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there it was. bloodclan. full of the impure scoundrels he would have to purify. the male narrowed his white coloured optics, which were covered by his black baseball cap. this place would be tough to purify, with his age and body size it'd be no doubt that he'd be crushed easily. but he would not sway from his mission, his purpose. he would have to try.

but he was tired. for... some reason. mentally exhuasted? physically exhausted? he couldn't really tell, every part of his body burned. the batter wondered why he never noticed that until now. looking away from the territory, the child dragged his bloodied baseball bat with him and sat under one of the trees. he decided that he would rest for now. a little rest couldn't hurt, right?

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...he sensed someone. opening one of his eyes, he slowly got up and his grip on the bat tightened a little. that was a habit of his, unfortunately. whenever he was feeling uneasy or lying, his grip on his bat would tighten just a little. that was the fun fact of the day, folks. stay tuned for more. gazing around a bit, his eyes eventually caught the body of another. hm. it appeared to be... female. a tigress. she looked bizarre, and she looked like she had something on her face. nevertheless, even if she was a bloodclanner or not, he would have to purify her anyways. it would've happened eventually, after all. so the batter got ready to fight, raising his bat and got ready to attack if she would pounce first.

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it was true that could not be searched for information. after all, he was as blank as a white piece of paper. that's what he thought of himself, anyways. ...now to forget about that thought and never let it resurface. emotions were vulnerabilities, he will have none of it. narrowing his eyes, it seemed that she did not seem that impure compared to the rest. she radiated the aura of a goddess, and it seemed that she had many powers. it would have been foolish of him to purify her now, he needed to wait until he was stronger and older. if that would ever happen to someone like him anyways. after a long while, the male lowered his bat, signalling that he wasn't going to fight her. yet, anyways. she could be... useful. maybe like a guide of sorts. yes.

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"I come from nowhere." he said bluntly, his voice empty and hollow as if he didn't even own the words he said. after all, he was a puppet. a marionette or sorts. this is actually quite canon, he couldn't do anything independently and always relied on a 'puppeteer' to make his desicions for him. but this puppet has cut the strings which bound him to his creator. as she asked about his purpose, he stated it like he always did. "I have a sacred mission to fulfil. I must purify the world."

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/YES I LOVE THE IDEA!!
/but unfortunately [i hope i don't sound rude so sorry] Batter would have a different creator
/bc
/well
/plot reasons HE'S GOING TO PURIFY HIS CREATOR FOR MAKING HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE

"I know my... creator." he replied, speaking the word 'creator' with a hint of subtle anger. he was created by a mad child god, used as a disposable being and being thrown away like a broken toy. he hated it. he hated him. but nonetheless, he kept his stoical expression. emotions were vulnerabilities, as said before. "No, I was not." he replied her other question. "I was told about it."

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/sWEET
/i consider you one of my best friends too!!!
/funny how we met not that long ago heheh

"I..." he then realised his voice was trembling just a bit. why was he so weak? he couldn't answer those questions. it wasn't because he didn't want to, he really didn't know. who was he? what was he? why... why doesn't he know this? this... this should be something he should know. common sense. everyone knows who they are. he is the batter. his mission is to purify, he had to remember that. pushing those thoughts away, he replied her with the same matter-of-fact tone. "I am the Batter. I am a purifier."

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the batter gave a small nod. looks like another 'creation'. yes, that was what he was calling those who were created and not born. it was better than 'experiments', to be honest. unfortunately he didn't remember anything on how he was made, he only remembered feeling cold, and a voice gave him his name and purpose, and he awoke in a field of flowers. the feeling he had when his body was formed was truly the worst feeling he'd ever experienced in a while. that was 5 months ago, and yet it still seemed so long ago. time flies fast when you're a purifier. "How do you know you were created for a reason?" that wasn't meant to be a mean remark, it was genuine curiosity. it must be nice knowing you had a reason to be alive, other than just being something disposable.

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[[ ah, i see cx
pun maybe intended ]]

and she was right, he had no idea what that meant but he wasn't going to question it. he didn't question a lot of things. and if he did, he'd just sweep those thoughts under the carpet like he always did. can't fight programming. nodding a little, the child decided that it was probably time to make his leave. the batter picked up his bloodied bat once more and gazed to bloodclan. he would probably need to take the time to study them, learn their quirks, weaknesses, strengths. then he could make his move. that sounded like a tedious job he wouldn't enjoy doing, but they aren't gonna purify themselves.

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weak. filthy. impure. that's what they were, the arcanists. the batter kept his stoical expression as he sneaked in at the dead of night, making almost no sound. the cat-like creature narrowed his eyes, before gazing around a bit. finding some some of the impure rats [well, the npcs], he quietly stalked up to them and he lifted his bloodied bat. and smash! the npc was purified with his head smashed to bits. that was one down. he then began to purify some more. and another. and another. and another.

by the time he was done, his pure white pelt was covered and stained with blood, his bat was dripping with the crimson liquid and his cap too. he had purified a lot of them, that's for sure. maybe like, 10. or 15. he didn't keep track. he didn't need to. deciding that his work was done for now, the child walked out of the arcane territory, all while wearing the same stoical expression he had when he came in as the sun began to rise.

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/i feel you on this it happens to me quite a lot actually lmao
/bad batter now you made akshi sad

huh. well he had nothing better to do, and he felt that if he walked any longer the bandages on his legs would just get tighter. that happened sometimes, don't ask why. "Okay." he replied bluntly, sitting down once more.

