(oh. "a perfectly good body," says the killer. a corpse. a fresh one, by the sounds of it. hiruma's stomach rolls, and not in horror at the offer. physically reacting to it is making him sicker than a mouthful of blood sounds right now. is he that fucked up?
as much as he'd like to adhere to his devil-may-care schtick, it's too much.)
You're a problematic bastard, aren't you?
Throw it in the water, I've got more discerning tastes than just accepting any corpse rolled in my direction. I like to handpick. What'd s/he do to you, anyway? Insult your gimp mask?
suit yourself, just don't bitch to me when you turn full skin and bones. let me know when you stop being such a wuss when it comes to eating people.
and stop being jealous just because you've never tasted a devil's hard work. if i was killing people over that then you'd be next, right?
[ He adjusts that mask ever-so-slightly as he hoists himself up – break time is now over. A well-muscled, stitch-ridden arm riddled with scars forces its way beneath the body, heaving it up onto his shoulder like it's nothing at all. Would sure be easier if it were in pieces, though... ]
If I wanna look skeletal, that's my own business; not everyone can pull off an inflatable muscle suit.
Don't insult my intelligence by inferring you need a fucking reason, either. I'd just slow down if I were you, or quit being so overt about it. You don't wanna wind up in the village square in stocks getting stoned to death by a bunch of cat boys.
quit acting like just because you don't know my reason i must not have one. killing just to kill's the opposite of professional.
[ Does he enjoy his work? More often than not. Is he passionate about it? Absolutely. Is he a madman who thinks of nothing but murder and his next job? Y– no, he is not. ]
Yes, I was terribly concerned about the professionalism. You've cleared that up and changed my mind.
(wrt the sewing, though, honestly........)
And actually, kinda? I think it's the glasses. If you told me you were into crocheting I wouldn't pitch much of a fit over that one. What I was—understandably—confused about was why a devil would sew you a mask.
what i understandably didn't understand your confusion over is my skill as a sorcerer, the respect we give devils in return for their patronage, and my fast pass to the front of the line. impress a devil enough and pick the right ingredients for them to work with and you get something really worth its weight.
you still wanna meet up or anything?
[ A message sent after he casually informs a passerby of his "friend's" state of inebriation. He's almost to the water, now, and has made his way through town shockingly unchecked. ]
Like I'd know that without you telling me! Jesus, lucky lucky that pretty well anything's believable to me now. I'd better get with the times, eh? Or behind the times.
Are you up for an excursion? You can explain to me what you mean by "impress."
Contrary to popular belief, humans don't suck the blood of their enemies. They prefer to eat plants and animals. Dropping mushrooms, onions, and fat, juicy steaks at the drop of a hat to become a cannibal isn't exactly going vegan. But you're right, I'm insufferably wimpy.
I'm going to the Wilde to see what's what, are you coming or not? If so, bring a coat.
[ Great, now his mouth is watering. Does this night ever end? It's been at least a full three hours since he's eaten some meat and that's about two hours longer than he likes. ]
where is that a popular belief? you're not a human anymore, that's the point. end of story. you can keep wishing for your good old days or you can get with the times.
bring your own coat, i'm fine. you haven't done anything for me lately.
I got with the times. I drink the kool-aid, I drink animal blood and whatever the hell else satisfies the cravings, but Monsters and Witches have such a weird, mealy texture. Doesn't suit my distinguished palate. Consider the addiction, as well, if I chow down on you magical types.
(raises an eyebrow, amused.)
And who the fuck said I needed you either? You asked if I still wanted to meet up and that's where I'm going. That's the only way we're getting outta this shithole and it's the only way I'm gonna catch a decent meal.
I hope you go into the drink with your dead buddy there and the cold water fixes whatever's wrong with your brain.
i know you're just making a bad joke but have you ever heard of a strainer? if you push the flesh down hard enough you should get some pretty smooth blood out of it. put a filter down first, don't be afraid to get pulpy with it.
anyway whatever i can be out of town pretty quick, but it doesn't help me if you don't tell me where you want to meet up.
(stares at this text message, wondering why his mouth decides now's the best time for it to water with anticoagulant. ignores 60% of it.)
Next you'll tell me to invest in some cheese cloth and squeeze all the juice out of their organs. Don't you have your own advice to take with figuring out how to be useful as a Witch?
That's as good a place to start as any, so I'll meet you there. I've been near the Bright Wall for the better part of the night, and it shouldn't be 10-15 minutes on my end. Ciao.
(sure enough, the spindly vampire will be getting his lean on at the edge of the farm's field. resting against a picket fence that's been weathered and worn down by age and neglect, hiruma sights down the scope of his m4 to check the distant tree line.)
You're a pillar of my existence, however will I go on without you.
(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.
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as much as he'd like to adhere to his devil-may-care schtick, it's too much.)
