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Phoebe glared up at Sunjata as he touched her arm, keeping it focused on him as he left. Then her gaze turned back to Remi, who was still denying her release. She growled and sniffled, tilting her face forward so black tears fell onto the skirt of her dress, staining it with spots. To be fair, she really was hungry, but now she was more frustrated that her ploy wasn’t getting her released from these binds. Pim lifted his head and rested t on her lap, feeling sorry she was hungry. Hungry was the worst feeling.
But Remi brought up Jata again, and she glanced up at him, a frown on her lips. But for a moment, her gaze flickered, as memories of their conversations of the man who had just left trickled in. ”Jata forgot me and left. His girlfriend from his world appeared here.” she grumbled, nose wrinkling with anger and disgust.
"Seriously?" Phoebe's relationship issues were clearly not the focus here, but gods, that really was bad luck. Biting at the inside of his cheek the alchemist glanced over his shoulder at where Jata had left, softly shaking his head. "I am really sorry about that." He said with genuine sympathy as he rubbed vaguely at one of his eyes.
"I know what you probably want to eat. Ronin prefers raw things, but that is not good for you. You can either have soup, or nothing at all. Your choice." Blighted though she was and hungry though she was, Remi was well-experienced now in caring for the infected. She could struggle all she wanted, but if Ronin could elude him, nor would Phoebe.
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Phoebe glared and nodded at Remi's shock. Of all the things that could end something, that wasn't one most would think would be a problem - especially since Lusea was supposed to be dead. "I'm dying. Better to be alone anyways." she grumbled in a flickering moment of lucidity. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, and the dead look in her eyes returned.
Soup or nothing. Her nose wrinkled, but there was nothing she could do, bound up like she was. "Fine. Soup." she mumbled as her stomach growled. Phoebe groaned and pressed against the vines holding her in place. "Let me go, please?" she asked pitifully. She didn't like the feeling of being stuck in place like this, and she really would prefer to eat something else besides soup.
"One way to look at it." The alchemist agreed with an empty sigh. He wouldn't labour the point, not with Phoebe. Not with someone suffering. He was as close to the blight as a man could be without having it. Remi knew what it was like on this side of it, and had a fairly good idea what the other side was like as well. Dying alone was...well. Not the most irrational way of looking at the situation.
With a sigh, Remi stood. He paused before giving the midwife a pointed look. "I know you are stronger because of what is inside of you, but know that I am stronger still." He warned. Of course the alchemist wouldn't blame Phoebe for trying to escape, but nor should she blame him for re-restraining her if it came to that. With a nod, the vines around her suddenly loosened, but Remi didn't move. "Back there." He said, nosing towards the back of his shop where his office and crude kitchen-area were.
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Phoebe glowered at Remi as he stared at her pointedly, laying ground rules for her like she was an unruly child. Which, to be fair, she was in this state of mind, if not much worse. But she nodded her head, even as she gave him a begrudging glare. He was indeed much stronger than her, and she considered his threat serious – but she wasn’t going to eat soup if she had her way. She could be tricky if she wanted.
The binds loosened on her arms and legs, and she lifted her hands to rub the spots that had been held down. She harrumphed as she stood, Pim following closely at her side as she followed the little hall to the back of his shop. The blonde stepped just inside the door, looking around in almost confusion, as if she had never been there before, which she most certainly had. ”Soup?” she said, confused.
"There—" Remi said in a weary voice. On the small wood-burning stove was a pot happily bubbling away. It would have smelled delicious had the alchemist any appetite whatsoever. As it was he mostly had to force himself to eat these days. "Sit, I will get you a bowl." Remi instructed gently. Conjuring what he needed, he began to ladle some of the thick stew-like broth into two bowls. He wasn't hungry at all, but even blighted as Phoebe was he didn't want to make her eat alone like she was some dog to be fed.
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Whatever was bubbling in the pot smelled awful to Phoebe’s blighted senses as she sniffed at it, hoping to have put this Remi at ease enough to get what she really wanted. The blonde sat on a chair, staying back away from the stove as she did so. Pim stayed just outside, watching Remi with equal wariness, falling silent as his companion selected her target. She was stupid and would have to learn the hard way like a little hatchling.
As Remi tended to the stew, conjuring bowls and ladles, focused on his work, she made her move. Shoes slid off easily as she silently tiptoed behind him, before leaping up, hands trained towards his neck and throat, hoping to catch and strangle the life from him, teeth barred to sink into delicious flesh.
