EVENT {OPEN} PT4

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HOTEL BASEMENT :: 7AM - 7PM

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MAGATO & HAZAMA; 7 PM SHARP

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[ For as shitty as things had become, and for as much of a waste as his planning turned out to be after the world ate its own asshole, the outcome was starting to turn around in a pretty interesting, unexpected way. In a way it reminded him of the Continuum Shift, the result of the neverending loop instigated at home, but lucky, lucky him, this time he had the freedom to control it openly.

And standing there, driving the business end of his balisong up into a bellboy's sternum until his eyes got a little bit foggy and bloody sputtered wetly out of his silently moving mouth and Hazama couldn't keep his laughter down and back behind his lips any more, it wasn't actually killing the sorry little fuck that was doing so much for his mood. It was just everything surrounding it. The context of killing this dumb kid for kicks, kicking him off the knife and letting him smack to the cold floor, the thing that made it not just a random act of murder but a building processHe was part of a string of deaths, it seemed, all killed by knife, all

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[ STAFF ONLY: How could Magato resist the utter temptation of breaking those two simple rules. It was easy enough; walk around the front desk, see the body of a bellboy's that was sprawled out with guts and innards leaking from a sliced up gut and torn bones of sternum, it almost looked -- poetic. Magato could have gone into the details (Such as it being dead for only a hour or two, the body still reeking of the fresh corpse, a familiar scent that Magato reminisced as that new car smell) But Magato wasn't about to do himself all over a necrophiliac's wet dream while it was still stirring in its own juices, sack and lips and all.

-- But he wasn't going to lie, it was nice to see someone had the right idea. No matter how trivial or irrational it was to murmur someone out of barbaric indulgence; everyone missed the point, it just felt good.So - what was Magato going to do now? He wasn't Eike, he wasn't about to parade around in a dress all decked up in a whore's skin in hopes the killer was going to come to them. No, he was going to go

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[ Already on their second date? ... It had to be his lucky day.

Hazama stopped the moment he heard that voice ring out, and he looked over his shoulder slowly, already smiling, his feet grinding wetly on the cold concrete when he turned to face him. Looking a little different there, Magato, and Hazama was no idiot; he knew the tension of someone itching for a fight, for fun or otherwise, but that wasn't really what he'd call a problem; they had time, didn't they? Who the hell else was going to think to come down here

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[ What a surprise. When she wasn’t such a temperamental bitch, it looked like Lady Luck was on their side.

No one was going to come down, were they? Not a soul, or at least someone with a brain. The moment they did was the moment their guts would be pouring and innards cooling in the stiff, heavy air. But right now, with himself feeling as though Hazama was starting to jerk him off. ( -- Aah, no denying it; there was some excitement in this anticipation, and they were like two fucking peas in a pod.) But the feeling was mutural; Hazama’s predatory glare was returned in a mutual aspect.

-- It was a dog-eat-dog world out there.

Eyes narrowed with a perverse instinct and lips bared all-teeth; low laugh finishing Hazama’s words, and Magato was none other than absolutely charmed by the gestured and mocking words that were half-insulting and half-flattering. ] -- Captain? Referring to me like that, officer...makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Just the way I like it. [ Voice low, teeth clasped together, and it was almost wistful

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[ Did it look like he was ending it? His bad, but that was fine; Magato'd understand, soon enough.

The sickening brittle crunch of exposed bone forced half-dry spittle and blood out of the bellboy's gaping mouth, projected across Hazama's shoes, but there was no time to pout about the dry cleaning with that large, sharp knife swiping out to feel through his body, to push through his guts if he gave it the chance. Magato was one speedy, frisky little bitch, wasn't he. But no victory was that easy.

The spinning butterfly knife clipped it easily, threw it off; the sound of the clashing metal shot straight through him, and Hazama's low laugh was almost comical, bleeding out of him as uncontrollably as an open wound. ] Nice try! [ The same movement and he brought out a second balisong in his other hand, and spinning them together, swiped them down and up across Magato's body, close enough to vivisect him if he didn't move his ass

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[ Well one of them had to end it, didn’t they -- ?

