The Cathedral (Ministry of Death)

Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna didn't seem like she wanted to let go of the chicken- she saw this as a power struggle now, and she was determined to not give in to Kraven. Then the chicken turned into a missile launcher. Pointed at the ground. About to blow up a lot of things, probably including her.

"Ah nyet nyet nyet-"

Her survival instinct kicked in and she threw the rubber chicken as far as she could in the split second that she had to do so, then ran to shield herself behind a large rock. She didn't have time to look for Kraven and glare intensely- and at this point, her Killer Gene had died down, numbing to a faint glow as she was more worried about staying alive than about killing Kraven.

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Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

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"Hmmmmmmph..." she grunted as she looked at the arm, kind of just...looking at it and looking away. She didn't like that thing. It was already too destructive for it's own good. No matter how she looked at it.   "Is...is it safe?" she asked, looking at Cathy very very worried. SHe didn't know what to think really. "Are...you feeling okay Cathy...is your arm s-still numb?"she asked.

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Dantalion was smirking down at Liimu well, until his face was smacked by the top of her head.  He jerked back in surprise and covered his face with his hands.  Well, that didn't go as expected, he thought to himself now with a frown replacing his smile.  His gaze fell on the pink-haired one for a moment before looking away.  That boy had black blood so perhaps he inquire a bit of information regarding it at a later time.  He let himself drop from the ceiling back to the floor and looked on quietly as Cathy's new arm was successfully put in place.  He walked up behind Liimu thinking about a way to retaliate at a later time.


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"It is like the world is my stage and I am the puppeteer looming behind the curtain while the others prance around to my strings."

[ENG] Outer Science (アウターサイエンス)

Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna curled into a small ball as soon as she found cover, but the flying rocks still hit her hard, and she just knew that she'd be adding more cuts and bruises to the collection of injuries acquired today. she staggered out from behind her cover, following the sound of Kraven's voice and wondering, in the back of her mind, why she wasn't just running away, back to her family? Kraven's announcement of NO MORE KILLING reminded her- oh right, she was a danger to all of them, and that needed to be fixed.

"Da. Nyet more."

She managed, panting as her green eyes revealed that the Gene was no longer active. The fatigue from keeping it on for so long, and trying to CONTROL it that whole time while still not being healed, was crashing down on her. She just wanted to sleep..but couldn't allow herself to lower her guard around this man. He was dangerous..

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna didn't even try forcing a smile for Kraven- she really, really wanted to kill him, and she did not find this funny. This just reminded her of how corrupt her goals were, and how naive she had been only five years before. Her father's - she needed to stop thinking of him as her father, really - interaction with Cathy was just making her more eager to destroy him, but she was too tired right now.. At least she seemed to be getting somewhere with this training.

"There ees control? Goot goot.."

She nodded weakly, hesitating before finally giving in and leaning against a large rock. Then Kraven went over and patted her head. The Russian freaked out, adrenaline kicking just long enough to throw a desperate punch at the nun-man's face-

"Ah- oops-"

Inna held herself back from attacking any further- she was thinking rationally now, and it was clear that she was in no state to keep fighting against a man like Kraven. She contented herself with the fact that Kraven observed progress, and that meant she'd be back with her family soon. She should probably explain her random act of violence though, so she muttered and sort of backed away.

"..Just...do not touch me.."

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Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"Okay...good...yeah..." she looked at the arm with wide eyes. This was getting...weird. She backed off a little bit, now that Cathy had her arm, Liimu was happy. She thought she could still ask what...sexual tension was. But she was going to ignore it. "Glad you're okay Cathy..." she said, and then wondered what she was going to do. She left and sat on one of the pews, wondering what to do now. Inna and Kraven were still going at it, and now Cathy had her arm arm and was...using it. And it was weird to her. "Hmmm..."she started to think deeply about this. About what to do next.

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna just sort of glared back at Kraven as he laughed...then he was being angry and the Killer Gene seemed to be going on, which made the Russian instantly alert- dealing with a Killer Gene Kraven wasn't gonna be easy, and he'd be more experienced, and there's be problems, and she could die- OH WOW. Kraven controlled the Gene. It was only at this point that Inna really noticed the man's strength: he had just stopped himself from killing someone who was basically a total stranger to him, since he obviously didn't remember her from before he was Kraven...and he had done it after being needlessly attacked. Inna couldn't help but have some sort of respect for her father now...a feeling that she quickly blotted out in her mind.

"..."

So she wasn't sure what to do now. Kraven was still multitasking with Cathy, or just looking pleasantly at the Cathedral, which was just as weird to her. The Russian just sort of...cleared her throat then spoke.

"..So...can I just...go now, or...?"

Inna knew it was too much to hope that she'd be allowed to leave so soon- she was nowhere near Kraven's level of control over the Gene, but she still needed to believe that maybe there was the slightest chance that she'd be able to see her family soon.

