Post by ¢яι¢кєt on Oct 12, 2012 20:51:18 GMT -5
(po; cricket/zoot, myrria -- separated by dividers + copy pasta over from another forum so we only have to use one. this rp predates the other that cricket's in atm by a month or so; give or take. [it just needs to be finished sgdsgsd])
Illustrious activities of the villainous variety left Cricket bereft of an ability to relate to her father. An attempt to degrade her conscious had resulted in some temporary distress, but not effectively maddened her, though it had pushed her to be more forward and genuine with her specific interest, 2-BIT.
Long discussions over various novels he suggested she read oft evolved into other nighttime activities and, as such, the two were barely separable. To an outsider, certainly, everything would've been considered wonderful.
Up close, however, things were... different.
Perhaps in response to the nightmare to which she'd been immersed, nightmares began assaulting the vampire every few days, increasing in complexity and intensity until sleep became more of a necessity than a want. Behaving normally for mechanical lover and the others of her extensive family became somewhat difficult and she almost wondered if he could count the number of times she'd awaken-- if his sleep could be disturbed in that manner. Cricket hadn't bothered to ask, of course.
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Wind threaded about the feathers of two enormous wings as a somewhat smaller dragon soared over the ocean and toward the sleeping city ahead. Little phased the darling youth and she felt no bitter aggression toward the denizens as she would have prior-- she could not feel such emotions any longer.
There existed only the mission.
Zootasath Orzaeth, daughter of Narrae, belonged to a black witch. It mattered not that Myrria would soon tire of her in search of other victims to subjugate, Zoot would obey the witch until the very end.
Until other directions were given, Zoot would continue their flight until they were above the city, perhaps coming to a rest upon one of the higher buildings as she awaited the direction of her supreme ruler.
The confrontation with the dragon of three colors, and her own eventual defeat, had left the witch directionless, confused and dealing with emotions on which she had not touched upon before. There was still time to pick through them and weigh the information she had been given the moment of her downfall.
What was worrisome most of all about such information was that Narrae had been speaking the truth: it was easily seen in her aura and her mind. There was no possible trickery and nothing on which doubt could cling.
Myrria sat hunched on Zoot's feathered back as she thought, too deep within herself to notice the icy air of the altitude cutting at the soft scales of her new, humanoid form. Even the beating of the other dragon's wings was dull in her ears, as though heard from a distance.
Her real mother really had wanted her, but her father (she'd had a father!) had forced the abandonment. She honestly didn't know what to think about such, whether it be joy or a distant form of hatred for him, for he had forced this life of loneliness on her. And yet she took after him. Myrria gave a soft sigh that was ripped away by the wind as she pushed these thoughts away, to prevent herself from being overcome with torn, mixed emotions that could overwhelm her if she let herself fall to them.
Perhaps another time was best to think of such troubling things, in the comforting darkness of her own cave. Right now, she had other matters to tend to, other plans that no longer involved Vesmora and its ruling Clan; what bitter hatreds she'd felt for them felt distant and pointless now. That thread had been tied off, but she had other loose ends in which to fill her time with. Such as the one named Cricket, who she had been toying with when she could.
Myrria leaned over Zoot's shoulder at the sprawling city below, now that she was shaken from her thoughts, her eyes studying the tall buildings and roads that cut square paths between them.
Humans are easily frightened, foolish things. Even the other Upwalkers take after them. We need to set down somewhere secluded. Perhaps a rooftop or shadowed area. Since we are here now, I will be able to find who I seek on foot. Myrria spoke after she had reached back into Zoot's mind; the greedy wind would have torn her words away, had she spoke out loud. It matters not where we set down, just somewhere where they will not notice us. I will hide our descent, if it becomes necessary.
Zoot's thoughts about landing upon the building were confirmed as Myrria's voice cut through the emptiness of her hollow shell like hot water through a block of ice. Her rumbled agreement precluded the adjustment of her flight and the dragon angled initially toward one of the buildings, thereafter spotting a large park in which she landed instead.
The trees here were sparse, but the hint of nature seemed to please the humans enough to maintain it, though Zoot felt this touch of life somewhat manufactured compared to the brutal and untamed majesty of Vesmora's wilds.
Upon landing, an order to assume a mostly human shape was given and Zoot transformed-- mostly. Like her dam, Zoot's human form was skewed in a particular manner that prevented appropriate meshing with the race she attempted to imitate. Most of her appearance seemed genuine in figure and visage, though her flesh remained the same ashen gray and her wings present.
Had anyone been in the park to gaze upon them, they would've likely mistaken her for an angel, though such was not particularly the case at all. Zoot pulled the curly tangles of her hair away from her face as the witch delayed, waiting for further orders.
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Cricket remained alert while 2-BIT, Clyde, and Madman were out on some mission or another. Normally, she would've invited herself along, but her inability to find restful sleep had left her exhausted enough that she no longer cared if she was involved in their villainous activities or not-- such wasn't something she particularly desired normally, though.
