WHEN: After Naoki's release form Eumenides
WHO: Yuuna, Sato, Lex
NSFW - gore warning
[11:13] Fujiwara Yuuna felt the peaty ground squelch and cling to her shoes as she ventured deeper into the forest, towards the suspicious shack that everyone avoided - all for different reasons. Most of her friends claimed that serial killers lived there, or that it was haunted by ghosts, or more.
She was pretty sure all of that was just superstition, but that didn't stop her friends from daring her to go investigate... Nor did it stop her from bringing her katana as she approached, looking mightily nervous.
[O-okay... Yuuna, you can do this... J-just right up to the house... Don't even have to go inside...] she murmurs to herself in her native Japanese. Her fingers brushed up against the hilt of the blade to reassure herself of its presence. She could do this, right? Fujiwara family. Last little branch family of the Fujikawa who once owned the dojo in this place. She wasn't too shabby at defending herself, right?
Step. Step. Squelch. Squelch.
One foot after the other, her breath hitching with every sudden noise in the woods around her. She wasn't sure why - the woods felt WRONG, somehow.
[11:23] Naoki Sato | There had not been much ceremony to his release. It was meant to be disorienting, meant perhaps to leave him in a state where he might commit another heinous act and force authorities to detain him again. But he had gone to the Wilds - despite all else that had been tampered with, part of him remembered well enough that they were not a place that people frequented. And that shack, of course, was a solid monument in his memory.
Sato sat atop the roof, the end of it farthest from Yuuna's approach. He was hitted by the angle and the building, for the moment... but he could smell fresh meat approaching and Roesler's meddling with his brain had him more reliant on those instincts than anything else. There was a dull thud as he slipped from the rooftop and into the soggy ground beneath that eave. Wet foosteps were audible as he rounded the corner, no Glamour, no words of warning. The maw that tore from each corner of his mouth didn't speak to her but those eyes in his abdomen were locked onto the girl as she approached the shack.
His blood moved quickly. It dripped from the wound in his abdomen and seemed to soak into the ground, drawing a circle around him with characters for Life and Body and Rise drawing themselves in blood.
[11:29] Fujiwara Yuuna let out a loud shriek as she saw... could she call that 'someone'? It was closer to a something, and her first thought was that this was some terrible, elaborate prank set up by her friends. Someone was in costume, trying to scare her, and had... Well, they'd succeeded.
Except... There was blood on the ground, and it was glowing, and his abdomen was open and there was an eye staring out of it...? And the blood was moving on its own...?!
[S-Stay back...!] shouted the girl as she tried to backpedal in the peat, her hands shaking as she fumbles for her sword, confronted with an alien and nigh-incomprehensible sight. Almost all of her training vanished in that moment, her breathing shallowing and almost failing to grip her sword properly until, at last, finally - she'd closed her fist around it, pulling it out and trying to put it between her and the monster in front of her.
She's so terrified she can't even begin to try and identify what Sato is, couldn't begin to try and remember her way through the folklores and myths that her friend in the Occult Club always regaled her with.
[I-I don't know wh-who or what you are, b-but stay back...!] the girl shouts, her arms, her knees, trembling. She tries to lock them, tries to take a deeper breath.
[11:35] Naoki Sato held no pity for the poor thing. He stopped his advance but the circle did not stop its drawing, completing the runic lines and Kanji characters until they seemed to burn into the ground itself. [Do you realize where you are?] he asked, their shared tongue sounding gritty and gutteral in his mauled throat. The eyes that ran over her were pale and cold, colder than the hands that began to claw out of the ground to grip at her ankles.
There were so many bodies buried in that ground... hidden bits and scraps, some of them his, some of them Hunter's, some of them... simply there from other monsters that used the place and the horrific things inside. But they'd been fed his blood and answered to him now, decomposed and rotten and foul, churning the soil to attempt to hold her in place.
[11:42] Fujiwara Yuuna yelped as she felt something cold, clammy, slimy wrap around her ankle, trying to pull her foot away and escape from its grasp. But they're everywhere, bits of meat and bone from other unfortunate victims of the monstrous spectre before her. Her mouth is dry, and she's trying to drag breath into her lungs as her body quaked.
