Post by Darkness on Mar 3, 2006 18:06:47 GMT -5
Akima (goddess_of_damnnation) joined the room
Vermillion: *the door to the tavern swings open with a loud bang as wood strikes wood and the figure enters. His crimson cape billows behind him in the wind as his battered armor gleams in the dim-light of the tavern, revelaling it's details. The armor is a dull grey full-plate, run with dents and cracks from the many battles it has seen, the shoulder plates inlaid with dragons teeth. HIs helm covers all but his jaw, shaped in the manner of a dragons head glaring menacingly. Across his back rests a large ornate sword, the hilt carved in a manner to represent dragon scales, and the symol of two intertwining dragons engraved in the steel*
Mal: The complexe of the hospital's asylum floor never comforted Miyaichi as he rocked back and forth within the corner, his arms binded in a straight jacket. Voices resounded in his ears causing him great distress until they all stopped at the same time and the most powerful voice of them all came to Miyaichi's side. 'It is time,' was all the voice sad and Miy stood from the corner of the white room and stared at the door before parting his lips to speak, "It is my time now guard," the voice of the teen was cold and his emerald eyes stared directly at the face of the guard behind the door. Taking a step towards the door, his lips curled into a smirk before he fell to the ground and began to shake violently. Scared for the patient, the guard immediatly opened the door and rushed to Miy's side~>
Cpt. Sal: (heheh...oops then, sorry I just get mistaken for a man so much I kinda presumed...nvm...)
Mal: ~he made his way towards the door to make his escape of the asylum and be back with the other people...his prey...his food. Entering the white halls, he used his foot to close his room door to give him time to escape. The sound of footsteps reverberated through the hall, but they were not his own so quickly, Miy dodged into a supply room and held his breath waiting for the footsteps to either get closer or farther away. The footsteps grew louder and soon a voice beat in his head, 'NOW!' it ordered and Miy lept from the supply room and latched his legs around the woman that was giving out the meals to the patients. Baring his teeth, he dropped his mouth over her eye and lapped his tongue over the juicy eyeball before bitting hard into her skin and tearing the eye out of its socket.~>
SGT Bromley directs Sal's attention back to the previous statement of where she was addressing Darkness.
Mal: ~Screams filled the air at this and Miy slowly started to panic before the voice gave another order and as normal, Miy obeyed and shot for the woman's neck tearing deep into her. Feasting greedily upon the woman's neck to silence her screams, Miy quickly found himself in a puddle of blood on the floor and lept to his feet. Searching down the halls, he wipped the blood off on the straight jacket before the alarm set off causing him to run towards the window at the end of the hall. Determined, he didn't care what was out there or how far down it was as he turned his shoulder to face the window and jumped into it crashing through the glass and wood making up the window itself. With glass surrounding his fall, he watched as the nearby building got closer to his figure. He got ready to~>
Mal: ~embrace the fall and rolled onto his back quickly getting back to his feet. Stopping, he looks back at the hospital, staring at the broken window already knowing some glass had cut him open in various places and he would need to find someone to help him. Turning away, he ran along the building and lept to the next one where he began to search about the area, looking for something to free him from the jacket. Feeling something in his shoulder, he turned his head and found a piece of glass and bite it out and found a crack within a chimnee nearby and lodged it within. Turning his back to the glass, he began to saw through his bindings until finally, almost like twenty or so minutes later, he broke free and removed the jacket from his body. Now only in a pair of pants, Miy went to the edge~>
Mal: ~to check on him before his hand reached for the radio upon his belt. At that same moment, Miy stopped shaking and grinned at the man before lashing out baring his teeth and grasping them around the man's tongue. Grinding his teeth deep into the guard's tongue, he slowly bit it off letting the blood drool over his lips and cheek to stain his tanned skin. With the tongue in his mouth, he ate it as he twirled in his place to wrap his legs around the guard's neck. With the tilt of his head, Miy gave a quick twist of his thighs causing a loud crack within the guard's neck before letting him drop to the ground. Rolling backwards to his feet, he easily stood straight up and stared at the open doorway with a sadistic smile over his blood stained lips. Coursing his tongue to collect the blood,~>
Mal: ~of the building, already knowing that people would be searching for him and perhaps making fliers to catch his ass again. He could see it already, the fliers stating a crazy teen broke out of the hospital and warnings about how he is a natural born killer...but he wasn't that bad...he never killed anyone younger than him. Dropping between the buildings, he used the walls to slow his progress and let go close to the ground landing perfectly. Once again the voice spoke to Miy, 'We need to find more people...we must turn them...My Angel of Darkness, you must seek out more and turn them to our side...make them hear us!"~|
Darkness Humming, she pushed the back door of the tavern and slipped out of the back door. Wandered around, her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her knife. There was nothing interesting in there that she could find. She'd stared at the paintings until she could walk around blindfolded and tell you which painting was where, what was in the painting, and the name of the damn painting to boot. That, and there wasn't anybody in the tavern that she wanted to bother with. Eventually she came to the alleyway between the tavern and the rundown building next to it. Paused in the entry of the alley, her eyes that could see in the dark focusing on the huddled figure that seemed desperate to avoid attention at all costs. Normally she didn't talk to peoplle, but.. Well, he seemed like he knew a thing. <C>
Darkness Or two about the hardships of life, even if he did seem to be a bit of a nutter.. Maybe they could exchange tips on killing as well. It would be an interesting conversation, that was to be sure. Pausing, her fingers wrapping even tighter around the handle of her knife, eyeing the figure again. "Hello? Do you need some help? Orrrrrrr.." Her voice growing in excitement. "Do you need victims? There's a tavern full of 'em to kill, if you wanna follow me."
