Did you see the drunk faerie? (open)

(Character: Amaya October Ouroboros

OOC: My plan for this thread is she's drunk, yes, and whether somebody tries to come and stop her from doing something stupid like setting the barn on fire or try to take advantage of her or put her in some kind of dangerous situation, at the end of the thread, I'm planning on having Pierce come in and start a fight with whomever is interacting with her. Yes, there will probably be angst, and at the end of the thread, if another member of staff shows up to break up the party because of the fires from the molotovs, she'll probably be ordered to attend AA meetings. Anyways.

Max of four posters, please, including me, two or three preferred. I intend for Amaya to remain drunk throughout most of this entire thread, even if she does regain some measure of sobriety.)

It had been three days since Amaya came out of her coma brought about by her "condition". Sure, she was perfectly healthy, for the most part, she had just exerted herself too much physically and her body had just about shut itself down in response. Some physical exercise was fine. In fact, it was great for her. But going berserker like that again? Off-limits. So, that meant even just randomly beating the shit out of somebody was now beyond her. She could live with that.

What she couldn't live with as much was that when she woke up Pierce was gone. Pierce was basically her father, the way she saw it. Never mind their fucked-up history, he was the one who raised her, and he was the one who gave her an actual life. Pierce was her father. And when she woke up, he had abandoned her. Four days, and no word from him. She'd been starting to wallow in depression again, but then she went around the corner of the dorms and found a student smuggling some booze into the dorms. They knew she was school staff. She knew they weren't supposed to have it. They struck a deal: wherever they were going, as long as it was on the campus grounds, Amaya would go with, and she would be allowed to drink as much alcohol as she wanted. They agreed.

There were two problems with that. The first problem was they were on their way to a party in the school sports fields, near the stables. There were going to be a lot of people there, and even more drugs and alcohol. Lots. The second problem, and this was probably the bigger issue, was that Amaya was an alcoholic.

She'd swapped her normal shirt for one that had almost no back, and she was in her Dark Faerie form when she got there, with her black and purple butterfly wings coming out of her back and her four antennae in their four individual colors. As soon as she'd arrived she'd went straight for the alcohol and started smoking some marijuana before going and leaning against the barn, taking in the situation. Empty barn, at least thirty, maybe as many as fifty students, three different bonfires, a lot of haybales in the barn, a couple of benches on the sides of the barn, a few lawn chairs, and a looot of drugs and alcohol. She didn't like people very much, she just wanted to drink, but more importantly, she wanted to drown her more recent memories and forget about life and existence in general for a little bit. The night might have gone better for her if the drink she'd grabbed a bottle of hadn't been tequila.

The music they were playing was a mixture of songs composed of hard rock and heavy metal. It wasn't too long before she somebody came up to her and pulled her by the hand over to a table with some shots and got her to try some. They also had her try a couple of pills which, to somebody who knew their drugs (and she didn't) these were ecstasy. So, in her system now was a mix of drugs, tequila, rum, vodka, beer, and a couple other types of alcohol, including two that had been mixed with energy drinks.

Aside from dancing a little, Amaya wound up getting involved in a couple of drinking games. Darts, using a nailgun pointed at the side of the barn. She entered a drinking competition with a student, winning by just a little, drinking through a hose the fastest. She did drunken beanbags for a little. That's about the time Amaya made of couple of molotov cocktails and started a competition between about three or four people to see how far they could toss their flaming explosive. While none of the fires spread, soon there were small explosions and mini-fires all over the horse track. Amaya was screeching and howling just as loud as the rest of the people acting like wild animals.

Next came body shots from a girl's stomach. Three people went before Amaya, and then when it was her turn, she did the shot first and then frenched the woman she just did a shot off of. A couple minutes later, a guy tried to do the same thing to her. She pulled out a tazer and stuck it between his legs. After that she broke a glass bottle and used it to shave his head (luckily, the guy wasn't cut). The guy was then stripped down by partygoers and tied to a tree where he was pretty much forgotten about. Amaya then played a game where she stuck her arm in a fire for a bit, until it started to burn a little, and then did another shot. Somebody else challenged her to a drinking contest, and even though she won again, this time, a couple guys dumped a few bottles of beer over her head in celebration.

