03-11-2009, 03:53 AM
Ashe was amazed. The other girl had seemed human this entire time, but to use her abilities in this way was unnatural even in a world where people could explode bolts of magical energy from their fingertips. She kneeled down, not wanting to have her head to the ground but also preferring to keep it attached to her neck. Rose was coiled up tightly, like a viper ready to strike, and seemed unable to tighten any further.
“UZUMAKI WHIRLPOOL!”
Somehow, she had managed to flow oxygen through her gelatinous body with absolutely no complications. There wasn’t even a strangled sound to her voice. It was as if she were standing at the top of a mountain and bellowing into the distance, as clear as the rains. Uzumaki?
Her arms spiraled out wildly, flaying the onslaught of goblins as if she were a living cat ‘o nine tails, beating and pummeling the creatures until they were either thrown back in every direction to smash into the walls or knocked senseless on the ground itself. As her unnatural body structure finally tightened back into what Ashe perceived as normality, although she was beginning to question time itself at this moment, and then she fell to the ground, panting heavily before slowing her breathing to nearly nonexistent.
“Rose!” Ashe cried out, throwing herself forward and rolling the other girl over. Uzumaki kneeled down and checked on her as well. Surprisingly.
Finally, after scanning her like a machine storing data, she looked at Ashe. “Still alive,” she confirmed. For now. “What the hell was that she did, I wonder?” she inquired to no one in particular. The other pink haired girl suddenly coughed, bringing both of their attentions to her. “Help me hold her up to release some pressure on her lungs,” Uzumaki instructed her.
Rose seemed to roll her head around limply for a moment as they sat her straight before coughing again and attempting to peer around the two. “Did I… rock their world?” she asked, giving a laugh that changed to another spasm halfway.
The darker haired girl looked up before she received her answer and leaped to her feet, running off from the pair. Ashe’s eyes went wild as she tried to figure out what was going on, until she saw the growing force in the distance of new goblins and nightmares climbing over the bodies of the fallen. Their cackling had begun again in echoes, leaving the girl to shake uncontrollably. “Yeah, Rose…” she whispered, looking back for the raven haired samurai.
At that moment, the warrior appeared back at their side, hoisting Rose brutally over her shoulder and stumbling awkwardly towards another sewer entrance. “Wait a second, you have to be kidding,” Ashe began, looking back at the creatures making their way towards her. “No… No! They were coming out of the sewer earlier as well, I mean- I… For all we know, that could be their hive or nest or home or something!” she sputtered.
Uzumaki ignored her, lowering the other girl slowly down the drainpipe and locking her arm around the ladder. “You can either help her down this ladder or you can let her fall. The choice is yours. I’m not going to wait around in a situation that is obviously not getting any better up here.” Ashe stood over the sewer in hesitation before the battle hardened mistress’s arm thrust out to grab Ashe by the front of her jacket. “Move it!” she growled, nearly throwing the girl down the hole next to Rose.
Immediately the lid covered the hole and the world was bathed in darkness.
They were now lost in Hell. “Ashe?” a pained voice echoed next to her in the darkness. She tried to calm her breathing enough to help the weakened girl slowly descend into the abyss. “Where are we?” she heard.
Ashe felt her feet touch the ground, allowing her to brace herself enough to hold the girl up against her shoulder and help her to her feet. “I need you to try to at least hold up enough of your weight to let me carry you down this tunnel,” she instructed her.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
Ashe laughed a bit despite the situation. If anything, the other girl had a good sense of humor about it. “You said Uzumaki when you did that attack… Are you… related to that woman up there?” she asked, hoping that if she kept the girl talking so that she would know she was conscious.
“Not really. Not that I know of anyway.”
“Pretty weird coincidence, I guess. What about that other woman named Rose? Her?”
“Just some bitch running around with my name.”
Ashe smiled grimly, stumbling around a corner and gazing down with her newly adjusted eyes before continuing in the direction. “I guess you’re right. I just don’t know what to think now. I mean, just yesterday I was pissed off that a concert had been canceled and ended up drinking with some friends instead.”
“That sounds… fun,” Rose responded weakly. Ashe wasn’t sure why she hesitated, but made no real note of it.
“Ugh… Uzumaki… She should be here soon, I think,” she reassured the girl, looking back the direction they had come. So far, she heard nothing of the hellish laughter from before. And she was sure that it would echo something demonic.
“Yeah, except he’s obviously a guy,” the other girl corrected her.
Ashe’s brow furrowed a bit at her. “Bull. She reeks too much of PMS to be a guy. And do you really think a guy would have such a high pitched voice unless they were some thirteen year old with a cracking voice?”
The other girl just weakly laughed. “I… guess… I don’t think that explains why she’s running around dressed like a dude, even with that cosplay outfit she’s wearing.”
