Post by Joliette Thorne on Jul 22, 2007 14:12:17 GMT -5
A Bit Of RP- Silliness : )
Tenebrae wouldn't be immediately apparent on her entrance to the Corpse, unless the squeak of hinges that could have been the wind, and a passing shadow among the shadows would be enough to grasp anybody's notice. She'd skulk for now. Because.. she could.
Terra shuddered for quite some time. Covered in brains, blood, and bits of a fractured skull, the vampiress was not pleased. Not at all.
Hikaru , being in the same state as Terra, covered in brain and skull fragments yet she's oblivious to the fact since she still have her eyes closed and her mind's focusing on her love, trying to see what could have made him act this way.
Terra swiped a bit of blood from her face while cringing, eventually closing her eyes and praying that it would all be gone when they opened. It wasn't.
Hikaru sighs.
Tenebrae would sniff the air, suspiciously. Being most observant, she had assumed from the women's state of grue-soaked chagrin that --something-- unpleasant had occurred.. but was the source still present? With her shadows back - at least as back as they were going to get until she found another wicked soul to shrive, she could afford anonymity, until the situation became clearer.
Kendriif 's entry is not marked with grandiose heralding or mismatch fixation, but rather a more subtle approach of slinking inside the establishment; short-stature creature easily comparable to that of a child in all physical sense. Greedily, do mahogany iris hold covet deep raven pupils, as they stare toward the bar in wicked plot. So much a nuisance, this one. So much a nuisance.
Tenebrae was unseen, would remain unseen as long no direct light shone on her, and was presently loading the bottom end of a bikini with a chunk of diamond-bearing rock. You know, in case of trouble.
Terra glanced shyly towards the sighing half-elf, offering a coy smile as she did. "Well. I think I used a big word and he didn't understand it. Probably why his head exploded, you think?" The vampiress would nudge Hikaru in attempt to rouse her from the current state, while keeping an eye out for the assumedly dead bald man who's body still lay slumped across a table, head missing.
Tenebrae blinked a bit, shifted her gaze from the pilfering hobbit toward the bloodied and headless body and back to Terra.
Kendriif manages to take it upon himself to guard the brews whilst such a morbid event retains aftershock.
Nastasia yawned some as she awoke. Quietly looking around the tavern to see whom was there.
Hikaru feels something prodding her side once more, sighing deeply the half elf opens her eyes and sees Terra smiling at her. As Hikaru hears her words she looks at Terra with eyes lack of emotions, not following the conversation she had with the stranger mere moments ago, "M-mayhaps..."
Tenebrae became comfited that no more heads would explode, or orcs with axes bent on vengeance would come smashing through her wall, or any of the usual stuff. She'd sit in wait just a little while longer, though.. watching that hobbit.
Terra frowned at the girl and turned away to watch the hobbit for a moment, nose wrinkling. "Behave."
Kendriif cups his mouth to augment his voice over the silence-enthralled din of the gruesome display that is the tavern -quite unnecessarily- shouting thereafter: "The alcohol is okay!" 'Okay' is emphasized by retrieving a case of vodka, holding it up so everyone can see.
Tenebrae thought he was pretty strong for a hobbit. She tested the bikini bottom for elasticity.
Hikaru snorts slightly as she finally notices that she's covered in brain and skull fragments, sighing, "I-I could need a bath right now... b-but I don't have the strength or energy for it... S-so I guess I will just sit her and rot away..." Hikaru laughs shortly.
Nastasia rubs the sleep from her eyes before standing up. She was hungry and one could tell by the black mist the formed about the vampress. It flowed in and out of her as she began to raise up off the ground though it didn't effect her walking towards the door.
Terra stared for a long, long moment at Hikaru. The vampiress was empathetic to a point, and would happily remove the half-elf of the current mess of thoughts and emotions that were swirling about, providing a distraction from the grotesque scene minutes before. "Hikaru... guys leave. This isn't any reason to die, or even talk like that. Go shower."
Kendriif takes it upon himself to pay himself with a bottle of vodka from the case, thereafter placing it gently back where he had discovered it. Climbing ambitiously over the bartop, then hopping downward, he mirthfully approaches the inhumane scene wit a grin an studious scrutiny. "What did you do to him?" The words were obviously in jest, as if the countenance of the headless man didn't hinder his thought-process in the slightest.
