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itsarachnophobia:

His expression was caught by her expertly woven eyes, her head tilted upwards to make sure she may have a good look at him. No doubt, this was the last thing she expected. And it could be briefly seen in her expression before she began to regain herself.

” … “

For the both of them, it was miraculous that she was alive. But for her, it was unknown at the time that he had perished just as she did. The woman stared, studying the other just as he had been. One thing that would be certain, however, that her irritation from before would be dulled considerably if she had known that fact. It would be useless getting angry, a misguided attempt, really, if she had known. 

Since she didn’t, however, her irritation was clearly shown by the slow crease of her brows. 

Despite the fact that she had thought herself to be safe, having the protection she needed through various individuals, an impenetrable wall, the last brick needed was off else where. It was an understatement to say that she wasn’t aware of how it was going to turn out at that point in time, and it was very clear when her gaze entwined with the young girl’s as the outcome was revealed.

No, she most certainly not was angry.

No, she wasn’t.

Her knees began to buckle, once more, the cease of movement causing a malfunction and threatening to make her fall. An exact occurrence of the scene that started it all. Considering that her previous form, well, had no form, in essence it would take her some time before getting used to having legs to use beneath her. 

Amidst the silence, the chainsaw merely waited, simply waited like he always had; having waited for eight hundred years. He didn't act. Not when he was around her-- he couldn't act on his own when he was around her-- unless he wanted to receive a scolding for bad manners; he'd much rather just her follow orders. It was rather curious how he let himself become a child in her presence, but of course, it wasn't something he was consciously aware of.

Beginning to get impatient with the silence, he glanced away. He ought to break this air, right? Was he allowed to? Surely, he should stop overthinking things? It wasn't like him at all.

". . . "

". . .Y--"

--But before he could even attempt to begin speaking, the sudden movement of her body slinking toward the ground caught his eye immediately, which resulted in him darting forward instinctively. Only now recalling how it was unusual for her to have a form beneath that dress of hers, he mentally cursed himself for being so slow, and removed the distance between them instantly. He stood beside her now, arms hidden in oversized gloves floating near her figure to catch her if she fell forward or behind. He stared at her intently, concern temporarily written behind his eyes before a small smirk began to tug at the edge of his lips. This was real, she was real, he was real, and no matter what, he was going to do his job right this time around.

" --'the hell, Arachne?"

"Heh. Isn't this place a little dirty for your tastes?"

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lieselotte-resonance:

“w-what the heck is that!!”. Ascouer shouted out to no one in particular, her hands placed firmly over her ears. Just when she thought that she could finally get some shut-eye, a deafening noise immediately woke her up, removing any traces of drowsiness out of her system.

“Hey!! turn it down!”. Ascouer banged on the wall opposite her bed, hoping that this might alienate some of the noise the jerks on the other side of the wall were making. Despite her efforts however, the irritating noise went on and on; or more like maybe nobody really heard her because of it. Wait a sec….what is that really? It sorta sounded like….uh….a chainsaw, or that drill like machine construction workers use whenever they fix up anything the agents (Ascouer mostly) accidentally destroy on GTO’s HQ.

.…..wait a sec. Did that sound like a scream….? She listened more carefully, her ears pressed against the wall. Yup. She definitely heard a scream. Just what are these people doing at this hour?!

Ascouer stomped out of her room, ready to make a big noisy fuss at whomever was making that sound. Her violet eyes scanned the area, landing on a door a few meters away from her where the sound seems to be coming from. Wasting no time, she pushed open the door, her index finger pointing accusingly at the man. ” OI! Just what the heck are you doing at this hour!”.

Giriko couldn't even hear her attempts at quieting him down, and to be honest, if he had? He probably would have increased the noise just to spite her. Since he was obviously not interested in the opinions of others, he did whatever it is he liked without any fear of judgement.

It wasn't until that his door was pushed open that his chains began to slow down, the noise subsiding along with it. The human chainsaw cracked his neck, taking his precious time before he turned to face the loli with her finger outstretched in his direction. He snorted, not very amused by her pesky shouting.

"What do you think I'm tryin' to do!?" he retorted, raising his voice even though it wasn't necessary in the slightest. "I don't give a damn what time it is-- I don't have plans for stickin' around this shithole!"

Turning towards her, he bluntly stared her down before sneering at how small she was in comparison to him. It was funny, actually, her voice was almost just as annoying as the previous screeching of his chains. Still, she was just some little girl; at least she was daring enough to come into his room and try to stop him.

"Che, why don't you try coming back to my room in seven years?"

"Then I'll play with you."

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notastupidrabbit:

Alice, a floor below all of this, flinched at the sudden noise that very much sounded like screaming. What the hell was going on up there?! What kind of people were in this hotel, making an awful racket like that? People were trying to sleep!

The Chain sat up on her lumpy hotel bed, briefly noting that the desk in the corner had been flipped over and the ugly paintings on the wall were now on the floor. So things did fly around here of their own will. At least she’d been asleep when it happened; not so much now, thanks to whatever the hell was making that god awful noise.

