MarineAvenger & ZombieSplitter53
Bad Apple
Part Two
Sitting up from the table, with head swimming from the movement, the girl brought for repair was relatively unchanged on the inside. Upon delving into her, Saboran discovered the painful truth of what lay inside the girl which was probably Tecunte’s most heinous act. Her soul was composed of several lost ones that likely had wandered the limbo in hell before reaching salvation. The soul of a small girl murdered by her mother, a show girl who died from narcotics; smashed together in a mess that would have destroyed the soul should it be tampered with.
The girl stood up, letting the blanket fall away from her body as she looked over herself, flesh now more vibrant and mended. The scars around her knees, elbows, wrists, and neck were still visible but muted in appearance as well as the various other operational scars that wouldn’t be able to be ridden of without making a whole new body. Slowly growing in size, the homunculus -now in her womanly form- looked over herself. “That… didn’t hurt.”
“Of course not.” Saboran cleared her throat before turning back. “You look wonderful, dear. How do you feel?”
Frowning, the girl reached behind her to pull out one of her knives. She promptly stabbed it into her forearm and yanked it out, watching the wound close. She then looked down at her clothes and quickly hacked at them until they fell away and she was barren. She used her foot to kick one of the tatters. “Stupid clothes… stupid Daddy…”
Saboran frowned at her, and started looking for something else for her to wear. “Why did you do that?” she asked softly.
“Daddy gave them to me. Though he’s not really my Daddy, is he? He’s just a big liar. I hate liars.” the girl growled. She closed her eyes, then swayed as she stumbled forward into Saboran. “Mmm… I’m tired…”
Saboran held her tightly. It reminded her of her own daughter, and the time they needed to catch up on. “Why don’t you put on these clothes and take a nap. They were made for shapeshifters so they should change size with you.”
With a nod, the girl begrudgingly went back to the table.
***
“What is it?” the girl asked Ed, holding up the stuffed animal that looked like a fat Netzi, staring into its glossy black eyes. Despite concerns, Saboran had urged socializing as a part of therapy.
“A toy,” Ed answered. “Something for you to enjoy and… you know, play with.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Guess Tecunte didn’t give you many toys, huh?”
“I know what a toy is. But what is it? It’s just another fuzzy thing.” the girl complained, putting it down next to Ed, which he was twice the size of.
“It’s a toy of a Netzi. I’m a Netzi. Um…” He rubbed his head again. “We are a people… um… many of us believe the gods made us to spread our knowledge with machinery and magitech across the world. Most of my people are very smart, and smithing in one form or another is built into our very being. It is what we are here for.”
“Hm…” Reaching out, she picked Edminfer up easily and turned him around, holding his back to her chest. It was like he was the toy now as she slowly pet his head. “Mmm… soft fuzz…”
Ed chuckled nervously, proving that even Netzi can blush. “Rrrrright. So, um… in all the confusion of you trying to kill Mina and me… shooting you and holding your… severed head… ahem… I never got your name.”
“I’ve gone by a few… Daddy called me Precious. I went by Haru… and Juby. I don’t really have a name.” the girl said with a shrug, scratching under Ed’s chin with her finger as she stared off into space.
Sitting embarrassed but not wanting to bother her, or stop what was essentially pampering, Ed said, “Well, we have to call you something. ‘That girl’ or ‘Hey, you’ doesn’t really work. Do you have any preference?”
“Nope.” she stated, sitting down in a chair, letting Ed sit on her lap as she put her lips on the back of his head, nose resting on the top. Her breath softly disturbed the short hair with each exhale. Ed couldn’t see, but she looked like a depressed child even looking like a goddess in her adult form.
“Would you like for me to give you a name?” Ed asked softly. “It wouldn’t be the first girl I named. Something to fit such a beautiful person?”
Her grip on Ed tightened as she turned her head and laid her cheek against his head now. “I don’t care.” She softly stroked the old Netzi, obviously more content with him than the stuffed animal, at least for now.
The Netzi smiled. “You have a very kind touch, you know? You are much more fit for hugs then knives.” He sighed, and closed his eyes. “You should stay here with us, you know? Better then going back to a father you’re angry at or a mother who died in rage and blind fury. We could take care of you.”
