#epihae

[10:20:54 AM] Huebris: Let us just enjoy this little tidbit:

[10:21:13 AM] Huebris: What would have happened if Epihae actually did set flame to Hybris

[10:21:25 AM] Decima: Decima would have killed him.

[10:21:29 AM] Decima: Right there

[10:21:47 AM] Decima: After making sure Hybris was extinguished

[10:21:53 AM] Huebris: I wonder

[10:22:04 AM] Huebris: How would Demitr react to finding out Hybris was killed?

[10:22:18 AM] Decima: Violently

[10:22:23 AM] Huebris: God I

[10:22:26 AM] Huebris: I kind of

[10:22:28 AM] Decima: No

[10:22:30 AM] Huebris: I kind of want to RP that

[10:22:31 AM] Decima: Stop it

[10:22:34 AM] Huebris: I want to

[10:22:40 AM] Huebris: Some sick part of me wants to see that

[10:22:47 AM] Decima: AU where Hybris was killed by Epihae?

[10:22:51 AM] Decima: Oh gods...

[10:23:05 AM] Huebris: Just as an offshoot timeline or something

[10:23:35 AM] Decima: We'd have to snag Xad and Make sure he/she knew it was a sideplot and noncannon AU.

[10:23:46 AM] Decima: Probably need Ecanus too

[10:24:02 AM] Decima: And if this happened NOW... while Blanco is gone.

[10:24:07 AM] Decima: Oh fuckshitstack

[10:24:13 AM] Huebris: Oh my god

[10:24:14 AM] Decima: You sick bastard...

[10:24:19 AM] Decima: now /I/ wanna see it

[10:24:26 AM] Huebris: It's a plauge.

[10:24:35 AM] Decima: I think... we need to make this a thing...

[10:24:44 AM] Huebris: I think so too

[10:24:49 AM] Decima: Like Skype side plot thing

[10:24:51 AM] Huebris: I'll buy the tissues

[10:24:59 AM] Huebris: I cannot even

[10:25:03 AM] Huebris: Fathom

[10:25:03 AM] Huebris: The sads

[10:25:15 AM] Decima: Someone else would have contact Demitr, becasue Decima would be in a rage

[10:25:50 AM] Decima: We can recruit Cass in as Ludere for contacting Demi and handling Decima in the aftermath

[10:26:10 AM] Huebris: We need multiple AUs in which all of our characters died

[10:26:10 AM] Decima: Oh fuck.. I see it.

[10:26:17 AM] Huebris: How would everyone react to:

[10:26:20 AM] Decima: Epi lights Hybris

[10:26:31 AM] Decima: Decima tries to save him. Epi runs

[10:26:41 AM] Decima: Decima fails in the life-saving

[10:26:53 AM] Decima: Instead of crying, her face goes stone cold

[10:27:11 AM] Decima: Ludere sees her stand up and start to go out the door.

[10:27:18 AM] Decima: "Where are you going?"

[10:27:24 AM] Decima: "Bitch-hunting"

[10:27:40 AM] Huebris: Jesus fuck

[10:27:41 AM] Huebris: This

[10:27:45 AM] Huebris: This needs to be a thing

[10:27:53 AM] Huebris: We need multiple AUs of things like this

[10:28:03 AM] Decima: We wanted to know what would happen if Decima became a fallen hero... THat would do it

[10:28:13 AM] Huebris: Lets see here

[10:28:20 AM] Huebris: How would everyone react to:

[10:28:22 AM] Huebris: Ethano dying

[10:28:27 AM] Huebris: Thedia Dying

[10:28:42 AM] Huebris: Folvac killing Phoebe

[10:28:48 AM] Decima: Ludere dying

[10:28:53 AM] Huebris: omg no

[10:29:12 AM] Huebris: Uh...

[10:29:15 AM] Huebris: Lakuri Dying

[10:29:32 AM] Decima: Decima dying

[10:29:43 AM] Huebris: Demitr dying

[10:30:02 AM] Huebris: Everyone dying except for one person

[10:30:13 AM] Decima: Epihae lol

[10:30:19 AM] Huebris: Fuckin hell lol

[10:30:41 AM] Huebris: Mikeil dying

[10:30:51 AM] Decima: ::screeches::

[10:31:00 AM] Huebris: Dzenik dying violently

[10:31:20 AM] Huebris: -Cries in a corner-

[10:31:27 AM] Huebris: Oh my god

[10:31:34 AM] Decima: Shagai accidently killing Lillae during a particularly violent vision.

[10:31:42 AM] Huebris: Ohmygod

[10:31:47 AM] Huebris: Alturo Dying

[10:31:56 AM] Decima: What is all this sadstuck!