By this time she was completely soaked and people were beginning to pass out. Over the course of the night, she hadn't stopped drinking, and she'd been fed a couple more "mints" (ecstasy) and was still running high, although she was so drunk and so high she could barely keep upright, couldn't talk straight, and the entire world was spinning around her. But what did she care? She was having fun. She was wandering around drinking for a few more minutes before somebody came up and tried to take the bottle away from her. She'd screeched in rage, punched them in the face four or five times, talked them, and sat on them hitting them probably another ten or twelve times before she grabbed the nearest bottle, downed it, and grabbed another one, still walking. She knew she had blood on her knuckles now, but she had already forgotten how it'd gotten there.

She somehow found herself in the barn, the bottle in her left hand, hanging loose in her hand as she leaned back using the support pole of the barn as a stand, her feet slightly apart because she couldn't stand up straight, and with a roll f marijuana in her mouth, held between her teeth. She had a lighter in her right hand, was trying to light the weed cigarette, and somehow realized she was drunk enough to have forgotten her own name but didn't really care.

Fun was fun, right?

(OOC: Red said she'd join the thread in a little bit, too, but for now I'll go on as normal til she joins. I'll type out what Amaya says in english, mostly, and then I'll let you decide what you can hear of her words or how slurred they are. Also, Amaya is banned from leaving school grounds as terms of her being a groundskeeper/part-time teacher's aide, XD)

After several attempts, Amaya finally had gotten her weed lit, just as somebody came in and greeted her. She jumped, dropping the lighter onto the floor, where it broke, amidst some loose straws of hay. She'd already forgotten about it, though, as she took a puff of her roll and blew a smoke cloud toward the person who had greeted her. At the moment, she was seeing three of the person. She raised her hands up, sloshing out some of the two-thirds bottle of vodka, mostly on herself, and she smiled, her eyes wide from the ecstasy she'd taken earlier, which was still in effect. Her mind was more than a little muddled, not really sure where she was anymore, whether she was in a Moon Worship celebration with the Dark Faerie tribe of her youth, where they would kill and eat a human from the local village, if she was in a gathering and party from the old days with the Crescent Scorpions, her band of murderers and thieves, or in the present day where it was just some kind of party she didn't really know what it was celebrating. "Ehhhy, kids shudnt be here. Kids are too young. Orgies are for adult Fey only, kids aren't allowed." She laughed, then started giggling, then tried to take a step forward and fell onto her knees, where she sat laughing for a little, taking out her cig for a moment to down some more vodka, which she wiped on her bare arm. Her butterfly wings flapped a little as she was drunk, and then she paused before smoking some more, flicking off the cigarette, nearly missing stating a hay bale on fire.

She then seemed to notice the kid again. "Heeey, its kidzz. Want some candy, kidzz? It makes feel good lotsa happy." She laughed, and then after three attempts to put her hand in her side pocket on her left leg, she pulled out a small plastic bag of ecstasy from her side pocket. She didn't realize her tazer, mini-roll of duct tape, and book of matches came out and fell on the ground around her. She held out the baggie toward the kid, though she was seeing at least four of the same person, though it didn't quite register in her head. "Good candy, kidz, happy make feel." She laughed, then dropped the candy and after a couple of failed attempts she managed to stand back up on her feet again.

Somebody showed up in the door, saying, "Hey, Amaya, teach, I think you've had-SHI-" he ducked and escaped the doorway just as Amaya screeched in rage threw the glass bottle at his head, which missed by several feet and hit the door, shattering and spraying alcohol all over the place.

Amaya took another puff of her weed and blew a smoke ring, muttering angrily, "Fuck you, havent killed nobody or knife games played or set fire to flesh this time, I'ma good girl, just need girl for bed, dohn wanna be 'lone." Amaya sighed, then stumbled around, and for the third time she set eyes on the kid. This time, she confused her for somebody else: a cat-girl, from India, that she used to be married to, when they first met.

"Heeey, 'Shikee, yora kid 'gain, cute li'l kid, yur so innicent..." Amaya giggled, then fell down again, sittign on her butt with her legs apart, her wings glowing black for a second before changing to black angel's wings and folding against her shoulders as Amaya laid back against a hay bale. "Love ya, 'Shiki, know that, right? I sorry, I shuldina fucked out, I mean freaked out, tee hee, fucked out, hee hee, I'm sorry, I know, I got jealous and upse and I wanted ta kiss you, not stupid Scorpion...." Her hand was shaking, but she took another puff of weed, which was almost gone.

