Feb 16, 2019
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anyways, who’s gonna give me the blood & gore threads i long for.
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“There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”
The man’s back was to the woman as she spat out her angry remark like a cobra spat out venom, not moving the slender suited figure from his spot as he gazed down at a shadowed table before him and all his chrome and stainless steel toys laying out in display. Of course from her spot latched to a single wooden chair in the center of the room stained in years of death and blood, she wouldn’t be able to see what exactly was in store for her. In truth, she wouldn’t know much of where she was or if anyone could hear her; Charles having long since perfected his art of drugging and dragging his playmates to keep them from ever knowing where they have been held. He felt it added to the atmosphere and the suspense, as well as kept any unruly and unfortunate victims from returning to seek revenge. With his jacket removed and neatly hung be the door, and his button up sleeves rolled up to the elbow, Charles stood silent for several long minutes as he contemplated what he had to do if she were to continue on this path of resistance. Mentally preparing himself for the hell they were both in for if she simply wouldn’t comply. How he hated to tear down a woman the way he did, though in this moment he had no choice, the powers that be had him by the short and curlies, and were insistent that he follow out every order. Finally, with a drawn out breath the lithe man slowly turned to face the damsel in his grasp, resting his hands on the table behind him as his cold sea foamed green eyes stared her down with a mental pleading to comply. Wishing nothing more than to release her - but he knew better. “Non, cheri, zere are many ways jou will tell me shit. In what way, will be up to jou.” Charles explained flatly, “I will ask jou again. Where is Dante and where did he take ze briefcase?”
[Open-If you dare, I'll show you HELL]
"—do you know who I am? And what I have in store for you? Death is going to be a long way off. Until then, all I have to say to you is, hold on very tight, this is gunna hurt."
@jaden--yuuki (pre current, Seventh age -1000)
The stolen puzzle, his latest acquisition, was all jitters with fresh magic. The surge of strength was something Yugi hadn't felt in years but it aided only mildly in assuaging the frantic shuddering of his infected soul. Phasing in out of nothingness he dropped the last two feet to the harsh ground of the park turf.
He cocked his head, sniffing the air, lips wet and throat dry. There was blood in the metaphorical water and short on time he was in no way amicable to screwing around tonight. He had goals and they must be achieved at all costs: question Jaden Yuki, find the other Yugi Motou, and slaughter the infected. Step one could not be delayed.
Trying to sync himself with the new dimension he sniffed again, heart beats sending out tiny radar waves of magic looking for his current mark. Domino was an eerie place in the crisp night air under the streetlights and it was difficult to acclimatize as he rushed the procedure but- Ah, yes, there!
Yugi's bloodlust, his panic, was at zenith. The longer every moment delayed him the wilder he became and slipping through the park he rather hoped Jaden was quick on the uptake.
For his own sake.