bluer than velvet was the night

[fingerbang]

WHO: crucioyou insineration
WHERE: STARTING JUST OUTSIDE A COFFEE SHOP; PROBABLY ENDING IN A CREEPY WAREHOUSE
WHEN: 8 to 9 PM on whatever night it was Lust suggested they kill some dude, or a few days later! I have totally forgotten when it was. 8[
WARNINGS: spoiler alert, guys, they're killing some dude
SUMMARY: It's basically an episode of Sex and the City if instead of buying Manolos, Sarah Jessica Parker engaged in recreational murder!
FORMAT: quicklog and oh god i swear my responses will be shorter than this hideous bloated intro

[It's far too windy tonight, whipping her hair back and forth around her face in patterns that are almost manic, but staying inside is quite out of the question as far as Lust is concerned; instead she's standing with her back straight against the wall of a building, waiting and apparently quite uninterested in her surroundings. After all, it'll be so much easier for a random civilian to note two women meeting when it's well-lit and pedestrian; given what direction this night is going in, she'd rather nobody but the too-obliging barista who gave her this disposable cup of coffee remember her face. They've arranged to meet, so it's only a matter of time before she arrives and Lust sees her new--whatever Bellatrix Lestrange can be classified as--in the flesh. She's no ally yet, and friends are still rather a foreign concept to Lust, but it's an interesting relationship nevertheless--potentially a useful one. Hopefully, this night will cement it as something beneficial for the both of them.

And it's a little nice, really, to have found someone so willing to engage in this again. Despite herself, her thoughts--in the back of her head, of course, and only subconscious--can't help but return to an equally bloody night more than two years ago, with another being entirely, after she learned that her only purpose in the City had been taken from her. The circumstances are quite different, of course; this time, though she doesn't know it, it's Bellatrix's purpose that's been stolen from her along with her powers, her leader she'll never see again. Also, this time the murder of innocents probably isn't going to lead to the most awkward sex ever months down the line, but whatever, man, semantics.

Lust's communicator is in the pocket of the jacket she's wearing to shield herself from the cold and the eyes of the public, switched on but not broadcasting, and one of her hands is tucked in the other. Her face, looking even paler than usual against the stupid backdrop of all that hair, may be impassive and unreadable, but the mind working behind it is surprisingly excited.]

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Mm? You take him first. [Wow that doesn't sound at all sexual, you go Lust Coco. She examines her right hand casually, the nails still extended.] It's only polite.

[The man says... something about his kids and to please stop he'll do anything, god I suck at NPCs.]

[curses]

How magnanimous of you. [Bella tilts her head, pausing to survey her...prey? Victim? Entertainment? Either way, after a moment, she grabs him by his hair, pulling down until the soft skin of his neck is exposed to the sharp edge of her dagger. She presses down gently, until the skin breaks and blood is drawn.

The man screams louder and she frowns, oblivious to his cries of mercy. No, starting from his neck would kill him too fast. She considers for another second before stabbing downwards in one swift motion, right into his gut. Like that would kill him any less quickly. But she made sure not to have gone through any of (the more important) internal organs.

She glances at Lust.] Go on.

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[Lust watches her intently, her lips curled up in the beginning of a smile, and when the other woman strikes they finally make it all the way there. Her teeth are sharper than one would expect, vaguely serrated at the edges, which I have definitely never mentioned in a log with her before. She doesn't lean down to touch him--there are moments where she relishes that intimacy, but this isn't one of them--sending her nails shooting out to pierce him through the left palm instead. He shrieks.

Oh my god, Jesus, please--

Her expression hasn't changed a note.]

I told you to be quiet.

[With that, she holds her nails for another deliberately stretched-out moment, then twists, mangling the hand which was already half-ruined--the way she should have with the Colonel, but that was three years and a lifetime ago and she won't allow herself to think of it now.]

Now, are you going to listen to me?

[curses]

[i feel honored. Anyway, Bella raises an eyebrow as Lust's teeth catches her attention, but her attention is immediately diverted as the man's screams grow louder -- the other woman has just stabbed him through the hand. She closes her eyes as she relishes his screams of agony.]

Oh, let him be. [Silence would mean he's given up, and what fun would it be if they didn't beg?] Though I suppose you can gag him if it's bothering you that much.

[She kneels down in front of him, giving no mind to the blood that seeps through her clothing. There's a reason why she always wears black. She raises her dagger again, running it down his torso, tearing his shirt and pressing deep enough to pierce a shallow wound on his body.]

