Delusional Maid [Non-Canon]

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Well, that was easy. Caught him on the first punch. He wasn't very good at this. Then again, he was at least doing as well as just about everyone else who came down here. That was to say, terribly. Shaking her right hand to get some of that black tar off, she continued grinning childishly as Jason stood back up.

"You're still not broken! ...Anymore than you already are, anyway."

He had the face of a really big raisin after a bored child took a knife and fork to it to pass the time.

"Well, got you! Your turn now!"

And for his attack, he threw a rock at her. Was it poor man's danmaku? Just one projectile? Flandre just batted the debris away with one hand, her grin falling into a neutral, disappointed-looking expression.

"Hey, can't you decide what game we're gonna play? I'm just gonna play by myself if you keep changing it!"

She watched the mist reform to her right and turned her head to face it. Then he returned to mist. Her head followed him left, forward, and then left again.

"Is this tag? Danmaku?! Make up your mind or I'm going to get mad!"

As she yelled into the empty air, he appeared and grabbed her. Yet she didn't look pained or distressed in the slightest. Rather, a smile creeped across her face as he finally reappeared. However, it wasn't quite the same as the playful grin from before. The way her eyes and mouth contorted made her seem a bit more sinister than someone who looked like her should be. Thrusting out her arms to take a grip of Jason's shoulders, she used her strength to try to rip Jason's arms right out of their sockets before kicking him hard in the chest.

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"...You're it!"

@T.O.M.
 
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On the list of things that Jason expected to happen in this scenario? That certainly hadn't been one of them. Whenever he had gotten his hands on someone, it usually meant the end of them. Either he'd snap their spine in two with a simple bearhug or he'd break their back over his knee. Given that the being he was currently fighting resembled a child enough to fool Jason's simple mind, he would have simply held her with enough force to make her submit and ask for him to cease. Instead, she flashed him a grin and suddenly she was free. But somehow Jason didn't feel any more sensations in his arms. It wasn't until he left an indent in the wall and slid down onto his rear that he noticed what had happened. Blood squirted out of the mangled sockets and the ends of the torn off arms currently in Flandre's position. It'd been a while since someone had ever been able to disarm Jason. The last person who attemted that was some loud-mouthed man with a chainsaw arm. Jason couldn't quite remeber his name.

Not that it mattered. This wouldn't keep him down for long. Rising to his feet, Jason glared at Flandre and before her very eyes, she could see the rotten tissue begining to reform itself. Jason didn't quite understand it himself. But he supposed that the how wasn't very important. He could heal and that was it. The tissue began to reform Jason's arms and once they were complete, he'd clench both hands into fists before vanishing in a cloud of mist again. This time he wasn't keen on re-engaging with Flandre just yet.

No, the undead serial killer appeared a few feet behind the girl as he glanced down at his hockey mask. The piece of sports equipment that had made Jason iconic among the newscasters who followed his bloody rampages had gone through a great deal of wear and tear. Pieces of it were torn away, the original white sheen had turned into a dark yellow-ish color and due to Flandre's last punch, a crack was running straight down from the top of the mask. But this mask meant something to Jason and as such, he refused to simply leave it behind. Slipping it back on over his head, he'd turn to face Flandre once again. He had already learned that this girl seemed to be his better in both speed and strength.

It seemed the only thing he could do was hold out until this girl had her fun...

"...."

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@Kaykay
 
As Jason stared at her, Flandre just grinned and stared back. She was having a bit of fun, now. Unless he changed the game again, she felt like they'd gotten into a good rhythm here! Would he vanish again to try to tag her? Just run right at her? Soar into the air...somehow? Turn into a cloud of bats? Close the gap instantly like Sakuya could? Waiting for him to decide how to attack, the little vampire just kept grinning and staring.

For about a full minute.

It suddenly hit her that, perhaps, he'd just broken while standing up. Her smile wavered a bit. That would've been awfully boring and anti-climactic, if expected.

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"Hey, aren't you going to try to tag me? You're it! I told you that, right?"

Still nothing more than either a blank or lifeless stare, not that she could tell from behind his mask. Her shoulders heaved as a bored expression replaced her old playful one. Well, at least the fun had lasted for a little longer than usual. Walking over to him in a plain, boring manner, she casually threw out her arm, sending Jason flying and crashing into the wall off to the side.

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"...Are you still there? I don't like to keep broken toys..."

@T.O.M.
 