Hikaru shrugs, "I-I wasn't talking about death, Terra... A-and as I said... I-I don't care anymore... I-i have no strength left to do anything..." Hikaru's a stubborn girl and even though Terra was empathetic it doesn't help as the half elf want's to punish herself so that she knows that she's alive.
Terra would slide a few coins beneath the counter to cover the sneaky hobbit's wandering hands. He was then watched carefully and given a curt response. "That's the price of being a coward."
Tenebrae grinned, from her shadow-pall. She'd been waiting for the hobbit to help himself... that diamond-rock was set hard to the bikini's gusset, drawn back in the manner of a slingshot and would in not half a second be whizzing through the tavern with an arrow's velocity toward the thieving halfling's behind.
Terra was covered in gore, watching a playful hobbit with sticky fingers, and sensing that something wasn't quite right with whatever lurked in the shadows of the establishment. It was safe to say that Hikaru's pity-party was quickly making her grumpy, and so the half-elf would earn a forced smile. "Hikaru, listen, men leave. Learn to deal with that now. You can shower or I can drag you by your hair to Gualon and have the maids bathe you. Either way, you -will- leave this tavern and get cleaned up."
Tenebrae, were she not currently sneakily shifting her postion to somewhere deeper in the tavern's darker corners, would have pointed Terra to the janitor's closet. There were buckets in there.
Kendriif is suddenly afflicted with a painful stinging sensation on his rump, evident by a dastardly welt hidden 'neath the coverings of his woolen robes. Quite reasonably so, his frame lurches into the air, hands clasping at his wound. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooouch!!!"
Tenebrae tried not to snicker fitfully and thus give herself away.
Hikaru shrugs, seemingly uncaring that she has made Terra annoyed at her, "I-I seem to do that a lot these days... a-annoying people... A-and you do as you wish, Terra... I-I don't have the will or power to stop you..."
Kendriif standing within a mess of brains and bone, blood and puss, is moreso concerned about rubbing his pain-stricken arse-cheek than the morbid display around him. Comical really, if one could envision it.
Terra huffed, wondering if the trek to Gualon with a hostage would be a pleasant one or if she would have to deal with Tristram's rant later about behaving. Slipping out of the chair, bare, bandaged feet crossed the oaken floorboards -careful to avoid the onslaught of flying diamonds- she scooped up boots that lay behind the counter, slipping them on to travel back towards Hikaru. The half-elf, as promised, was grasped by the hair and Terra began to tug on it to pull her from seat. "Gualon and Mary it is. C'mon."
Tenebrae had shifted to a portion of the tavern somewhat closer to the scene, but would not risk the roiling darkness encompassing her form being exposed via its outer impenetrability to light; walking blobs of blackness being fairly noticeable even among such bizarrity as headless bald men, unshowered mourners, bloodied barmaids and hobbits with sore bottoms. So she stayed to the dark bits, lurking, lurking. Waiting for the halfling to try his luck again. Bikini: loaded.
Hikaru winces and shrieks loudly as Terra pulls her filthy, braincovered hair. Having no choice Hikaru falls out of her chair yet she has not the strength to stand up, sobbing, "Ouch...! I-it hurts...!"
Kendriif manages to pick off the assailing rock, digging it from within his cheek like a miner at discovery. Holding it up to the light, and eyes, he contemplates. "What in the hell is this?!" Thereafter stating such blatant wondering, he narrows his eyes, suspiciously watching the headless corpse -as if he had a hand in this sure witchcraft.
Tenebrae wondered if a roll of gumresin-backed tape was included in the criterion of 'showering'.
Terra tsk'ed. Hikaru was grasped by the upper arm and the patient-losing vampiress tugged her to feet. "Hikaru. I am trying to be a concerned friend here but you're making it a bit hard with being so childish. For the sake of all that is good and ungood, walk to the bloody door and shower. You smell, you look terrible, and it's all over a man that clearly isn't worth it if he'll allow you to rot in this state. Now go!"
Tenebrae had slunk behind the bar, while Kendriif excavated the diamonds, and had taken up a bucket left both haphazardly and fortuitously by Steadman, who was pretending to clean things while Jabari was absent. This would be hurled, in a slosh of foamy water, toward the filthy half-elf. Should she not move abruptly, she'd be washed down, alright, with grubby floor-water, sure. Better than brains, at least.