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[She's still smiling, more because of Bellatrix's obvious enjoyment than anything else. It's the kind of thing she would chasten Envy for, but this isn't family, and it's not Amestris. Maybe she kind of enjoys it too, let's be honest, when she isn't denying herself.]

I'll know who to blame if it gives me a headache. [HA HA JOKING ABOUT TORTURE]

[curses]

[IT'S WHAT ALL THE COOL KIDS DO]

I'll let you slit his throat later. [Sometimes her own generosity astounds her. Bellatrix grins before bringing down a hand on the man's already mangled palm, his screams growing even louder as she crushed it against the asphalt.]

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[She comes in closer, resting her claws on the man's thigh (UH) and slowly pressing them against the skin, until they dig through the fabric of his pants and into the flesh beneath.]

You're too kind. Still, I'll be disappointed if it comes to that too soon.

[She's studying the way his face contorts in pain, albeit without much interest. He is, after all, just another human in a city of millions; any significance he has relates directly to her current partner in crime;]

You'd agree, right?

[curses]

[The man lets out a cry of anguish in reply, the will to fight seemingly draining from him as each second passes.]

I'm afraid the poor man is too busy to answer you at the moment. [Her voice is somber, and she kneels beside Lust, observing his face with more interest than her partner does.] I do wish I had my magic right now.

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[She digs her nails in deeper, skirting the major arteries--for now, at least. With a sudden flicker of new interest:]

You could fix this?

[curses]

It will be as if he has never met us. [She runs her long nails lightly down his head.] Though the damage to his mind...I'm afraid that will be irreparable.

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The poor thing. [She leans in, just a little more.] Perhaps it's for the best that it ends here.

[curses]

Perhaps. [She stands up, giving Lust room.] I promised to let you end it, didn't I?

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[Lust shifts a little, positioning herself before him, and reaches out to take his pulse. It beats sluggish and erratic against her fingertips, and although his lips move he can't seem to get another plea out.]

You did. It's time, then.

[She at least makes it quick, slicing through the jugular and carotid so that he'll exsanguinate as opposed to only suffocating, but still deep enough to lay the man's trachea open in an instant--a reward for serving his purpose admirably, but hopefully still brutal enough to please her companion. Since she's still at a respectable distance, the blood leaps up to soak her gloves, but not her clothes; it would be one thing for him to bleed out on her dress, but the jacket is another matter.]

[curses]

[She steps back as the blood spurts out, watching as it landed on the ground, inches away from her feet.]

I forget how messy these things can be. [She waits until the life completely dies out of him before re-sheathing her knife, still strained from her earlier ministrations.] Well, that was immensely satisfying.

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[She examines her palms idly, pulling a face for a moment at all the streaks and dashes of blood, but when she speaks Lust smiles.]

It usually is. [Again, there are memories--the visceral sensation of her nails puncturing their skulls, hearing the thumps of bodies hitting the ground and know just what she was still capable of. Moving in a tandem with another figure, different from this one but no less dissatisfied. And no less useful, albeit for a different purpose.

There's a new sort of appreciation for Bellatrix when she looks at her this time; nothing sentimental, of course. But she knows what she can do now, with her bare hands, and that's something.]

I don't suppose you want to deal with [waving a hand at the man's body] all this. It would ruin the catharsis, I think.

[curses]

Mm. If only I had my magic right now. [She could utter a simple spell and have the body burst into flames, consumed by fire in a single second.] We can just leave it to rot -- someone can discover it in the morning. Though I don't know how much attention that would bring.

[Bella doesn't know if the murder could easily be traced back to them, or at least, to her. She wasn't exactly careful with hiding her identity, and she can't defend herself right now.] Unless you can get rid of the body.

[fingerbang]

Oh, yes.

[She smiles, then reaches into her pocket with her less bloodied hand--trying as much as she can not to stain it--and retrieves her communicator.]

I know just the one.

[curses]

[She raises an eyebrow as Lust brings out her communicator.] This hardly warrants calling in a favour.

[fingerbang]

[Typing away, TAKKA TAKKA TAKKA.]

It's more of a dinner invitation.

[curses]

[dinner 2nyt dead hobo outside empty warehouse lol txt it]

Well, isn't that convenient.

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[EXACTLY]

It tends to work well. [And she sends it!] Any other plans for the night? Just out of curiosity.

[curses]

No. I'm just going back to N- [Oops, almost slipped up there.] ...My flat. It's going to be terribly dull after what just transpired.