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Craven

Oh the sweet and bitter taste of flesh, to realize what monsters we can become.

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a character in “The Catalysts”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name: Craven

Nickname: Red Death, #63, Sanguine

Gender: Possibly Male (abilities make determining this difficult)

Allegiance: Devils Hand

Appearance: Because of the nature of his powers, Craven is able to shift his physical shape and appearance. However when present among those he deems requiring, he will adopt a more common appearance that they can accept. The most usual of this is a man in his late twenties, with course reddish brown hair and deep red eyes. His skin can be a range of different shades depending on his feeding habits and when he has goon too long without sustenance, Craven's appearance can extremely pale with tight drawn skin. A common sight of his condition are small red blotches that can be seen traveling under the top layer of skin. Flush red cheeks and intense bloodshot eyes.

Skills/Abilities:
Physical Alteration/Consumption - Craven is able to alter and shift his physical form down to its most base parts. Shifting organs and bones around as if being shook within a puzzle box. This gives Craven's body a severe degree of malleability, able to absorb large amounts punishment and to keep going despite grievous injury. This also allows him to repair wounds taken in combat, provided he has enough mass stored within his own body.
Mental Transference - Beings devoured by Craven are given the unenviable body and psyche devoured piece by piece, until they no longer exist. This allows Craven to witness and transfer a large portion of their short term memory to his own mind, with only a fraction of long term memory being stored as well. This information comes in burst and requires time to become fully integrated into Craven's being.
Separation - The most difficult of abilities that Craven has developed since gaining his freedom. This allows him to separate parts of his own body and create a new form of life directly connected to his own mind. This separation is neither clean, nor easy to watch and it allows him to split his attention into the mind of a separate body. This ability is mainly used for gathering intelligence and watching his own back from time to time.

General Information:
Though his powers make him a living monster and a waking nightmare for the people of the cities underbelly, it is not without its own limitations or weaknesses. Besides making the flesh and bone denser, or the muscle more thick and powerful. Craven's body is just as mortal and vulnerable as anyone else alive today. His body requires massive amounts of fresh matter every few hours, even compared to his own body weight and he cannot consume inorganic material. This usually leads to scattered remains and refuse left in secluded areas. The genetic material that gave him such power, also damns him to a near perpetual reign in darkness. His eyes are sensitive to intense light and in the case of direct sunlight, his skin cannot survive exposure for long. Matter that is damaged in combat and is unable to be returned to his body, quickly loses life and disintegrates to ash.

Craven does not talk much, in fact his voice is still not used to it and at the times when he does speak. His voice can be animistic and guttural.

No matter what humanoid form he takes, Craven will always appear pale and his skin will have the pinkish red blotches that dot his appearance.

History:
In the first decade of the Horizon Foundation's inception, there were always words whispered of heinous experiments done to further the companies goals, without caring about convention, or decency.The prisoner Maria Shriner or as she is now known within the Foundation as Subject 9, was the unfortunate mother of the creature known as Craven. The catalyst gene enzyme was spliced with her own DNA to merge the genetic defect in her system and the one they added, too that of her unborn child. The mixture being of Hemophilia and Porphyria, were meant to create a source of genetic material to serve as a fount of medical miracles. The result however was gruesome and destructive, resulting in a burst of growth from the embryo that killed the mother and only gave the doctors barely enough time to extract the specimen. Even then, it was a lumpen and misshapen nightmare of a thing which showed no signs of life what so ever.

After three hours of dissection however, the doctor performing the procedure must have hit a nerve and was nearly killed instantly when the mass latched onto his face and began to devour him. The resulting lock down made sure the two attending staff would die as well and when the blood cleared from the screens, the staff were surprised to see something vaguely human and child like sitting in the corner of the room.

Due to his nature and ferocity, Craven as he became to be known among the staff. In memory of the ME that he first devoured, this room became his one and only home for the next fifteen years. Using electric shock and positive reinforcement with other subsequent meals, the learned much from his growth and in fact part of their original plan was achieved. Craven was the golden goose that they intended him to become, his blood leading to discoveries in medicine that threw the Foundation years ahead of their competition. Despite learning much about him, how he acts and feels, even how to hurt him. They did not notice that when they fed him, his body would store the mass and he would learn from the subjects that he was being fed. So on the night they decided to retire one of the bases guards by giving him to Craven, the resulting meal gave him the information he needed to escape. He unleashed the mass he had built up over the years, becoming an amalgam of roiling flesh, muscle, bone and sinew. What remained of the guards memories allowed him to disable the lock downs and countermeasures in his path. On that night, Craven saw the moon for the first time and retreated to the underbelly of the city afterwords.

For the time he was alone and running, because The Foundation would not willingly allow him to stay free and how dangerous he was, made him more so a factor then most. Unfortunately they could never really catch him, cornering him here and there from time to time. But he would always give them the slip, or devour whoever they sent after him. After some time he would come to know them by the Catalyst that were sent to capture him, but the results would always be the same. It was also evident too him that others were fighting against the will of The Foundation and at times he would fight them as well. In fact many of the factions now separated in the city know him rather well and if not by name, then it would be by his actions.

So begins...

Craven's Story

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~Craven~




The whole morning in The Crown had been hectic, with the heavy boots of armed men trudging though one office building too the next. Eagerly seeking their quarry, only to find that he was one step ahead of them and on too the next building. This case came to an end after they supposedly cornered him on the roof of the Watercress Hotel, the largest building sitting at the corner of The Crown's square. What ensued was a bloody retelling of nearly every encounter between the Foundations forces and the entity known as Craven for the past eight weeks.

