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</a><b>Paradise City, USA - Shredder</b><br/><br/>The nerve of that last one still standing! The cyborg clicked her tongue as her brows furrowed and her eyes lowered their gaze on the softly groaning woman at her feet. This gave her an idea: she bent at the waist and effortlessly grasped the back of the woman's neck, being careful to apply pressure so her digits kept a good hold on the suffering assailant, without the razor-sharp claws digging into her throat and accidentally killing her.<br/><br/>The heavy footfalls of the cyborg could barely be heard over the quiet sobbing of some of the researchers as well as a whispered prayer. The featureless mask made of opaque black glass soon emerged from the smoke: the remaining kidnapper who was keeping a hold of Alpha was treated to a sight that was unsettling at best and fucking terrifying at worst. The raven-hairded woman lifted the female with both dislocated arms and a shattered leg before her, using her as a shield should the guy have any intention of shooting her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Are you deaf? Step back thrice, throw away your weapons. If you <b>don't</b>, you better shoot her <i>now</i>."</span>Obviously the implication was that it would be a mercy to kill the abductor-turned-hostage now than to let the ruthless cyborg make good on her threats.<br/><br/>Now that she was completely out of the smoke, the last man standing had a clear view of Shredder: her big, free right hand lifted to grasp the right side of the woman's mid-section. Her arm rest against the hip of the woman she was using as a living-and-quietly-sobbing shield for a bit, the claws catching on to the fabric of the tactical clothing and ripping it apart, a process that involved tugging on the neck of the woman who tried to move her arms and regretted it immediately, as she stifled a cry of pain.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Clock's ticking, Sparkie. <i>What's it gonna be?</i>"</span>She asked him again, with a growl. All this time she had not stopped moving: she had stepped closer and closer, as if she was taking a walk in the park with her pet dog.<br/><br/>IF the last remaining enemy did not mercy-kill the human shield or surrender before three seconds had passed since Shredder's ultimatum, the hand resting on the woman's side would slide down, cutting through her belt and revealing the outer part of her thigh , as well as a small trickle of blood where the claw had lightly scratched her. The right leg was the one that was still intact and not dangling uselessly like it had its strings cut. The faceless villain held the leg of the woman with her metal, vice-like hand and started squeezing and bending the leg in the way opposite of how it should go. If the last enemy did not give up, Shredder would slowly but surely bend the leg past its breaking point and snap it at the kneecap, potentially busting the woman's limb permanently.<br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/118819/#post-2936007">
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</a><b>Zìyóu</b><br/><br/>The lewd gesture of the pale woman gave Zìyóu pause, then she blinked and looked away quickly; with the beginnings of a bashful blush forming on her cheeks, she retreated further inside the first-floor restaurant and found GiGi relatively quickly. It would be much harder to attempt not to find her, given she was the only one who with crimson skin, ivory hair and a horn sticking out between that majestic mane.<br/><br/>Zìyóu briskly walked over and sat her peach butt down on a seat next to the fire-themed heroine.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Hey GiGi! It smells fantastic, that's for sure."</span>She acknowledged with a pleased tone. Nodding to herself, the aura manipulator comments.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"It <i><b>is</b></i> my cheat day... okay, then!"</span>And then she did just that, pilfering some shrimp and rice from her friend and trying out the local cuisine with gusto! "I'll try the beer too." Zìyóu ventured, to expand her horizons in taste in alcohol.<br/><br/>She was about to really get into it, when Linden felt something in<s>the force</s>the air: a cocktail of chemicals and smells, primarily mixed with water, coming from above. If she looked in the direction where the smell came from, she could hear a faint rumbling in the walls and in the ceiling, as if someone had turned on a hose and water started pouring. This water was slower than the normal water, for whatever reason, and she instinctively knew that whatever it was, it was headed for the sprinklers. She had a moment to alert the people about whatever it was that was coming and she alone was prepared for the sudden downpour that happened then: everybody in the restaurant was suddenly drenched in a very fragrant liquid that smelled like chamomile.<br/><br/>The korean girl was, like the rest of the patrons, drenched in this soapy liquid that made her body slick and slippery. Some that had stood up at this incident had already slipped and fallen onto the floor: a feminine voice that seemed to drip with honey, alluring and sing-song-y started to be heard from a point in the middle of the common room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Yield your fluids, humans. You <b><i>won't</i></b> regret it.~"</span>The mouth that had formed started to ascend in a pillar of liquid as if gravity suddenly forgot how to do its job: a new human-like silhouette, about five feet in height, formed. Voluptuous and tempting just like the voice it had used to speak before.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>She... It was not done growing, though, as her puddle-like mass created tendrils of liquid to wrap around some of the girls and guys nearby that had fallen over, dragging them towards the risen human form, who bent down and straddled the buck-naked woman. The creature pressed its lips-facsimile against the woman's and kissed her deeply, while a dozen or so tendrils started to lash out and grapple more humans to drag towards her. The guy who was taken second was wrestling with a tentacle of goo trying to remove his bermuda swimming shorts, but his grip could not hold for long, given how slippery he was with that soapy substance.<br/><br/>One see-through, emerald tentacle was already going for Linden's ankle and another one for GiGi's leg: how would they fend off the advances of this rapey goo-creature? Zìyóu, for her part, had been surprised and slipped as she shot upright. Grumbling from the floor, she uttered<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"<i>This </i>is embarassing..."</span>As she tried to plant her hands onto the ground and push herself off, to no avail. Failing that, she finally starts to float herself upright but is seized by the foot and reeled in by the slime thing, with a yelp of surprise.