Of a certain 'do-good' nature in the aftermath of the memory loss, Cricket saw no reason to aid her father in his endeavors, though she did delight in making a mockery of every failure and also in doting upon him with snide comments and other such rude things.
Further study of fauna was in order, however, and the vampire kept sleep at bay by busing her mind with intricate topics such as the anatomy and content of a feline's insides.
Myrria held tight to the dragon's feathers as Zoot angled herself and began to descend towards a large square of life amongst the stone and metal city. She swung her leg over the beast's shoulder as they neared the ground, so that both dangled down one side. The moment the feathered dragon landed, Myrria had slipped off and hit the ground with a soft thump. She regarded her surroundings for a moment, head tilting at Zoot's vague thoughts that came through the connection on such things. There was some agreement there, but the witch said nothing on it.
"Remain here and keep out of sight. I will call when I have need of you." Myrria left after that final order, content for now to stroll through the city on the way to her destination. She kept her mind open, reaching out to its inhabitants to pick out a stray thought here or there, or even any information that she found interesting. Most of what she pulled from their minds was dull, a wealth of selfish endeavors and single-mindedness; the thoughts of creatures with an aimless existence.
However some of it was useful and guided her along her way, into places called 'labs' where they tested various things to release to the public. Although, there were other things that were kept hidden, secret; and these things drew her. Illusions were woven to hide her from sight as she wandered through the place, pulling what information she could from any of the 'scientists.' None were even aware of her mental intrusions, of which lead her to believe that such abilities as hers were.. rare, or specific to only dragons. These creatures were lesser; the lack of powers need not convince her of this.
Distractions aside, Myrria moved on with purpose, sliding past the other beings like a shadow on the way to her destination and her dear victim. Her mind reached out for her, probing; when and if she made connection, she would begin to call for the other vampire to come to her.
Zoot reacted accordingly, of course, and moved to perch within one of the sparse trees, using what foliage existed as a barrier between herself and prying eyes. She'd likely be able to handle most of what came across her, not that it particularly mattered. Her well-being was none of Myrria's concern.
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If 2-BIT hadn't been away, he might've noticed the way she stiffened almost immediately upon the mental connection. Now transfixed, she rose quickly, leaving her book wide open as she turned and teleported away.
Cricket reappeared before the dragon, her expression vague and demeanor certainly distant. She'd little understanding of what was happening, though she'd enough awareness to know that her will was no longer her own. Unfortunately, her lack of recollection of Myrria included the uselessness of attempting to struggle-- and she thus, did so.
Myrria moved to a spot where there was no one to see her the moment she made contact with Cricket's mind. Patience kept its place as she waited for the red-haired girl to appear, and when she did, the humanoid dragon would offer her an amused smile.
"Such a pleasure to meet you again." The witch started, silence following her words as she tilted her head at the other. Cricket had begun struggling against the hold she had on her, and she could feel it, like a deer writhing under her claws. Myrria made a soft clucking noise with her forked tongue. "Oh, of course you wouldn't remember me would you? Nonetheless, struggling is pointless; you'll be free when I'm done with you."
The witch paused as she studied the other's face, noting what changes there were from the last time they'd met as she thought. Would it be worth to tell her that she was the one who'd wiped her memories? Perhaps just a trickle; Cricket could probably figure it out on her own.
"My name is Myrria. I was the one who returned you to your home after you were finished in the woods, with Cirinia." Her smile widened a bit as she mentioned the other dragon, making plain that she had spied on them. "I could mention other things, but with that big.. hole in your memory, you probably wouldn't understand what I was talking about. Regardless, I have some information for you that I found quite interesting."
The dragon lady proceeded to insert the gathered information into Cricket's mind, a little at a time so to not overwhelm her. When she had finished, she regarded the other vampire with a thoughtful expression. "There might be other things worth teaching you as well.. as you may have gained a little magic from my blood. I think I'll definitely be sticking around this city for a while, to help."
Cricket's struggles ceased when Myrria mentioned that they would not bear fruit. Instead, her attention fixed upon the cryptic witch's words, grimacing with some level of outrage, though the expression faded almost immediately. If this Myrria had not taken her memories, she wouldn't have been of stable mentality enough to have caught 2-BIT's attention and, thus, would not have such a fond companion to think about-- realizing that her mind was being invaded somewhat by the pressure that seemed to come down upon her conscious, Cricket's thinking stilled.
The deposit of information caused the vampire to react somewhat sluggishly, a low sound emitting from her throat in response to the increased knowledge. Staying to help? What'd that mean? She fumbled for the words, but only managed a broken phrase that was lost beneath another groan as Cricket sought to avoid falling, suddenly feeling a bit of vertigo, "Your... blood...?"
Why would Myrria's blood be important? Did she expect Cricket to Change her? Without knowing, she repeated herself from their last encounter, "I.... won't c-change you, if that's what you're after..." The young red-haired woman leaned against the wall of the nearest building, left eye shifting in coloration marginally, somewhat more purple than green-- likely in response to Myrria's continued hold upon her.
