Fantasy Visionary Panic

The towering creature lumbered ahead, the eyes that were exposed on its body all whirled around rapidly in different directions, it seemed to have sensed that there are still humans around, Visionaries nonetheless.


"Helllll— Hellllllllllll—"


It screeched again at the sky as various attacks from the humans around it began to sprinkle its body, first was the strong piecing and then explosive force on its arm. The dusty blonde man who have rolled out of the collapsed building before the humanoid watched, his gold amber eyes were clearly following Tony's trail even hidden behind sunglasses. They widened, it was the type of expression that is in-between shock and terror. Shock was that someone would dare attack a humanoid muduo just like that, although that wasn't the main factor. Owenios of the Blue Markets was far from a pushover, he had attacked this muduo himself after all. His terror came from the fact that he knows what would happen if you simply attack this foe.

"No don't- Don't cut off it's—" The blonde man tried to shout to the attacker, but it was too late as the sound of ripping sinew and crackling bones soon filled the street instead.

Tony's attack was quite effective, it appeared that this humanoid was quite "human" indeed. It even had some disjointed, ichor stained bones with too many joints connecting them in its long flimsy arms. That had absorbed some of the impact, but the top half of flesh and sinew was blown away, scattered into bits and pieces that were flung across all directions. The bone itself cracked, splinters of the hard substance also flew about.

But soon something was abode, the shattered pieces of flesh that flew into the air slowed their gravity induced movements, and began to transform in midair into sharp, broken glass like shards. They appear to be similar to the bone that the creature had, hard enough to be a weapon at least, although the hardening itself was a little callous. The flesh-turned shards began to change direction, the slashing piecing end of the bits and pieces pointed directly at its aggressor, and any sign of life around it.

"—Limbs..." Of course they wouldn't listen to him, no one would, not when he told them true information anyways. The gelatinous blob behind the blonde man who tried to warn the others present expanded, it expanded to envelope his entire body as well as the few survivors that he was previous carrying. A few shards struck the gelatinous substance, the pitch black shards seem to be melting or becoming one with the light blue jelly. Strands of black ink in a clear blue canvas. Although the black shards seem to be trying to dig through this defense, like it was with the defense of any other human it targeted.

However, the shards seemed to have stopped their advance and plummeted to the ground as a sniper shot hit the towering creature. A few eyes that were edged between the sinew and tissue exploded into fluid and blood, it trailed down the fibers, like bloodied tears upon the creature's body. The blue canvas dissolved soon after and what remained of the shard plummeted to the ground, however they did not stay there, instead they seem to be melting away, crawling at the humanoid slowly.

"Cutting parts off just gives it more weapons against you! I frick'in tried!"

The humanoid seemed to have paid no regard to the words of humans, however the actions of them had greatly intrigued it. The loudspeaker that Rai threw bounced off the monster's twisted "face", springing off like a tennis ball on a net. The eyeballs turned towards the mangled left arm, even the broken ones punctured by Jaclyn's shot turned in their mushy sockets. As Rai sprang up the creature lifted its right arm, however it did not strike at the moving human, instead it picked up the remains of the speak unit along with a handful of rubble.


"Pffffffff— Wihllllllll—"


It screeched again as it brought up its arm, wanting to strike with the handful of rubble as a tool. But it was not on the blue haired human that is now slashing away at its body, instead, it bashed its own mangled left arm. It bashed the limb again and again.

The sound of sinew tearing.

The sound of what remained of the bone cracking.

The creature bashed its own arm.

Again.

And again.


"Hellllllllll—"


The arm cracked off, and its shape began to merge into an elongated form. Half spear-tip, half drill-bit. Although it is more like a drill bit now as the tip began to whirl and spin. The right arm of the creature moved forth and grabbed ahold of the flesh made weapon, its entire body shook as it sensed something traversing its body, the eyes that were attacked whirled wildly in their broken and bloodied, ichor-ed sockets in pain and confusion. It dragged the spear around its own body, not hitting any eyes however, but the flying bits of flesh formed into sharp shards again to attack anyone nearby.

When it finally traced the scampering human, it shoved the flesh drill onto the vicinity of the building, decimating the corner.

The spear and drill like weapon dug at its resistor hard, its rotation speeding up as the creature does not seem to understand just what is standing in its way anymore. The ground beneath Tony would crack more, the already aging pavement splintering and breaking under the immense pressure, dark, long wounds carved into the city's bloodstream. The cracks deepen as the road itself begins to give out completely, underground water pipes began to burst, running water gushed out of the ground mixing with the liquified muduo parts and remains into a dark grey sludge. The area sunk a little, perhaps the crackling concert and building foundations can no longer hold up the weight and energy that this showdown was causing.


