the faculties to make use of the latter, but she would certainly try to make use of the former, trying to press one of her thumbs into their left eye.

Samantha practically panted as she felt the sensations in 'her' gut and eye. Eve fought dirty, dirty in a way that she understood perfectly well. The faceless creature wrenched its head to keep from losing the eye barely, its struggles starting to weaken from the blow to its stomach as it coughed raggedly. The demoness, meanwhile, was struggling with the arousal of knowing how desperately Eve could and would fight, added to the knowledge that her regeneration had clearly improved.

Pinned as it was, it couldn't head but her and had one of its hands gripped while her other was fighting with gouging out an eye. It reared back its remaining fist and started to aim blow after blow at her stomach to try and gain some momentum. Samantha knew it wouldn't be enough, not with her regeneration, but that didn't matter. She wanted it to feel as 'real' as possible, to make Eve feel like she was threatened, even though the strain of the fight was taking its toll.

She could last only a few more blows before needing to cut off the attack.

Well, that had been ... less enjoyable than she'd expected. There'd been some fun, but she wasn't nearly pleased enough. She wanted another playmate, and from the shadowed corners of Gefion Park, she could see a few picnickers seated about. They were the perfect sorts of people to cause a bit of chaos with.

Now, it was just a matter of finding her target.

She'd settled down now and learnt how to get around without getting lost.
Plus she'd found some apples as well. Now she needed to think about what to do next, having some form of income would be useful is Fujimaru or Shiyo showed up.

The area was pretty quiet she could think things though here.

Edited 2012-09-12 16:38 (UTC)

Samantha caught sight of Matsuri out of the corner of her eye and settled back onto a blanket. Her eyes turned towards one of the picnickers and she waggled a finger carefully so that it wouldn't be obvious to Matsuri what happened. As her will reached out to the lone gentleman, he paused in his motion, falling under the demon's sway.

She put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, looking for all the world like someone relaxed and enjoying the day, tail flopping lazily.

Through the poor man's eyes, she could see far more clearly. He walked over towards a nearby tree and tried to watch Matsuri surreptitiously from behind it, to give the demon a closer look through her senses. These semi-faceless souls didn't carry many individual marks, but they did have the advantage of being very weak willed...

This place was different to the Seiretei in so many ways, it was more like the human world...
Something felt off but she couldn't tell what. Maybe it was the gods or from not having her powers.

(OOC: Cheriour, if you happen to want to hop in and Matsuri doesn't mind, feel free at any time. We'll just keep going in the meantime.)

There was definitely something off about the situation. The man from behind the tree got out into full view. He rifled through his pockets, looking for something. He could feel a switchblade inside there and Samantha smiled off in the distance. He was resisting a little, but she was amused that he was the sort to have a weapon for self defense.

With halting, off-beat steps, the native started walking in Matsuri's general direction. The walk attempted to look casual, but there were halts and jerks, like the limbs weren't quite working right. It was a bit like watching a zombie film actually.

Matsuri could hear someone getting closer, were they going to her?
He doesn't look too good, he looked ill...

"Are you okay sir?"

He definitely didn't look right, somehow. He kept ambling towards her with a deranged look in his eyes. Coming almost within arm's reach, the man made a sudden, slavering lunge to try and grab hold of Matsuri. It wasn't particularly coordinated, nor was the man necessarily that strong to begin with, but there it was.

Without her old powers she was a lot slower but she managed to clumsily dodge the lunge.

"Sir?"

She slowly draws her sword just in case.

Through his eyes, she could see the sword starting to draw. He made a grab, wordlessly trying to get ahold of her sword arm and trying to keep her from drawing it fully. That could put an end to the fun already, after all. He looked confused as he attacked, frustrated and almost like he was sweating?

Something wasn't right.

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