the park; sunday afternoon

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This tiny town was growing more and more dull with each second that ticked by. Chase had amused himself in all the ways he knew how but he was getting to the point where toying with people wasn't going to tide him over. He wanted power and he wanted it now.

That meant getting back to Caleb and his little merry band of friends. Of course, Chase hadn't quite figured out where he was but that didn't matter. His plan was to leave his mark on this place with either some death or destruction and then find Caleb.

But, first? Breakfast. Chase had picked up a well balanced meal consisting of a bagel and some coffee at one of the local shops and then left a nice, small fire in the bathroom. Easy to put out but fun nonetheless. Now, he was sprawled on the bench, eating his breakfast and contemplating what he wanted to do first.

So many options!

[Open! Chase is still his delightful self and the list of things he can do is here, in case you do want to try and take him on. ETA Warning For: Violence, blood, language and trauma]

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Isabelle was patrolling the island in full gear, today. Marked up to the nines, and looking for one specific person.

And when she spotted him, she moved to circle aroud to him. No point in just charging him head-on.

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If Chase realized someone was nearby, he didn't let on. He kept eating his breakfast quietly and even threw a few pieces of food out towards the flamingos.

Of course, he was on his guard for anyone who potentially might come at him but most people would see a young man who was enjoying the day.

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Isabelle saw him as someone to drag to the abandoned warehouse district. But, Isabelle was also wearing a Mark for silence, making her way towards him from behind the bench without a sound.

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What a neat little trick she was using. He'd be so pleased to know she'd had to get so geared up to come find him.

Chase leaned forward and tossed some food towards the flamingos. "This gonna make you guys explode? That'll be fun to watch."

So nice.

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He was not right in the head. Of course, neither was Flick, but he was a vastly preferable choice, and she wanted him back.

She made her presence known by yanking him back against the bench and pressing a dagger against his throat. "Not one move."

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Chase's back hit the bench and he took a minute to be impressed by how quietly she'd moved. Then, he chuckled.

"Well, well, look who it is," he said and then tried to lean forward so his neck touched that dagger. Pain wasn't really an issue for him. "Come on, do it, then. Cut me."

Or he'd cut you, Isabelle.

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Isabelle hesitated, but only for a second. She didn't cut him, but her other hand grabbed the back of his neck to yank him up.

"You're coming with me."

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"That's not going to happen," he said, letting her yank him up, eyes going inky black as he did. He spun around, uncaring if that made he was going to cut himself and swung at her.

If he connected, she was going to find his strength supremely enhanced.

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Not before he was going to find her speed supremely enhanced. She'd expected him to attack her, this time, so she ducked out of the way in time. And yes, that meant her knife got away from him, but he'd already gotten a nasty cut. Oh well.

And using her enhanced agility, she bounded over the back of the bench to lunge at him with the intention of knocking him to the ground.

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The blood made Chase smile and when she lunged at him and he caught her, the tumble backwards just made him laugh and smile in an almost hysterical fashion.

"Is that all you've got?" he asked, keeping his powers restrained for the moment. This was fun enough. "I expected more. Come on!"

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Isabelle saved her quips and punched him in the face instead.

What, she'd even punched Flick before. She wasn't going to be coy about it now. She needed him disoriented. And hopefully knocked out, soon.

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Chase just laughed with the punch, licking his bloody lip. He reached out with a hand and let his powers of telekinesis find something heavy nearby. A rock. He sent it screaming at her head while she punched him.

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Isabelle ducked that one too, but only barely. Right, telekinesis. Fun. And not at all terrifying.

She reached for his wrists and tried to headbutt him.

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"Gotta go!"

What, did she think he was going to make it easy? With a quick snap, he disappeared from underneath and within her grasp and reappeared behind her.

All the better to grab for her hair and try and drive her face down into the dirt and ground.

"You can do better than that!"

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Well, Isabelle didn't manage to duck that one. Her nose hurt and her cheek ached and there was probably dirt in her mouth.

But at least she managed to get a handful of dirt and throw it back with the hopes of hitting him in the face with it, before attempting to push herself up.

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That wasn't very nice at all.

But, it was effective. The dirt hit his eyes and momentarily blinded him. He stumbled backwards and threw up an arm, sending a barrage of dirt right back at her in an attempt to give him some time to get his eyes clear.

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Isabelle got up. There was dirt in her eyes and her nose and her mouth, but she could live with that. As soon as she was on her feet, she charged at him again.

This time, she aimed one punch for his midsection, then another as an uppercut right on the center of his chin, immediately after. She was pushing herself and the Marks on her arms, to gain as much momentum and speed as she possibly could. She needed to jostle his brain. She needed his lights out.

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Chase reeled. For the first time, the feelings of pain didn't make him laugh. He sucked in breath and spit blood and stumbled backwards onto one knee. He was breathing hard. He rolled out of her view for a second, getting some cover.

Chase shifted. He turned himself into a small little boy with big, wide eyes. His dark hair was askew and there was a nasty bruise under one eye. He was crying.

"Please don't hit me," he said, holding up his hands and looking frightened. "He's been possessing me. I'm real. Please help me. I just want to go home to my mom and dad and sister."

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Now, Isabelle was more than familiar with tricks of this sort. She'd been talking to Anders about Eidolon demons and their shapeshifting just last week.

And yet. Her eyes went wide, and she felt sick to her stomach.

"B-by the Angel."

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The little boy kept cowering though the fingers of one of his hands was moving imperceptibly. Calling on one of the few things that the other Sons of Ipswich couldn't do.

Spiders. Poisonous spiders all emerging from out of nowhere to crawl behind her and closer and closer to her.

"Will you help me?" he asked, sounding scared and small. "I don't want to die."

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Isabelle shook herself out of her initial reaction. Focus, Iz. She needed to fall back on her training.

She did not move.

"You're not real," she said. "You can't be real."

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Chase was pleased with how well this seemed to be affecting her. The spiders were closer, crawling up her legs and up onto her back. They'd start biting soon but now they were just silently covering her because their master had called.

He sniffled and rubbed a dirty hand against his face, smearing dirt against his skin. He looked vulnerable. "I just want to go home. I want to see my room again and hug my mommy and play soldiers with my sister."

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Isabelle looked wary, but she moved closer now. Still keeping a certain level of distance, but moving a little closer all the same.

"Really?"

She wasn't sure she bought that. She also hadn't noticed the spiders, but, that was what her rune-enforced gear was for.

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Chase kept the spiders moving until they could land on bare skin. That meant her neck and face, unfortunately for her. Chase knew she'd notice his little pets then so he moved them quicker and as soon as they started walking on skin, he commanded them to bite.

"Really," he replied with a sniffle. "I'm lost. I'm so scared."

[seveninchmotto]

Well, that stung. There weren't runes for warding your skin against poisonous spiders. So, she got immediately distracted, trying to swat the spiders away.

"What the ––"