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I'm a Killer, Cold and Wrathful [Closed, In Progress]

Feb 12, 2009 18:23

WHO: The Corinthian Arlecchino (omnomeyeballs) and Kairi (iugis_viscus)
WHAT: Playing with your food... once you've finished it?
WHERE: The Library
WHEN: Day 323

( I smell your softness / Carnivorous and lusting / To track you down among the pines / I want you stuffed into my mouth / Hold you down and tear you open )

Ω kairi, Ω the corinthian, place - library

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omnomeyeballs February 13 2009, 05:30:01 UTC

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you again in person, Miss Kairi."

Playfully, the Nightmare swept into a moderate bow, careful to keep his shades in place as he did before coming back up with a smile. Yes, she was, to all appearances, virtually identical to the Kairi he had preyed on. And yet there were... small differences. Nuances that, without his special ability to detect fears and desires, he wouldn't be able to pick up on. The over all gestalt was the same, in the end, but it was rather like the difference between 782+317 and 779+320. The end result was the same, and the component parts weren't terribly different... but there was a difference. It was interesting. He'd have to look closer to fully understand, but he didn't mind that in the least.

"Shall we?"

Turning to the library, he mounted the steps with easy grace, his movements fluid, almost... dream-like. In the blink of an eye as he reached the top, he opened the door for her, that same smile still curving his lips.

"Ladies first."

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omnomeyeballs February 15 2009, 16:48:58 UTC

As he slipped into the building behind her, he stepped just one small inch to her personal bubble, piercing it just the smallest bit without being too blatantly intrusive. She seems distracted, besides ( ... )

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omnomeyeballs March 16 2009, 16:31:55 UTC

Such a cheerfully optimistic girl. Oh, he could sense the doubt in her, practically taste it, but she hid it very well, even from herself. But there were things that his eyes-- or lack of eyes-- could see that no one else could see, that no one else wanted to see. But that was his nature, perceiving the little darknesses no one else could... even in a Princess of Heart ( ... )

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