[N-No... No... J-Just l-let me leave, I-I'll stay far away...!] she tried to bargain, almost certainly futilely. She tried to step back. Again, the ground seemed to suck her in, but she tried to slice down around her feet to cut away at the hands as she moved, trying, desperately, to secure herself some kind of space, her heart pounding violently in her chest.
She'd made a terrible mistake, and she was terrified of the consequences. What was going on? Was this real? A nightmare, a hallucination? It couldn't POSSIBLY be real, right...?
[11:49] Lex Dashrix picked his way wearily through the dense wood referring down tot eh aetheric compass in his hand every few dozen steps as the homed in on his wayward protégé's path through the wild lands of he island lamenting not for the first time not putting a more robust tracking device on the Jikininki. He might have know the boy would come back here to this familiar haunt when he broke through the foliage into the clearing. He stared at the scene before him for a long moment and let out a heavy sigh. "Naoki, stop playing with your food we need to get you home."
[11:54] Naoki Sato couldn't afford much leeway, not that he felt inclined to. He was hungry and there was little remorse attached to such things. Blood snaked out from his body in whip-like tendrils, lashing out to coil around the wrist that held that blade as Yuuna chopped at the hands holding her to the ground. She was likely to free herself - the corpse limbs couldn't move after all - but there was still Naoki himself to contend with and those other tendrils were trying to cut chunks from her flesh.
Lex's rebuke didn't exactly stop the blows. "Not playing," he said, more a growl than words. The Jikininki rushed forward, red claws tipping his fingers as he reached for her. He dug in around each branch of her clavicle and yanked, attempting to pull her close so she could bite solidly out of the front of her throat.
[12:12] Fujiwara Yuuna screamed in abject agony as Sato's blood streaked out of him in violent tendrils that coil around her wrists and cut into them like wires, severing tendons and muscles and nerves keeping her holding up the katana that soon drops helplessly to the ground, sensations below her wrists going cold as her dark eyes open wide, streaking her cheeks with tears.
[P-Please... N-No...] whimpers the hapless human schoolgirl, the eighteen year old now utterly helpless and defenseless as the monstrous spirit closes in on her, the growl grating in her ears, the woman unable to forget the sound even as her perception of it all is blurred by her pain and suffering, emotions which roil off her in waves.
She's about to cry for help to the man who shows up in the clearing, but the words die in her throat as he calls out to the thing in front of her - 'Naoki'...? Was that a name...? It had a name...? "P-Please... S-Save m-me..." she begs in her heavily-accented English, a futile plea even she knows in her despair won't be answered.
And then the monster was rushing forwards, his claws piercing her flesh and skin, hooking around her collarbones, YANKED against them in a way that caused her to go limp in shock, her eyes rolling back for a second as her mind blanked and her heart skipped a beat and she felt the thrum of force that reverberates through the rest of her bones, carried by her clavicles, her arns almost instinctually slinging around Naoki's waist and back as he pulls her in close to wrap his shark-like maw around her throat... The saw-like blades of his teeth piercing deep, shredding through soft, smooth, pale skin into the red flesh, ripping apart esophagus and trachea into ribbons as he tears away at it, her head tilted back with her arms around him as if acquiescing to the needs of her predator as tears drip down her cheeks and burns the opened wounds of her throat, lips parted as she gurgles insensately.
She shakes, holding herself up with Naoki's body, utterly still as his teeth, then his face, stain red with her blood and his gullet is filled with raw slivers of the girl's flesh
[12:21] Lex Dashrix: "[It is far to late for that]" Lex replies in fluent Japanese as he picks his way across the clearing a wave of his hand sending the katana to skitter across the ground out of any hop of grasp to thunk into the nearby stump. He watched as Naoki attacked almost bored as he hung back out of the not so proverbial splash zone. He did not look away nor even seem disappointed in the loss of control. Such lapses would eventually need correction of course. But there was an expectation after all the young man had been through that some relapse would be inevitable. "Do you know if it has family? Will anyone come looking for it?" he asked as the beast fed not expecting immediate answers in the midst of the frenzy. His mind had simply moved on to further extingencies of a possible sloppy hunt after recent events.
