▬ here you'll find me inbetween heaven and hell;

[morbidlyfun]

WHO: Luki, Giovanni. Eventually Heine.
WHAT: Giovanni demanded that Luki come to find him or he'd go get her himself. So she is complying, but Giovanni doesn't realize he's in for a doozy.
WHERE: Docks.
WHEN: Not long after Giovanni's post.

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[such_akindbeast]

Giovanni was able to tell Luki was near long before she had found him. The skin around his collar had begun to tingle, a low, dull thrum cold and tight against the back of his neck. It was a clear sign that there was a dog somewhere near, and closing fast, and the familiarity of the feeling gave Giovanni the slightest bit of comfort in this strange, backwards place. When he finally heard her small shrill voice calling out over the sound of the ocean, he turned, pausing only slightly as his instincts flared red for a second

[morbidlyfun]

Luki giggled in a strange manner, her childlike innocence showing through as she advanced on the blond man. "Because I was all the way in the jungle, silly, and I had to come allll~ the way over here!" She grinned. In her mind, the voice went on. It never ended. It kept telling her to kill him, making her head throb gently and she slowly began to comply with it.

"I hope you weren't waiting too long, Big Brudder~!" She said, a sing-song tune in her voice that normally wasn't there unless she were about to do something horrible. Like a game.

She brushed her hair out of here eyes, and then there was a clanking sound from her sleeve. Her knives were moving, evidently. Almost as soon as the sound stopped, she had shifted in her stance and held the largest of the knives out at Giovanni, an inch from the flesh of his throat. "You're here just in time, Big Brudder! I want to play a very fun game." The twisted smile on her face told nothing but the fact that there was something mortifying going on in her mind.

[such_akindbeast]

"Dammit," Giovanni whispered under his breath and pushed himself backwards, away from Luki. Now that she was near, he could see her more clearly and Giovanni realized that his instinct had been right all along. It was as if Luki was both herself and not -- all of her body language, the tone of her voice, it was all still Luki, but the smell. The smell of her was all wrong -- spoiled, almost rotten, and bitter enough to taste in the back of his mouth

[morbidlyfun]

Luki looked down at Giovanni, another soft giggle leaving her lips. He really hadn't noticed! Oh, this was going to be so much fun. She'd never played a game with her Big Brother, before. And now she was going to get the chance!

She pressed the blade a little harder into the others neck, the sharp metal drawing blood. The smell of the blood reached her nose and it excited her. She had not been able to indulge in her little games at all since coming here. No one would play with her! But Big Brother would. She would make him.

A childish gasp, and she stared down at him when he cursed at her. "My, my, big brudder, you have a naughty mouth!" She scolded, tilting her head to the side with a sweet smile.

And then, her little game was on. She raised the knife high, away from the bleeding throat, and in one swift movement, she swung it at his side, fully intending to make him bleed.

[cerberus_cortex]

Heine knew when he was being baited. Giovanni had been calling him out; he could see that. But he also knew him well enough to understand that he wouldn't stop, and he wouldn't back down: that's not what they were trained for. If Giovanni wanted a fight, sooner or later he would have one, and (this was what Heine told himself to rationalize going to find him) it was better that he found him now than that he wait for Giovanni to track him down at the old church-near Nill and the Priest.

From the look of things though, Giovanni had gotten his fight even sooner than he'd expected.

Heine had spotted them when he was still some distance off, approaching the beach from the boardwalk. Luki (or Noki-Heine wasn't entirely sure which half of the duo was which) looked like some insane cake decoration, over-bright pink against the creamy sand. She would have been hard to miss. And Giovanni-Heine sensed his blood before he saw it, and it wasn't that he smelled it per se. It was just a subtle tightening of the skin at the back of his neck, a

[such_akindbeast]

There was a long moment where Giovanni wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. The world, it seemed, was eclipsed by the feeling in his gut -- a sharp wall of pain that sprung from deep within his belly and now towered over him, threatening to topple; it bisected him and two, severing all ties between his muscles and his mind. Scrambling among the dunes, he struggled to his knees, one hand clutched firmly over the wounds of his stomach, desperate to keep his insides in. He'd felt pain before -- many times, in fact, over the years; when he was a child it had become part of his very nature, part of his daily ritual like eating and sleeping and getting dressed. Enduring it came as easily as breathing in those days; but this was different, this was visceral, and these wounds -- it seemed -- would not heal. There no familiar jolt to the system this time, that smell of cauterization as the flesh simply welded itself back together

[morbidlyfun]

She’d heard Heine coming the second he hit the sane and slid down the dunes; enhanced hearing at thanks of the Zikhadhara. But it was too sudden for her to do anything about it. She’d already jumped back, and Haine already had his hands fisted in the cloth of the back of her shirt, and her knife was gone.

How dare he remove her weapon from her grasps.

But she had other things to worry about; like the wooden support that held up the boardwalk that was rapidly approaching as she was flung through the air. Her hat slipped off her head, and her bright, sea green hair was ruffled by the wind as she grabbed the boardwalk pillar in her hands and swung herself around it, using her new cat-like mobility to land on the sandy beach under the boardwalk.

“Big Brudder!” She called out to Haine was the gun was pointed at her, and she giggled as a twisted smile spread across her lips. “Have you come to play, too?” She lifted a hand, pressing her tiny fingers to her chin as she tilted her head.

[cerberus_cortex]

"Shut up," Heine said over his shoulder to Giovanni, his voice terse and dry. He didn't have the patience for these strangely familial games, and the idea that what he was in fact doing was saving the wounded man (an idea which had only occurred to him belatedly) irritated the hell out of him. And anyway, he had more pressing concerns

[such_akindbeast]

Giovanni spat another helping of saliva and blood as he dragged himself upwards long ridge of a sloping dune with arm. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen so much of his blood outside of his body, couldn't recall the last time he'd experienced a pain so prolonged and so profound that his entire body broke out in shivers and a cold sweat. A momentary flash of panic reared up ugly and fierce in the back of his mind, and in a blind rage against it he threw himself forward onto the sand with a great shout, his head raised upwards despite his quickly draining strength. And there, silhouetted against the light of the sun, he saw that familiar shadow from long ago.

Giovanni focused on it, hard, pushing down a wave of nausea as he swallowed another mouthful of his own blood. He watched as it ran towards Luki with both guns drawn -- arms outstretched in unfettered aggression, its body language so familiar and legible even now though his eyes swam with tears of pain. Heine.When one of Heine's bullets finally connected with Luki