[10:32:10 AM] Huebris: List of things that need to happen

[10:32:15 AM] Huebris: Sacrificial tears

[10:32:35 AM] Decima: This needs to be posted

[10:32:49 AM] Huebris: Blanco going into a rage and accidentally killing Decima

[10:33:04 AM] Decima: I don't think people realize how many times that has almost happened...

[10:33:35 AM] Huebris: Another variant:

[10:33:43 AM] Huebris: Blanco accidentally killing Hybris

[10:33:55 AM] Decima: ::RIGHT IN THE FEELS::

[10:34:08 AM] Huebris: *Critical Hit*

[10:35:39 AM] Decima: Laveri killing Decima

[10:35:54 AM] Huebris: HNNG

[10:36:09 AM] Huebris: Hybris.exe has stopped responding

[10:36:18 AM] Decima: ::Evil cackle::

[10:36:36 AM] Huebris: Answer:Blood

[10:36:39 AM] Huebris: So

[10:36:41 AM] Huebris: Much

[10:36:42 AM] Huebris: blood

[10:37:07 AM] Huebris: You'd think a hotdog stand fucking exploded

Epihae: -He leaned againstt a ttrree, putttting his hands in his pocketts and sighing again-

Trixie: *And Here Comes With Bitch, Strolling Up In The Twilight Hours. No Fire Or Humming. Too Lost In Thought.*

Epihae: -He looked up as he saw TTrrixie, tthen gulped and shiftted off tto tthe side, hoping she wouldn'tt nottice himm. He was in no mmood tto fightt anybody att tthe mmommentt-

Trixie: *Nope, No Luck For That Little Shit. She Grins Like A Cheshire Cat As She Approaches Him* Well Well Well, Just The Motherfucker I Wanted To See.. ;oD

Epihae: You /wantted/ tto see mme? Ain'tt tthatt a fanfuckinttasttic surrprrise... -He mmutttterred, sttarring att herr witth annoyance in his gaze- Whatt's up, anyways? Witth mmy mmattesprritt nott arround herre tto attttack, I figurred you'd gett borred of mme.

Trixie: How Can I Get Bored Of Such A Little Bag Of Miracles Like You, Epihae. *Walk Up To Him, Stopping Just Inside An Arm'S Length Away* And I Never Attacked The Little Red Bird. We Just Talked. I Told You I Wouldn'T Do Any Wickedness To Her And I Kept My Word. I Do That.

Epihae: You should keep yourr worrd mmorre. Altthough, I've neverr ttrrustted chucklefucks like you. Pleasanttrries aside, whatt do you wantt?

Trixie: Straight To Business, Hmm? I Can Appreciate That. *Chuckles Wide* I Have A Proposition For You. You Are Decent With Your Little Chemical Funbags, And I Know Of A Way You Can Put All That Destructive Nature To Use And Protect Your Girl And Yourself In The Process.

Epihae: ...-he paused forr a mmommentt- Desttrructtive natturre... chemmicals? I do worrk witth chemmicals and explosions and whattnott... butt whatt arre you getttting att exacttly? I don'tt enjoy mmaking deals witth ttrrolls I don'tt ttrrustt. Deals and generral arre bad ideas. Is ttherre any fine prrintt I can rread, a conttrractt?

Trixie: Let'S Put It Into Perspective, Epihae. I Am Fully Aware Of A Jugglefull Of People Who Want To Use Your Insides As Wall Hanging, And I Have Most Of Them On Speed Dial. They Just Haven'T Found You... Yet. I Can Continue To Make Sure That Doesn'T Happen.

Trixie: And, I'M The One Making Sure That More Wicked Fuckers Than Me Don'T Catch Drift That Your Pretty Little Red Bird Is Practically Your Reason For Living, If You Hear Me *Honks Darkly*

Epihae: -He narrrrowed his eyes- Oh, of courrse, why should I be surrprrised tthatt you know mmostt of tthe ttrrolls tthatt wantt mme dead orr ttorrtturred? MMy rreason forr living? Don'tt you darre go nearr Lakurri...! TTell mme tthen, chucklefuck, whatt is itt you wantt mme tto do?

