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

Started October 04, 2022 by @DancingWithMyDemons business

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"I don't know." He said still wiggling his stump. "I'm just kind of bored." He turned his head over the other way to face six kind of. "Can i just have three arms?" he asked. "I kind of like my stump." He lowered his voice to a mumble and said to himself; "I kind of want to draw a face on it."

Jenna giggled. "Of course you do." She tried to turn her head a bit more, and managed another centimeter. She could now see a tiny sliver of Ezra's nose.

Ezra shifted as much as he could and waved his stump at her. Trying to get it into her line of sight.

Jenna giggled again. "You are so weird"

Ezra chuckled again. "And? Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all" Jenna grinned "This is why we're friends."

Six quirked an eyebrow at Ezra's anthopomorphisization of his stump. Odd coping mechanism, that, but. Interesting nonetheless.
He let the acid work on burning the Jester's rib cage open. He could have just sliced it, but the man had caused him to have to regenerate his arm ealier, and he couldn't be bothered.
In fact, he was feeling more charitable than previously, where the rest were concerned. Time to make some major adjustments.

He stepped to Ezra and snapped his fingers, before running a claw down the sides of his chest, opening 2 long cuts. Nanites immediately began flooding what was left of his arms, as well as the cuts, forming and building what would obviously be appendages.

Six next stepped to Joy, who'd been strapped the longest. Some freedom was due her.
His head morphed, becoming the wolf's head, and he bit her leg at the ankle, twisting and tearing.
Her foot came completely off with a sharp crack of bone and a wet squish of blood and tissue tearing. He repeated the same movement on the other leg, leaving her without feet, before clumping more nanites on her stumps. He snapped his fingers, and she was suddenly free from the restraints, though stuck back in a cage big enough to accommodate her new wings. He hoped she wouldn't try to walk on her stumps while the nanites built her feet, or he'd have to restrain her again.

Jenna was left in shock, trying to process everything.

Ezra clenched again as six's claw tore apart some of his pre existing scars, their sides pulling and stretching painfully. He let out a slow moan as the nannies filled his cuts and began forming.

Ōn’nyosh hissed at Six, furious as the pain continued. He then channeled the growing agony into his fists, flexing them repeatedly. He wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of a scream.

Joy grits her teeth, not screaming in pain.

However, she does start hurling insults at a very large volume again.

"YOU FUCKING WARPED, BEETLE HEADED PIG, GODDAMN SEEDY PIECE OF SHIT, MOTHERFUCKING HALF-FACED FOOT LICKER, ASSHOLISH, LUMPISH, FILTHY, CAULIFLOWER BRAINED HARPY, CRAVEN, ONION EYED CLUB FOOTED LAZY PUDDLE OF PIG PISS."

Six chuckled. "At least your creative energies have not dulled in the slightest." He glanced at Joy, and made a snap decision.
"Let's try this."
He passed his hand over Joy's cauterized sockets, and small clumps of nanites began eating away the burnt flesh, and then the squishy, wet tissues of her eyeballs.
Rebuilding her eyes would be a slow process, but by the end, she would appreciate it. Six was sure of it.

Joy growls, spitting an ever-harsher string of now unprintable profanities.

Once she finishes, she feels the nanites burrowing into her face, and snarls.

"You cranberry fucknut, get your ass over here so I can rip your throat out your ass and beat you with your own fucking spine, you brainless piece of shit." she says, slamming at the bars of her cage with her wings, not bothering to try and stand up.

The electric shock passes through her wings, zapping her new nerves and slapping her wings back like a naughty child's hand.

Six just shook his head slowly. "Still wouldn't touch the bars if I were you."
He stepped over to the Jester and considered for a moment.
"Venomous and reptilian, hmmm…"

(Lol, yeah. . .)

Joy ignores the warning, continuing to slam her wings into the bars, starting to dent the metal.

Muttered profanities and threats assault the ears of those closest to her- if they speak Spanish, that is.

A guttural hiss burst from Ōn’nyosh as Six approached. He also gave him a fierce glare, bordering on feral rage. His fists were tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

One opportunity was all he needed. A single moment, and Six would be wandering why all of his limbs weren’t attached.

Jenna stared at the ceiling.