[12:28] Naoki Sato nearly decapitated the girl, tearing at neck muscle and windpipe, rending flesh from around her bones until the apex of each lung was exposed. Each of them was grabbed and torn up and through the space between her clavicle and her first rib, trailing connective tissues and vessels as he swallowed them down. The girl was left a husk, stripped bones and scraps of meat with a barely-connected head. "...no," he answered once he'd fed enough to stave off the hunger. "She wandered here. Didn't hunt her." Naoki stepped back, bare feet touching the ground as if the weight of a feeding kept him moored to the earth instead of gravity. There was a pause of silence as he stood over the remains and cleaned strings of meat from his teeth. "...how do I know? That what I remember of you is... what happened?" he asked, turning to the Professor. "He told me that I'd been under... influences to act as I did. That in response, as 'treatment' and necessity for my release, parts of my mind have been locked away -- for safety's sake."
[12:39] Fujiwara Yuuna couldn't even whimper as blood poured liberally out of her, utterly staining the front of her uniform with red, her already pale skin becoming yet paler. She was a member of the Fujiwara family, a branch family to the Fujikawa who once ran the island's dojo - but then, a branch family was all they were. They did not even control the dojo themselves anymore, her father little more than the figurehead; and most importantly, they were all but mere mortals.
No, she could only quite literally drown in the feeling of her death, the teeth tearing through her throat, her body pressed against Naoki's... His teeth rending flesh off her collarbone, off the first set of ribs, until her chest cavity was exposed... His claws reaching down into her exposed chest cavity as he gripped each lung, pulled them still attached to the rest of her out THROUGH the small space afforded by his feeding... And ate them there, in front of her as she drowned in her own blood even as she was being bled out.
Her vision was hazy, her shaking, trembling body growing colder and stiller as her knees knocked against each other some final times, her hands trailing down Naoki's back as she lost the strength to even hold those up.
She died a horrible death, as did so many of Naoki's victims, her eyes glassing over, still wide open, with tears still drying on her cheeks, as her knees crumpled.
The final sensation the eighteen year old could ever feel was her body crumpling against the ground haphazardly, rendered nothing but Sato's homecoming meal.
[12:52] Lex Dashrix watched the efficient if unorthodox butchery with a detached intellectual curiosity only approaching when the monster had eaten his fill and turned to speak. "You don't." Lex replied flatly as he kicked loose the blade from the stump to lean and peer down at it for identifying markers. "No more than you even can while such creatures wander this chaotic world." he replied as he stood to regard Naoki looking for any tell tale signs of what might have been done under the Doctors tender mercies. "Though you may ask to what end does altering or implanting such memories serve his needs?" he finally replies with a slow nod. "The one thing one can always take assurance in is that people will further their own ends." he looked down at the remains then the clothes and sword with a hint of a frown. "She'll have to go missing nothing can be found."
[13:07] Naoki Sato was quick and efficient with his blood magic. The girl was in parts in seconds, muscle separated from bone, what was left of her organs disappearing into his maw. The clothes were stripped, thrown into the furnace beneath the moonshine still that burned next to the shack. Convenient. And also not the first time it had been used as such. "I don't remember him," he replied as he turned from the burning clothing to the remaining mess of blood on the ground. This he could simply lift from the grass, leaving the blades as pristine as they had been - though the earth was disturbed from where he'd commanded the corpses buried beneath the cottage to hold the girl down. Naoki molded the blood into a pearl, liquid and spherical before consuming that too, causing a bolus that traveled visibly down his throat. "Not beyond that place. I don't know any reason he might have." Slowly he reformed his face, working to tuck away the gore and viscera beneath expanses of presentable skin. His eyes rested on the Professor.
"There's no reason not to return... home, then. I would suppose." He frowned. He felt, vividly, like he was missing something and thinking on it simply left him empty. There were things no longer in his guest quarters that he'd not quite realize were missing, after all.
(( cont'd in Discord ))