“Tecunte is not my Mommy. And Sekky is not my Daddy anymore. I’m going to see my real Mommy. Sabby told me you guys are going to save her. I am going.” the girl stated in a simply lazy tone. Her breathing was growing slower, and she slowly began shrinking to her child form, snuggling with the Netzi. “I’m going to sleep…” she said, a yawn following after, “Daddy…”
Ed’s ears perked up, and his smile widened even more. “Okay. Please… have a good rest,” he said, a hint of joy in his tone.
Sitting in a high backed chair in Mina’s office, the young girl held her Netzi doll tightly in her arms, glaring at Mina for the entire meeting between Saboran, Ed, Mina, and her. Sabaron had been bringing the guildmaster up to speed on the state of her body and the backstory of her broken, multi personalized soul. She was also going to be given a name. She needed one, when she made it clear with various death threats she was going to save her Mother.
“Alright, alright, you can go on the mission to save Grimora’s soul. Just… you have to make me a promise.” Mina gave her a serious look. “All this… wanting to kill me is behind you from now on, got it? It is a little disconcerting considering you immediately tried to murder me and I don’t want to look over my shoulder every five seconds with you here. I have business competitors, old rivals, and a vampire to worry about already…”
“Grr… fine, I suppose. It would only make Tecunte happy anyways if I killed you, and I don’t want that at all.” the undead homunculus grumbled, squeezing her toy even harder.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Ed asked, concerned. It seemed he was taking the fatherly role serious. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Nyssa,” he added, referring to her by her new name.
“You held my head Daddy.” she pointed out, smiling tenderly. A very new expression for everyone involved. “You think I can actually get hurt?”
“I… suppose not. Though there is no telling what could happen in Hell…”
“She should be fine.” Saboran winked at the girl. “Besides, Lyr will be with her, right. Demi-god teamed up with an undead homunculus. It’ll be a fierce team from them alone.”
“I’m gonna get Mommy no matter what. No matter what.” She said fiercely, her eyes looking to Saboran. “Can you… make me some new knives? I don’t want to use anything given to me by Tecunte anymore.”
The smith god nodded. “I will get right on it. They will be the best knives ever, fit for a god. I just hope you’re good with them.”
“She is,” Mina said, remembering their brief scuffle. “Trust me.” In response, Nyssa only gave Mina a mocking grin. In some way, it was almost relieving to see that there was no murderous intent behind the gaze she gave either.
Bad Apple
Part Two
Sitting up from the table, with head swimming from the movement, the girl brought for repair was relatively unchanged on the inside. Upon delving into her, Saboran discovered the painful truth of what lay inside the girl which was probably Tecunte’s most heinous act. Her soul was composed of several lost ones that likely had wandered the limbo in hell before reaching salvation. The soul of a small girl murdered by her mother, a show girl who died from narcotics; smashed together in a mess that would have destroyed the soul should it be tampered with.
The girl stood up, letting the blanket fall away from her body as she looked over herself, flesh now more vibrant and mended. The scars around her knees, elbows, wrists, and neck were still visible but muted in appearance as well as the various other operational scars that wouldn’t be able to be ridden of without making a whole new body. Slowly growing in size, the homunculus -now in her womanly form- looked over herself. “That… didn’t hurt.”
“Of course not.” Saboran cleared her throat before turning back. “You look wonderful, dear. How do you feel?”
Frowning, the girl reached behind her to pull out one of her knives. She promptly stabbed it into her forearm and yanked it out, watching the wound close. She then looked down at her clothes and quickly hacked at them until they fell away and she was barren. She used her foot to kick one of the tatters. “Stupid clothes… stupid Daddy…”
Saboran frowned at her, and started looking for something else for her to wear. “Why did you do that?” she asked softly.
“Daddy gave them to me. Though he’s not really my Daddy, is he? He’s just a big liar. I hate liars.” the girl growled. She closed her eyes, then swayed as she stumbled forward into Saboran. “Mmm… I’m tired…”
Saboran held her tightly. It reminded her of her own daughter, and the time they needed to catch up on. “Why don’t you put on these clothes and take a nap. They were made for shapeshifters so they should change size with you.”
With a nod, the girl begrudgingly went back to the table.
***
“What is it?” the girl asked Ed, holding up the stuffed animal that looked like a fat Netzi, staring into its glossy black eyes. Despite concerns, Saboran had urged socializing as a part of therapy.
“A toy,” Ed answered. “Something for you to enjoy and… you know, play with.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Guess Tecunte didn’t give you many toys, huh?”