The slick sound of bones cracking and an empty wheezing sound emerging went completely unnoticed as he lunged himself towards Hazama. To say that his movements were clumsy was bullshit - but he didn’t lack any sort of impulsive cruelty either, so when he twisted his blade to slice through Hazama’s guts (The contact was, unfortunately broken off and deflected by the other’s knives -- ) Magato was planning for a full evisceration.

Lips slipped into a further grin as his own blade clipped; carnivorous teeth and all showing with enough indication that he couldn’t wait to sink them into Hazama’s neck and rip out his throat. Their proximity close enough to do so, and Magato only watched with a barking laughter as Hazama revealed another balisong, ] A natural performer! [ When they were this close, it was expected for Magato to receive some of the damage, it was almost intentional how he allowed the blades to swipe along his visage, grazing the flesh of his cheek with a cut deep enough to

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Hey, hey, woah there - [ And then there was the cold wall up against his back, the hot weight of Magato's body and his breath bearing up against him, and haha hey, he was pretty heavy once you got close to him. He let him have that one, for as subtle as it was; he wouldn't have gotten all that far if he couldn't pretend to suck, would he?

And it was tit for tat at this point, given that that slow, lazy crawl of blood down Magato's face was there because Magato wanted it to be, and the whole thing was so phony at this point that Hazama had to try really, really hard to look surprised about being pinned. But his knives were there anyway, something so instinctive and natural that, well, there was no helping it: one at Magato's stomach, barely keeping the scant distance between their bodies, and the other right below his left eye, that dark black ball boring into him, ready to gouge it out at a moment's notice

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[ Neck craned to the side; flaunting the cut that was inflicted on him and each hot exhale that emerged from his mouth would’ve felt like a slap of wet cloth against Hazama’s face. Lips pulled back, and the blade had pierced the flesh of Hazama’s neck. ( -- A little prick, in all honesty, but if you would rub salt on the wound it would be something you wish you could die from.)

There was something displeasing to the knife that was held at his stomach it almost felt like a fucking heartbreak -- and he only cocked his head with the cut along his face that felt like a kiss as he murmured with lewd mock-disappointment, ] Are you breaking up with me already…? [ The small textures of steel that grazed underneath his eye as he tilted his head only made him twitch in the slightest as he continued. ] I have a bit of a kink with the authorities, it’s nothing personal.

[ On the contrary, it was every little bit personal, but how could Hazama notice that? It was, as a matter of fact, obvious enough; how Magato leered at him, eyes gazing along

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[ - Yeeeeah, he did kind of get that impression. Something about where he's putting his knee down there, and the fact that he's breathing on his face so hard that all the breath Hazama pulls into his lungs burns hot from his body warmth and actually, that's kind of gross, but, welp. Special circumstances, making friends, sometimes you have to tolerate a few funny quirks. It all pays off later, when you return it tenfold

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[ Skull mashed against the cold wall and Magato was breathing cement. Hand grasping at his hair and the knife that was suddenly slicing through the leather fabric of his vest had him let out a loud barking laugh -- teeth slightly grazing along the wall that sent pinpricks through his nerves and fingers coiled into fisted. Did Hazama really think he was going to put out that easy like a back alley whore?

-- Well. He was completely wrong.

Even with the cloth coiling around his ribs that was slowly being sliced through ( -- As painfully slow as it was, it only pushed Magato’s anticipation even further as the leather slipped from his frame. To say that Magato was fashion conscious was a lie, and his grin was only half-apathetic and careless as the material fell to the ground. ) none of that stopped Magato from letting out another laugh that sounded hollow and acidy as soon as it left his tongue. ] A little strip huh? -- I’m suddenly feeling violated! [ Another obvious lie, but they both knew that. ] I was hoping for a full home run.

