if you hold me tight, we'll freeze together

[abyssalflame]

Who: Sidurgu Orl (abyssalflame) and others [open/closed]
What: October things
When: 10/1 - 10/15
Where: Wherever he needs to be?!
Warning(s): Sid is a grump and has many edges.


1)

[Perhaps you're just slow on your quarry, or perhaps you've let them go for one reason or another. Perhaps you're mid-conversation, about to get some pertinent information from them.

But Sid has been tracking this particular associate, none too patiently, and wastes no time driving an enormous blade through their midsection from behind once he feels they're no longer paying attention. A body drops to the ground and off his weapon, which glows under the flow of blood which he makes no effort to clean off. There's the faint sound of a steady dripping on the ground.

He's quiet for a moment, eying the corpse, then casting a glance at whoever happens to have borne witness to his attack.]

If you have a problem, say it. Otherwise, consider it a favor.

[Either he's a terrible kill stealer, or he just slaughtered someone you were planning to interrogate. Either way, he doesn't seem to care what the reaction is, steely-eyed and holding himself tensely.]

2)

[Wildcard! Please feel free to throw a scenario off the top of your head, or ping me at quko to plot!]

Comments

a late 1!

[likethelight]

[ Someone he'd just been talking to. A horribly unsavory man that made Allen's skin crawl, certainly, and had tried to be too chummy with him after a game of cards within the even less savory establishment they'd both stepped out from. A hated sort of interaction that kind of creeped him out, sure, but it seemed like he might have just stumbled across someone who knew more about the incident that happened the week prior from an inside angle. And then —

Then...

Actually, for a moment the boy is just too stunned to even respond as he watches the body drop. Horror, certainly. And yet, even being a kind, gentle sort of person with an innocent kind of face... to see someone cut down in front of him in such a manner —

Before Allen can even process it, he's lunged forward and means to seize Sid by the throat and slam him back in clean and raw rage. With an uncanny speed and strength that doesn't seem normal for human and a strangely iron left-handed grip and complete lack of care that the other is armed. ]

Why would you do that??! [ Although if anything, even if livid it isn't even quite so much that as....

distraught? ]

[abyssalflame]

[The swift, precise movement earns a startled choke from Sid. He'd dropped his guard once his target was well and truly dead, not expecting such a violent reaction from the witness. Adrenaline kicks in after that; he clamps down on the constriction around his throat and attempts to launch a low kick in the interests of jarring Allen enough to force his attention elsewhere, if not winding him outright.]

sorry for the delay! irl demanded sudden hiatus

[likethelight]

[ Because even if he's someone obviously not unaccustomed to fighting and a great deal of horrible and gory things -- is indeed more used to that than kindness... he also someone who only fights to save.

Not kill.

And it's sheer rage at that perhaps that keeps him focused despite the low blow that yes, hits him squarely and he absorbs with a flinch -- and a renewed determination with teeth grit. ]

Stop! [ Yet despite the hand still on the taller man's throat like a dog refusing to let go of a bone -- he lets up, like the strength bleeds from him. Shoulders sag for a moment too, head bowing. Even if he just reacted on impulse, fighting... ]

Just stop it...

[ Isn't that enough already? ]

[abyssalflame]

[The next few moments are... awkward. Sid just kind of stares at Allen, expression neutral, if a little dumbfounded. Finally, he shoves him away -- fuck, distance, he needs distance -- scrambling to collect his blade from where it toppled onto the ground. It's hard to tell if he'll still need it in this situation; rational thought says no, but instincts say yes.]

Is that your way of issuing a threat?

[likethelight]

[ Admittedly he recovers from being shoved like someone ready to leap forward and fight back if he must, hands curled into fists, but holds steady. Draws back for a moment, shoulders straight.

And his expression flattens at that. ]

Depends. Were you planning to murder anyone else?

[abyssalflame]

[That one stings. Sid's reaction is to close his posture defensively, as if to answer an affirmative.]

I'm only doing what was asked.

[Pause.]

...I'll grant you I was hasty on that one. But once we get the information we need from them, it's best to kill them if you ask me.