Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950523-20160409004044/@comment-27950523-20160428043313

((Y'all I was a bit tipsy when I wrote this but it is quite the trip please bear with it and strap in))



Calli unsheathed her pipe from the inner pockets of her jacket and started smoking while she stared at Scythe.

“Nothing’s wrong…” she said blowing smoke from her nostrils. “And Tirry stop yelling you look like an idiot.”

Tirux stiffened then cleared his throat. Calli smirked at him.

Tirry had temper that was much worse than hers. He usually felt embarrassment after showing it however.

Tirux and Calli listened to the girl talk (Leda). Calli with mildly amusement and Tirux with growing irritation.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Tirux spoke sternly not looking at the girl but rather her shoes. Then his voice along with his head raised slightly so he could stare into her eyes with his that found newly lit fire dancing within his iris. “If someone wants to come forth that is...if not then I guess we can play a little detective game…”

<span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tirux’s smile grew somewhat manic and he cracked his knuckles. Calli’s interest was retained again and she too smiled with carnal instinct hidden within her otherwise dimple pinched smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She stepped on top of a crate to use for podium that held glass soda bottles, to give her bit of a boost on her height as she addressed the growing crowd.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Alright. The perpetrators have only two options. The first, come forth and man up to the damage done then clean the mess you created. The second, don’t come forth and the consequences when we find you....and we will...”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shadows casted over Calli’s eyes making their obscene golden green colors seem all that more hellish.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are going to be much more devastating than scraping at molten plastic and sweeping broken glass. Let me tell you. First option is going to guarantee your safety. Second option...well. Let’s just say I’ll be having my own personal mess to clean up yeah? These kinds of events I like hurting people and so far I’ve been behaving myself for the sake of Tirry who put forth a lot of effort for this dumb party. I’d happily demonstrate what it’s like when I don’t.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She’s not getting angry...she’s getting excited. A reason to flash her bloodlust is about to present itself, <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tirux grinned widely watching the tight muscles of the coyote girl spazzum slightly underneath her white tank shirt with the bloody handprint on it overlaid by her fur hooded jacket. In turn this made Tirux qutie excited as well. <span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I hope these little bastards pick option B. I want to pound them into twitching piles of viscera.

<span style="font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Tirux was in a way the same breed as Calli. The same denizen of darkness she was and any inkling of a reason to indulge in violence made him excited too. It wasn’t about finding who was destroying presents at this point. It was about finding victims for bloodsport. Such desires could easily be quelled if the perpetrators simply came forth and offered to clean the mess that was created.