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March, 2045. A dangerous murderer has struck again.

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#2021-05-06 23:14:38, as written by StorminJericho

The world swirled and yanked around at dizzying angles, which was to say that the world tittered back and forth like a particularly bad video glitch. J-3's vision blurred as they were shook about, and it took a short time to readjust to the shaking.

J-3 snarled as ink pulsed in the head they had formed, their skull becoming flabby and loose as Aegis' hands continued to thrash them.
After a moment, with their head looking like that of an octopus, things began to change. Pressure built, and built, and built, and then built some more. By the time Aegis had yet any moment to glance at them, J-3's skull exploded with a fire-cracker bang. The sound was deafening in close proximity, and the spray of viscera and gore that subsequently covered Aegis' face as a horrid sight. And stench. The worst smells that J-3 could bring to bear were released with violence. The stench of dead flesh, mixed with the horrid smell of a skunk multiplied by excess, and the pustular reek of diseased blood; and it all splattered against Aegis and the wall of light behind him.

They ripped themselves free from Aegis' grasp, bodily yanking themselves in the direction of Raudd with a screech of indignation. Fist-fulls of their flesh and chitin hanging in the super's grasp as they twitched away.
Their voice popped into being as a newly formed- vaguely humanoid- head took shape on their shoulders. "I will NOT be contained! I am NOT your food!" They shrieked in return, claws and tail flailing back into motion as they slammed themselves violently into the dome surrounding them. The rage had quickly faded by now, and the fear of being contained yet again had set in.
Panic was what fueled them to scrabble across the ground and walls of light of the dome, saltwater yet still pouring from their body as it began to pool on the ground. Their head snapped around wildly, eyeless and yet taking in the nearly blinding light of the dome and of Aegis' and Raudd.
"You can't keep me here forever! You won't keep me here! I'll get free! I'll take you to oblivion if I have to!" They screeched.

At this, a wave of ink pulsed across their form. They abruptly shrank as the wave vanished, standing at only four feet or so tall, though their shape didn't change in the slightest. Water continued to pour from them by the gallon, slowly raising the level that was beginning to form within the dome.

They would drown their captors before being held here, and if the big-one couldn't be hurt in a way that mattered, then he would drown for his persistence.
Raudd found himself suddenly bearing the weight of J-3's smaller form on his back, their claws dug in some before they launched themselves at the ceiling of the dome. When that changed nothing about their situation, they returned to bouncing around like the worlds most vicious, moist, pinball. Occasionally they swiped at Raudd, and throughout it all, built up pressure in a sac that sat just under the chitin of their chest.

Snippet #2819856

located in Titan's Fall, a part of The Abyssal Paradox, one of the many universes on RPG.

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