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Zoot's screech would likely draw unwanted attention as she fell victim to the unexpected aggressors who'd likely been nearby when she landed. The dragon, naturally, took her normal-shape but found it useless in aiding her. The feathered female's body was barely large enough to carry Myrria's slight humanoid form upon her back and, with three attackers, she fell quickly, distress signals and all.
That they would go unanswered meant little until the inevitable release came, at which point in time her mind shut down, her body having been dragged and folded into a large vehicle (with some difficulty).
The witch's midnight gaze was locked upon the others face as she reacted to the deposit of information. She was confident Cricket would be able to process it all; she did seem like a fairly intelligent individual, after all.
Her hands were clasped behind her back as she leaned on a hip, dark eyes glittering as Cricket reacted about her blood and a phrase repeated from their last meeting. Myrria chuckled softly at this. "It's too late. You already had, back in the forest before I returned you to your home." The dragon lady said, offering the wrist Cricket had bitten; the scales around the bit area had grown in crooked. The black coloring of these scales had a purple coloring to it, making them stand out further against the rest. "It took a while and I suppose it was a bit unpleasant. But I followed the little lessons Cirinia gave to you to control it and, well I suppose it helps some."
"Regardless. I'll be hanging out a while, like I said. Some of my blood that you took might have granted you some magic. It would be a waste to not use such, so I could be.. kind enough to teach you some spells." Myrria dropped the wrist she'd revealed and tilted her head, staring off to the side as part of her attention was drawn from Cricket. Zoot was in trouble, but this fact was met with no emotion or reaction, merely curiosity as to why she was. There was little she could glean from the connection before it weakened as the feathered dragon fell unconscious.
Perhaps later she would check into it, not like she cared, but it was odd.
"I would have never--!!" She started, suddenly all defiance and fury, her tone and demeanor shifting on the spot as she queried the creature instead, "You took them, didn't you? My memories?" Bitter wanting was obvious in her tone, though she'd no idea that what she sought no longer existed, rather than actually having been stolen.
Unaware of the slight shift in Myrria's attention, Cricket continued, "Why are you so helpful now, then?" Caution was at the forefront of her mind, of course; caution above all else. Various things were beginning to press needlessly upon her mind, thousands of questions and emotions-- it was too much.
Overwhelmed, Cricket's conscious writhed savagely under Myrria's metaphorical thumb, clawing and biting though the bitter reality was the woman pulling her knees against her chest, hand and pincer holding her head as she whined. Something would have to give eventually.
It happened relatively quickly, one minute Cricket sitting in a mostly fetal position whining like a ninny in response to the assault she'd encountered, the next her form greatly enlarged, winged, and obviously bat-like in appearance. Overall, she wasn't much bigger than a human male might've been, though the width of her chest surpassed that which would be attainable realistically for one of such a species. Her mostly seated position prevented any issues standing, though the bat slumped heavily with a suppressed snarl, the contents of her mind and knowledge remaining much the same.
If likened to a person wearing armor, the bat form protected her and was physically solid, though obviously somewhere within this illusion, the cyborg remained. That said, no signs of technology clung to her body and the bat rose slightly, pitching forward unintentionally from the weight of her forelimbs.
Unable to speak, the trickle of her words came through thoughts instead, angry and full of resent, though almost frighteningly calm, You did this to me.
Myrria's attention was brought back around to Cricket as she felt anger flash through the mental connection, and the words that came with it. Dark eyes regarded the other curiously as the other vampire figured out how her memories disappeared in the first place, and rather quickly. She merely nodded, but said nothing, her face blank as she eyed her curiously. Watching as the other sank against the wall, whining against all she'd learned.
"Because I have need of you." Myrria answered simply. "I aimed to take Vesmora for mine, and strike down those that have wronged me. I failed in that and my adoptive mother, who I challenged, opened my eyes a little. Vesmora's no longer my goal; there's no need for me to bother with it anymore." The dragon lady added on after a moment of thought, opening up vaguely.
She fell silent, her head cocked as the red-haired one began to change before her eyes. A giant bat. A few steps were taken back, not out of fear, but for room as Cricket rose and faced her.
"I do admit it, I did do this to you. But what about what I gave you? You got another chance at life.. and a lover, did you not? There's nothing I can do if you're not happy, but you should be glad that I didn't just kill you."
Cricket readied a vicious retort only to still at the witch's last statement. She had given Cricket a second chance, of sorts. It wasn't that bad, considering she couldn't remember anything before. Indeed, she did wonder what her feelings for that Mujigae girl had been like, but then her attention fixed upon 2-BIT and a slightly protective nature came about her-- Myrria was, in part, responsible for the naive nature which had ensnared 2-BIT initially.
Even now, she was somewhat responsible for everything that had happened to her since and Cricket did not regret the memory loss at all, deep down. Her response was finally forthcoming, Happy, yes-- but not in this form. I do not want these powers I have, this other form. They do not suit me, I feel.