Her eyes were half open now and she seemed to daze out for a second before she realized the kid was still there. "Eeehhhyyy, a kid, waz your name, kid?"

(OOC: XD Amaya's not just Fae. She's a Dark Faerie, which is by nature a sadistic murdererous nymphomaniac that worships the moon at under the full moon.

Spoiler has a bit of lore on Amaya's specific type:


XDD)

Something was wrong. Even Amaya could feel it. Whatever that "candy" was she had taken, subconciously, her survival instincts she'd learned from years running with Darkness and the Crescent Scorpions were kicking in, trying to sober her up, trying to scream at her through the haze of the alcohol she'd consumed and the weed she'd been smoking. However, the ecstasy was also starting to work, though at a much slower rate. For one, she hadn't killed anybody yet. But, warmth was spreading through her body, she felt herself getting stupid and getting horny, feeling more like a Dark Faerie than she had in years, rather than the person she'd become.

She felt her body getting warm, and her eyes started to go funny. What she didn't know was that the ecstasy was starting to make them dialate, making her seem a bit bug-eyed. The black angel's wings she'd turned her butterfly wings into snapped themselves straight out, and Amaya, starting to sweat a little, giggled as she turned her hands into their lethal black talons, grabbing the fabric and ripping it straight off, then having her talons become hands again. She was still wearing a bra, and she'd ripped her shirt down the middle, so now it hung in tatters, the shoulders still intact. She giggled and nearly fell over backward.

(OOC: I assume red means it's Cross Stark?)

When the werewolf came in, her vision was swimming already, so she couldn't see the eye color, but she saw the red hair, and like the other person, her survival instincts she'd made herself get ingrained into her system were forcing her mind, slowly, into as straight and sober a path they could manage, grabbing anything that might seem familiar and trying to make Amaya's mind realize she was in danger. Consciously, however, she was still drunk and feeling very stupid, though her words were slightly more clear, enough to be understood.

"Reeeku!!! Puppy!" She giggled, then collapsed onto her ankles. "And 'Shiki! Wow! Isn't this cool? It's like, we're all here, and it's, like, a gathering, and-" Amaya snorted and rolled to her side a little- "Ohmigosh, I think we're alone, right?" She laughed, then rolled onto her back and stuck her butt up in the air and wagged it. "Heeey... Rekku.... I'm horny. I'm so horny. Don't tell daddy, kay? I wanna fuck, but I'm, see, I'm having a little trouble and I need some help. Maybe you can help? Rekku, I wanna be naked, but my wings are in the way. Maybe you can help while I lick 'Shiki?" She giggled, then fell over n her side and motioned to Cheeto with a grin. "Shiki, come here, I wanna eat and I wanna fuck, and, see, and I don't wanna girl I dunno. Shiiikiii..." Amaya snorted and giggled again, almost rolling into a ball because she couldn't control her laughing. It seemed to take half a minute, but then she turned her hands into talons again and ripped through her pants, first the belt, then the waist, pushing them down to her ankles and revealing her one tattoo, the Crescent Scorpion mark, on the outside of her lower left leg, before she turned on her hands and knees and looked back at the tall, muscular man. She still had underwear on, but she wagged her butt in the air and giggled, "Rekku's just a little puppy. Does the puppy wanna do doggy?"


(OOC: Pierce will get to the barn in a post or a few, when I decide he's ready. It's a good idea if he DOESN'T take out his seal.)

Pierce's eyebrow twitched. He'd been about to light up and pop out a bottle of absinthe when he'd got a call from one of the punks he occasionally toked up with in the graveyard. They wanted some of his special weed he got from the dryads. He'd told them to fuck off. They'd begged and asked him how many times he'd ever gotten a chance to score with a drunk faerie. He'd told them he was on his way there immediately and if the idiot was still there his corpse would be fed to wolves. Pierce didn't make idle threats like that.

