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#2011-09-08 17:04:02, as written by CrashQueen

When people said the Dead End reeked...they weren't kidding. The slummy shantytown of tents and boxes carried the distinct stink of roadkill that had been sitting out on the hot pavement all day. Somewhere there was a man coughing bloody phlegm onto the ground....elsewhere a screaming, sick baby. This was Ipecac's kingdom...not quite Hell, but still a bastion of disease and poverty.
Dragging Ilyana along, he rounded a corner and entered a broken down, abandoned block of flats, pushing aside a moth-eaten curtain to reveal a very small room with a damaged cot, a rug, and a very small, dingy kitchen complete with a sometimes working toilet only inches from the stovetop. There was no oven.
"Home sweet home," Ipecac snorted and spit. "Get used to it."

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#2011-09-08 17:29:51, as written by CrashQueen

"I expect it and i will reinforce the SHIT out of it." The man grunted as he stomped on a cockroach, the creature's shell crackling and crunching audibly beneath his foot as he ground it into the stained floor. "Trust me, I know it's shit, but it's still got a roof and it stays cool in summer and warm-ish in winter. This is top fuckin' quality."
He gestured down the hall. "I'm right next door and I KNOW when somebody tries to get out, so don't attempt it."
He sat himself down on the cot and removed his boots and the black socks underneath. His bare feet were...rather wicked looking, bony with sharp, curiously dark red nails. They looked worn and rough like you'd expect the feet of a wanderer to be. "So this is how it's going to work. I'll letcha take all the pictures of sufferin' and dyin' that you could possibly want, I'll smack you around if that gets you all tingly. In return, I expect loyalty and unconditional obedience. You're MINE now. What a fuckin' idiot."

His nails, no, claws clicked on the ground for a second before he lifted a foot to Ilyana's face.
"So how's about a massage for starters, pet?"

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#2011-09-08 18:16:23, as written by CrashQueen

For a second, Ipecac wasn't sure what to do. Did a human deliberately disobey? Did she really expect him to take that shit? No...she was trying to get a rise out of him, to get him to hurt her. He recalled the surge of endorphins he smelled when Billy had put the knife to her throat. Well. well. If that's what the lady wants....
The man smirked and shifted to push Ilyana facefirst into the flat pillow, holding her head down into it. Maybe he could simply smother her into submission. Maybe.

"Funny thing about having claws..." he announced as he cracked his knuckles, skin on his fingers peeling back and splitting as a set of interestingly striped, grooved claws extended from the bones of his hand. "It makes for shit massages."
He lifted her sweater up over her shoulders and studied her back, running the side of his index claw along the vertebrae: rise, dip, rise,dip. He splayed his hand across her back, a thumb sliding up underneath her left ribcage. His touch was feverishly warm and felt more like the combined efforts of a thousand little creatures than one soldid surface, evwn though his hand clearly appeared to be a hand.
After reveling in the smoothness of her pink, human skin, he made a V with forefinger and middle finger before hooking those claws at the base of her neck, one on either side of her spine and drew two deep, cleaving, bloody lines down to her tailbone.
"Whoops."

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#2011-09-08 19:04:29, as written by CrashQueen

The demon removed his claws from her back and wiped them clean on the cot, watching the blood roll from her back and spread like wings to either side of her. He didn't seem to get any pleasure from hearing her scream. His face was infuriatingly blank.
"I told you." he replied simply.

But he wasn't done. If she wouldn't play along as his pet, he'd find some other use for her. He lowered his lips to the dual wounds at the small of her back, looking as if he were going to lap up the blood that pumped out. He clamped his mouth across one of the cuts, and Ilyana felt something even more feverishly warm...slimy...slithery creep up along the wound towards where Ipecac had first broken the skin. It felt like a tongue...the kind you'd expect a demon to have, long and snakelike...but the demon's involvement with her flesh had been short-lived.