He should have known. Perhaps he did, but he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Wanted to know for sure that she could not be trusted before making his move. The hands against his shoulders, the way her body seemed to scamper up his back like some feral rat and the stink of her nearly made the alchemist turn wild himself. How easy it would be to shift into a shape she absolutely couldn't best: one that could absolutely put her in her place.
Instead rock appeared like a second skin up Remi's back and neck. Phoebe could chomp and break her teeth and nails all she liked, though she had already managed to sink her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder muscle before he was able to respond. Hissing in a breath of pain, unease, and for a shining moment pure anger, Remi clenched his teeth together as he turned, trying to grab at the flailing midwife perching like some gruesome gargoyle against him.
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It was benefit of the doubt that the blighted midwife had relied upon. She was small and weak, clearly unable to physically overcome most that she preyed upon. Surprise was her greatest strength, and a trap the alchemist had quickly fallen for. Though her nails and fingers failed to gain purchase as she grasped at his throat from the protective layer of stone, her teeth sunk into his skin just in the nick of time. The taste of his blood was sweet and thick, inspiring aggressiveness in the normally docile blonde. Her hands reached up, nails tearing and scratching at whatever she could reach, his face and chest mostly, while her legs wrapped around to keep her position on his back. Teeth tore and tugged at the muscle of his shoulder, head shaking violently, feral snarls muffled by her mouthful of flesh. He didn’t need to be dead. She just needed to be full.
With a roar certainly more leonine than human, long white teeth sprang from Remi's open mouth as the various predators within his body wanted to desperately fight against this absurd assault. As if they really were siblings and this was merely a viscous assault by the younger against the older, Phoebe hitched herself unwaveringly against his back, her teeth biting into the thick muscle of his upper arm. "Phoebe!" Remi roared, his fingers now punctuated fully by claws as he snarled in pain.
Forcing his mind to use gentler tactics, vines ones again shot outwards meaning to ensnare the midwife that clung to him like some rabid leech. Hopefully he could bind her and set her down in the chair again.
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The roar should have scared her, the appearance of claws, the shout of her name – it all should have given her pause and made her retreat. But the blight instilled a viciousness and bravery (ill-gotten as it was) that she had never possessed before. Instead she bit harder, tugging back with all her might, her nails finding purchase against his collarbone. He was powerful, but she was desperate, and as his vines wrapped around her, trying to pull her back from his frame, the glorious sound of tearing flesh reached her ears. Her head snapped back as the bite she had taken suddenly tore loose, and she gnawed on the raw flesh with delight. Blackened eyes already scanned her prey, looking for another easy, fleshy bit.
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As nails dug powerfully against his collarbones, streaking across in smaller smears but not dissimilar to what his own claws might have done, the lion in the man roared its displeasure.
Blood trickled freely from the gaping wound in Remi's shoulder. Through he wanted nothing more than to throw her to the ground and tend to his wound, given how much she was still struggling (not to mention the stomach-curling sounds of her chewing on his flesh), he needed to force on restraining her. Worrying less about her limbs now, Remi directed the vines straight into her mouth. If she wanted to chew, fine.
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The vines directed into her mouth proved quite the distraction. They shoved the treat she had ripped from his shoulder down her throat and immediately she began to cough and splutter as she choked. Breathing was far more important than his hold on her and the blonde fell to floor as she released him, tugging at the vines around her mouth. The scene was gruesome, like a horror story of demonic possession as she gagged and flailed and ripped at vines covered in blood and blight coming from her mouth.
Her feet shoved her back away from them as quickly as she could manage, which got her away from the vines that had entered her mouth. A few more hard coughs and a small chunk of Remi's flesh flew from her mouth and across the room, dislodging from her windpipe.
Spinning, blood soaking easily into the thin material of his shirt, Remi eyed the writhing being on the float as it coughed and spluttered. "Do you even need to breathe?" Remi asked, magic ready at his fingertips, yet not so willing to give the blighted-Phoebe another chance. Not with the pain of her bite like needles against his every thought.
"Gods!" Remi moaned before spinning and throwing up onto the floor. The sight of a half-chewed piece of his shoulder leaving the lips of a woman who may as well have been his sister was simply too much.
It was all too much, but this?
No.
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