Even if their weapons were not silenced, from this height it would be highly unlikely that someone one the busy street below would even notice. He would tear and rip at their flesh as their weapons discharged, specks of flesh and blood dazzled within the light of brilliant muzzle flashes and one after the other fell before their clip could empty. Though yes, his efforts were met with equal resistance. They would try their toys and new tactics, but as the same before their technology, numbers and attempts could not hold out against his endurance. It did not help their efforts as well that he would take time between their intermittent fights to snack and feast on the gore that remained.

All the time he chased their draining numbers up the stairs and out the roof access door, as he kept them from returning the other way. His cold eyes kept fixated on them as they would square off and fire in their same fashion as before. What started as twelve, ended as five before their time on the roof and soon after that it was three, Huddled together back to back. The watched as Craven quietly walked out from the dark shadows of the roofs confines, a large trail of squirming, switching bodily mass following behind. A writhing, chattering mass of tendrils and claws as its skirted around his body and chased along the floor.

A slow measure of picking out the more experience and their leader alike, Craven yanked the two away from their captain as his shoulder badge spoke so loudly. As Craven advanced slowly and ever closer, the man put his rifle to his chin. Only for the swing of a talon severed enough of his arm to make the attempt mute. His lats ditch effort to spare himself from the indignity of being eaten was a pained leap from the roof, only for his decent to be halted nearly a floor down. A long tendril piercing the flesh of his leg and pulling him back up to meet the monster he had chosen to hunt.

As his body was swung right side up, he was set face to face with a virtual monster. Craven looked on at the struggling soldier, even though he too knew that his attempts were fruitless. The piercing sensation in the mans leg should have given him as much an insight, though it did not stop him from putting up a fight. As he looked on, he shouted and spat his proclamation "Go ahead.. do it you bastard.. ...Do It!!!

Craven looked him over a few times, as if studying a fly that one had caught by the wings.

The captain could see what remained of his squad, still draped across much Craven's face and chest. The engorged arm that held him upright by the shoulder, was painfully digging its claws into his skin. "Those men had families.. children.."

Craven broke him off by speaking against him "Jessica.. Anthony.. Patricia.. Need I go on?"

"I even know your name Captain Sampson.. it matters little." The captains eyes wince as he looks back and a grimace run across his lips. "Why am I still alive?" He ask plainly, which was a good question.

"No reason, I merely felt like playing with my food. The answers to all my questions lye in here..." As he says this, Craven runs a clawed finger over the mans face. Slowly giving him the notion of what was to come, but before he could act on this knowledge Craven grips his neck and wrenches the head from its owner. Barely a sound could even escape from the captured solider before the deed was done and his eyes were stuck staring perpetually into space.

Left cradling the head like a newborn as he sneers slightly at the flailing corpse, already having gorged himself on the foolish tonight. He detaches the dead weight from his hooks and chucks it too the streets below.




The streets below were cool and clear, people walking to and fro as they went about their business. But down comes a spinning mass, careening and flailing as it fell. The distance from which it fell must have been high, because the impact it made in the car waiting to turn at the square was impressive. Sinking its hood and buckling its frame, as it nearly disappeared into a red mist on impact.

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The still busy city, the setting sun, the annoying noise which fell more and more silent as the sun reaches the horizon. It was still a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary happening for the public to see. Although, that's only in the public's perspective, there has probably been a few murders, shoot outs and other unsightly things occurring throughout the day, all for no one to notice. Exactly what they want.

The calming 'silence' seemed too good to be true, especially for the two mercenaries as they walked the long way back to their apartment, and it apparently was;
A sudden smashing sound occurred behind the two, followed by the sound to bending and breaking metal as the strange mass collided with a car. For James, the sound was deafening; his ability may allow him to hold an enhanced, over-sensitive hearing, but it doesn't stop loud noises from seeming like an explosion had just occurred right next to his ear. Of course, the two mercenaries jumped in surprise to the sudden noise, followed by James wincing in pain as he covers his ears for a few moments before coming back into reality.

"What the fuck was that?" James questioned, bringing his body back to stand straight with his hands in his pockets,
"Looks like someone was thrown off a building," Eve giggled in reply, slightly amused that the convenience of this small disaster, as if a wish was granted.
James hummed in agreement, his face still blank as he looked up, attempting to search for the culprit. Sadly, his eyesight was the same as a normal human, and the reflection of the setting sun off the glass of the buildings didn't help the search either. "Eve, calculate the trajectory of the victim and lead us to the source." He ordered, taking the bag off of his back to access the two masks and the sword for the two to use.
"It's gonna take a lot of climbing if we're to get there quickly..." Eve answered as she pointed upwards to the source, followed by placing the mask onto her head.
"Fine," James had already equipped his mask and passed the sword to Eve, allowing him to sweep Eve from her feet and into his arms. With his legs slightly bent and facing towards a smaller building, he jumped. Giving off a strong sonic pulse from his feet as extra propulsion, throwing the two upwards in order to reach the skylines of the city.




Once the two had finally reached the building in which the victim had fell from, James placed Eve back down to her feet. They both walked forward towards the calculated area of the drop, James had his hands still in his pockets while Eve kept one hand on the hilt of her sword.

"That was a bit dangerous," James called out.

[If Craven is still here, then cool. If he had already left, then James' call was just to check if anyone's there. Thanks :)]

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~Craven~





The air was stiffening as the sun grew closer to its bedding and what little sting there was to the air, was leaving Cravens senescence. He looked too the sun as it was finally disappearing behind the horizon of the city and lifted his head to catch the fresh air of this new night. His long, tattered, dingy trench coat flapping lightly in the breeze. Its surface a mess from the fresh bile and bullet holes of the predating weeks. He runs a his finger across the brow of the new prize taken this night and smiles too himself, victory had always been so sweet. However tonight, it was more fragrant for him, as if it was a sign on a new beginning and that new possibilities were to follow. His mind had always been occupied with survival, but now it was awash with the thoughts that he should begin to strike back at the Foundation and cripple it, shortly before obliterating it all together.