Mal: Hearing a voice linger into the air, but knowing it was not one within his mind, he perked and stared over his shoulder. Examining the odd woman that stood behind him, donned in clothing unlike his own. Than again, he just escaped the asylum and only had his white pants on still since he had ridden himself of the straight jacket. Tilting his head every so slowly at the woman as she spoke of victims, he let the voices within his own mind curl around his thought process. Standing up straight, a grin played along his lips showing off the blood stained teeth beyond the stained lips, "Victims," he mused softly and shook his head slowly, "Nah, victims always find me." Letting his legs carry him closer to the woman, he began to notice the knife she held tightly in her hand and smirked softly,~>
Mal ~"Slice of one and I'll have two. Attack from the back, and I'll have you. The night holds an attraction, but it holds a mystery. You come seeking excitment, when you only find insanity. Ask me once, ask me twice. I'll tell you all about my vice. Death is sweet, flesh is tough. Just don't think you're out of the rough." Stopping himself within the alley, just a few more steps and he'd be directly in front of her. For the time being, he'd let her sweat, he'd let her give a reaction to his twisted words that flow from his twisted mind, perhaps than he'd have some fun...~|
Darkness Smirked, her dark eyes watching him. Her skin was pale and her hair hanging around her face seemed to make her as visable to him, as his white pants made him visable to hers. But he seemed much more fun, more interesting than the morons in the tavern had. He just knew. He knew how things could be. And though he was out of his mind, and had probably had a lot of pushes there, he had some sense of himself left. Or, at least, that's the impression that she was getting from him. Shrugging her shoulders, her knuckles white from holding the knife as tight as she was. No, she wasn't afraid of him. She didn't see any reason why she should be. She could defend herself, as he could. Tilting her head as he came closer to her, motioning with her finger. Lowering her voice, her eyes. <C>
Darkness "Wanna have some fun?" Whispering it, her head cocked to one side. Her eyes never left him. Every move that he did, she was well aware of. And if a problem arouse, she could fight with the best of them. And it was just as dangerous to assume that just because he was creepy that she was going to get attacked. Assuming was what had gotten her killed in the first place. She'd assumed that though her husband had hit her, that he would never cross that fine red line and actually kill her.. Well, he had, and now here she was. Hoping that she would get a killing buddy to have some fun with. Maybe his other personalities would pop up (If he had them) and join in on the fun too? Here's to hopin'.
Mal Her words spoke of fun and the ability to having such a thing, almost as if they could hold onto it and treasure it like an object. Perhaps this fun would be worth a look, see what it was about and perhaps even hold it within his grasp for a while before he'd do anything more. Letting his lips curl more into a smile instead of a grin, he nodded to her proposal, "Yes, fun of the night, wickedness within the brain of two. Let us grasp this fun by the neck and throttle it until the night fades to day and the sun rises across the world and banishes the darkness back into their corners only to wait for it to fade once again over the horizon of the world," he mused in a dark tone. Tilting his head, he let his eyes fall to her knife and smiled softly as his eyes went up to her face, "A~>
Mal: ~weapon, inevitably suspected by the living to use a weapon of the norm. But either way, let us terrorize the tavern, spread fear into their hearts only to tear their heart free from the prison it is kept within." Smiling at her, he walked around her and made his way towards the back entrance of the tavern, not even daring to pick up a weapon of any type as he pushed in through the back and made his way inside. Letting his eyes stare at the creatures wtihin the confines of the walls, a smirk slowly crossed over his lips and he slide up onto the bar and let his butt rest there. Letting the bartender have a fit and complain about it, Miy would merely watch the crowd, waiting for the time to strike, which would be when he was ready, when the voice told him it was time.~|
Darkness Grinning at him, her eyes glittered. She had a killing buddy! Somebody to understand her. Maybe even somebody to tear apart another human being with her, and to watch as that person bled to death, or as they were tortured. There were just so many things that they could do! She nodded and followed him into the tavern through means of the back door, walking beside him and climbing onto the stool next to him, her long black skirt covering her legs completely, and covering most of her boots, that were also black. Much like her hair. Her eyes wandered over the patrons, and then flicked to the tender who was telling them off for sitting at the front of the tavern, with the 'normal' people. Glancing at Miya from the corner of her eye, winking a little. She defiently wanted the tender to die. <C>
Darkness That much had been made obvious in the wink. Miya seemed to be a possible friend. Her mind was almost in the same frame as his, though she hadn't resorted to different personalities and talking to herself all of the time. But they both loved to kill, and you know.. they could build on that. She nodded to Miya and turned her back on the tender, scouting out the room. Waiting for the right prey to come along. If Miya saw somebody that would be good for killing first, then she'd probably go along with that person. It didn't matter to her, as long as she had a friend that didn't get sick over the sight of a dead body. It wasn't that big of a deal, in her mind. So why should it be to everybody else's? Cracking her knuckles, she sat there, patiently waiting. It must be nice to live like them.