Ipecac slipped off the cot and made his way to the kitchen's sink with a scrap of the photographer's sweater to clean her up. The wounds would close, knit together by demonic influence, but that...whatever it was. That tongue-like, slimy thing continued its trek upwards, the cut closing itself behind it. Then, when it reached the top, it took a turn and wormed itself to sit just below her spine and she could feel it, a squishy knot between her shoulderblades.
Here the intruder made its home, creating a deep cyst for protection.

Ipecac returned to his captive and wiped away the blood on her back, her spine jutting out just a bit more where the...thing...ended up making its nest. "Hnnf. Now I can keep a better eye on you."
That thing, that crawly, invasive thing, had apparently been part of Ipecac, or WAS Ipecac. Ipecac wasn't a singular entity like his human guise claimed.
What DID he look like then?

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#2011-09-08 19:51:17, as written by CrashQueen

"You won't play nicey nice, so I am eating you." He replied as if this were common fucking sense. He reached into his mouth and extracted what at first appeared to be one of his back teeth, a similar yellow-white color of enamel. But as he opened his palm, the 'tooth' uncurled itself into a fat little grub, about half the size of his pinkie finger. It oozed around on miniscule sucker feet, dark spots on its head its very simple eyes. He dropped it onto her shoulder.
"Hnnf. It's good to see you with my own eyes." he muttered. "Yer pretty for a ruined soul."

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#2011-09-08 20:21:38, as written by CrashQueen

"You've got your camera." Ipecac replied as he scooped the grub up and returned it to the collective by swallowing it. "You have a place to stay, and a place to shit." He tilted his head. "I'll find you some clothes that ain't got lice in 'em. But I'm not letting you leave so quickly."
He hummed a little ditty as he pretended to clean things up with the rag he'd used to wipe her. Water alone doesn't clean shit, Ipecac. Nice try though.

He sniffed audibly upon seeing the scars in her stomach, marks from a higher-ranking demon. He was an Untouchable, a pariah in Hellish society. Even touching a marked human was punishable by death. But this wasn't Hell, and from the looks of things, the Marker had moved on to better things.
Ipecac scavenged. And so that's what he was doing.
"Now i'm curious..." he started. "What were you doing stalking that junkie whore n' her caterpillar?"
There was a sizzle and a familiar, delicious smell wafting from the stove top. Ipecac was cooking....cooking the steak he'd swiped from the aforementioned junkie whore. He seemed decent now that he didn't have to beat fear into her.

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#2011-09-08 20:47:12, as written by CrashQueen

Ipecac brought over the plate and a few utensils and set it by Ilyana. "Fine. I'll go get it. You should just...stay put and eat this. I didn't spit in it or anything. I swear."
He scratched at his collar, watching her examine the old, peeling wallpaper.

The pain in her back subsided, but the crawly piece of Ipecac didn't stay put for long as she moved, inching its way across bloodvessels like tightropes to settle further into her body. It smelled dead flesh, and like any maggot, it was drawn to it.
"You like to WATCH? That's pretty creepy, camera human...and that's coming from me who is slip-sliding around your guts as we SPEAK."

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#2011-09-08 21:06:56, as written by CrashQueen

"Invasion of privacy thing. I thought you humans liked keeping certain things to yourselves." He was one to talk though. Existing simultaneously inside and outside of her, watching her movements from both sides of the curtain....HE was massively invading her privacy. Far more than harmless watching.
He stared at her as she ate, a half-grin on cracked lips. "Ilyana then?" He snorted back some phlegm. "Call me Ipecac. Or Ep. Doesn't fuckin' matter."

A book I once read involved a woman visiting a body farm, where corpses were planted in various locations and left to rot and be studied. She approached one corpse and heard a crackling, popping sound similar to a bowl of Rice Krispees. When asked what the sound was, she was told to look at he body that the sound came from. It was maggots munching away at the flesh.
So when Ilyana could hear a crackling sound in her lower abdomen, there was no speculation as to what it could have been. It didn't hurt, but it could be felt. The rest of Ipecac, however, kept a very nonchalant expression on his face.
Oh nothing, just eating some dead uterus, nbd.