“You’ve obviously never been around a group of butch lesbians at a rock concert then. Least she doesn’t have a mullet,” she muttered.
“A mullet?”
“UZUMAKI WHIRLPOOL!”
Somehow, she had managed to flow oxygen through her gelatinous body with absolutely no complications. There wasn’t even a strangled sound to her voice. It was as if she were standing at the top of a mountain and bellowing into the distance, as clear as the rains. Uzumaki?
Her arms spiraled out wildly, flaying the onslaught of goblins as if she were a living cat ‘o nine tails, beating and pummeling the creatures until they were either thrown back in every direction to smash into the walls or knocked senseless on the ground itself. As her unnatural body structure finally tightened back into what Ashe perceived as normality, although she was beginning to question time itself at this moment, and then she fell to the ground, panting heavily before slowing her breathing to nearly nonexistent.
“Rose!” Ashe cried out, throwing herself forward and rolling the other girl over. Uzumaki kneeled down and checked on her as well. Surprisingly.
Finally, after scanning her like a machine storing data, she looked at Ashe. “Still alive,” she confirmed. For now. “What the hell was that she did, I wonder?” she inquired to no one in particular. The other pink haired girl suddenly coughed, bringing both of their attentions to her. “Help me hold her up to release some pressure on her lungs,” Uzumaki instructed her.
Rose seemed to roll her head around limply for a moment as they sat her straight before coughing again and attempting to peer around the two. “Did I… rock their world?” she asked, giving a laugh that changed to another spasm halfway.
The darker haired girl looked up before she received her answer and leaped to her feet, running off from the pair. Ashe’s eyes went wild as she tried to figure out what was going on, until she saw the growing force in the distance of new goblins and nightmares climbing over the bodies of the fallen. Their cackling had begun again in echoes, leaving the girl to shake uncontrollably. “Yeah, Rose…” she whispered, looking back for the raven haired samurai.
At that moment, the warrior appeared back at their side, hoisting Rose brutally over her shoulder and stumbling awkwardly towards another sewer entrance. “Wait a second, you have to be kidding,” Ashe began, looking back at the creatures making their way towards her. “No… No! They were coming out of the sewer earlier as well, I mean- I… For all we know, that could be their hive or nest or home or something!” she sputtered.
Uzumaki ignored her, lowering the other girl slowly down the drainpipe and locking her arm around the ladder. “You can either help her down this ladder or you can let her fall. The choice is yours. I’m not going to wait around in a situation that is obviously not getting any better up here.” Ashe stood over the sewer in hesitation before the battle hardened mistress’s arm thrust out to grab Ashe by the front of her jacket. “Move it!” she growled, nearly throwing the girl down the hole next to Rose.
Immediately the lid covered the hole and the world was bathed in darkness.
They were now lost in Hell. “Ashe?” a pained voice echoed next to her in the darkness. She tried to calm her breathing enough to help the weakened girl slowly descend into the abyss. “Where are we?” she heard.
Ashe felt her feet touch the ground, allowing her to brace herself enough to hold the girl up against her shoulder and help her to her feet. “I need you to try to at least hold up enough of your weight to let me carry you down this tunnel,” she instructed her.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
Ashe laughed a bit despite the situation. If anything, the other girl had a good sense of humor about it. “You said Uzumaki when you did that attack… Are you… related to that woman up there?” she asked, hoping that if she kept the girl talking so that she would know she was conscious.
“Not really. Not that I know of anyway.”
“Pretty weird coincidence, I guess. What about that other woman named Rose? Her?”
“Just some bitch running around with my name.”
Ashe smiled grimly, stumbling around a corner and gazing down with her newly adjusted eyes before continuing in the direction. “I guess you’re right. I just don’t know what to think now. I mean, just yesterday I was pissed off that a concert had been canceled and ended up drinking with some friends instead.”
“That sounds… fun,” Rose responded weakly. Ashe wasn’t sure why she hesitated, but made no real note of it.
“Ugh… Uzumaki… She should be here soon, I think,” she reassured the girl, looking back the direction they had come. So far, she heard nothing of the hellish laughter from before. And she was sure that it would echo something demonic.
“Yeah, except he’s obviously a guy,” the other girl corrected her.
Ashe’s brow furrowed a bit at her. “Bull. She reeks too much of PMS to be a guy. And do you really think a guy would have such a high pitched voice unless they were some thirteen year old with a cracking voice?”
The other girl just weakly laughed. “I… guess… I don’t think that explains why she’s running around dressed like a dude, even with that cosplay outfit she’s wearing.”
“You’ve obviously never been around a group of butch lesbians at a rock concert then. Least she doesn’t have a mullet,” she muttered.
“A mullet?”
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