Trixie: Clown Have Long Memories And Know Lots Of Bitches. We'Re Thick As Thieves, Motherfucker. ;oD. *She Tilts Her Head* Listen Up Bitchtits. I Give You The Location Of A Hive, And I Want You To Light It Up Like It'S Twelfth Perigree Until It All Falls Down, No Questions Asked. Then, You Keep Your Mouth Shut. You Even Think To Hard That Is Wasn'T Your Idea, I'Ll Have No Reason To Keep Not Telling The Fish Where The Food Is. But Before That... I'Ll Have No Reason Not Protect Your Red Blood, If Not Cage The Pretty Bird Myself. You Hear Me? *Eyes Deadly Focused With A Malicious Grin*

Epihae: -He sttarred att herr, his eyes sttill narrrrowed. She couldn'tt do itt herrself, could she? Because if a highblood burrned down a hive, itt would be a mmuch larrgerr case, huh? Butt if a lowblood did itt... well, itt would be justt known as a case of rrebellion. He tthoughtt aboutt tthis forr a mmommentt. TThose mmonsttrrous highbloods, tthe seadwellerrs ttoo, TTrrixie knew tthemm. He didn'tt wantt whatt happened tto himm tto happen tto Lakurri. He lett outt a slow brreatth, tthen focused on TTrrixie- Depends whatt happens if I do ask questtions.

Trixie: That'S Not How This Is Going To Go Down. You Fire It Up And Then Get Real Good At The Quiet Game, And No One Has Anything To Worry About. You Start Getting All Quizzical, And I Start Getting Creative...

Epihae: -He paused forr a mmommentt. TThis was nott how he wantted ttoday tto worrk outt, he didn'tt wantt himmself tto gett tthrreattened intto possibly killing a ttrroll, he didn'tt like tthis att all. Butt whatt could he do?- ...Give mme tthe locattion of tthe hive, and do mme a favorr and help mme gett back tthe chemmicals tthatt sommebody in Etthano's hive sttole frromm mme, and tthatt place will be brrightterr tthan a bonfirre beforre you can even say 'mmurrderr.' -He rreplied, his voice cold and hosttile-

Trixie: *Her Lips Curl Into The Most Bloodthirsty Happy Smile Possible.* What'S Your Favorite Flavor? *Reaches Behind Her Back And Pulls Out Various Bottle Of Explosive And Flammable Chemicals From Her Sylladex* Honk Honk. ;oD

Epihae: -He glarred sttrraightt back att herr smmile, he was obviously nott happy att all. He pulled his hood up overr his head and putt his horrns tthrrough ttwo horrns in tthe ttop. He looked att tthe flammmmable/explosive chemmicals and nodded in apprroval.- I do hope none of tthese costt anytthing.

Trixie: Just Paying For Your Ticket In Advance, Motherfucker, But You Earned That A Long Time Ago. Tools Of The Trade. Just Remember What The Price Is If You Lose The Quiet Game About Anything Pertaining To This Conversation.....

Epihae: -He ttiltted his head att herr, beforre nodding and rreaching forrwarrd tto grrab a few bottttles of tthe chemmicals he rrecognized- You have yourrself a deal, as mmuch as I dislike tthis... I burrn down tthe hive, and I keep quiett aboutt itt, whatt happens aftterrwarrds?

Trixie: If You Win The Quiet Game, Nothing. I Keep My Word, And So Do You, And Everyone Is Happy.

Epihae: ...Itt's ttrruly sickening how you tthink of all tthis as a gamme. -He slipped a few of tthe chemmicals intto his pockett- Now, who is tthe unlucky ttrroll?

Trixie: What Part Of No Questions Did You Not Motherfuckin' Understand?! *Raises Her Voice, Punctuating The Seriousness*

Trixie: I Said I'D Give You A Location, Not A Motherfuckin Name. Listen When A Clown Talks At You.

Epihae: -His gaze did nott waverr as he conttinued tto glarre att herr- Oh, butt don'tt I have tto ask a questtion tto rreceive tthe locattion of tthe hive?

Trixie: No. I Planned On Informing You That Part. Hard To Play The Game If You Don'T Know Where The Puzzle Is At.

Epihae: Yeah. Inforrmmattion would be cool. I'mm kind of justt scrrammbling arround in tthe darrk overr herre.

Trixie: *Gives Him A Set Of Coordinates* Oh.... And Epihae. You Don'T Keep Any Part Of Your End, And I'Ll Have No Reason To Keep Up Mine. And I Will Know How Completely You Succeed Or Fail.

Epihae: -He looked overr tthemm quickly his eyes scanning tthe coorrdinattes beforre shiftting back up tto TTrrixie- I underrsttand. As horrrrible as tthis ttask is, I will do itt. Be warrned, if you faltterr in yourr own way and if I do nott faltterr in mmine... tthen ttherre will be hell tto pay.

Trixie: Honk... *Laughs* You Have No Idea, Motherfucker. *Looks Up At The Sky* You Better Get Your Shit In Gear.

Ecanus: *if anYthing, he is sleeping bY a washed up whale corpse bY the beach*

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.-

[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