Defilement is a Matter of Perspective, Non-con JT

[William O, Creed]

Moving along across the bridge was something that William had to do, this place wasn’t pleasant no matter where he went and he had no clue where a possible exit was going to be, so he decided it would be best to just keep moving forward. Eventually he’d have to find something or at the very least run out of strange individuals to kill. As he came to the stair slide of a hill he started to make his way down to the shack choosing his steps carefully only for the sixth one to slip on the nasty water and bring him down. Sliding down the minor hill into the shack William begins to curse quietly at his misfortune. Standing up in the shack he realizes now that the back of his pants and coat are covered in the horrific liquid and mud.

“Once we’re out of here I’ll pay extra to help you forget about all this don’t you worry.”

It was rather obvious that the big hole in the first floor was going to be where he’d end up choosing, but William took a moment to move throughout the shack as quietly as possible. Something in this place had to be worth something or be of at least a little help like the crappy weapons he’d been confiscating off the dead. Whether or not he found anything though William in his search took notice of another spearman approaching from a hill. He was close to the shack now and William had to make a choice, his first instinct was to either shoot it or throw a knife, but he didn’t want to lose his knife or risk more approaching from the sound of another shot fired.

So he decided to go about this as quietly as possible. Crouching down in the shack William places his left hand on the floor focusing on the grimy, sew mud beneath that holds the shack and forms the hill. “Send him down.” William issues executing Soul Command once again in order to hopefully make the hill itself slide downwards in a mini mud slide that could keep the spearman away. William wasn’t sure if it could work, but based on the skills of the spearman he’d seen so far this one wouldn’t be able to stay on its feet and would tumble downwards. Afterwards William would waste no time rushing for the hole in the wall towards the other bridge. He’d thought about going down the one in the floor, but decided if nothing else he didn’t want to go even further down in this dump.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

As William issued his soul command the effect he likely intended was a bit more. . . extra than he'd intended. But by this point he'd likely come to terms that Soul command was not going to be the same. In this came the muddy hill itself looked akin to ungodly thin arms bunching out and grabbing at the spearman. It struggled however and actually managed to break off a few of the arms shakily but maintaining it's hold. At least for several seconds. However a couple limbs spawned out from behind it's legs and pulled with all the force they could muster. Thus even with the spearman stabbing the hill to steady itself this only delayed the inevitable. A few more seconds later and the sheer number of arms along with the two grabbing it's legs pushed it on it's ass and down the "hill" like a slip and slide. The hands from that point on returned to the hill and as though they never spawned at all.



The only thing remining was the spear, fire quenched due to the moist earth and still as disgusting and swollen as ever from constant grows and shit water coming in contact with it for god only knows how long. If William was quick, it would be available if he so chose to use it. Meanwhile the spearman would simply be stunned as it'd slammed it's head against the surprisingly rocky surface of the valley wall. Even more surprisingly the bottom was incredibly dry given the large portion of the "top" floor above William.



The ball was yet again in Williams court. He had time to investigate further, though nothing changed sans the stunned spearman. But if he simply stayed put it'd eventually albiet slowly, get up and try to scale the hill again. This time a lot more cautious about the arms and hands that could spawn at any point and time as far as it was concerned. Lastly William if he was paying attention despite the ongoing headache that he was finding the use of his soul command more draining than usual. Not so much to be exhausting or even more than a bit more "will" needed to get it to work. But it was noticeable enough that he could take this into account from here on.

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{Poison Counter}
+1 from the Valley

Total counters on William: 9

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{Enemies around}
One dazed, spear-less humanoid

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{Current Debuffs on William}
Additional 5% reiatsu cost on all techniques/abilities

[William O, Creed]

Getting the spearman down from the hill was accomplished although just like every other usage of Soul Command the results were done in a warped way that William didn’t find visually pleasing. What he saw this time was definitely something out of a horror movie, the worst part being that he wasn’t sure if he’d seen it in one before or if it would even be in a good one. Either way though it had done what he wanted and now he was able to close the distance fast enough to reach down and grab the spear that had been left on the hill. He was getting a headache now which meant that he had to be quick and thus he would do his best to hurl the spear down at his target with the hopes of ending him with his own weapon.

William didn’t have any reason to let him live and he’d already had bad luck with one of these guys getting behind him when he had let down his guard so he wasn’t going to leave that option open again if he could help it. If he missed or if the spear didn’t land well enough to kill the spearman William was just going to take off towards the bridge anyway knowing that the risk wasn’t worth the rears while the enemy was on that hill. He couldn’t risk losing his knife nor using any more of his bullets so for the time being he was just going to try and clear as much space as he could without drawing any more attention to himself. The only other thing he could hope for besides magically finding the exit to this place was for the headache to go away.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Time reference for the video: 5:55 - 6:10



OOC Note: Individual came down the opposite side. The bridge shown is however the same bridge mentioned earlier.





