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Post by Croupier on May 11, 2022 15:18:44 GMT -8
The metal man was a sight for sore eyes. If Croupier had any more fluid to give, he would have cried. But right now he was focused on staying alive.
Staying alive and killing this fucking doppleganger who seemed to have him one-up at every turn.
"Grab that fucker and don't let him leave." Croupier's eyes never left his double. His voice was cold and hard. "Get that knife away from him if you can, but be careful!"
So few people were left in the room, but Croupier needed to catch his second wind. He needed a snack. Stepping back from the bar, Croupier grabbed hold of a customer who was making a break for the door and pulled him in close. "Sorry." Croupier offered for cold comfort as his fingers dug deep into the man's shoulders and held him fast. The golden gossamer that crackled along Croupier's skin as he took in a deep inhale. For a moment, the man tried to resist, but cracks of red light blossomed along his own skin, breaking the facade of reality. Twisting patterns that mimicked the appearance of Croupier's own came alive and pulsed with intensity as the leechfinger fed on what essence he could.
The light subsided on the victim as Croupier brought him down to the dance floor. Croupier's own gossamer, however, had returned to a bright and vibrant hue. It felt good to not be dying.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 11, 2022 16:37:45 GMT -8
Moving with the grace and speed of the trained Fairest, and the explosive violence of a caged animal, Daniel dropped low to flow from the bar patron's grip and launched forward. His blade held in front of him as he sailed into Croupier draining the confused mortal, planting it in his abdomen as he shoved his weight away from his food. Contact was electric as much as it was painful as perspective bent, and Croupier thought he was looking at himself through Dan's eyes, their emotions clashing together like waves hitting the sea wall.
Dan stumbled back a step, blinking and gasping in confusion, but still shakily holding the knife as he stared dumbly at what he had accomplished.
"L-leave me alone. I've never fucking done anything to you."
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Post by Bosko on May 11, 2022 17:05:30 GMT -8
ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit
...Was a good summary of what just occurred. Bosko moved to his friend, holding him close, intent on going with emergency plan B: If not going through the hedge, the Bathroom would at least be more defensible. He put himself in the way of the double, between the two. If the man did ANYTHING harmful towards his friend... he was going to regret it.
Along with the entire club, probably. Depending on what happened to croupier. The internal machine had started to churn to life, his maw slowly shifting. A familiar feeling with every heartbeat.
Hunger.
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Post by Croupier on May 13, 2022 13:26:01 GMT -8
Croupier could taste iron foaming in his mouth. His vision ebbed with the encroaching darkness, and he swore as his double attacked him. Tonight had been a bad night. If he hadn't known better, Croupier would have thought the bastard was playing with him.
And maybe he was.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 13, 2022 13:27:58 GMT -8
Daniel watched the grey with the tacked on jaw circle in behind the void-eyed marble man carved to look like him. Heat radiated from the thing's mouth as it barked at his bleeding hunter, then proceeded to reach and paw and slide into the small space Daniel had provided in his shock.
Hesitation had gotten people killed tonight.
This thing had been herding him — waiting outside to make sure they would catch him. Dan bulked, inhaling sharply as he understood the minion dynamic and how this one ultimately meant him harm as well. It was also in the way of his exit.
Fuck standing around with his dick in his hand. The knife swiped across his body, blooming more blood.
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Post by Bosko on May 13, 2022 15:24:34 GMT -8
Well, the Double made their choice. Much as any of them had. Nothing for it, but to commit.
Bosko didn't flinch, didn't miss a beat. Heavy metal hands reached out and GRABBED the man, and as he did the familiar feelings rushed out more. He appeared to grow in stature, becoming a much more imposing giant. His maw did not emit any coherent message, just raw hunger for the destruction of the man in his grasp. Like a wood chipper waiting for another log. The machine was intent to not let this double go any further.
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Post by Krakenbox on May 13, 2022 16:13:29 GMT -8
The man who had tried to prevent the attack watched as the ginger seemed to bulge with an added layer of muscle and weight, blinking before directing his attention to the twin bleeding out on the floor.
"Help!" he shouted, "He's dying!"
Now that someone else was handling the knife, he skied to close the gap, pressing his hand to restore the pressure on the throat as he grimaced at the blood pooling from the abdomen.
As soon as the machine screeched something inhuman except the raw promise of oblivion, Daniel lost his nerve.
With a weak, unsure laugh he melted from the hold, backpedaling and bolting for the employee exit with people giving him a wide berth. Cops were coming.
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Post by Bosko on May 14, 2022 8:40:25 GMT -8
No.
Bosko wasn't going to let him leave, after that. A choice had been made, and the double was going to die with it. Bosko knew jack all about medical know-how, and was liable to make things worse if he tried.
Instead, he charged at the double and attempted to grapple again, grabbing the double and continuing his hold. Now what to do? Well, the double couldn't be allowed to get captured- that would make things even more confusing. And Bosko couldn't let them escape after this. It may not have been the double's choice to come into this world, or the double that sparked what happened tonight. But something had to be done, in Bosko's eyes.
If the double escaped, there would be two Croupiers running around. This wasn't the best idea- but in this scenario, Bosko saw very few good ones. They would suspect Bosko, most likely. And his truck was here, which was the worst part. He'd have to go under for some time, play the Winter for a spell. But with luck, the double would be gone- a mess that wouldn't come back to haunt them.
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Post by The Wyrd on May 14, 2022 21:38:52 GMT -8
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