Stepping through the mist the image of Kurome lingering over Bertilak began to clear until he could see that Bertilak, for all his prior confidence only now looked thoroughly pissed off. His mohawk severed just inches from his scalp with several shallow cuts dotting places around his body. The most apparent wound being on his left arm where a large gash was run up from the back of his wrist all the way up to his elbow leaving the man only capable of weakly clenching his non-responsive fingers into a ball. His mace knocked off to the side sometime during his fight with Kurome.
The girl herself had sparkling eyes as Parc walked towards her. Her skin a shade redder and dripping with a mixture of sweat and water that had condensed atop her skin.
"Well done," Parc commented patting Kurome head right between her fake dogs ears. Kurome giggling like a love struck fool at Parc's reward to her. As his hand contacted her head he felt against his palms that she was incredibly warm, "you're a little hot aren't you?" he questioned.
"Mmm, thank you master," Kurome giggled and blushed—something which was hard to notice with her scalded skin having not gotten exactly what it was he had just asked.
Parc just shook his head in return, letting out his own little chuckle before turning to focus of the fatigued and scowling Bertilak still with Yatsufusa to his neck already cutting into his skin ready to sever his carotid at any moment. Dropping to a squat Parc crossed his arms over his legs and intertwined his finger, a sharp grin to his lips as he said, "well, Bertilak, it looks like you had fun."
Bertilak was quick to respond with a snort and a spitting of blood towards Parc splattering against his cheek. Kurome displeased with his actions drove the edge of her blade deeper into Bertilaks throat, enough to make the man flinch away.
"That's rude, luckily, I won't hold you to it," Parc hummed digging out a handkerchief from his satchel to wipe down his cheek, tossing the dirtied rag to the side before returning his hand back into his satchel to pull out a bulbous vile filled with a brilliant ruby liquid. Holding the bottle as if to display it to the man Parc began to speak, "the human body holds about six litres of blood, for you, I'd say about seven, maybe eight due to your size. Lose a fifth of that the body shuts down and you go into shock, lose another two fifths and you will quickly find yourself dead in the ditches." Glancing to the pool of blood around Bertilak's body he continued, "by now I'd say you've lost a good litre or so."
A rumble sounded forth from Bertilak's throat, "I don't need the bloody biology lesson kid. I can see you want something, get to it."
"Alright, alright," Parc threw his hands up and rose back to his feet. His hand flicking to throw the vial towards Bertilak who quickly and easily caught the slow-moving projectile.
Casting the object in his hand a narrowed look, soon moving his gaze to Parc to ask, "poison I'm guessing? No content to just kill me, you want to watch me kill myself. Sick fucker, you and Carmine would be perfect together."
Quirking a curious brow Parc shook his head, "oh no, far from, I have other manners of getting poison into your system, most are a lot more fun than making you drink it yourself. No, that there is a healing potion. Drink it and your wounds will close." Parc threw a quick nod to Kurome who returned it and pulled he blade away, flicking the blood off it and returned it to its sheath hanging from her hip.
Bertilak's lips curled in amusement and he let out a loud singular "Ha!" adding onto it his thoughts about this supposed healing potion, "you expect me to believe some brat like you figured out how to make liquid health?"
'It wasn't that difficult,' Parc thought. To make this version which was the generic healing potion he needed to use a lesser healing potion—made from common mushrooms and slime gel—and blend it with glowing mushrooms which could be easily cultivated or harvested from one of the numerous glowing mushroom caves he'd found during his time in his Terrarium. It was quite literally the easiest potion to make bar the lesser healing potion.
"Fuck it, if it kills me, it kills me," Bertilak bit the cork of the vile and tore it from the vile with a pop, spat it out to the side and threw his head back downing every drop of red ichor running down the sides of the vile. His eyes scrunched up from the vile sensation of the viscous fluid stuck to the back of his throat and threw the bottle to the ground shattering it to pieces.
'I could have used that again…' Parc sighed staring sorrowfully at the crumbled glass that once made his hand blow vial.
Rapidly shaking his head side to side, Bertilak felt all the hairs across his body stand on end as a powerful tingling sensation ran across his his left arm and the several areas where shallow cuts were, as if millions upon millions of ants were dancing the hokey pokey across his body. Drawing his gaze down to his arm Bertilak was greeted to the incredulous sight of small tendrils of flesh and muscle raising out of his wound connecting both sides of the cut with the other, it stitched the wound shut until there was nothing but the excess blood he'd lost left dying his skin.
Lifting his supposedly damaged arm Bertilak clamped his fist tight feeling his muscles were in tip top shape like a razor-sharp blade hadn't just severed the tendons in his arm. "What the fuck kid?" Bertilak's eyes diverted to Parc, wide and shocked.
"I did say it would heal your wounds."
"Yeah, no, I remember," Bertilak pressed a hand to the blood-soaked ground and forced himself to his feet, "I'm just trying to figure out why the hell you gave a miracle serum like that to me."
"You heard me, you might have use to me. You'll be useless if your dead."