Having been stunned from smacking its head against the rocky wall the humanoid had no chance of responding. Thus, when it was suddenly impaled by William who'd thrown its own spear is simply tried to screech before it'd inevitably die. The problem being that one of its lungs had been punctured thus there really wasn't much it could do. Hell, it wasn't even physically capable of removing the damn spear due to shock from the attack and its body beginning to fail it. All it could do in the meantime was glare at the man who'd killed it before finally letting out the last breath it had and letting its head fall limp.



From here the path to the bride was open and for once, dry. The only moisture here was the blood from the thing William had killed and all the "water" that was dripping off William. But his reprieve from the rain would be short lived at best. Because as William would get to the opening, which was a massive hole in the wall of the structure, he'd see something honestly sort of disheartening. For one thing there would be another humanoid simply waiting on the bridge. Though it appeared to be looking for something likely William given the sounds from his gun a short while back. But given there had been a period of time between the prior shot and now it was nearing the end of its search. This could mostly be told given the humanoid was looking down deeper into the valley.



If William chanced a longer glance at the area on the other side of the bridge after his initial glance towards the bridge, he'd also see a couple more bodies just sitting around. It would be hard to say if these two were simply talking in their own way or wallowing in their pity party together. Regardless the two were only about 2 feet from one another and were currently sitting on the shaky roof of a very large rectangular shack. Meanwhile the area on the other side of the bridge was fairly dry given the shacks that were built both into the valley side and on top of the current shack were hindering the rains efforts to continually drench the area in shit water. The wall would still be moist namely due to water finding a way through the shacks. But that was to be expected at this point.



These extra additions and potentially surveyed area however paled in comparison to what William would start to realize. Whatever this place was and whatever was being dumped here and that was covering all the inhabitants was starting to show signs of taking effect. And the effects were much more than just a simple headache. For one thing he was starting to notice he was growing tired and was a bit warm despite the water on his body. It'd feel like he was sick or starting to get sick. To further show this if he inspected his legs and arms, he'd begin to see blotches appearing like freckles. They were small some light purple and others much darker, but none were terribly large. At most half an inch at the absolute worst. Most however were not nearly that big but what they lacked in size they made up for in number. And worse yet in body aches. It really felt like the start of getting the flu with all the symptoms William was starting to manifest.



If William was particularly familiar with his reiatsu he'd also find that it was noticeably more sluggish. Like it was lethargic and reflecting the growing sickness in soul as his body was. Regardless of what he may have thought prior it was obvious what was causing it. He needed to hurry his pace or find something to help staunch the pace of this poison or sickness. The problem being that nothing here seemed to work against it. Everything water, air, earth, and all the materials were just horribly corroded and utterly saturated with the filth. And the things that lived here were much more saturated than the environment would ever be.

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{Williams Poison Counters}
+1 from Valley

Poison Counter total: 10

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{Enemies around}
1 dagger wielding humanoid on the bridge, opposite side

2 humanoids sitting on the roof of a rickety shack. Weapons unknown if any.

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{Current debuffs on William}
+10 Reiatsu cost to all techs/abilities/etc

General body aches and increased fatigue

Blotches on the skin over arms and legs.

Last but not least mild-moderate headache

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{Souls gained}
+20 from humanoid that was speared through

[William O, Creed]

Damn this place wherever it actually was and what was happening here. William felt his body rejecting everything that he wanted to do and what he could normally accomplish. This place was almost like a guarantee to end up a fact that /William welt was haunting almost. He hated the sensation of being sick and right now that was exactly what he started to experience. Taking his time and eliminating everything that he came across was evidently working against him as even the air here was likely harming him every moment he stayed here. He only had one choice and that was to figure out a method to get out of here and do it as swiftly as possible which meant no longer killing everything he came across.

This decision was what led to William running down the bridge, his speed noticeably slower to himself as he does his best to keep his breathing steady. He could see all of the villagers on the bridge near him, but wouldn’t make a move on them unless he saw them doing so first. In preparation though he’d already drawn his knife prior to starting his jog. “Just get to the other side and figure out where to go next.” The sensation of the filth on his skin one that implemented the goose bumps like sensation across William. This place was already cementing itself as an area of torment for the worst sort of individuals.

[Arantima Kawada]

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