When he'd gotten there, the kid was gone, and he'd caught sight of Amaya for a second, her butterfly wings out, but by the time he'd gotten through the crowds to where she'd been, she was gone. His eyebrow twitching, he'd almost grabbed the bars in his left arm and yanked them out, but he wasn't desperate enough for that, not yet. It would be the worst possible idea to unseal his powers. People would die. Especially since Amaya was there. The darkness of her heart would give his unsealed form far too much power, and he'd had no doubt at least half these people would die if he took out his seal. Still, it was self-restraint only that held him back, and, gnashing his teeth a little, he set out through the crowds trying to find his adopted daughter, swearing to himself that if anybody was trying to do anything to her, life was about to become very unpleasant for them.

(OOC: Pierce has been wandering around unaging for over a thousand years and is a creature of unknown species or origin. He can be considered a contruct or a golem, perhaps, and for smell he'd probably smell like the shadows of people's hearts under the heavy stench of weed and booze: fear, anger, anxiety, doubt, sadness, loss, the thought a person has done something wrong, murder, lies, pain, etc., etc. He once was called "Darkness" because people didn't know what he was or what else to call him and they were scared of his unknown powers.)

(OOC: sorry for the length, lemme know if it needs to be changed at all. I do kinda want some feedback on how I did between their interaction if at all possible.)

Amaya was just sober enough her fear of guys, or more specifically, personal contact with guys, was kicking in. As soon as his fingers brushed her wing, she moaned, "Ahhhnnn..." and that was just enough to push her into the last few stages of forcing herself back into sobriety, or at least enough to be functional. With a shock as she realized what was happening, she screamed and kicked backward and rolled o her side as quickly as she could, rolling to a kneeling position with the opening to the barn and the party on her left with nothing between her and the door, where she used her talons to cut off the last remnants of her pants while breathing heavily. "Holy shit..." She could run if needed, but with her hands turned to talons, she felt she could afford a few seconds of rest. Naturally, she should have known better- that's when things go to hell.

Pierce had confirmed he wasn't seeing her out in the open, and had been on his way to check the less visible areas. He'd been approaching the barn when he'd heard a scream, and he ran up just after Amaya had ripped her pants off. He took one look at her, one look at the large werewolf, and jumping to conclusions, with a nasty snarl he reached over and ripped one of the four metal bars out his arm. As soon as he did, the other four shot out of his arm as well, embedding themselves into the barn door, red runes glowing brightly on them beyond the soaked red coloring from the inside of his arm. Pierce dropped the Seal Bar he was holding just before his body imploded and he dissolved into a swirling mass of darkness for a moment before reforming.

When his new form spread its butterfly wings, the cloud of shadows dispersed. Standing there barefoot, flapping black and purple butterfly wings, wearing the pants of a black martial arts dogi and as for a top only a black leather bikini that left her back open and unprotected for her wings was a mirror image of Amaya. Except this was was smirking rather arrogantly, and had a much worse feel to her as darkness radiated off of her. She flapped her wings and flew up in the air, and this form of Amaya made it clear that she still had her magic.

Amaya's eyes widened as she saw what form Pierce's unsealed powers had taken, whose heart's darkness he'd been made to be a mirror of, and she knew she was fucked. There was simply no other way to put it. The thing before her was no longer Pierce. It was just a mass of magical energy defined by her own negative feelings and emotions that acted and spoke only as the dark side of her heart told it to. It had no will of its own. Somehow, knowing that made it worse for her.

The flying Amaya hovered a little closer, looking down at the real Amaya crouching there in her underwear with talons exposed. "Ragnarok the Death Witch, Ice Princess of the Crescent Scorpions, Queen of the Curse and Mistress of the Reaper. How the mighty have fallen. Does your existence even have a reason anymore, or are you just bringing even more pain and suffering to the undeserving innocent masses?"

Amaya gulped, and she felt cold sweat start running down her back. Her eyes were wide with fear. As steadily as she could, she called out to the other people in the barn, without looking at them, "You should run now. This thing was made to hunt down and kill anything without a pure soul by using glorified psychological warfare and reflecting your own negative emotions back at yourself. The more you want to fight it, or the more bad shit you think you've done, the stronger it gets. A monster, made to kill monsters, that targets any impure soul. Unless you know how to kill an idea, or you know Orion's Binding Mantra, it's a very good idea to run now."