Jason stood as stiff as a statue. He wouldn't make another move towards this girl. The last effort he had made resulted in his arms being torn from his body. Nothing he couldn't heal from but still not a pleasant experience all the same. Which is why the zombie tilted his head in confusion at how disappointed the child seemed to be as Jason seemingly refused to play with her. Was she finally done with her game? Could Jason be on his way? Would she perhaps show him the way out of this place?

As it turned out, none of those were the right responses. Jason's one good eye shot open as the 'casual' blow came in. The impact once more sent Jason rocketing off his feet and this time through the wall. Causing piles upon piles of debris to fall atop the zombie. Given Jason's supernatural strength removing the debris wasn't an issue. But then that was the least of his problems at the moment. As debris fell to the wayside after being chucked aside by the Crystal Lake Killer, the trickling of blood began to sound out through the basement.

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Jason was no stranger to bodily harm. Even before he became an undead, he had been stabbed in the knee/hand, struck in the head with an axe. He'd even been killed by his own machete. The last of which kept him down for years until a stray lightening bolt resurrected him. From there he suffered a further multitude of injuries. Ranging from the mundane like being shot to no avail to the outrageous like having a house blow up with him inside it. Something even Jason wasn't quite sure how he had survived that one. He had fought the notorious dream demon, Freddy Krueger and came out none the worse for wear. In this case however, the blow Flandre had thrown his way had done quite a number on him.

His right arm was barely hanging on with a few loose strands of flesh connecting it to Jason's torso. The entire upper-right portion of Jason's body had been completely eviscerated by Flandre's attack, her arm carrying enough force behind it to nearly sever Jason's arm-again!-and turn him into an undead blood sprinkler. Normally, recovering from this would have been no great problem. He'd heal up and then get back to business. But something was different about this attack. Something that Jason would find out soon enough. For as he took a step towards Flandre, he paused and his head jerked back as if he were coughing.

No matter how hard Jason resisted it or fought against it, the feeling didn't subside. He actually had to push his mask up somewhat to cough up a wad of black blood onto the floor. Okay, blood was no big deal. Tons of it poured out of Jason on a regular basis and it wasn't as if the zombie was using it anyway hence the black colour to it and the decomposing stench. But what was this feeling? This aching within his body. Jason stood where he was coughing up blood for what felt like an eternity to the Goliath of a man.

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Soon enough there'd be a puddle gathered at Jason's feet, composed solely of his blood. Shakily raising one of his boots, Jason stepped into the puddle as he tried to trudge forward. But before he drew any closer to the vampire, his legs gave way as if they'd been kicked out from under him. His machete slipped from it's sheath and fell to the floor with a resounding clang of metal hitting floorboards. Falling to his knees in a puddle of his own blood, Jason's one eye was wide in confusion. What was happening to him? He had never been delayed like this after receiving an injury! More importantly what was this feeling running through his veins?

"Gah..."

The groan escaped from Jason's decrepit lips and was the first vocalization Jason had made since arriving in Gensokyo. He clutched at what remained of his torso after Flandre's strike as ragged breaths escaped from the serial killer. As the seconds flew by, Jason's minuscule brain started to form some kind of a rudimentary idea.

Was...Was this pain?

Was this what the sinners felt whenever he punished them?

If so then why was this happening to him? He'd done nothing wrong. He had only done what he felt would have made his mother proud. As the wound started to regenerate, Jason tore his attention away from it to stare straight at Flandre.

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How could it have been that a child-one who seemed so innocent been the one to do this to him? To be the one to make him feel genuine pain in so many years? Perhaps that is a question that Jason would never quite receive an answer to...

@Kaykay
 
Jason made a noise. Well, he wasn't totally broken, but he was pretty useless as a playmate now.

Oh well.

Flandre's lips curled slightly downward as she raised her hand towards the ruined zombie. A small orb of energy formed at her hand. If he wasn't going to play anymore, she'd just have to play by herself the only way she knew how.

"I had fun."

And she unleashed her crimson flash of destruction.

...

But it never reached Jason. The attack had suddenly disappeared in midair. Flandre's eyes widened? Who did that? The guy in front of her certainly had no chance of doing it, and she hadn't cancelled her own attack, if she even could do that. So how?

"Time Sign: Private Square."

The chief maid of the Scarlet Devil mansion, Sakuya, had finally made her way down to the basement. In hindsight this kind of dark place was exactly where she should've expected him to go, but normally people weren't particularly interested in a place like this when compared to the large library, or any number of other areas in the large mansion. But finally, she'd found the zombie. And Flandre with him. Following danmaku rules, she'd cancelled out Flandre's projectile with her bomb.