But what did? Truly, it seemed as if her eternity would be spent as just another one of Madman's metaphorical prisoners. For all time, she would serve her father accordingly- either as a body to toss into the face of danger when escape was needed or otherwise. She also could not free 2-BIT from his command, nor could she change him back into the human he had once been. Because of that, she could not bear him children, make food for him, or anything else of that mundane nature. Aside from their comparability and companionship, their relationship did not extend to all the branches that others' might.
Or I am mostly happy, Cricket corrected herself, there are things I desire, but cannot have. At least, she was pretty sure that the magical mind-altering dragon from a parallel universe couldn't enable her to get impregnated by her robot boyfriend. Bitter longing colored her emotions and Cricket seemed to vaguely recall that Myrria had access to everything and stomped down her weakness in response.
Hoping to distract from her more primitive desires, she changed the subject accordingly, attention mildly flicking to the newfound information inserted into her memories, Cross-species transplantation? What do you want me to make you? A new body? She scoffed a little mentally, though she did not doubt that Myrria's intentions would likely be of the malicious sort. Cricket'd no immediate intention to follow through with such instruction and little would sway her on that matter. Most of the memories seemed to have been gleaned from different individuals in similar locations, however, and the vampire wondered how many secret labs actually existed in the city-- and if her father knew about them.
He probably did. He had a hard-on for knowing stuff shit even he didn't want to know about.
Myrria's lips remained still as the other reacted, smiling inwardly as Cricket seemed on the verge of talking, but never making a sound as what she'd said was considered. Her silence stretched out as the other finally responded, voicing her dislike for the powers and the other form. The witch merely shrugged at such, not caring whether the red-haired female wanted them or not.
"Well, think about it. You at least have something to use, if ever you get into a fight with anything that uses more than its fists, or physical weapons. When you learn how to use them, and strengthen yourself in them, they'll be more like a blessing than a burden." The dragon lady responded and tilted her head as the bat corrected herself and continued on.
What was seen in Cricket's mind was stored to remember later, but she said nothing; perhaps won't even be able to help with such. Nothing had been said, nor did she give any indication she'd seen anything; what the dragon did do was smile when the larger creature scoffed.
"Oh, no. I don't need a new body. It's just some information I found interesting, perhaps even you might find interesting. I can change myself with a spell; what you see is a new body. I'm usually much bigger than this." Myrria explained with a little shrug and sweep of an arm. "So what do you say, would you allow me to help you handle your new powers?"
That she was not being forced to do anything against her willing made Cricket nervous. Myrria certainly didn't seem to be the type of individual to let things slide and Cricket momentarily wondered what her relationship with Cirinia and the other dragons of Vesmora was like... The thought was pushed away, however, in favor of a response, Certainly. It is the only answer I could give you, seeing as I've no inclination on how to change myself back.
It wasn't that she'd changed physically, however, and had simply been overshadowed by an elaborate illusion. Regardless, the vampire persisted in the belief that she'd been altered as such and eyed the witch warily, If I'm to trust you, then I wish to know one more thing...
Once Myrria's attention had been obtained, Cricket responded slowly, What are you, exactly?
Curiosity was obvious upon Myrria's face after her question had been asked, plainly awaiting what answer the girl-turned-bat would give her. During this time, the witch had mostly withdrawn from the other's mind, no longer peeking but leaving enough of a connection in which she could speak with the other female.
Her head was tilted up a little, midnight eyes glittering as she smiled, pleased to hear Cricket give her a yes about the matter. "Good, and what is it that you wish to know?" Myrria questioned, her eyes locked onto the other's.
"A dragon. Well, I suppose now I'm a half-breed of dragon and vampire. But there you have it."
Regardless of your species or how great your power is, She began, filing the confirmation of her suspicions away, I cannot bring you to my home. Well, Myrria could always force her to, but the vampire continued, Certainly, the robots would not take well to your intrusion and neither would my father.
Nothing was stated about her father's abilities or anything else of the sort, though she doubted Myrria would not know of such. Instead, Cricket attempted to redirect attention away from her 'humble abode' and focused instead on another location- one that would ironically suit the dragon, I once lived in a tower. The upper foundations have crumbled, but an extensive labyrinth exists below the surface, if you require lodging.
The other contents were not elaborated upon. If anything else lived there, mechanical or not, that could harm Myrria, Cricket didn't know.
Myrria's head would be tilted when Cricket denied her entrance to her home. The curiosity that had remained on her visage disappeared quickly once the other vampire mentioned why. "Oh, so you have guards." The dragon responded, but made no comment upon Cricket's father. She did wonder if it would be possible to meet him and whoever Cricket was friends with, however.
The topic shifted to a different place and Myrria considered what the other female was offering her. "Well, for as long as I'll be in this city, it would be nice to have a temporary home. Hopefully what's left of your tower is big enough to house me, as I cannot hold the spell I used to change my form for long."
