#decimakishan

Narrator changed the conversation topic to "Location: An unassuming hive designed in an almost honeycomb pattern. It sits at the edge of a clearing and is just far enough outside the city to be safe, but close enough to convenience for travel. Currently, There are no lights on in or around the hive.".

Epihae: -TThe nightt was silentt. He knew he had tto worrk fastt. A mmission assigned tto a lowblood, tto keep his quadrrantt safe. TTo keep his rreason forr life safe. TThe ttrroll mmoved quickly ttowarrds tthe hive, occasionally glancing down att tthe coorrdinattes he had been given. TThis seemmed tto be tthe rrightt hive... he knew he was playing itt dangerrous by hesittatting, butt he wantted tto see who he could possibly be mmurrderring. He slowly did a walk arround tthe hive, ttrrying tto sttarre intto tthe darrk hive. TThe only tthing tthatt gave his posittion away was tthe orrange jackett he had on and tthe horrns tthatt sttuck outt of his jackett. His face was hidden by his gas mmask, and his hands sttayed att his sides forr now. Butt he slowly rreached intto his jackett pockett, his hand currling arround one of tthe chemmicals tthatt chucklefuck had given himm.-

Narrator: ::There are no lights on, and it has an empty quiet. It appears as if no one is home, or they are already sleeping. The Front and back doors are locked ::

Epihae: -He hoped tto god tthatt ttherre was nobody homme. TThatt he could burrn down tthe hive and be done witth itt. Nobody would gett hurrtt, only valuables would be burrned. Butt he couldn'tt help butt feel as if tthis was going tto be a crruel experrience forr himm. He hesittatted, beforre setttting up tthe chemmicals. He sprread one of tthe mmorre dangerrous and flammmmable chemmicals arround tthe hive, yett, he was getttting mmorre and mmorre currious by tthe second. Who was he possibly killing? TTrrixie had said, no questtions, yett tthis wasn'tt a questtion he was asking. Itt was an answerr he was figurring outt. Aftterr getttting tthe prroperr chemmicals in place, he mmade a quick decision. He keptt one of his smmokebommbs close tto his hands, in case he had tto mmake a rrun forr itt. He picked up tthe explosive chemmical, ttossing itt a few ttimmes in his hands, beforre tthrrowing itt as harrd as he could ttowarrds tthe window. His plan was tto jummp in, look arround forr a few mminuttes beforre tthe rrestt of tthe flammmmable chemmicals actted up, and tthen jummp outt-

Narrator: ::The high pitch of glass shattering destroyed the silence, but the chemicals beginning to work casted a dim light. The living room was clean and well kept, with a book shelf full of everything from fantasy novels to history, first aid, and other how to books. From the decor alone, it was obvious the owner of the hive was well off but not flamboyant, so it easily ruled out a low-blood target. The kitchen was also well-kept, the only odd things being an empty bottles of faygo in the trashcan, red and purple flavors. The colors were neutral and relaxing, with shades of tan, light blue, and teal. There is no sound or light from upstairs as the chaos begins::

Epihae: -He walked ttowarrds tthe window as tthe dimm lightt of firre firrstt filled up tthe hive. He quickly pulled himmself intto tthe window, landing on his feett and looking arround tthe hive. A well keptt hive... a fancy one forr surre. He looked ttowarrds tthe bookshelves, looking forr a pictturre of tthe ttrroll, any mmemmorries orr anytthing. He tthoughtt tthis ttrroll mmustt have had a nice life beforre tthis, butt he ttook a peek intto tthe kittchen and nearrly snorrtted in disgustt. Faygo in tthe ttrrashcan? Why would ttherre be tthatt nastty beverrage in herre? He paused forr a mmommentt, looking arround, beforre looking ttowarrds tthe sttairrcase. He wasn'tt going tto lett tthemm burrn, if tthe ttrroll was herre, he would give tthemm a swiftt deatth. He slowly sttarrtted walking up tthe sttairrs, brringing ttwo long and pottenttially fattal needles outt of his pocketts. He slowly walked up, hearring tthe sounds of tthe chaos and firre below. He didn'tt have long, justt walk intto ttheirr rrespitte block, kill tthemm, and tthen jummp back outt tthe window tto wattch tthe descttrructtion he caused.-