Mal Noticing the wink from his new 'friend', he smirked slightly and brought his attention around to the bartender. Tilting his head, Miy gave a smirk, "Do you hold the sweetness of death within your establishment, good sir?" The tender gave Miy an odd look with his question and Miy perked a brow, "I guess not...than perhaps you will now," he mused as he spun around on the bar top and let his foot come around to the tender's neck and press into it letting his toenails dig into his skin. Using his hands as props, he lifted his body into the air and pressed his foot harder into the tender's throat while just than, his left hand reached over to grab a random wine bottle and smash it over the head of one of the patrons that were making their way towards Miy to stop him. Turning his body over,~>
Mal ~he retreated his foot for a brief second from the tender's throat only to thrust it back and send his heel into the tender's neck letting it break a few bones that caused the tender to start choking. Sliding down behind the bar, Miy grabbed the shotgun that laid behind there and brought it up only to unload a single round into the head of one of the patrons. As pieces of the patron's head splattered within the tavern, Miy's shoulder holding the gun was in pain from the recoil and the shotgun lay at his side as he rolled his hurting shoulder. Grabbing another wine bottle from behind the counter, he merely smashed it upon the bar top than grabbed the lighter that was within the tender's pocket and lit the wine, letting the fire burn up the wood. Making his way around the bar that was~>
Mal ~now on fire, he brought the butt of the shotgun up into the nose of a retreating patron that wanted to use the back door and let them flail onto their ass while their nose bled.~|
Darkness Laughed and clapped her hands together, obviously delighted at the tender's abuse and sure death, along with the shards of glass that were now scattered around their stools. And the more violent that Miya got, the more delighted Darkness seemed to get. She loved seeing other people suffer. Lord knows that she'd done enough of it when she'd been married to that bastard all of those years. She had put her faith into somebody that was obviously obsessed with her, and had trusted in Providence that he would never cross that thin line that he had crossed, by drowning her in the lake behind their home. So whatever faith or belief she had had that everything would work out, had gone straight into the water with her, and died with her. But then again, she'd gotten her revenge. <C>
Darkness He was dead after all. Bringing herself back to the present time as the tender was literally choked on his own bones, laughing again, kicking her feet back and forth as she laughed and took delight in somebody else's pain and sadness. A few people's pain and sadness by now. She'd lost count of how many people Miya had either hit, kicked, or broken the bones of. But it was all in good fun, of course. So she could laugh and clap to her hearts content. Sticking her boot out as a woman tried to pass them by and go to the other end of the tavern. And the way that the woman was tripped, she was tripped face-first into the fire that Miya had started on the bar. Screaming as her hair caught on flame and the flames licked her face. The fire wouldn't hurt Darkness, so she happily held <C>
Darkness The woman's face in the flames and made her burn there. Letting her go when the hair was singed off her skull, and most of the skin on her face had started to burn off, too. Shrugging her shoulders at Miya, "She should've said excuse me." Going into a fit of giggles at her own little joke.
Mal Smirking softly at Darkness's words, he nodded and noticed almost everyone had escaped from the tavern, but a few were still running away. Cocking the shotgun, he brought it up and let a round off and the pelts drove into peoples backs, legs, arms, and heads, rendering most useless or at least dead in a matter of time. Hearing the choking of the tender still, Miy smirked and made his way back around the bar, the flames seeming to stay where they were started and Miy cocked the shotgun once more and set the barrel against the tender's knee, "Little fly, trapped in the web of spiders, tell me your story, tell me your death. Give me a reason to let you become Beth," he tilted his head as the tender choked an answer at him, "Have a nice day than, little fly," he mused than pulled the~>
Mal ~trigger back letting the slug literally rip the tender's knee apart causing the rest of his leg to bounce around in the back as blood spewed up into Miy's face, body, and even some onto his white pants. Tossing the shotgun into the fire, he looked over at his new friend, "This scene is corrupted, another will be needed," he mused than grabbed another wine bottle and ripped off the top and also a piece of the tender's cloths only to stuff it into the bottle. Lighting the cloth aflame, he set it sideways beside the rest of the wine and smiled at the tender, "We'll let the flames cleanse you, lil' fly." Now that the place was basically rigged to blow, Miy used the same entrance he used to get in to now escape the carnage he had managed to create in a matter of seconds.~|
Darkness Giggled louder, if that was possible. Clapped her hands a lot harder together, until her hands stung. (Which was saying something, because she didn't feel anything unless she wished it) "More, Miy, more!" Her giggles, rather insane giggles, filling the room. So what if they were both insane? They were both having a damn good time, and were enjoying eachother's company. She thought of Miya as a friend now, even if he didn't think of her as the same. At least now she knew he was somebody that she could trust, and that knew what a good time relaly was. It was death and destruction, cruelness and pain. If people had treated them this way, why couldn't they return the favor? Fair is fair, after all. And that was fair in hers, and evidently Miya's, book. Getting up, following him. <C>
Darkness Towards the back door that they had come into the tavern from, skipping down the hallway behind him. "Wanna do it some more, or you wanna call it a night?" Leaving it up to him. She could probably go on 'til the sun came up, and then she would hide. The sun wasn't her friend. It kind of hurt her eyes, though not very much.. And she found that she didn't like the sun very much anymore. It had betrayed her, as had everything else she had held dear. Except for water.. She would always love that. Stopping outside of the back door with Miya, giving a gentle shrug of her shoulders. "They had it comin', though. So they can't really blame us for that. The tender started it, at the very least. Giving us cheek because we're not 'normal' people." Snorting in disgust.
