[1 v 1] ASSASSINO! [Malodore/Deryk]

[Blade Kuroda]

It had been awhile since Deryk last was in the haunted house for patrol duty. The last time he was here... well it was weird. Running into two students who practically killed each other before the fight even began. There wasn't much talking going on at that time, unlike his encounter with Ashford. The two seemed a little.. hostile.

With any luck, he won't be running into anyone particularly aggressive.

Better yet, he won't run into anyone at all. That would be most ideal really.

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Rolling a 3: ALL DAMAGE HAS NO MODIFIER (ie: you don't need to subtract -6 ) .

 

[Sosiqui]

After everything that had happened, Malodore had been forced to begrudgingly admit one thing: it needed to practice combat a bit more. Quite a bit more, in fact... but such things were so messy. There was so little true thought involved, such a lack of precision. No time to properly consider one's options and place the knife exactly where it would be most useful.

But it had to be able to protect itself and others.

Malodore had been heading for its own room as it thought about how much it needed that practice - and then, suddenly, the turn that usually led to its own room led somewhere very different. It had taken several steps down this bizarre hallway before it realized that it wasn't actually in the Undead dormitory anymore...

A soft hiss escaped from its beak. It had heard about this place - this was where Red had died, where the members of Seeds had taken and killed a Hunter. The pathway lurked, and came to those in need...

... apparently wishing for combat practice was enough.

It would have preferred a bit more warning, though. Gaze narrowed behind the lenses, Malodore plucked some feathers from its wings and fanned them in one hand, slowing its pace to a more wary, careful movement. If the pathway responded to need, then there was little doubt that a fight awaited it.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Things were quiet so far, which could mean either a really good or a really bad thing. On one hand, it could mean there was no one else around. On the other, something could simply just be lurking around the corner ready to pounce on his a**. He hoped it wasn't the latter.

Shifting a bit, Deryk cautiously moved on around, stopping as he caught sight of something red. Turning more towards it, he noticed a creature clad in crimson. Metal wings, tail... and a peculiar mask. A plague doctor mask to be precise. There was little doubt in the hunter's mind that he had just run into one of the Halloween creatures. Was it a he or she? He couldn't tell. It also had what looked like a few of its metal feathers at hand.

Right now, he couldn't be sure if it was a hostile, so the hunter just stayed where he was, watching. He summoned Tooley just in case, however. He mostly didn't want to be caught off his guard. At the same time, he didn't want to startle the creature. Because of this, he managed to keep his mouth shut too.  

[Sosiqui]

When Deryk turned, Malodore caught the movement; immediately, the plague doctor turned as well, plucking one bladed feather free and drawing its arm back as if to throw. "Who-"

- The stranger's appearance answered the question for it. A wave of anger rose, and for a moment Malodore was speechless, so great and overwhelming was the sudden fury flooding its entire being. A Hunter. A Hunter. At last-  

[Sosiqui]

The plague doctor let fly with its feathers immediately, sending the sharp blades slicing towards the white-coated figure. "You," it hissed, all its usual composure and calm completely gone.

"You took her from me!"

HP: 50/50
Damage: 7  

[Blade Kuroda]

Deryk sort of smiled nervously as the creature noticed him. Stepping out, he slowly approached, still a little uncertain of this one. He was going to say something, but hostile was a bit of an understatement for the one he was with right now.

"AAAH!" he cried out as he suddenly took a volley of metal feathers. Ok. This was not a friendly plague doctor. Nope. Not one that would heal him or provide him poisons. Come to think of it, there was one enemy plague doctor in Brotherhood. Uh.. what was its name again? Oh right.

"Woah! Slow down Malfatto!" he said while making a lunge for it with Tooley to try and maybe knock some sense or something into it. Maybe a smack would help it snap out of this.. frenzy. With the whole accusing him of something he had no clue what it was talking about.

"I didn't take anyone! Who you talking about? What you talking about?!"

HP: 43
Damage: 10
Charge: 1/3  

[Sosiqui]

Malodore felt the blow, but it did not care - it reared back, funneling its FEAR into its wings, determined to end this as soon as possible-

And then the Hunter said its name, or almost, and Malodore paused, the FEAR it had gathered harmlessly dissipating as it stared at the Hunter. "Not quite," it snapped, sweeping one wing around defensively.


HP: 40/50
Damage: 0
Fear Used: Y2  

[Blade Kuroda]

"Not quite what?"

It didn't really strike him that he might not have gotten its name right. It was just a spur of a moment thought really. Deryk didn't strike just yet, but he kept the hidden blade out before him defensively.

"Not.. not sure why so angry. But. Didn't take anyone. Wrong person. Not me. J-just on patrol. So. Uh. Calm down. Please? Plague doctors supposed to heal right? Not cause injury.. right? ... Right?"

HP: 43
Damage: n/a
Charge: 1/3  

[Sosiqui]

"Mi dispiace, but I don't heal Hunters," Malodore snapped, swishing its tail such that its tailblade landed in its hands. Holding its own tail like a dagger, it lunged at the Hunter, wanting nothing more than to pin him to the floor and enjoy a slow, methodical, and above all painful exploration of the human's internal organ structure.