"Sakuya! Is it time for food? Eh, eh? Is it, is it?"

"Not quite yet. It will be ready shortly."

"Hmm...okay! Food, food, food~"

Flandre quickly losing interest in the scenario, the vampire moved off as Sakuya approached Jason. The maid sighed as she scanned his beaten form. Right after they'd had him fixed up, too. Nothing they could do about his own stupidity, she figured. She lifted his large body onto her shoulder and began to walk out of the basement.

"Be a good girl, Flan."

And the maid and zombie disappeared, leaving Flandre to her locked room once more.

Having stopped time so that it wouldn't technically take too long, Sakuya finally made it out of the mansion and dumped Jason onto the floor. He hadn't really wanted to be there in the first place and Sakuya never really wanted him there in the first place, so she figured it was fair. Only the mistress had wanted him, and she'd long forgotten about him, resuming watching that "TV" thing she'd found back before this whole mess.

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"Have a nice day."

With a single bow, the maid walked back into the mansion, closing and locking its doors.

Leaving Jason...alone?

A lone snowball hit him in the mask.

"Hey, I'm not scared of you just cause you look scary! I'm the strongest around!"

Sometimes those that wished to be alone were the ones who had the most trouble doing so.

@T.O.M.
 
So, was this how he'd meet his end this time, mommy? At the hands of a little vampire girl who had been the first one to cause him genuine pain in so long?

Before the blast came, Jason's eye shot open as the blast just seemed to vanish. If it had hit him it's likely that would have been the end of him. At least for the time being, Jason always found a way back, no matter what. But it seemed like the maid had finally found him. Out of her and the mouthy girl, she seemed to be the brains of the two. Not that Jason knew too much about smarts. Even Flandre was likely more intelligent than the zombie. With his body currently focused on trying to heal the savage wound Flandre had left on him, Jason didn't put up much of a struggle as he was tossed over Sakuya's shoulder and carted away.

As his body slowly but surely continued to regenerate on the way there, Winslow couldn't help but feel the slightest bit relieved. He shouldn't have been down here. Which gave the maid all the excuse she needed to finally kick him out and let him leave. He hadn't wanted to come to this mansion in the first place. So as he was unceremoniously plopped onto the floor, Jason laid there and nodded his head towards Sakuya as she closed the doors behind her.

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Hobbling to his feet, Jason glanced over at his arm. Much to his surprise, the tissue was already pretty much healed. Though the sensation of pain would take some time to leave Jason's mind. It'd been a foreign feeling to the zombie for so long. He'd spent so much time cutting open sinners left and right, he never stopped to consider. What if he felt pain like they did? Flandre smashing him open like a rotten pumpkin certainly answered that question. But it left Jason with a new one:

How would he ever get home?

He'd been going from dimension to dimension and Crystal Lake seemed so far away now. He had set out originally just to kill Hazama and then go back to the lake. Maybe drag Hazama's body back with him and put his head on the table next to his mother's own decapitated head. From there however, he'd been captured-turned into a cyborg temporarily-cut in half-and then dragged along by the mouthy girl and her maid companion. Now, that he was on his own. The only thing that seemed natural to Jason was to wander around aimlessly until he found sinners. But where he find those in a-

*splat*

Snow slowly rolled down the side of Jason's mask as his head turned. The one who had chucked the snowball at him appeared to be a young child. Normally, Jason had standards for targeting someone that young. It was beneath him and even an undead serial killer had to have some twisted semblance of morals. But Jason was frustrated and needed something to work out his frustration on. Glancing down at his waist and seeing the machete tied to it, an idea slowly began to form.


"...!"

Drawing the machete, Jason vanished in a cloud of mist. Cirno had likely forgotten all about the big ugly guy who smelled like rotten meat. He probably ran off crying after she threw that snowball at him! But then she'd bump into something. Rubbing her head, Cirno shook her fist angrily in the direction of whatever had obstructed her. Only this obstruction shook back.

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*SLISH!*

The End


Thanks again to @Kaykay for being an amazing RPing partner. This RP had it's ups and downs in terms of plot direction. Honestly, I'm glad you were nitpicky at times regarding the Blazblue lore when I knew very little of it beyond the characters. I had a lot of fun playing Jason and you really showed your talent for being able to handle multiple characters at once! We started this back in January and we're finally finishing it now. I have to say I had a blast and I hope you did too.

Looking forward to wrapping up our RPs and starting our future ones!

--T.O.M.

 
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