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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."

Uh, ignore the pic on the right in the link.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby gulped in breath after breath of air, rubbing her throat and rolling quickly off the bed (on Luigi's side of the room) to better defend herself. She grabbed the nearest item, her bedside lamp, and glared at Pavi, her eyes nearly slits they were narrowed so much.

"What the fuck are you doing, Pavi?!" she rasped, fighting to keep control on her emotions. She wouldn't cry, didn't want the stupid bastard to see the hurt that was bubbling within her, next to the rage, the self-hatred for trusting anyone but family, and the adrenaline from what was to come.

Without waiting for an answer, she threw the lamp in Pavi's direction as a distraction before whipping around and pounding on Luigi's wall, screaming his name. It didn't occur to Baby to go to Christabella's side of the room: it was probably the better choice.

[themostdashing]

The necessity born of violent siblings had taught Pavi to be rather good at avoiding thrown projectiles; the lamp all but exploded into shrapnel next to his head, and he flinched. His knuckles were white around the steel.

What was he doing?

It wasn't as if she was family; it wasn't as if her death would be more trouble than it was worth, or as if he hadn't had his fun with her. He knew he should be bored with her by now, ready to take his souvenir and move on.

But he wasn't. He wasn't satisfied to be that person any more, so ugly inside and out that he needed someone else's face to hide behind. Maybe that had been true for a while, but Pavi was never one to easily recognise the truth about himself.

His grip on the scissors loosened a little.

ffffffff auto-refresh is not my friend!

[couldgo4aslice]

Throughout Pavi and Baby's conversation, Luigi was reading. Nothing better than illustrated death, right? He knew Pavi was there, or at least nearby; Luigi had smelled his horrid perfume, cologne, whatever earlier. He had tensed, prepared to punch his brother's lights out if he'd so much as knocked, but Pavi had not. He'd move on to... Baby's room? Luigi had been momentarily confused by this till he realized, oh right. They were a twosome.

That had been all fine and well until the cunt started banging at his wall and screaming out his name. Which, in any other circumstance, might've been a wonderful description. in this case, it wasn't, because she was intruding on his goddamn quiet time. Maybe she finally realized what her 'lover' was like. Not his problem. In fact, that'd be amusing. He was ready to ignore them entirely when there came the sound of something being thrown.

Between reading about celebrity deaths and watching his brother get his ass kicked, he decided the latter would be far more entertaining, so he bookmarked his

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So, Luigi's appearance was an unexpected and horrible development. Pavi stared at his brother for a moment like he didn't recognise him, then straightened a little, the wall at his back still taking most of his weight.

"Brother," he said, his voice tight. "There is nothing to - I am not - it is over already." He knew how pathetic he looked, holding what amounted to a weapon that he couldn't - wouldn't - use. He knew that Luigi would mock him or (God forbid) even offer to help him. He didn't care.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby hadn't had a chance to take the scissors away and she cursed under her breath when Luigi reminded them that Pavi was still in possession and could still stab her ass. She needed to get in between them in order to make the shiny blades hers.

But Pavi was distracting. And now, NOW he was being remorseful, stating he'd rather see her alive when not ten minutes ago he was choking her. She sneered and rolled her eyes. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. They got to you, didn't they? Your accent, the desire...it's all gone. I can't hear it or see it anymore."

She dropped the book aside, her shoulders hunched in defeat. Goddamnit. Not Pavi too. Previous attempt to kill or not, before that he'd been the closest to...whatever. She wanted those scissors and she wanted them now so she could stab him in the fucking heart, just like he'd done to her. This was why she should only ever stick to her family.

[couldgo4aslice]

Luigi could only stare in stunned disbelief. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with his little brother and it pissed him off. He hated being confused. When Baby spoke up, he listened without taking his eyes off Pavi.

"Got to... what?" Then it hit him. Rehabilitation, graduating, holy fuck. The new face, the lack of passion, it all fit like a perfectly tailored glove. His brother wasn't the same person he knew from before. This was a man changed to someone else. Someone who wasn't a Largo.

His confusion and rage reached a boiling point. With sudden clarity he knew exactly how to get Pavi, the real one, back.

Still with one hand on Pavi's shirt, Luigi lunged forward and stabbed Pavi's cheek with the scissors. He dug it in deep, pulled out, and stabbed again at a different spot, now dragging to create a scar. He'd repeat this over and over and create as many imperfections as he could.

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Pavi shrieked, tried to haul back but couldn't get too far - the door was still locked. The second cut slid along his jawline, bleeding profusely, and he couldn't - just because he wouldn't kill, it didn't mean he wouldn't defend himself.

The old ones were still the best. He dug in his pocket for the little bottle of breath spray he carried and almost emptied the canister into Luigi's eyes, reaching down and unlocking the door in the first free moment he was given.

He stumbled out into the hall and fell against the opposite wall, clutching one hand against his bloody face.

[spo0kshow_baby]

Baby was, at first, too stunned to react, standing there with a slack jaw and eyes like tea up saucers. Before she could stop Luigi, Pavi defended himself with stupid ass breathspray and she was forced to follow him out of her room, shaking her head and too high off adrenaline to think clearly.

"Pavi! Shit if you had just...you fucking asshole, you stupid, stupid," she reeled around and screamed at Luigi, shoving his shoulder. "You made a fucking mess in my room, why the fuck did you....why?!" Why to the both of them. Why to herself for even caring.

Baby ripped off a bottom porting of her shirt and tried to press it to Pavi's face, both elated with Luigi's logic and horrified. She'd thank him later, or something, for trying to bring him back. But for now, Baby was pissed. "Stupid fucking Pavi," she mumbled.

Later, Infirmary - Pavi & McCoy

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[OOC: Rayne, Baby and McCoy - please consider Pavi to have now absented himself from the above thread. He wants his face fixed, dangit. :c]

Pavi had left when ordered, without any further comment, and let himself into the Infirmary. The bleeding wasn't as prodigious as it had been a few minutes ago, but the stab wound had almost gone the whole way through his cheek. It would be a while.

He hadn't become somebody else. He hadn't been destroyed and he resented the implication that he had. The ugliest of his drives had gone - it didn't make him a different person altogether.

He turned the handkerchief over to the clean(er) side and pressed that to his wounds instead, looking up as the door opened.

"Dottore."

[hyposprayed]

When McCoy finally got down to the infirmary he had more questions than answers, a fact that made his brow furrow as he came through the door. He glanced over at Pavi, eyeing him in something very much like perplexity as he walked over. Pavi had apologized to Baby in something that looked a hell of a lot like sincerity. McCoy still wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Never a dull moment with you is there?" He asked, gesturing for Pavi to move the handkerchief so he could get a better look at the cuts. "What the hell happened back there?"

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Pavi peeled away the silk a little reluctantly, feeling a drop of blood roll down the line of his jaw.

"I...I had intended to take her face," Pavi said, giving more weight to the words than he had in times past. "I had the chance, the means, and...I did not, could not. Things became complicated, my brother became involved, and...they decided it would be for the best if they resolved their differences and killed me together."

[hyposprayed]

McCoy stayed silent as Pavi spoke, examining the cuts before preparing a cotton swab and cleaning them carefully. By the time he tossed the first swab away he spoke again.

"That explains some comments." He muttered as he brought the second swab up. "Why couldn't you kill her Pavi?" He asked, brow furrowing. The lack of information on his item- either there was a malfunction or Pavi graduated. The way he was talking the latter was becoming more and more of a possibility in McCoy's mind.