You're a problematic bastard, aren't you?
Throw it in the water, I've got more discerning tastes than just accepting any corpse rolled in my direction. I like to handpick. What'd s/he do to you, anyway? Insult your gimp mask?
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and stop being jealous just because you've never tasted a devil's hard work. if i was killing people over that then you'd be next, right?
[ He adjusts that mask ever-so-slightly as he hoists himself up – break time is now over. A well-muscled, stitch-ridden arm riddled with scars forces its way beneath the body, heaving it up onto his shoulder like it's nothing at all. Would sure be easier if it were in pieces, though... ]
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Don't insult my intelligence by inferring you need a fucking reason, either. I'd just slow down if I were you, or quit being so overt about it. You don't wanna wind up in the village square in stocks getting stoned to death by a bunch of cat boys.
You saying a devil made that for you?
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quit acting like just because you don't know my reason i must not have one. killing just to kill's the opposite of professional.
[ Does he enjoy his work? More often than not. Is he passionate about it? Absolutely. Is he a madman who thinks of nothing but murder and his next job? Y– no, he is not. ]
do i look like i sew?
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(wrt the sewing, though, honestly........)
And actually, kinda? I think it's the glasses. If you told me you were into crocheting I wouldn't pitch much of a fit over that one. What I was—understandably—confused about was why a devil would sew you a mask.
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what i understandably didn't understand your confusion over is my skill as a sorcerer, the respect we give devils in return for their patronage, and my fast pass to the front of the line. impress a devil enough and pick the right ingredients for them to work with and you get something really worth its weight.
you still wanna meet up or anything?
[ A message sent after he casually informs a passerby of his "friend's" state of inebriation. He's almost to the water, now, and has made his way through town shockingly unchecked. ]
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Are you up for an excursion? You can explain to me what you mean by "impress."
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[ GoodBYE, body, into the depths you go. ]
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I'm going to the Wilde to see what's what, are you coming or not? If so, bring a coat.
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where is that a popular belief? you're not a human anymore, that's the point. end of story. you can keep wishing for your good old days or you can get with the times.
bring your own coat, i'm fine. you haven't done anything for me lately.
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I got with the times. I drink the kool-aid, I drink animal blood and whatever the hell else satisfies the cravings, but Monsters and Witches have such a weird, mealy texture. Doesn't suit my distinguished palate. Consider the addiction, as well, if I chow down on you magical types.
(raises an eyebrow, amused.)
And who the fuck said I needed you either? You asked if I still wanted to meet up and that's where I'm going. That's the only way we're getting outta this shithole and it's the only way I'm gonna catch a decent meal.
I hope you go into the drink with your dead buddy there and the cold water fixes whatever's wrong with your brain.
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anyway whatever i can be out of town pretty quick, but it doesn't help me if you don't tell me where you want to meet up.
north exit? out by the old farm?
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Next you'll tell me to invest in some cheese cloth and squeeze all the juice out of their organs. Don't you have your own advice to take with figuring out how to be useful as a Witch?
That's as good a place to start as any, so I'll meet you there. I've been near the Bright Wall for the better part of the night, and it shouldn't be 10-15 minutes on my end. Ciao.
(sure enough, the spindly vampire will be getting his lean on at the edge of the farm's field. resting against a picket fence that's been weathered and worn down by age and neglect, hiruma sights down the scope of his m4 to check the distant tree line.)
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should take me about 30 minutes, i'm not even remotely close by. [ LOLLL ]
find a way to entertain yourself, or don't. i'll hurry.
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(slaps the fucking watch back on his wrist, settling in with another lift of the gun.
nothing moving, nothing all that sinister about it. it's getting colder the closer he ventures to the backwards land beyond the city limits, but that's where the coat'll come in handy. it's all he could find—a peacoat with a fluffy fur collar, wound up tight with a scarf. with deep pockets, he can store whatever they find.
glancing back at the farmhouse, black, broken windows are charred up the frame. a fire?)
Someone hit this place already. Doesn't look recent, though.
Are you fucking crawling here??
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Meandering with intent to take advantage of a lack of pressing need to hurry in his otherwise chaotic life? Perhaps. The city itself bears striking similarities to the realm of sorcerers with its architecture, so much so that he'd almost thought himself still in his home when he arrived within the wall's limits. Nostalgia isn't something that he'd allow himself to give way to under any other circumstance but he does at least still find himself wondering about his comrades, superimposing their images onto the scene of Aefenglom as he travels.
Noi... They'd failed to complete the renewal of their partnership on Blue Night; is everyone right when they say time won't pass in other worlds while he's here? They better damn well be, he thinks combatively, thumbing that mask up to finally peel it off. ]
take it easy, theres a million ways for you to pass the time that don't involve getting yourself into trouble with bandits or devils or infected zombies.
if you get turned and come after me i'll make your death quick at least.