[ The way I almost just want to respond 'I'm good' but I really do have to emphasise how much I actually FORCE Marcoh to talk for the sake of mg threads because otherwise he just wouldn't.
So, he doesn't. He ignores Jiaoqiu's staring too. Just keeps driving. ]
Yeah, the air does feel really tense and heavy, more so as they're.. already 80% of the way there? Wow, time sure flies huh. Siffrin perks up a little at Yves' voice, though a bit slowly, blinking a few and offering a smile. ]
We could, but... [ A helpless shrug as they look at the rest. Doesn't seem like it... ] ...I'm sure it'll be okay. We still have the demon to take care of and...
[ A hand raises to their mouth, a small little pause, swallowing before they try to sit straighter in their seat. Their posture is terrible and they keep slowly slumping. ]
We'll figure it all out.
[ He looks ahead, towards Marcoh then the road and releases a breath. Sniffling and turning away to look out their window, is the scenery hard to see outside... a shame. ]
[ yeah, are we there yet? talking is for scrubs, probably.
whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]
yves probably noticed it, gradually. but his head was distracted for a while, in the silence, and then fretting between the three of them. the sudden snap of jiaoqiu's head upward makes yves similarly jolt—and then marcoh's getting choked. ]
Jiao?! [ not you too. damn, so this is what it's like in the other side. touché. he moves as swiftly as he can, trying to go with that same attempt that jiaoqiu is making to pull back, icy cold hands circling around his arms and yanking at the elbows to try to reel his arms back. ] You don't want this!
[ I am really loving the vibe of Ty descending down on people in private and giving them the permission slip to go berserk and y'all just sitting here waiting to unleash it while Ty is like teehee tag amongst yourselves while I figure out the next part uwu
Anyway he's depressed but not 'I may as well just die right here' kind of energy. Sorry though, he's got his throat grabbed and this is so out of left field that he just inadvertently jerks the steering wheel. Please enjoy this harsh whiplash while Marcoh tries to balance driving and idk, some kind of struggle. Damn! ]
[ I fully support Ty and every one of you. (I'm the bird screaming into a cup gif.)
Siffrin jolts at that, panic spiking through and they try to reach over to help free Marcoh but YIPPEE ROAD WHIPLASH. Carefully cradling Chainsaw to himself, the baby will not be harmed on this ride! ]
Jiaoqiu?! [ Of course, of course.. if Yves was affected, then for Jiaoqiu - hands try to grasp at the car so they aren't just yeeted around like a pear inside a pear wiggler.
They're biting down sharply on their lip, bracing, some blood starting to trickle down from their nose but they focus on trying to pry hands from Marcoh's neck while Yves tries at Jiaoqiu's arms. ]
i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]
[ the panic comes—and that's all yves needs to know to understand. understanding does not help him as the car continues to whip around, as his face gets clawed further, and his head gets bashed against the window. it's right of jiaoqiu to aim for his face because even if the pain doesn't register than my god at least he's dizzy for half a second. it's getting harder and harder to feel at home in his body.
but he comes to at some point and he grabs the wrist that's grabbing him, not letting jiaoqiu attempt to use it against marcoh again as much as he can. and then yves's other arm wraps around jiaoqiu's middle and attempts to pull. separate, hoping that the bite weakens jiaoqiu's grip strength. he will do this even if it means they continue to tumble around the car in the most depressed teenage tilt a whirl ]
Jiao! [ again, a name, an identity, it's you, it's you, not the other thing wearing you ] You and me—we won't let you hurt him!
[ HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING CHIEF HE'S STILL IN THAT BLINDING PANIC ADRENALINE PHASE
I rolled an 18 for last tag round so the car swerved, but not too badly -- and SOMEHOW EVEN WITH A -2 WE'RE STILL AT A 15 SO. He jerkily swerves the other way, enjoy that absolute left-right whiplash folks, but it's still not too bad. Hey, is that rain starting to fall from the sky? Hope that doesn't gradually make the road worse.