A pang of sound physically brushes against his face as he looks upon his grizzly trophy.
It was a cacophony of sound rippling up the sides of each building in the plaza, able to shake several of the window panes free from their mounts and crack tiles as it traveled up through the air above the city. It was unknown to him, a sensation that he had never felt before and though it was alien. Its presence was not misunderstood and so Craven withdrew himself, drawing all of himself that lay sprawled upon the rooftop. A feeling akin to laying oneself out on a massive bed sheet and then drawing up into a fetal position, was the best way that he could possibly explain how the action felt.

The creeping feeling that he would not be alone for long shined upon him "That was a bit dangerous." and with those words Craven's smiled widened slightly, stepping from the ledge he looked on as the two new guest came into view. He kept his eyes fixed on the pair as the moved closer at a slow pace, though they were not from the Foundation. He could see that they were not strange to the idea of combat. He simply looked on as he passed the head to his left hand and let it hang "Glory seekers..?"

"Catalyst..?"
The strange appearance was what set them apart from the other meat shields that were thrown at him. Though he could easily two different sexes and if not her hair, the girls scent was what gave her away.

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"Unfortunately," Jericho's voice through the earpiece threw Hunter off. "Where are you? I'm about two blocks east of the targeted area."

Checking a street sign below, he added, "Crossing Hallingway, atop the Maxpoint building."

Hunter stuck to the rooftops whenever possible, as his scarred and bloodied appearance often drew unwanted attention. If Jericho stood out in a crowd, Hunter could be easily identified from space. His stark white hair and black support systems built into his suit made street traversing both unreasonable and often a pain to push people out of the way. His identity was known, as a few photos had found their way into the internet, leaked there by some kids jo doubt. But to the public eye, he was just an oddity of Foundation science, kept alive and mobile with medical devices. He needed it to stay that way.

A second voice cut into the mic. "Maddox, Thorn? We have a problem, a squad leader just activated his mic, here I'll patch you in..."

Ozpin's voice faded, replaced by frantic typing and then silence. Heavy, slow breathing came in.

"-Jessica, Anthony, Patricia. Need I go on?"

The heavy breathing returned for a moment, "I even know your name, Captain Sampson, it matters little."

"Why am I still alive?" The voice came in ragged breaths.

"No reason-"

"Ozpin, where is this?" Hunter cut him off, scanning the rooftops and streets as if an answer would just appear. Luckily, it did.

"Not sure, signal is too weak, we're lucky we can hear them as it is."

The sound of flesh and bone against metal echoed from the square below him. "Jericho, did you see what I just saw? I think we may have something."

Not waiting for a response, Hunter turned from the street searching for a way to the building. From his height, he could barely see something moving away from the edge of the rooftop. He'd need to improvise. Pulling the bone and blood From the severed head in the street, Hunter forged a makeshift pole from bone. He ran to the other end of the rooftop, as a loud series of sonic blasts caused the earpiece to malfunction, producing a high pitched screech.

"Jericho? Ozpin? Come in. Can anyone hear me?"Digging the earpiece out, he flung it to the ground, silently cursing technology.

Turning back to the other rooftop, he ran towards the edge, driving the pole into the ground and leaping towards the other end of the street, as he sailed over the heads of daily pedestrians and onlookers.

He came in much too low. Shattering a window, he cursed himself for his failure. Looking about the room, he saw several men and women in suits and ties around an oval table. All eyes on him.

"Where's the staircase?"

Timidly a man at the end of the room pointed to a door on the left.

"Proceed with your meeting." Hunter walked through the room to the stairs, throwing the door open.

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The two mercenaries where both surprised and amazed at the sight that stood before them. A lone man, standing among quite a few mangled corpses, the damage done to them was brutal enough to make the bodies unidentifiable. This must have been the work of a Catalyst, or at least some psychotic killer; but those killers are smart enough not to throw a body off a building, so it's definitely the former.

Eve was already calling out "Wow" as she wondered to the closest body, lowering her hand from her sword but not her guard. "This is such a great masterpiece~" She continued, trying her best not to step on a single drop of blood, not because of the usual 'I'm female and this is disgusting.' But, more like, 'I don't want to ruin the painting.'

James left Eve to do her thing as he continued with his little 'talk' with the murderer. "We don't care about glory, so don't worry about that. In fact, I'm not really in the mood to fight, we just came here because we were dragged here by the amazing curse called curiosity," he continued, "Besides, I ate a lot for lunch. And I'm sure you know the feeling when you eat a lot and feel tired..."
Something caught James' attention, a sound only he could hear at the moment, originating below the three. Footsteps, rushing footsteps at that. Along with the smash of a window. "Look what you've done." James directed his voice towards Craven, "You should know that throwing a corpse off the edge of a building would cause some kind of uproar. Now some people are coming up to join us, and the rattling of their gear shows that they aren't civilians."

James turned to Eve, "Get to the door of the staircase and make sure these guys are friendly. I really can't be bothered to fight."
Without a word, Eve nodded and skipped over to the door, proceeding to open it and stand at the doorway. Her hand placed on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw if needed, along with her legs spaced away enough to ensure a fighting stance.

She saved her words for when the people arrived, "Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later." Of course a small giggle accompanied these words.

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"Sorry, this place is off limits for a moment. Please come again later."

The giggling voice echoed down the stairwell. Hunter raced up the stairs, running back and forth as he slowly ascended the building. "Move aside, or else I'll have to act with force." Hunter yelled up the stairs.