Mal Giggling at Darkness's words, he turned to look at her just as she commented on the normal people thing. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped but was quickly put into action as there was a rather large crackle inside the tavern, mostly caused by the cocktail bursting into flames and turning the entire place into a fire house, but the crackle was quickly followed by gargled screams from the tender, "Normal?! -We- are normal! Tis they that are not, they are the ones that do not fit the standards, tis they that hide behind their 'sanity', tis they that try to make themselves seem normal in their standards. In the end, they lie to themselves and all those around them while you and I stay true to ourselves, -we- are more normal than what sanity could ever give others. We know the truth,~>
Mal ~they know the lies," he mused with a quick and slightly irratated tongue. Going back to his slightly cheerful self in matter of seconds though, he smiled at her, "Food would be nice," he nodded to himself than looked around in the alleyway and bit his lower lip. Picking a way, he scooted himself along, knowing Darkness would soon to follow behind him. Coming upon a resturant, Miy smirked and pushed into the back door going right into the kitchen without a seconds thought. Approaching one of the chefs, he tapped on his shoulder and the moment he turned around, Miy's left hand wrapped tightly around his neck, "This will hurt," he mused than launched his face forward into the chef's cheek letting his teeth tear into it...~|
Darkness Well, he was right. They were the ones that weren't normal and that should be treated like Darkness and Miya had. It simply wasn't fair. They could come into the tavern, but they couldn't sit in the front with everyone else. Because they weren't 'normal' to everyone else. Well, they weren't different. They were the normal ones. Nodding solemly to Miya, she grinned at him and allowed herself a giggle. She didn't really need to eat. That is, she didn't need to eat human food or human flesh to survive. She would simply.. continue to carry on. She was undead, after all. Cracking her knuckles, she did as Miya expected her to do, she followed him out of the alleyway, down a little ways, and into the back of the resturant. A grin forming over her face as he dug his teeth into the. <C>
Darkness Cheifs neck and proceeded to rip him apart. "You do that, I'm gonna go find a new knife, and something else that will tickle my fancy. You want me to pick you up anything as I look around, or are you good?" Figuring that he was kind of busy with what he was doing, shrugging her shoulders. Turning to walk away, she pulled open drawers and looked inside, taking out knives and stabbing them into the counter.. None of them were as sharp as hers. So maybe she was better off with the knife that she had. Shrugging her shoulders, wandering back over to Miya, where she patiently stood until he was done feasting on the worthless human.
Mal Hearing Darkness's words, he let the float around in the air for the time being as he let his attention rest upon the being he was feasting off of for the day. With his cheek ripped clean off, it exposed everything that was inside his mouth and Miy used that to dig in further, snatching the chef's tongue within his teeth and tugging at it until it was ripped free from th hole in which he had created in the chef's cheek. Slurping up the tongue, he chewed and swallowed it down and nodded to himself as the man choked up blood from his tongue. Miy than released his throat and grabbed the chef's arm and held it straight out with his left hand while his right palm was sent into the chef's elbow and tore through the flesh every so slightly. Twisting the broken arm a few times, Miy set his~>
Mal ~foot against the chef's shoulder and pulled with both of his hands grasping the chef's and pulled until the arm came right off. With that done, he nodded and looked over at Darkness, "Let's go," he smiled and began to eat the arm he had torn from the chef as he exited the resturant and would let the officails handle with the rest of the deformed chef.~|
Darkness Giggled and followed him out of the back door of the resturant. "I have to go before it gets light outside." Chewing her lip in worry, looking up at the sky that she feared would start to get lighter within the next few minutes. "I'll see you again. We'll have to sread more death and mayhem the next time we meet. It was fun meeting somebody that knew what I was talking about, after all this time.." Proceeded to chew on her lip for a moment, and then she smiled brightly at him. Gave him a hug and left him with a dagger she'd taken off the dead cheif as they'd left the resturant from the back way, the way that they'd come in. "Take care, and kill lots, so the next time we meet I can hear about it." Smiled brightly at him again and turned, disappearing into the darkness that had gathered.