That said, Myrria raised a hand and gestured, "So, shall we head there now? It is getting a little tiring standing around here."
Illustrious activities of the villainous variety left Cricket bereft of an ability to relate to her father. An attempt to degrade her conscious had resulted in some temporary distress, but not effectively maddened her, though it had pushed her to be more forward and genuine with her specific interest, 2-BIT.
Long discussions over various novels he suggested she read oft evolved into other nighttime activities and, as such, the two were barely separable. To an outsider, certainly, everything would've been considered wonderful.
Up close, however, things were... different.
Perhaps in response to the nightmare to which she'd been immersed, nightmares began assaulting the vampire every few days, increasing in complexity and intensity until sleep became more of a necessity than a want. Behaving normally for mechanical lover and the others of her extensive family became somewhat difficult and she almost wondered if he could count the number of times she'd awaken-- if his sleep could be disturbed in that manner. Cricket hadn't bothered to ask, of course.
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Wind threaded about the feathers of two enormous wings as a somewhat smaller dragon soared over the ocean and toward the sleeping city ahead. Little phased the darling youth and she felt no bitter aggression toward the denizens as she would have prior-- she could not feel such emotions any longer.
There existed only the mission.
Zootasath Orzaeth, daughter of Narrae, belonged to a black witch. It mattered not that Myrria would soon tire of her in search of other victims to subjugate, Zoot would obey the witch until the very end.
Until other directions were given, Zoot would continue their flight until they were above the city, perhaps coming to a rest upon one of the higher buildings as she awaited the direction of her supreme ruler.
The confrontation with the dragon of three colors, and her own eventual defeat, had left the witch directionless, confused and dealing with emotions on which she had not touched upon before. There was still time to pick through them and weigh the information she had been given the moment of her downfall.
What was worrisome most of all about such information was that Narrae had been speaking the truth: it was easily seen in her aura and her mind. There was no possible trickery and nothing on which doubt could cling.
Myrria sat hunched on Zoot's feathered back as she thought, too deep within herself to notice the icy air of the altitude cutting at the soft scales of her new, humanoid form. Even the beating of the other dragon's wings was dull in her ears, as though heard from a distance.
Her real mother really had wanted her, but her father (she'd had a father!) had forced the abandonment. She honestly didn't know what to think about such, whether it be joy or a distant form of hatred for him, for he had forced this life of loneliness on her. And yet she took after him. Myrria gave a soft sigh that was ripped away by the wind as she pushed these thoughts away, to prevent herself from being overcome with torn, mixed emotions that could overwhelm her if she let herself fall to them.
Perhaps another time was best to think of such troubling things, in the comforting darkness of her own cave. Right now, she had other matters to tend to, other plans that no longer involved Vesmora and its ruling Clan; what bitter hatreds she'd felt for them felt distant and pointless now. That thread had been tied off, but she had other loose ends in which to fill her time with. Such as the one named Cricket, who she had been toying with when she could.
Myrria leaned over Zoot's shoulder at the sprawling city below, now that she was shaken from her thoughts, her eyes studying the tall buildings and roads that cut square paths between them.
Humans are easily frightened, foolish things. Even the other Upwalkers take after them. We need to set down somewhere secluded. Perhaps a rooftop or shadowed area. Since we are here now, I will be able to find who I seek on foot. Myrria spoke after she had reached back into Zoot's mind; the greedy wind would have torn her words away, had she spoke out loud. It matters not where we set down, just somewhere where they will not notice us. I will hide our descent, if it becomes necessary.
Zoot's thoughts about landing upon the building were confirmed as Myrria's voice cut through the emptiness of her hollow shell like hot water through a block of ice. Her rumbled agreement precluded the adjustment of her flight and the dragon angled initially toward one of the buildings, thereafter spotting a large park in which she landed instead.
The trees here were sparse, but the hint of nature seemed to please the humans enough to maintain it, though Zoot felt this touch of life somewhat manufactured compared to the brutal and untamed majesty of Vesmora's wilds.
Upon landing, an order to assume a mostly human shape was given and Zoot transformed-- mostly. Like her dam, Zoot's human form was skewed in a particular manner that prevented appropriate meshing with the race she attempted to imitate. Most of her appearance seemed genuine in figure and visage, though her flesh remained the same ashen gray and her wings present.
Had anyone been in the park to gaze upon them, they would've likely mistaken her for an angel, though such was not particularly the case at all. Zoot pulled the curly tangles of her hair away from her face as the witch delayed, waiting for further orders.
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Cricket remained alert while 2-BIT, Clyde, and Madman were out on some mission or another. Normally, she would've invited herself along, but her inability to find restful sleep had left her exhausted enough that she no longer cared if she was involved in their villainous activities or not-- such wasn't something she particularly desired normally, though.
Of a certain 'do-good' nature in the aftermath of the memory loss, Cricket saw no reason to aid her father in his endeavors, though she did delight in making a mockery of every failure and also in doting upon him with snide comments and other such rude things.
