oocFirst I want to apologize for taking a week longer than I had suspected. I had alot to finish this job for work and it interferred with my free time. Anyways here is the post. It is very long and towards the end I need to wrap up quickly. I dont mean to bore you guys but I wanted to RP the effects of pulp out!The pulps effects hit Mok like a tidal wave of soft sand. It came fast though. The sensation spread from the deep insides of his brain and reverberated it out quickly. It filled his face, ears, and neck with instant and pure relaxation. This flushed his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth of all worry and doubt. It turreted down his shoulders, arms, and fingers. It swirled down his torso and all his insides. His heart skipped a beat as the wave squeezed through every single corner of his lunge was whirled with the orange juices of happiness. His stomach and insides all squished in delight as purple ooze squirted through them. The mystic torrential flood swept through his going, then down his legs. His knees buckled and finally the water came splashing down at his feet: pure aromatic exsisty; a full body orgasm.
Leaning back, the myrian looked up at the ceiling and immediately fell over in his chair. Then he began to sink. The ceiling got further and further away and Mok felt like he was slowly falling, slowly melting into the wooden floor of the tavern. It was great. The walls around him were rising like big black shadowed obelisks. Mok was falling into his own hard black grave. He couldn't think though for his whole body was filled with extreme delight. He worried of nothing else. His whole mind was a blank slate right now, focused only on the peer joy and ecstasy of pulp.
Mok's breathing was shallow now and the light was dim and blurry. All the noise, all the pollution of Sunberth began to drown away. He felt so good. The flowing energy in his body was perfect. It was amazing enough to justify his death. It was absolutely wonderful. Pulp was amazing. The dose was amazing.
Vomit erupted from his stomach within only a minute after injecting the pulp, but wasn't like drunken throw up; this felt good. It was like all the toxins were leaving his body all at once. This brought Mok out of darkness and back into reality, or rather the new reality that was now created in his mind.
Mok's eyes blared open and a flood of colors and lights entered his mind. Everything was different now. He was still in Mizahar; he was still in the upstairs’ balcony. But it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same. Everything had changed. He was in a surreal world now. Mok embraced it though. He cared not, it felt too good. His body felt warm and ripe with feeling of pleasure.
The whole room was glowing now. The four walls caught Mok's eyes first; they were bleeding. Huge pockets of puss began to form as whelps under the wall. The wall was alive. It was diseased skin. Rotting, gross, deadly skin. Looking towards the ceiling, the myrian witnessed an acrylic yellow puss dripped from the living wound. It was scabbing badly and terribly infected. It was everywhere! Ever last inch of the walls and ceilings were covered in open wounds and the ceiling was oily, bloody mess. Below his feet the floor was a solid firm surface. Mok didn't notice it at first, but it was in fact an old dried up scar.
Mok had no time to think though; his eyes darted towards his comrades who look fairly similar. He always recognized his team mates and friends. Each of them had some variations though. Zandelia's hair was green and her skin was purple. Mok liked it, but she still seemed all depressed. Even her shades of green and purple were sad and not at all happy. There was something mysterious about Zandelia though. She was the dark silhouette version of herself. A living shadow if you will. From now on, Mok would be the first to admit that the woman had a strange and dark beauty behind her deceiving scars. A true Sunberthian she was.
Suddenly Cade yelled in outrage, drawing Mok attention away from Zand. Looking over his shoulder the half-blood was shocked to see what Cade looked like. He was a big baby! A six and a half foot tall, fat, laughing, baby. He was a giant baby with a giant temper. Even though the baby was all cute and innocent looking it was still Cade though. Although it was literally a baby moving and talking in front of him, he could tell it was Cade though, because of the hair and facial expressions.
The crimson lieutenant burst into laughter at the sight of Cade as a baby. The next part made him crack up even more. Once his cousin slashed his slut, Mok was roaring. It was sorry petching hilarious to see a giant toddler wave a long sword around like no one's business. It was so real too. It was insane.
Tears began to roll into Mok's eyes and the myrian reached over towards Lessira for comfort. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, Mok tried to stop laughing long enough to say something. It took his seconds, but finally he delivered to her the important message,
"Lessira, you gotta try this. PFGHTTTHAHAHAHAHA!" Once the myrian laid eyes on Lessira he erupted into greater laughter for some unknown reason. The celestial being was glowing brightly in the room. Mok was dumbfounded at the fact that he had not noticed it before. But not matter what, he could not stop laughing and laughing. She got brighter and brighter, like the hottest star in the sky. Soon it began to hurt and Mok laughed no more. That solved the problem immediately.
Mok tried to talk to Lessira,
"Your a star Lessira, your a star-" At that moment a huge drop of the yellow acid hit Mok right dead center on the top of his head. Mok's first reaction was one of pain, but after a moment there was none of that. His body was too numb. The puss started to leak down his face and eyes and neck. It was disgusting. Looking around for something to wipe his head, the myrian noticed that the cieling was raining vile puss and acid. The other people in the room were getting affected completely differently than Mok though. They were getting hit hard and fast and they were scared.
Next, his giant baby of a cousin stood up and made some orders. It was decided that the group move out of the room. It was part of Mok's instinct to serve and help the crimson. Taking his sword in hand, Mok grabbed Lessira's hand and pulled her with him. He did not want to leave her behind to get drowned by the acid puss. Mok usually never forced people to do anything, but this was different. Lessira might have taken too much pulp and wouldn't be in her right mind.
Mok made it out of the room alive, but he was hit with a few drops of the blood none the less. The myrian’s plan was simple at this point: follow Cade.
Red = Myrian
Bold = Common