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Seven Deadly Cupcakes

[Today, Nero was unfortunate enough to find out about "unique" properties of the Northern Wing. Worst of all, he seemed to be flat-out stuck in the room until he did what was required of him.

On the wall above a large fold-out table there was a note:]

Please enjoy the cupcakes before exiting the room.

[Underneath, the table was decorated with seven plays multicolored frosted cupcakes, all of which looks absolutely delectable. There was definitely something suspicious about them though, even without the note...]

((OOC: So, the rules. Basically your character can't leave the room until they eat at least one cupcake. The effects are based off the seven deadly sins, and you can interpret how your character would represent those sins however you wish. Here's the list:

Blue Icing: Lust (intense desire for power, money, fame, etc.)
Orange Icing: Gluttony (over-indulgence to the point of wastefulness)
Yellow Icing: Greed (excessive materialism)
Light Blue Icing: Sloth (physical or spiritual laziness)
Red Icing: Wrath (uncontrollable hatred and anger)
Green Icing: Envy (jealously driven desire)
Violet Icing: Pride (perceived/desired superiority and a lack of respect for others)

Now have fun and mingle! ♥ ))

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[Nero hunches over and shields his eyes at the sudden explosion. He bats away a few stray piece of burning wood from his hair and shoulders once it's over, and upon seeing Pyrrha there he merely tilts his head in a sneer.]

Sorry, it's already taken. But I can give you an ass kicking if you wa-- [Needless to say his words are cut short when he's suddenly, and unexpectedly, caught between Pryrha's thighs.

He just lays there numbly, his boiling rage subsiding for a moment to give way to sheer embarrassment. It really only was a moment though, because next thing he's smacking her ruthlessly in the side with his Devil Bringer.]

Urngh-! [Pyrrha gasps; falling off to the side a bit as she releases Nero from between her thighs- but as Nero hit her in the side with his demon arm, Pyrrha brought her own deformed claw of a hand on top of his; scratching against it fiercely as she forcefully interlocks their fingers.]

Yes, Nero... MORE! [She moves in to hover over his body a bit; their conjoined hands still violently pressed together.] Hold on to me... I want you to feel this.

[With that, Pyrrha raises the round shield that's on her free arm, goes to slam it repeatedly against the man's face.]

Huurgh.... [Nero pushes back against her hand, baring his teeth as he tries to push her back. His sword-wielding arm braces itself against the ground to give him more leverage.]

You crazy son of a-- [There's the distinct, nauseating sound of metal hitting bone as Nero's skull is bashed with her shield. Which each consecutive hit his grip on her hand weakens until eventually, much like his torso, it falls flat against the floor. His hand twitches a bit afterward indicating he is still very much alive, if momentarily incapacitated.]

[Pyrrha violently attacks the prone man; bashing him in the face with her shield again, and again, and again-- Until he lays entirely stunned; nothing but a feint twitch indicating that he's even still alive.]

[Gradually, Pyrrha's movements slow to a stop. She pants for breath; slowly but surely losing steam after unleashing all of her anger and frustration out on Nero's face. She trembles, slightly, in the aftermath of her own fury; desperately panting for breath. Eventually, she leans in; raising her deformed hand and slowly running it over the incapacitated man's chest.] I know you're still here...

...I can still feel you... deep inside... [One of her claws tears slightly at the front of Nero's shirt- before stopping just above his abdomen.]

It's time to say goodbye. [With that, she raises her mutated arm and violently shoves her claws straight through Nero's gut; impaling him with her razor-sharp fingers.]

[Nero's breathing was ragged, his face bloody and bruised from the beating, but otherwise he was fine and lacked any broken bones.

He started to stir again, opening his eyes and gripping his sword in his hand. But he was far too slow, and a cry of pain rips from his throat as Pyrrha tears through his gut. The pain is intense, nauseating even, and he can feel blood well up in his esophagus.

Nero doesn't think, he just does--using the phantom-arm of his Devil Bringer to smack her off him, but it's lacking the force of his previous attacks.

With Pyrrha off, he rolls on to his side and hack up blood as his human arm presses against the bleeding wound. After the coughing subsides Nero slowly starts to get to his feet, stumbling first before brandishing his sword as if the continue fighting.]

I'm not...done yet...

[For a brief moment, Pyrrha merely observes the man below her; smiling as she enjoys what she assumes to be his death-cry. Nero is so warm inside... so red. Pyrrha lingers in the moment, perhaps a bit too long- before suddenly she is once again hit with a powerful force.]

Augh! [Pyrrha's hand is torn from Nero's body as she lands a few feet away; even more startled at Nero's recovery than she is physically hurt by his attack. How... how can he still stand...?]

[The girl's eyes go wide as she stares up at the man; gradually forcing herself up into a sitting position. She's tired, and bruised, and bloodied in some areas... But that's not why she has stopped attacking. Pyrrha's surprised expression lingers on Nero's bloody wound, before looking down at her own blood-soaked claw of a hand as though she hadn't even noticed it before.]

Ngh...! [Pyrrha winces as her head begins to pound; a massive headache overtaking her. Gradually, the intense fire behind the girl's eyes slowly begins to fade.] W- what...?

[Nero seems to gradually recover from the blow as he heavily makes his way towards Pyrrha. His wound is still dripping blood, and he leaves a trail of bloodied footprints behind him.]

Hah...my turn.