Further study of fauna was in order, however, and the vampire kept sleep at bay by busing her mind with intricate topics such as the anatomy and content of a feline's insides.
Myrria held tight to the dragon's feathers as Zoot angled herself and began to descend towards a large square of life amongst the stone and metal city. She swung her leg over the beast's shoulder as they neared the ground, so that both dangled down one side. The moment the feathered dragon landed, Myrria had slipped off and hit the ground with a soft thump. She regarded her surroundings for a moment, head tilting at Zoot's vague thoughts that came through the connection on such things. There was some agreement there, but the witch said nothing on it.
"Remain here and keep out of sight. I will call when I have need of you." Myrria left after that final order, content for now to stroll through the city on the way to her destination. She kept her mind open, reaching out to its inhabitants to pick out a stray thought here or there, or even any information that she found interesting. Most of what she pulled from their minds was dull, a wealth of selfish endeavors and single-mindedness; the thoughts of creatures with an aimless existence.
However some of it was useful and guided her along her way, into places called 'labs' where they tested various things to release to the public. Although, there were other things that were kept hidden, secret; and these things drew her. Illusions were woven to hide her from sight as she wandered through the place, pulling what information she could from any of the 'scientists.' None were even aware of her mental intrusions, of which lead her to believe that such abilities as hers were.. rare, or specific to only dragons. These creatures were lesser; the lack of powers need not convince her of this.
Distractions aside, Myrria moved on with purpose, sliding past the other beings like a shadow on the way to her destination and her dear victim. Her mind reached out for her, probing; when and if she made connection, she would begin to call for the other vampire to come to her.
Zoot reacted accordingly, of course, and moved to perch within one of the sparse trees, using what foliage existed as a barrier between herself and prying eyes. She'd likely be able to handle most of what came across her, not that it particularly mattered. Her well-being was none of Myrria's concern.
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If 2-BIT hadn't been away, he might've noticed the way she stiffened almost immediately upon the mental connection. Now transfixed, she rose quickly, leaving her book wide open as she turned and teleported away.
Cricket reappeared before the dragon, her expression vague and demeanor certainly distant. She'd little understanding of what was happening, though she'd enough awareness to know that her will was no longer her own. Unfortunately, her lack of recollection of Myrria included the uselessness of attempting to struggle-- and she thus, did so.
Myrria moved to a spot where there was no one to see her the moment she made contact with Cricket's mind. Patience kept its place as she waited for the red-haired girl to appear, and when she did, the humanoid dragon would offer her an amused smile.
"Such a pleasure to meet you again." The witch started, silence following her words as she tilted her head at the other. Cricket had begun struggling against the hold she had on her, and she could feel it, like a deer writhing under her claws. Myrria made a soft clucking noise with her forked tongue. "Oh, of course you wouldn't remember me would you? Nonetheless, struggling is pointless; you'll be free when I'm done with you."
The witch paused as she studied the other's face, noting what changes there were from the last time they'd met as she thought. Would it be worth to tell her that she was the one who'd wiped her memories? Perhaps just a trickle; Cricket could probably figure it out on her own.
"My name is Myrria. I was the one who returned you to your home after you were finished in the woods, with Cirinia." Her smile widened a bit as she mentioned the other dragon, making plain that she had spied on them. "I could mention other things, but with that big.. hole in your memory, you probably wouldn't understand what I was talking about. Regardless, I have some information for you that I found quite interesting."
The dragon lady proceeded to insert the gathered information into Cricket's mind, a little at a time so to not overwhelm her. When she had finished, she regarded the other vampire with a thoughtful expression. "There might be other things worth teaching you as well.. as you may have gained a little magic from my blood. I think I'll definitely be sticking around this city for a while, to help."
Cricket's struggles ceased when Myrria mentioned that they would not bear fruit. Instead, her attention fixed upon the cryptic witch's words, grimacing with some level of outrage, though the expression faded almost immediately. If this Myrria had not taken her memories, she wouldn't have been of stable mentality enough to have caught 2-BIT's attention and, thus, would not have such a fond companion to think about-- realizing that her mind was being invaded somewhat by the pressure that seemed to come down upon her conscious, Cricket's thinking stilled.
The deposit of information caused the vampire to react somewhat sluggishly, a low sound emitting from her throat in response to the increased knowledge. Staying to help? What'd that mean? She fumbled for the words, but only managed a broken phrase that was lost beneath another groan as Cricket sought to avoid falling, suddenly feeling a bit of vertigo, "Your... blood...?"
Why would Myrria's blood be important? Did she expect Cricket to Change her? Without knowing, she repeated herself from their last encounter, "I.... won't c-change you, if that's what you're after..." The young red-haired woman leaned against the wall of the nearest building, left eye shifting in coloration marginally, somewhat more purple than green-- likely in response to Myrria's continued hold upon her.