This was when something else stepped on the creature, it was another human that had came along with the one that was stopping it. The kick that she did made the ground give out further, the cracks slowly bursting into shape as they inched closer and closer to the muduo itself. It tried to balance itself as it wrestled with what was in front it, its various eyes blinking again and again trying to understand the dimensions that had just unfolded in front of it. Soon, a portion of the ground gave in from all the fighting and a small sinkhole appear on the right side of the muduo. The creature felt itself sink on its rights, it can feel something other than itself coming apart, it had felt itself move, it had realized that things can move in this way.

It has understood the concept of "up" and "down".


"Hellllllllllll—"


With another screech, the humanoid decided to stop thrusting the drill ahead, instead it flung the half flesh half bone appendage upwards, along with the human that have decided to hold so firmly to it. It hurled the weapon itself up high, almost like it have decided to abandon this stale course of action. The limb weapon flew along with Tony above the muduo, right towards a pile of suspiciously swirling rubble that was in the airspace nearby.

Dust floated in the air from all the moving rubble, a flurry of soil and metal and rust pelted the air. This was when two long ranged projectiles struck the muduo. One struck a certain part of the body, and a brilliant surge of light bursted out from the monster. Almost at the same time a deafening boom rang out, light was faster than sound, but its not like anyone could tell at this point. The super heated projectile that seemingly came out of no where did declare the newcomer combatant's presence, it trailed along the battlefield in the bright light in a surging series of sparks.

And explosions.

Owenios of the Blue Markets always wore sunglasses for a reason. That reason is not to protect himself from arbitrary flash bangs, but in this moment it might as well be. It was truly a wonder to behold, it felt like the sun had given this perpetually brumous city a hug this day. The soil and rust particles, in dust that had been stirred up, grounded up, tossed around with visionary powers again and again seems to have held a grudge for this abuse of inanimate objects. They combusted in the areas where the dust was the most dense. It was a chain of dust explosions in the proximity of the area, dealing indiscriminate damage to everything near the humanoid.

All of this was covered up by the roaring light from the flash bang, that engulfed the area in its own right, blinding anyone what wasn't aware of its presence, and perhaps those who were couldn't sufficiently react either. The blinding light combined with a series of chained explosions was a truly brilliant sight, it took the already crumbling structures in the vicinity into a new stage of being destroyed, and the sounds of screaming or exclamation in the distance can be heard even through the ringing of one's ears.

When the light and the resounding explosive echoes began to subside, there would be much more collapsed structures around, some of them now covered in smothering soot. The humanoid muduo was still standing...perhaps that is how it could be described. Its neck area was punctured by a jagged edge of its own bone weapon, the rest of its body hung low while its neck was forcefully propped up by the jagged bone pole buried deep in its flesh, almost like a crucifixion by the windpipe. The muduo however, did not seem to mind, some of the eyes in its body and basket like head had been reduced to smother pastes, yet it tried to walk after the commotion had subsided. All it managed to do was tear off strands of flesh from its own neck as it twitched.

It twitched, it twitched, it twitched, it twitched. It collapsed to the ground.

But it kept on twitching and twitching and twitching. It was hard to tell if it was an effort to struggle or simply something it always was meant to do. Although it was only twitching for seconds, it felt like that grotesque motion was what it was created to do. It twitched and twitched, some of its flesh dripped off; it twitched and twitched, some of its flesh was flowing into the cracks on the ground; it twitched and twitched; then spikes erupted out of the ground.

Spikes made out of harden flesh, much like the flying shards from earlier, erupted out of the ground after the liquid flesh gathered in the newly formed cracks from the battle. The began erupting everywhere, but especially near where the humans were. The main body of the humanoid muduo laid twitching where it was, but its movement clearly indicates control rather than struggle now. More spikes erupted from the ground, perhaps the creature wanted the humans to experience the crucifixion by neck that it was currently going through. A bullet from another newly arrived combatant managed to strike one of the erupting spikes, its fleshy sharpness bursted into goo after being shot. Perhaps it saved someone, perhaps it didn't, perhaps no one paid attention.


"Helllll..."


It was more of a harrowing whimper now, the screech came along with a whistling sound as the sound was squeezed out of a punctured neck, like wind whistling. But the spikes kept on erupting, retreating, and erupting again anyways, keeping up this strange reversed game of wack a mole on the surface.

