[closed] And when the ball's over, we go to the feast--

[roleholders]

[ Characters ] Adachi Tohru, Altair Ibn'La-Ahad, I-no, Larxene, Oz Vessalius, Reno... Tir Mc Dohl eventually
[ Location ] The Rose Maze, Castle Hearts
[ Date/Time ] The Day of the Ball, 10:30 PM
[ Warning ] violence and murder
[ Content ] This dance displeases Us. Off with your heads.

[Everything is ready. Everything has been prepared for. A

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Adacchin, when youre done maiming the poor boy

[disharmonyscale]

[There was so much to say about wilted flowers. Or flowers in general, really. Damp. Covered in dew. The smell was overbearing. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for that message.

She went deeper into the maze, feeling the dew drops stick to her skin. Really, there were so many things that could be said about this. Disgusted, she decided to take the easier route. She jumped onto one of the hedges to look for the way to the meeting place.]

[disharmonyscale]

Who's to say when it starts? Our Roleholders?

[Because really, she has no problem obeying orders. The Carnival Owner, he was an okay guy. And The Man. Now there was a man. She would definitely fight for them. She was interested enough to lay her life for them.

But they knew, or should know, that they didn't have the freedom to decide for her. Screw the given meeting place. She was going to fight here.]

I'm sorry. I didn't know being a lapdog was your style. Let's do it this way, then, shall we?

[She props her guitar up with an arm and a leg, holding it close to her so it covered her torso.]

Hi! I'm I-no. My faction--

[And then she dashes towards him. Think fast.]

-- is Carnival, you bastard!

[nowheresman]

[Oh, he does. Very quickly, he thinks, Fuck.

It's by sheer reflexes alone (guess all that police academy training did something) that he manages to tumble out of her way, and whatever it was she was planning to maul him with. Adachi's reflexes don't make up for his clumsy footing, though, and he stumbles to his knees, a hand scraping across the thorn-filled hedge for balance. He barely manages to avoid planting his face it.]

Oh, haha.

[He sounds amused as he gets to his feet.]

You are a crazy little bitch.

[disharmonyscale]

[Well, at first you don't succeed...

Hit. Hit. Hit until you hit the right spot. He was dodgy, this one. Slippery like an eel. Still, it won't stop her from trying. The faction was a trigger she pulled herself.]

Quit trying to crawl into a hole,

[Not that being in the same faction would have saved him. Maybe. Maybe she was just itching for a fight.

Who cares, she'll just bludgeon him with her guitar anyway.]

You disgusting worm!

[nowheresman]

[There's only so far you can run when you're surrounded on three sounds by thorny bushes, on the fourth by a homicidal maniac. Eventually, he's not lucky enough, he's not fast enough, he's never quite anything enough, and a blow hits, skidding off his right shoulder. The gun drops, skidding across the dirt, and when it comes to a stop, it's a dusty, plain, pen. The blow spins him right around, and he can tell, from the sharp pain shooting up from the limb, that the bone's likely broken.

He's never been too good at handling pain, either, and he stumbles back, his other hand wrapped around the injured shoulder, and only briefly, with very little surprise and shockingly little dread, that there isn't much left of the road for him. But he's been prepared for this day ever since last December, and at the very least, those brats couldn't hound him for offing that kid earlier anymore.]

Get off your high horse. You're just like me, stupid skank.

[disharmonyscale]

Hah! Don't make me laugh.

[Look at him. Just look at him, crawling on the ground like that. She just watches for a while, prodding him with her boot.]

I'm not the one who's gonna die~

[There was a final blow from her guitar, a blow to the head if you will, and that was that.

Didn't even twitch.

Well... that didn't satisfy her at all.]

→ Altair vs. I-no

[foolnornovice]

[ Crack.

It's quick, and followed by a wet noise- a sickening sound that curls blood and makes an average man stop dead in his tracks to wonder what it is. He doesn't have to stop to identify it, because that kind of sound, is familiar. So he turns the corner as soon as he can, towards the sound and towards the center at the same time.

Doesn't want to think about it.

And at the same time, his hand with the blade is twitching, ready to impale whatever crosses his path. The sounds of the earlier firearm and just now.. They've already convinced him that this was never supposed to be a meeting. If it'd been a meeting, why the violence? Guess he'll know from the next person he sees. ]

...

[disharmonyscale]

[ Already? Aren't we eager?

It must be pretty obvious to everybody who killed who. Bludgeoning was never a clean way to kill anybody. There was blood everywhere... the bushes, the flowers, her, the guitar she never shifted back... on the corpse obviously. It was an ugly corpse.

She didn't even make an effort to clean herself up. Does it matter? She always thought red looked so good on her.

She faced the newcomer and smiled.]

Are you here for the party too?

[foolnornovice]

[ There's blood everywhere and the shape of a body behind the woman; looks like danger and even though every other bone in his body says 'hide', he stays where he is and stares over to her. A party? He grits his teeth. Warning- nothing about this situation is right. ]

That depends on your definition of .. 'party'.

[disharmonyscale]

You...

[She stretches her hand out towards him, shaking the blood off from her guitar with the other. Two times would be enough. Wouldn't want to look like she's playing with it.]

Me...

[She points to herself]

Getting to know each other intimately~

[She chuckles]

Starting with which faction you're from.

[foolnornovice]

[ His expression remains indifferent as she shakes the blood from her instrument but the statement catches him off guard and there's silence for a few moments.

It's a trap. There was no meeting, no discussion how to deal with things; they were nothing but an example for the others! To show how much power was held over them, to show no matter how much some of them refused, the will to fight would be there. His expression darkens, and he fakes a smile. ]

Ladies first, isn't that what they say?

[disharmonyscale]

My~ my~ aren't we old fashioned? I told my faction first to this man over here. [She nods at the direction of the corpse.]

He didn't take it so well. Are you going to try and kill me too?

[foolnornovice]

[ He follows her movements and well, when neither she nor her guitar are in his way, he recognizes that suit, the attire's barely engraved itself in his memory and well.. Damn. An exhale. ]

It doesn't look like he put up much of a fight, are you sure he tried? [ Just.. Needs to get close enough. ]

[disharmonyscale]

Oh, he tried. But what could he do? It was such a small gun.

[That stiff... facial expression. Too serious. Seems like he'll actually be able to put up a fight, unlike the previous man.]

Come on, don't look at me like that. [She holds the guitar close with both hands.] If it makes you feel better, shall we play a funeral dirge for him?

[foolnornovice]

[ He steps back as she does- he's not quite sure what she's capable of but he has no intention of dropping dead, that's for sure. He listens and his expression sours at the suggestion. ]

It would be better if you did not, it's pointless if you do not mean that.

[disharmonyscale]

[She's capable of strumming that guitar. What else did you expect? It doesn't make much of a sound though.]

It's sticky. Say, you're a gentleman, aren't you? All dressed in white like that. What are you, a Royalist? [And if she's wrong, he's MAFIA. It's a wild guess.]

I guess you won't mind if I wipe my guitar clean with you then.