Weaving tangled webs
Characters: Praise (subject_e0057) and Fenrir (asmodial)
Date/Time: Ungodly in the morning, June 24th
Location: The park!
Rating: Let's go with R for these two.
Summary: Black Market Dealings. Praise has his suspicions as to the true culprit of the teapot murders. Fenrir has a new memory, courtesy of the black market. Funtimes.
( Actions and motives./Bear the cross, wear the crown, it's just some evil you can't bleed out./Hell has to notice./Your actions and motives. )
Date/Time: Ungodly in the morning, June 24th
Location: The park!
Rating: Let's go with R for these two.
Summary: Black Market Dealings. Praise has his suspicions as to the true culprit of the teapot murders. Fenrir has a new memory, courtesy of the black market. Funtimes.
( Actions and motives./Bear the cross, wear the crown, it's just some evil you can't bleed out./Hell has to notice./Your actions and motives. )
He let out a small groan, holding his stomach. The guards were getting too good, but he would have to eat soon. Perhaps that woman, again. the one he had visited and lain with. She was beautiful...perhaps he could find her again.
He stopped, turning his head. He smelled something dank and musky, reptilian. A snake, perhaps? For a moment he thought it was Fallen again, but that wasn't possible, was it? He paused for only a moment before he continued walking.
Time to settle payment on the memory, was it? And what a useless one it was. There was nothing there that told him anything, least of all about the little girl he had dreamed about. He wanted to know more about her, not about these people that didn't matter.
He sighed softly, walking for the Park. Ah, there it was, the source of the smell. He looked over the snake with vague disinterest and turned his attention back to the man. So, here they were again.
"Hello."
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A hand came up to brush his hair to the other side of his nose, leaving his golden eye unobstructed. "And, again, I'm going to need payment. I trust you know the deal." He was greedy and wants to get straight to the point- and what was the problem with that? It saved them both a lot of time and dancing about with fancy word manipulation.
"So then.. I'm all open for your thoughts." A hand rested on his hip casually, as though they were simply having a discussion-- one that just so happened to take place in the middle of the night.
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"I know who murdered Fallen, East, and Soul."
He could see them now, all glassy eyes and faces marred with blood and gore. It was beautiful, how they had frozen in time, entrails trailing onto the floor like so many diviners had come and gone.
He smiled at the memory, and on the hells of it came another, the feel of the woman, pushing forward every inch of him until he was inside of her now-cooling body.
His smile widened and this time he showed his too-many teeth.
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So, the sheep had surprised him. He paused for a moment, sizing up the snake. The sharp small of reptile and rot rolled off of it, and he could feel the snarling at the back of his mind.
Kill him.
He knew what he should do, what he had to do.
His eyes flicked to the snake again, and he paused. He was already calculating how long it would take for the snake to reach him, if he could kill both of them. He was sure that he could, and for a moment he could almost feel the claws at the ends of his hands ripping into the human's sweet flesh...
He looked away. His voice was bored when he spoke. He was hungry and weak, and he was sure that the fight would damage himself almost as much as the man and snake.
"I have money, then, if you're so sure you know. Still, it's a pity. I was so certain..."
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His hand slid down to his own hip, resting carefully. "And we have all night to discuss things. You've been one of my most useful clients, so I'm willing to bargain and the like." That and he didn't trust Fenrir. Not at all. While he wasn't one hundred percent certain that Fenrir had killed Fallen, East, and Soul.. this was helping steel him that his assumptions had been correct. And if Fenrir and his too-many-teeth were capable of that carnage, then he couldn't play things too carefully... but at the same time, he refused to appear as prey.
"What were you certain of?" he asked curiously, head tilting the slightest bit.
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"He is a man here in this place." He gestured briefly, as if to punctuate it. "I believe I had his dream, once. There was a great beast in it."
He left it at that, shrugging softly. The sheep would take it, or he would not. If he didn't feel like being reasoned with, he could simply kill him.
That was always an option.
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There were enough people in the sphere that knew of his own tendencies for violence that he might become suspect as well.
His fingers tapped against his own side as he watched Fenrir, wondering what questions to bring up and which ones would just bring about an end to their business dealings. He felt confident enough in his ability to defend himself... but Fenrir was intriguing enough that he didn't want to. Having a name would be good.. but it still required him to research. All Praise really know was that Wolf was reclusive.. but spoke to Prongs on the journal. He typically didn't pay much attention to the man's journals.
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