Already, Hunter began pulling a small amount of blood from his body, feeling it bleed from the suit and form around him. The light of the setting sun began to pierce the darkness of the stairwell, and Hunter knew he was getting close. Speeding up, he practically pushed himself from the walls halfway up the stairs.

Rounding the final landing, Hunter confronted a feminine silhouette standing at the doorway. Her features were obscured in darkness. With the sun directly behind her, all that could be distinguished was the piercing blue hair, and a sword she dangled by her side. A resistance. A resistance to be met with force and speed.

Without stopping Hunter shaped the blood around his body into small needle-like tendrils, sending a volley of them all towards the silhouette like tiny, furious missiles.

"Move aside now!" He barked, lunging up the final stretch of stairs.

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"Force?" Eve questioned to herself as the bulky body came into view, rushing up the stairs with great speed. It was only one person after all. James must have been hearing other things to say it was multiple, something easy to deal with...

Or so she thought.

With the sudden reddish tendrils extending towards Eve, it became obvious that the interruption included a catalyst. Fuck. This action of course made Eve flinch, more of in anticipation and surprise than fear.

To react, Eve drew her sword and instantly sliced at the tendrils within one clean swing. Quickly jumping back and to the side at the same time with great agility to dodge any she missed, allowing the bulky man to join the others on the rooftop. "Alright, alright. I moved." She called out in reply, her voice showing more enjoyment than obedience.

"Whisper, we got company!"

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Hunter landed upon the rooftop, several small stains of red spreading at his feet. Taking notice of his situation, he saw directly before him, a man, no a creature standing over several bloodied and disfigured corpses, each wearing an outfit not too different than his own. A name came to mind: Craven.

Craven had killed more than a few Foundation personnel, and Hunter swore he wouldn't let himself be added to that list.

On either side of him stood two younger people, each of which both wore a mask. The boy's mask depicted a silenced face on it, while the girl's depicted a face of pure joy. The boy, Whisper, he was called, was unarmed, though that meant little to Hunter, he was associated, therefore he was a threat. The girl still held her sword, blue hair flowing in the wind.

The momentary stillness settled upon the rooftop, as Hunter scanned each one carefully, ready for any move they might make.

"Rather interesting group of people we got here." Hunter announced to the wind, "Almost makes me wish I hadn't woken up today." He paused. "Mind telling me what's going on up here?"

Hunter stood, posture perfect, eyes on all three, with a hand to his hip. Waiting for anything.

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Craven looked on at the man in front of him and the woman who left his side, it was obvious that he was not sure of this instance. However Craven was still enjoying what attention he could get, though James pointed out it wasn't smart to do what had transpired below. Craven smiled with a strange imperialistic grin as he responded "No more hiding.." He exclaimed as he held out the head of the deceased captain, like a prize on display. The talons on the ends of his fingers finding plenty of flesh to dig into. "Sometimes, one must.. lash out to be heard."

His sight twitches, one eye adjusting in his head to fix its view on the woman from before. She jumped from the door and Craven was not surprised to see what came next, they new body belonged to another one of his kind. A Catalyst, if not in soul, then well enough in body. The sight of his long white hair was enough to evoke images of long dead memories, collected from the minds of multiple minds. However the name of such a being hand long since passed into fading thoughts, though it meant little too Craven. He was there now and so were the others, this inclusion made him happy.

"To be surrounded.. by those like me. Is this the feeling of joy?"

A smile breaks widely across Craven's face as he looks back a James, easily showing that the teeth in his mouth were sharp as sin and tightly packed. The worst part being that a second row were growing their way in behind the first set as he spoke, leaning slightly, with a bow to his head.

"Craven..." The hand holding his prize pressed gently against his chest, as if an informal greeting of the most macabre standards.

The wind dies, his coat ceases its flowing gate and the air before stiff with the smell of blood. His smile fades to a more somber gaze, as the flesh covering his features ripples. Appearing like something akin to large worms burrowing underneath, collecting around his right eye and the vanishing into the socket.

Though he had seen and killed many catalyst before, this was the first time a dialog was even possible. "Brothers.. Sister.. "

"I hope you taste.. better then you look."

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James didn't know how to react to this turn of events. On one side was some crazy murderer who seemed to keep a severed head as a trophy, on the other was some bulky weird guy who came in with all that sass. But what was more threatening? Necrophiliac guy, bulky guy or Eve with her sword...

"Nice to meet you, Craven." James finally decided to speak, his voice still as monotone as ever as he slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets, leaving them hang his sides, waiting. And now he had to do something about the new guy, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Craven.

"That's a nice question you may ask, you're probably here for the same reason we are? Curiosity." James begun explaining, keeping calm as his fingers twitched slightly, as if wanting to be used. "It would be nice if we could keep things civil for now. Wouldn't want more added to these corpses."

Eve kept on guard, her sword pointed towards the man who had first assaulted her. Silent, she thought. Her brain was working hard at grasping the situation, taking every piece of information in and piecing them all together, a way to figure out the best way to act in this situation. Or perhaps an escape route. Both.

"I do apologize, Craven. We are not brothers or sisters here, and I don't really want that to be true either. Also, can I not be called a 'catalyst'? Makes me think I have a purpose." James continued, keeping his eyes on Craven as he spoke while also listening to every single sound the bulky guy would make. Even his heartbeat. "I don't think a failure would taste nice." He finished, insisting of himself being the failure.

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"Civil..." Hunter mulled over the thought a bit. "The world doesn't run on being civil. It always takes an animal and an immoral cause."