[Bracing his sword horizontally in front of him he charges forward, aiming to skewer Pyrrha much like she had him.]

W-wait... [Pyrrha glances down. Momentarily distracted by the horror of her own malfested arm, which seems to be gradually shifting and shrinking as the room's effect begins to disppate- Pyrrha remains unaware of Nero's attack until he has already started charging quickly towards her.] Stop....

[The girl gasps; going to raise her shield to protect herself at the very last moment. She screams, desperately;]

PLEASE STOP..!!!

[Nero's eyes widen at Pyrrha's plea and he stops, the tip of his sword just barely touching the curve of her shield.]

... [As he sees her start to return to normal, he can feel a sense of guilt come over him. Something was...wrong, he was still angry, but he was beginning to see through the haze the room had caused.

Pyrrha was just a girl now, begging him to stop. Worst of all, Nero was now realizing that he'd attacked first. He slowly lowers his sword and lets out a small cough, blood dripping down his chin.

He really was a...monster, wasn't he?]

[Pyrrha hesitantly lowered her shield, before quickly scrambling backwards. And she kept moving, until her back was against the wall; as if physically distancing herself from Nero could remove her from the reality of the situation. At this point, Pyrrha's arm is entirely back to normal; fleshy digits now complimenting her hand rather than sharp, horrible claws. One would almost think that the entire incident was nothing more than a bad dream... Except her hand is still dripping with fresh blood, and the room is a burnt mess, and Nero is still very hurt.] ...No...

This can't... I-- I didn't...!

[The girl swallows; looking to Nero with a look of absolute horror on her features. For a moment, words escape her entirely. What do you SAY to someone whom you've just impaled with your own hand?] A-Are you...

[-Well, no, he's NOT okay. He's bleeding heavily, and coughing up blood. Pyrrha's lower-lip quivers as she asks;] ...Are you... dying..?

[Now that he didn't have to keep fighting, Nero allowed himself to fall back to his knees. Breathing was painful enough without having to exert extra energy by standing, or holding his sword which was next to fall to the ground.]

No. [Nero swallows, closing his eyes as he seems to think.]

I wouldn't die so easily. Let alone by a... [He lets out a short, forced laugh.] ...girl.

[Unfortunately, Nero doesn't seem to be doing so well despite his cocky attitude.]

...Just need a minute.

[Despite his forced laugh, Pyrrha doesn't look very convinced. She needs... she needs to do something. She needs to get him some help!]

[Still feeling a bit sick to her stomach, Pyrrha slowly rises up to her feet. Her clothes are tattered and torn; skin cut and bruised. She walks over to the bleeding man with a slight limp; the pain coursing through her own body momentarily overridden by her guilt and fear that Nero may die at any moment.]

[It's absolutely awful, but for a moment.... Pyrrha doesn't want to touch him. It has nothing to do with her usual awkwardness about contact... and it's not even that she doesn't trust him around her- as it is that she doesn't trust herself around him. Still, the girl swallows hard; pushing past her own reluctance and reaching out to help the man up.]

Y- you need... to see a doctor.

[Nero refuses her help, turning his head away and getting to his feet by himself. As severe as the injury is, the fact that he can still walk is reassurance that it's not lethal.

Even though it should be.]

Yeah, I remember where it is. [He clenches his jaw.] I'm fine.

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But you're not!

[Pyrrha furrows her brow; feeling awful. Her eyes well up with tears; streaming down her face as she speaks. Does Nero not want her near him? She can't blame him... but... She never wanted any of this to happen!]

I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry..! [She sniffles; wiping at her face with her not-torn sleeve. Pyrrha's voice is a quiet whimper as she cries.] P-please... please don't hate me....

I just... I want to do... something.... [Pyrrha openly sobs against her arm; words coming in between short breaths. She's killed people before... but... as terrible as it may sound, it's a lot easier to claim pure self-defense and run away from a murder than it is to seriously wound someone and then have to stay and watch them slowly bleed afterwards.]

[Gods... she really is awful.]

[Nero lets out a small groan at her pleading.]

I don't care. [He starts to walk towards the door of the room, leaning heavily towards one side.]

You're not sorry, you just don't want me to kill you. [Once he reaches the door he stops with a hand on the knob, shooting her a bitter smile.]

And it worked, so get out of here before I change my mind.

Th-that's not it...

[No- she doesn't want to get hurt, and she certainly doesn't want to have him as an enemy of hers because of this- but Pyrrha is genuinely sorry.]

[Nero doesn't seem interested in hearing it, though. Pyrrha awkwardly averts her gaze. With her assistance now rejected for a second time, the girl furrows her brow; conceding defeat. She's not about to force herself on him now, that's for certain; even if she does yearn for a chance to make things right between them.]

[Falling back down to her knees, Pyrrha hunches over; feeling the full effects of her own injuries. It... may be best for her to focus on her own recovery at the moment; seeing as there's not much that she can do for someone who doesn't want her help. Besides... What good would she do, anyway? She'd probably only end up making matters worse for him...]

....Okay. [Pyrrha responds simply; clearly giving up. She doesn't exactly have will- nor the energy- to argue right now.]

[Seeing Pyrrha give up, Nero slumps his shoulders, giving off an air of defeat despite having "won" the battle. Nobody really won though. All Nero had done was make a girl fall to her knees, covered in cuts and bruises.

Wordless, he turns the knob and limps out of the room.]

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