Kins rp reference

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First session with Min

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Second session? with Min

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third? session with Min

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[kinkachu]

He ached so much, the pain lurching up for every heavy step he took, every hard breath he swallowed, but he continued to push forward regardless of his pains, scrambling to get away from the house, the people. The memories. He couldn’t face them, not tonight at least. It was all crashing back around him, making him remember what he wished so desperately to forget.

His legs pumped hard, putting more and more distance between them; stumbling every once in a while for the lame foot he now had. That wouldn’t stop him though, nothing would. He simply chewed his lip with a vengeance, rampaging through the thickest section of forest all in his frantic attempt to escape.

The blood boiled hot within his veins, pounding from toe to head and back again. His heart could barely keep up with itself, thumping wildly against his ribcage as if it too wished to escape. It wasn’t until his injured foot gave completely out did he stop, falling head first into a boulder. The rock split down the middle, sprinkling his shoulders with its loose pieces.

Min groaned pitifully, clutching his cracked horn while pushing himself into a sitting position. Stars temporarily danced across his vision, forcing him to clench them shut, sitting perfectly still with head cradled between his claws. “Oh God…” he moaned, instantly gritting his teeth when those two words swam in and out of his thoughts, a memory flickering to life as if a candle had just been struck in his mind.

“Oh God…”

That voice… he knew that voice. How could he ever forget it?

“Oh dear God…”

“F-father?”

“What have I done? What have I created?”

“Father, please….” Min begged, his eyes flashing open to no longer see the forest. Instead
it was his cage. His first imprisonment. The lab… yes, he remembered that lab. And the man in white… his creator… his father….

“It‘s awake….” Came the first voice he could recall ever hearing. That gentle, deep voice that had once been so excited to see him.

The man laughed. He was laughing at him. That sound, for what ever reason, had irritated the beetle beyond comprehension. An exhausted -though more confused- roar spouted from between his fangs, ending the mans amusement on the spot. “Good heavens.” the scientist whimpered, drawing back a few steps… especially when Min parted his lids to look around. Those glowing eyes taking in his surroundings, heaving nervously at the strange, alien world he was now trapped in. A cold, empty room with cold, rusted bars set around him. He couldn’t comprehend where he was, or who he was for that matter; the strange, fragile looking man that stood a great distance away from him looking more and more frightened as the beetle stood; revealing to the man just how large he was.

“Good heavens…” the man mumbled again, causing his creation to cock his massive head to the side, studying him just as intently as he to it. “I-I-I must h-have underestimated just how b-b-big you would get. Hehe.” his nervous laughter set a deep frown upon the beetle’s face, sending the man to swallow hard, then turn away all together, busying himself with equations on a chalkboard.

Min watched in awed silence as he scribbled the funny symbols so gracefully. He clutched at the bars with all four hands, pressing his face as far between them as the metal would allow. Child-like curiosity to this new situation took hold, pulling his turquoise eyes across the barely lit room. They swept over the chemistry set, fascinated at the way some things would pop and bubble while others filled the air with a pungent odor he had never smelt before. He searched the bookshelves, the papers that dangled from between some, until resting on a multitude of glass cages seeming to house various species of insects.

Faint memories of being in one of those came and went, but those memories were like smoke slipping through his fingertips. He couldn’t grasp them any more than he could recall how he got here, to this size or to really understand where HERE was. A quick glance at himself now and he wondered how he had fit in such a tiny cage before. He was so big now. And so restless it seemed.

Questions. So many questions started to fill him mind? Where were they coming from? Why had that man put him here? Why weren’t there others around? Were they the only two in the world or perhaps there was something else beyond these walls? Min had no idea where these questions were coming from, but he wished very badly to know the answers. But the only one who could shed any light was the man in white and he… well… looked preoccupied. His glowing eyes sought him out again, imploring the man to speak to him again. Those sounds, though confusing, were calming in a way. It let him know he existed. That he wasn’t just a shadow to be forgotten.

