[Battle PRP] [1v1] To Kill a Hunter. (Robert/Amrita)

[Nio Love]

The little b***h rammed into him again, and he went down like he was made of lead, toppling to the ground with her little weight flopping against him. She tried to push him down, and it was laughable - she couldn't have held him down if he was near unconscious.

But she wasn't really trying to hold him down. Was she? The longer he lay there, contemplating how easy it would be to just shove her off, the faster it became obvious that his arms weren't responding the way he wanted them to. He tried to lift them know, and they stayed limp and lifeless on the ground.

Robert's eyes widened in terror. "The ********.." The rest of his body began to writhe violently, trying to buck her off - but soon, his legs weren't moving either, and all he could do was shake. "No no no NO ******** NO COME ON! COME THE ******** ON!" His torso started failing him, and soon, he couldn't even feel his own heart beating.

Come the ******** on, he whimpered, but the sound of his voice wasn't coming through his ears. I can't die now. I can't. Haven't even married Petra yet. Can't die now.

This can't be it.

Everything went black.

HP: 25
Status: Under Amrita's control  

[Enoh Love]

For a moment, Amrita's world was as black as his. Everything felt heavy, foreign. She couldn't tell one thing from the other, only that there was a rather annoying lub-dub, lub-dub echoing in the darkness.

Then she realized that his eyes were closed.

She forced Robert's eyes open, blinking sluggishly as though just waking up. Well, she could see her patchy self so...it had to have worked. Plus that whole lub-dub, lub-dub thing; that never happened to her so intensely before. So, so weird! The whole breathing thing, too. Being alive just seemed like way too much work. One mammoth arm lifted like a weight, flexing thankfully backward fingers to push the weight of her patchwork self away. Next came the trudge to those boats he called feet, both of which thankfully now pointed backwards as well.

Robert's knee hit the ground with a crack as she buckled under his weight. She was regretting this decision, so badly. He was much too heavy for her; it was like trying to lift Christof, or worse - Jericho in his natural form. Too heavy. Too much work. Too much breathing...

Next time, pick someone smaller, she told herself as she struggled back to his borrowed feet, lumbering around clumsily to gather this and that. Admittedly, she spent more time making his knees meet the floor than she did walking, and once she fell entirely, cracking his elbow off the ground. Eventually her severed arm found a new home on the bloody patchwork body, and without thinking she even made him reach out to reclaim his weapon...
 

[Nio Love]

Robert normally liked it when a girl tried to get all up in his grill. He liked it better when he could see, feel, hear, taste, touch - God, what was happening? All he knew was that he was no longer in control, and the world was a black, solid void. Was this what it meant to die? Just nothing, forever?

But there wasn't nothing. Not exactly. As soon as Amrita bent to try to grab Jezebel, the fallen angel within let out a terrible wail, which Robert alone could still hear, and she desummoned herself. The small coin was claimable, but only for a moment - it would hurt if she touched it for too long.

Robert. Jezebel whispered to the empty consciousness that was left of him while Amrita took him over. Robert, don't panic.

She sounded like she was panicking. Why was she telling him not to? Did she sense how horrified he was, how absolutely panic stricken he felt?

It's just a possession. She's using your body. I don't know what for, but just.. just.. don't panic.

They were both dead. She realized this, but he didn't need to until the very end. And for once, Jezebel was on Robert's side, if only because her survival was on the line - and she didn't like the idea of disappearing forever.  

[Enoh Love]

The weapon transformed, and Amrita looked at it curiously through Robert's eyes. Hm. That was...interesting? She knew the Hunters used some sort of FEAR, but she didn't think they were that close to Reapers with their summoning/desummoning. Oh Jack, please let her remember this Halloween-side! For the sake of ease the coin was pocketed, the conversation left unheard.

She tried to drag her patchwork body along with her, but her time was running out; the heavy body was getting steadily heavier, and the added weight of her beloved body...nnngh. She didn't want to leave it behind, but she'd already come this far...

The door to the room creaked open, allowing her - rather, him - an exit. She had to make a choice; leave her body here and escape with this one, or be stuck here indefinitely. There was no guarantee that the door would open for her again...! Aaaa...

"Jaaaaaack~" She huffed out in Robert's voice, dropping what little progress she had made in dragging her patchy self to instead get out of this place. "Sorry, Mal...Sorry, Chris..." The depth of Robert's voice didn't change, but her misery came through just fine; with stumbling, dragging steps she moved forward, reaching out to grip-lean on the door and shove it open, finding the exit across the lawn and back to the hallway she had come from. The seconds ticked by and it seemed like an eternity to her, dragging one foot awkwardly in front of the other.

This was a bad idea, a really bad idea...but she couldn't give up, not yet, not...not yet. She was so close! Halloween was right there. Only a few more steps, and she could destroy this Human in her homeland. Malodore could cut apart what was left of him...yes, all of that satisfaction, in just a few more steps. The distance closed and the scenery changed; gone was the house, the yard, the corridor, and then...

