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Still fighting to regulate her breathing, Altanis jerked and jolted where she sat. Scrambling and thrashing about to try and find her bearings.
It was cold now, and dark; only faint moonlight streaming in through a window gave any illumination at all to the scene. Some kind of small old storage shed, or other similarly dilapidated building. How repulsive.
A shuddering cough projected a wad of phlegm and blood from her throat, splattering onto the ground before her as she slowly pushed herself upright. She quickly deduced that she was not alone, in no small part thanks to the half-breathless squeak of "what the fuck" that came from nearby. Shaking her head to clear the dust of a brush with death from her thoughts, the hellspawn slowly looked over the room to find the source of the noise...and settled on it after only a moment.
"You," she hissed, through bared teeth. "Still alive, in spite of everything, I see..."
"Th-That's my line, you..." the mechanic sputtered, her face ghost-white in the dim light. "...you were dead. Like, not even just unconscious or passed out from shock or pain or something; you were dead-dead!" She jerked one arm up, pointing and jabbing her finger toward the gingerly straightening form of the centaur. "You were cold, no pulse, not breathing, nothing! So how..." She faltered momentarily, her arm shaking as she swallowed her own words. "...how are you..." And she trailed off helplessly, just waving an arm limply in the demon's general direction.
"Hmph...how, indeed..." Altanis murmured, slowly lifting an arm to stare at her hand. Still smeared with her own blood, and now also covered in a thorough layer of desert sand and dust. "You are not wrong. I died, quite surely." Her hand drifted up to where she had been shot through the head, her sharp nails delicately brushing across the skin of her forehead...and finding no trace of the gaping bullet wound. "Whatever the reason, however...it seems my strength is restored."
"What do you mean?" Joey straightened up slightly, sitting up on one knee and shuffling back away from the other waking occupant of the dingy little shed.
"When you found me before, I was...injured. Weak. It was all I could do to stand and travel with you." She clicked her tongue, waving her hand slightly as a dim swirl of dark smoke crawled over her body. The layers of filth; dust, dirt, sand, grime and blood slowly peeled away, like something reptilian shedding an old layer of skin. "Using any of my power at all was...taxing. And it nearly broken me entirely to manage even getting us past that gate. Now, however..." She trailed off, and flicked her fingertips toward the wall. The layers of filth she had peeled away from herself splattered against it, leaving an ugly smear upon it.
She ran the clawed fingers of both hands through her long mane of hair, and rose up to her full height. "That is no longer the case. As ignominious as my untimely death may have been, it has inadvertently served a purpose, in that I return from it healed and strong again." She curled one hand into a tight fist, as face slowly split into a leering, vicious grin. "And I saw things, in my death dreams...heard things...learned things. Things which have given me purpose, and no reason at all to remain in this place."
"So, wait, hold up a sec here..." Joey brushed at her face with one grimy, gloved hand. "...you just...die, and then wake up like nothin' happened, suddenly right as fuckin' rain, and...now you got some big thing to go do?"
"Precisely. These ingrates upon this mountain...they are little more than a symptom of some other problem." She slowly swept her arm out in a lazy gesture. "This entire world...and apparently others beyond it, is effected. Under siege, by an entity called...Darkseid."
In the shadows, there was a faint twitch of movement. Slowly, a humanoid shadow stirred, and the silvery moonlight glittered against the blue of their eyes in the dark.
It was cold now, and dark; only faint moonlight streaming in through a window gave any illumination at all to the scene. Some kind of small old storage shed, or other similarly dilapidated building. How repulsive.
A shuddering cough projected a wad of phlegm and blood from her throat, splattering onto the ground before her as she slowly pushed herself upright. She quickly deduced that she was not alone, in no small part thanks to the half-breathless squeak of "what the fuck" that came from nearby. Shaking her head to clear the dust of a brush with death from her thoughts, the hellspawn slowly looked over the room to find the source of the noise...and settled on it after only a moment.
"You," she hissed, through bared teeth. "Still alive, in spite of everything, I see..."
"Th-That's my line, you..." the mechanic sputtered, her face ghost-white in the dim light. "...you were dead. Like, not even just unconscious or passed out from shock or pain or something; you were dead-dead!" She jerked one arm up, pointing and jabbing her finger toward the gingerly straightening form of the centaur. "You were cold, no pulse, not breathing, nothing! So how..." She faltered momentarily, her arm shaking as she swallowed her own words. "...how are you..." And she trailed off helplessly, just waving an arm limply in the demon's general direction.
"Hmph...how, indeed..." Altanis murmured, slowly lifting an arm to stare at her hand. Still smeared with her own blood, and now also covered in a thorough layer of desert sand and dust. "You are not wrong. I died, quite surely." Her hand drifted up to where she had been shot through the head, her sharp nails delicately brushing across the skin of her forehead...and finding no trace of the gaping bullet wound. "Whatever the reason, however...it seems my strength is restored."
"What do you mean?" Joey straightened up slightly, sitting up on one knee and shuffling back away from the other waking occupant of the dingy little shed.
"When you found me before, I was...injured. Weak. It was all I could do to stand and travel with you." She clicked her tongue, waving her hand slightly as a dim swirl of dark smoke crawled over her body. The layers of filth; dust, dirt, sand, grime and blood slowly peeled away, like something reptilian shedding an old layer of skin. "Using any of my power at all was...taxing. And it nearly broken me entirely to manage even getting us past that gate. Now, however..." She trailed off, and flicked her fingertips toward the wall. The layers of filth she had peeled away from herself splattered against it, leaving an ugly smear upon it.
She ran the clawed fingers of both hands through her long mane of hair, and rose up to her full height. "That is no longer the case. As ignominious as my untimely death may have been, it has inadvertently served a purpose, in that I return from it healed and strong again." She curled one hand into a tight fist, as face slowly split into a leering, vicious grin. "And I saw things, in my death dreams...heard things...learned things. Things which have given me purpose, and no reason at all to remain in this place."
"So, wait, hold up a sec here..." Joey brushed at her face with one grimy, gloved hand. "...you just...die, and then wake up like nothin' happened, suddenly right as fuckin' rain, and...now you got some big thing to go do?"
"Precisely. These ingrates upon this mountain...they are little more than a symptom of some other problem." She slowly swept her arm out in a lazy gesture. "This entire world...and apparently others beyond it, is effected. Under siege, by an entity called...Darkseid."
In the shadows, there was a faint twitch of movement. Slowly, a humanoid shadow stirred, and the silvery moonlight glittered against the blue of their eyes in the dark.
Beginning the Unmaking quest 'The Fleeing Masses' here.
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