How dare he. How dare he even suggest such a thing.

HP: 40/50
Damage: 13
Fear Used: Y2  

[Blade Kuroda]

"ACK!"

The blade of the doctor's tail cut into him. That would have been bad news if it weren't for Tooley. It was thanks to her that he wasn't bleeding all over the floor right about now. Granted, it did manage to bite into his flesh a little. It just wasn't as bad as it could have been.

he noted mentally.





Biting his lip for a moment, Deryk lunged forth, stabbing out with the hidden blade. He was going to have to fight it here.

"Look. Notsure what your problem is Malfatto. Just on patrol. Not looking for fight. This really necessary? Calm down. Please?"

HP: 30
Damage: 12
Charge: 2/3  

[Sosiqui]

The Hunter's blade left behind a line of sharp pain, and now-torn robes and bandages dangled from Malodore's side. Still, it did not relent, pivoting to slam into the Hunter again. The plague doctor's wings came around in a sweep, feathers pointed like thorns, as if to trap the Hunter in a cage of sharp metal.

And it still had its tailblade out, seeking a soft place in the Hunter's gut.

"Would somebody miss you?" it sighed, voice sounding calmer than before - creepily so, actually. "Who would miss you if you fell, Hunter?"

HP: 28/50
Damage: 19
Fear Used: Y2  

[Blade Kuroda]

The wings weren't too bad on their own. Deryk would have to move through them carefully, but it wasn't something too bad. However, before he could do anything of that nature, he felt the tailblade plunge into him. Wincing, the hunter shuddered as the feel of the metal cutting him in multiple locations didn't feel too good.

Tooley hummed quietly, reminding him that she would protect him. Even so, this hurt. Slowly, he opened his eyes to meet with the doctor's shuddering at its words. The doctor seemed very intent on killing him. And he still didn't know why.

"A couple probably. But. Not gonna die here. Not today. Not like this. Not to some creepy courtesan killer person thing."

Ok that last part was sort of imposed onto Mal, seeing how Deryk just sort of swapped this plague doctor with the templar one found in Assassin's creed. But still.

Gritting his teeth, the hunter brought his hand up and tried to shove it away from him, blade first.

HP: 11
Damage: 8
Charge: 3/3  

[Sosiqui]

The hand came up - and Malodore, opening its beak in a smile, swept the tailblade around, ignoring the rasp of the Hunter's blade on its own bloodmetal. "An incorrect hypothesis, I think," it said, almost dreamlike. The cage of its wings closed around them both.

... and it felt something change, some vestige of FEAR that had been surrounding the Hunter shatter and fall away as it was besieged by bladed feathers. The Hunter's hand, still outstretched... yes, what a lovely target. The tailblade went through one finger, grinding for a moment against bone before finding purchase with a highly unpleasant snap; as the bone's resistance shattered, the tailblade swept up, nicking the Hunter's face as it finished its arc.

"I have always wanted one of these," Malodore said, unfurling its wings and shoving the Hunter backwards before picking up the fallen digit.


HP: 20/50
Damage: 14
Fear Used: Y2  

[Blade Kuroda]

Deryk flinched again as the wings came in around him, and he felt Tooley's protection shatter in an instant. This was bad. Very bad. He needed to get out of here immediately. Before he could retract his hand, he felt cold steel hit it. the cut had been rather clean and as a result he didn't immediately feel any pain. However, the breaking of the bone quickly changed that. Letting out a cry, he was just recoiling back when the blade sliced upwards across his lips as well.

Hitting the ground after being shoved away, the hunter clutched onto his hand, where he quickly noticed that he was now missing his left ring finger. He was also bleeding a lot from that bloody stump.

"DeusExMachina!"he cried out as he quickly grabbed onto his pendant with his right hand to get the hell out of there while he still had the chance.  

[Sosiqui]

Still smiling, Malodore advanced on the fallen Hunter - but he cried out a strange incantation and vanished before the plague doctor could get any closer. "Merde," Malodore hissed, grinding its beak together before taking a few steps back to lean against the nearest wall.

Without an immediate target, that sharp, visceral rage began to ebb, leaving Malodore feeling drained. It closed its eyes for a moment. It had been like being back on the remains of the Four Isles again, except this time it had had power, and used it freely, and won...

... but it hadn't brought Riley back, had it?

The plague doctor sighed, quietly. Now that the overwhelming anger was leaving it, it felt rather astonished at its own behavior. Everything had felt so crystal clear - it had been so certain that taking the life of a Hunter would somehow feel redemptive, cleansing. Healing.

Well, it had taken the finger of a Hunter, anyway. It opened its hand and stared at the severed digit, moving to sit down. Taking the sample away would only result in its dissipation, it knew. It would have to examine its prize here and now, and learn what it could... if there was anything to learn.

But a good dissection always calmed it. And the finger was still warm. It so loved a fresh sample...

Quietly, Malodore pulled out its tools, laying the finger down on the floor and hunching over it. It would learn, it would regain its control over itself, and it would return home.

Eventually.