forum "Would you rather have wings, or an extra set of arms?" (Closed)
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Joy snorts.

"Nanites, like my wings. Probably also like my legs, later. Keep up, Ezra, I don't have the time to explain this shit."

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Joy nods in agreement with Jenna, then pauses.

"No, we need to be more violent than that."

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"The first thing I will lose will be my feet below the ankles. Then my hands at the wrists. Next my nose. Then my tongue, I suppose…The next thing I will lose will be my left eye followed by my right. But my ears I keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing my hideousness will be mine to cherish. Every babe that weeps at my approach, every woman who cries out, 'Dear God! What is that thing,' will echo in my perfect ears."

Six glanced at Jenna. "Something along those lines, right?"

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Ōn’nyosh glared evilly at Six, but otherwise didn’t bother to try saying something. Besides, his vision of brutalizing Six involved a little more stabbing and limb removal than the nonsense everyone else was talking about. He also had no idea what the hell ‘Princess Bride’ was, nor did he want to know.

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Six smiled. "Excellent idea, though I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to complete it."
He stepped over to On'nyosh and slapped something against the gash in his throat. It began to burn, and his airways restricted for a moment, as something starting eating the injured flesh.
"I think I'll give you your voice back. Things were more interesting when you were driving the ladies crazy."

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(Lmao!)

Ōn’nyosh groaned in agony when Six put something on his throat. He took slow, measured breaths to keep from panicking as his breathing became more difficult. But, when it was all done, Ōn’nyosh hesitated, simply to hold back the rush of enraged curses ready to fly from his mouth. He’d already spent the better part of his capture calling Six a variety of names. It was time to change tactics.

“Fuck you, fuck the two bitches, fuck your fucking cavern of hell, and, most of all, fuck the prick that sired you, you fucking shit-eating cocksucker! By the way, how’s your bitch mother? Cooking up another patch of rotten toadstools, is she? Ooh… is your grandmother helping? I hope she fucking is!”Ōn’nyosh spat, his voice hoarse.

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The Jester's voice box was rebuilt by nanites to very specific dimensions. When it was done, he could speak, but with a quirk.
He sounded almost exactly like Mickey Mouse. High pitched, squeaky, and overly cheerful, even with all the foul words. He also couldn't get any volume out of it.

The meek, quiet, girly little voice spewing hatred and curses absolutely cracked Six up. He narrowly avoided rolling on the floor, he laughed so hard.

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(Poor Ōn’nyosh, lmao!)

His own voice was an insult to his ears. The hissing tones, the mellow croons, and the seductive purrs were all gone, replaced by a foul squeaky voice more fitting of a mouse or rat.

He didn’t bother to say anything else, even though the amount of hatred he felt for Six could probably melt the bastard’s head. Ōn’nyosh had always known that jesters were, by default, subject to attack and mockery, but this was just manipulation. A true mockery of a jester’s abilities didn’t involve ripping out his voice, then replacing it with something utterly hideous.

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Joy snorts, trying to hold back laughter, and fails horribly, laughing loudly.

"Oh- oh my god-!" she howls, her body shaking with mirth.

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Six managed to get control of himself after a bit, though Ezra's slightly unhinged laughter just felt louder without his raucous laugh. Joy's laugh joined it, though, and Six watched On'nyosh carefully.
The look on the Jester's face was too perfect.
A man who had made his living telling jokes and mocking others, now becoming the source of the mockery and mirth….
"Oh, don't be so sad, this is probably the most genuine laughter you've ever received in your life." Six chuckled.

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Ōn’nyosh fought the temptation to speak. It was a trap that he knew all too well. So, instead, he spat at Six, Jenna, and Joy. If he hit them, good, maybe it would kill the three. If he missed, then it would just be the biggest ‘fuck you’ they’d be getting from him until he got his real voice back.

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Joy nods, in agreement with Six for once.

"This is definitely going to be one of your best points from now on, lizard."

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Ōn’nyosh spat at Joy again, but otherwise ignored her. At hearing Ezra’s question, he was tempted to answer, but he was currently too pissed off. So, Ezra would just have to live in mystery, instead of knowing that his race naturally produced venomous blood and saliva, and they were also immune to their own venom. It was just the nature of his kind.

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Six glanced at Ezra. "Well, he's not going to be affected by his own spitty venom. Like most creatures who produce it."
He chuckled at the Jester's obvious anger, before stepping up close.
"Though that doesn't make him immune to others'."
He spit right back, his acidic salive landing square on On'nyosh's chest, sizzling and burning the skin the same way it had done on Joy's skin before.

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Ōn’nyosh glared at Six as he explained, then gritted his teeth in pain as Six’s acid spit worked on him. His scaly skin seemed to slow the acid a bit, as if resistant, but it still hurt like hell. If only he knew what would melt Six before the bastard could heal himself.