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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[expiatrice]

((OOC: CRYING

Will fight back. Possibly summon her horse loli hydraulic laser-shooting vampire staker. I WILL PM OR PLURK YOU OR SOMETHING IF THIS EVER SPIRALS OUT OF HAND /holds face

oh also permission to injure but let's keep it non-lethal for now? ;w;))

[She's already in her nun robes because Christmas has become a field day for baw and dead bodies. She was a Burial Agent, but to have the "Burial" part taken so literally...

Well it was the least that she could do. If people can't detach themselves from fake limbs and corpses of people they know, she'll have to dispose of the remains whenever she can herself.

so

my face when

someone i know is pinging the Executor's senses HARD

smells of BLOOD

and feels like a VAMPIRE

oh

oh

gdit Mayfield.]

...Miss Sen.

[A tiny smile of greeting, as she addresses the other woman from a dozen feet away. She's say more, but if Vietnam was bloodied like that and not from her own blood, then even ignoring her supernatural senses, what else is to add when a heretic killer comes across a

[lotuslife]

[Well, this is going to have a pretty negative impact on their friendship, isn't it? Aah...

She's still standing above the body, and looks over her shoulder when Ciel greets her.] Chào chị Ciel. ['Hello, Ciel'.]

[ooc; HEY HEY YOU just add me up on Plurk and we can talk it over? *u* Also yeah, go ahead and try to beat the shit out of her and I'll keep it non-lethal too ;^;]

[expiatrice]

[WELLLLLLLLL

It's Mayfield. :V She'll understand if you do too? /)__(\]

Good day to you, too. That's an awful mess... Did you receive something twisted for Christmas, too?

((OOC: YES MA'AM but ffff- I am at my parents' for Christmas dinner and I cannot wait to GO BACK HOME IN FRONT OF MY OWN COMP, so everything will be sporadic until then. But will do! o7))

[lotuslife]

Actually, I got exactly what I asked for. I didn't expect it like this, but it's really just what I wanted... [She nudges the man's corpse with her foot.] But I'm still so hungry...

[ooc; OKAY YES you've got it ;u; I know it's super busy today lmfao sjgkldfg...]

[decadenzas]

[Charles is also covered in blood by the time he runs into Vietnam, none of it being his own. King Duncan needed to be taken care of, you see, and he certainly wouldn't let his pride as a warrior be mocked by the lady of the house.]

I am afraid to think what I have done-

[he's playing the role of a prideful person and feels the strength of it down to his bones, but his posture is slumped and his eyes dart around in paranoia; in part because he feels his murder of the king may be uncovered any moment - the door, the door!- and in part because moths had suddenly taken to stalking him around town.]

[ooc; ;u; blanket permission for everything but death!]

[lotuslife]

[Her mind is still a shrieking mess of hunger. Her long hair still remains down and matted with blood, so she might not even look like Vietnam from behind. Still, she seems to be aware of Charles's presence, and when she turns to look at him, she doesn't seem surprised to see him.]

...Charles.

[ooc; ;u; even if you had given permission I could never kill Charles /c-crying...]

[decadenzas]

[he looks a little confused, though, caught between the desire to continue acting out the too-real world his plays had become and the reality in front of him.]

Your clothing will incriminate you. [they had to be careful, after all - the king is dead and if the blame falls on their shoulders, it'll be a hanging for sure. but how strange, to see so much blood on her.]

[ooc; fjndsj ;u; it'd be terrible for both of them...]

[lotuslife]

[There's a long pause while she looks him up and down and then stares down to her clothes. She then opens her arms towards him.] Come here.

Permission for injury/blood drinking!

[peonymarket]

[China is walking out in the cold streets, preoccupied, his eyes glassy as his mind continuously replays the painful vision of his family, safe and strong but sickeningly changed, Westernized, gloating over his absence. Insulting him. Betraying him. How could they? He loved them.... sometimes he hated them and sometimes he hurt them but China loved them, all of them. And so even the prosperous, confident nation at the peak of his power finds himself hurt in a deep, strange, aching way.

Needless to say, he's not looking where he's going.]

[lotuslife]

[Almost as if out of nowhere- or maybe it's just because he isn't looking- Vietnam is suddenly in front of her brother. She perceives his strange mood, but her mind is on something else...]

Anh?

[peonymarket]

[Her jerks into awareness and looks at Vietnam, but the glance quickly turns into a cold glare. She's a stranger to him now, her more so than the rest of his family.]

What do you want.

[lotuslife]

I'm really... [She shakes her head softly, and her long hair falls into her eyes. She brushes it back. Oh, be patient, be patient, she can feed again soon...]

...We'll need to go somewhere quiet.

[coolbowtie]

[The Doctor is wandering around town, looking for Sen. He's called her but she won't pick up. He looks pale and slightly ill, as though he's just been through a horrible experience that's shaken him, but he's quickly heading towards her house]

((ooc:blanket permission for anything except death and loss of limbs]

[lotuslife]

[She won't answer the door, but there's the wound of water running upstairs.]

[ooc; So good to me *u*]

[coolbowtie]

[He enters the house and peers around, he's never met anyone else who lives with Sen. But when he doesn't see anyone, he dashes up the stairs towards the sound of the water, while managing to trip up the stairs a few times]

Sen?

((ooc: ;A;))

[lotuslife]

[He'll find her in the shower, rinsing blood out of her hair. She doesn't acknowledge his presence.

Come to think of it, there's a hell of a lot of blood leading from the bedroom of one of the children to the bathroom. S-sorry, drone daughter. You looked so tasty, okay...]

Permission for anything!

[bambooalliance]

[He was wandering through town when he spotted her, and the blood made his mind jump to conclusions.

So he hurries over, putting on a worried face.]

Khun Vietnam! What has happened...will you be alight?

w;A;w THAILAND

[lotuslife]

[She's about to turn and leave the body, but at the sound of a familiar voice, she looks over her shoulder.]

...Anh Thailand.

;~;

[bambooalliance]

[He looks from her to the body and back again, and there's a sudden, subtle shift in the way he holds himself.

Cautious. On edge. He's preparing himself for quick action, just in case. Because he was used to seeing bodies lying lifeless. Usually during some minor conflict or large-scale war, but...seeing one, with a nation standing above it...well, it was a cause for caution.]

What has happened here?

[lotuslife]

[She watches him tense up, hears his voice change a little. Her eyes are predatory, watching him carefully for any subtle movement. If he's going to run, she's ready.] I'm tired of this one. He doesn't have any blood left for me.