"And what exactly is this use?" Bertilak asked continuing to test his fixed hand for any irregularities, "If its getting you money I don't see the point. You could make a damn fortune selling those things."
"I could. Or I could keep them all to myself and pass them out to my allies… My… trustworthy allies that is." Parc's expression went sly, Bertilak realizing what he was insinuating immediately. A hint of interest quickly rose to Bertilak's brow and he nodded along.
"Alright, I see what your getting at. I'm going to need more than a bunch of miracle juice to loosen my loyalties," he rubbed his thumb against his index and middle finger, the universal sign for some monetary reward.
Parc hummed, head bobbing to the side, "what would you say the most valuable mineral except for dust would be?" he questioned, genuinely curious as he had zero idea.
"Platinum, no doubt about that. Only metal around that's got decent aura channeling in it." Bertilak hummed out an answer.
Parc smile grew stronger, his hand digging through his satchel to unveil in it a large ingot of pure platinum, "would this be enough for your loyalties then?"
Like with the potion Bertilak's eyes bugged out at the platinum ingot, his mouth hanging wide as he reached out to pluck the ingot from Parc, sending a surge of aura through the ingot which grew a slight shimmer of pastel green that dissipated when Bertilak retrieved his aura from it. "Well fuck me five ways to Sunday. Damn right it will." Bertilak not so subtly pocketed the ingot into his outfit and held a hand out to Parc who took it into a hearty shake.
"Keep tossing me those gems and don't fuck with me and I'll do what you want."
"Perfect."
Glancing around the demistifying village centre he soon caught sight of Carmine, her legs practically crossed with her shorts loose and dripping with a white fluid at the crotch. Slowly lumbering towards the three with a sai in hand and hand over her belly. Eyes locked firmly on Parc with pure, scathing at the fact she was drawn to such a horrible state that lead to her loosing their bet so handidly.
"Want me to do anything about her?" Bertilak cracked his wrists and neck, while not at peak performance he may be able to hold off a pissed off Carmine for a few minutes at least.
"No, it's alright," Parc responded already striding to meet Carmine at the middle. When they got closer Carmine stumbled into a lunge, ready to ram her tri-tipped sai into Parc's chest. When her arm rose Parc's hand shot out, catching her wrist while his other hand quickly came to her belly, pressing forcefully into the scarlet gem hidden just below her belt.
In the seconds just after electricity spiked through Carmine's body, her back arched, her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and her teeth ground together as a powerful surge of pleasure surged through her. Finally ending with her convulsions causing a gushing squirt to push out of her pussy, spritzing out her fluids and Parc's seed over the ground before going limp.
Kurome quickly rushed to them to catch her new compatriot before she could hurt herself and slowly lowered her down to lying on the ground unconscious. Patting his hand down over his jacket Parc grew a softer smile, watching as Kurome tended to her new 'friend' by gently stroking her unconscious locks of red hair.
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"So, what now, boss," Bertilak questioned as he glanced to the still unconscious Carmine getting her head gently patted and stroked by the very girl who had nearly left him permanently disabled in the left hand.
A snort and roll of eyes came from Parc at being called boss. It felt like it didn't fit him, he was far from a boss of anything yet but he supposed that now that he was paying Bertilak a wage of pure ingoted platinum now made him the thugs technical boss. "For now you can tell me about who it is your working for. Who sent you here?"
"The Crown, bunch of ambitious idiots who think they're the right full monarchs of Vacuo. They sent us here to set up a proper mine here before heading back to Vacuo."
"And who is 'they?'"
"Gillian and Jax Asturias, twins and the 'rightful monarchs of Vacuo,' ex-hunters, blah blah blah. Only real one you need to care about is Jax, Gillian's a problem as well but Jax is more of a bastard then his sister. His semblance is some bullshit mind control thing. It's a freaky feeling, you just hear this whisper in your ear, and you can't help but follow what it says." Bertilak mimed the feeling by bringing his hand to the side of his head and shook it slightly.
'Another mind controller? Sounds fun,' Parc patted at his satchel with a tense frown where the three golden orbs from his now destroyed Teigu were taking up space. He had done a few experiments with them, simple things to see if he could still make use of their abilities. His only success being when he dipped the orbs into a mana potion after which he could summon the chains and use a weakened version of the mind control it had, only it lasted for a short amount of time as the orbs would devour the potion in half a minute tops. What he'd come to figure out was that the gauntlet acted like a form of intermediary between Parc's will and the orbs. It would process his orders and energy and send them to the orbs. But now that he lacked that intermediary, he was unable to make full use of them.
"And Gillian? Her semblance?"
"Aura siphon, another bitch of a semblance. She can suck out your aura in ten seconds and will use you like a battery for her brother. Its slower at range but get up close and let her touch you and you're a goner. Personally, I'd advise you stay far away from her unless you've got a decent supply of aura on you. Which," Bertilak shrugged, "I somehow doubt you have much of."