Hunter swept his hand across the air, pulling the fresh blood from the dead soldiers into him. Reaching out his hand, a corpse twitched, shuddered, then exploded. The corpse's spine melded together, forming a sword not too different than the one the girl carried. Save one crucial difference: it was made of pure bone.

The sword contorted in his hand till it began to resemble a Roman Gladius. Blood began to fuse around the blade, until it was nothing but a dull red.

"Craven, It seems you find it an honor to be meeting us. As do I. Without this meeting, I never would have been given the chance to end you. You can grow and contort and devour all you want, but my flesh will not be added into the ranks. And I'm going to cleave the flesh of my fallen comrades from you myself." Hunter turned addressing the other two, "Turn away now. Engage, and I shall deal with you as well."

With a sword in one arm, and a river of blood upon the other, Hunter charged at Craven.

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When James gave his slight protest Craven could help but urge a chuckle from the back of his throat. "Understandable.. but you will be at most.. a change to my pallet." Craven hefted the head towards his chest, cupping it in both hands. What follows is a change in his physicality; as his jaw and throat split, leading a large line down the length of his chest and abdomen. The splitting flesh reveals a solid row of teeth on each side and pulsing flesh underneath as his body yawns wide enough to take the head into its maw. Dozens of small meaty tendrils lash out and yank the prize inside, with the maw shutting greedily after. The still air hangs with the sounds of crushing bone and squelched flesh, as the line forms back and closes. Looking as though it never torn to begin with, his jaw being the last to latch back together and set back into place.

"Pity the fool, who loses his head first..."

Craven's body devoured its prize quickly, leaving not so much as a lump in his chest and it was gone in moments. Even now he could feel the former life of the man working its way through him, followed by small snippets of life and visions of his own death at Craven's hands. The rush of knowledge making his head twitch for a moment and the flutter of life passes behind his eyes.

"Apologies Hunter.. I could not find your name before. Apparently it was on the tip of my tongue.."

It was then that Hunter approached him and made his declaration, Craven seeing a duality between the two of them when his powers came to light. Remembering the days of when he was still under the knife of the Foundation and the days when they would use his own blood to make their twisted experiments truth. The idea crossed his mind that Hunter could have possibly been created using his own DNA, but that thought was short.

The sound of tearing cloth and flesh poured out as spines began to grow from Craven's back and a singular, long, thick, shard of bone erupted from his right palm.

He stood forward as Hunter charged, holding his blade aloft and ready to swing it down onto Hunters shoulder. Though he stood in the way, no urge to dodge or parry the incoming attack could be seen in his eyes. Which soon those too did change, glazing over with a thick red sheen as the whites completely disappeared.

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James nodded in agreement to Hunter's words, understanding the sense they make as he quickly mulled over the meaning. He does have a point, but the time it took for Hunter to speak was enough time for Eve to figure out a plan. One could think of James' protests were a form of stalling, keeping everything held back for Eve to get to work.

Suddenly, Hunter started moving, and at the same time Craven was... Transforming? It was an awkward position for James to be in, stuck between two Catalysts who are about to strike at each other. Perhaps this is what Switzerland felt like during the world wars. Without any confirmation from Eve, James had to do something defensively. And so, he raised his arms, ready to do the best thing he knew on keeping himself safe.

However, before James' arms even managed to finished moving, Hunter had already charged past. Targeting Craven. What a lovely turn of events. Confused, James placed his hands back into his pockets and fell back beside Eve, watching as the two were about to clash.

"You found a quick escape?" James asked Eve, keeping his eye on the two catalysts.
"Yeah, there's a lower building to our right. You would easily make the jump. We then do some roof running over 2 buildings before dropping down into an alleyway where we can remove our masks and head off home. Luckily, we're close and our room can be reached by travelling solely through alleyways." Eve explained in reply, showing her great abilities in observation and strategics.
"What if they followed?"
"I doubt it. From what information I managed to grab from the two, they seem more occupied with each other than anyone else. The bulky guy's eyes were kept on Craven, and the same back. You were just some separate entity."
"I'm both insulted and relieved... Let's get going."

With that, the two left the scene with a bang. Literally. A sonic pulse was fired once again from James' feet as he threw himself and Eve off the building, over the road and onto the other. Only to keep going in the exact same route Eve planned, heading home.

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Craven changed before Hunter. Morphing. Shifting. Adapting.

None of it slowed him down.

The sword plunged into Craven's arm, pinning it to the ground. The talon twitched and thrived beneath the blade, as he passed Craven by. Hunter turned, delivering a swift kick to Craven's backside, only to stumble and pull back. He was sturdy and with the grotesque mutations on his body, Hunter felt hesitant about staying for too long.

Rounding his other side, Hunter reached for the blade.

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Craven was eager to see what an actual Catalyst was capable of, especially one more rigorously trained and equipped then the normal cannon fodder he would encounter. Even the aspect that Hunter, was even willing to get into arms reach with him was a delight that Craven had not seen in some time. So in the vein of duality, Craven was now fighting on Hunters terms.

The ideal of blade to blade combat was not new too him, seeing as he has fought the same in the past before. However the last few months of feeding off of the city and the various security personnel, has filled his mind with several more years of such training and experience.

As the blade peirces through the sleeve of his left arm, pinning the meat of his limb against the ground. Hunter proves that on a dime, he is faster then the others by a great measure. Despite this however, his physical strength is not yet at the point it needs to be. A fact proven as he attempts to strike Craven physically, only to prove it was more effective at kicking himself away. A good choice though, as Craven merely pulls away and rips the arm off. Using his other to pull as spline from his back and issue a wide swipe at Hunter in return.

