#bxtsence

▸   @bxtsence​   ⟶   ❛  Rowan eyes the plastic mug carefully. “…. What exactly is in this coffee again?”  ❜

Tweek’s head snapped up, and his eyes flashed with ire when Rowan asked what was in the coffee he had prepared.  “What do take me for?” he snarled, thin upper lip pulling back from wasting teeth.  Of course, very few people knew the truth about how his parents poisoned half the town, and logically, he understood that Rowan was not intentionally drawing a comparison to them.  But the insinuation that Tweek would put anything in his coffee still threw red in the periphery of his vision.

He set his own cup on the table, cluttered with bills and newspaper sheets and bits of foil.  The lease was in his present boyfriend’s name, and the apartment was just as much of a mess when Tweek moved in.  He could not complain about a roof over his head and consistent access to a coffee pot, but people in more favorable stations tended to look on the place with disgust.

He stood up from the couch, which needed to be cleared of Redd’s laundry before he sat down.  He needed to better clean the place, but the thought of that undertaking was so overwhelming that he took to clearing individual surfaces as necessary instead.

"Ugh... yeah, 'm fine. We're alive, an' that's what counts." Barely. Hikari stared at her ankle, hacked at with miniature arrows and spears. It was like Dungeons and Dragons miniatures had come to life and decided to go insane on them. The mini horses were cute, up until they charged. By the Grace of God? More like 'By the Grace of These Damn Hands'. "Shit like this is what I've trained for. I'll let y'know when somethin's actually somethin' y'need t'worry about, alright?"

She knew fighting a vampire so long after she had killed LaBrie would be a tough battle, but she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. That bruise on Rowan's leg looked bad too, but first aid could be administered. All in all, they got very lucky that they weren't killed. Hikari spits out a clot of blood from her mouth and stretches her arms while her Stand flings the blood of its quarry off of its massive thorny claws.

"Yer a mess, Ro." She had brought something for easy cleanup that could prevent this thing from reforming, if the brain was still intact. While she doubted such, she pulls out a small compact UV flashlight and points it at the gore. In about 30 seconds, it starts to sizzle and crackle, catching embers and ash. "I'unno how sensitive y'are t'the sun, but runnin' this over the blood on ya should turn it t'ash that y'can jus' brush off. Then I can put some arnica salve on that leg've yers. That cannon shot got you real good."

Some salve, a bandage, and a bit of bed rest would do him good. She had her own wounds to tend to as well... but with this attack, they needed to be on their toes more than ever. If that little coven of vampires found out sooner rather than later that one of their cohorts was dead, that would put more pressure on the family. Not ideal, but we had t'start somewhere.

“I… would appreciate some time alone, yes.” Angelo said bluntly, his hands slipping casually into the pockets of his suit jacket almost instinctively. It was a comfort thing. It took him a moment to even register Rowan’s… odd choice of attire, but it was barely noticeable to the Mortician, just a flicker of understanding behind the strange suit-wearing man’s eyes. “Thank you for allowing me this chance.” He owed the Mortician one, even if it was perhaps a given requirement.

Angelo almost let out a relieved sigh as Rowan stepped away from him, the mafioso letting out a slow breath as his Stand manifested, pulling itself from his back, bandaged hand grabbing onto the sheet covering Jacob and pulling it free with a dramatic little flourish. Angelo wasn’t… he had seen far too many dead bodies in his time, but it was different when it was a family member. Firestarter loomed over both living and dead for the briefest of moments before Angelo himself moved in closer. His brother’s skin was pallid, the most fitting description he thought was ironically ‘Corpse-like’ really. He kept his gaze away from Jacob’s head, running a hand down his older brother’s arms as he tried to find… something. Anything. Wait a minute- were those divots? They were tiny enough to be almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Like dozens upon dozens of pinpricks. No, they were bigger than pinpricks but only barely. It was less like a pinprick and more like someone had experimented with violent acupuncture for the first time- this was not normal. They looked too fresh to be self-harm injuries as well, what sort of 'suicide' was this? Angelo was already suspicious of the claim, now he really couldn't believe it.

@bxtsence :

I only did Tweek since only he and Rowan has interacted so far xP

bxtsence asked: “It was cool, you should try it sometime.” - Nik (//It’s National Treasure. I had to) 

NATIONAL TREASURE PROMPTS

bxtsence asked: “Yeah so my stand can make stuff multiply by ‘ripping’ or ‘breaking’ it apart. It’s pretty cool! Like just watch what happens if you give me your hat.” 😆 - Nik

bxtsence asked: “What if we got our stands to arm wrestle? I’m curious to see whose would win!” - Nik