[PRP] Ashes to Ashes (Ian & Amrita) (violent)

[Enoh Love]

She felt it. Her form was numb and her consciousness was fading fast, but she felt it; the telling pull from one from to the next. The transition from a living body to a long dead corpse. In the recesses of her mind, she cursed; she hadn't caused enough damage fast enough to end it. She still had a little bit of her FEAR left, just enough for her natural ability to kick in, and to reunite herself with her normal body; it meant that the Hunter was still alive, too. Just barely clinging to the last dredges of life, much like herself.

As her FEAR settled back into the patchwork the already stitched throat tore open in a jagged smile, and the bones in her marked hand snapping and twisting, crushed under an invisible weight. Every single wound and ache she had inflicted on the Hunter now reflected perfectly on her patchwork body; an exact set of wounds, down to the very last tear and break.

She had enough time to let out a gurgling noise - one that was now only the ghost of a pained scream - before she fell silent as the grave.

Her mind faded fast, and her final hope, the one thought that seeped from her mind, was that she hoped nobody would find either of them in time.

kuroopu

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

From in the rafters of the room, sat a certain black cat with emerald glowing eyes. It's ribbonized tail dropped down, swaying back and forth as it watched the hunter slit his own throat. It was nice, that smell of copper and seeing the red dye its coat red. Humans humans humans. Night jumped down from his spot, first to examine the human before padding over to the spot where Amrita's patchwork body laid. His queen, the moon. His friend, Amrita.

It wasn't his first time experiencing Amrita after she had attacked a hunter, but he had never seen it so fully in person before. He was jealous of the undead, to be able to move like that. To be able to control like that. Ah.

Her body gave a sigh, a sign that she had returned, as well as the wounds to fill in. Fear leaked a bit from them, instead of blood as Night watched thoughtfully. Pretty soon though, he turned into his humanoid form, cradling the patchwork in his arms like he had done once before and headed out of the haunted house.

"Close to killing yourself Little queen" Night repeated cheerfully, "Can't let that happen yet!"

Enoh Love

 

[medigel]

All he had wanted to do was visit the Haunted House at last. In all of his time at Deus, Jack had yet to make a formal patrol. The class time had been used to familiarize himself with how golems worked (like s**t, he had since concluded), and with that out of the way he had wanted to dip his toes into this odd little niche between the human and Halloween worlds. Jack had theories he wanted to test and not enough time to try them. Thus he had entered the place with, if not high hopes, at least a sense of contentment that he had finally allotted time for himself to check it out in his otherwise strict schedule. It was meant to be a treat.

Which was why he shouldn't have been surprised to find himself, within minutes, running across a little incident to ruin it. Jack never got nice things.

The stark contrast of white and gold and red against the musty, muted colors of the mansion was enough of a pull for his eyes. The broken mirror next to the body reflected distortions as he cautiously neared. (( You and corpses, )) Owain tried to joke, though he was on edge more than his owner was. Nothing else stirred, however.

Once there, Jack crouched and quickly assessed the situation as he scanned the body. "I was having a good day, god ******** damn it. You people need to stop breaking." He would have kicked Ian out of pure frustration if the situation hadn't looked so dire.

But his hands were quick, his thoughts quicker. When Jack was sure the bandage was firmly in place (literally a mere band-aid against an infection for what it was worth, judging from the blood loss), he hoisted the man up with a grunt.

(( Do you think this is related? )) The giant was perusing his thoughts, the little connections: the infirmary glance with Stormy's group, the odd behavior with Shiloh before the recent Sahara visit, old memories of comparison between the two, the texts he had managed to squeeze from his ex.

Isn't everything? Jack replied wryly, though there was no bite behind it. His mind was already beginning to sink back into work mode as he grabbed the pendant and whisked them both back to Deus, long legs eating the distance towards the infirmary.

kuroopu