Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-02-17 09:33 am
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Shrike's Heart (#1)

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up
syncintohell: (You will get lost)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] syncintohell 2020-02-18 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Should you fail or give up, remember who controls this territory, and that there are those who thirst for your life. I can always change my mind, as can you. The choice is always yours.

[ And he'll remove his foot to turn again to face the smiling man with knives ]
handpuppets: (crow danger)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-18 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ the older man just absolutely gets the fuck out of there, while the guy with the knives is wiping blood off his face from going directly through glass at one point. ]

What's your deal, anyway.
syncintohell: (Reach out your hand - believe)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] syncintohell 2020-02-18 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Those who betray others and make them suffer for their own misdeeds ought to live in fear, the resentment of their victims ever tormenting them. I scarcely understand how you think death to be the correct answer to that, allowing him to avoid answering for his crimes.

[ Irritable. ]

Would you like to go through his manor and take all that he might use to bring others under his influence once more?
handpuppets: (crow friendly)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-18 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
.......what?

I mean, it's not really a punishment for that. It's just war! The fun part of war, not even the boring part! Like, he's definitely not going to be allowed to just come back here, so it's fine, it's fine, since that's a lot of work.
syncintohell: (the light through the darkness)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] syncintohell 2020-02-18 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Scum. If you must get your enjoyment through bloodshed, do you not already feed your fill on the battlefield?
handpuppets: (crow friendly)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-18 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not really a battlefield guy, I'm usually the "fix all the other problems" guy!
syncintohell: (they definitely can’t see)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] syncintohell 2020-02-18 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
I believe I have already taken care of this problem to my liking. You are free to help me dismantle the manor, otherwise I recommend you find some other way to spend your time.
handpuppets: (crow danger)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-18 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, that's not really part of my orders. I got some other unfinished business to tie up around here, so if you'll get off your high horse, I'll get about that.
syncintohell: (to those distant imagined heights)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] syncintohell 2020-02-18 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
I do not own a horse, nor have I ridden within any of my memories.

[ Crosses his arms, but very well, sighs and gestures him to go about his business.

He can dismantle the mansion on his own. ]

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-18 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ anyway this fucko heads off... somewhere. no one's really excited to stick around the mansion, so you tear it apart with your own two hands.

when that's done, perhaps it's time to move along. ]