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna groaned almost like the stereotypical annoyed teenager, except with more monotony. She wanted to leave...but control was more important. She just kept quiet, sort of grinding her teeth and thinking about how she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to stay in Kraven's presence without either trying to kill him again or accidentally becoming less hateful towards him. Neither was acceptable at the moment.

"...One more session sounds...goot."

She confirmed, but now he wanted to talk. The same groan escaped, and there may or may not have been eye-rolling action going on too. The last thing Inna wanted to do was talk about her life with Kraven. Luckily, the man chose to focus on her brothers rather than her past- that was a step forwards from most conversations she had been faced with lately, though she still was never very comfortable talking about her brothers, being so protective over them.

"They are the only thing I know I can...trust weeth anytheeng. No matter what. That ees all."

The Russian said quite simply, though there was real emotion behind her words despite her attempt to remain neutral- she couldn't help but show how much they meant to her, even without being dramatic about her description. Just as she was finishing this, she heard Mocha's voice...commenting on the one thing she didn't want to talk about right now.

"Nyet."

She replied bluntly, answering for Kraven because it needed to be very clear that under no circumstances was she Kraven's daughter. Not for real. Not in practice. At least...that's what she hoped, though it was this nagging thought that constantly took away her hope. HOWEVER, Mocha was also offering medical attention, which Inna desperately needed. She didn't know if she trusted anyone who worked for Kraven...but she needed to be fixed- the various cuts, bruises and fractures in her body could be ignored while with the Killer Gene, but once she went back to normal they just felt worse.

"..but I would like some...aspeereen, I guess...?"

That should do it.

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna sort of flinched as she heard Kraven's words...words that sounded mockingly parent-like - not that it resembled Inna's childhood with Yuri at all, but still. Irony. The flinch worsened as Kraven began to talk about Catherine, a subject that Inna just knew she wouldn't want to hear about- anddd there it was, except she was lucky enough to have Mocha interrupt Kraven's words before he got into too much detail. The Russian masked her disgust, focusing on answering Mocha's questions- then Kraven was telling the truth about her injuries, which was a problem, as Mocha was now insisting on real treatment.

"Really the...the peells are just fine."

She insisted, not budging from where she stood, even as Mocha beckoned to her. This "Kraven's Pain Treatment" didn't sound like something the Russian wanted to be involved with...especially if the one performing it was a Deathworshipper.

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Crispin Mortesque
Ludus
Psychic Hacker
If you think about it, we're all just avatars waiting for the final blessing that is GAME OVER. I've been trying to reach my game over for a long time.
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Crispin looked at Egil, knowing hoping his words would actually have an affect would be too much. Things...just couldn't be that simple. That wouldn't be realistic. He had stopped hoping for the unreasonable a long time ago. As much as with Egil, he wanted to believe and to an extent he did. He watched as the whitette, not knowing what to say, waiting for him to say something.
He did his best to suppress a sigh at the boys words. Crispin forced a pseudo smile, more an attempt to make the other boy feel better than an actual sign of happiness. He felt the words start to slowly sink in, having to put up more than a small struggle against the numbness perpetually laying beneath the surface.        
   I want to do better though. I like putting up with you. I don't know if I could hold it together without you. You're someone who always tries to help me, even when I know you hurt...You use what you have well too.  
He felt his smile slip as Egil seemed to waver at Father Deaths words. A small chuckle came out despite himself at the other boys attempt to lighten the air around them  .  
She's strong enough to take it, but I see what you mean. I wouldn't want you being treated like that.  
Crispin leaned closer. His and Egils faces even closer to touching. He looked in Egils eyes as he spoke, trying to speak with a firmness he didn't usually have.
I know. I understand. It doesn't sound bad. Everyone wants to assert themselves to some degree. Human are self serving like that. The difference with you is I want you to succeed in doing just that. You've earned it more than anyone else here. Even more than the man I see closest to a God. I know how little you can see of yourself, but I want you to be able to one day. So-I guess keep trying.
Crispin looked down for a moment, thinking about many things at once. One idea came to the forefront. He didn't know what would happen if he acted on it, but it was something worth trying. Words weren't doing much anyway. Crispin leaned closer, resting his forehead against Egils and brought his lips to the other boys. The touch gentle but warm as he gripped the boys arms as tenderly with his hands.
Crispins Theme-Would it matter

Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna sort of scowled at Mocha ad the lady refused to just give her the pills and leave her be. That and she was now saying that she wouldn't let her out of her sight, which didn't help. Half-glaring, she took a hesitant step forwards...before taking two more decided steps backwards.

"Nyet, I'll just like-"

The Russian was really just trying to not have to deal with this right now. She felt that any of Kraven's allies could only be tainted with his evil, and after the man had made several attempts to kill her during training, she didn't know what his followers could be capable of.

"Eet ees Inna, but I actually feel much better now, I weell just get goeeng-"

Inna started limping away, clearly not in good shape at all, but refusing to accept treatment from people she did not trust.

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