“How dare anyone wake me up,” Alice said to herself in a dark voice, before her volume grew and she was yelling herself. “Who’s the asshole screaming like that?!”

She jumped up and ran out of the room, fully intending to find the source of the screeching noise and perhaps eat it or pummel it into the wall, whichever ended up being more logical. As she got closer to the source, it became unbearably loud, and she promptly kicked the door of the room it was coming from open with a BANG that was hardly audible over -

…was that a chainsaw?

“Hey, asshole! Why don’t you keep the volume down?!”

…that was definitely a chainsaw.

Of course, the demon chainsaw was much too distracted with his own unbearable attack against the hotel window to care-- or really even notice-- that anyone had stomped up to his room. His first thought didn't go to the consideration of others trying to sleep, he really only just gave a damn about getting out.

It was only when his chains suddenly stopped working, halting instantly for absolutely no reason, that the noise died down and he was able to hear his door being slammed open.

Completely confused as to why his powers had suddenly stopped against his will, he immediately assumed that it the fault of the woman who just kicked down his door. Naturally, he didn't reply to a single thing she was yelling about, and instead replied to her question with a question of his own.

"What the hell did you just do!?"

"Quit your bitchin', I'm trying to get out and you canceling my powers doesn't help, get it? Stop doin' whatever magic shit you're pullin' or I'll break your pretty, little face."

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itsarachnophobia:

An unsophisticated tug of her shoulders that spiraled downward, cranking her joints into place as she began to slowly move her body in a seemingly hypnotic motion.

Crank, crack, twirl, shake, and the bones were in place as well her soul within the mimicry of her last vessel.

Why was she here … the question ran through her head as she began to stir on the bed— never up to par, it was— her delicate body moving upwards as she supported herself, a bit groggy as a headache began to pound.

The room itself was not satisfactory, none of it was. She couldn’tsleep in such a room— the brief question as to how she arrived was answered swiftly. ” …. ” that tiny fragment left behind, or perhaps the shady building she was drawn to in defeat ..

.. the key in her hand before landing on the bed in utter exhaustion. 

Porcelain skin contrasted to the dark dyed sheets that she laid on. From what she knew— what she gathered, she was alone. Because of that filthy little br— composure. 

Composure.

— she was ridden of her resources that had been gathered for the past eight hundred years. Save for, what seemed to be, one thing.

Needless to say, she was intrigued and at the same time pleased as to what it may be.

With the offhanded tug off the bed, and a instinct that she intended on discovering, she made way into the hallway, her knees buckling every now and then due to the weight of her form, and off to bide her time, doing what came natural to her. 

Simply gather into her web.

Either this hotel was a freakish maze in disguise, or he was dumber with directions than he thought. Two days had gone by and the demon weapon had tried to memorize the layout of the place, only to find that what was once left of his room one day was now down the hall and up a floor.

"To hell with this." he snorted, rolling his eyes in agitation. No sooner was he about to turn back and call it a damned day, did his eyes spy a figure he knew all too well.

Staring bluntly at her form, the chainsaw couldn't help but to believe he was hallucinating. Shit, he didn't even remember drinking that much-- not a single drop since he'd arrived, in fact-- but to tell himself that the queen of heretics herself was standing before him seemed to be the last thing he ought to believe.

No matter how much he wanted to.

Giriko began to ponder silently, left completely speechless. Now let's see, he was alive when he shouldn't have been and she was right in front of him when she shouldn't have been, so what the hell was going on?

" . . . "

Suddenly shoving logic aside, a new thought came to mind-- would she be angry with him? During the time when she was killed, the demon weapon had been slouched over a couch pathetically sleeping throughout the entire war; when she had needed him to defend her the most, he had been drugged up and knocked out cold because of two cute faces.

Alive or not, he was unworthy to even stand in her presence.

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An eerie silence lingered in the hotel more often than not, most residents feeling no rush or need to exert themselves to escape or even make some noise. The man would have commented on how excruciatingly dull it was, but he was a bit busy doing something else.

( WhhhRRRRRRRRRRR.... )

The sound of an engine soon broke the previous muteness, the human chainsaw literally trying to slice up his room's window in an attempt to cut out an escape from the prison hotel. At this point in time, his disturbance sounded as if there were an entire group of construction workers tearing down his room. Even with his efforts however, the window proved to stand strong. ... Somehow.

"The fuck is this stuff made of--!? 

"Che, guess I'm going to have to step it up a notch."

In no more than a few seconds, the speed of the chains accelerated to twice their original velocity, producing a high-pitched screech far beyond any nails on a chalkboard could create. 

( RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE...!! )

In fact, the sound was so ridiculously loud and rambunctious, that it could easily be mistaken for a horrifyingly human shriek. 

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gospeloftheclown said: (( Moe Giriko is moe ))

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