Ragnarok threw her head back and laughed. "You, trying to save somebody? How pathetically[/] weak! You're supposed to be a murderess, for fuck's sack, Amaya, not somebody's bleeding-heart little bitch! Do you really think it'll atone for the people you've massacred? How naive. I see your fear, and you're right. You never were good enough to be a Scorpion. Darkness knew it, too. Why else do you think he loved Ishiki and Levia-tahn more? You're pathetically weak, little baby faerie, and a real assassin, that's something you could never be. You're too soft. A person like you should have just gone and crawled into a hole and killed yourself. Now your existence has no meaning, and you're wasting my valuable time to have to track you down and kill you. Honestly. You never could do what must be done, so why don't you just stay still and let me end you? You can thank the devil for this favor. Fates know a bitch like you will never even get to the human's heaven. Without your one redeeming quality, without your magic, you're not even worth half as much as they are. Buh-bye now." With a cackle, Ragnarok, the Amaya-clone with magic, pointed one finger at Amaya and blasted a mass of shadows at her.

When one lives most of their life around magical monsters who violently murder people for a living, like to get wasted, and like to fuck anything that moves, there are three things a person must learn if they are to avoid becoming a victim. They must learn to sober up fast, they must learn to assess threats subconsciously, and most importantly, they have to learn to fight while drunk. None of them came easy for Amaya, but she had learned them eventually, and when the killing blow came flying at her, the third requiem kicked in and she entered a sort of autopilot drunken warrior woman mode.

With her face completely blank the entire time, Amaya dodged the blow by darting forward from her crouch, Amaya used the momentum and her talons to jump up and hook her talons right through the lower legs of the low-flying fake and from there flipped herself into a ball and out again, slamming her feet into the imposter's back while ripping out her talons sideways, taking out the fake's tendons at the same time. As the two of them landed, Amaya rushed to the fake before the fake could get up and used her talons to step into the legs of Ragnarok again, yanking Ragnarok's body toward Amaya, who used her talons to rip shreds into Ragnarok's wings, burying them into the fake's back and pulling, causing deep gouges and the body to be flipped. The fake's arm came up to try and counter, but Amaya impaled it with one hand and used her other to slam five sharp points straight through the center of Ragnarok's throat. Then, she pulled out her talons and backed up a couple steps, panting a little as she looked at the bloody corpse.

It lay there for maybe ten seconds, then got to its feet. Amaya's eyes bugged out; Ragnarok merely laughed. "Ohhh, I know that technique. It's your last-ditch effort, right? 'Don't think. Don't feel. Fuck survival. Just anticipate, react, and respond. Your only purpose is to kill your enemy.' Well, honey, clearly you can't even do that right. See, I'm what they call a mass of magic, which means physical attacks might tear me and your claws might make me a little bloody, but since my body doesn't actually exist and only serves to get into your head, you can cut me as many times as you want, I'll just keep getting back up. Obviously, you were too stupid to know that. So much for the great magical genius, hmm? You are clearly the most stupid being I have ever had the displeasure of fighting." Ragnarok cackled, and Amaya slumped down, feeling a little defeated. If she couldn't hurt its body, she couldn't win.

Ragnarok's wings fluttered, and she rose in the air again. "Oh? Did the sight of blood please you? Did it let you know you're doing a good job? Is that your little ounce of hope? Well, too bad, dearie-" Ragnarok flashed black for a second, and in a moment, there was no blood, and all her wounds were gone- "Since my body isn't real, and you're not squeamish, I see no reason to keep it around."

