Date: 2025-07-31 07:35 am (UTC)
anashthetic: (art: nice young man)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
No preamble whatsoever as she starts stalking towards him: "What did I fucking say about you and Aerith Gainsborough."

The facial expression is completely incongruous with the malice in her voice, but that's normal. That's two different modes of expression. Why would they have anything to do with each other?

Tonight's outfit includes a scoop back top. For situations like this, having her shoulder blades readily available without fabric in the way is always useful.

Date: 2025-07-31 02:43 pm (UTC)
anashthetic: (edit: oho)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
"Playing the fool doesn't suit you," she purrs. God, but she wants to break his pretty little neck tonight. "But I'm feeling nice, so here's a refresher: don't interact with her? Ideally, don't think about her? If she comes to you, turn her down? Very simple instructions."

Date: 2025-07-31 07:23 pm (UTC)
anashthetic: (edit: oho)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
"That wasn't a request."

One of the things nobody ever appreciates correctly about fleshcrafting is how hard it can be to control additional appendages without taking the bypass of syncing them to an existing one. However, Ash is great at this kind of multitasking, and she can reshape pieces of herself with immense specificity; she likes her shoulderblades free to the air because that's one of the easiest places to build tentacles out from.

And it is tentacles, plural, one on each side of her back; she's been weaving that flesh and muscle and blood into position as she speaks. She doesn't need to be in "arms' reach" when she's got a longer reach than her frame implies.

She's faster when she's not shackled by the Admiral. She's a lot faster. But these tentacles are things of her body, and they inherit her speed as is (which is pretty good!), so it's easy to drive one of them towards the iPad with piercing intent. A warning shot, whether or not it connects.

Normally she keeps to four limbs, give or take, but special circumstances call for special approaches.

Date: 2025-07-31 08:06 pm (UTC)
anashthetic: (edit: oho)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
She'll be as petty as she likes, thanks! "Oh? That doesn't sound right to me. I know far better than she does if she should be engaging with you."

Date: 2025-07-31 09:02 pm (UTC)
anashthetic: (edit: wink)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
"She doesn't know what she's doing." It's dismissive. Her little sister just doesn't know what's good for her! "I'm not interested in seeing her wind up as a blood doll. Which is why we're having this conversation."

One step forward. There's a growl building in the back of her throat, a sound that has no business coming from a human frame.

Date: 2025-07-31 09:25 pm (UTC)
anashthetic: (shapeshifter: eldritch)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
"And if she thought she wanted to be, would you stop her?"

The first strike was a pretense at a warning shot; one attack, not at him directly. Never say she's not benevolent every now and again.

This time she goes for the stomach and one thigh, slightly staggered, as one arm ripples; less an arm and more - she's unwound it, mostly. It's not that she's made something new from her arm, it's that she's pulled apart and repurposed the muscles, the nerves, realigned the bone. It's not as stylish as she likes to do it, but raw and ugly always has its own charm.
anashthetic: (shapeshifter: eldritch)
From: [personal profile] anashthetic
"She doesn't have extensive experience with vampires. I'm just trying to do what's best for her." It's what Ash actually believes! She's just maybe leaving a few things out.

There's a very easy target for grabbing: her unwound arm, raised in front of her, blocking easy egress to her neck. It may not really be a limb anymore inasmuch as it's tightly-tensed tendrils, meat twisted into a new purpose & slicked with gore, serrated with pieces of bladed bone that were probably her ulna? But it's extremely holdable.

The tentacle she's got in his thigh she doesn't rip out. Armand's not mortal, as they both know full well; that'd just be making it easier for him. Instead she digs it further in and drags it down: there's a lot going on in that area & shoving anything in there too fast, too hard, causes problems easily. And Ash pulls her other tentacle back, outwards and forward in a loose curve, plenty of space between it and him for the second before it snaps forward towards his neck.
anashthetic: What are you gonna do with that big bat? Gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me in one shot. (icon: smug smug smug)
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The great thing about having a fleshcrafter as your nemesis is that Armand has gotten to be very familiar with several of the more curious purposes any given part of a body can be put to! Like spines. Spines are such a great canvas. Ribs, too. And she's a big fan of tendons.

Most of the time she tries to go for -- not pretty, but she has an aesthetic, she has a lot of stylistic control over the changes she makes. This? The point of this is to work. Aesthetically pleasing is optional.

If Armand's willing to tear up his hands and put his mouth in inadvisable places, she has to admire the spirit. Not respect! But at least admire. He drops and she drops to her knees in echo, biting her lip, eyes so-slightly unfocused: her focus is elsewhere. Reweighting what used to be her arm, shifting tissue around to new positions, trying something uncommon --

Shoving tendrils of gore down a man's throat is a valid strategy for the purpose of 'being a freak' and has thematical similarities to absolutely nothing else. Invasive takes effort, after all. There's much easier strategies for probably about just as much of a return.
anashthetic: (edit: feeling alive)
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The potential sexuality of it is nowhere near the forefront of her mind, or at least she's not letting it get anywhere near there. If she never consciously acknowledges she's into him, she never has to deal with any complications or reexaminations that would cause. Which means there's no subtlety for her to worry about! Isn't that great.

It doesn't work as well on someone who hasn't been breathing for centuries as it does someone who's been dead for less than two years, he doesn't reflexively thrash like a worm on the hook like she like fledglings did, but it does its job. Ash is paying enough attention to know she's been hurt -- how could she not -- but this is still her show, as far as she's concerned, even if the fact she's not trying to dodge means it's easy for him to shear through cloth and skin and fat and muscle.

That's just how the game works. He won't kill her. She's the one who gets to decide if any of the pain he manages to inflict is meaningful to her at all.

The good thing about a vampire's body is that the internals can take so much punishment before it has any meaningful consequence but pain. Ash is free to do as much damage as she likes, isn't she?
anashthetic: (clan: fiends/dragons/flesh-shapers)
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Maybe if she's lucky, if enough of it gets into his system a blood bond might kick in -- if it'll even work on him, anyway, who knows how that works with non-kindred vampires. Not that it'd help her much, drinks need to be spread out over time to generate any real meaningful effect and she really doesn't need him to be obsessed with her any more than he already is, but a sort-of-advantage is (would be) a sort-of-advantage.

The free tentacle gives her the leverage to shift her balance forward, working to shove him on his back, without needing a free arm and without having to pay attention to the damage he's done to her core muscles. Or to her body in general. Walking would be impossible, so it's great she's not interested in doing that! The angle's bad, but the angle's always bad, because he's so bloody tall; she's used to that by now.

Then she moves to break his spine and stabs through his back. She is, of course, still genuinely pissed, and the more damage she does the longer he'll have to ruminate on it.
anashthetic: (edit: oho)
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"Do," Ashton says, as pleasantly as she possibly can, using her free arm to brace herself with his chest as she drags the ruins of her other arm out of his body, parts reshaping and twisting into place until his teeth are set in the perfectly normal skin of her perfectly normal forearm, "I make myself clear."

Her wounds are, pointedly, knitting back together already. She could wait! She won't.
anashthetic: (edit: feeling alive)
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Ashton pulls a page from Armand's playbook and smashes his skull into the floor.

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