A pink-haired girl wearing a long white coat and a pure white mask fashioned in the shape of an animal skull emerged out of a small crowd in the hospital's Civillian Wing that was now quickly speaking within itself excitedly, with no shortage of wondrous "ohh-"s and "ahh-"s left behind. She traveled down the hall and made a turn at a place with a hanging sign: Combatants' Wing. A smaller line of text was written below: Warning - Beware of Stray Weaponry. The sign didn't seem to faze her at all, although the girl's stature is short, she seems quite calm and professional. Her own weapon was fashioned on her waist, a strange polished hatchet made out of some pure white material, it was unusual indeed.

She turned to a door that was already opened, it seemed like there were visitors, or at least enough of the people she needed to meet were present. The assumption of independent Visionaries that her team made initially seems to have been a mistake, as it appears that the combatants on the forefront of the incident were members of a newly formed Special Task Force. The Task Forces usually had their specific missions to do, the pink-haired girl didn't know whether their mission was even related to the humanoid, what Task Force is made to deal with those once-in-multiple-decades threats anyways? It was commendable either way, simply jumping into the fray like that.

After stepping into the room she saw the members of the Task Force that she was thinking about, although she had some very basic information, these types of things were very different in person than on paper. It wasn't unheard of for Special Task Forces to recruit independents, but even by that standard, this seemed like a little much. But her experience from her first mission in the outer bounds served her well as she maintained her composure.

"Greetings." She said calmly with a knock on the door. "My name is Reef, Reef of the Scavengers Division. I was responsible for cleaning up the mess your team left." It was difficult to tell whether this was a simple statement or meant as a condemnation, everything from the girl's voice to her appearance was expressionless and sterile, even more so than the hospital's clean white walls.

But she soon continued and made her intentions clear, although the words she said didn't match her emotionless tone. "I am here to congratulate you, heroes of the hour, for dealing with the greatest crisis Mistol has faced in thirty years. I arranged for all combatants involved to be admitted to this hospital as a token of my respect." After she spoke Reef pulled out a front page of a newspaper from her coat's pouch.


Reef left the newspaper on a small desk in the hospital room, her attitude was as hard to read as ever. She straightened herself up in a rather formal pose. "I have been informed that your Task Force will be compensated as soon as the lingering logistics issues get resolved. " She turned to leave before pausing at the door, tilting her head as if thinking about something, then adding a final statement. "I do not know what purpose your Task Force was formed, but please take a break from your assigned missions if possible. I wish you luck in your future endeavors."

["Bzzt- Bzzt- M-mm-morning radio broadcast from Station Soulbound Fog here. The weather today is clear skies beyond upper mist levels, but it seems like a lot of residents would be able to see it for themselves today!"]

[“The rebuilding of the outbound area that has been attacked is still underway, please make way for any logistics personnel if residents happen to observe them while on duty!”]

[“This is today’s ‘Lost and Found Requests’ section. Western commercial district, one lost bicycle, red-painted frame, two bells, potentially stolen…

…One camera film reel, with a sticker that says ‘Caiver’ on its side, please return to ‘The Painted Town’ headquarters for a reward…

…One calico cat, eight years old, missing since a month ago…]


Another day the sun’s light slowly basked the city of Mistol. The mist was slightly thinner today and the pale blue sky faded in and out of the view of people on the outskirts of the city, including the area where the base of AHM000 is. The radio from nearby residences blurted out the mundane yet peaceful news and going ons in the city, it was a quiet day. In fact, the past month was a quiet month. Since the humanoid breach happened, the city has been relatively safe, with few other attacks happening outside of the most thinly veiled areas of the outskirts. The Blue Market’s people took care of that like they usually do, even for them, the days have been mildly drifting by.

The sound of construction came from the general area where the attack took place, some workers said it took them a week to just scrub the soot off of the ground, but most sung praises of what happened in that place despite the cinder based disaster it left behind. Newspaper clippings and entire issues piled up on the warehouse’s doorstep, all were about the attack and how it was eventually stopped. The newly formed Special Task Force got its first acknowledgments by the public, this was rare for Tasks Forces in general, nevertheless one that was just created.

It was another day, another meeting of the members of AHM000, including the ones that have missed the big commotion from a month ago. However, their mission was still present, impossible as it may be: finding a way to eliminate all muduo. It seemed like a tall task for any breathing soul that walked upon this world, and many members of AHM000 didn’t seem to take it too seriously either…or perhaps they just didn’t know where to start. Yet they would meet back in this warehouse surrounded by mist anyways, day after day until the wheels of fate begins to turn once more.