[

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[ Hitting the floor knocked the air out of him for a second, and he laughed breathlessly, bit back the fuck! forming at the back of his mouth. ] What, weren't you enjoying it? What a cheat... [ Hahahahaha, oh, and he had pride too! Obviously a dog that hasn't been kicked enough times, but that's fine, and Hazama dropped and he was pretty happy to let him enjoy the moment, you know, just to see what happened - at least until the knife started slicing through his suit. It was fine when it was the shitty rags that Magato wore, but this? This was his precious, precious suit! ]

Hey hey hey, enough of that -

[ He jerked back suddenly, caught the side of Magato's temple with his elbow and, groping around for something to grab onto and only finding Magato's dark hair again (oh, yeah - he stripped him, didn't he? His mistake -), he followed the movement through until he'd flipped them over in a clumsy flurry of limbs and bare skin. He sat back on Magato's hips, eye-to-eye with him and breathing a little harsh, and they were in the puddle of

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-- I have high standards. [ The comment was immediate as it slurred out of his mouth with low heavy exhales and lips spread into a wry smirk. Eyes half-narrowed as the blade started to make it’s way to return the favor ( -- With the way that arm was twisted horizontally behind Hazama’s back, it looked like that had to go as well.) - a shame, a nice looking suit like that having to be turned to shreds. The only problem was that Magato was too wrapped up in the image of Hazama on his gut, sprawled out with clothes torn off and flesh carved from bone that he didn’t even notice the jerk of Hazama’s elbow making it’s way to the side of Magato’s head

THIS LOG HAS GONE FROM R TO NC-17 AT SOME POINT, I'm sorry for the lack of warnings! We forgot. :(

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[ Hahaha oh man, man, he really was going for it, wasn't he. Did it really turn him on just that much, all this shit-kicking around, this stupid little playtime? Well, that made one of them, at least after he put that knife through his suit - and through his skin a little as well, and it was sharp and swift and sore like a papercut, all the way from stomach to clavicle, and he sucked in a little pissy breath about it. His blood blotted through where the cut was deepest, lots of little beads all the way down, and when he breathed in, they started to drip, staining the space between them.

Geez, this guy was a lot of trouble...

Hazama jolted just a little bit when Magato's body moved beneath him, very purposefully pressing up with his hips against Hazama's, and it was disgusting and hilarious at once, and he didn't know whether to grimace or just fucking laugh in his face about it. In the end, though, he just grinned, let a little, low laugh work out past his sharp teeth and the tongue pressing up behind them, and he put his butterfly

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[ Magato just couldn’t help himself. The light slash along his cheek and his torso stripped of any clothing -- his back against the pool of blood with senses exposed to the cooling innards that had their coppery smell and taste drove Magato’s nerves into override. Inhaling sharply with the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth, it was only predictable that he would let out a low exhale of a laugh as he found himself straddled by a green-haired now-shirtless (Hand against the fabric of Hazama’s suit, prying the cloth off with dismissive ease.) freak who played with the blood and his hair. A little light fondling was enough to get his blood boiling.

Combar knife withdrawn, slipped back into it’s hoister without a second though, mouth almost pressed against the flesh that throbbed with veins underneath a thin layer of skin - and it was only a light graze of teeth against flesh. ]

Can you blame me -- ? A pretty thing like you in a place like this, all alone? You were basically begging for it... [ The back of his skull meeting the

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[ Pretty thing? Hazama laughed out loud, only a little out of breath when he dragged his hands down to Magato's beltloops, keeping his hips right where he wanted them while they moved together. Pretty fucking thing. That was a first, and geez, wasn't that cute, wasn't it just so fucking cute that Magato didn't understand his position in the slightest. Wasn't that just what he wanted.

But goddamn, once he was done having fun here, he was going to kick this kid's teeth right down his oesophagus. ]

... Hahahah! Are you delusional, or did I just catch you at a desperate, lonely time in your life? [ His hot breath hissed out through bared teeth, half-anger and half-excitement, and the feeling of Magato's nails was just a white sharp sensation that reddened slowly, grew painful with an unusual slowness, filtering in through a haze of adrenaline, blood, euphoria, lust, anger. There went the nice paintjob, but no big deal, right. He wasn't really the bruising type