Well one arm is at least a little bit easier to try to wrestle his way free from, perhaps? Even if it means nails digging into his throat. He surges a bit powerfully forward to try to break free first, instinct kicking in over anything else -- breathe. He can't do anything if he can't even speak. ]
[ palms are sweaty, knees weak, boots are heavy, arms... (squints at scribbles on hand) bone-ghetti
Anyway, Jiaoqiu's boot kicks hard into Siffrin, right square against his chest which is where the worst of his injuries, so that's fine. A pained sound escapes, something glinting as a silver coin comes flying out and lands on the dashboard. It's fine, Siffrin can try to wrap an arm around that leg that was extended. Theirs now, thanks. Just to help support pinning Jiaoqiu down. ]
Marcoh, the car-!
[ They all won't be able to just TANGO IN THE CAR FOREVER. Their vision blurs a little, blood trickling from there as well, a hand coming to try and wipe at their eye. They must be really close to Cabeswater now, the rain outside falling and colliding against the car's windows and bulk. Their hold on Jiaoqiu is weakening fast, scrambling a little to try and keep their hold as their body leans heavily against their door side. ]
[ whatever it is that's got jiaoqiu in it's grip does not seem to care about the limits of his body.
jiaoqiu manages to rip a significant amount of flesh out of the joints of his arm - gets it to drop uselessly away from marcoh as marcoh tries to break free. it's probably enough to let him go. but that only momentarily stops him. he gasps out a wet, pained noise as that arm comes back up to smash the glass of the window he's closest to, picking up a piece of the shattered remains to try and just shank the shit out of yves.
his eye twitches, and he gasps: ] I can't stop it --
[ and then he lets out a short, agonized scream as he brings his fucked up, broken arm to grasp at one of the fox ears on his head, tearing a chunk of it off. ]
Shut up unmaker we will be unmade shut up be SILENT --
[ and he writhes, kicking again and again, crunching through the seat and knocking both marcoh and siffrin forward, like whatever is piloting the body is trying to force them out the damn windshield. the force of these kicks are insane. like rock lee taking off the weights sort of insane, bone-breaking. that glass is flying around in every direction, too. ]
yet when the window of the glass smashes and he sees the shank, he knows that he'll have to. he shift just enough to dodge another hit to the face but it means that the shard instead impales itself into his shoulders, drags itself down toward his collarbone—and he makes it worse! of course he makes it worse because his special move is exactly this, bringing someone in close enough that they can hit him because he doesn't feel a thing.
and then wrestling his own shard in his hand to try to stab jiaoqiu in the legs—enough with your rock lee weights you damn healer, stop kicking his friends "yves your stab wound?" irrelevant ]
Jiao!!
[ and that's about the last thing he can really manage before he once again throws his head back and then tries to headbutt jiaoqiu so hard that it can knock whatever's in his skull right out ]
[ He wheezes as he breaks free and he just -- he has to make a drastic decision. ]
Unlock the door.
[ He sounds bad. Strangled, throat torn, it hurts in every single way to even breathe, let alone talk. And yet his tone is firm, commanding. He's always been good at that and just that. The order is for one last safety measure because if this doesn't work, god fucking forbid, he doesn't want them unable to open the doors because they're in too much of a panic. Oh orange Camaro, you have truly done your best, but you have rolled high too many times... we are forcing this.
Marcoh jerks the car as they drive up to the Cabeswater woods, and he's going to do a very purposeful hard swerve -- overturning the car into a softer field to stop it, to dislodge and disorient Jiaoqiu, hoping he has enough control to not just fucking kill them all. The car is going to do a hard swerve and roll, best hold on tight while we all get airbagged! ]
[ Their head collides painfully against the windshield, the glass a spidery crackle of lines at the weight of Jiaoqiu's kicks. Damn, who took YOU to leg day. Their vision blurs, tasting blood on their tongue, the smell of iron drenched in their nose. But there's a click, doors hopefully all unlocked so any last minute escapades aren't barren shut.
They're useless here. They can't do much from the front seat, only because their body is too sluggish. Moves too slow. Slower, and slower. It.. hurts. It feels like they're falling apart. As they drive up, there's the sound of some very very soft whimpers, cries, as Siffrin breathes heavily at where they try to brace before the car
does a sick flip! 10/10!