Vermillion: *the door to the tavern swings open with a loud bang as wood strikes wood and the figure enters. His crimson cape billows behind him in the wind as his battered armor gleams in the dim-light of the tavern, revelaling it's details. The armor is a dull grey full-plate, run with dents and cracks from the many battles it has seen, the shoulder plates inlaid with dragons teeth. HIs helm covers all but his jaw, shaped in the manner of a dragons head glaring menacingly. Across his back rests a large ornate sword, the hilt carved in a manner to represent dragon scales, and the symol of two intertwining dragons engraved in the steel*
Mal: The complexe of the hospital's asylum floor never comforted Miyaichi as he rocked back and forth within the corner, his arms binded in a straight jacket. Voices resounded in his ears causing him great distress until they all stopped at the same time and the most powerful voice of them all came to Miyaichi's side. 'It is time,' was all the voice sad and Miy stood from the corner of the white room and stared at the door before parting his lips to speak, "It is my time now guard," the voice of the teen was cold and his emerald eyes stared directly at the face of the guard behind the door. Taking a step towards the door, his lips curled into a smirk before he fell to the ground and began to shake violently. Scared for the patient, the guard immediatly opened the door and rushed to Miy's side~>
Cpt. Sal: (heheh...oops then, sorry I just get mistaken for a man so much I kinda presumed...nvm...)
Mal: ~he made his way towards the door to make his escape of the asylum and be back with the other people...his prey...his food. Entering the white halls, he used his foot to close his room door to give him time to escape. The sound of footsteps reverberated through the hall, but they were not his own so quickly, Miy dodged into a supply room and held his breath waiting for the footsteps to either get closer or farther away. The footsteps grew louder and soon a voice beat in his head, 'NOW!' it ordered and Miy lept from the supply room and latched his legs around the woman that was giving out the meals to the patients. Baring his teeth, he dropped his mouth over her eye and lapped his tongue over the juicy eyeball before bitting hard into her skin and tearing the eye out of its socket.~>
SGT Bromley directs Sal's attention back to the previous statement of where she was addressing Darkness.
Mal: ~Screams filled the air at this and Miy slowly started to panic before the voice gave another order and as normal, Miy obeyed and shot for the woman's neck tearing deep into her. Feasting greedily upon the woman's neck to silence her screams, Miy quickly found himself in a puddle of blood on the floor and lept to his feet. Searching down the halls, he wipped the blood off on the straight jacket before the alarm set off causing him to run towards the window at the end of the hall. Determined, he didn't care what was out there or how far down it was as he turned his shoulder to face the window and jumped into it crashing through the glass and wood making up the window itself. With glass surrounding his fall, he watched as the nearby building got closer to his figure. He got ready to~>
Mal: ~embrace the fall and rolled onto his back quickly getting back to his feet. Stopping, he looks back at the hospital, staring at the broken window already knowing some glass had cut him open in various places and he would need to find someone to help him. Turning away, he ran along the building and lept to the next one where he began to search about the area, looking for something to free him from the jacket. Feeling something in his shoulder, he turned his head and found a piece of glass and bite it out and found a crack within a chimnee nearby and lodged it within. Turning his back to the glass, he began to saw through his bindings until finally, almost like twenty or so minutes later, he broke free and removed the jacket from his body. Now only in a pair of pants, Miy went to the edge~>
Mal: ~to check on him before his hand reached for the radio upon his belt. At that same moment, Miy stopped shaking and grinned at the man before lashing out baring his teeth and grasping them around the man's tongue. Grinding his teeth deep into the guard's tongue, he slowly bit it off letting the blood drool over his lips and cheek to stain his tanned skin. With the tongue in his mouth, he ate it as he twirled in his place to wrap his legs around the guard's neck. With the tilt of his head, Miy gave a quick twist of his thighs causing a loud crack within the guard's neck before letting him drop to the ground. Rolling backwards to his feet, he easily stood straight up and stared at the open doorway with a sadistic smile over his blood stained lips. Coursing his tongue to collect the blood,~>
Mal: ~of the building, already knowing that people would be searching for him and perhaps making fliers to catch his ass again. He could see it already, the fliers stating a crazy teen broke out of the hospital and warnings about how he is a natural born killer...but he wasn't that bad...he never killed anyone younger than him. Dropping between the buildings, he used the walls to slow his progress and let go close to the ground landing perfectly. Once again the voice spoke to Miy, 'We need to find more people...we must turn them...My Angel of Darkness, you must seek out more and turn them to our side...make them hear us!"~|
Darkness Humming, she pushed the back door of the tavern and slipped out of the back door. Wandered around, her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her knife. There was nothing interesting in there that she could find. She'd stared at the paintings until she could walk around blindfolded and tell you which painting was where, what was in the painting, and the name of the damn painting to boot. That, and there wasn't anybody in the tavern that she wanted to bother with. Eventually she came to the alleyway between the tavern and the rundown building next to it. Paused in the entry of the alley, her eyes that could see in the dark focusing on the huddled figure that seemed desperate to avoid attention at all costs. Normally she didn't talk to peoplle, but.. Well, he seemed like he knew a thing. <C>
Darkness Or two about the hardships of life, even if he did seem to be a bit of a nutter.. Maybe they could exchange tips on killing as well. It would be an interesting conversation, that was to be sure. Pausing, her fingers wrapping even tighter around the handle of her knife, eyeing the figure again. "Hello? Do you need some help? Orrrrrrr.." Her voice growing in excitement. "Do you need victims? There's a tavern full of 'em to kill, if you wanna follow me."