“Grrrrrraaaaaaaarrggh.” Min tried to mimic the mans words, clenching the bars in frustration he couldn’t make them come out right. “Grrrrrraaaooooorrrd hhhheeeeee…”

The man in white spun around. With shaking hands the man pushed his glass’s further up his nose, returning to his calculations. He ignored the sounds best he could, not able to hear anything but the creature making funny sounds.

Min opened his new mouth, trying to mimic the sounds again and again. Each time he was met with failure. He put a hand to his throat, as if to force the syllables out. Nothing but the same, pitiful croaks came and the anger he held for himself came out with a frustrated roar.

“Aaaaah, no. Stop that, stop please. I‘m moving. I‘ll get you what you want.”

‘What I want….’ Min felt hope rise in his chest. Yes, this is what he wanted. Those sounds, those words. He wanted them to acknowledge him. A smile spread along his lips to think he would finally get them… but it fell when the man instead turned his back on him yet again, heading for a cupboard instead and pulling out an assortment of fruits and other delectable treats.

After a hefty portion had been stacked in a crate, the man, with great effort, hefted his cargo closer to the large elephant cage. “There, see. I‘ll feed you. It‘s alright.”

Min squatted so as to reach for the crate, flinching when the man abruptly came to a halt, screaming. The crate slipped from the man’s hands, spilling the contents all over the floor. He flung his arms in front of him, backing away, surprised and deeply frightened at how fast this hulking creature could be for something of its great size.

Min simply stared at the man, baffled at this behavior. Had he done something wrong? Lowering himself to his knees, his attention slowly fell to the food, picking at what he could reach and devouring the tiny bits in one bite. His hand reached out for another and another, eventually having to strain to get to the rest. And his anger…. It was rising at having to fight for his meal.

He couldn’t reach the last apple, and the man had yet to awaken from his statue-like state, forcing the beetle to strain all the more to reach. He pushed his body harder, leaning all his massive weight onto the bars, completely unaware of the creaking the cage gave nor the grinding that came with the metal bending to his will. His focus rested solely on the apple and the annoyance it took to retrieve it.

SNATCH!

It was his now. He pulled it in to his face, settling back in hopes to savor this ones taste. He nibbled its outer surface, sinking his large fangs into its juicy skin as easily as a knife cut into warm butter. He moaned at the sweetness, using his long tongue to lick the juices from his chin.

The man in white threw a hand to his mouth, muffling the frightened gasp.

The metal… it was bent, nearly broken through. Not even an elephant could do such a thing and yet this CREATURE had done so with little effort. Dear God! How long would it be before he broke through completely? Before he came after HIM?

“No….” the man trembled, shaking his head while backing away slowly. “Oh dear God, no….”

Min lifted his eyes to the strange man, polishing off the apple in a single chomp. He leaned towards his creator again, tilting his head, extending his hand to comfort the babbling man. He had given him nourishment, had filled his head with those wonderful words. Perhaps he could repay him somehow… if only he’d come closer. He needn’t be so far.

But the man was to frightened to see the softness in his creations eyes. The color quickly drained from his face as he continued to stumble backwards, away from that thing. “What have I done? What have I created?” The mans hand hit the door knob, his body flush against the wooden surface.

Min realized he was leaving him. ‘No… no! Stay.’ He rattled the bars, desperation taking hold. He wanted to speak words. He wanted to comfort. But alls this body could produce were roars and hiss‘s, and it frightened the man so badly. ‘Stay. Stay….’

“I‘ve created a….” Their eyes locked. The man in white twisting the handle, whispering before he departed, “… a monster.” He ran through the door, up the dark stairs, leaving his creation to mewl and stare after his vanishing form.

‘Don’t leave me….’

“Father…..” The lab melted away, revealing the silent forest yet again. He covered his face, feeling so lost and abandoned and… unwanted.