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"Alone." which sucked. it took a long while for him to get used to walking and other mortal things before he could start purifying. like that one time he forgot to eat for 5 days because he didn't know he needed to and almost died. he sort of did the same with sleep and being hydrated. sleeping was not a great experience when you're taunted constantly by the people you killed.

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that was strange. but he wasn't confused at all, he's heard stranger. way stranger. don't ask why. the batter looked at the ground for a moment, as if thinking but when he lifted his head again he still was silent. he had nothing to say, really. what was there to say? he wasn't very talkative, as you could tell. but he somewhat acknowledged what akshi said with a nod.

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/callie doesn't need to tear out batter's ass

/he already doesN'T HAVE ONE-

/shot

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well, he was here. the batter looked upon the area, keeping his stoical expression as he huffed and sneaked into the camp. it was the dead of night, no sensible person would be up this late. unless they were like him, of course.

the cat-like creature sneaked up to a few npcs and purified killed them before they woke up or screamed. he did the same with all of the rest, and just purified whoever he saw with his bat. a lot of tome passed before he finally left the tribe, covered in blood and dragging his equally blood stained bat with him. he had killed... 16 npcs if he couted right. sure, most of them had been smashed repeatedly with a bat, leaving brusies and dent marks all over their bodies. but the strangest thing was, one or two of the corpses had giant bite marks and one of them was torn in half.

no bat could have done that. no one the batter's size could have done that. how strange.

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[[ i'm running out of creative ways to say 'mass npc murder'
tw: violence, murder, gore
so yeah ]]

well, here he was. he was just done with purifying some npcs from the tribe of fleeting winds and the arcane, and this was probably the first place he could think of to go next. keeping his stoical expression like always, the 5 month old sneaked into the fallen in the dead of night. he assumed, like always, that most of the members would be asleep. unless they were insomniacs like he was.

the batter looked around for a moment, before spotting a few of some impure scoundrels [well, said npcs]. the child, making almost no sound, lifted his bat and purified killed one of them before they awoke and screamed. looking for more people, he purified each and every one of them before he got tired and left. in total, he got 14 of them. a little lesser than how many purified in the arcane and tofw. but nonetheless, adversaries purified.

wearing the bloodstains on his body and on his bat as a trophy of sorts, the batter left as the sun rose. the npcs of course, had been smashed repeatedly with a bat, resulting in dents on their bodies and their heads smashed to bits. the most peculiar thing was, some of the ones purified had bore giant teeth marks and sometimes their bodies ripped in half or they were heavily mutilated. how strange indeed, as obviously batter was too small to cause that kind of damage.

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[[ tw: violence, murder, gore maybe
just take caution in reading this i don't wanna trigger anyone ok ]]

this was his next stop. batter rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as he surveyed the area. he was tired. well, of course he was. he was out every night killing npcs from every single clan. it was quite a messy job and it was a pain to keep his pelt clean and pure. he didn't really bother to clean up his bat, the bloodstains were like trophies.

sneaking in, he hoped that no one was awake at the moment. it was the dead of night, surely everyone must be asleep by now. sneaking up upon the tiny fragile body of an npc child, he lifted up his bat and purified killed the impure creature before it woke up or alerted everyone else. he did the same with all the npcs, and every single one of them died in their sleep. well, maybe one or two of them had to be choked to death because they woke up. they were too noisy.

grumbling to himself as he exited the tribe, the sun began to rise and light shone on his now bloodstained pelt. most of the people that he purified were smashed repeatedly with his bat, so it'd be natural that they'd have dents on their bodies or that their mouths would be leaking blood. the peculiar thing was, 4 or 5 out of the 15 he killed bore giant teeth marks and had their limbs and other appendages severed and torn off. obviously the batter wasn't big enough to do that, and obviously no bat could have done that.

how strange.

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he was back. he didn't know why, but here he was. the child sat, leaning against a wall of an abandoned building that looked like it belonged in a dystopian city. the batter was tired, to be honest. he didn't even sleep ever since he was created and awoke in this sh*thole of a planet. why? he had a very good reason. just imagine an annoying person on facebook trying to initiate a poke war with you. now, take that person and multiply them by 93. it got annoying fast. they kept pestering him and wouldn't leave him alone.

sitting quietly as he polished his bat, the bloodstains stayed on the metal bat. it was like a trophy of sorts, an indicator that he was a murderer. of course, he wasn't bothered about it. he didn't even know moral values and what not to do in the first place, murder was just fine to him.

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he was hungry. like, really f*cking hungry. but batter couldn't change into that form now, it did messed up things to his head. he'd been experiencing more hallucinations than usual and he deduced that it was because he'd been abusing turning into the 'bad batteur'. that was a nickname for that form, a large monster with a bloodlust and need to eat others. it was fun, he couldn't lie. he got carried away sometimes but eh.

sneaking back into the arcane at the dead of night,nthe batter wasn't here to purify. he just needed to get a feel of the territory. his metal bat left a small trail of blood as he roamed the area. what a trespasser.

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the batter, however, was wiping the blood from his mouth. the npc he just purified put up quite a fight and gave him multiple bruises and a black eye. the child fixed his cap back on and stood up, wiping the blood off his body before looking around. let's see. next target. ...there. that guy by a lake.

sneaking up from behind him, batter aimed to hit louie as hard as he could on the head with his metal bat, if it succeeded it should be able to knock him out.

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/:^)
/he prefers the term 'purifier'

the child got hit, but kelt his stoical expression as he aimed to land another blow at louie, on his torso this time.

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