At least the airbags are some safety, but a hand grasps at the handle to the door which is definitely a safe thing to do while a car is just rolling right, trying to pry it open and
fall right on out to land onto the field. Flowers of blue forget-me-nots, yellow pansies and bluebells fluttering out of their pockets. Blood spills more from their nose, their mouth, swaying as they try to stand only to collapse back onto the field. The crying, whimpering gets louder, a coupleoffellas falling out of their pockets. Whoops. ]
in any case there's absolutely not a chance in hell that his poor body can take a whole lot more of this, demonic entity or no. between yves headbutting him as hard as he can, siffrin trying to wrangle his unruly legs, and marcoh swerving the car to roll them into a ditch - he's too broken to do much more.
anyway, wheeeee, there goes the car. when it comes to a stop, jiaoqiu is out. he's a mass of limbs and unconsciousness. he's still a fox, though, with bloodied ears and nine tails. continues making naruto references. just leave him there, he's fine. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
holyspirits) wrote2025-03-02 05:10 pm
no subject
So, he doesn't. He ignores Jiaoqiu's staring too. Just keeps driving. ]
no subject
Yeah, the air does feel really tense and heavy, more so as they're.. already 80% of the way there? Wow, time sure flies huh. Siffrin perks up a little at Yves' voice, though a bit slowly, blinking a few and offering a smile. ]
We could, but... [ A helpless shrug as they look at the rest. Doesn't seem like it... ] ...I'm sure it'll be okay. We still have the demon to take care of and...
[ A hand raises to their mouth, a small little pause, swallowing before they try to sit straighter in their seat. Their posture is terrible and they keep slowly slumping. ]
We'll figure it all out.
[ He looks ahead, towards Marcoh then the road and releases a breath. Sniffling and turning away to look out their window, is the scenery hard to see outside... a shame. ]
..How much longer until we reach..?
no subject
whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]
no subject
that took a fucking turn, didn't it.
yves probably noticed it, gradually. but his head was distracted for a while, in the silence, and then fretting between the three of them. the sudden snap of jiaoqiu's head upward makes yves similarly jolt—and then marcoh's getting choked. ]
Jiao?! [ not you too. damn, so this is what it's like in the other side. touché. he moves as swiftly as he can, trying to go with that same attempt that jiaoqiu is making to pull back, icy cold hands circling around his arms and yanking at the elbows to try to reel his arms back. ] You don't want this!
Let go!
no subject
Anyway he's depressed but not 'I may as well just die right here' kind of energy. Sorry though, he's got his throat grabbed and this is so out of left field that he just inadvertently jerks the steering wheel. Please enjoy this harsh whiplash while Marcoh tries to balance driving and idk, some kind of struggle. Damn! ]
no subject
Siffrin jolts at that, panic spiking through and they try to reach over to help free Marcoh but YIPPEE ROAD WHIPLASH. Carefully cradling Chainsaw to himself, the baby will not be harmed on this ride! ]
Jiaoqiu?! [ Of course, of course.. if Yves was affected, then for Jiaoqiu - hands try to grasp at the car so they aren't just yeeted around like a pear inside a pear wiggler.
They're biting down sharply on their lip, bracing, some blood starting to trickle down from their nose but they focus on trying to pry hands from Marcoh's neck while Yves tries at Jiaoqiu's arms. ]
no subject
i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]
no subject
but he comes to at some point and he grabs the wrist that's grabbing him, not letting jiaoqiu attempt to use it against marcoh again as much as he can. and then yves's other arm wraps around jiaoqiu's middle and attempts to pull. separate, hoping that the bite weakens jiaoqiu's grip strength. he will do this even if it means they continue to tumble around the car in the most depressed teenage tilt a whirl ]
Jiao! [ again, a name, an identity, it's you, it's you, not the other thing wearing you ] You and me—we won't let you hurt him!
no subject
I rolled an 18 for last tag round so the car swerved, but not too badly -- and SOMEHOW EVEN WITH A -2 WE'RE STILL AT A 15 SO. He jerkily swerves the other way, enjoy that absolute left-right whiplash folks, but it's still not too bad. Hey, is that rain starting to fall from the sky? Hope that doesn't gradually make the road worse.
Well one arm is at least a little bit easier to try to wrestle his way free from, perhaps? Even if it means nails digging into his throat. He surges a bit powerfully forward to try to break free first, instinct kicking in over anything else -- breathe. He can't do anything if he can't even speak. ]
no subject
Anyway, Jiaoqiu's boot kicks hard into Siffrin, right square against his chest which is where the worst of his injuries, so that's fine. A pained sound escapes, something glinting as a silver coin comes flying out and lands on the dashboard. It's fine, Siffrin can try to wrap an arm around that leg that was extended. Theirs now, thanks. Just to help support pinning Jiaoqiu down. ]
Marcoh, the car-!