Narrator: ::Any photography or hanging in the common spaces were generic but lovely to look at. Soothing images of flowers and such. The climb up the stairs was short, but the results fruitful. No one was home. Compared to the rest of the hive, the bedroom was messy. A few articles of clothing here and there, the bed wasn't made. Here there were pictures, A smiling pair of familiar faces, one painted and one not. The writing desk had study materials of various medical varieties on it, and a few all to familiar tools. Between the dishevled blouses with the troll's symbol in teal and the photos, there was no doubt left in the firebug's mind. This was the hive of Decima Kishan::

Epihae: -He looked arround tthe rrespitteblock warrily, alerrtt forr any signs of life orr painttings. TThe smmoke was sttarrtting tto fill tthe hive, tthe lightt of tthe deadly chemmical firre getttting brrightterr. Butt he could sttill see whatt was going on arround himm. He looked arround, tthe mmedical varrietties, tthe books downsttairrs, even tthe faygo. He fell tto his knees when he rrealized whatt he had done. Who's hive tthis was. 'No.' A voice quiettly said in his mmind, his eyes werre wide behind his mmask, tthe sound of tthe firre and tthe sound of wood burrning seemmed tto fade outt. 'No.' Camme tthatt voice again, clearrerr tthis ttimme. Epihae couldn'tt believe itt was herr hive, he rrefused tto believe itt. He gott up and sttummbled arround as tthe rrealizattion hitt himm harrderr tthan a punch tto tthe face. He wantted tto scrreamm outt forr help, he wantted tto see if she was sttill ttherre. Butt he couldn'tt mmanage itt. He rran and ttummbled down tthe sttairrs, tthen jummped outt tthe window he had orriginally gone tthrrough. He didn'tt even ttake a look back. He feltt like he had doommed his forrmmerr frriend. He had rruined ttheirr frriendship. When he was farr enough away, when tthe hive was justt a glowing blob in tthe disttance, he tthrrew off his mmask and fell down, wrrapping his arrmms arround himmself and letttting outt a choked sob.- N-n-nnnno. Ffffuck no. -He mmanaged tto whimmperr, holding his head now- I fffucked up. I-I'mm so fucking s-sorrrry. -He

Epihae: -He didn'tt say tthis tto anybody in parrtticularr, butt he feltt like he almmostt had tto apologize.-

And Demitr-mod FTW!

[1:14:15 PM] Jessica Widdershins: Did we seriously just inadvertently come up with a way to redeem Epihae!

[1:15:42 PM] Blanco: we did

:: blackCaricature begins Trolling bellicoseEminence::

bC: Demitr? You around?

bE: Yes.

bC: Might I steal a few moments of your time? I was wondering how Hybris is doing...

bE: It seems as though you're already doing that. His condition is not critical but he has not woken from his coma as of yet, thanks to that clown of yours.

bC: My clown was acting like a moirail, and I stopped him as soon as I realized he went aggressive.

bC: and you could have told me to fuck off, and assuming your tending our mutual quadrant, I would have.

bE: There isn't much tending to do at the moment.

bE: The nurses here are perfectly capable of changing his IV drip themselves. Unlike you, I plan to let them do their jobs.

bE: In case you didn't read it right the first time, let me repeat myself. He's in a coma. Not much tending to do.

bC: I read your statement perfectly well the first time, and honestly if there was a way to bypass your snark right now, I would. My patience is thin enough as it is, I am worried about Hybris and cannot see to him myself.

bE: Good. He's better off without you constantly hovering around him. Besides, the nurses and doctors here are a lot better than what you might be able to find above water anyway.

bC: Part of the reason I instructed you to take him to an Oceanic facility in the first place.

bE: I would have done it anyway.

bE: By the way, your moirail, you should keep tighter reins on him.

bC: You have no right talking about Blanco like a domesticated bark beast. None.

bC: Not without much more perspective.

bE: Oh no, I wasn't speaking in that way.

bE: I meant it as more of a warning.

bC: Is this seriously where this conversation is going?

bC: Empty threats are not becoming of you, Demitr

bE: You're right, they aren't.

bE: But they're what you apparently want to hear right now and I assure you, you aren't hearing them right now.

bC: ...

bC: And you apparently aren't hearing my statement on needing perspective, or you wouldn't be making threats I know to be hollow, given said unobtained perspective.

bE: Alright, fine.

bE: You'll know just how hollow they are when you find your moirail with a hole through his abdomen.

