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

Sadu + Magnai

[abyssalflame]

[It hasn't even been a month yet, and Sid has already had more than he can take. It's only a matter of time at this rate before Sadu sets the house ablaze, or Magnai tries to cleave into her skull and gets the furniture instead.

Instead of sitting on his thumbs, though, he's decided to drag them both to a bar whether they like it or not, hoping the alcohol will loosen them up enough to at least be tolerable for an evening. Or offer a better understanding of one another under more honest pretenses, or some bullshite like that. Maybe if he's lucky, they'll black out and he'll have peace and quiet for a blessed while.

He levels an unamused glance at both man and woman as the bartender lines up an array of shot glasses upon Sid's request, all filled with clear drink.]

Pick a shot and we'll down it at the same time. One's a surprise, and don't even think about whinging if you get it.

X'rhun

[abyssalflame]

[Continued from here.]

[He's screwed.

Even so, he's not going to go down in a burnt-up heap; he's at least going to try and struggle to the bitter end. Somehow, he manages the strength to roll onto his stomach again, but finds trouble thereafter in making his arms work when they're covered in puncture wounds. The majority of the assault was softened by his armor, and it doesn't feel like anything vitally important is damaged, but... gods damn it, does it hurt.

Why the bloody hells did he bother doing that again? She's going to hear it from him the next time they meet.

...If there is a next time at this rate. He lays his fist on the ground with a grunt and tries to rise on uncooperative arms, which don't seem to be able to support the weight of an Auri man clad in heavy armor at the moment.]

You've-- got to be kidding me, urgh...

[He's going to go down just like Fray at this rate: under unfortunate circumstances, and with a whimper rather than a blaze of glory like they'd always hoped. Considering he'd also been so upfront about declaring he has a reason to live, he needs to get up and find help.]

Rielle...

[Barely conscious, he drops to the ground again, the flag still tangled around his arm.]

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? ]

wildcard

[baguablade]

[ Rather than walking in right after Sid's done the dirty deed, Cain's busy stalking his prey quite happily. The man is taking a meandering path through the edges of the city's outlying forest, not being careful at all to be on the lookout for anyone following him. It makes Cain's job quite easy. With his clothes mostly blending into the greenery, his soft footsteps and careful distance would keep even a more alert man from noticing his presence.

He's frowning to himself, trying to puzzle out what exactly the man's doing out here, though. The man keeps muttering to himself, checking patches of leaves. Looking for a particular plant, maybe? It's hard to tell, and Cain's just resolved to capture the man and question him himself when the man straightens up, pointed, like a dog that's caught a scent.

Hastily, Cain ducks behind a conveniently large, nearby boulder.

Only to find that he's not exactly alone in his pursuit. ]

—You? [ He keeps his voice low, but he's still startled to see the man from back in the fight club arena. ]