Lore: Rewrite

Zera:That's a little boring, though...Gentle, do you want to give up already? I mean, I'm sure there are many people who want to kil her, but lack the resources or warriors to do so.

Gentle: We'll give up for today then.
Fierce: Alright, I'll help you though. You are my sister after all.

Zera:Alright, that's wonderful, but if we're done for today...*sits in a chair and goes to sleep in it* Zzzzz....

Fierce teleports in, the whirlwind of her strong magic, tossing everything in the room around.

Gentle: What the hell are you doing here?
Fierce: I'm thirsty, gimme something to drink.
Gentle: And why should se serve you?
Fierce: Because then I won't kill you. Wouldn't you like that? I know you pitiful humans value your own lives so deeply these days. Sickening how much mankind's grown.

Zera gets thrown into a wall by the magic, and keeps sleeping for a few seconds until he wakes up. He cracks his broken neck back into place and exercises it.

Zera:Oh, how nice...and rude. >,>

Fierce: Yeah yeah.
Gentle: Wait, Zera, I think I recall you saying she was sexy.
Fierce: >.> Well he obviously has a good point. I am hot.

Zera:Indeed. ^ ^ What were you trying to accomplish by telling her that, girl? Going to flatter her to death? Hehe...although, I don't recall telling you my name...

Fierce: <.< So where's my drink?
Gentle: No, I was hopiung she'd actually be flattered and you'd fuck her till she's passive to everyone.
FIerce: Even if he were to rape me, I'd still slaughter you pathetic humans by the hundred's.

Zera:Yeah, I don't think it'd work out well...

Gentle: Fine.
Fierce: it would be a one time thing. *throws Gentle into another room* Ah, fun.

Zera:So...surely a service oriented business would be able to better serve your tastes than this place...I mean, really. There must be a better reason for your coming here than simply wanting a drink.

Fierce: I also wanted to throw her through a wall. Fun. *teleports*

Zera:Alrighty then...*goes to Gentle* You ok?

Gentle: No. She threw out my back, that bitch! *teleports to Fierce* Hey! Don't throw me through a wall again!
Fierce: Eh? You've bothered me enough already.

Zera:Heh. *teleports using Gentle's shadow* This should be a nice watch.

Gentle conjures her guns and starts firing on Fierce with her back turend, the rounds create 3 inch holes in her flesh before the holes close up and her back then spews hundreds of chains that all rush out and stab Gentle to near death before retreating into her back and she walks away as Gentle collapses onto the sidewalk of which she was standing.

Zera:Hm....that looks painful. Oh well. Don't know how to heal. *sits next to her* That was so boring and abrupt. >,>

A passing super armored truck rolls past Fierce and seeing the heavy armor, she decides she wants it for herself and thrusts a few chains through, pulling the truck towards her and spilling the truck's contents, a single large spherical container that also opened up, revealing a mass of muscle and biological matter that molded with Fierce before she quickly threw it off, teleporting, leaving the mass to bubble and shrink into itself, forming a female shape, eventually it boiled down into a nude girl with caramel brown skin, white hair and teal eyes, looking the same as Fierce.

Zera:*stands up* Well, this is interesting. *Plague's handle sticks out from his side, and he approaches the new presence cautiously* Can you speak english...thing?

The girl turns to Zera and nods her head.

Zera:Well then...what is your purpose, or do you not have one?

Girl: No. I was just being transported through here and now I gained a body..... and a rather pleasant one at that. very athletic and youthful indeed.

Zera:Indeed...can you tell me what you are, exactly? What you are capable of, possibly?

Dierce: Not at the moment. It'll take some time for my body to figure itself out.

Zera:Well...I suppose I should get clothing on you, not wearing anything might get you into a lot of trouble...unless you can clothe yourself? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised, since it looks like you can morph.