Mal: Hearing a voice linger into the air, but knowing it was not one within his mind, he perked and stared over his shoulder. Examining the odd woman that stood behind him, donned in clothing unlike his own. Than again, he just escaped the asylum and only had his white pants on still since he had ridden himself of the straight jacket. Tilting his head every so slowly at the woman as she spoke of victims, he let the voices within his own mind curl around his thought process. Standing up straight, a grin played along his lips showing off the blood stained teeth beyond the stained lips, "Victims," he mused softly and shook his head slowly, "Nah, victims always find me." Letting his legs carry him closer to the woman, he began to notice the knife she held tightly in her hand and smirked softly,~>
Mal ~"Slice of one and I'll have two. Attack from the back, and I'll have you. The night holds an attraction, but it holds a mystery. You come seeking excitment, when you only find insanity. Ask me once, ask me twice. I'll tell you all about my vice. Death is sweet, flesh is tough. Just don't think you're out of the rough." Stopping himself within the alley, just a few more steps and he'd be directly in front of her. For the time being, he'd let her sweat, he'd let her give a reaction to his twisted words that flow from his twisted mind, perhaps than he'd have some fun...~|
Darkness Smirked, her dark eyes watching him. Her skin was pale and her hair hanging around her face seemed to make her as visable to him, as his white pants made him visable to hers. But he seemed much more fun, more interesting than the morons in the tavern had. He just knew. He knew how things could be. And though he was out of his mind, and had probably had a lot of pushes there, he had some sense of himself left. Or, at least, that's the impression that she was getting from him. Shrugging her shoulders, her knuckles white from holding the knife as tight as she was. No, she wasn't afraid of him. She didn't see any reason why she should be. She could defend herself, as he could. Tilting her head as he came closer to her, motioning with her finger. Lowering her voice, her eyes. <C>
Darkness "Wanna have some fun?" Whispering it, her head cocked to one side. Her eyes never left him. Every move that he did, she was well aware of. And if a problem arouse, she could fight with the best of them. And it was just as dangerous to assume that just because he was creepy that she was going to get attacked. Assuming was what had gotten her killed in the first place. She'd assumed that though her husband had hit her, that he would never cross that fine red line and actually kill her.. Well, he had, and now here she was. Hoping that she would get a killing buddy to have some fun with. Maybe his other personalities would pop up (If he had them) and join in on the fun too? Here's to hopin'.
Mal Her words spoke of fun and the ability to having such a thing, almost as if they could hold onto it and treasure it like an object. Perhaps this fun would be worth a look, see what it was about and perhaps even hold it within his grasp for a while before he'd do anything more. Letting his lips curl more into a smile instead of a grin, he nodded to her proposal, "Yes, fun of the night, wickedness within the brain of two. Let us grasp this fun by the neck and throttle it until the night fades to day and the sun rises across the world and banishes the darkness back into their corners only to wait for it to fade once again over the horizon of the world," he mused in a dark tone. Tilting his head, he let his eyes fall to her knife and smiled softly as his eyes went up to her face, "A~>
Mal: ~weapon, inevitably suspected by the living to use a weapon of the norm. But either way, let us terrorize the tavern, spread fear into their hearts only to tear their heart free from the prison it is kept within." Smiling at her, he walked around her and made his way towards the back entrance of the tavern, not even daring to pick up a weapon of any type as he pushed in through the back and made his way inside. Letting his eyes stare at the creatures wtihin the confines of the walls, a smirk slowly crossed over his lips and he slide up onto the bar and let his butt rest there. Letting the bartender have a fit and complain about it, Miy would merely watch the crowd, waiting for the time to strike, which would be when he was ready, when the voice told him it was time.~|
Darkness Grinning at him, her eyes glittered. She had a killing buddy! Somebody to understand her. Maybe even somebody to tear apart another human being with her, and to watch as that person bled to death, or as they were tortured. There were just so many things that they could do! She nodded and followed him into the tavern through means of the back door, walking beside him and climbing onto the stool next to him, her long black skirt covering her legs completely, and covering most of her boots, that were also black. Much like her hair. Her eyes wandered over the patrons, and then flicked to the tender who was telling them off for sitting at the front of the tavern, with the 'normal' people. Glancing at Miya from the corner of her eye, winking a little. She defiently wanted the tender to die. <C>
Darkness That much had been made obvious in the wink. Miya seemed to be a possible friend. Her mind was almost in the same frame as his, though she hadn't resorted to different personalities and talking to herself all of the time. But they both loved to kill, and you know.. they could build on that. She nodded to Miya and turned her back on the tender, scouting out the room. Waiting for the right prey to come along. If Miya saw somebody that would be good for killing first, then she'd probably go along with that person. It didn't matter to her, as long as she had a friend that didn't get sick over the sight of a dead body. It wasn't that big of a deal, in her mind. So why should it be to everybody else's? Cracking her knuckles, she sat there, patiently waiting. It must be nice to live like them.
