2-A. Creepy Crawlies [The story's progress has not been kind to Kazuma, and only to Kazuma. By the start of Act 3, he has already descended into madness, Hyde now able to fully wrestle control from him and causing death and destruction where ever he went, laughing madly at his newfound abilities this story has given him.] Weak! You are all so weak!
[He smashes through a home just by walking through it. His newfound powers have caused him to grow almost as tall as a single story home, his features more demonic as he lost his own humanity. His hands and feet were now large proper claws, bone growing from his heel and elbow into new sharp talons. His face had protruded forward to hold his newly grown sharp fangs, and he could be seen moving upright or on all fours like some beast. One wouldn't recognize the monster to be Kazuma as there was nothing left of him to be seen visibly, other than his weapon of choice happen to be whatever he could use like a blade. Right now, it's a street lamp.] Hahahaha! Was that suppose to hurt?!
[Several failed creations try to ram, bite and tear into him. They were met with being teared into pieces themselves, or smashed over and over by the street lamp until it was bent out of shape. Ink and parchment spilled everywhere. In the chaos, he doesn't notice the townsfolk trying to get out the way and are trampled by him amidst the chaos. No blob, aspect or erasers were safe, all were equal targets to him.]
3-B. Emergency Book Repair?
[Despite the destruction he was causing, it still applied as him using his essence. Thus the strange ribbons of light were constantly attracted to him. A shame he doesn't care to repair the damage. Instead, he would tear into the ribbons, or destroy whatever they try to repair or revive around him. Rather than be annoyed by the repeated cycle, it just gives him an opportunity to experiment with different killing and destroying methods.]
Hm, how shall I kill you this time? Roast you? Rip you limb from limb? [He held a helpless villager that had revived once more in his claws, pleading to let the cycle end.]
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Kazuma Asougi | Dr. Jekyll&Mr. Hyde [CW: Murder, Violence, Body Horror]
[The story's progress has not been kind to Kazuma, and only to Kazuma. By the start of Act 3, he has already descended into madness, Hyde now able to fully wrestle control from him and causing death and destruction where ever he went, laughing madly at his newfound abilities this story has given him.] Weak! You are all so weak!
[He smashes through a home just by walking through it. His newfound powers have caused him to grow almost as tall as a single story home, his features more demonic as he lost his own humanity. His hands and feet were now large proper claws, bone growing from his heel and elbow into new sharp talons. His face had protruded forward to hold his newly grown sharp fangs, and he could be seen moving upright or on all fours like some beast. One wouldn't recognize the monster to be Kazuma as there was nothing left of him to be seen visibly, other than his weapon of choice happen to be whatever he could use like a blade. Right now, it's a street lamp.] Hahahaha! Was that suppose to hurt?!
[Several failed creations try to ram, bite and tear into him. They were met with being teared into pieces themselves, or smashed over and over by the street lamp until it was bent out of shape. Ink and parchment spilled everywhere. In the chaos, he doesn't notice the townsfolk trying to get out the way and are trampled by him amidst the chaos. No blob, aspect or erasers were safe, all were equal targets to him.]
3-B. Emergency Book Repair?
[Despite the destruction he was causing, it still applied as him using his essence. Thus the strange ribbons of light were constantly attracted to him. A shame he doesn't care to repair the damage. Instead, he would tear into the ribbons, or destroy whatever they try to repair or revive around him. Rather than be annoyed by the repeated cycle, it just gives him an opportunity to experiment with different killing and destroying methods.]
Hm, how shall I kill you this time? Roast you? Rip you limb from limb? [He held a helpless villager that had revived once more in his claws, pleading to let the cycle end.]
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