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Murder it happens a lot
[ If you're a certain member of BARiTONES: the floor drops out from under you, and—after a brief moment of utter darkness, you find yourself in the same room, but surrounded by different people. The bead strands wrap around your arms and legs, restraining you.
Well. Here you go. ]
Well. Here you go. ]

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[ the crowd behind them looks just as pleased as he does, all lifting their glasses to toast to yvette's pained cry. ]
Looks like they're really enjoying this. Keep it up. [ after the blade's been in for another couple of moments he rips it out, using the hem of her skirt to clean the blood off. ]
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No more... please. It hurts...
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I bet it does! and it's going to hurt more once the poison starts working~
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So that's what that was...
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Y~e~p~
Here's to hoping it works fast!
[ but it doesn't seem to be and after a few short minutes silver seems to be getting aggitated. ]
Errrr, why aren't you dead yet!
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But this sure is taking forever. [ he waits another couple of minutes before brandishing the dagger against and approaching her with a smile that seems to reach his eyes, eyes flickering with a gleam that speaks to his insanity. ]
I guess I'll see you in a few hours, though... you won't recognize me, hahaha. [ and without really waiting for her to get a word in edgewise he drives the dagger into her neck and twists. ]
Night night, Yvette~