There was Halloween, and Amrita forced Robert to take a deep breath of FEAR; unnecessary, but oh so fulfilling. She had entered the corridor in the school, but it apparently let her - and her unwilling body - out on the grounds, which was a relief. Despite the (rather useless) lungful of air, despite being in her home and native land, she could feel her grip on this Hunter slip.  

[Nio Love]

I'm home.

There was an irrational moment of pure bliss when Jezebel realized she was back in Halloweentown, and she cried happily, soaking in the feeling of Fear all around her. She wanted a miracle. She wanted to break free from the chains of her weapon bond, and run once more on the sloping black hills of Halloweentown, but the moment didn't last long, and the hysteria began to creep in.

Home, home, this is where we'll die, it's only right, it's only right..

Robert's fear jolted when he heard her chanting hysterically about dying, and he began the ridiculously impossible task of pushing this b***h the hell out of his body. He didn't know where to start - and he didn't know if he was even doing anything, but he wasn't going down without a fight.

Don't fight it, Robert. Jezebel's strange, high pitched voice murmured. Come and die with me in Halloweentown. We will become a part of the trees and the air, and never again be subject to the whims of a human again..

I AM A HUMAN, he tried to scream out to her, but there was nothing to scream with. YOU STUPID, CRAZY b***h, I AM NOT. DYING. HERE.

Jezebel was greeted with nothing but silence, but she could feel his aggravation, and it knocked a bit of sense into her. She couldn't tell where the body snatcher was taking Robert, but she wasn't moving very fast. Well, then fight, human. Jezebel's voice turned sour, and distasteful. Maybe you can get us both out of this mess. For once.  

[Enoh Love]

Amrita might not have heard the conversation or felt the emotions of the pair that was locked in with her, but she could certainly feel the consciousness of the Hunter. He was waking up, and that...that was a very bad thing. For her, anyway. The Vetala struggled and fought back, trying her best to cling desperately to this possession, but it wasn't enough; Robert would likely be able to feel the give with his struggling. She was slipping, yes, but she wasn't giving up!

"No, Bad Hunter!" She wasn't sure why it was a good idea to say that out loud, it just was. "This body is mine now, you should just die like a good boil!" Her words in his voice as though telling him to die would actually make it happen. She wished it did; she did recently discover that she always wanted to be a boil after all. Might as well be a Hunter boil. You know, if there was anything left of the body after Chris and Mal were through with it.  

[Nio Love]

Die like a good boil.

Robert had to pause in his struggle to think about that for a moment, and it grossed him the hell out. Why were these guys so damn disgusting? That was the point, he supposed. Still. God. Bringing up boils and how to kill 'em off at a time like this, uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Then the tirade began anew. He pictured himself banging against invisible walls, trying to break himself out of invisible bonds, and somehow, he felt it working. She was even trying to stop him, as if her admonishment would make him feel guilt for trying to break free and save himself. No, he had no remorse for this creature, even as he assaulted her in any, and every way possible.

Robert liked his body. He wanted it back now. Even if it was, unbenownst to him, sizzling just a little bit.  

[Enoh Love]

She fought and fought but seemed to get absolutely nowhere. Her hold on the body continued to weaken no matter how she strained; it was nearing the end, she could feel it. The sight from the borrowed eyes occasionally flickered as if someone were playing with a lightswitch; Robert's limbs were getting too heavy for her to carry. She felt as though she were hanging off a ledge, clinging by the tips of her fingers.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, Robert had his body back. Her grip on him had slipped completely; she was nowhere near him anymore. When she opened her eyes, she was once more dead as dust...and staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Wh-what..." She groaned out, sitting up to assess the situation. She could feel a bodyl she was in something. It wasn't that Hunter's body though, thi was...something familiar.

This was...this was her body! She was back in her own body! More importantly, she was alone.

"...MOTHERSALLY!" The Vetala cried out, trying in vain to get back to her own feet. There was a Hunter in Halloween, and she left him there! She had to get back, she had to go back, she had to stop him, she needed to stop him!

Her limbs weren't responding as they should; they were heavy with strain doubled with the settling in of early rigor, and no amount of panic was going to make them move any faster.  

[Nio Love]

The fight ended in one final push, where Robert's anger finally had a voice, as he expelled the little witch from his body and screamed in victory. He fell to his knees, but pushed himself back up almost instantly, summoning Jezebel and turning around and around. He was looking for her, eyes filled with fury, ready to slice her head off and take it home as a prize.

But she was nowhere to be found.

And his body was hissing painfully. He rose his hand up, and looked at the back of his palm - the skin was burning.

"s**t. You ******** b***h, if I ever see you again.." He hissed violently, pulling out his pendant and touching it. Within a heartbeat, he disappeared from Halloweentown, and returned to Deus, to be treated for his injuries.

But he would remember her.