LITTLE GREEN BASTARD. / INDEFINITE HIATUS.

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“Because, my blood thirsty friend, people are far  more willing to give you everything that they own  when you make them feel good first.”

                    Running a gloved hand through his hair, Reaver would then smirk. He had been at this game for a very long time– Perhaps not as long as Lep, but long enough to know how to play people. He could smooth talk his way into gaining almost anything that he wanted, and if by some miracle that didn’t work, he could be just as violent as the devil himself. And while it was obvious that he preferred his own methods in comparison to Lep’s, he was at least willing to hear him out if only for the fact that he was incredibly entertaining.

      “I can gain just as much, if not more, by seducing        them than if I were to hold a knife to their throat.”

   Despite having just referred to Reaver as his friend, Lep couldn’t help but roll his eyes once the favour was returned. While he supposed that this technique might work for the other man, he couldn’t fathom why someone with access to all-powerful, reality-bending magick (see: himself) would need to stoop to such levels in order to achieve his goals. The whole concept seemed LAUGHABLE at best.

   “Just goes to show ya how stupid and weak those mortals are,” Lep grumbled, scowling at the the mere thought. “Compromisin’ everything they believe in just for a few mere moments of pleasure. Imbeciles, the whole lot of ’em.” He met Reaver’s eyes once more, serious at first - and then a dangerous smile began dancing across his features. A cruel, sick expression. Usually the last thing his victims saw before their imminent demise.

   “See, me boy’o, that’s where you begin to misunderstand me. I’ve played this game your way before - well, perhaps not exactly the same way,” he was quick to add, smirking at the idea, “but I’ve certainly made offers that couldn’t be refused in the past. Many times, in fact.” To emphasize his boredom, he gave a flick of his wrist and began examining his long claws. “And it doesn’t bring me so much as a fraction of the joy that their blood beneath me nails does, nor their flesh between me teeth. There’s no melody sweeter to me ears than their screams.” He paused to let the words sink in, a wicked glimmer in his eyes as he met Reaver’s gaze once more.

“As long as you don’t get your mess on me, I don’t  care what you do.”

                         If the other wished to use more violent means to get things done, then so be it. For Reaver, such a thing was usually a last resort and he preferred to use either straight up intimidation or seduction. The latter being something that he was fairly certain that Lep lacked the skill to do so.

            “At least allow me to seduce them first.”

   “Well as long as you stay outta me way, then there won’t be a problem.” Not unlike a magician, Lep slides the pruning sheers up his sleeve, where they proceed to disappear. He isn’t keen on the idea of having company while carrying out bloody vengeance, but alas, they’ve both been wronged in this particular situation. Working together isn’t exactly ideal, but Lep is willing to tolerate it as long as they carry out the scheme exactly the way he wants it.