Ragnarok fluttered closer to Amaya, smirking. "So. Tell me, Amaya. Is this how your mother felt? Right after she watched her boyfriend tear her husband to pieces. Right as she watched her boyfriend and her daughter abandon her to die. Oh? What's that you're thinking? 'Oh, I was kidnapped, it wasn't my fault, I couldn't save you, I was too weak.' But that's just a lie, now isn't it? A pathetic mistruth you keep telling yourself, over and over again. You could have asked him to stay. You could have asked him to save your mother. You knew full well he was strong then, but you did nothing. Secretly, you wanted to go with him, didn't you? You didn't want to be a Faerie. You didn't want to spend your life drinking and dancing and having sex, and you certainly didn't want to go around killing people, until they day they hunted you down and fucked you before they tortured you to death. Just like your cousin. Remember that? I sure do. Remember how they tied her to the tree? How they stabbed her, over and over again, with their silver? And yet you an your mother just sat there and let it happen. Pathetic. What kind of ungrateful little shit just abandons somebody to a long, slow process of death for hours and hours, just watching, hmm? Oh, I know. It's you. It's your fault. If you hadn't have been there, your mother could have saved her. But it was all your fault. You were weak then, and you were weak later. You've been nothing but a burden on your family. Right up until the day you and your so-called daddy returned to the tribe that you let kill your mother and slaughtered them all like pigs. Using your father's spellbooks to keep them alive and amplify their agony, you burned them alive, you tore out their magic, you tore off their wings and left them in a pit to starve, and you left them bound and paralyzed to be eaten alive by wolves and vultures. Oh, what a beautiful week that was, don't you think? You got to see all kinds of things you'd never seen before. Tsh. You are a horrible person, Amaya. You are one that should never have been born. A genetic cesspool like you who cursed the world and made it a far worse place is best served as a semen wastepipe for the trash of society. That's all you ever wound up being good for, now isn't it?"

A light came to Amaya's eyes. Anger. Ragnarok backed off and laughed, then burst into a ball of shadows and re-formed again, this time as a five-foot-four girl with caramel-colored skin, smooth as cream, wearing an entire black dogi and nothing but, not even any shoes, with a two-foot tail covered in black fur coming from behind her, with cat-ears instead of regular ears, and with dark chocolate eyes. She had six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot, but as his fingers and toes were slightly narrower than a normal person's, and her hands and feet were slightly wider, it wasn't something you would even notice unless you were looking for it. The girl was built like a professional gymnast or dancer. Amaya's mouth dropped, and all fight left her. "Ishiki...."

The false Ishiki smirked. "Hey, Mai-Mai. You saw me kissing Scorpion earlier, right? That wasn't a mistake. I lied. I've decided to marry her, because at least she can carry her weight on the battlefield. You? You're a joke. A nothing. Even Scorpion fights better than you, and she's just a human girl. Oh, sure, you can wave your hands and do some flashy stuff, but that takes too long to do, and in actual combat, I'm always having to save you. Always. The Death Witch? Puh-lease. You wouldn't be able to do shit if I wasn't stalling for you, and if it wasn't for my combat skills you'd be dead five minutes into any battle you've ever been in. You can't even be a waste of space- at least a waste of space doesn't try to get us killed by doing something she obviously has no aptitude for. Seriously, Mai-Mai. Why were you even born? I hate you, and I've always hated you, and I only married you out of pity. You were only ever just my little sex toy, helping to relieve stress after I did all the real work. You didn't really think I'd ever want you, did you? That anybody would ever want you? That's just stupid. You do nothing but cause pain and misery. You don't even deserve to exist. And when I kill you, and make this world a better place, nobody will miss you. Who could ever miss a monster who does nothing but kill people? Now die, Mai-mai. Die, and be alone for eternity. Your life never amounted to anything anyway." The fake Ishiki raised a hand and a ball of fire appeared in her hand. By this time, Amaya was pretty much just a crumpled, crying heap, waiting for her execution.

After Amaya had knocked down her opponent when it was still a copied image of her, a star-like orb shot out of the metal bar that Pierce had first pulled out, the one of the ground, which had a talisman attached to it with a snake on it. It flew to the nearest person and began ranting in a girl's voice, whether or not they could hear it. "Ugh! Damn it, Amaya, get some damned conviction! Seriously, learn to control your stupid thoughts! Talk about giving your enemies power, sheesh! All you have to do is grab that bar, declare 'By the light of Orion', spout some crap about overcoming your darkness, and say you're binding the damn thing! The runes will glow red! All four bars will launch themselves into that moron and seal his stupid ass! I promise you they will, I've seen it done! And you have no magic, so why am I even saying this? You can't even see me right now, can you, stupid girl? Ugh, why do I even bother trying? At least if you had magic you could hurt the thing! Ugh! This is stupid! I can't let that stupid thing wander around freely, not in this day and age! Time for Snake to go save the day again by finding somebody who can hear me! Ugh, if I miss my shows I am sooooo going to kill Wikkie for this! 'Oh, let's go save the alcoholic druggie faerie from having sex, what could possibly go wrong?' DUMBASS!!!" With that, the star-like orb flew off out of the barn.