hai mươi tám ❀| but the darkness has a hunger; it offers you blood for wild blood

[lotuslife]

[The day wears on, and long streaks of golden light are starting to settle across Mayfield as the sun begins to set. Downtown, there's someone casting a long shadow as they walk slowly down the street. It's a young woman; she's dragging something large and unwieldy. Whatever it is, it's leaving a long, dark smear on the road as it's pulled along- a

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Blanket permission for everything

[muskatli]

[She'd just about finished making her rounds, the unexpected rounds that came in the most un-festive like morning of Christmas. It had started with the awful disposal of that unpleasant, unwanted Christmas gift, descending into multiple stops at equally distressed households.

When Hungary's finally done, finally ready to get home, she does notice the thin trail of blood on the asphalt leading up the street. But it's nothing out of the ordinary on this particular day, right?]

wh-whyyyy ;A;

[lotuslife]

[Nothing at all! In fact, she's just getting ready to abandon the body. She needs to go change her clothes, anyway. And she's still hungry. Vietnam stands.]

Because nothing bad ever happens to Hungary ;O;

[muskatli]

You're out, too? [It's a stupid question, but Hungary's heart is too weary for anything intelligent. Her eyes flick to the lifeless body at Vietnam's feet. At this distance, she can't really identify it.]

...What has he done? You're alright, aren't you?

[lotuslife]

[She looks over her shoulder and her face lights up. She smiles at Hungary.]

I feel fine. I'm just a bit hungry.

[zombee_slayer]

[He blinked and stared at her, was that blood on her clothes? Well shit that didn't look good. Plus that was most deffinantly not her blood. Bringing out his Colt M19 and the Bowie knife that he had removed from his bowels up into a ready position in case of a fight. He just got done with his surgery not to long ago too!]

Oh great, a murderous freak bag on the loose. Alright hotness I'd like to get closer to ya and all but get any closer and you'll have to meet the reaper!

{OOC: Lol, couldn't resist. Yay injury towards Dempsey is fine along with some blood draining, just have her beware of that bowie knife it's large and sharp enough to cause her some extremely terrifiying wounds and can slice off a limb or two along with her head.}

[lotuslife]

[She turns at the sound of the man's voice and stares at him flatly.] Oh. Do you want to fight?

[Well. That sounds like fun. The drone put up no resistance. This'll be more entertaining.]

[ooc; He can cut off her limbs! They'll grow back. I'd rather not have her beheaded, tough, if that's okay! Also, what extent of injury is all right with you?]

[zombee_slayer]

No, what I want to do is rip out your fucking guts if you even touch me! I need some more man-gut strings for my guitar after all! [He starts to circle around her, placing his Bowie knife away and holding his pistol with both hands, ready to fire.]

I'm in a very fowl mood right now.

{OOC: You got it! As for the injuries he just had surgery to remove a very large knife from his intestines, with nothing but whatever was laying around in the kitchen and no form of pain killer. So ripping open the wound would be alright along with giving a few more, like deep cuts the arms, chest and such. I'd also be alright with him being knocked unconscious as well. Also I have a some links to the weapons he has in my profile.}

[lotuslife]

[even though he's circling her and pointing a gun at her, she continues to stand there casually- she hasn't even assumed a defensive posture.] That's all I'll need to do to get you to fight me? [she smiles.] Touch you?

[she leans forward, pointing to the gun.] I liked the knife better. It's more personal.

[ooc; Got it! Thanks ;u;]

This time with permissions!

[bard_of_orlais]

[Hi there, neighbor and fake!husband's friend! Leliana sees the blood , although she doesn't really figure out that it's due to Vietnam is eating people. Being covered in blood is a fairly normal thing for her after months of killing darkspawn and sometimes people, so she simply assumes that there's some unholy menace running around the town for the holiday.

As such, she goes instantly into defender mode, approaching Vietnam with a sense of concern.]

Vietnam, are you all right? What has happened here?

((Blanket permission to attack/maim/murder/etc. Leliana has some knives on her--better not to go unarmed, even when things don't seem terribly desperate--but she does not have her rifle.))

[lotuslife]

[She's running her hands through her hair, working out small tangles where the blood has matted and dried. When she sees Leliana, she looks her up and down as if she's sizing up a hunk of meat.]

I feel just fine. [No, not fine. She's hungry.]

[ooc; Got it, thanks! ;u;]

[bard_of_orlais]

[Leliana stares back at Vietnam. She's not oblivious, especially with regards to how people behave toward her; something's off. She shifts her body slightly, now on-guard.]

You're covered in blood, Vietnam. This is not normal.

[lotuslife]

[she looks down at her clothes.] He hardly struggled, but I got carried away. I should have been more careful.

[wise_king]

[Merem is doing his chilling thing. You know, the one where he sits outside...watching. He got munched on earlier (gross) and is slightly avoidant of family.

And Vietnam can do what she likes. She can't kill him either without the proper weaponry or magic so let's slam our stones against stones. The joys of being really old in the Nasuverse.]

[lotuslife]

[When she comes by Merem, she's cleaned up and collected again, except for one strange thing about her appearance: her hair is still worn down.] Aah... Em Merem.

[wise_king]

I'm surprised you're around today. You don't seem as frantic as some.

[lotuslife]

I don't see what the problem is... [she leans forward.] Did you get your wish?

[phlebological]

[ she's sitting on the porch of 767 bunker street, still terribly dressed for the weather in just her dress with a broken doll crumpled at her feet.

if vietnam is covered in blood or not, it's not something she can tell in the blood soaked reality she's been living in all morning. but vietnam still manages to catch diva's attention, and when she does is unable to help tilting her head softly to the side. ]

Ah, how familiar...

[ even without being a chiropteran anymore, or having an ounce of her abilities. something at her very core drew her to the other woman, and she couldn't begin to understand just why. ]

[ ooc: i'd rather avoid death with her, or ending up with any missing limbs. but inflicting damage on her, (throwing around, inflicting deep cuts, etc.) is a-okay. ]

[lotuslife]

[Charles's house. She's here quite often, and even if she weren't in the state that she's currently in, she'd be drawn to it. But now- now- well, she needs to talk to Charles. She needs to tell him that she finally understands-

But there's someone already there, sitting on the porch, and Vietnam stops in front of her, staring down at her with narrowed eyes.]

What are you doing here?

[ooc; Okay! ;u; S-sob Diva still human ;;;]

[phlebological]

[ her eyes remain locked on the woman's own, as if searching for something.

although a questioning sort of look comes over her as the other's eyes narrow. the silence following vietnam's question only broken as she rips the doll's arm out of it's joint. ]

I live here.

[lotuslife]

[there's certainly something unsettling about the girl's gaze and the way she's looking at her, but Vietnam tells herself that she's imagining it.

'I live here.'

she leans down, hands on her knees, and suddenly smiles.]

Is that right? Are you Hong Kong's new wife, or Charles's new sister?