He didn't have a single drop in his body… yet. He still had that Aura unlocking pill in his satchel he could use to get it 'up.' A silent chuckle came to Parc as he realized it was basically just a viagra pill except the only thing it was getting up was his aura and not his second head. Not that he had problems getting it up. Evidence of which was the dripping white fluids between Carmine's legs.
"That's something I can easily fix," Parc crossed his arms and nodded.
As they were about to continue their conversation a door to one of the few still standing buildings creaked noisily open and two armour clad men walked out. One of which was fiddling with his belt pulling the leather through the loop before pushing the pin through a hole to keep it set and unmoving.
"Can't believe she was a virgin," one of them laughed noisily slapping the back of the other. "Haven't had one like that in a while."
In return the one who had been fiddling with his belt began to laugh, "I know, to bad the brat croaked. You think Carmine's gonna punish us?"
"Man, I don't care if she punishes me. Just being near those tits will make the pain go away," the other groped the air with a lascivious smile on his face.
Meanwhile his companion had been drawn to a halt, behind his helmet his eyes had grown wide at the sight of a corpse laying on the ground not far from where they were standing. Soon being drawn to the sight of Bertilak and Parc stood staring unblinkingly at the two, just behind them the very Carmine his friend was fantasizing about was laid on a black-haired girls lap. Said girl ignoring them both instead focusing on tending to Carmine's hair.
"God what I'd do to spend a night with that ass…" at not getting a reaction from his friend, the air groper turned back, "nothing?" he asked seeing his friend gulp nervously, "she's uh, right behind me, isn't she?"
His friend shook his head, and muttered, "worse… I think?"
The groper mechanically turned his head back only to be met with black feathers and the jagged tip of a dagger entering the slits in his helmet.
"Oh shi-" the other one nearly swore but was silenced when a loud boom burst from Bertilak's mace as its pistol attachment fired off a highly explosive round into the mans chest, somehow not causing him to burst into numerous pieces instead leaving a bloody and burned boy in the wake of the dissipating smoke.
"Well that happened," Bertilak mumbled as he holstered his mace on his back.
"Is that all of your troops?" Parc asked.
"How many did you kill?"
"Twenty-three plus this guy." He sent a light kick to the corpse at his feet.
"Yeah, that's them all. Bloody hell." Bertilak groaned rubbing his eyes, "you really are perfect for Carmine, y'know that?"
"Yeah, I heard." Parc pulled his dagger from the head of the man and cleaned it off with a wipe from his satchel of holding. Glancing back to where the men had come from, he began to walk towards it, prepping himself for the horrible sight within.
The door itself was still hung open letting Parc gain just the smallest glimpse of the drab and rackety innards of the building. Entering into it he was quickly greeted by the fresh stench of semen blended with the soft nose of freshly spilled blood. It was subtle, exceedingly so but his nose was perfectly capable of sifting through the stench to find that hidden beneath. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, his time in the world of Akame ga Kill having gotten him all to accustomed to such vile smells. Even the sights—as horrible as they were—felt less grotesque to him, it didn't shift the sorrow he felt for the victims but it also didn't affect his slumber.
Pushing into the following room from the entrance hall Parc was greeted with the stripped body of a young girl at the centre of the room. Unmoving laid with her back to the floor, her body dashed and dripping with sickening fluids. Her chestnut eyes blank like those of a dead fish. Her bushy tail was frayed and the fur flattened from where her assaulters had crushed it for their sick amusement.
Sighing to himself Parc slowly approached the body, digging through his satchel to pull out a blanket to throw over her body. Coming to kneel by the girls body Parc reached out to her face to stroke her eyelids shut.
But just as he did, the girls body shifted, her deadened eyes filling with pure hate and her expression sharpened with rage as from beneath her she pulled a knife stolen from one of those two corpses outside. Her arm shot through the air bringing the dagger on a collision course with Parc's chest uncaring if he was a threat or not. Only wanting retribution for what had happened to her.
Once again, just as he had done with Carmine not minutes earlier he quickly caught her wrist with one hand only for the girl to swiftly toss the dagger into her other hand and jab it towards Parc's gut earning a raised brow from him. Still it had turned out ineffective to Parc as he was able to simply grab her other hand and twist her around forcefully pushing her to the floor and knocking the knife from her hand.
She attempted to struggle, to kick and bite before settling down near full minutes. Any energy in her body dissipating and muffled whimpering's began to come from her, soon shifting to full blown weeps at her futility. "I hate you… I hate you…" her fingers curled to balls and she screamed "kill me! Just kill me! That's what you monsters want isn't it! You took everything from me but my life! So take it!" she turned her head, cheek pressing into the ground her teeth with sharpened canine on full display on her muck covered face. "Just… just end it already…"
"I don't think so," Parc loosened his grip on the girls arms and pushed himself off her, taking a few steps away while she grew confused. Not comprehending the sudden loss of weight on her back and the knee digging into her back being gone. When realization finally came to her she slowly lifted herself to her knees, sat with her legs in an M with her hands still pressed onto the floor. Meekly staring up at Parc who was looking down at her nude form with soft eyes.
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