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Zoot's screech would likely draw unwanted attention as she fell victim to the unexpected aggressors who'd likely been nearby when she landed. The dragon, naturally, took her normal-shape but found it useless in aiding her. The feathered female's body was barely large enough to carry Myrria's slight humanoid form upon her back and, with three attackers, she fell quickly, distress signals and all.
That they would go unanswered meant little until the inevitable release came, at which point in time her mind shut down, her body having been dragged and folded into a large vehicle (with some difficulty).
The witch's midnight gaze was locked upon the others face as she reacted to the deposit of information. She was confident Cricket would be able to process it all; she did seem like a fairly intelligent individual, after all.
Her hands were clasped behind her back as she leaned on a hip, dark eyes glittering as Cricket reacted about her blood and a phrase repeated from their last meeting. Myrria chuckled softly at this. "It's too late. You already had, back in the forest before I returned you to your home." The dragon lady said, offering the wrist Cricket had bitten; the scales around the bit area had grown in crooked. The black coloring of these scales had a purple coloring to it, making them stand out further against the rest. "It took a while and I suppose it was a bit unpleasant. But I followed the little lessons Cirinia gave to you to control it and, well I suppose it helps some."
"Regardless. I'll be hanging out a while, like I said. Some of my blood that you took might have granted you some magic. It would be a waste to not use such, so I could be.. kind enough to teach you some spells." Myrria dropped the wrist she'd revealed and tilted her head, staring off to the side as part of her attention was drawn from Cricket. Zoot was in trouble, but this fact was met with no emotion or reaction, merely curiosity as to why she was. There was little she could glean from the connection before it weakened as the feathered dragon fell unconscious.
Perhaps later she would check into it, not like she cared, but it was odd.
"I would have never--!!" She started, suddenly all defiance and fury, her tone and demeanor shifting on the spot as she queried the creature instead, "You took them, didn't you? My memories?" Bitter wanting was obvious in her tone, though she'd no idea that what she sought no longer existed, rather than actually having been stolen.
Unaware of the slight shift in Myrria's attention, Cricket continued, "Why are you so helpful now, then?" Caution was at the forefront of her mind, of course; caution above all else. Various things were beginning to press needlessly upon her mind, thousands of questions and emotions-- it was too much.
Overwhelmed, Cricket's conscious writhed savagely under Myrria's metaphorical thumb, clawing and biting though the bitter reality was the woman pulling her knees against her chest, hand and pincer holding her head as she whined. Something would have to give eventually.
It happened relatively quickly, one minute Cricket sitting in a mostly fetal position whining like a ninny in response to the assault she'd encountered, the next her form greatly enlarged, winged, and obviously bat-like in appearance. Overall, she wasn't much bigger than a human male might've been, though the width of her chest surpassed that which would be attainable realistically for one of such a species. Her mostly seated position prevented any issues standing, though the bat slumped heavily with a suppressed snarl, the contents of her mind and knowledge remaining much the same.
If likened to a person wearing armor, the bat form protected her and was physically solid, though obviously somewhere within this illusion, the cyborg remained. That said, no signs of technology clung to her body and the bat rose slightly, pitching forward unintentionally from the weight of her forelimbs.
Unable to speak, the trickle of her words came through thoughts instead, angry and full of resent, though almost frighteningly calm, You did this to me.
Myrria's attention was brought back around to Cricket as she felt anger flash through the mental connection, and the words that came with it. Dark eyes regarded the other curiously as the other vampire figured out how her memories disappeared in the first place, and rather quickly. She merely nodded, but said nothing, her face blank as she eyed her curiously. Watching as the other sank against the wall, whining against all she'd learned.
"Because I have need of you." Myrria answered simply. "I aimed to take Vesmora for mine, and strike down those that have wronged me. I failed in that and my adoptive mother, who I challenged, opened my eyes a little. Vesmora's no longer my goal; there's no need for me to bother with it anymore." The dragon lady added on after a moment of thought, opening up vaguely.
She fell silent, her head cocked as the red-haired one began to change before her eyes. A giant bat. A few steps were taken back, not out of fear, but for room as Cricket rose and faced her.
"I do admit it, I did do this to you. But what about what I gave you? You got another chance at life.. and a lover, did you not? There's nothing I can do if you're not happy, but you should be glad that I didn't just kill you."
Cricket readied a vicious retort only to still at the witch's last statement. She had given Cricket a second chance, of sorts. It wasn't that bad, considering she couldn't remember anything before. Indeed, she did wonder what her feelings for that Mujigae girl had been like, but then her attention fixed upon 2-BIT and a slightly protective nature came about her-- Myrria was, in part, responsible for the naive nature which had ensnared 2-BIT initially.
Even now, she was somewhat responsible for everything that had happened to her since and Cricket did not regret the memory loss at all, deep down. Her response was finally forthcoming, Happy, yes-- but not in this form. I do not want these powers I have, this other form. They do not suit me, I feel.