The attack misses Hunter's forehead by mere inches, leaving a few strands of hair fluttering too the wind. Craven takes a moment to eye the new wound and torn sleeve. "Such a pity.. I had grown attach to this coat." Another arm burst forth from the side of his midsection and as it grew the shoulder formed up to replace the original arm and coat slowly slid off his side. He clenched the new fist several times, the sound of bones and tendons settling creaking out into the air. Grabbing the collar with his new arm, Craven ripped the whole coat from his back and tossed it too his side.

Now with just his pants, it is easier to see his flesh in the dying sunlight. The very touch of such little light, is causing small, irritated, red burns to appear on his sides and back. Which steam up and quickly seal as they heal themselves, even faster then they appeared. "Your men were smart to trying and trap me here.. if only their timing wasn't so abysmal. A mistake they will not get a second chance at.. I assure you.."

He pulled another spine from his back as he armed himself more readily, with more growths issuing forth to replace them. Small gnarled spikes grew across his body, at least a dozen from his torso and arms. "Now.. lets try that again."

Craven crosses the blades in front of himself and charged Hunter once more.

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Hunter kept out of the way of Craven's blade as he charged past. Craven's shoulder clipped Hunter, sending him sprawling from Craven.

[¡]Sloppy[/¡].

The gravel floor hurt as it dug into his skin and scraped and tore his skin. He pulled himself up, staring fiercely at Craven. Craven was still turning, readying himself for another attack. Hunter's sword was behind Craven, still holding the limp arm beneath it. Hunter sighed, if Ozpin got word of this, he'd flip. Sending him back into the training room. He had let himself get disarmed, caught off guard, and thrown across a rooftop.

Sloppy.

He held out his hand, thrusting his palm straight downwards. His sword twitched, before digging through the ground. Hunter spread the bone across the entire underside of the rooftop. Pulling a small Foundation-issued handgun from a side holster, he loaded and cocked it.

Now he was ready.

Now, enough blood flowed through and around him, either his own, Craven's, or perhaps the soldiers who laid as small remnants of shredded clothing; their flesh, blood, and bone turned into weapons for the gruesome fight taking place above the streets of the city.

Just as Hunter threw himself at Craven, blood circling around his entire body, building momentum and force, he heard an explosion down a few blocks. He ignored it. Leaping over Craven, Hunter spiked the blood downwards, watching it tear into his skin and run into his grotesque figure. Landing behind him, he fired several bullets into Craven's skull to seemingly little avail.

Keeping his ground, he kept out of reach before Craven got his chance to attack with his own blade.

Hunter stood still, playing the defensive.

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Still, despite his abilities and training, it was obvious that Hunter was still probing at Craven to see what he could take and if it wasn't for his agility, the fight would have been over by now. Even for Craven this was strange happenstance, having never had to fight one opponent before and even if that were the case, that past had long dispersed from memory.

In fact they both were doing the same thing, seeing what the other was capable of and if it would afford them any ground in this battle. As he watched Hunter pull more blood from the surrounding area and watching him force the blade into the roofs foundation from a distance. Craven couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the Foundation agent, like before. He knew though that Hunter's abilities is all that interested him and even at first glance, it was easy to see that his power came with certain disadvantages. Craven was almost back on his heel before the sight of Hunter rushing him peeked from his right eyes edge and he gave a long wild swing, with no purchase. Hunter went sailing over Craven's head and forced the circulating blood down, like a mass of tangled spikes.

Though he felt the impact and the sudden piercing of his flesh, there was no indication that the attack effected him and even the rounds pegging into the back of his skull, were barely enough to shake the effected limb. As quickly as the rounds made impact, Hunter could see the torn flesh and bone begin to mend itself. Closing up quickly with the rounds still left inside.

Craven gave a strong twist of his body, snapping the spikes pinning his body to the flooring of the roof and as they lost consistency, his body drew in the weapons used against him.

Craven looked at Hunter as a long twisted gash running down his face sewed itself shut "We are going to be at this all night.." He smiles as he drops his own blades and they hit the floor with a heavy thud, only for a sudden burst of inner heat to consume them. Making the blades quickly disintegration and scatter too the wind as ash.

He motions lightly as he points to the spot were Hunter's weapon once pinned his arm too the floor. The limb was all too active, in fact it was now scrambling across the roof of the building, like a demented horror side show as it moved towards Craven. The mangled limb touched the side of his bare foot and began to crawl up his pants leg, only for the bulge it created to disappear before it reached his knee. "I think its time, this little charade ended..." Craven snorted quickly and spat on the floor. Leaving a small blood stain on the roof, with a small metallic object sitting within. This proved to be one of the rounds Hunter fired into his current adversaries skull.

Craven can see the look on Hunter's face, unlike him. Using his power for extended periods of time seems to have an adverse effect. It must be the reason why his armor is so thick, if must house other means to protect and reprise his powers. Craven gave a slightly somber look as he realized this and spoke in earnest.
"Tell you what.. Hunter."

"I'm going to give a free shot.. more then I ever gave your buddies anyway, but you better make it count.. I want to see what you can really do."
Craven raised his posture and stood straight, opening his arms as if to welcome what was to come next.

"After that, then its my turn... and I am no longer going to be playing by your rules..."

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Hunter took his chance to analyze the situation, all he had to do was keep Craven occupied. "Rules," He called out, "monsters like you don't play by any rules." His mind working feverishly, he tried to piece together something to keep him going. His body was low on blood, even his heartbeat was growing faint. His vision was blurry and clouded, but he pressed on. Trying to keep the extent of his pain hidden from his enemy.

"I, on the other hand, play by many rules," He kept his voice confident and stern, "But, good men don't need rules. Perhaps now is not a good time to discover why I have so many."