bC: I will kill you, if he doesn't kill you first.

bC: And I do not mean that in some metaphorical blackflirt bullshit sort of way.

bC: Seriously, I have had it up to here having to stand between my quadrants over misunderstandings and poor communication!

bE: You're welcome to try.

bE: You're also welcome to try and dissuade me from doing it. I wish you the best of luck, though, for I would have no qualms killing the clown as it is.

bC: Did you ever stop to think how Blanco was able to do that much damage that quick? Or why he would, especially with he and Hybris forming a friendship as of late?

bC: Wait, that would involve you thinking. You can strike my question from the record if you like.

bE: Your attempt at an insult is dully noted and promptly ignored.

bE: There are ways to deal with clowns, Decima. It's been done before and can very easily happen again.

bE: As for Hybris and he forming a friendship and then the former of the two being beaten into a coma, I don't particularly care about whatever reasoning the clown had.

bC: I'll remember that, so if you ever observe one of Hybris' quadrants admitting to infidelity, I can remind you that you have no place getting upset and retaliating on your moirail's behalf...

bC: Again, perspective, you ignorant little fuck.

bE: Are you attempting to tell me that, after his own mishaps with previous quadrants, Hybris was unfaithful?

bE: Disregard that rhetorical question, actually. I don't care.

bE: Hybris is an idiot but he's also my responsibility and, if your clown touches him again, he won't be breathing long.

bC: Yes, with two other seadweller simultaneously, one of which liveblogs if you don't believe me, and the other who wears your sigil for some unknown reason.

bC: Blanco walked in to see his moirail in tears, asked what happened, to which Hybris apologetically admitted again.

bC: Hybris didn't defend himself at all. I stopped Blanco as soon as I realized what was happening, which is when you happened to saunter in.

bE: You are Blanco's responsibility, in a way, yes, but Hybris is also my responsibility. Whether he fights back or not is irrelevant. I suggest taking that in mind.

bE: Seadwellers, hm? Seems his taste is getting better.

bE: My sigil, though. Strange...

bE: Did you happen to catch the name of the one wearing my sigil?

bC: Vargus

bC: Glad to see where your priorities lie in all of this.

bE: Would you not find it odd to happen across a troll wearing your sigil?

bE: In case your feeble mind did not register it, that too was a rhetorical question.

bE: My priority is still Hybris. Though he's in a coma right now, so there isn't much I can do with him at the moment.

bE: What did Vargus look like?

bC: I thought it was your shirt I picked up off the floor, it was sufficiently tacky enough, color and symbol aside.

bC: First glance was Seadweller and naked. He had some torso and facial scarring.

bC: In hindsight, his horns were remarkably similar to yours...

bE: ... Interesting.

bE: Any particularly noticeable features on his face? Facial scarring?

bC: That is what I said.

bE: Where on his face.

bC: Given the circumstance, you are expecting me to remember facial details of one of the waders involved in this whole debacle?

bC: I want you to just ponder the implications of your inquiry...

bE: From what you tell me,it must have been a traumatic experience for you. People tend to remember details of traumatic experiences more than anything.

bE: Or perhaps you were not able to see beyond your own tears?

bE: You really aren't good for much, are you?

bC: I simply wanted you to attempt thinking beyond yourself for once, but your response has proven yet again how egocentric your existence really is.

bC: And Across the bridge of his nose to a point under his right eye, and a second mostly vertical scar down the center of his left eye.

bE: Ah, so you do remember. You're good for something yet.

bE: Keep in mind that your mental state does not actually matter to me, Decima.

bC: I never said I didn't.

bC: And congratulations, I don't have to be in your presence to be sickened by you. Just your digital presentation is enough to reinforce the exact kind of base life for you are.

bE: In that case, feel free to continue speaking to me electronically.

bC: ...

bC: You know what. No. I'm just... done.

bC: If you could let Hybris know I need to talk with him once he is awake and well, I would consider it a debt, despite how idiotic being indebted to you might be. I can only hope you best wishes for your moirail outweigh your desire to bring suffering to your spade.

bE: As great as that desire is, my best wishes for my moirail far outweigh any prioritizing that involves you in any way.

bE: And I will tell him. Though I know not exactly when he will awaken.

bC: For what it's worth, thank you.

:: blackCaricature ceases Trolling bellicoseEminence::