But what did? Truly, it seemed as if her eternity would be spent as just another one of Madman's metaphorical prisoners. For all time, she would serve her father accordingly- either as a body to toss into the face of danger when escape was needed or otherwise. She also could not free 2-BIT from his command, nor could she change him back into the human he had once been. Because of that, she could not bear him children, make food for him, or anything else of that mundane nature. Aside from their comparability and companionship, their relationship did not extend to all the branches that others' might.
Or I am mostly happy, Cricket corrected herself, there are things I desire, but cannot have. At least, she was pretty sure that the magical mind-altering dragon from a parallel universe couldn't enable her to get impregnated by her robot boyfriend. Bitter longing colored her emotions and Cricket seemed to vaguely recall that Myrria had access to everything and stomped down her weakness in response.
Hoping to distract from her more primitive desires, she changed the subject accordingly, attention mildly flicking to the newfound information inserted into her memories, Cross-species transplantation? What do you want me to make you? A new body? She scoffed a little mentally, though she did not doubt that Myrria's intentions would likely be of the malicious sort. Cricket'd no immediate intention to follow through with such instruction and little would sway her on that matter. Most of the memories seemed to have been gleaned from different individuals in similar locations, however, and the vampire wondered how many secret labs actually existed in the city-- and if her father knew about them.
He probably did. He had a hard-on for knowing stuff shit even he didn't want to know about.
Myrria's lips remained still as the other reacted, smiling inwardly as Cricket seemed on the verge of talking, but never making a sound as what she'd said was considered. Her silence stretched out as the other finally responded, voicing her dislike for the powers and the other form. The witch merely shrugged at such, not caring whether the red-haired female wanted them or not.
"Well, think about it. You at least have something to use, if ever you get into a fight with anything that uses more than its fists, or physical weapons. When you learn how to use them, and strengthen yourself in them, they'll be more like a blessing than a burden." The dragon lady responded and tilted her head as the bat corrected herself and continued on.
What was seen in Cricket's mind was stored to remember later, but she said nothing; perhaps won't even be able to help with such. Nothing had been said, nor did she give any indication she'd seen anything; what the dragon did do was smile when the larger creature scoffed.
"Oh, no. I don't need a new body. It's just some information I found interesting, perhaps even you might find interesting. I can change myself with a spell; what you see is a new body. I'm usually much bigger than this." Myrria explained with a little shrug and sweep of an arm. "So what do you say, would you allow me to help you handle your new powers?"
That she was not being forced to do anything against her willing made Cricket nervous. Myrria certainly didn't seem to be the type of individual to let things slide and Cricket momentarily wondered what her relationship with Cirinia and the other dragons of Vesmora was like... The thought was pushed away, however, in favor of a response, Certainly. It is the only answer I could give you, seeing as I've no inclination on how to change myself back.
It wasn't that she'd changed physically, however, and had simply been overshadowed by an elaborate illusion. Regardless, the vampire persisted in the belief that she'd been altered as such and eyed the witch warily, If I'm to trust you, then I wish to know one more thing...
Once Myrria's attention had been obtained, Cricket responded slowly, What are you, exactly?
Curiosity was obvious upon Myrria's face after her question had been asked, plainly awaiting what answer the girl-turned-bat would give her. During this time, the witch had mostly withdrawn from the other's mind, no longer peeking but leaving enough of a connection in which she could speak with the other female.
Her head was tilted up a little, midnight eyes glittering as she smiled, pleased to hear Cricket give her a yes about the matter. "Good, and what is it that you wish to know?" Myrria questioned, her eyes locked onto the other's.
"A dragon. Well, I suppose now I'm a half-breed of dragon and vampire. But there you have it."
Regardless of your species or how great your power is, She began, filing the confirmation of her suspicions away, I cannot bring you to my home. Well, Myrria could always force her to, but the vampire continued, Certainly, the robots would not take well to your intrusion and neither would my father.
Nothing was stated about her father's abilities or anything else of the sort, though she doubted Myrria would not know of such. Instead, Cricket attempted to redirect attention away from her 'humble abode' and focused instead on another location- one that would ironically suit the dragon, I once lived in a tower. The upper foundations have crumbled, but an extensive labyrinth exists below the surface, if you require lodging.
The other contents were not elaborated upon. If anything else lived there, mechanical or not, that could harm Myrria, Cricket didn't know.
Myrria's head would be tilted when Cricket denied her entrance to her home. The curiosity that had remained on her visage disappeared quickly once the other vampire mentioned why. "Oh, so you have guards." The dragon responded, but made no comment upon Cricket's father. She did wonder if it would be possible to meet him and whoever Cricket was friends with, however.
The topic shifted to a different place and Myrria considered what the other female was offering her. "Well, for as long as I'll be in this city, it would be nice to have a temporary home. Hopefully what's left of your tower is big enough to house me, as I cannot hold the spell I used to change my form for long."
That said, Myrria raised a hand and gestured, "So, shall we head there now? It is getting a little tiring standing around here."