Kendriif , having rid himself of excess deposit, heads back toward the bar.
Hikaru now stands on wobbly legs as Terra holds her up, leaning against the elf vampiress she sobs, ashamed of herself, "I-I know I'm childish, pathetic and annoying... b-but I can't walk on my own, Terra... I-I have no strength left..."
Tenebrae would duck down quickly, appearing only as a passing darkness, a longer-than usual flicker of the candles, and creep out of the candelabrum’s glare.
Suddenly Hikaro's soaked in foamy water, splashing in her face the half elf coughs as some of it entered her mouth and was mistakenly swallowed, leaning all her body weight against Terra as she coughs even more.
Terra was clung to, and unfortunately soaked in the unexplainable dumping of mop bucket. "The hell?" She sneezed once, twice, and squinted behind the counter from beneath soaking strands of blonde the covered her face. The coughing fit of the half-elf drew her attention downwards, and softly she'd pat the female's back to help, so she hoped. Standing in the puddle of the water, she suddenly wanted a shower more than anything. Atleast the brains were gone.
Kendriif somehow evades Steadman's gaze, perchance luck or sheer hobbit-skill; thusly taking it to himself to snatch away another bottle. He needs it, for surely that corpse through a piece of his skull at his buttocks.
Tenebrae had taken the opportunity, while skiving her way through the bar, of snaffling up some handy missile-material in the case the halfling needed some more Pavlovian training. As soon as he swiped for a second free drink, the elasticised swimming-costume once more was turned catapult, this time loaded with a sharp-tined implement intended to demonstrate the lesson a little more emphatically.
Kendriif is impaled by fork, skewers of ends sticking wholly into his leg. His shrill voice raised high in volume, near-screaming. "Holy -" The rest of which that I, the writer, could not dare write. Let us simply leave it at obscenities. For about a minute.
Hikaru tries to breathe slowly as her coughing fit finally settles down, opening her eyes slowly she looks up at Terra with a weak smile on her lips, "T-thank you..."
Tenebrae once more took to her silent creeping, largely aided by spell-crafted boots she'd.. found.. in a shop in Gualon recently. Rounding the far tables, she posited herself near the cellar trapdoor.
Tenebrae ever-so-quietly opened the door.. to the janitor's closet.
Terra was busy with Hikaru and failed to notice the others moving about, seen or unseen. "Might as well sit back down for a moment. You're ... cleaner."
Kendriif 's hand wavers over the fork. Shuddering, it dislodges itself in a display of prowess, gravitating upward into shipshape alterations. Widening and collapsing upon itself, widening and collapsing upon itself, the fork no longer retains any resemblance to a fork -nay, for now the fork has become a knife, hilted by the grasp of child-like hands. Vehemently, the wicked hobbit assails the culprit of these mishaps and unfortunate occurrences, slicing into skin with a sense of mercy akin to that of a soulless being. Ripping flesh from bone, sinew from flesh, until only a pile of revolting ichors remains, the conspirator of the crime against the council member shall learn its harsh lesson; the offender being the headless corpse.
Hikaru nods, her legs almost giving in at this point yet too fatigued to respond properly to the elf vampiress.
Terra stared for a long moment at the remains of the corpse and then glanced towards the hobbit with a pale face. Hikaru was led to a chair, situated in it, before the vampiress returned to staring at the shifter of metals. "...The name of this place isn't literal."
Meanwhile, back at the janitor's closet, the night-shaded vampiress was rummaging with quick and silently picking fingers through the assortment of cleaning products. Bar of soap. Check. 'Nother bucket. Check. Roll of gum-resin backed tape. Check. Loading the pockets of her newly-imbued semi-sentient cloak, she stood, and snuck from the tiny room, to hover as might a great, dark invisible seagull over the head of some hapless Parisian tourist.
Hikaru sits down once more, only now she's soaked to the bone with some strange water that seemed to come out of nowhere, void of emotions the half elf sighs as she slumps forwards and rests her head against the tabletop like before.
Tenebrae notes with disgust the pair of optics that apparently survived their housing's blast, now sat squat as two little circular toads not far from Hikaru's feet. Oh, how she wished she was still a necromancer..