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#2011-09-08 22:03:05, as written by CrashQueen

Ipecac rubbed his nose, sliding to the floor to sit and watch her squirm. "Ah envy. Sends so many souls to my neck of the woods..." He scratched at his nose and stared into her eyes with his one good one. It was strange...Ipecac looked like he might have been handsome at one point or would be if he cleaned up...but he'd simply let his body and appearance waste away with all the others that lived in this slumtown. Bones were visible underneath the skin, but it was all a ruse, because whatever Ep actually was...there wouldn't be a skeleton lurking underneath that bag of flesh.

He snorted again but kept watching, relishing the terror in her eyes, her quickened heartbeat, the taste of adrenaline. Like any demon, he was sadistic, but mostly, watching her writhe at his influence, it gave him a massive ego boost. She didn't know it yet, but Ipecac was probably one of the better demons to be harrassed by. She could probably get up and walk out if she wanted to. He didn't sling fire or control minds or possess. He just scavenged and survived the best a pariah could.

At her shaking question he shrugged. "Yer babymaker's busted. It's just taking up space. And it tastes so good and rotten~"

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#2011-09-08 23:19:06, as written by CrashQueen

"Nope." Ipecac cackled as he remained sitting and staring at Ilyana as she proceeded to flip out. "Shit's just gunna sit in you and taint the rest of your meat if you don't do something about it. Consider it a favor."
snap crackle pop, snap crackle pop, ulp gulp, mnchmnch
He laid onto his back and listened to her plead and whimper, but he continued to chew away at the necrotic tissue with the sound of Rice Krispees. Lighter and lighter. "Good, feh. You lost your status as a mere pet when you refused to give me my massage. So you've been demoted to food." He dug a finger into his ear and pulled out a plug of earwax. "Tasty, tasty food."
But why her body? Didn't demons eat souls?

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#2011-09-08 23:52:10, as written by CrashQueen

He lifted his foot and put it back in her face then, the sound of himself chewing away at her uterus subsiding as he retreated to somewhere in her abdominal cavity, not eating for the time being. "Hmmm? Then get to WORK."
He curled his toes before stroking the sole of his foot across her face as he leaned back onto his elbows. He would only just stop long enough to get what he wanted out of her as he pat her face, dragging his nails gently across her skin. Who knew he could get to her simply by doing what he did naturally?
He didn't have to pretend to throw fire or act badass at all. He just had to eat. Too easy.

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#2011-09-09 00:30:00, as written by CrashQueen

"You're here because I wanted you. And I take what I want." He curled his toes. Despite some wear and the obvious bits of demonic influence in what he shaped to be a human body, his feet weren't THAT disgusting...a little calloused, but not covered in sores or pussing wounds. Though his touch still felt like a thousand creatures squirming. Now it made sense, if what was lurking in Ilyana's body and what had been perched on her shoulder were pieces of Ipecac's true form.

"Hell? No. This is still Terra, just the worst part of it. As close to Hell as one can get on this side." He wasn't allowed in Hell, outcast in a grand purge, along with thousands of other demons dubbed 'useless'. Scavengers were chucked to the surface. Many got picked off by hunters because they thought they could play with the big dogs that patrolled the surface, the tempters and the warhounds. Ipecac hadn't kid himself into thinking he was more powerful than he actually was...so he settled in amongst the weakest, the worst-off of humanity. And here he carved his niche as a leader.
Not even the hunters paid attention to the vagrants.
"As close as one can get..."

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#2011-09-09 01:29:29, as written by CrashQueen

"I see souls with my real eyes," he replied. "Yours is cracked and tarnished, like a LOT of people's around here." He grunted. "But I don't EAT souls. Nope...I'm more interested in the trappings that surround them. Flesh and blood and bone. The garbage that wraps them up. Some say that doesn't make me a PROPER demon..."
He withdrew his foot and brought his knees to his chest, snarling at nobody in particular. "But what the fuck do THEY know?"