Why had he remembered that? Why couldn’t he forget that man and the hell’s he put him through? Wasn’t the circus bad enough? Now he had to think back to his first memories, of what COULD have been, of what was. And the pain of it… it would never leave him. Not entirely.

Min laughed bitterly to himself, resting his forehead on his knees and completely disregarding the wetness clinging to his cheeks. He was a monster that could lift cars, rip buildings in half, take on the entire world without breaking a sweat…. But his memories…. They would always defeat him. Because, if he wanted to be honest with himself, as horrible as they were, they were all he had.

He had no future.

[kinkachu]

“Maybe I just want to help!” She spat, suspended in the air like a rag doll and bent in such a way a normal human would have been writhing in pain. But not her. Not this defiant little WORM that forever remained a thorn in his side. She screamed at him bloody murder, tearing at his hands, but her cries were those of pain. At least… not for herself.

It was for him.

“I just want to help you.”

The very idea had red spread across his vision. Who would want to help something like him? Who in their right minds would even think they could ATTEMPT to understand a blood thirsty murderer?

His hold upon her tightened, producing a musical squeal that sent her thrashing.

“Min…” her voice wavered.

‘Yes, there we go. Beg for your life.’

“I just… want to… h-hel-”

‘NO!’ His roar shook the foundation they stood upon, tightening his clutch until the blood flow ceased circulating to her brain. Siffy gave a loud gasp, her lungs screaming for air, her brain falling to pieces thinking of ways to escape. But his hold wouldn’t budge and the only thing she could do at that very moment was spew the last of her breath with the one thing she wished to say. “HELP YOU! Cus being treated like a beast, treated like an animal, to throw things at…”

He flinched.

“… to humiliate, to laugh at,”

The angry red haze receded.

“… being tortured… being kept in the dark… That is something even YOU don‘t deserve.” Water filled his eyes, brimming so close to the edges.

God damn her! With a mighty heave she was across the room, thrown away as if her very touch had become hell fire. She couldn’t say these things. She wasn’t SUPPOSED to say things like that nor could he let her see how deeply it affected him. She came to close to the mark, perhaps a hair length away from truly ripping apart his defenses.

He had to leaved, to get away. The water was starting to roll over his bottom lids and he couldn’t.. couldn’t fight it any more, couldn’t let them see him hurt and vulnerable. People exploited weakness and he would be DAMNED if he’d let anyone exploit him again!

Spinning his back to the lot, he stormed in the opposite direction, grinding his teeth trying to drown out her words.

‘Cant let them see. Cant let them know.’ He repeated endlessly, tightly hugging himself and completely unaware of where he was going. He simply followed his feet, whether they took him into his forest or into a busy intersection he didn’t care… so long as it was far away from that girl. “Hide it all, lock it up. Cant hurt you if you lock it up. Fight it. Fight it. F-f-fight it…”

“I‘m going to break you.”

No… no no no! Not her. Please God don’t let her come back.

Min clutched the sides of his head , praying that would keep that devil woman at bay.

“I‘m going to break you…” She droned on. He could feel her sneer, feel it all the way down to his core and he hated it! He hated HER! The malicious bitch!

“Go away.” He commanded, mentally trying to tear the memories apart before they could find footing. But his efforts were dwindling, his strength being depleted with every failed attempt to push it away. But her taunts came back with a vengeance, her laughter…. How he hated her laughter. Always mocking, always there to rip into his heart. No warmth in it, always cold and devoid of any sympathy.

“Should I feel sympathy for a monster?”

An angry bubble rose from his throat, bursting forth to drown out her taunts. “I‘ll break you… and enjoy it.”

“You’ll never break me. Never! NEVER!!!!” His hands sliced through the air, leveling several tree’s as he desperately tried to dig out that voice.