Hikaru doesn't notice the eyeballs since she lays draped over the tabletop with her eyes closed, sighing deeply.
Tenebrae was, while she made this observation, steadily creeping up behind the half-elf upon whom the dissociated and coincidentally neighbouring eyeballs seemed to be staring.
Kendriif finishes his desecration of the soulless body ere final kick and taunt, "That's right! Don't try to screw with me!" Hopping down thereafter, he surveys with accomplishment the damage he wrought, content that the lifeless thing would not assail him further. This being so, he cracks open a previously stolen vodka, and takes a mighty swig.
Tenebrae, never one not to learn from prior mistakes and having deduced from the transformation of the metal fork into a sharper shape via the hobbit that the halfling held some skill in the magics of metalmancy, would instead load her potentially deadly beachwear with the bar of soap priorly intended for usage on the swooning Hikaru. Stretch. Streeeetch. Pause.... Aim.... FIRE! It wasn't Kenriif the sharp-eyed markswoman went for this time, but the bottle in his hand.
Kendriif 's eyes widen as the bottle shatters, before narrowing at the huskless heap of flesh left mangled. "You just don't get it, do you?!" And back terrorizing the dead man he goes, surely until nothing is left.
Terra wasn't sure if she was grateful for the body now being disposed of, or even more grumpy at the mess that came with it. "He's dead, you know. Meaning he's not the one attacking you." Well, the corpse may have been, but Terra doubted it.
Tenebrae would aim the scanty thong at Terra next, probably.
Kendriif rights himself. "Yeah... I knew that. Definitely." Nice save.
Terra went to eyeing the table where the corpse sat at once upon a time. "Then again ... Looks like there's something carved in the table. I think it -was- him picking on you. Was that dirt under his fingernails? I think he's into studying the earth too."
Tenebrae , almost tired of her fun and games, sees yet one more opportunity... in the hobbit's frenzy, he's severed some limbs from the misfortunate and cranially challenged body. Inch by inch, she'd draw one back toward her hiding place.. hoping nobody would see the limb moving.
Kendriif glares at Terra. "Oh, -haha-." He drawls, sarcastically. On a more serious note, he hops down from atop the table, approaching her whilst studying the room in full detail. "What do you think it is?" Not frightened, mind you, simply frustrated and... entertained.
Tenebrae aaalmost had the limb fully concealed under her cloak's darknesses....
Terra shrugged. "Maybe it's haunted by a ghost. A ghost that was killed while stealing bikini's or something. Who knows? Maybe it's a lesson."
Hikaru couldn't be less concerned about the things happening around her as she starts to shiver due to being wet thanks to some unknown attacker.
Kendriif said, "Why the hell is that limb moving?!"
Tenebrae froze. Thought.. quick! Grasped the limb, in its upper portion that was with luck rendered less visible than the foot, still under the candelabrum’s zone of influence. The foot took - or appeared to take - a jump, to the left.
Kendriif simply stared at it. Then, at the bar. Then back at the foot. "What did I drink?"
Tenebrae 's whip-crack mind had formed a plot.. The lower portion of the leg now seemed to take a step. To the right.
Kendriif sits down next to Terra; rubs his eyes; looks at the foot move; rubs his temples. "Earth-studier, I think I've had too much to drink."
Terra was staring at the foot that was ... dancing? "Maybe we both should avoid the bottle for awhile."
Kendriif follows her gaze. "You see it, too?"
Terra blinked several times. "Maybe. Or maybe it's a sign I haven't had enough to drink."
Tenebrae was sort of stuck now.. all eyes on her, and so forth. Or, on the leg. A final usage for the bikini-bottom comes into play: holding the leg in upright stance with pressure from her elbow, Tene drew back the expandable waist of the garment, and flipped it up toward the candelabrum, extinguishing several of the candles. In the ensuing shift of glances and increased darkness, she'd fling the leg wildly, and scarper back to the cellar door. Sven only knew where the thing might land.
Kendriif watches the appendage fly. "You and me both."
Tenebrae quieted her newly-recovered shadows so that they lay quiescently on her shoulders in the manner of a real cloak, and made a business of banging the trapdoor open, standing up suddenly and stepping into the light, smiling brightly. "Ello, everyone. I've been in the cellar."