The Reapers' Game {AU}

[EvilCopepod]

"Bastards..." Thrax said quietly to himself, who the hell came up with this game? "I'll rip their f*cking throat out!" It was bad enough being stuck here, but having them take away his chain too? That was too much. He sighed, trying to compose himself again, he didn't want to freak out, at least he could still get it back. "Where do we go first?" He gritted through his teeth.

[Quill]

There was a quiet, mocking laugh from behind Thrax. A platinum blond, scrawny-looking young man no older than fifteen was leaning against the statue of Hachiko. His violet eyes were focused on the virus, an irritating smirk playing on his pale lips. Coiled around his hand was Thrax's DNA chain.

[EvilCopepod]

"You sick bastard!" Thrax's claw glowed orange and he ran at the guy who dared to take his DNA chain. "There's going to be nothing left of you when I'm finished!"

[Quill]

The young man laughed quietly, Thrax passing thorugh him harmlessly. "You can get this back when you win," he spoke quietly. "Until then, you should take your anger out...on them." A loud mechanical humming filled the air. Large red grafitti-like symbols were hanging in the air, hovering over Thrax and Kariya. "Good luck, Red Death." And he was gone.

[EvilCopepod]

"Damn him!" His chain had been so close, but he still couldn't get it, now he was gone. I guess I'll just have to play the game. "What the hell are thos things?" He looked up at the symbols.

[chez]

Kariya watched, stiff. His partner's 'claw' was glowing. More important, though, was the boy. "He can't be a Reaper..."
Attention snapping back to the symbols, he stepped forward, beside Thrax. "Those are Noise. Monsters that live in this dimension. To take 'em down, we gotta work together; we won't be able to see each other once we start fighting, but I'll still be there." He cast a critical gaze over the Noise symbols and blew out a bored sigh. "Wolves, huh? We could take 'em, but," he shrugged, "it'd be easier to run. Whaddaya think, partner?"

[EvilCopepod]

Thrax didn't know what the hell these 'Noise' things were, but he didn't really care. "I think we should kill them, I need to blow off some steam."

[Quill]

The gray wolves growled and snapped at them, drawing closer. Their long tails, formed by blue tribal tattoos, whipped back and forth restlessly.

[chez]

"Whatever you say, partner." Kariya smirked. "In the UG, we have powers called 'psychs'. You'll find some pins in your pocket, which give you special abilities if you put them on. Not every pin works for everyone, and not in the same way. I suggest you fight like you're used to doing, if you've got a certain style. You should be able to find your psych easy enough. Ready?"
He sank into a crouch as the Noise symbols burst into animals; lanky, ragged dusty-grey wolves, with blue tattoos for forelegs and tails.

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[Quill]

One of the wolves snapped at Thrax, snarling. As if on cue, the other wolves lunged forward, whipping by Thrax and Kariya, slashing at them visciously.

[EvilCopepod]

((I suppose tattoo wolves count as woodland creatures... Wow they look so cool!))
Damn, those things look freaky, whatever. He struck the nearest one with his deadly claw, hoping that this time it would actually work, unlike that other guy.

[Quill]

The wolf howled in pain, falling back. Wispy black vapor escaped the wound before it healed over. The wolf lunged, digging its claws into Thrax's chest.

[chez]

Kariya sighed, uncaring, and raked his fingers through his hair. The Reaper thrust a hand forward, loosing a volley of bursts of blue fire at the Noise, and nimbly danced away from the sprinting wolves.
He waited for the thrill of adrenaline, the burst of eager excitement that came with fights--nothing. The Reaper stumbled for a moment, surprised.

[Quill]

The wolves howled as they were struck. One of them fell back, its body suddenly dissolving into a burst of what looked like television static. A few wolves took its place, lunging at Kariya again.

[chez]

Kariya scowled, irritated, and tried to flare out his wings and take to the sky, ready to channel his energy into his most powerful psych--again, nothing. No wings. "Damn!"
He jumped back a few steps, still throwing bursts of blue fire, gritting his teeth in frustration. This whole Player thing was really throwing him off.