“I know what a toy is. But what is it? It’s just another fuzzy thing.” the girl complained, putting it down next to Ed, which he was twice the size of.
“It’s a toy of a Netzi. I’m a Netzi. Um…” He rubbed his head again. “We are a people… um… many of us believe the gods made us to spread our knowledge with machinery and magitech across the world. Most of my people are very smart, and smithing in one form or another is built into our very being. It is what we are here for.”
“Hm…” Reaching out, she picked Edminfer up easily and turned him around, holding his back to her chest. It was like he was the toy now as she slowly pet his head. “Mmm… soft fuzz…”
Ed chuckled nervously, proving that even Netzi can blush. “Rrrrright. So, um… in all the confusion of you trying to kill Mina and me… shooting you and holding your… severed head… ahem… I never got your name.”
“I’ve gone by a few… Daddy called me Precious. I went by Haru… and Juby. I don’t really have a name.” the girl said with a shrug, scratching under Ed’s chin with her finger as she stared off into space.
Sitting embarrassed but not wanting to bother her, or stop what was essentially pampering, Ed said, “Well, we have to call you something. ‘That girl’ or ‘Hey, you’ doesn’t really work. Do you have any preference?”
“Nope.” she stated, sitting down in a chair, letting Ed sit on her lap as she put her lips on the back of his head, nose resting on the top. Her breath softly disturbed the short hair with each exhale. Ed couldn’t see, but she looked like a depressed child even looking like a goddess in her adult form.
“Would you like for me to give you a name?” Ed asked softly. “It wouldn’t be the first girl I named. Something to fit such a beautiful person?”
Her grip on Ed tightened as she turned her head and laid her cheek against his head now. “I don’t care.” She softly stroked the old Netzi, obviously more content with him than the stuffed animal, at least for now.
The Netzi smiled. “You have a very kind touch, you know? You are much more fit for hugs then knives.” He sighed, and closed his eyes. “You should stay here with us, you know? Better then going back to a father you’re angry at or a mother who died in rage and blind fury. We could take care of you.”
“Tecunte is not my Mommy. And Sekky is not my Daddy anymore. I’m going to see my real Mommy. Sabby told me you guys are going to save her. I am going.” the girl stated in a simply lazy tone. Her breathing was growing slower, and she slowly began shrinking to her child form, snuggling with the Netzi. “I’m going to sleep…” she said, a yawn following after, “Daddy…”
Ed’s ears perked up, and his smile widened even more. “Okay. Please… have a good rest,” he said, a hint of joy in his tone.
*****
Sitting in a high backed chair in Mina’s office, the young girl held her Netzi doll tightly in her arms, glaring at Mina for the entire meeting between Saboran, Ed, Mina, and her. Sabaron had been bringing the guildmaster up to speed on the state of her body and the backstory of her broken, multi personalized soul. She was also going to be given a name. She needed one, when she made it clear with various death threats she was going to save her Mother.
“Alright, alright, you can go on the mission to save Grimora’s soul. Just… you have to make me a promise.” Mina gave her a serious look. “All this… wanting to kill me is behind you from now on, got it? It is a little disconcerting considering you immediately tried to murder me and I don’t want to look over my shoulder every five seconds with you here. I have business competitors, old rivals, and a vampire to worry about already…”
“Grr… fine, I suppose. It would only make Tecunte happy anyways if I killed you, and I don’t want that at all.” the undead homunculus grumbled, squeezing her toy even harder.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Ed asked, concerned. It seemed he was taking the fatherly role serious. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Nyssa,” he added, referring to her by her new name.
“You held my head Daddy.” she pointed out, smiling tenderly. A very new expression for everyone involved. “You think I can actually get hurt?”
“I… suppose not. Though there is no telling what could happen in Hell…”
“She should be fine.” Saboran winked at the girl. “Besides, Lyr will be with her, right. Demi-god teamed up with an undead homunculus. It’ll be a fierce team from them alone.”
“I’m gonna get Mommy no matter what. No matter what.” She said fiercely, her eyes looking to Saboran. “Can you… make me some new knives? I don’t want to use anything given to me by Tecunte anymore.”
The smith god nodded. “I will get right on it. They will be the best knives ever, fit for a god. I just hope you’re good with them.”
“She is,” Mina said, remembering their brief scuffle. “Trust me.” In response, Nyssa only gave Mina a mocking grin. In some way, it was almost relieving to see that there was no murderous intent behind the gaze she gave either.