He looked to Craven, as he looked him over like a cat would a mouse that suddenly began talking. Hunter held the advantage, a prime opportunity to drop this beast and be rid of the stain from the Foundation's past. Hunter held all his cards, and all he had to do was flip the table. But instead, he decided to drop his hand.

"I don't need your generosity. I don't want your pity. If I kill you now, it goes against several of my many rules. Put up a fair fight, and maybe I'll end you before Ozpin gets to dig around inside that gross skull of yours."

Humor. How unprofessional of him. Hunter was glad his earpiece was out. It made the quiet of a fight so much more terrifying. Hunter leaned back, centering his weight, and bracing himself for whatever the beast would throw at him.

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Hunter locks eyes with Craven in return to his declaration, a return that he was not expecting from a foundation agent. Then again the act was more then enough to make Craven smile in return as Hunter squared off with him and so he responded "Well.. that is a great way to look at things."

"Alright.. so be it."
Craven's body began to tense up and pulse, his mind was occupied on the transformation and he could now feel the all too familiar hunger arise. His fight with this agent wasn't the cause, more so the act of fighting of last few days and how fast he could burn through his most recently acquired meal. Craven's body became hot, giving off a distinct sheen against the pale light of the dying day. His skin putting off a mist like steam as the shifting of his flesh took place.

Hair falling away and skin splitting open, all the signs of how Craven was now outgrowing his current form. His size began to swell and only showed signs of slowing after he towered an addition three feet over Hunter. Anywhere there was space to hold it, his body writhed with vast amounts of strength. His shins elongated and only ended by snapping in half afterwards, becoming displaced. His legs resembled the hind end of a wolf now, though lacking any fur in the sense of the term.

His upper body became wide and distended wherever muscle could be held. All the while Craven's head split, several large spines, growing into horns erupting from his scalp. Eventually his head was a hardened shell of thick bone and serrated ridges. The only soft tissue was through three large cracks in the plating, that allowed a singular, reptilian eye each, to peer out into the world.

Craven took one step, holding his arms aloft after the transformation halted. The cacophony of bones snapping into place and settling could be heard from all around. "..It feels so good to stretch ones legs after so long.." As he stepped, a section of the roof shuddered as if threatened by the movement. This was a testament to the mass of weight brought of by the change and how he looked on at Hunter. His voice, was thin and hard to trace, because it was being spoken with behind the heavy mask of bone.

He wasted no time in acting and raised his right hand, bringing it forward in a large arching swipe. It was transparent enough to see his tactic, seeing as the attack was possibly broad enough that Hunter would have great difficulty dodging in the first place.

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Hunter made no move to avoid Craven's attack. He stood still, not moving or even acknowledging Craven's exisnce. His eyes closed, brow furrowed, he sat in deep concentration, as the large arm swung ever closer to him.

The sound of breaking concrete and snapping bone echoed throughout the area.

Hunter opened his eyes, still standing perfectly still, with Craven's arm held in place inches from his head. A large pillar of bone jutted up through the rooftop, impaling and encompassing Craven's arm. Slowly, the bone melded around the shell casing protecting it, and began to fix the arm there, not allowing it to move.

Hunter smiled.

"Nice try, but I suggest you learn to study your enemies more clearly." He called out, "Perhaps then you'll survive longer."

Hunter walked a few paces forward, sending two more spears of bone shooting up through the concrete and through Craven's exoskeleton. Small rivulets of blood began to leak out from the impaled areas, only to be cut off from the shifting of bone as it joined with Craven, locking him in place.

Knowing his spears wouldn't hold him long, Hunter began accelerating the blood he had shot into Craven's body, tearing through his accumulated flesh. The bone shell Craven had trapped himself in held the blood that had begun straining his veins and arteries, as it slowly wore away at his heart. Not loosing the chance, Hunter stepped forward, aiming for Craven's vulnerable eye.

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The action was quick as always, Hunter was just a bit faster on the draw then Craven's form would allow. The bulk of his weight being centered and caught as the arm came down and Hunter put his plan into action. Craven could see it take place from within his shell and the cinching pain of having his head penetrated and skewered once again was sadly, now becoming a familiar feeling.

All was still for a few moments, the sound of sirens and horns below could be heard through the deafness of the night time air as Hunter stood there, staring up at the form Craven had assumed. The head of the beast imploded as the spear came through, devolving into a shower of ash, as only the top of the neck remained. At this range, Hunter could hear something issue from withing the beast chest "Its still mine.."

At that moment, the left arm came sweeping around and wrapped its titanic grip, painfully, around Hunter's leg. Were it not for the strength of his suit, the tension would be more then enough to buckle the knee and snap his thigh. Instead its plates and tubing just strained against the hold places around it, like a massive snake was coiling around it. The monsters chest opened, tearing like a great womb against the world and showering Hunter in flakes of blood and cast off organs. Craven's upper torso burst forth from within, wielding a long sharp blade from his forearm and dug it into Hunter's left shoulder.

The eruption scattering the blood formed attacks Hunter used and they were quickly swallowed by Craven in return.

Craven reached out and took hold of Hunters neck with his other arm, leveraging enough to make his weapon poke though the back of Hunter's armor."Even if you take it, it will always be mine.."

"Did they not tell you Hunter? Something that was a part of me, shall always remain a part of me.. there is no breaking that link.
Even as Hunter's reflexes kick in and he grabbed the arm stretched out for his neck. There was a sensation crawling up his arm, or inside his arm would be more precious. Like worms dancing on the underside of his skin, leaving a hot trail in their wake as they moved.

"The Foundation created me yes.. but as always they prove to be highly ineffective at doing the opposite. Blasting me with radiation, poisons, diseases, electrification.. it was fun, but it got extremely old and sadly.. so is this." Craven broke the tip of his blade off in Hunter's shoulder, with a sharp twist and the blunted end quickly formed back as another blade.

