"Burn, fucker! Burn!...Or melt." Lucky cocked an eyebrow as "Lana" seemed to melt away, instead of shriveling up into ash. "How unsatisfying." He appeared to lose his sadistic smile, instead looking...well, dissatisfied and bored. Goddamnit, he wanted this impostor to scream. Maybe the fire powers she had gave her an immunity. Or maybe, with the way she melted, she was the Wicked Witch of the Whichever Direction It Came From.Lana
The rabbit pulled out a flamethrower from somewhere and began to blast me with flames. Ironic since I moments before burned a man to death myself. This actually seemed to work. As the flames engulfed me, I began to lose shape almost as if I were melting. Before long I was reduced to what looked like a bubbling puddle of tar... however, I wasn’t dead. I just lost my disguise. I slowly began to rise back up, but in a different shape this time. A much more simple design.
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It was no longer Lana. It had dropped its disguise and revealed what it truly was. It just stared at Lucky not moving an inch.
When "Lana" lost her form entirely and became but a puddle of black goo, Lucky thought the fight to be over. The new creature, however, rose back up, simply staring at him with those strange pink orbs. It didn't move, either, like it was offended that Lucky had exposed it, and was waiting for an apology. Of course, Lucky was gonna give it something, all right. But what? The flamethrower clearly didn't do much damage, and he knew full well what would happen if he made physical contact. Seeing as it was a gooey being, his best bet was to capture it, but with what? There weren't any glass domes around. "Okay, what's your next move, Las-er...Thingy?"
And then the ghost girl from before just had to float by and push his hot button.
“You sound like you desperately need some friends, if you’re enjoying this that much.”
If the blobby thing was good at reading body language, then it could tell from Lucky's stiffening, shoulder hunching, and teeth gritting that he was about to snap, and snap hard.
"Listen here, you little shit." Lucky snarled like a rabid dog. "Do you know why I would go out of me way to close me heart off like this? Because I've learned what friends can cost you. If you aren't lookin', they'll suck out everything you liked about yourself! In just a few hours, I was turned from Lucky O'Chopper to Lucky O'Coward, constantly worrying about whether or not I put them in harm's way! Now look at me. I've got nobody to worry about! I'm back to bein' violent, and I love it! I missed it!" There came the whole kit-caboodle again: The red veins around his line of sight, the cracks in the jade pulsating faster and brighter, and his breaths becoming sharp enough to cut. "How fucking dare you insinuate that I would be willin' to give meself up a second time, after all I went through to get meself back!" For once, he well and truly raised his voice. "I fell into namby-pamby land once, and I managed to free meself, no thanks to any 'friends'! I am NOT, and you WILL not, drag me back into your naïve little-" Suddenly, he grabbed his now panging head, and crumpled to the roof of the Technical, panting. "That goddamn Freelancer tampering...I was hopin' that Mismakora's spell would've fixed this, too. I can only hope this self-patches until then." He rose groggily, shaking the nausea out of himself.