Mal Noticing the wink from his new 'friend', he smirked slightly and brought his attention around to the bartender. Tilting his head, Miy gave a smirk, "Do you hold the sweetness of death within your establishment, good sir?" The tender gave Miy an odd look with his question and Miy perked a brow, "I guess not...than perhaps you will now," he mused as he spun around on the bar top and let his foot come around to the tender's neck and press into it letting his toenails dig into his skin. Using his hands as props, he lifted his body into the air and pressed his foot harder into the tender's throat while just than, his left hand reached over to grab a random wine bottle and smash it over the head of one of the patrons that were making their way towards Miy to stop him. Turning his body over,~>
Mal ~he retreated his foot for a brief second from the tender's throat only to thrust it back and send his heel into the tender's neck letting it break a few bones that caused the tender to start choking. Sliding down behind the bar, Miy grabbed the shotgun that laid behind there and brought it up only to unload a single round into the head of one of the patrons. As pieces of the patron's head splattered within the tavern, Miy's shoulder holding the gun was in pain from the recoil and the shotgun lay at his side as he rolled his hurting shoulder. Grabbing another wine bottle from behind the counter, he merely smashed it upon the bar top than grabbed the lighter that was within the tender's pocket and lit the wine, letting the fire burn up the wood. Making his way around the bar that was~>
Mal ~now on fire, he brought the butt of the shotgun up into the nose of a retreating patron that wanted to use the back door and let them flail onto their ass while their nose bled.~|
Darkness Laughed and clapped her hands together, obviously delighted at the tender's abuse and sure death, along with the shards of glass that were now scattered around their stools. And the more violent that Miya got, the more delighted Darkness seemed to get. She loved seeing other people suffer. Lord knows that she'd done enough of it when she'd been married to that bastard all of those years. She had put her faith into somebody that was obviously obsessed with her, and had trusted in Providence that he would never cross that thin line that he had crossed, by drowning her in the lake behind their home. So whatever faith or belief she had had that everything would work out, had gone straight into the water with her, and died with her. But then again, she'd gotten her revenge. <C>
Darkness He was dead after all. Bringing herself back to the present time as the tender was literally choked on his own bones, laughing again, kicking her feet back and forth as she laughed and took delight in somebody else's pain and sadness. A few people's pain and sadness by now. She'd lost count of how many people Miya had either hit, kicked, or broken the bones of. But it was all in good fun, of course. So she could laugh and clap to her hearts content. Sticking her boot out as a woman tried to pass them by and go to the other end of the tavern. And the way that the woman was tripped, she was tripped face-first into the fire that Miya had started on the bar. Screaming as her hair caught on flame and the flames licked her face. The fire wouldn't hurt Darkness, so she happily held <C>
Darkness The woman's face in the flames and made her burn there. Letting her go when the hair was singed off her skull, and most of the skin on her face had started to burn off, too. Shrugging her shoulders at Miya, "She should've said excuse me." Going into a fit of giggles at her own little joke.
Mal Smirking softly at Darkness's words, he nodded and noticed almost everyone had escaped from the tavern, but a few were still running away. Cocking the shotgun, he brought it up and let a round off and the pelts drove into peoples backs, legs, arms, and heads, rendering most useless or at least dead in a matter of time. Hearing the choking of the tender still, Miy smirked and made his way back around the bar, the flames seeming to stay where they were started and Miy cocked the shotgun once more and set the barrel against the tender's knee, "Little fly, trapped in the web of spiders, tell me your story, tell me your death. Give me a reason to let you become Beth," he tilted his head as the tender choked an answer at him, "Have a nice day than, little fly," he mused than pulled the~>
Mal ~trigger back letting the slug literally rip the tender's knee apart causing the rest of his leg to bounce around in the back as blood spewed up into Miy's face, body, and even some onto his white pants. Tossing the shotgun into the fire, he looked over at his new friend, "This scene is corrupted, another will be needed," he mused than grabbed another wine bottle and ripped off the top and also a piece of the tender's cloths only to stuff it into the bottle. Lighting the cloth aflame, he set it sideways beside the rest of the wine and smiled at the tender, "We'll let the flames cleanse you, lil' fly." Now that the place was basically rigged to blow, Miy used the same entrance he used to get in to now escape the carnage he had managed to create in a matter of seconds.~|
Darkness Giggled louder, if that was possible. Clapped her hands a lot harder together, until her hands stung. (Which was saying something, because she didn't feel anything unless she wished it) "More, Miy, more!" Her giggles, rather insane giggles, filling the room. So what if they were both insane? They were both having a damn good time, and were enjoying eachother's company. She thought of Miya as a friend now, even if he didn't think of her as the same. At least now she knew he was somebody that she could trust, and that knew what a good time relaly was. It was death and destruction, cruelness and pain. If people had treated them this way, why couldn't they return the favor? Fair is fair, after all. And that was fair in hers, and evidently Miya's, book. Getting up, following him. <C>
Darkness Towards the back door that they had come into the tavern from, skipping down the hallway behind him. "Wanna do it some more, or you wanna call it a night?" Leaving it up to him. She could probably go on 'til the sun came up, and then she would hide. The sun wasn't her friend. It kind of hurt her eyes, though not very much.. And she found that she didn't like the sun very much anymore. It had betrayed her, as had everything else she had held dear. Except for water.. She would always love that. Stopping outside of the back door with Miya, giving a gentle shrug of her shoulders. "They had it comin', though. So they can't really blame us for that. The tender started it, at the very least. Giving us cheek because we're not 'normal' people." Snorting in disgust.