He aligned the blade with Hunter's chest and pulled back slightly "Do not worry, you will be some of my most fondest memories.. brother.." As Craven cocked his arm back all the way, a sound was issuing above the crumbling concrete and snapping bone. Some sound that was muffled but coming closer every second it was there and without warning, a beam of intense light blasted from over the roofs edges. In that split second, Hunter could see Craven's eyes redden as they attempted to shield his sight, but to no avail. A helicopter had swooped up from below the buildings edge and now had a large orbital light, fixed on the two.

His grip went lax as he recoiled from the blast of light, letting Hunter slip from his bonds and slump almost where he stood before. A voice began to boom though the air as it issued though a loud speaker "Halt, right were you are." Craven's eyes fully adjusted as he looked back, a thick red film swelling his vision with a red tint and he could see the Federations mark on the side.

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Even with the aid of the blood filming his eyes over and blotting out most of the light, the beam was so intense he could only look at it with a strong wince in his eyes. He could feel the sensation of his flesh wanting to boil in the intense light, though thankfully it was not direct sunlight and therefor just an irritation.

Those thoughts were short as a shot sounded from the side hatch of the helicopter, followed by a distinct pinch of pain somewhere on his own body. Though with the amount of mass he had produced to take this form, he knew that he had been hit. Several more shots rang out and thanks to the light, not even a muzzle flash could be seen beyond its halo. Now he was definitely sure that he was being hit and where, several rounds riddled across the back of his beast like form and the pain was now different. He did not know what they were using, but it burned and seared at his flesh. Tearing its way through his body and broiling where the round stopped, causing his body to frantically shift the invading piece outside of itself.

He looked at hunter, who had taken too his feet, despite the eight inch bone jutting from his shoulder. His body forming a thick sheet of bone in order to stop the rounds from penetrating, as he looked on. "Always something.. always another time." He realizes that his time is growing short, his body was shifting mass to grow the armor and right now its right side was beginning to wilt. Turning itself to ash as he could feel the life leaving it, never to return and grow again.

Craven grits his teeth and pools the last of his strength as he can feel life leaving most of his body. Grudgingly, he pulls a large section of his large arm back, chucking blocks of concrete towards the helicopter. Finding little purchase, but causing the pilot to pull away for several moments. He eyes locked on Hunter as the left arm dug into his body and gripped around himself and tearing the two bodies apart. With no words, he tore himself from his new shell and chucked his upper half from the roof. The larger sections quickly dissolving, burning away into ash as he cleared the edge. Laughing as he careened through the air and over the skyline lite night.

He fell for what seem like a full minute, knowing the building was high. Though he sadly underestimated its range and could only place a cringe on his face in anticipation of the impact, which turned out to be wetter then he initially thought.

Never did he expect to land in the fountain of a dinner club, though the water was only three feet deep and he found himself splitting the stone lining the bottom. As his mangled form floated up from the bottom and he could see a small crowd of faces gathered around, a waiter looked on and leaned in. The addled face of a wasted youth on him as he spouted some of the dumbest words ever heard in such a situation. "Dude.. Are you alright?" Craven floated there with just his torso and one arm and maybe even just a majority portion of his head, including the lack of depth perception. Which meant that either an eye was torn out, or burst in reaction too the impact. Despite that, he just looked back at the young man and spoke "Donner.. party of one." His arm burst from the waters surface, fingers snapping into place and wrapping around the mans throat "I'll have the carnivore special." He proceeds to draw the man in as his face warps open, becoming a gaping maw. The onlookers both, scream and run for their lives as his head burst like a ripe melon.

They ran as the commotion in the fountain sloshed and sprayed water in all directions, only for the action to slowly die and the sound of Craven's body settling to rise over the noise. Rising from the waters as they settle, Craven was looking refreshed, wiping the water from his face and head. He wore the pants of the waiter, though how he got them on while eating the waiter alive was a question better left unasked and despite the water, they were heavily stained red around the waist.

He looks up and notices the he fell through a veranda on the way down, still able to see the now, circling helicopter as it searched for him on the rooftop.

Barefooted he scrambled from the fountain and only stopping to yank a coat from the suspended wrack. Tearing through the reception door and out into the street, speeding down an adjacent alleyway.

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Lucielle watched with blatant facinatination as Craven devoured his meal. She knew the waiter didn’t stand a chance. From her vantage point, she could see all the other meals awaiting Craven, running away from the abomination that had installed itself into their fountain rather violently. In no time at all, Craven was up and out of the water, running out of the small deck and tearing down an alleyway, his clothing stained in blood. Unwittingly, Lucielle had managed to place herself in the perfect position to follow him, all she needed was a keen eye.

Craven tore down several alleyways and minor streets, trying to either run from a pursuer or keep hidden from the general public. In this way, they zigzagged throughout the city, crossing bridges, running through small groups, and heading down the city until they reached their destination; The Outskirts.

The bridge to the Outskirts was different than the rest, the other bridges looked strong, sturdy, and well-maintained. This bridge was covered in rust, visibly twisted out of shape, and it’s concrete was cracked and crumbling in several places. The bridge didn’t seem fit for any kind of safe reliable travel, but it was the only one leading to the Outskirts, so they had little choice but to keep it open. The local government wouldn’t dare spend a dime trying to fulfill the needs of the poor, and less fortunate of the city, providing perfect travel for the demons and monsters that roamed the nights.

“Hey, wait up big guy.” Lucielle huffed, landing next to Craven.

“Fun little show you put on back there.” She paused, checking to be sure her ‘friend’ hadn’t arrived early.