The crackling, munching sound started anew, hastened by his emotions. Her 'soul' would be gone within another hour or two at this rate. He'd gotten up and spit on the floor again, sliding his boots back on.

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#2011-09-09 01:48:09, as written by CrashQueen

"I know you are." He replied. But he left her at that, letting himself chew and nibble away as the dead flesh, even as she frantically tried to claw at it, to yank it out. Despite the fact she had tools at her disposal. Ep watched with a bemused expression.
"It's either this or swallow you whole in my true form. Trust me...this is better, because over time, you won't even know it's there~"
He grinned viciously.
"You'll go to raise your arm one day, and find that you can't, because I've eaten holes in your muscles and tendons. Your skin will go yellow and jaundiced as your liver disappears bite by bite. Then. when you feel a pain in your chest, and you're at your weakest...that means I've wormed my way, literally, into your heart <3"

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#2011-09-09 02:16:21, as written by CrashQueen

The demon snarled at her as she tried to make a break for it, whipping out an arm to catch her in the chest and send her to the ground. He closed his feverish, sweaty fingers around her wrist and yanked her back. "You still have some fight left. I like that. It means you're still alive..." he purred at her before throwing her into the wall. "Unfortunately, I'm not READY to have you leave yet."
He closed the door and locked it, trapping them in there together.
"New rules! Every time you try to run off or piss me off, I'll put another grub in you. At the rate you're going, you're going to end up being more ME than you at week's end. Now..." He gestured to the cot. "Lie down and GO TO SLEEP."

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#2011-09-09 02:42:15, as written by CrashQueen

Ipecac removed the coat he'd been wearing and tossed it over Ilyana after she laid down, cooing with a bit of mocking tone in his voice as he stepped out of the room. "Good niiiight my precious Ilyana~"
It was dark, night had fallen, and Ipecac disappeared. But the chewing sound remained.

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#2011-09-09 22:28:08, as written by CrashQueen

HOOOACHK! CHCHCH *cough*
Ipecac sauntered into Gambits, a man in his mid-thirties boasting a sallow face and a busted eye. He could've been handsome once, but that had been ages ago before decay had set in, what skin that was visible was tanned and like leather, bearing pockmarks that might have been caused from syphilis.
He clutched a note in his bandaged hand and thrust it at the nearest server. “Gimme a hot toddy! I found this money in a dead cat! Give me a hot toddy!”

He smelled faintly of brimstone, but primarily of vomit.

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#2011-09-09 22:43:50, as written by CrashQueen

“Fuckin' bitch. I have perfectly good money n' yer not gunna serve me? I want to see the mananger!” Ipecac ranted before just turning his attitude on a servebot and passing the money along to it. “Hot toddy, please. I said please because I'm a goddamned gentleman.” He snorted again and sat down on the barstool, his one good eye watching the newborn on the counter.
“Pretty little crotchdrop you got there. Can I hold it? Hnnn? HNN?”

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#2011-09-09 23:27:02, as written by CrashQueen

“I have faith that it'll work,” Judas replied as he set Gil on his shoulder and retrieved the clothes and the shot, not wanting to risk it spilling on something and, god-forbid, create giant cockroaches or similar. He brought the glass over to the table and dipped his finger into it, feeling the magic hum through the liquid and across his skin. He offered the droplet to Gilbert.
Here goes nothing.

Judas rubbed his head and tilted it from side to side, feeling something slosh around in there like water. But he knew it wasn't water...it was the nightmare, or whatever, that sat there, leaping into action whenever he closed his eyes. He didn't dream anymore, so his sleep was occupied with this...thing...

Maybe they should have gone into the bathroom for this.
Mmm...nah. The door would've locked on 'em anyway.

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#2012-01-23 20:40:08, as written by CrashQueen

"I don't think he's going to want to deal with you anymore, mon cheri," a voice curled from the darkness beneath the table.

Ipecac

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by CrashQueen

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