Mal Giggling at Darkness's words, he turned to look at her just as she commented on the normal people thing. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped but was quickly put into action as there was a rather large crackle inside the tavern, mostly caused by the cocktail bursting into flames and turning the entire place into a fire house, but the crackle was quickly followed by gargled screams from the tender, "Normal?! -We- are normal! Tis they that are not, they are the ones that do not fit the standards, tis they that hide behind their 'sanity', tis they that try to make themselves seem normal in their standards. In the end, they lie to themselves and all those around them while you and I stay true to ourselves, -we- are more normal than what sanity could ever give others. We know the truth,~>
Mal ~they know the lies," he mused with a quick and slightly irratated tongue. Going back to his slightly cheerful self in matter of seconds though, he smiled at her, "Food would be nice," he nodded to himself than looked around in the alleyway and bit his lower lip. Picking a way, he scooted himself along, knowing Darkness would soon to follow behind him. Coming upon a resturant, Miy smirked and pushed into the back door going right into the kitchen without a seconds thought. Approaching one of the chefs, he tapped on his shoulder and the moment he turned around, Miy's left hand wrapped tightly around his neck, "This will hurt," he mused than launched his face forward into the chef's cheek letting his teeth tear into it...~|
Darkness Well, he was right. They were the ones that weren't normal and that should be treated like Darkness and Miya had. It simply wasn't fair. They could come into the tavern, but they couldn't sit in the front with everyone else. Because they weren't 'normal' to everyone else. Well, they weren't different. They were the normal ones. Nodding solemly to Miya, she grinned at him and allowed herself a giggle. She didn't really need to eat. That is, she didn't need to eat human food or human flesh to survive. She would simply.. continue to carry on. She was undead, after all. Cracking her knuckles, she did as Miya expected her to do, she followed him out of the alleyway, down a little ways, and into the back of the resturant. A grin forming over her face as he dug his teeth into the. <C>
Darkness Cheifs neck and proceeded to rip him apart. "You do that, I'm gonna go find a new knife, and something else that will tickle my fancy. You want me to pick you up anything as I look around, or are you good?" Figuring that he was kind of busy with what he was doing, shrugging her shoulders. Turning to walk away, she pulled open drawers and looked inside, taking out knives and stabbing them into the counter.. None of them were as sharp as hers. So maybe she was better off with the knife that she had. Shrugging her shoulders, wandering back over to Miya, where she patiently stood until he was done feasting on the worthless human.
Mal Hearing Darkness's words, he let the float around in the air for the time being as he let his attention rest upon the being he was feasting off of for the day. With his cheek ripped clean off, it exposed everything that was inside his mouth and Miy used that to dig in further, snatching the chef's tongue within his teeth and tugging at it until it was ripped free from th hole in which he had created in the chef's cheek. Slurping up the tongue, he chewed and swallowed it down and nodded to himself as the man choked up blood from his tongue. Miy than released his throat and grabbed the chef's arm and held it straight out with his left hand while his right palm was sent into the chef's elbow and tore through the flesh every so slightly. Twisting the broken arm a few times, Miy set his~>
Mal ~foot against the chef's shoulder and pulled with both of his hands grasping the chef's and pulled until the arm came right off. With that done, he nodded and looked over at Darkness, "Let's go," he smiled and began to eat the arm he had torn from the chef as he exited the resturant and would let the officails handle with the rest of the deformed chef.~|
Darkness Giggled and followed him out of the back door of the resturant. "I have to go before it gets light outside." Chewing her lip in worry, looking up at the sky that she feared would start to get lighter within the next few minutes. "I'll see you again. We'll have to sread more death and mayhem the next time we meet. It was fun meeting somebody that knew what I was talking about, after all this time.." Proceeded to chew on her lip for a moment, and then she smiled brightly at him. Gave him a hug and left him with a dagger she'd taken off the dead cheif as they'd left the resturant from the back way, the way that they'd come in. "Take care, and kill lots, so the next time we meet I can hear about it." Smiled brightly at him again and turned, disappearing into the darkness that had gathered.