[ They all won't be able to just TANGO IN THE CAR FOREVER. Their vision blurs a little, blood trickling from there as well, a hand coming to try and wipe at their eye. They must be really close to Cabeswater now, the rain outside falling and colliding against the car's windows and bulk. Their hold on Jiaoqiu is weakening fast, scrambling a little to try and keep their hold as their body leans heavily against their door side. ]
no subject
jiaoqiu manages to rip a significant amount of flesh out of the joints of his arm - gets it to drop uselessly away from marcoh as marcoh tries to break free. it's probably enough to let him go. but that only momentarily stops him. he gasps out a wet, pained noise as that arm comes back up to smash the glass of the window he's closest to, picking up a piece of the shattered remains to try and just shank the shit out of yves.
his eye twitches, and he gasps: ] I can't stop it --
[ and then he lets out a short, agonized scream as he brings his fucked up, broken arm to grasp at one of the fox ears on his head, tearing a chunk of it off. ]
Shut up unmaker we will be unmade shut up be SILENT --
[ and he writhes, kicking again and again, crunching through the seat and knocking both marcoh and siffrin forward, like whatever is piloting the body is trying to force them out the damn windshield. the force of these kicks are insane. like rock lee taking off the weights sort of insane, bone-breaking. that glass is flying around in every direction, too. ]
no subject
yet when the window of the glass smashes and he sees the shank, he knows that he'll have to. he shift just enough to dodge another hit to the face but it means that the shard instead impales itself into his shoulders, drags itself down toward his collarbone—and he makes it worse! of course he makes it worse because his special move is exactly this, bringing someone in close enough that they can hit him because he doesn't feel a thing.
and then wrestling his own shard in his hand to try to stab jiaoqiu in the legs—enough with your rock lee weights you damn healer, stop kicking his friends "yves your stab wound?" irrelevant ]
Jiao!!
[ and that's about the last thing he can really manage before he once again throws his head back and then tries to headbutt jiaoqiu so hard that it can knock whatever's in his skull right out ]
no subject
Unlock the door.
[ He sounds bad. Strangled, throat torn, it hurts in every single way to even breathe, let alone talk. And yet his tone is firm, commanding. He's always been good at that and just that. The order is for one last safety measure because if this doesn't work, god fucking forbid, he doesn't want them unable to open the doors because they're in too much of a panic. Oh orange Camaro, you have truly done your best, but you have rolled high too many times... we are forcing this.
Marcoh jerks the car as they drive up to the Cabeswater woods, and he's going to do a very purposeful hard swerve -- overturning the car into a softer field to stop it, to dislodge and disorient Jiaoqiu, hoping he has enough control to not just fucking kill them all. The car is going to do a hard swerve and roll, best hold on tight while we all get airbagged! ]
no subject
They're useless here. They can't do much from the front seat, only because their body is too sluggish. Moves too slow. Slower, and slower. It.. hurts. It feels like they're falling apart. As they drive up, there's the sound of some very very soft whimpers, cries, as Siffrin breathes heavily at where they try to brace before the car
does a sick flip! 10/10!
At least the airbags are some safety, but a hand grasps at the handle to the door which is definitely a safe thing to do while a car is just rolling right, trying to pry it open and
fall right on out to land onto the field. Flowers of blue forget-me-nots, yellow pansies and bluebells fluttering out of their pockets. Blood spills more from their nose, their mouth, swaying as they try to stand only to collapse back onto the field. The crying, whimpering gets louder, a couple of fellas falling out of their pockets. Whoops. ]
no subject
ARE WE HUMAN?
OR ARE WE DANCER?
there’s nothing dramatic to yves’s reaction he just makes the wawawawa noise like waluigi (not really) (kinda) ]
no subject
in any case there's absolutely not a chance in hell that his poor body can take a whole lot more of this, demonic entity or no. between yves headbutting him as hard as he can, siffrin trying to wrangle his unruly legs, and marcoh swerving the car to roll them into a ditch - he's too broken to do much more.
anyway, wheeeee, there goes the car. when it comes to a stop, jiaoqiu is out. he's a mass of limbs and unconsciousness. he's still a fox, though, with bloodied ears and nine tails. continues making naruto references. just leave him there, he's fine. ]