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[my_pleasure]

[ in one particular hall of the Dressing Room, a trail of destruction leads out from the South Wing into a neutral area, all the way into a small library. Wallpaper is ripped, statues are knocked over, vases are smashed, paintings are destroyed-- anything the perpetrator could get his hands on seems to have been destroyed

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[sonorous_sadist]

My such violence. It doesn't suit you.

[my_pleasure]

[ glares at.

You're disturbing his emo, brother. ]

Suit me? How little you know.

[sonorous_sadist]

[Too bad.]

Such harsh words. [And he's striding forward across the mess of the room, reaching to take Tyki's chin and tilt it for a look at that collar.]

[my_pleasure]

[ jerks away with surprising force. ]

Don't touch it.

[musicalgeneral]

[Disapproving "tut"] Such violence.

[my_pleasure]

[ forces a half- grin ] Lovely, isn't it?

[musicalgeneral]

For the crude and easily sated, perhaps.

[my_pleasure]

Such harsh words...

[historyandblood]

[You don't need lights to be able to see in the dark when you're a vampire. Especially one with a thirst for Noah. He's just watching from a rafter with a particularly interested spark in his eye.]

.... heh.

[[Info's in his journal <3 He'll be happy to kill Tyki, if you need him to!]]

[my_pleasure]

[ his fingers are starting to get bloody from clawing at his neck; his skin is torn and staining the white parts of the satin ribbon that makes up his collar. He doesn't seem to know that anyone else is there. ]

[ ooc; if it suits you♥ ]

[historyandblood]

[And he can smell it; the scent puts his teeth on edge. Just dropping quietly to the ground and leaning against the wall.]

Well ain't you a sight fer sore eyes, yeah?

[my_pleasure]

[ he stops moving, silent for a moment, before he turns his gaze. ]

...Patches.