“Wretched creature… disgusting abomination. Yes, that‘s what we shall call you now… Abomination. It suits you so well…”

‘No! I’m not that. I cant be… cant be…’

His eyes flew open to reveal the slender woman standing before him, fresh and ageless, looking the same as the first day he met her. The present melted into a memory once again, his most prominent one, of a tall, finely built female who held the coldest smile he had ever come across. The grogginess of the nights drugs still clung to his psyche, warping her image every so often. But he could still discern small details, pick up fainted scents. And hers… it smelled of violence condensed in a small frame. Oh how she tried to cover it with sweet perfumes but Min knew better.

Her voice only confirmed his assumptions for - all though it was heavily accented of a far away land - there was a profound edge to it that chilled a small part of his heart.

“This is the creature than?” She had sounded so far away at first, but the insult rang loud and clear, even to his hazy senses.

“Ey, that’s ‘em aw’right. Probly still out o it from de night before.” The man in charge. That scrawny little weasel that always left a few bodies standing between him and Min. Smart coward.

The sound of feet shuffling instantly filled Min’s ears, though he loathed to open his eyes and see for sure. If there was one thing he had learned since his “father” abandoned him to these people, it was that this feeling, these drugs, would keep a hold of him well into the next night. And should he attempt to struggle against it’s effects he would suffer a great pounding in his skull that felt so sharp he’d wish for death to take him.

The wail of protest’s arose, followed by the rusty creak of his cage door. “Delihla, don‘t!”

The woman stepped forward with no fear in her disposition. She stood before the monstrosity that, even while laying down, was still taller than she. Her attention flickered over the multitude of chains and weights used to hold him down, studying the anvils, anchors, dumb bells, ropes, shackles… anything and everything to keep him immobile.

She then turned her attention to the bars, noticing how many were welded (as were most of the chains) in quick fix’s. “How strong is he?”

“Ungodly.” Replied the boss, still lingering outside the cage. “Takes twenty of my finest to hold one arm down so you can only imagine why we drug the bastard to an inch o death.”

The woman nodded, her fingers trailing over a chain that had been welded so many times it was practically a solid rod. “I see.” She removed a side whip from her hip, using it to thunk his hard shell. “How thick is his hide?”

“Let‘s just say a bullet aint gonna save ya. Not unless you aim it at your own ‘ead.”

“And what is he, exactly?” Still ever so calm as she jabbed Min in the face, watching with sadistic delight when his lids clenched tighter with a sad moan.

“Don‘t rightly know fer sure. Professor just said to take him so long as no questions were asked. So guess whut I didn‘t do?”

“A large insect. A beetle perhaps.”

“Damn mean fucker is what he is.”

Min jerked a hand out, sloppily swatting at her feet. But the chains, as always, prohibited any such attacks. And the morphine had leaded his limbs down so greatly he barely managed to swing his hand at all.

Delihla made an amused tsk sound, stepping on his hand and not entirely satisfied with his lack of response. Not even grinding the heel brought out so much as a whimper on Min’s part (for if stage hands blunt objects couldn‘t faze him what was a woman’s heel?)

“Ya shouldn‘t be doin dat, love. H-he‘s already killed seven of me best men. Injured dozens more. Even Octavious the Beast Charmer couldn‘t tame ‘em.”

“Octavious was a fool. He got what he deserved.”

“He didn’t deserve getting his back snapped in ‘alf like he were a damn wad of tissue!”

Delihla only snorted, hunkering down to the beast’s face. She turned it over with her weapon of choice, making a cooing sound when Min’s eyes briefly fluttered open. From the moment he saw her a deep hatred boiled from the dark depths of an unknown place. Even now, as she hovered over his form like the harpy she was with that damn twisted smirk tugging at her lips, he wanted nothing more than to wrack his claws down that flawless skin and split her open down the middle.

A warning growl curled his mouth back, flashing his fangs in hopes of scaring her off. But this woman… this heartless mistress of the land far away only leaned closer, running a hand down his scarred cheek, whispering, “I‘m going to break you, mohctp. And I‘m going to enjoy watching it, too.”