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[themostdashing]

Who: Pavi Largo, Baby Firefly, later Luigi Largo
Where: Baby's room
When: Uhhhh. Will be forward-dating this, so...will update when I know.
What: It's still cool to kill people and peel their faces off, right?
Warnings: Definite language, possibly violence.

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[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby had been geeked since her last encounter with Pavi, patiently waiting and even going so far as to continue her decent behavior. She was excited for her new neighbors (one to piss the fuck off and one to play with), and eager to get working on Nero, but all that was put aside for this night.

She wore white, hoping for a mess to accent the tears and rips. She pulled her hair back, a rare thing, so as to keep it out of her way when working.

The knock sent a thrill down her spine and she whooped, skipping to the door and drawing it open. Immediately she latched onto Pavi in a tight hug, bouncing once in place. "You're here!"

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"But of course - surely you did not expect anything else?" He wrapped his arms around her in turn, looking down at her face with distant admiration. "The Pavi would never disappoint, bambina. You are beautiful tonight."

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Baby stuck out her tongue, pulling him inside by his hands. "Not beautiful every night, huh?" She winked, confident in her looks with or without Pavi's praise. But it helped, of course, it was appreciated and always nice to hear.

She fell back onto her bed, bouncing on that too. "So, who's on the list? I'm thinking one of the new fucks might be good. Introduce them to life on the Barge, plus they don't know about us yet. Well, most of them shouldn't at least."

She cast a glance at the new neighbor's side of the room, creeped out how the bitch knew about her on her first day arriving.

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Pavi sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her. Of course he had made his decision a long time ago. The hunt was just beginning for her; for him, it was almost over. But even if he had to put off the inevitable to do it, he could indulge her.

"There are many who the Pavi has...admired, for some time, but there is one...my brother has taken a shine to her, I think. I have done a little reading...her name is Abigail, and she is...from centuries past. She does not seem to know very much at all about life on the Barge."

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby cackled and rolled onto her stomach to see him better. "She's fuckin' retarded. It's perfect! Did you know she didn't even know what the fuck 'fuck' meant?"

Again Baby laughs, already seeing the damage they can do in her head. "She'll be easy, no doubt. Far too clueless about damn near everything. We could say the knife was holy and she'd probably buy it. All prim and proper. How we doin' this?"

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"Well. It will not take so very long to find her; I know from my brother that she lives on this floor. And once that is done, well...we can do it however we like, can we not?"

He moved over her, his hands pinned to the mattress besides each of her shoulders, his hair falling to half-mask his face. "It is only unfortunate that we will have to be...quick. All three of us have Wardens, they will only want to spoil our fun, no?"

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby scowled at the repeated mention of Luigi. "I'm far fucking better lookin' then that cunt." But if it was Luigi who was interested, then that explained everything. Certainly they were only going after her because she was stupid and it would piss the other brother off. Surely. Because no fucking way would Pavi be interested.

Or, at least, Baby hoped.

She was happy to drop the talk of Abigail when the tables seemed to turn the moment Pavi mounted her, and she went off into little giggles. Baby tugged on the bits of hair in his face, admiring his shiny new face. "Mmm, shame shame. But who says we can't have fun with a quickie?"

Play on words for the win.

[themostdashing]

Pavi nodded, shifting his weight onto one one hand, trailing the other from her navel and up, between her breasts, sliding delicately around her throat.

Tightening, slowly.

"You are so right, bambina." He sounded almost dazed. "Far better looking. So much more beautiful."

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Baby's breath caught at his touch, goosebumps becoming visible on her forearms. "Pavviii," she scolded. "We have a job to do!" Still, she brought one leg up and around his body in order to pull him more flush against her body. The grip he had on her neck didn't raise a flag at first. She was used to rough play with the Largo brother. And the praise he kept singing had her in a happy sort of daze, the thrill of a new kill casting lovely bloody images in her mind. "We'd make some pretty bitchin' babies. They'd have your skin tone and my eyes."

Not that she'd ever want nasty fucking kids, but she was more about complimenting Pavi's new look.

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The feel of her body pressed to his was tempting, too tempting, but Pavi hauled himself up so that he was kneeling over her; he needed the leverage, after all. He had a job to do.

He let his mind go blank, his body running through the motions of something he'd done dozens of times before.

The situation shifted from playing rough to something else entirely in a matter of moments: his grip on her throat became brutal, almost his entire weight pushing into it, and he reached into his jacket for the blades. One clean cut across the throat, a moment's artistry, and then he would be himself again. Unchanged and free of uncertainty.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby's face had flown through a series of changes in under 60 seconds, from heated to confused to panicked. She was screaming in her head, wondering what the FUCK Pavi was doing, not sure, so unsure, until things slowly and horrifically clicked in her head. He had agreed with her, about her face being the fairer one. He had agreed and if Baby had been paying attention to that look in his eyes, she'd have known damn well Pavi had never meant to go hunting for some stupid cunt. He was planning on taking her face, on killing her

[themostdashing]

Pavi was operating mostly on autopilot by that point, but he was still instinctively opposed to getting his eyes clawed out. A particularly close call along with a knee to his stomach had him reeling up and back off the bed, scissors clutched tight in one hand as he gasped for breath.